Radio and television mirror (Jan-June 1942)

strength born of humility. "I will go." As he trudged off down the dirt road, the girl turned to the old man. "Uncle, where did he say Napoleon, the conqueror, would be tomorrow?" The old man replied, "At Waterloo, the village beyond the hill . . ." As the scene began to disappear in the descending mists, Mary heard the voice beside her say, "Mary, you have heard . . ." "Yes," she answered wonderingly. "But I still don't understand what — " "Then come," interrupted the voice. "There are others." A GAIN Mary felt herself borne -^ aloft, carried forward at spacedefying speed in the chamber of clouds. This time, after she had been put gently down upon the earth, the rising mists revealed, standing on the shore of a lake, a large stone house whose heavy doors an angry crowd of peasants was storming. From the brogue of their speech she guessed the country must be Ireland. On the other side of the doors stood Michael, handsome young nobleman, in the fine old hall of his ancestors, and Kathleen, whom Michael had found like a bit of sunlight dancing across his hills and had married, as his people said, "out of his class." With a grim mouth Michael was now reaching for his gun. "So it's force they want, is it? Well, it's force they'll have!" "Michael, no," Kathleen begged, her copper-gold head flung back. "It's half mad they are with hunger. They're my people, Michael, and I know them better than you do. It's not guns will help." "Nor is it words they'll understand," Michael argued hotly. "I say it is and I'll prove it to ye!" Before her husband could stop her, Kathleen had sped to the great doors, unbarred them and thrown them open to the clamoring crowd outside. "What's the meanin' of this?" she challenged the mob. "You know what the meanin' is," a surly-looking man yelled. "You've food here — you and your great lord —a cellar full of it!" "That's a lie!" Kathleen replied spiritedly. "There's no more inside these walls than in the house of any one of ye. What we've had we've shared, like all the rest. And 'tis ashamed ye should be for believin' otherwise. Now get on with ye!" But the angry murmurs began to swell menacingly. Kathleen, quick to sense the danger, took the last plunge. "You men, brandishin' your staves and hoes — ye'd do better to be workin' with 'em," she scoffed. "This mornin' I saw new plants sproutin' in the valley fields — plants that would grow the faster with some diggin' — if there were men with the brains and the brawn to be doin' it!" Anger turned to exclamations of surprise. "Ye hear that, ye lazy brawlin' banshees!" one woman cried. " 'Tis the new crops. Now, get on with ye and tend to 'em!" Mulling knots of agitators began to untie themselves and string off down the valley. "There, Michael, ye see!" A radiant Kathleen turned to her husband. "It was hope they needed. That's all." "Kathleen," Michael was looking down at his wife with a mixture of pride and quizzicalness. "Are there new plants in the valley fields?" "A very few," she responded pertly. "But there'll be more. Because if there aren't, then it's the death of Ireland — and the death of Ireland is fair the death of the world. And the world doesn't die, Michael. It gets almighty sick sometimes and sets up a wail of agony. But if ye listen sharp, even in the midst of the wail ye can hear another sound. It's laughter, Michael — the laughter of another day when all this shall be forgotten." A CHUCKLE broke from her lips. ■^» "A phrase, if I do say it meself. Remind me to tell young Michael — shortly after he's born. He'll be proud to know he has such a devilish smart mother." Michael gazed deep into the eyes of Kathleen. "I can hardly believe it. With the whole countryside mad with fear of the famine, you're not afraid!" "Sure, and how can I be afraid when I've got your son beneath my heart?" 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