 obsession, cutters and fumes and rapturous symphonies composed on the great harpsichord of nature, the accompaniment of light. When that light is filled with the obsession to watch with clear eyes the miracle of young love and to listen with keen ears to its song in the wind. And so our story winsong, starring Rhonda Fleming. Distant horizons become closer when viewed from the perspective of a hilltop as problems become simpler when scanned from the pinnacle of a heart. Love knows its own way. Unleashed it needs no guide. Its path lies straight and unerror if we but have the courage to follow. Down this path walks the figure of a lovely girl, Ann Mason, her footsteps at times hesitant for Ann Mason must reach a decision, a choice in the songs of the wind, the songs that fill her ears with conflicting melody until their ascending discord becomes almost an obsession. My life I've loved the wind, the sound of it, the feel of it on my face, cold and biting, or hot with a faint fragrance of other lands and its sting. I've often sat on a hill and looked out towards the far horizon and wondered about the world that lay beyond. It always seemed to me it must be a better world than my own drab home to office life. I lived in a small town bordered with my older sister Dottie and her husband Bob. Life and conversation went about the same every day. I knew when I opened the door at night how they'd greet me and if I was late, I knew what Bob would be saying to Dottie. Hey, Dottie, when do we eat? We've got to wait for Ann, Bob. What's the matter with her? She knows it's Friday and it'll be here pretty soon. I like to get to the dance early. I'd all like to sit down without her, Bob. Well, just because she's your sister is no reason why we have to cater to her. If she'd only marry Ed Randall. Then why doesn't Ed ask her? Well, if she hadn't, he'd get up and she'd see to it. And look how you roped me in. Oh, Bob. Hello, everybody. Hello, Ann. Hey, what happened to you? You get lost or something? Oh, no. But it's heavenly out. And I walked home from the office. You walked and that wind? Oh, you must be crazy. But I adore the wind. It's exciting. I love the strength of it pressing against me when I walk. Oh, you talk crazy. Things sit down now, Ann. Everything's ready. Remember, Dottie, how the wind used to blow on the farm sometimes? That's right. You used to love it even when you were a kid. Just nuts, just plain nuts. That's all I got to say. We haven't forgotten it's Friday, have you? No, I haven't forgotten it's Friday. I don't get much chance, do I? What's the matter? I thought you liked the dance. I do. I like to do something different once in a while. I get tired of going the same places, seeing the same people, dancing with the same fellow. Well, you better not tell Ed that. And I get tired of Ed, too, if you want to know. Ann. Well, let me tell you, young lady. Ed Randall isn't a guy to be passed up just like that. I know. He's good and kind and has a fine job. And pretty soon, he'll be head of his department. And next year, he's going to get a new car and he's got a down payment on a house. Oh, I know all that. Well, a girl could do a lot worse, Ann. If I was a girl in your spot, I'd be darn sure a guy like Ed Randall didn't get away from me. He's safe and reliable. Well, what more do you want? I don't know, Bob. I don't quite know. Every party was the same. I danced almost every dance with Ed. Nice music, Ann, honey. Very nice, Ed. I feel good tonight, real good. You know what I said to the boss today? No. Mr. Potter, I said, these bills of relating ain't made out proper. And he says, I think you're right, Randall. You're always a right, Ed. But, Ed, would you excuse me a moment? I can't dance anymore. I'll be back for the next dance. I promise, Ed. I had to get away. This night had to be different somehow. I don't know why. Maybe it was because of the wind. All I know is I couldn't stand listening to Ed's voice any longer. I went outside. And there, Brad spoke to me for the first time. Hello, beautiful. Oh, you scared me. I'm sorry. I thought I was alone out here. Pardon me. Oh, wait a minute. I'm kind of lonesome out here by myself. Oh, I couldn't. I must go in. My sister will be worried. But you just came out. I wanted to be alone. That's why I came out. I wanted to be alone, too. But I'd rather talk to you. Just for a minute, then. Not many girls like going out in the wind like this. Well, it doesn't help a girl's hair do any. Oh, on the contrary. It improves most of my scene. Say, here's a bench. Let's sit down and get acquainted. My name's Brad Evans. Mine's Ann Mason. Hello, Ann. Hello, Brad. You're new in town, aren't you? How'd you know? Oh, I've lived here all my life. New face is almost an event in Midland. Do you declare a holiday and celebrate it? That depends. Well, you're right to be cautious, especially in my case. Don't tell me you're planning on being a menace to Midland. I was. But I don't think I'm going to stay that long. Oh, what a shame. Midland needs a little menace. It's much too dull. That's why I'm leaving. I'm not going to let you get into my arms serenity of your fair city. That is, um... I was planning to leave. Up until just this minute. You must be a regular gypsy at heart. Freeze the wind. New? No. My life's not much like that. I live by the clock. Regular boarding house routine, you know. Beans on Monday. Roast on Wednesday. And hash on Thursday. That's right. You're not married, are you? No. Uh, not yet. Thinking of it, huh? Not exactly. The fellow you came with, maybe. What is this? Information, please? Oh, I'm sorry. It's none of my business, I know. But I noticed you when you came in, and I'm just curious. That's all right. My life's an open book. But... I think I'd better go in, Mr. Heaven. They'll be looking for me. Hey, if I didn't leave Midland, would you see me again? Say, uh, tomorrow night for dinner. I, uh... No, I don't think I'd better. Where can I call you? I live... No. No, you better call me where I work. Harper's real estate office. You won't forget now. Where in the dickens are you in? No. No, I won't forget. Good night. Until tomorrow. Coming, Ed. What are you doing out here without no rapping nothing? Don't you know you'll catch cold? There was a fellow at the office that called cold... He was out here. Say, what's the matter with you tonight? You're acting mighty funny. Will you take me home or won't you? Okay. I'll take you home. But for the life of me, I can't figure you out. You act as if something had happened to you. I think you're right, Ed. Something has happened to me. I had dinner with Brad the next night. And the next, and the next. Yeah, something had happened to me. Then one night, Brad took me to a carnival. Then one night, Brad took me to a carnival. Then one night, Brad took me to a carnival. And afterwards, we sat for a while on the river bank for the moonlight. Say, this is all right. Rippling stream and everything. What do you do, Brad? For a living, I mean. Now that's a woman for you. Always practical. I don't mean to be curious. I just wondered, that's all. Well, why? I write a little. Write? An author. I make a little money now and then. Sell an article or a story. Most of the time, I'm just roving around. Too interested wandering to bother writing. Don't you ever want to settle down? Have a home? Good Lord, no. I like to see different places, meet new people. But the people who love you, don't... Well, don't you ever keep track of them? I don't know that anybody's ever loved me. Not the kind of love you mean. Besides, I wouldn't want that. Well, it ties a man down. Oh, I've got memories. Same as anyone else. Women I'll never forget. And fellows I've been friends with. But they're part of the past. And there's never anybody you... you wanted to come back to? Well, once in a while I thought maybe I'd settle down. But I know it wouldn't work. I'd be on the move again. No, you don't. Just forget it. Ah, come on. We'll have fun and then say goodbye. Is it a deal? Sure. If that's the way you want it. But... I think you'd better take me home now. It's getting late. Okay, I'll take you home. Only, give me a minute more to look at you. These are the moments I never lose. Your face white in the moonlight. Your eyes with tears in them. I'm not crying, Brad. Well, it's just that I... And, darling, you sweet, sweet kid. Okay, okay, let's bring it up. I'm taking you home quick. Oh, Brad. It's no use lying to you. To myself. I love you. Yeah. I know. I suppose you think I'm silly little fool. Falling in love with the first man I meet that I haven't known all my life. That's why you've fallen for me. You're too different. A few months out of Midland, you'd wish you were back. I wouldn't. I know I wouldn't. Oh, I'm fond of you. I wouldn't have hung around this burg if I hadn't been. Is... Is that all you are? Just fond of me? Yeah, yeah, that's all. Bradhead. I'm giving it to you the hard way. That way you'll cry your eyes out tonight and wake up in the morning knowing how well off you are that I've gone. Wait a minute. No, no. Let me go, Brad. And you've got to understand. You've been clear enough. You've had your fun. Now you're ready to go on your way. Well, go on. And if you ever happen by this way again, drop in and see me sometime. You'll find me in the telephone book listed under Mrs. Ed Randall. And... Blinding and reasoning anger always has been and always will be the force that brings our perspectives. That leads away from the hilltop view of the horizons, the destroyer of love that turns into raucous discord the songs of the wind and fills the mind with a slow poison of an angry obsession. In just a moment we return to our story. A story of wind songs starring Rhonda Fleming and listen to Brad's protestations of love. But the old sweet words fell discordant upon her ears. For their antipoetry was dulled by the clearer notes of honesty that was point and counterpoint like the figurations of a Bach tune. And she left Brad by the side of the river. Her ears no longer attuned to the song of the wind. And she became tone-deaf in the grip of an angry and unreasoning emotion that is known as obsession. I ran all the way home that night. Daughty called out to me from her bedroom when I came in. You were awfully late. Are you all right? Yes, I'm all right. I'm going right to bed. I should think you would, out till all hours. Oh, shut up, Bob. Leave the kid alone. Her affair. Yeah, well, it's my affair too. After all, she's living in my house. I was some guy every night that nobody ever heard of. People are talking. She won't think of herself, she might think of you. That's all you are, her sister. You don't need to worry, Bob. Must have had a fight or something. If only you'd keep your big trap shut. When I think of poor Eddie. Now listen, if Ed's the darn crazy about Ann, why don't he ask her to marry him? What's he waiting for, huh? Maybe he needs a little prodden or something. Ed's kind of shy. Maybe it'd be a good idea to drop around and have a little talk with him. Yeah, that's what I think I'll do the first thing tomorrow. Yeah, I'll get him to take her to lunch and settle things, once and for all. Ann, I ask you to lunch with me because I have something to say to you. I know I ain't much on looks, Ann, and I know that I don't stack up too well in education, and I'm not really in your class at all. But I love you, and that's straight. Ed. And this much I know, Ann. I'll do anything I can to make you happy. You've got to believe that. I'm sure of that. However, since I was a kid and we were in school, I've been crazy about you. Well, I kind of wish you'd think about it a little before you say anything. I know this is a sort of a funny time to propose, but, well, I guess one time is as good as another. You're very sweet, Ed. I don't think I've been quite fair with you. I don't think I've seen things as clearly as I should. I've been living in a sort of a dream world, I guess. Maybe... maybe I'm really growing up now. You mean that there's a chance for me? I'll give you my answer tomorrow, and I did. I promise. Ann, I've been waiting for you. Oh, Brad. I thought we said goodbye last night. Maybe you did. I didn't. I don't ever say goodbye. Really? Ann, you said you understood me, but you don't. It isn't that I don't care for you. I do, but I know myself. And I know that I'm not cut out to be a good husband. I won't ever give you the things you should have. I can't promise security or even happiness. Or we'd live in the rich one week and the next week where we'd be holed up in a dollar and a half room on the side street, lucky to have a buck to eat on. I want you, Ann. I want you more than I ever wanted anything in my life, but I won't lie to you. I'm only promising you today. Tomorrow, that's another time. Brad, what are you trying to tell me? I'm telling you that if you want to come along with me, marry me and take a chance, I want you. But I'm telling you too the kind of a guy I am. The kind of life you've got to look forward to. It's just whether you want to gamble with me or... a sure thing with Ed Randall. I... I don't know, Brad. I've got to have time to think things over. Well, I'm leaving tomorrow night. You know where I live. You can call me if you decide. My way. So, think it over and be sure, Ann. Be very sure before you decide. I will, Brad. I'll be very sure. Oh, Dottie, I don't know how to decide. I love Brad. I know that. But a girl has to think of so many things. Oh, I know you're having a hard time making up your mind, Ann. I had to make up my mind once, too. You? Well, I... I thought there was never anyone else but Bob. There was, though. Back in school, there was a boy named Dave. He wanted me to run away with him. And Bob came along, and I knew with him I'd always have a home of my own and security. Those things are very important, Ann. Yes. We're getting late. Brad was going to call me here to call me by now. Oh, look, honey, why don't we go to a show? Ed's coming over to play Peanuckling. Well, you know how men are when they play cards. Oh, yes, I know. All right. Bob! And I go into a movie. We'll be back in a couple of hours. And Bob, if... Well, if anybody calls for me, tell him I'll be back in a couple of hours. Well, who are you expecting? That friend of yours? I'm not expecting anybody really. I'll just tell anybody that calls. I'll be back. Okay. Ed and I play watchdog for him. Oh, darn this, Locke. The sticky is that love scene in the movie. Well, I saw it. I guess Ed's still here. I sure hope Bob hasn't lost his shirt, Ed. He most usually does. I have to say for Ed Randall, he's always lucky. If you've got to get married to a man, Ann, you might as well marry a lucky one. Oh, finally got it. Oh, that's you, Dottie. Well, it isn't a lot of Turner. Worst luck. Well, I guess I gave it about over. Hello, Ann. Hello. No one called, Ed? Nope. Who the heck's going to call this time of night? Well, come on, Dottie, I expect Ann and Ed. I've got things to talk over. Yeah, see you tomorrow, Ed. Sorry you lost to me, but you know how it is. Unlucky at cards, lucky and loved. Yeah, well, good night. Good night, Ann. Good night, Ann. Well, I'm sure glad Ann is making up a mind sensible like for a while I thought she was going to throw herself away on that Evans guy. Just because it's