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You want him, Miss Jones?" "Is — is he there?" I asked, holding my breath. "No, but he's right across the street in the Tavern. Him and Mick Callahan. I could send a boy over — " "Oh, no. No, Jake, don't bother." I could hardly make my lips form the words. "Well, you can find the Tavern number in the book, Miss Jones." "All right, thank you, Jake." And I hung up the phone. Well, that was all I needed to know. It was as plain to me as if I'd been there to hear what Mick had said. Mick's resentment because I had seen Ferenc, gone out with him, while Bruce was away ... it had been plain enough, after all, in his eyes, the day before. He'd told Bruce — and Bruce, hurt and angry, had decided not to keep our date. I WALKED slowly up to my room and sat down on the bed, cold and shivering in the hot August night. The heavy fragrance of my gardenias was almost stifling. I pulled them out of my hair and flung them into the corner, but their odor was still such a mockery that I felt sick. I started to my feet, once, ready to rush downstairs again and call the Tavern, tell Bruce not to believe anything anyone said, to believe only that I loved him. But I sank back again. The truth was I was afraid — afraid of the hostility there would be in his voice, afraid I could not make him see that although I had gone out with Ferenc it had been only because I was lonely, separated from Bruce himself. I don't know how long I sat there, but the streets outside had become dark and quiet and my body ached with stiffness when at last I got up and slipped wearily out of my print dress. Hanging it in my closet, I remembered the first night I had worn it, how guilty I had felt that it had been for Ferenc and not for Bruce. I had tried tonight to make up, but Fate hadn't let me. Bruce had not seen me in the dress, he never would see me in it now. Was it some kind of symbol, maybe the sign Ferenc had prophesied? Well, I had my answer anyway, and it was very clear. Strange, but I felt quite calm when I went into the office the next morning. Perhaps the weeping I had done in the night had used up all my emo tion and there wasn't any left. Dr. Dale was already there, though it was early. He came to his door at once and stood peering through his shining spectacles with his shrewd, bright little eyes, in a sort of appraising way. I thought, a little grimly, I know what he's trying to find out. He wants to know whether I was rash last night, whether I let my emotions run away with my common sense. Well, he can stop worrying. It's all over. He'll never lose his little secretary to her soldier now. His little secretary hasn't any soldier any more. "Well, well," he said with a rare hesitancy in his tone. "I see you didn't oversleep this morning." "No," I said shortly, my eyes on my notebook. I suddenly resented his interest in my affairs. He had had his way, but I would not let him gloat! "I half expected," he went on with a sort of arch jocularity, "not to see you at all." Did he have to rub it in that way? I felt like screaming at him to take his round bland figure in its perfect tailored suit out the doorway and out of my sight. But I kept my lips closed. "Don't tell me," he said, coming to my desk and standing over me so that I could smell the fragrance of his expensive shaving creams and powders. "Don't tell me something went wrong last night, my dear." I looked up quickly. "How — how did you know?" ETE jerked up straight and pursed *-*■ his lips into a little rosebud in the middle of his pink round face. "I think I have had enough experience of the world's troubles," he said with dignity, "to recognize the marks of unhappiness on a human face." "Oh, I'm sorry," I told him, the tears suddenly hot behind my eyes. "I didn't mean to snap at you. But it's true. Things did go wrong. There — there just wasn't any evening. Bruce didn't — didn't come — " He put his hand on my shoulder and said, "I'm sorry you were hurt, my dear. But remember some wounds are like necessary surgical operations. I assure you you'll be better off for this one. Do you see?" I nodded, my head turned away from him. Oh, why wouldn't he let me alone? He gave my head a fatherly pat, cleared his throat as if he would say something more, but just stood silent a moment, hesitating, and then went into his office. I started working, feeling as numb as if I had really had a surgical operation and was still half o*o*o*o*o»o»otoec»o«otoio*o*o»o»a#o*o<oto*o«o«o»o*o* &CLU TTeluLo lo^ JOE BOLAND — who plays the Police Sergeant on Abie's Irish Rose over NBC Saturday nights, besides appearing frequently on other network shows. Joe is a Cleveland, Ohio, boy who studied chemistry in Wooster College until he was cast in a college play during his junior year and discovered that he'd never be happy except as an actor. He went through his senior year and graduated, but his heart wasn't with chemistry any longer. After receiving his degree he even turned down a good job offered by a chemical company and went to New York instead. He credits Edward Arnold, then a Broadway star, with helping him get his first stage job. Joe's married, and has one very new daughter. 56 *O*O*O*Q*O*O4O»O*O*O«Q«O0O*O«O»O«O»O«OlO«O«O«O»O*OIO0Q«O9O»O«O«OvO*e*O*O* RADIO MIRROR