Radio and television mirror (Jan-June 1942)

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to disguise the unhappiness left by Steve's desertion. In September, one afternoon, Martha was sitting in her garden, rereading a letter from Cora, when William Moore dropped in. She was so deep in her thoughts that she didn't even hear him drive up. "Hello!" he called. Martha started. "I have good news for you. Your case comes up day after tomorrow." "Oh," Martha said. "I'm glad." "And I thought you were happy here," William Moore said, half jokingly, half seriously. "It isn't that," Martha said. "It's— I have a feeling that everything isn't going right at home. My sister-inlaw has written me such a strange letter — almost as if she wanted me to understand something she hasn't written down. She says Lucy's fine and very busy — but she doesn't say at what. And she says that Jim's looking wonderful and he's very active— but she doesn't say why he's so active. And Cora is usually so frank with me about everything. About the only thing she does say is that Lillian has been neglecting the store." "Does that matter very much, now?" William Moore asked. "Of course, it does!" Martha said. "Even if I do close it, or sell it — I don't want it to fail. I'm proud of that store." "I know," William Moore said. "And you're anxious to get home, too, aren't you?" Martha nodded. "Well, we should be able to straighten out everything in two or three weeks." "So long?" Martha asked in dismay. "Your uncle's estate is a little involved," he explained. "It will take at least two weeks before we can turn over a complete accounting ■ to you." "But I don't have to be here for that, do I?" Martha asked. William Moore lowered his eyes. "No," he confessed softly. "I guess not. I — I thought I could keep you here just a little longer. I — I'm going to miss you." 'T'HE sincerity in his voice warmed -■ and flattered Martha. It was pleasant to think that she had been able to v/in the friendship of this clever, sophisticated Easterner. He took her hand. "I guess we can't keep you here," he said regretfully, "if you really want to get back. And once the will is settled there'll no longer be any real reason for you to stay in Old Port." In spite of his apparent agreement to complete all the legal details, it seemed to Martha that he still welcomed any delay. But at last everything had been done, whether he really wished it done or not. Martha felt a twinge of sadness, when he said goodbye to her in the deep, noisy station in New York, just before the train pulled away from the platform. But, as the express sped farther and farther away, rushing her back towards Farmington, he faded from her thoughts. It was nine o'clock and just getting dark, when the train pulled into Farmington. Martha got off the train, her heart beating rapidly, excitedly. "Mrs. Jackson!" Martha looked down the dimly lit platform. "Mrs. Jackson!" It was Johnny Long, run ning toward her, out of breath and disheveled. "Boy!" Johnny said. "Hello! I just made it!" "Hello, Johnny," Martha said. "Where are the others?" "They're all waiting at home," Johnny said with a grin. "It's a surprise." For some reason, Martha's heart sank. She walked silently to Johnny's rattletrap car and got in. She wasn't even very surprised when Johnny took a different road home. They stopped before a large, newly painted, white house. Every window was brightly lit and music was pouring into the quiet treelined street. Before they had a chance to ring the bell, a man in livery opened the door. Martha stared at him. "Welcome, home, Madame," he said with a bow. Martha had a sudden urge to laugh. The only thing that stopped her was Tommy, hurtling down the sweeping staircase and throwing himself into her arms. "Mamma! Mamma!" Tommy cried. Then, suddenly, they were all there. Lucy, Jim, Lillian, all hugging her and fussing and talking. Cora stood at the foot of the stairs until all the greetings were over. Then, she came forward and kissed Martha. "I tried to stop them," she whispered. Martha patted her shoulder and whispered, "I know." Then, she turned to Lucy, lovely in a white dance dress. "It's a nice house," she said, "but the rent — " "Rent?" Lillian interrupted. "Jim bought it for you." "Don't you like it, Martha?" Jim asked anxiously. Adds good taste to any scene ^ , Vvem Arikers and Lo„ Chancy. J'-^'j!^een scenes f^ I II iilKI P^:.ireeWg «-<>^ -/on every i f the stars ensoyi*^ and tney ':tu^»e those "«„" '^„\u;y..i«''«\ ^i'r\rMtot"ot.on,,long..P|^ TASTi / if Pepsi-Cola is made only by Pepsi-Cola Company, Long Island City, N. Y. Bottled locally by Authorized Bottlers from coast to coast. -^ MARCH, 1942 gg