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POLUDrVBRSE 50c also 25c & 10c Over 20 million told OUTSELLS ALL FOUNDATIONS 74 forced out of her — "I was hoping there'd be some word from you when I got back from the hospital." Kit didn't reply immediately. He was advancing toward her, with that lithe, perfectly controlled step. "You and I, Teach," he said finally, when he was so close that she could feel the warmth of his body, "don't need letters and phone calls and all the rest of the goin' steady rigamarole. What's between us doesn't need to be put into words — -written or otherwise. I know what's what and you know and it's been that way since we first set eyes on each other." ANDREA couldn't answer — she merely stared up at the test pilot, her lips quivering. And then all at once, without knowing how she got there, she was in his arms. "Teach, Teach," he was saying, "this is the way it was that night the plane crashed. I didn't know whether you were hurt bad or not — I only knew you belonged to me. Teach — I kissed you that night — more'n once — and . . . Oh, Teach!" He was kissing her again and Andrea's lips, ceasing to tremble, were returning the pressure of his mouth with a passion that surprised even herself. Once more she was hanging somewhere between earth and sky, in the spacelessness of space, only now she was being lifted by her emotions instead of by the silver wings of a plane. Her arms crept up until one fingertip was touching the back of Kit's neck where she had wanted to touch it from the first — yes, his hair was soft. She whispered, "What's come over us?" And then suddenly another voice was breaking the magic, as a bubble is broken. Completely — past mending. "Andrea!" Frank Harrison was saying. "Collins! What the devil is this, anyway?" Andrea squirmed out of Kit's arms. The test pilot turned sharply to face the man who had noiselessly entered Daddy Little's shop. "I shouldn't think you'd have to ask, Harrison," he drawled. "This is love or a mighty good imitation of it." Andrea breathed, "Kit!" She took a step toward Frank Harrison, with her hands outstretched imploringly. "Frank," she begged, "please don't judge us too harshly. Sometimes — " she faltered; how could she explain to her fiance why she was in another man's arms? "Sometimes — " she went on bravely, after a minute — "people are carried away — " Frank Harrison said coldly, "Leave this shop at once, Collins." But Kit, his tones level, spoke without moving. "I'll leave when Teach asks me to." Frank Harrison's face was livid. He stepped forward, but Andrea — stepping between him and the man who had been kissing her — spoke swiftly. "Frank," she said, "I'll send Kit away and then you and I will talk this out. Kit — " she spoke with a note of pathetic command — "do as Frank asks. Go away — please." Kit growled— "I'll go, but I'll be back. Don't fret about that, Teach." He was striding from the shop, as unhurried, as nonchalant as usual — alert, guarded. Andrea, clinging to Frank's arm, knew a second of intense relief when she again heard the door open softly and close with a bang. She sank into a chair and buried her face in her hands. "Frank," she moaned, "you must forgive me!" "Forgive you for kissing that — " Frank Harrison's tone was violent and then suddenly he was kneeling beside Andrea's chair. "I'll forgive you anything in the world, Andrea," he muttered. "I love you — I love you." Hopelessness engulfed the young teacher. Her child-on-a-holiday sensation was gone completely. She felt like a condemned prisoner in a cell. "Frank," she said, "I'm not asking your forgiveness for having kissed Kit — for letting him kiss me — -that was inevitable. I'm asking your forgiveness because I made a mistake about you. I shouldn't have said that I'd marry you when I didn't love you. . . . Frank, you must release me." There was a moment of silence and then Frank was speaking desperately. "Andrea," he said, "I can't let you go. You promised to marry me — and I'll kill myself if you break that promise! You're my whole world, dearest — my whole hope of heaven. As for Kit Collins — " he laughed harshly — "can't you see that the man isn't serious as far as you're concerned? He's an opportunist, an adventurer — the whole flying field knows about his escapades. He's only looking for a good time, Andrea. There's nothing permanent in his feelings toward you. Ask him if he wants to marry you and he'll tell you, himself, that — " It was Andrea's protesting glance that stopped Frank's torrent of words. Her doubts were floating back — Frank was expressing the thoughts that had already haunted her. She said faintly— "Frank, don't. I — this has been too much for me. I'm at the end of my rope. You — you must go away, too, and leave me alone — I've had all I can take this evening. I — Frank, if you won't release me we'll work it out somehow. I — I never broke a promise yet. We — " her voice was just a thread of sound — "we'll work it out somehow!" Frank said hoarsely, "Thanks, Andrea." He took the girl's hand in his strong one, turned it over, pressed his mouth in the palm of it and then, obeying her command, he, too, was out of the shop. Andrea, crumpling down in a little heap beside the chair, sat quietly with bleak eyes that stared at a hopeless future. But she heard the door open once more behind her, and turned — to see Kit. She shrank away from him, not wanting his loved presence so near to her, destroying the resolution she was trying so hard to keep. Swiftly, he was on his knees beside her. "Teach— I waited until he'd gone. I don't know what he said, or what you said to him, but whatever it was, it can't make any difference to us — " "It does make a difference to us, Kit," she told him. "He's kind and good, and he needs me. I can't — " He interrupted her roughly. "Kind and good! About as kind or good as — as a rattlesnake. If he was any sort of a man he'd let you go, knowing how you feel about him, and about me." "Knowing how I feel about you?" Andrea asked, puzzled. "But he doesn't. I told him I was just carried away, for the moment. I couldn't tell him the truth." "You didn't have to. He found out the truth the afternoon you woke up in the hospital. Don't you remember? You were calling for me — you wanted me!" "I was delirious," Andrea said, her face flaming at the memory. RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR