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He put on a good show, but he wasn't happy all the same." "But — what— what happened — " "I'm telling you. We were all broke, and he got a chance to ride in an amateur race. He tried for the purse to help us out. And he went off a curve — and crashed. He's paralyzed, Miss Ryan." "No!" Pat cried; "no — no — not Scoop." "I felt responsible. If Scoop hadn't done this for us he wouldn't be — I just figured if you — " she stopped abruptly. "I know I'd want to stick if anyone I cared about was helpless and broke. He'd spoken of you, once or twice — not much — but I took a chance — " "Will you drive me to join him — now — " Pat's voice broke on a dry, choking sob. LONG, never ending roads stretching ■before her, clouds of dust, hot air beating against her eyes: a nightmare of motion in which Pat vaguely realized she was sitting beside Stormy Wilson, while her heart and thoughts strained to reach and find Scoop. But, at last, she stood in his room, and had dropped to her knees beside the wheel chair in which he sat. She — flung her arms around him. "Pats— Pats!" Scoop cried. "How did you find me?" "Darling!" Pat sobbed. Her face against his. "P a t s!" h e moved his shoulders as if in pain: "get up. You are not staying. Walk out of this room. I'm a cripple. I left you, and that's final." "But, Scoop, I want to take care of you. I have — " His eyes blazed in his white face. "Don't say you've enough money to take care of me, don't say it, Pats." She struggled to her feet, and looked at him, one hand at her quivering lips. "I love you. You love me. Nothing else matters." "A lot of things matter," he answered through set lips, "a hell of a lot of things." "You're wrong. Oh, Scoop, I've been so lonely, so unhappy. I'm never going to leave you again. I'll go now because I'm going to find a minister. We'll be married right here — today." She placed her hand on his. "You make it hard for me, PitterPat. If you think I'll let you sacrifice yourself — " Pat's lips on his stopped his words. Then she moved toward the door. "Wait, wait," Scoop's voice rang with a desperate urgency. "Give me time to think. Come back at five this afternoon. Do this for me, Pats." The quick color stained Pat's face. "Yes," said Pat thoughtfully, "I was stupid before. I'll be wise and patient this time — and always." Scoop's eyes followed her with stark longing as she closed the door behind her. At five Pat stood in the entrance of Scoop's room, her arms full of flow The CAST of GIRL ALONE Patricia Rogers BETTY WINKLER Scoop Curtis PAT MURPHY Virginia Richman LAURETTE FILLBRANDT Alice Ames JOAN WINTERS (Illustrations posed by members of the cast) ers; her face tender and gentle. There was a new dignity about her. And as Scoop looked at her, he settled himself more firmly in his chair, while Stormy Wilson, standing beside him, placed one hand upon his shoulder. "It's no use, Pats," he said. "I've made it impossible for you to sacrifice yourself. I'll not live on your money. Stormy and I were married an hour ago." The flowers dropped from Pat's hands, spilling their crimson color across the floor like blood. Her lips opened, but no sound came. Her eyes turned from Scoop to Stormy in a wide, unbelieving stare. Scoop's hands closed on the arms of his chair as if to hold himself still. "I said," he repeated, "I married Stormy." Then Pat sobbed, a bitter cry escaped her lips; her face was stark in its pallor. She stepped toward him. "Scoop, you couldn't have done this to us — not if you loved me. Scoop — " her voice trailed off into silence. "Miss Ryan," Stormy began, but Scoop stopped her with a gesture. "Let me tell her," he said. "Pats — Pats — it's because I loved you that I — that we did this, that Stormy was willing to help." "To help!" Pat cried. "You never loved me, Scoop Curtis. You left me on my wed ding day — that's not love. And — I followed you here — I tried to marry you — " Her hands twisted and turned, beating against each other. "Maybe, it's best if you think that, Pats," Scoop answered, his face hard; "you'll get over it sooner." Pat steadied herself with one hand on the back of a chair. ^——_ ■ ~ ~~ ^^^^~ "I've finished with dreams. I'm through with ideals. I'm going to Chicago — I'll use my money — I'll never go without a thing I want. I'll take what I can, and others can pay. Watch the papers, Scoop. You'll read things there — things about Patricia Rogers, one of the richest girls in America — and what she's doing. You've taught me one thing. Love doesn't exist." "Doesn't it? You're wrong, Pats, you're wrong." But she could not hear his low voice. SHE put her hand to her lips; she could feel the hot tears rising, the sobs choking in her throat. She must not let Scoop, she must not let Stormy, see those tears or hear those sobs. She turned quickly, and passed through the door into the bleak loneliness of the hospital hall. She did not see the pity in Stormy's eyes, standing motionless, watching Scoop, as he listened with straining ears to her footsteps growing fainter and fainter, fading in the distance. JUNE TRAVIS Has Scoop's impulsive gesture oj self-sacrifice only succeeded in ruining his own life and Patricia's as well? New scenes of emotion and drama are in store for you in the coming chapters of this romantic novel — so reserve your March issue at your newsdealer's now! 80 RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR