Radio and television mirror (Nov 1939-Apr 1940)

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■ Beginning in intimate diary form, the vivid story of a young mother who thought it was no crime to love andmarry again — based on the pop ular radio serial of the same name ■ Everything I say makes them resent Grant more — for they worship the memory of their real father! that he fell in love with me in the same moment he came into my shop. And I believe him! Because in the same minute he was falling in love with me I was falling in love with him. That must be why I felt so insupportably lonely after he had gone. Today Grant drove the children and me out to his ranch. After dinner Dick and Fran went to the corral. And Grant and I sat in his living-room by the big fire. Beyond the windows the Montana mountains shifted from rose to lavender and then they grew soft in the twilight. I've watched them change like this for years but tonight they were more beautiful than ever before. Tonight the whole world was more beautiful than ever before. . . . Grant Cummings has asked me to marry him! I have to keep saying it and writing it or I wouldn't believe it. He's asked me to marry him and he's waiting, impatiently, for my answer. He knows what it will be and I know what it will be, but I did feel, as a matter of form, I should talk to the children first. All of which Grant understood. For their lives will be changed too. And we've played at being the Three Musketeers, all for one and one for all, for so long that I wouldn't hurt their feelings by failing to consult them about anything as important as this. I can imagine how excited they will be about moving to New York and having summers here on Grant's ranch. I wanted to tell them all about it tonight but they were so exhausted I decided to wait until morning. We'll have a celebration breakfast, with pancakes. Grant is so sweet, so dear. I didn't know men like him lived outside of story-books. And I never believed there really was such a thing as love at first sight. I've been a very stupid woman, it seems. . . . 13