Radio and television mirror (Nov 1939-Apr 1940)

IMMHU u "Be sure your sins will find you out" — but must the past rise up once more to bar Tamara from finding a new happiness in life? Continuing a compelling novel of lost innocence: FIVE years in a convent school were poor defense for Tamara Todhunter when she met Mayne Mallory, handsome, . unprincipled film actor. To her dazzled eyes, he symbolized everything she hated in her own life. Instead of the shoddy, catch-as-catch-can existence in her mother's apartment, Mayne offered — or seemed to offer — glamour and romance and beauty. Only afterwards did she realize what an easy conquest she had been for him. A few strings to pull — and he had secured a job for her in the San Francisco theatrical company where he was playing a guest-starring engagement. A few more strings — and she went with the company on its brief tour of the state. But then Mayne went back to Hollywood and his picture work, leaving Tamara with her old life — the same old life, only so much worse now because of the shame that she must carry with her. In a few months she realized that she was to have a child. No help could be expected from her mother or sister or brother, all intent on their own affairs, and Tarn was in the lowest depths of hopelessness when she met the Mother Superior of her old convent, in San Francisco for a brief visit. Mother Laurence helped her by sending her to an old friend, Mary Hutton, who lived on a farm south of San Francisco. Mrs. Hutton took Tarn into her home, spreading the story that she was her own nephew's wife, and in the days that followed the girl regained some of the pride and self-respect she thought had been lost. When the baby came — a girl — she named it Mary, after Mrs. Hutton. IN THE end, it was the stage to which Tarn returned, leaving little Mary behind, with Mary Hutton. It was luck, and luck alone, which led her back to the theater. She had not been back in San Francisco two weeks when she was given a part with the Peter Willey Company, and after that she played parts under Willey's management for six or seven years. It was not especially exciting; the plays Willey put on were all old and seasoned, but the company itself was like some fine old windjammer steadily sailing the agitated seas of the theater; its stout manager said himself that he never played anything but winners, and Tamara thought herself extremely lucky to get on board. Month after month, year after year, she went steadily about her business. Men followed her about; some of them fine, some not; it made little difference. She was only ■ Kathleen Norris is the first nationally famous writer to have her works brought to radio listeners as a daily serial program. "Woman in Love" can be heard Monday through Friday over the CBS network, at 5:00 P.M., E.S.T., sponsored by General Mills. So that you may read this stirring drama of love, as well as hear it, Radio Mirror presents the story in its original novel form. vaguely aware of their existence. She and her mother had a small apartment in Pine Street. Lance was serving a term in jail for misappropriation of funds. Coral, after having threatened him with breach of promise proceedings, had married her friend Arnold French and had gone off with him to Europe. Willette was the same as ever. She sometimes cried over Lance, but not often. Tamara was gentle with her; she herself was too busy, too grateful for work and happiness, to be anything but generous. Happiness — yes, it had come back. She was happy again; the taste of life was good. And every Saturday night after the play, she went down to Belmont to be with Mary. When anyone in the theater asked her where she spent her Sundays she answered truthfully, "At a sort of rest cure." To her mother she said that she liked Mrs. Hutton, and Mrs. Hutton's little granddaughter was a darling. Between the theater, the apartment, and the old house down among the low Belmont hills, Tarn's entire interest lay and her entire time was spent. She never accepted an invitation or wanted anything more. Her work and her books and the secret garden to which she escaped for every moment of leisure were all her world. For seven years. . . . "Tarn, why won't you marry me?" asked George Davis. "I have to see a man twice before I will marry him, George," Tam said, busy with make-up. "You've seen me four times," he said. "And I've known you five days." "I like your air of flustered feminine evasiveness, Tam. It seems to indicate that you are beginning to care — that way." Tam studied her reflection in the mirror thoughtfully, pushed a smooth wave of hair into place. She Copyright 1934-1935 By Kathleen Norris — Originally Published by Doubleday. Doran & Co.