Radio and television mirror (Nov 1939-Apr 1940)

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The Story: ONLY half an hour after her marriage to Lord Henry Brinthrope, Sunday was confronting a woman who said that she, Diane Bradford, was the mother of Henry's year-old son. And, when he was shown a letter he had written to Diane, Henry could not deny the accusation. Belief in Henry's guilt was made all the easier for Sunday when she remembered that Arthur Brinthrope, his younger brother, had once wanted her to run away with him — without marriage. Arthur had disappeared after Jackey, Sunday's guardian, had almost killed him, and Henry had told her his brother was the scapegrace of the family — but might not that same cowardly and unprincipled streak be in Henry too? Heartbroken, Sunday left Brinthrope Manor and returned to America with Jackey and Lively, her other guardian. With her she took Diane's baby, Lonnie, for Diane was ill and the doctors had told her, she said, that she could not live much longer. It was not easy for Sunday to start life over again. It was impossible to return to Silver Creek, Colorado, where she had lived ever since Jackey and Lively had found her as a baby on the doorstep of their cabin — for Silver Creek held too many memories of her romance with Henry, and too, it would be the first place Henry would look for her. Her only friend, Bill Jenkins— who once had hoped to marry her — now was the husband of Joan Allen, a girl who had spent her vacation at a dude ranch near Silver Creek. Sunday and the two old men decided to settle in Blue Ridge, Kansas — a town they chose at random. But Sunday could find no work there, and they were just moving on when she read in a newspaper that Henry was in New York, very ill from the strain of trying to find her. Though still 32 convinced they could never be happy together, she went to New York to see him, leaving the baby behind with Jackey and Lively. In New York, she found Henry delirious and calling for her, but her presence calmed him and set him upon the road to recovery. By accident, Sunday met Bill Jenkins on the street, and he told her that he and his wife had separated, and that he himself would return to Silver Creek as soon as he had finished some business matters. When he learned that Sunday refused to return to Lord Henry, and that she had no job, Bill suggested that she go with him to Linden, Illinois, where his cousin, a wealthy manufacturer, might be able to give her work. . . . BUT Bill did not go to Linden with Sunday, after all. His business in New York took him longer than he had expected, and rather than wait for him, Sunday decided to go by herself, meanwhile wiring Jackey and Lively to meet her there with Lonnie. A few hours after she arrived she was sitting in the office of Brad Jenkins, Bill's cousin. He was not at all the man she had expected to see. He was much older and much sterner than Bill; his hair was quite gray, and there were deep lines between his eyes and from his nostrils to his mouth. "I hardly know what to say to you, Miss — " he began. "Mrs. Blake," she said, as he paused, using the name she had taken in Blue Ridge. "Yes. Mrs. Blake." He looked down at the letter from Bill she had brought him. "I don't think my cousin quite realizes — The fact is, I've just been forced to lay off fifty ■ This is a fictionization of the CBS serial, Our of my old employees. If I had any jobs to give, I'd be obligated to think of them first — " He was interrupted just then, as the door of his office flew open and a pretty, middle-aged woman, expensively dressed, entered. "Brad," she began before she was fairly into the room, "I simply must have — Oh. Oh, I didn't realize you were busy!" The lines between Brad Jenkins' eyes grew deeper. "Mrs. Blake RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR