Radio and television mirror (Nov 1939-Apr 1940)

"Why, yes!" Sunday remembered a dark, clever girl, perfectly groomed, with a humorous mouth. "Of course I remember her. I liked her." "I like her, too. We're still good friends, even if we are getting a divorce. But I guess I never loved her like I — " He broke off abruptly. "Let's duck in here and have some tea — then you can tell me all about yourself and — and Henry." Minutes later, Sunday said, "And that's the whole sordid story, Bill." His big brown hand reached across the table to cover hers. "It's a tragic story. You two had so much — and you were really in love. Isn't there any chance that you can patch it up?" I'M afraid not. I love the baby now ' — I couldn't give him up. And he would always be a reminder — to both of us — that Henry had once been cruel and cowardly enough to deny his own son. It wouldn't work out now — -I'd rather," she begged, "not talk about it any more. And you've had troubles of your own." "I'm afraid they don't seem very important to me, compared with yours," he smiled. "I must tell Joan about Henry, though. They got to know each other quite well in Silver Creek, staying at the dude ranch at the same time." "Oh— they did?" Sunday felt an unwelcome, ridiculous pang of jealousy. "I — I didn't know that." He shot her a keen look. "In fact, I've sometimes thought that Joan married me on the rebound about as much as I married her that way . . ." It was late when they parted, with an appointment to meet the next day; and that night Sunday knew such a sweet, dreamless sleep as she had not had for weeks. In the morning she called the hospital, to learn that Henry too had slept the night through, with a constantly decreasing temperature. She saw him again that day, for a few moments. He was still too weak to do more than whisper a few words of gratitude for her return, but the delirium was gone, and Dr. Hadley told her that recovery now was certain. "I can leave him now," she said to herself. "I've done what I came to do." The thought brought her no happiness. Would another day matter? One more chance to see him? She met Bill that afternoon, in a luxurious hotel lobby, and again they talked over a tea-table until dusk had fallen on the roaring city. "I told Joan about Henry," Bill confided. "She's going up to see him today or tomorrow " "Yes," Sunday said abstractedly. "I think it's wonderful, Bill, that you and Joan can still be friends." "That's what happens when you don't start out with love," Bill said lightly. "Sunday — " There was a deeper note in his voice now. "Sunday — I hate to see you this way — so sad and unhappy. You know I'd do anything I could to help you." She turned her head away to hide the tears that burned her eyes. "Of course I do, Bill dear." "I've never really changed in the way I feel about you," he added husk iiy. Consciousness of his goodness, his simplicity, swept over her. To how few women was it given to know a love like his — undemanding, adoring, certain! Perhaps she had always been a fool not to recognize it for the priceless gift it was. "I have an idea, too, Sunday," he was saying. "You need to go away somewhere — start all over again. And I think I know where you can do it. I've got a cousin — Brad Jenkins — who owns a factory down in Linden, Illinois, and I think I could get him to give you a job. It's a nice little town, Linden — you'd like it — just big enough so people don't pry too much into other folks' business. And I just got a letter from Brad this morning. He wants me to come down and visit him. Wouldn't you like to come along?" OH, I couldn't," she said. "I've got to go back to Lively and Jackey and the baby." "But if you liked Linden, and if you got a job with Brad — why, then you could send for them." She hesitated. Linden — the word called up a picture of trees and green lawns and flowers, quiet old houses, a tall town hall beside a friendly square. Room to live, room to breathe. And a job. Most important of all, a job that would provide for Lonnie and Jackey and Lively. "Yes, Bill," she agreed quietly. "I'll go to Linden with you." So Sunday has determined to start life over again, in new surroundings and among new friends. Will they help her to forget Henry and her ruined marriage? Don't miss next month's instalment of this exciting serial, in which unexpected developments bring the story of Sunday and Lord Henry to a dramatic climax. VIVACIOUS VASSAR SENIOR, BETTY BURLINGHAM, SAYS: "Itiot wwcLmmj Viatu/iaf wok\ IT'S EASY WITH THIS FACE POWDER YOU CHOOSE BY THE COLOR OF YOUR EYES! 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