Radio and television mirror (Nov 1939-Apr 1940)

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 m 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 „-,fnlthe 2oetors 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 sLce Jackey and Lively had found her al a baby on the doorstep of their cabfn -for Silver Creek held too many memories of her romance with Henry and too, it would be the first place S SVt for her Hfonly^ tnend, Bill Jenkins— who once had hoped to marry her-now was the h^band ?fuJoan Mlen* a girl who had spent her vacation at a dude ranch near Silver Creek Sunday and the two old men de -llownlhi6 in, Blue Ri4 Kansas —a town they chose at random But Sunday cou d find no aom But they were just moving on when she 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 brought him. "I don't think my cousin quite realizes The fac us I ve just been forced to lay off fifty This is a fictionization of the CBS serial, Oar 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 MIBR08 ■1 "Arthur, here she is! Sunday, may I present Arthur Brinthrope?" Sunday saw his delighted smile, caught the look of sly malice in his eyes. Gal Sunday, heard Monday through Friday, sponsored by Kolynos Toothpowder and Anaein. — this is my wife," he said shortly. Mrs. Jenkins' greeting was cordial enough — in fact, she seemed to Sunday a friendly little person, perhaps a little vain and flighty, but generous in heart and mind. Bubbling apologies, she perched on the edge of a chair, insisting that she would wait until her husband had finished his business with Sunday. " — So," Jenkins resumed, while Sunday's heart sank, "I'm afraid my answer would have to be the same — even if you had a family to support." "Oh, but I have," Sunday said eagerly. "I have a little baby — and two old men — well, they're really my guardians, but they're not able to work much. And I can do any kind of work you have. I don't care what it is!" His businessman's face softened, and for the first time she saw that ■ At least this once it could happen— a broken heart miraculously mended when Sunday discovers Henry's love is stronger than deceit or hatred or disillusionment he was not really so forbidding. "I'm sorry, my dear — I really am. I wish I could help you, but — " "Brad!" Mrs. Jenkins was bouncing in her chair with excitement. "I have a job for her! Of course! I've been looking for a secretary, and Mrs. Blake would be the very person." "A secretary? But what in the world do you need a secretary for, Laura?" "Oh — " vaguely — "lots of things. If Alice Garretson has to have a secretary, I guess I need one too." The shadow of a smile touched Brad Jenkins' lips. "I see. Perhaps you're right. At any rate, Mrs. Blake, I'm glad we're able to do something for you." And so it was settled. Sunday was to report at the Jenkins home for. work the next day, at a salary of twenty dollars a week — which seemed far too much to her, but Laura Jenkins said she wouldn't pay a cent less. In the days that followed Sunday knew happiness for the first time since that horrible moment when Diane Bradford had showed her Henry's letter, tacitly admitting that he was Lonnie's father. Jackey and Lively arrived one afternoon, with Lonnie propped up with blankets in the back seat of the rusty old second-hand car and crowing lustily. Sunday, feeling the warm softness of his hands against her cheek again, cried a little and was not ashamed of it. She had found a tiny apartment, one room and kitchenette, for herself and the baby, and (Continued on page 60) 33