Radio and television mirror (July-Dec 1942)

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MENTHOLATUM That night Linda told her parents. George Emerson flew into a towering rage. He argued, pleaded, then bellowed. But Linda would not, could not listen. "I'm sorry, dad," she kept repeating, "but I love Steve. Our lives belong together. I love you, too, but I must go where my happiness lies. Try to understand that, Dad. Please try." But George Emerson was not an easy man to convince. How could this penniless musician provide any kind of happiness for his lovely daughter? She was just mad, infatuated, carried away. It was his duty as a father to put a stop to this. But love — the kind of love that existed between Steve and Linda — couldn't be stopped. Slowly, bitterly fighting all the way, Emerson finally realized that he was losing his daughter. He did not want to lose her love, too. So in the end, reluctantly and still firmly convinced that Linda was ruining her life, he finally gave in to the idea of her marrying the young composer. Linda felt that her father's attitude toward Steve would change with time. But most important of all, she felt wonderfully happy. The days went by swiftly and joyously. She saw Steve every day, and every minute she was with him convinced her of the Tightness and wonder of their love for each other. The preparations went forward for the wedding. It was to be a church wedding — a great social event in Axminster. George Emerson had insisted on that — just as he had insisted on exacting one promise from Linda — that she would come home the moment she realized she had made a mistake in marrying Steve. "That's an easy promise to make, Dad — and to keep." Linda bent over and kissed her father's cheeks. "Because I know — far from being a mistake— this is the smartest thing your daughter Linda's ever done. I've waited, Dad, many years to fall in love this way, with a man I believe in so completely, whose love for me is as deep and honest and unselfish as my own. . . . Steve and I know we're not making a mistake. We're going to New York — and soon, soon, the music of Stephen Harper will be known all over the land." George Emerson pressed his daughter's hand. And so they were married, amidst the congratulations and good wishes and head-shakings of the Emerson friends and neighbors. . . . TVTEW YORK . . . Linda had visited *•* the great city on several occasions. And Steve had lived there for a while — several years ago, when he had ventured to the city to try his fortune. But then he had been alone and lonely. He had felt himself a failure and returned to Axminster. "But I can't fail now," he said exultantly. "Oh, my darling, beautiful Linda — " "Hold me close, Steve," she whispered. "Forever, if you like, darling." Steve brushed her eyes and hair with his lips. "Forever . . . you're not frightened, are you, my darling?" Linda smiled up at Steve. "Just for a moment, I was," she admitted. "I don't know why . . . But suddenly Mother and Dad seemed so far away . . . And you weren't quite real." Steve's arms tightened about her.! "I don't like that," he said. "But you're very real now," she? said, "especially when you put your| arms around me." Steve Harper . . . her husband . . .! They arrived in New York in the; morning. It was all so exciting and new. Steve and Linda wandered about the city, drinking in its splendor and magnificence. Then they took a subway downtown to the Washington Square district where Steve had lived when he was in New York before. "There's Washington Arch," Steve! said "And there's the park." He laughed ruefully. "I wore out quite" a few of those benches, myself." "Is that where you wrote your music?" Linda asked. "That's the trouble," Steve said. "I didn't write much music. I just* used to move from one bench to an other, being unhappy — and wonder ing why the city didn't make me aj hero." Linda pressed Steve's arm against her. "It'll be different now, darling," she said. Linda was amused and delighted that the apartment they finally decided on should be in the same house, facing the park, that Steve had lived in on his last visit to New York. It made it feel more like home, somehow. There was singing in her heart PIES AND CAKES FOR A SOLDIER'S PLEASURE.. BONDS AND STAMPS FOR A SOLDI ER'5 POWER «sa, as she rearranged the furniture of their new home and unpacked her ] things and Steve's. It was during their first week in New York that Steve began to work. It was an idea he had gotten while ' walking in the park with Linda . the park . . . New York ... if only he could weave what he thought and felt about the city into music! Linda watched and listened as Steve worked. She waited for those moments when he would turn to her with a new idea, his eyes shining with excitement. "Listen to this, Linda," he would say. "Listen — does this give you the feel of the park — the excitement — the color — " Linda listened. It was beautiful, Steve's music. But then there would come moments when Steve's hands would crash down on the piano in discouragement. "It won't go," he would say, "it just won't go. I'm afraid, darling, I married you under false pretenses. I'm not a good composer, after all." But Linda just laughed at his fears. He was an artist, he was moody and easily discouraged. That's what she was there for — to give him faith and hope and encouragement. Oh, yes, Steve was a good composer. The world would acknowledge him as a great composer some day. . . . 70 RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR