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Radio Record, Volume VIII, Issue 26, 4 January 1935, Page 48

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WHAT HAS GONE BRFORD. Diane Lovering has been sent on a trip to Buenos Aires by her lover, Richard Field, forty-eight and wealthy, so that she may forget the scene: that had ensued when his wife had found out about. Diane. An adwenturesone shipboard acquaintance with Mike Bradley, @ rancher in Buenos Aires, ends when the boat docks. Now, in the lobby of her hotel, she suddenly finds herself lifted in a pair of strong arms and borne out of ‘the hotcl. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY. CHAPTER SIX. A Trip to the Sun. Setting her struggling figure down on the steps, Mike confronted her with a broad grin. © Like Diane, he was dressed in riding clothes, "Here’s the guide-but the horses await out on the Bradley ranch and the Bradley car awaits without--_" Delight at Seeing him again and indignation at his summary treatment struggled together on Diane’s face. Finally, the first won. "But-you scared me," she gasped. . "Tiving up to my ‘boogie’ man role," _ laughed. "Thought I’d take you your feet. And I did." ; . "But-how did you happen to be here?" \ Mike glanced at her casually. "I thought I’d drop around and say hello to the Wilsons. Nice little cottage they have here. Lots of servants and guests. Are they home?"

Diane knew she was caught, but decided to make the best of it, *No," she said gravely, eyes twinkling, "but they left word for me to mind the children. I was taking the twins to see the executions on the Plaza." Mike measured an imaginary child. "Little Otis is tall for his age, isn’t he? Or do they have him stretched " "Mike-are you are a bloodhound or is this just accidental?" "I’m a bloodhound who can read trunk checks when a lady carelessly leaves her trunk outside her stateroom." Diane looked at his attire. "But you know all my doings and--" "Mr. Partos, the manager, is a friend of mine. He owes me money," he added with droll cunning. "So he told you I was going shopping at ten o’clock!" "Dxactly.. And I knew you didn’t know .about our stores here. They don’t like saddle horses trotting up and down the aisles and jumping over _the notions counter, so I thought you'd like to do your shopping out on the Bradley ranch, where horses are horses and not candidates for the bullring." ; . "Td love to, Mike," Diane said simply. "That’s better than I hoped." He helped her into the car, "Now if I learn to play that -trombone in six easy lessons I ought to be really Popu‘lar." The car started and gained speed.

Once out of the city proper, Diane enjoyed the passing scene in quiet contentment. She silently approved the vista of great level plains covered with grasses of all sorts. They gave her a smoothed-out feeling of peace. Mike’s ranch was the typical hacienda type clearing of buildings, corrals and barns. In the back the pambas grasses stretched-into the distance, Johnny greeted. them as if Diane’s presence. were the most natural thing in the world. The horses were saddled, and for four hours she and Mike galloped and _ trotted through the countryside, at perfect understanding with each other and the world. Very little was said. But their long silences were eloquent with meaning. Back again, tired and hungry, they entered the hacienda. It was. large and a little crude. On the walls were some pictures of horses and the head of a tapir. It was typical of a room lacking women, yet clean and vigorous. — A luncheon table was set for. three in the middle, Diane pulled off her hat and sank into a chair. "Now! Tl ‘get a good look. at this place!" , Mike watched her covertly. "Not much to interest a woman "Don’t know about that." Uh-how raany women have seen it?" "Darn few. How about some lunch ?" "T could eat a horse." "Probably what you’ll get if J ohnny’s had anything to do-with the ordering. "Pablo," he called, "bring lunch. in," Pablo, a fat, jolly Portuguese with handle-bar mustachios, entered with a huge heaped tray, "Senor," he hissed, "ske is beautiful---" "Shut up." Pablo was hurt. He carefully placed a platter of cold chicken on the table. "I wreeng the neck of two cheeckenan’ make ’em cold-for her. She is Leautiful," he flung at Mike and ducked out the door. Johnny came in and they: attacked the food ravenously. The two chickens were picked clean and all three sat back in their chairs, (Continued on page 52.)

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Mike turned to Diane. "Apologiesfo: anything that wasn’t quite right. As I said-we’re not used to fair visitors." "It’s a situation I’ve been trying to correct!" Johnny assured her. He was suddenly very Southern. "But old Cunnel Bradley, he’s a man’s man-with tis hosses and dogs and his pipe--" "And hopes Majah Smith will sho’ *nough continue to entertain his loud and shrill lady friends in town," Mike interrupted. Diane laughed. "Ol’ plantation needs womenfolk--" "Not like the last one he turned up with." "But she had such pretty gold teeth, " Johnny pointed out, "Uppahs-and lowahs," Mike retorted. Diane held up her glass of milk. "Anyhow-here’s luck to Mike Bradley and Johnny Smith-and that’s in the wine of the country," she finished with unaffected sincerity. Before he drank, Mike’s eyes fastened on her in puzzled inquiry. But why so impersonal? they seemed to ask, A. few hours later Johnny and Diane were watching Mike in the roundup at the corral. Mike rode toward them, turning this way and that seeming, centaur-like, to be part of the horse. "It’s a sight to carry away with you, eh," Johnny said meaningly, as he started to walk off, Diane’s reply came slowly after him, "Yes, Johnny. It is." Mike rode up and dismounted from the white horse he was riding, Then he grabbed a little foal that was try-

ing to squeeze through the gate. "This one’s Chili Beans. Her grandma oncé wou the Del Fuego Sweepstakes for me and saved the mortgage. He’s got a lot of horses to show his hocks to." Diane was watching his face. His hold on the colt relaxed. ‘You see-pretty harmless out here, aren’t:- we? Like a day nursery. And you had to lie arc run away." He _ studied her. "Why?" "Mike-" At this moment, the foal, loosened, broke away with a leap and a swish of its tail. "Whoa-" "T’ll head him off,’ Diane cried, and went after him. She and Mike spread, each to one side, following the colt into the pampas. Laughing and running, they followed the colt’s darting movements. But of a sudden he made a dash past Diane in the direction of the corral. Her plunge after him brought her to the ground. "Mike, right behind, stumbled down beside her. Then their laughter died in their throats as their cyes met. As Mike gathered her slowly to him, her arms went around his neck, and, with an inarticulate little murmur of endearment, her lips answered his kiss. Moments later she moved back. Flushed with an exquisite ecstasy, she locked at him, starry-eyed. _ "Yhat’s why I lied and ran away," she said softly. Mike tipped her chin, "That's nothing to run away from, is it?" _ Diane shook-her head. "Just then you and I rushed high above the earth." She looked at the sky. "I

-dou’'t know where-but we were. all alone together-where' nobody else will éver be-" . Mike kissed each finger separately. "We're going to settle down up there-" . "Right in the sun-where we can feei it beat down into us." "However you spell it," Mike murmured into her hair, -"it’s lovewhether there’s a sun or a moon or it’s raining." Then, like all lovers, they asked the immemorial questions. "On the boat-did you really know so soon?"’:Diane asked. "T’ve known about somebody like you ever since I could think. When did you. know?" Her finger traced his lips. "I never ‘lought about anybody like you. So ! guess it.must have been the minute J saw you." Mike pressed his lips half: against Lers. "You’re going to see me from now on Mrs. Michael Bradley." His words brought her to herself With a jar. Reality again faced her. She averted her gaze. "Now I know that’s what I’ve wanted to hear you siy-but I’ve never dared let myself think about it." Mike touched her gently. "What have you dared think about?" a Diane writhed inwardly with pain. ‘Iiverything, your arms around meeverything, except being Mrs, Mike Bradley." "Why?" Mike was frankly perturbed. Diane’s voice was laden with woe. She lowered her head. "Because perhaps I’m that kind of a girl. You see-" her words came in a frightened rush. "There’s another man-and he has a wife. But he pays my bills, too. Now-" her voice became a little shrill, "---what do you think of your future Mis. Mike Bradley?" Mike sucked in his breath. It made & harsh loud noise in the outdoor stillness. Not.a muscle of his face moved. Diane drew back frightened now at what she had done, (To be Continued.)