Radio and television mirror (Jan-June 1941)

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"Oh, John," Patricia cried, "must you go? I — " she stopped at the pain in his eyes. "I know. To leave you for a day, a few hours is bad enough. And this may be weeks. Oh, Pat," his voice broke, "just when you're mine, after all these years — " She drew his head down on her breast, and kissed his hair. She struggled against a feeling of dread, of actual fear. I'm becoming morbid, she thought, but, oh, I don't want to be left. Yet he wouldn't leave me if he didn't have to, and I must not make it harder for him than it is already. "I'll write you every day," he said, "and when I get back we'll have our honeymoon." IT was lonely, terribly lonely with' out John; the evenings were so long, where before they had passed so quickly and contentedly, as he had sat with her, talking and reading. It had been the first real companionship Patricia had ever known, and she felt its loss through every hour. The arrival of John's letters each morning was the one event for which she waited, and she read and reread them, thrilling to the deep, passionate love in them, hoping each one would tell her the day of his return. Then one morning there was no letter; the day passed — another day, and still no word from him. "When after four days she was still without news of him, or from him, she called his office, only to find they also wondered at his silence. Patricia was frightened; what could she do, to whom could she turn? And, that afternoon, when the butler came and told her Scoop was asking to see her, she was both afraid and relieved. He might know something — newspapers had a way of finding out things. But one glance at his face banished her hope. "What is it, Scoop?" she asked, attempting to keep her voice level, her heart from racing. "Do you know anything about John? You're worried — " "John?" Scoop's face showed his surprise. "I haven't heard from him for days, and I'm frightened. If not, what brought you here?" For a long minute Scoop stared at her, then with an utterly weary gesture, he said: "Stormy knows." "Knows what?" "That I love you — " "Scoop! How can she? What have you done?" "It's always something I do — I know that." He dropped into a chair, and ran one hand through his hair. "It was at the church, Pat, when you were shot. Stormy was frightened, begged me to get her out of the crowd. She had her hand on my arm. And I I — " his voice choked. "I shook her off. I said something mad, crazy — something about how I'd lost you forever— something about love — Oh, Pat, I was wild. I didn't think. I left her." Desi Arnaz and his movie star wife, Lucille Ball. Desi is to do shortwave broadcasts to South America. There was silence in the room. Patricia shut her lips. She did not trust herself to speak. You never thought, did you, Scoop — like a child — you've done it again. I'd like to tell you what I think. But I won't; John has shown me how much better it is to be patient and gentle. At last, she asked, quietly: "What has Stormy done?" "Nothing as yet. I found her at home. Someone had put her in a taxi. The only thing she's said is: You shouldn't have lied to me. Scoop — I'm not worth it'. Then she insisted I go find Virginia and bring her to us; she thought she could help her. Oh, God — " his head dropped on his clenched hands. "I'm sorry, Scoop," Patricia's voice broke, "but — you must make Stormy believe she's wrong, that you do love her. There are different kinds of love. I've learned that. You must prove it to her." "I can't prove something that isn't true." SCOOP rose to his feet, and stood looking at her; his eyes passed from her hair, her face, over her slim body. "I thought you'd better know," he said, turning away. "It's been so useless— so useless," he repeated. At the door he looked back. "I'll keep trying." But there was no hope in his voice. Patricia rested her head wearily against the pillows of her chair. The pain, the anguish, the renunciation — all for nothing; not even blind Stormy happy. And she had once envied her. And John — where was John? She needed him as never before; he was strong and gentle. She longed to have him with her, to hear his voice. Panic crept over her; no, no, nothing could have happened to him — Oh, God, she prayed softly, let there be a letter from John tomorrow. 74 Thus the good intentions of Scoop and Pat have only succeeded in tangling their lives still more hopelessly— with Stormy's heart broken, with John Knight strangely missing. Read the amazing climax of this swiftly paced serial in the May Radio Mirror. RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR