Radio and television mirror (Nov 1939-Apr 1940)

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She saw the man drop Mary's guiding little hand and begin to run, she saw mother and son meet, and she saw the gray head go down on his shoulder and heard the one thick cry: "Bunny! My little boy!" Then she beckoned to the interested Mary, and they went through the green side gate together. "We'll fix some figs and raspberries for supper," Tamara said. "Gran told me once he loved raspberries." "Does Gran like him?" Mary demanded. "She loves him very dearly. He's her little boy that was lost." "But why are you crying, Aunt Tarn?" "Because I'm so happy, darling. Because life is so wonderful," Tarn said. THE weeks flew on in an unreal and dreamlike beauty that made Tam feel that she was floating — flying, rather than going about familiar, well-worn duties. They were to be married, she and George, as soon as the sensational Elliot case, which he was defending, was finished. But before that day could come, so many things happened that Tam lived in a constant whirl of excitement. First, her mother was married — for the third time, and to a stout elderly man in the theatrical advertisement business. And then, according to a schedule, George's political party nominated him to run for the district attorneyship, leaving only Hatty Elliot's trial to run its course before they could be married. George defended Hatty Elliot, accused of the murder of her child, against the prosecution of Oscar Mullins, the incumbent district attorney, who would also be his opponent in the election. Defended her, and won at last a brilliant acquittal which, everyone said, assured him a second victory over Mullins at the polls. The day after the jury had returned its verdict of "Not guilty," Tam and George were married — at nine o'clock in the morning in the small treeshaded church that stood at a turn in the road near Mary Hutton's farm. Only Mary Hutton and little Mary were there when Tam and George took their vows. Fifteen minutes later George and Tamara kissed the others good bye and climbed into the waiting car. With a final wave they went down the shady road and turned into the highway. The miles began to slide by; the closely packed environs of San Francisco were gone; they struck out westward across the long bridge that spanned the upper bay. There was a stop at the Lake Hotel to freshen and change and to enjoy with ravenous appetites the impromptu meal of eggs and corn and fresh hot rolls. Then Tam appeared once again in the camping regalia of jeans and sweater, red kerchief and brimmed hat, tin cup and bowie knife, 60 and the late afternoon rocking-chair sitters on the hotel veranda saw the tall, lean cowboy lead up the horses, and Tam and George mount them, and the little cavalcade set off for the timberline country. The "outfit" was composed of the laconic cowboy, Roy, and his nephew, young Roy, four horses and four pack mules. In Roy's kyacks, strapped securely with greasy, heavy belts to the mules, was the entire camp equipment. Late in the afternoon, they stopped on a strip of forest meadow, a branch of the mighty Kings River plunging down over the rocks beside it. Immediately the horses and mules strayed away into the meadow. The bags were opened and Tam had her towels and her jersey dress over her arm, and was picking her way along the creek bank, past the pools and the rapids to that special basin Roy described as "where the last woman I had along liked to wash herself." Coming back to camp, damp of head and scented from head to foot with the sweetness of it all, Tam found George ready for dinner and comfortable in old clothes, waiting on a great log that formed a seat by the fire. The two Roys shared their supper with them. Tamara was so tired, so sleepy, so deliciously ready for the night that she could hardly keep her seat at the smooth-topped stump that served them for a table. But quite suddenly, after supper, she felt almost rested again, and she and George went with Roy to the river bank and tried for trout before they returned for a drowsy half-hour of campfire talk, and the goodnights that said it was nine o'clock in the mountains. IN the night she awakened to hear • the horses' big teeth tearing at the grass, and the river running and rippling, and little wood animals contributing cheeps and crackles and grunts to the utter peace and beauty of the mountain night. "Twenty days of it — twenty days in heaven!" Tam thought, and fell to sleep. But twenty days were not so very many, and almost at once, it seemed, they were emerging once more into the commonplace daily world. Again the hot little valley towns moved by the speeding car, and again in the late afternoon they reached cooler weather, this time foggy weather, for the mists were pouring in in great waves. George's mother and Mary came out of the house as the motor stopped, and there was a babel of welcome, questions and embraces. "Oh," said Tam, trailing upstairs, with Mary hopping after her, "I'm not sure but that this is the best of all! Oh, I need a bath!" "Some letters came for you, Tam," the old Mary called from the lower hall. "They're up on your bureau. But supper'll be ready soon." "I'll hurry," she called, and it was not until she had bathed and changed that she picked up the mail. The top letter was only an advertisement. The handwriting on the second envelope made her throat thicken and her spine turn cold. She knew that hand! — Mayne Mallory's! What is the news in the ominous letter that greeted Tam on her return ■from her honeymoon? Is Mayne about to return and once more throw his shadow over her life? Read the exciting coming chapters of Kathleen Norris' dramatic novel in the February issue of Radio Mirror. RADIO AND TELEVISION IVTIRROB I j