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They are inlaid at the backs of bowls and handles of most used spoons and forks for more lasting beauty. HOLMES £ EDWARDS STERLING INLAID no finer SILVERPLATE than this Copyright 1942. Iniernatrono. Silver Co., Hotmei & Edward! 0tTt*rOA,Mtnd«n,Conn.lnCanado.TheT Ealon Co.. Ltd.. °Reg. U S Pat OR 64 And yet, with Tommy there was always something lacking. He seemed to hold himself in restraint, to keep me at arm's length. I put my finger on it one September afternoon as I watched him and Miggs come up from the tennis court. They were chattering away fifteen to the dozen, and then it came to me. They looked so right together, those two. They belonged. And there was more than that. Tommy and I had nothing to talk about. We had nothing to say to each other, because actually we had nothing in common. I was just six years older than he, but in interests, in long-time plans for living a life, in ambitions, we were a generation apart. I had a sudden sharp desire to be with Dwight, to cast my burden on him now, as I had before. He was so wise, so kind — all unwittingly he had offered me a solution before. Perhaps he could help me now. I must give my marriage to Dwight a chance, at least, I told myself. I wouldn't think about Tommy and me. I'd go and talk to Dwight — talk about books with him, listen to music with him, as I hadn't done for so long. I felt tired, sick of myself. 1%/fY hand was on the knob of his ■L" study door when I heard Dwight's voice, and something in it which made me stop. "Tell me about it, Miggs," he was saying. Then Miggs' voice, thick with tears, answering him. "Oh, Dwight — I'm so miserable!" His voice was full of the gentle kindness I knew so well, the tolerant wisdom. "Tell me about it anyway." "It's — it's Tommy and me. Oh, Dwight — " the words were tumbling over themselves in their haste to be said — "I love him. I love him so much, and he loves me!" Outside the door I caught my breath. Tommy was in love with my little sister, and I had been too absorbed in having fun to know it! I could hear Dwight chuckle. "As far as I can see, that's nothing to cry over, Miggs." Her voice, answering him, was very small. "But — Zelda." "Yes, Zelda." Dwight's voice was even. "Oh, Dwight — Tommy feels that she's in love with him, and he doesn't know what to do. As long as things stand as they are, he can't ask me to marry him. Oh, I'm sure it isn't so — Zelda couldn't be so foolish!" I could picture Dwight shaking his head. He sounded very grave. "I was afraid of this, Miggs, but I thought it best to see if it wouldn't work itself out, die a natural death. Look, dear. Your sister's a wonderful woman. She's young — perhaps too young for me — but she's not a child. She's been having the kind of fun she missed when she was your age. But fundamentally she's a well-balanced grown-up woman. I still hope that things will work themselves out, for all of our sakes. You see, I knew about this before. That's why I hurried home from that trip of mine, remember? Tommy had written that he and Zelda were having — a whale of a time, as he put it, but that he was afraid that she was taking it too seriously. But it worked out that time, Miggs, and I think it will work out again." My face burned. Tommy, meaning only to show me a good time, swept ! away by his emotions a little, per | haps, but not meaning anything serious. And I, like a schoolgirl, thinking I was in love with him, mooning over him and hiding from myself behind 1 Dwight. Dwight, who had trusted J me, who had thought that "everything worked out that time." This was the man I'd wondered if I'd made a mistake in marrying! Oh, no — the only mistake I'd made was in ever, for one minute, thinking that! My mistake had been in fearing to face life, in running away like a coward. It was then that I remembered my father, saying, "The world won't let you get away with making the same mistake twice, Zelda." For that's what I had been doing — deceiving myself again, ready to hide behind Dwight and my marriage to him. Making the same mistake twice. I caught my breath sharply. Maybe this was the one time — the one time in a hundred times — when Father's maxim wasn't true. Maybe this time the world would let me get away with the same mistake twice, if I acted quickly. We were headed straight for tragedy, all of us, Dwight, Tommy, Miggs and I. Dwight's faith in me would not have lasted forever; a very little more time and the precious love that had sprung up between Tommy and Miggs would have been crushed, withered. But if now — today, this minute — I could face the facts and put things right for these three people I loved so much and had made so unhappy. Yes, loved — for I knew that it was Dwight, it had been Dwight all along. Tommy was like a new toy, something to play with, but Dwight was the real man, the man with whom I wanted the oneness, the togetherness that only the true companionship of marriage to the man you love deeply and truly can bring. Almost before I knew it I had left the door, was running out to the side garden. "Tommy," I called, "Tommy — come here!" He hoisted his length out of the lawn chair and hurried across to me. "What the dickens is the matter?" "Just come with me," I cried, and I took his hand to urge him along. Without preliminaries I opened the door, pushed Tommy forward. "Tommy, there's your girl. She's miserable, but you can make her happy. Ask her the question you want to ask her!" 'T'HE question went unasked, but -* there was no need for it. Miggs' face lost its hurt. Tommy made a strange, strangled noise in his throat and swept her into his arms as if she'd been no heavier than a kitten. They looked so young, so terribly right together. But it didn't hurt me. All I felt was a warm happiness for them, a terrible concern for the wall of strangeness I'd built up between myself and my husband. I went to stand beside Dwight. As clearly as if they were printed on a page, my thoughts, mixed up for so long, sorted themselves out. I knew that I was no more a child than Dwight was, but that some women have their puppy love affairs when they are in their teens, and others, like myself, don't fall a victim until they're way past the ordinary puppy love stage. I'd had my puppy love affair at last, and it was over, and I was free of it. RADIO MIBHOB