a darn good looking. Ah, women make fools of themselves. A darn good looking? How do you know what he looks like? Well, didn't you tell me? Well, I mean, I, well, I just saw the guest of it. Bob, look at me. What's eating you? You think I've done something with something? Look, honey, I got to see a man about a dog. Robert, you come back here. You can't talk to me like that. I won't have it. What do you want? You're a bum liar. You're not bright enough. That friend of Ann, Brad Evans, was here tonight, wasn't he? Oh, I know. Wasn't he? Yes, but I got to look out for Ann. She's making a plum fool of herself. Will you stop looking at me like that? What did he say? Oh, a bunch of slush about being wrong about something. The same old line every guy hands to his girl. That he changed his mind. And you told him what? Well, I told him she was out of town. And that she was going to be married, I suppose. Well, something like that. But it's for the best. Now, he's a swell guy. Oh, yes, he's a swell guy. Letting Ann give him her answer without once telling her that Brad was here. While all the two lowdowns sneaking. Oh, what say you? Hey, Dottie, now come back. You're not going to tell her. Now what you think? I've been thinking things over, Ann. Well, I guess I've come to a decision. Ann! Ann! Oh, wait a minute. Before you say another word, I... Well, I want to finish something. I start to tell you about that. No, wait a minute, Dottie. This is no time to come busting in. This is the right time. I couldn't have picked a better one. Ann... Ann, remember what I said about Dave? The one that, well, he wanted me to run away with him? Yeah. Well, I didn't tell you the truth, the real truth. I didn't tell you that all my life I've regretted that I didn't go with him. That no matter how badly he might have treated me, no matter what might have happened, I'd have exchanged my whole life here for one year, yes, for one month with him. Yes, now you know the truth. There's no use having more than two liars in this house. Dottie, what do you mean? Your friend was here the night. Brad? Yes, he came for you. Those two told him you'd gone away. That you were going to get married. You'd gone away for a rest, a long rest. Now look, Ann, you've got to understand. You're so good at Randall. So kind. Such a fine man. So upright and honest. Oh, it wasn't as much his doing as it was that precious husband of mine. They're two of a kind, so... Well, if I don't make the same mistake I did, go after him. Maybe it's too late. Brad must have gone by now. Oh, Dottie, I'll never find him now. I'll never find him. Looking for somebody, Ann? Brad. Oh, Brad, you didn't go. No. Come on, beautiful. The wind's singing loud tonight. Let's go to our old place down with the river banks. We've got a lot to say to one another. How did you know? I mean, that I hadn't really gone away. No, I can spot a liar a mile away. It was too pat the way your brother-in-law threw it in about your marrying Ed Randall. So I hung around. I saw you come home. I'm glad you found me in time. You see, I have made up my mind, Brad. Are you sure? I've been sure all the time. Well, it was just that... I was trying to talk myself out of the truth. You know what's just bad about it being the Ritz one day, and who knows what's the next? Yeah. Yeah, that's what I said, but I've been doing some thinking, too. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I can change. Gee, I guess every guy finds one woman that he never wants to leave, while I've found you. You don't have to say that. I don't care. I love you the way you are. Well, I know there may be days of aching loneliness when you're off somewhere and some crazy chase. I know, too, there'll be good times and bad. There'll be uncertainty and worry and unhappiness maybe. Well, I'll try to make you happy, Ann. I swear I will. I know you will, because there's another side to the ledger. There's a wonder and beauty of knowing and loving one another. Well, there'll be the excitement of just being alive of being together. It'll be like... like listening to the song and the wind. Maybe half the notes are lost and no one hears the words, but the melody's there. Our song, always in our hearts. And again, on the hilltop, not one, but two pairs of eyes view the horizons of tomorrow, their tomorrow. And their hearts beat in unison in rhythmic foundation of their symphony. A song without words. The melodies that are heard in the wind when Jew souls are filled with a clean, sweet passion of young love and two minds are bound together by the slender strands of a new and glorified obsession. In just a moment, I'll return with something about next week's story. Story starring Miss Kim Hunter speaks of the murky cloud, the vannesia. How can we return to the place where we left off during our mental sickness? What life is there but the present shielded from the past? Who are we? What are we? Why are we? Next week, you will hear of a way that clears the fog of a man's amnesia in a drama of obsession. My story starring Miss Rhonda Fleming was produced and transcribed by C.P. McGregor in Hollywood.