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That package, delivered to her door, held something more precious than diamonds. In it were romance and the answer to the question every girl asks herself: ""When will I find my love?"
RUTH MANSON, her lithe young body in rhythm with the pounding machinery, was thinking about the diamond bracelet. She brushed her blonde hair back with a quick movement, her hand leaving a smudge on her forehead. She smiled. A whirring, busy, noisy shell factory was hardly the place to be thinking of a diamond bracelet.
"But it's not funny," she said,
As a delightful short story by Jack Sher, read the radio drama by Webb Hawley, first broadcast on the Armstrong Theater of Today, heard Saturday mornings ai noon. EWT, on the CBS network.
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half aloud. "That darned bracelet is driving me crazy."
"Huh?" The girl standing next to her before the ever-moving belt looked over.
"Oh, nothing," Ruth said, her fingers flying. There wasn't time to explain it to the girl. Besides, her co-worker would think she had gone insane. Ruth went on working and tried to forget about the bracelet.
But she couldn't get it out of her mind. It was so ridiculous. For the hundredth time, she reviewed what had happened. It was almost a week now since the night the doorbell had rung. The delivery boy had said, "Package for Ruth Manson." She had thought it was from her mother, so she had taken the package and signed for it. Then she had returned to her tiny room and opened it. It had dazzled her. It was so breathtakingly beautiful — a diamond bracelet!
At first, she was sure it was a mistake. It had been sent from Rogers and Caswell, the most exclusive jewelry store in Chicago. She turned it over carefully, a little awed, then she gasped with surprise. The bracelet had her initials on it! She laughed. It was a mistake, of course. She called Rogers and Caswell right away, but they were closed for the day.
"Well," she said, "it's mine for tonight, anyway." It made her a little sad. Not that she had wanted a diamond bracelet. But it reminded her that there were other things besides work. There were young men who sent girls diamond bracelets. In the midst of war, some people still had the time and money to buy extravagant gifts for someone they loved.
It made her want to go back to Wayne, back to that little midwestern town where she knew everyone. Back there young men didn't buy girls diamond bracelets, but they did pay some attention to them. It was the first time she had admitted to herself that she was lonely. She had expected Chicago to be exciting, she had expected to meet new and fascinating people. But, in over a month, the only people she knew were a few of the girls she lunched with at the factory.
Then, all at once, she was ashamed of herself. After all, she had come to Chicago to work. She had wanted to do her part in winning the war. She was doing her part. She was one of the best workers in the factory, everyone said. That was more important than boy friends and good times. They would come after it was over, when there
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