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mit them to stand in the way of my happiness, and Grant's, and their own. For Grant made it clear . that he wanted them to have everything he would give his own children.
They were sweet. And when Fran caught sight of tears in my eyes she was almost frantic in her assurance that everything would be all right if I married Grant Cummings. She even swayed Dick.
But a minute ago I went in to see them in their beds. They were asleep with tears on their lashes. They reassured me, the blessed angels, and then cried themselves to sleep.
There's nothing I can do. Nothing! If I married Grant I'd always be tearing my heart in two, trying to give it to him and the children . . .
Wednesday . . . I've told Grant I must stay here, without him. It took courage. He looked as if everything inside him that was young and warm and
■ Helen Menken plays Brenda Cummings in the drama, Second Husband, heard every Tuesday night on CBS.
Tuesday, the 15th .. .
Dick and Fran don't want me to marry Grant! They don't want to move to New York! They would rather live here over the store than live on his "old ranch."
At first I couldn't understand their reaction. Then, slowly, I realized they were jealous of him. They're afraid he will take me away.
"If you married him I wouldn't be head of our family any more," Dick said.
And Fran added, more quietly, "Somehow it just wouldn't be right for Mr. Cummings to be your husband but not our really and truly father."
I tried to talk to them, but everything I said made them resent Grant more, made them feel more intensely about him taking their father's place. They don't remember their father, for it's now six years — it doesn't seem possible — since he was burned to death in that automobile accident. But they worship the memory of him which I've given them.
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I have to laugh — a little bitterly — when I think how hard I've tried to make Richard Williams seem a man of whom they could be proud . . . how I've talked only of his charm and never of his weakness which made him drink and kept us poor and finally caused his death.
I'm trapped by my own words '. . .
How can I tell Grant?
Later . . . Tuesday . . . I had another talk with Dick and Fran. It didn't seem right to per