Radio and television mirror (July-Dec 1941)

a message waiting for her. A message to call her own home in Hollywood. She expected Agatha to answer when she put the call through. But it was Gil. He wasted no time on useless words about their quarrel; it was, suddenly, as if they were back on their old footing of months before, as if they were very dear friends. "Helen, I think you'd better come down. A telegram arrived for you this afternoon, and Miss Anthony opened it. It was from Drew." "From Drew!" The two words were spoken on a quick indrawn breath. "Yes. All it said was, 'See you soon in Hollywood.' And Helen — it wasn't from the sanitarium. It had been sent from a small town between Santa Barbara and Los Angeles." Helen felt the telephone receiver heavy in her hand. She said in a choked voice, "Then he's — -escaped. I would have known if they'd decided to release him." "I'm afraid so. Can you come down?" "I'll take the first plane," she said swiftly. "Meet me at the airport." WHILE she called the air transport office for reservations, while she hurried to pack a bag and catch the bus to the airport, she could keep the frightening news from her mind. But once in the plane she could only sit, staring out of the window, wondering where Drew was, what he was doing. Where would that pitiful, lost mind of his take him? Into what dangers? Gil met her at the field, and they drove to Trenthony. Gil had already called Dr. Spear at the sanitarium and learned that Drew had been missing all day, after an escape that showed careful, shrewd planning. "But isn't the sanitarium trying to find him?" Helen asked distractedly. "Naturally. But' there isn't much they can do. Spear wanted to notify the police, but I managed to persuade him to wait. He's sure that if Drew sent you that telegram he'll eventually get in touch with you." At Trenthony, there was nothing to do but settle down to a long, nerveracking vigil. Now that their anger had been submerged in this new and more important trouble, Gil and Helen did not speak of what had happened in San Francisco. A tacit agreement held them waiting — waiting — waiting for Drew to make some move. Midnight came, and no word. Agatha brought in a tray of sandwiches and some coffee. Helen forced some food down, but a tight lump in her throat made it difficult. Gil drank coffee and paced the floor restlessly. At three o'clock, when no word had come, they all went upstairs to try to sleep, Gil in the spare room. But sleep was a capricious visitor to Trenthony that night. Helen was up at eight, having breakfast. Gil and Agatha came in shortly after. The sun was hot for a winter morning. It gave promise of a long day. But none of them knew the color of the sky. They wandered in and out to the garden, talking, discussing, but arriving nowhere, their thoughts hinging on the whereabouts and safety of Drew. Noon came and went with no respite. By five o'clock Helen felt as though all her life had been spent at this age-long weary vigil. Agatha tried to make them eat. She alone had recaptured her calm. In the evening Gil called Dr. Spear AUGUST, 1941 <^ Wdtch your_Step Jean Seton of Arthur Murray's Fifth Avenue Studio, exquisite, fairy-like in her dancing, is the personification of daintiness. A, lRThur Murray's famous dancing teachers never miss a beat — in rhythm or in daintiness! Their living depends on perfection — that's why they love Odorono Cream. They can depend on it to guard against underarm odor and dampness. They smooth it on while dressing— remain flower-fresh till the studio closes at night. Your day may not be so strenuous — but you'll value Odorono Cream just as highly. It checks perspiration safely 1 to 3 days. Nongritty, smooth as satin . . . non-greasy, harmless to fabrics. And — blessed thought! — it's nonirritating, can be used right after shaving! Try it and you'll agree with Arthur Murray girls on its superiority. Generous 10^, 35^ and 50«5 sizes at your favorite cosmetic counter. The Odorono Co., Inc., New York, N. Y. Kaye Hanlon faces grilling Kansas City heat with serene confidence in her daintiness. Moya Teague, English-born charmer, keeps that band-box freshness lesson after lesson. FULL OZ. JAR — ONLY 354 Odorono Cream gives you 50% TO 100% MORE FOR YOUR MONEY Other Creams A ALSO LIQUID ODORONO— REGULAR AND INSTANT 73