Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1928-03-16
ROCKVILLE MARYLAND. FRIDAY MORNING. MARCH Is

had explained must take place q few
days before hers, that Mavis found
her companion verging for the first
sonal. life had been too glorlously
detached TO be marred by an alluslcn
to the wOrkaday world from which
the two had come
Al last on that evening before the
comradcship must come to an end,
Mavis aud Richard sat upon the cot.
tage steps breathing In the fragrance
of the tangled garden, where n med
ley OF old-fashioned flowers bloomed
rlotOusly Richard covered with his
hands those that lay in Mavls' lap
with the moon scattering itself
through the trees and falling all about
you" he said, you look like fairy
princess. Your hair Is transformed to
pure geld. Tomorrow | must return
to the noise you hate. love you,
Mavisl"
The girl lifted soft eyes to the
mans face and tears on her lashes
gllstened In the moonlight.
you'll hate me, too, when tell you
who | am" he said gloomily. you've
heard my voice before. I'm the an.
nouncer for WLQ-plan the big pro
grams, run the thing-no little jobw
Mavis jerked her hand away and
leaped to her feet. A radio announcer,
fiend who planned the programs
that had tortured her from the big
gest and noisiest Of all the stations
With a scream of horror she ran into
the cottage and straight TO her room
All night she sobbed miserably.
The next morning, when Mavls
came down to breakfast, Richard
King had gone; then 1t was that she
knew that she loved him-desplte the
terrible work that he dld-loved him
enough to stand growls and cat-calls
the rest Of her life. She could, of
course, write to him at WHO, but she
could not quite make up her mind to
swallow her pride. Though he did
not know her home address, there
were yet several days during which
he could reach her in the mountains.
He could even have left a note for
her.
At the end Of her vacation, how.
ever, Mavis went home without hav.
ing heard from Richard King. Then
she knew that she could not tell him
Of her change Of attitude. Perhaps he
did not even love her. The moonlight
in the mountains might have been re-
sponslble for his emotional outburst.
To the family's disgust Mayis avoid
ed the living room as though some
there. She knew that Tom adored
WHO and she did not want to hear
the dear sound of Richards voice.
Then one evening the inevitable
happened. AS Mavis opened the hall
door on an unusually late return from
an unusually boring "movie" she
heard the voice that even Toms muir
derOus loud speaker could not render
raucOus.
"StatiOn WHO. Richard King an.
nouncing. want my radio audience
to know--one member particularly
Iuut IcolBhlhB tOl
more quiet position. My reasons are
of a personal nature. The next mum.
Der on our program will be-"
Tom switched to another station ir.
ritably. whats the matter with that
foolT he snapped. Gan evening he's
been making that announcement. Who
cares about his personal reasonP"
But Mavis, on the threshold, tossed
her head in fine disdaln. "Well III
have you know that do" she re.
torted. "Pm going this minute to
WPVA and get them to let me send
a message to Richard. Bless your old
radio, Tom, bless 1t I"
SO Mavis fed from an amazed fam.
fly circle to the local broadcastlng sta.
tiOn to give to the air q message she
believed would reach Richard-w would
reach him by the only appropriate
route, one no longer distasteful to her.
At last she had been caught In the
coils OF two Of the most marvellous
of nventions-love, as old as the ages,
and the radio, quite new.