Radio and television mirror (July-Dec 1942)

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Slowly, her confusion and distress began to fade. She began to wonder whether she hadn't just been silly. Carter said they all liked her. Maybe they did. Maybe there was nothing to worry about. Peggy grew aware, suddenly, that somewhere near her two girls were talking. "I don't see how she managed it," one of the voices said. "It's the face," the other one said. "All men fall for that sweetness act." "He must be blind," the first one said. "Why, even her dress is perfect for the poor-little-helpless-me performance. Bet her mother made it for her." Only now did Peggy realize they were talking about her. She wanted to run away. She wanted to get away from the sound of their voices. But they would see her, if she took even one step. "Well," one of them sighed, "you can't blame a girl for trying to get her hands on all that money. Who wouldn't?" Their voices were fading. They were moving back toward the dance floor. Peggy shuddered with shame and anger. How could they think that of her? She moved out of the shadows and, sitting on the low balustrade, stared out over the rolling, moonlit fairways of the golf course. In the background, there was music, muted by distance. She began to relax and her disturbed, confused emotions began to give way to thoughts. It's like people from two different worlds meeting, she thought. They have different standards, different values. Peggy smiled into the darkness. It was coming clear in her mind. She knew, now, that this visit to Carter's parents had a deeper significance than the obvious one of their getting to know each other. She was getting a glimpse into their kind of life, into the kind of things that were expected of her. This is the way I'll have to live, she said to herself. Do I want to live this way? Do I want to have to change all my ideas and standards? Do I want to have to learn to care more about this Senator and that millionaire and receptions and running an army of servants than I do about Carter and our love? SHE understood now, why she had always been afraid that she and Carter would never marry. But there was no pain in the thought now. For she realized that if she married Carter she would have to become an entirely new person. And even if she decided that she would try to make herself over into someone who was no longer Peggy Young, but Mrs. Carter Trent, the Mrs. Carter Trent, it might take a very long time. It might take years of mistakes and dis 84 appointments and undoing the damages of her stupidity. It might take years of misery for her, years when she would be unhappy and afraid she wasn't doing the right thing. She realized that under such stress something was bound to happen to her love for Carter and his for her. Somehow, she knew she didn't want that to happen. This love of theirs was a fine thing, perfect, beautiful. It was founded on many good things, respect for one another, admiration, trust, the need for one another. What would they have left, if these things were slowly destroyed? Nothing. The decision came so swiftly and clearly that she almost spoke it aloud into the night. I'd rather leave him, now, she said to herself, now, while we still love each other. I'd rather have the memory o± his love, than the bitterness and disappointment and failure which is sure to come if I can't fit myself into this way of life. ALL the tenseness left Peggy. She ** had made up her mind. It was as though a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Carter found her, still sitting on the balustrade and looking out over the golf course. Carter pulled her to her feet and gathered her into his arms. The moonlight showed his face to be happy and tender. For a moment, Peggy clung to him frantically, her heart wavering away from the decision her mind had made. Then, realizing he would suspect something was wrong, she relaxed her hold on him. "Shouldn't we be getting home, Carter?" Peggy asked. "Aren't you having fun, darling?" "Oh, yes," Peggy said quickly. "I — I am a little tired, though. It's been a long day — and exciting — " Immediately, Carter was very contrite. "I should have known," he said tenderly. "I'll get your wraps and we'll sneak away." He hurried her around to the front of the clubhouse, where she waited while he went inside for her things. She sat very close to him in the car and when they reached the Trent home, she asked him to show her the way to her room. She knew her way, now, but she wanted to keep him with her as long as possible. At her door, she clung to him for a long time. "I love you very much, Carter," she whispered and she wanted to cry, when she saw him smile delightedly. She kissed him tenderly, trying to print the touch of his lips, the strength of his arms, indelibly on her mind. She wanted to remember these things. They would be very precious in the days to come. "Good-night, darling," she said softly, at last. "I hate to let you go," Carter said with a little laugh. Peggy forced herself to smile. "You must," she said. Quickly, before he could see the tears springing into her eyes, she kissed him once more and opened the door to her room. She stepped inside. One lamp was burning and Hollis was reading a magazine by its light. The maid stood up. Peggy put her finger to her lips and listened with her ear against the door. Ever so faintly, she could hear Carter moving away. "Hollis," she said, then, "do you think I can get a taxi?" Hollis raised her eyebrows. "Why, yes, Miss," she said. "But I can get RADIO MIRROR