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"Ed!" she said at last, incredulously. "You — you kissed me!" "I've wanted to for such a long time — for two whole years," he said. "Why didn't you, then?" "I was afraid .... of marriage — kids — all the rest of it." He dropped his arms and turned half away, reminded of the place, the circumstances. "What was the use? You ought to know why I was afraid. For twenty years you've lived right in the middle of it all — cheap walkup flats, so dirty and dark the sun's ashamed to look in! I wasn't going to tell you I loved you unless I could offer you something better. And now — " He stared at her hopelessly. "Oh, Ed — why did you take the money?" "I was crazy, I guess," he said slowly. "I thought I could use it to finish up school — and then when I realized what I'd done I tried to put it back, but it was too late. I'm not a crook, Mary! "It was just working all day — trying to live on hot-dogs and soda-pop so I'd have enough money to pay my way at law school! And then you, so sweet and clean there beside me in the office, hour after hour — I couldn't stand it any more, Mary. I just went crazy and — and now they're going to put me in prison." "No," she said. "No, they're not." "But they are, Mary. The president of the company wants to make an example of me." "You're not going to jail," she insisted. "I ... I am." "You're . . . what?" "That's why I came here to talk to Mr. Craig," she said. "I've thought this whole thing out, Ed. For the last two days, that's all I've done — think. And I know it isn't right for you to go to jail." "But I took the money." Mary nodded. "Yes, and somebody's got to pay for that. But not you, Ed — vne." "Are you crazy? Why should you — " She laid the tips of cool fingers across his lips. "No, wait, Ed. Please listen! For three years you've worked — you've starved yourself — just so you could have a little money to go to school at night and make something of yourself." "What's my studying got to do with it?" "Everything! Another six months, Ed, and you'll be iinished with school — and you can get a job in a law office, and pass your bar examinations, and he somebody! I'm not going to let you waste all the work you've done, and all your sacrifices, when you're so close to finishing. "That's why you can't go to jail. Your record's 74 got to be clean." "My record!" Incredulously, she saw that he was really angry, and her own anger began to rise to meet his. "What sort of a man do you think I am, to let you go to jail for me?" "That's just it!" she said scornfully. "If you'll be a man, and not a boy playing at being a hero, we'll both have a chance to be happy!" "Both ....?" "Of course." Her anger was gone as swiftly as it had come, and now she was pleading again. "If you go to jail and kill your chance of ever being somebody, you're killing me, too. You made a mistake when you took that money, but you can't let that mistake kill both our lives." Ed shook his head. "It's no use talking like that, Mary. I can't let you go to jail for me." "Don't you understand yet?" she cried in desperation. "I won't be doing it for you — I'll be doing it for myself! Don't you know that when a woman loves a man, her life's so very much his that what happens to him happens to her, too? If you go to jail, I'll be going with you — my whole life and hope?" "Mary, I can't let you ruin your life!" With her two little hands grasping the lapels of his shabby suit, she shook him with all her strength. "But there's nothing to ruin! I'll only be trading one little year, that doesn't mean anything to me, for a whole lifetime of happiness. All my life I've been just nothing — I've been in jail, anyway! The jail of my family, and the ugly flats, and the subway! And now I have a chance to get out of that jail — with you! — and you won't let me take it. Ed, you've got to give me that chance at happiness!" In the office next door, Jim Craig stood up and switched off the dictophone. He'd heard enough. Moving heavily, he went into the room where Mary and Ed were. He entered so unexpectedly that he surprised them in each other's arms, but somehow, just then, it didn't seem to matter. "Well," he said, "which one of you took that money? Remember, now, I want a confession that'll stand up in court." Mary said quickly, "It's just like I told you, Mr. Craig — I did." Craig's glance swiveled to Ed Blake, standing hesitant and tense beside the girl. "How about it, young man? That the truth?" He saw Mary's hand grasp Ed's arm, press it hard in a wordless plea. "That's" — his voice was hoarse; he cleared his throat and tried again — "yes! My confession was a lie." "All right," Craig said. "If that's the way it is." Suddenly brisk, he said to Mary, "Your confession, young lady — we'll let you dictate it." Behind him, as he went to the door to call the stenographer he heard Ed Blake whisper: "Oh, my darling! I hope we're right." And Mary answered, "I know we're right! You've given us both new life — You'll work hard while I'm gone, and when I come out we'll be all ready to start. Oh, darling!" Her voice deepened. "It'll be such a happy year!" Tune in Arch Obo/er's Everyman's Theater, Friday nights on NBC-Red. RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR