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W.N.U. RELEASE
THE STORY THUS FAR: “You are
lying, Maitha,” Bob Reynolds told Mar-
tha. “You did not kill her; your sister
did.” Martha’s story was beaten down,
and she admitted that Letty, the mental
patient, had done it. “It’s like a terrible
dream,” Meg told Larry. Tenderly Lar-
ry reminded her that Tom Fallon was a
free man and loved her. She was too
upset to know. But good came out of it,
for Jim MacTavish, now bumbled, de-
cided to do something for himself. He
announced that he was to become the
editor of a nearby newspaper while its
publisher was in the armed forces. "Lar-
ry asked for you,” her father stated.
She had not seen him for several days,
and there was a tingle sent through her.
CHAPTER XVII
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Suddenly he broke off, and after
a moment he said, “Oh, yes, I Jpiew
there was something I had forgot-
ten. I saw Laurence while I was
in town.”
Megan was startled to discover
that her needle had slipped and
pricked her Anger, startled at the
Sudden tingle that ran through her
at the mention of Laurence’s name.
She looked up, feeling her father’s
eyes upon her, and knew, by the sud-
den warmth of her face, that she
was blushing. Which, she told her-
self furiously, was pretty silly, any-
way you looked at it.
“He asked about you,” said Jim
when she did not speak. “He sent
you his love.”
Once more the needle slipped and
Megan winced, but her voice was
quite steady as she asked, “Are you
sure he said his love?”
Jim took his pipe Qut of his mouth
and stared at her as though sur-
rised. “Well, of course I’m sure—
e said, ‘How’s Megan? Give her
my love and tell her I’ll see her
soon’.”
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And Megan, a little warm some-
thing stirring in her heart, bent her
head above her sewing, and a tiny,
secret smile touched her mouth for
a moment.
The busy, crowded days of early
spring melted into the even busier
days of late spring. Early sum-
mer came and the crops stood lush
and green in the fields, but Lau-
rence had not come.
Jim was finding the newspaper
business exciting, though he quar-
reled with Mrs. Morgan and came
home occasionally smarting with
fury at some fancied slight or some
contradiction she had given to one
of his orders. But his editorials had
been well received.
On a late June evening, when the
whole world seemed locked in a
golden haze of loveliness, Megan
came up from the fields, intent on
nothing more exciting than a brisk
shower and fresh clothes, when she
saw a car standing at the gate.
She came on into the kitchen and
;said, “Have we got company, An-
nie?”
Annie's lower lip was thrust out,
an indication that Annie was angry
about something; but her tone was,
as usual with Annie under such
moods, almost expressionless, when
she answered:
“Yessum—he waitin’ in de settin’
room.”
Megan stripped the gaily figured
scarf from her head, shook out her
tumbled curls, and walked into the
living room. The man who stood at
the window turned to face her—and
Megan was still, rigid with shock.
Because the man who faced her was
—Tom Fallon.
He had aged, and his face was set
and grim, his eyes those of the trag-
ically lost. But as he looked at her,
some of the haggard look vanished
from his face and he said in a tone
just above a whisper, “You’re love-
lier than ever.”
“Please sit down,” she said.
“I’ve been offered the job of prin-
cipal at the school again this year,”
he said.
Megan caught her breath.
“But—but surely—you wouldn’t
want to come back—here?” she
gasped.
He studied her for a moment, and
then he said quietly, “You can’t pos-
sibly imagine my being willing ever
to return here, to Pleasant Grove,
can you, Megan?”
“Well—no, I’m afraid I can’t,”
Megan answered him quite honestly.
“Because so much of tragedy hap-
pened to me here?” he asked, and
before she could answer he added
gently, “But I had a very small and
■very perfect glimpse of Heaven, too,
Megan. Perhaps one could cancel
the other—or could it?”
Megan said huskily, “I—don’t
quite know what you are talking
about.”
“Let’s not beat about the bush and
tell polite lies, Megan,” he said with
a forthrightness that was rather
staggering. “I know that it will be
a long time before I can—speak to
you of love, Megan. It would be the
worst possible taste for me to do
so now. But there was an evening,
Megan, when we spoke our hearts—
lor the briefest possible moment. I
haven’t forgotten. Have you?”
Megan felt the color rush to her
lace and she could not quite meet
his eyes.
“So it’s like that,” he said very
quietly, his tone tired and heavy and
old. “I should have known that I
was just seeing something that I
-didn’t really exist. You were emo-1
tionally upset and you were sorry .
lor me—was that it, Megan?”
Megan sat very still. Because that
was it. She knew it now. She had
imagined herself in love with Tom
because she had been caught by pity
for his unhappy plight, and she had
let herself be deceived into thinking
that her pity for him was a stronger,
more vital emotion. But now she
saw clearly, in the light of the past
few months’ clarity of vision and
peace of mind.
Tom stood up and said quietly,
“Well, that’s that. I didn’t have a
great deal of hope, of course. May-
be the reason why I even for a mo-
ment considered coming back to
Pleasant Grove was because I did
not want to face the facts. I wanted
to go on believing that wl\at we saw
and felt that night was as real for
you as for me. But, of course, I see
now that I was a fool.”
“I’m terribly sorry, truly—” she
managed with tremulous lips, her
eyes misted by tears.
He turned towards the door.
Megan said swiftly, “Will you
come back to Pleasant Grove?”
He shook his head. “There is
nothing to come back for—ever—
now,” he told her in that same quiet,
almost toneless voice.
On Sunday morning, a glorious
June morning with a brilliant sun
lying like a benediction on green
fields and gardens burgeoning with
roses and zinnias and marigolds,
Megan went again to the Ridge.
She had dreaded this return to the
Ridge. She had avoided it all these
weeks, pretending to herself that she
was too busy, that there were tasks
to be performed that made it im-
possible for her to make her favorite
walk. But now she knew that she
had lied; she had been afraid.
The sudden barking of Dixie
warned her of the approach of some
stranger. She turned sharply and
looked across the meadow, and her
heart stood up on tiptoe. She felt
as though it, too, yelped with excite-
ment. For even at this distance,
she knew that figure. It was Lau-
rence.
She sat very still and watched
him, while a new, sweet warmth
spread throughout her body. Her
heart shook a little and her hands
closed themselves tightly in her
lap. The sunlight glinted on Lau-
rence’s bare head as he walked
with his hands in his pockets, his
shoulders drooping a little.
And watching him as he plodded
up the meadow slope and across the
fence, she knew a contentment so
deep, so warm, so sweet, that she
was one with the June scene all
about her.
And then he was close enough to
see Megan, and he said with a little
quick, meaningless smile, “Hello!
Mind if I intrude?”
“You’re not intruding,” she told
him, and smiled and patted the rock
beside her, inviting him to sit down.
Looking down at Megan he said
quietly, “Annie thought I’d find you
up here. Why did you want to see
me?”
Megan’s eyes widened a little and
she asked, “Why did I want to see
you? That’s a funny question—”
Laurence frowned. “Well, after
all, when Annie telephoned me—”
Megan gasped, and the hot color
flowed into her face as she stam-
mered, “Annie telephoned you?”
Laurence nodded. “She said you
wanted to see me and that it was
important, so I hitched a ride over.
Why? What’s the matter?”
Megan was scarlet. She could not
quite meet his eyes.
“Annie—Annie had no right to do
anjrthing of the sort. She’s really
getting beyond herself—” she stam-
mered.
Laurence's tired face hardened a
little and his eyes were cool. “I take
it, then, that you had nothing to do
with the call? That Annie was mis-
taken in saying you wanted to see
me—”
“I had nothing to do with the
call,” Megan cut in. “But of course,
I always want to see you, Larry.
Why wouldn’t I? You are my old-
est and best friend.”
“Thanks a lot,” said Laurence
dryly. “But that’s not good enough,
Megan. You know where I stand,
where I’ve always stood, so far as
you are concerned. But I made up
my mind a good while ago that you
were not for me, and I’m not fond
of torturing myself, so I’ve kept
away. I thought this morning when
Annie telephoned me, that you were
in some kind of—well, of a jam, and
that you needed me. And of course,
that would always be the one thing
that would bring me as fast as I
could travel. But if Annie was
wrong—”
“Look, Larry,” said Megan husk-
ily, “I’ve—well, there’s something I
have to tell you and it’s not very
pretty. I’m—ashamed—but you’ll
have to know it—”
“There’s nothing I have to know
about you, Meggie, that would be
hard for you to tell me,” he inter-
rupted her swift'y, his eyes upon
her, tired, somber, steady.
Megan caught her breath on a sob
and burst out swiftly, “Oh, Larry,
don’t be humble! I don’t deserve
it. I’ve been an awful fool—but
now that I can see clearly—now that
I know what it’s all about, you make
me so ashamed!”
Laurence stared at her, puzzled,
a little resentful.
“Why should I make you
ashamed, Megan? I think I resent
that! You’d better explain,” he said
sharply.
Megan put out her hands in a lit-
tle gesture of pleading.
“That’s what I’m trying to do,
Larry,” she told him unsteadily.
“I’m trying to explain that I was
fool enough to believe that I—was in
love with Tom Fallon. And now I
know that I wasn’t—that I never
was, really—”
Laurence stared at her, his brows
drawn together. His hands made a
little involuntary movement towards
her, but he stopped himself just
before he could touch her.
The deep, rich color poured into
her face, but her eyes met his stead-
ily. “Because I know now that—it’s
always been—you, Larry,” she toid
him huskily.
He bent and swept her up into his
arms and held her so close and hard
against him that she could scarcely
breathe.
His cheek was against hers, as he
said, “I lost you once, Meggie, and
it—well, it just about finished me.
I thought everything was fine be-
tween us and that we were going to
be married, and then you kicked me
out of my fool’s paradise, by saying
it was Fallon. I couldn’t quite take
it if you changed your mind again.
It’s got to be—well, final, this time,
one way or the other.”
There were tears in her eyes, aa
she stood on tiptoe and framed his
face between her hands, and set
her mouth on his. her warm, soft
mouth that was faintly tremulous
and very sweet and that flowered
beneath his kiss.
“Oh, Larry—darling Larry—I do
love you! I’ll always love you. For-
give me?” she whispered unstead-
ily-
For answer, his arms tightened
and his Ups found and claimed her
own.
And Susie, the cat, was a wise cat
and knew there were times when
humans were interested only in each
other. This, of course, was one of
those times.
(THE END)
DIRECT FROM BIKINI:
An Eye Witness Account
Of Atomic Bomb Blast
Knife Box and Stand;
Two Pull-Out Leaves
Damage from the atomic bomb test blast is shown here as the
light carrier USS Independence is pictured burning shortly after
bomb explosion.
By WALTER A. SHEAD
WNU Washington Correspondent.
TREASURE
OF THE SEA
By George E. Walsh
The “City of Bahia" struck a reef in the Caribbean
during a storm and went down. This was Dick Jordan’#
chance! Dick was being brought back by Hen Petti-
grew to pay his debt to society. Hen had followed him
half way aronnd the world.
Pettigrew, also, was among the few saved from the
wrecked steamer, but they were on different boats and v
Jordan hoped he would never see Pettigrew «E.in Bnt
he did. Before running into Pettigrew he fell in—and
out—with pirates, fought many a bitter battle, fell in
love with Rose Bedford, captain of a derelict, and
demeaned himself as honorably and bravely as any
could have done under the circumstances.
Here is a saga of the sea in which no quarter is asked
and none yen. Thrilling from beginning to end.
READ “TREASURE OF THE SEA”
BEGINNING NEXT WEEK
ABOARD USS APPALACHIAN,
OPERATIONS CROSSROADS.—
From a military standpoint the ex-
plosion of the fourth atomic bomb
was a huge success but as a spec-
tacle worth traveling 8,000 miles to
see it did not live up to its advance
billing. From the standpoint of ef-
ficiency and precision the plutonium
bomb was dropped squarely in the
target area. The advance weather
predictions held true. It was
dropped on time to the second. The
air drones were sent through the
cloud area and shepherded back by
their mother ships. The boat drones
were sent into the area of radio
activity and brought back via radio
control. The cameras clicked and
the instruments built especially to
measure the results of the blast
worked.
But to those of us here aboard
the Appalachian, who had been ori-
entated and lectured day after day
for the past two weeks, who had
interviewed scientists and scien-
tific writers, the bomb burst and
the atomic cloud were a disappoint-
ment.
The recapitulation of the damage
showed the troop transports Giliom
and Carlisle sunk; the destroyer
Lampson capsized; heavy damage
was done to the submarine Skate,
the light cruiser Pensacola, the car-
rier Independence, the Jap cruiser
Sakawa, and the German pocket
battleship Prinz Eugen. Light to
negligible damage was caused on
the Jap battleship Nagata, the bat-
tleship Nevada, the oiler No. 160
and LCM No. 1. Small fires were
started and later extinguished on
the destroyer Wilson, the Pensacola,
the transport Briscoe, the Nevada,
the carrier Saratoga and transports
Niagara, Bladen, Banta, Butte,
Cortland, Bracken and Faun and
the battleship New York. Heaviest
damage was caused on the Inde-
pendence and the fire which burst
into flames on her stern was more
dramatic to watch than the bomb
burst insofar as this writer was con-
cerned.
Because the atomic cloud did not
reach the heights achieved in previ-
ous drops was not considered as
reflection upon the efficiency of the
bomb. Reasons for the relatively
low cloud given were that water ab-
sorbed much of the heat energy and
the difference in atmospheric struc-
ture caused a slower rise.
It may be that those of us who
itood along the starboard rail of
;he Appalachian were expecting too
much. We had been led to be-
ieve from many sources to expect
irama and adventure and excite-
ment. Let me assure you there
was no drama and certainly no ex-
citement. I confess that as I pulled
:he polarized plastic goggles over
my eyes as we heard the signal
“bomb away” I did feel excited
and tense as I awaited the blast,
[t came as I saw it, well above
:he horizon, a huge orange ball.
It might have been a fireworks
display on the Fourth of July, al-
though not near so dazzling. I
watched the cloiid appearing like
nothing more than a huge cherry
ice cream soda. Cream white on
the surface but deep inside the
hues were pink and rose, and it
boiled and seethed up through a
cumulous natural cloud which hid
it from our view. I felt a slight “pft”
in my ears but felt no heat blast.
Seconds later the sound of detona-
tion came like a distant peal or
roll of thunder that’s all, but then
we were 18 miles away.
Ten minutes after the blast the
-loud had mushroomed up to a
height of 26,000 feet and was ap-
proximately 12,000 feet across the
top. The trade winds soon broke it up
and it was pushed westward where it
gradually leveled off and dispersed
as our ship steamed slowly along
the seaward side of Bikini island.
We could see the ghost fleet in
the lagoon through our binoculars.
Fire amidship showed on the Sara-
toga. The Salt Lake City was
ablaze. There appeared to be a
small fire aboard the Nevada. These
fires made a smoke haze over the
lagoon, but it soon cleared away and
as I look toward the lagoon now
there is little indication of a fire
anywhere.
We are changing course now, fol-
lowing the Mt. McKinley, Admiral
Blandy’s flagship, apparently with
the intention of entering the lagoon.
Television receiving sets in the
ward room of the Appalachian reg-
istered the blast from cameras in-
stalled on the island, then they went
out of commission.
The carrier Independence likely
suffered more damage than any oth-
er capital ship to its superstruc-
ture and all planes which were atop
its flight deck were carried away.
There was superficial or superstruc-
ture damage to other ships of the
73 in the target fleet but to me the
pathos of the thing was emphasized
when I saw the sturdy masts of the
old Nevada brilliant in its orange
paint, standing there still staunch
and true despite the atomic bomb.
There was no wind, no waves and
no thunderstorm. No trees were
damaged on the island. There was
no tidal wave and no earthquake.
In fairness there was no prediction
from the navy or army officials that
any of these things might happen.
The navy frankly said they didn’t
know what would happen. These
wild predictions were made by sci-
entists or scientific writers. Also,
in all fairness to the officers of joint
task force No. 1 the bomb, which
looked so small to the lay writers,
may actually have been big.
Scientifically of course there can
be no adequate judgment of the re-
sults until the instruments have
been read, the damage on the va-
rious ships actually determined and
measured. In the light of the ob-
jectives, the navy and the army had
in mind the actual effect of the
bomb on naval construction, navy
and army material, armament, ord-
nance and other equipment.
Admiral Blandy, commander of
the task force, issued a statement
in which he said he was highly
pleased with the whole operation;
with the bomb drop and with the ef-
ficiency of the bomb. There are sev-
eral aboard the ship who saw the
Nagasaki bomb drop and the drop
at Los.Alamos, N. M. They de-
clared this bomb appeared to be
smaller, judging from the flash and
the atomic cloud which in the case
of Nagasaki soared to a height of
about 55,000 feet.
There is no doubt that the force of
this terrible energy is like nothing
ever known on earth before but
the distances out here are so great
that the energy was dispersed and
dissipated over a vast area. For
instance, at Nagasaki the area of
total bomb damage was in six
square miles, or an area of about a
mile and a half radius while the
distance of the Nevada from the
shore of Bikini lagoon was about
three miles. And the lagoon itself is
10 miles across and 25 miles long.
It must also be remembered that
as this story is written for trans-
mission in time to get it to you
there has been no actual assessment
of the real damage. There may be
more as we enter the lagoon and can
visually assay the damage.
Precision Marked Operations Crossroads
By PAUL FELTUS
When “Dave’s Dream” took to
the dawn sky on Kwajalein Atoll,
the long-planned and vast machin-
ery of the Army Air Forces role
in Operations Crossroads began to
move with the precision of a great
war mission.
The operation had been planned,
but this time there was a new
thrill of anticipation for they were
dealing with the force of atomic
energy.
The schedule for every one of the
hundreds of planes and ships had
been timed to the second. Every-
body knew just what to do as the
command plane headed for the tar-
get area of Bikini lagoon.
The vast network of communica-
tions was set in motion. The weath-
er man had said, “This is the day,”
and General Ramey had said, “Let’s
Go.” Then the planes began to
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