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Then our fair correspondent adds, with a twinkle in our pen, if Wuthering Heights is staged, I shall use two cakes of luxe-toilet soap each week instead of one. It's very gratifying to me that the products behind this theater, luxe-toilet soap and luxe flakes, are of such incomparably high standards that I have no hesitation in asking you to purchase them. And now just a word about how I came to cast tonight's play. The part of Kathy requires great talent in an actress, but above all, it demands sincerity. And that alone was enough to make Barbara stand with our choice. I telephoned Barbara at our ranch to ask if she'd like to do Wuthering Heights, and found she was playing nurse in one of the stables where a blessed event had just taken place. Barbara reported that both mother and son were doing nicely and gave me a confidential tip that the son looked like a sure winner in the Kentucky Derby of 1942. But of more immediate importance was Barbara's eagerness to do Wuthering Heights. Then we discovered that Brianna Hearn had cramped over the Yorkshire Moors many times, and that one of his secret ambitions was to play the part of Heathcliff. That solved a very naughty problem, for it's a role that demands rare strength and fire. For the part of Isabella, we selected Ida Lupino, one of Hollywood's rising young dramatic actresses, because she too has that emotional power, which every character in this play seems to require. From the motion picture cast of Wuthering Heights, we have Serita Woonton, Douglas Scott, and Rex Downing to play Kathy, Hindley, and Heathcliff as children. Now the players are on the stage, and our drama's about to begin. We raise the curtain on Act One of Wuthering Heights, starring Barbara Stanbick as Kathy, Brianna Hearn as Heathcliff, and Ida Lupino as Isabella. Desolate and lonely are the rolling moorlands of England, where in the winter night, the snowdrifts stand like giant specters in the teeth of screaming gales. About 100 years ago, a stranger lost his way on such a night. Freezing, blinded, and stumbling, he saw at last the fitful lights of an old manor house, aged and crumbling on the hillside. He knocked desperately at the door. It was opened by a doddering old butler who stood staring at him. Then without a word, he led the stranger into the musty living room, where in the dim candlelight, a man and two women sat without moving. The man was tall and dark-skinned like a gypsy. On his face, the stamp of years of bitter suffering. At his feet, a great dog growled ominously. At last the man turned and spoke. And what do you want? My name's Lockwood. I've lost my way on the moors. Down, Wolf, down. Strangers have no business on the moors at this time of the year. And no business here at any time. But I couldn't find the village. A man could die out there on a night like this. I'm afraid I shall have to presume on your hospitality until morning. Do as you please. I beg your pardon. I don't keep accommodations for visitors. You'll have to sleep with one of the servants. Heathcliff, you can't. He's our guest. Then suppose you attend to his comfort. Ellen, show the gentleman to the guest room, please. The guest room, mistress? Yes, there's no other place. Yes, mistress. This way, sir. And, sir, will I unlock the door? Of course. Mind you don't stumble on the carpet. It's about falling to pieces, I'm afraid. You call this the guest chamber? It was once. It's a trifle depressing. May I light a fire? No fire will burn in that great, sir. The chimney's been clogged for years. Must have been a fine old house once. What's it called? This is Wuthering Heights, sir. And the tall chap downstairs with the piercing eyes. That'll be Master Heathcliff, sir. And the once lovely lady who looks at him with fear. That's his wife, Mistress Isabella. Well, good night, sir. If you want anything, there's the bell roll. My name is Ellen. Thank you, Ellen. Good night. Good Lord. The window, the catch broke in the window. Stand back. I'll close it. Listen. I heard a voice. A hand. A cold hand grabbed my wrist. A hand? Didn't you hear the voice? A woman shouting she's lost on the moor. What's going on in here? A voice out there, a woman crying that she's lost. Then she's come. She's come again at last. Kathy, wait for me. Wait for me. He's not going out there in that storm. I'm coming. I'm coming, Kathy. This is insane. Come back. Close the window, sir. But that man out there. Close the window. Why did he go out there? What was that voice? You heard him call her name. It was Kathy. Kathy? Who's she? Kathy is a girl who died. I don't believe in ghosts if that's what you mean. I don't believe in phantoms sobbing in the night. You don't believe. Perhaps if I told you her story, you'd change your mind about the dead returning. Tell me her story. It all began the time I came to Wuthering Heights as a servant. That was 50 years ago, in 1790. The place was different then. A sweet, well-capped estate. Mr. Ainshaw was master. A fine man who dearly loved his two children, Kathy and Hindley. One day, Mr. Ainshaw returned from Liverpool with a foundling boy at Picton. A dark, savage-looking gypsy lad with the most dreadful marks of beatings on his back. Mr. Ainshaw called for me the moment. Give him a good scrubbing, Ellen, and put some of Hindley's clothes on him. Sir, come with me, lad. Don't touch me. Let me alone. Goodness. Now, son, Ellen won't hurt you. You're safe here. No one will ever beat you again, and you'll always have plenty to eat. Papa's home! Papa's home! Hello, father. Well, Hindley. Well, Kathy. Papa? Who's that boy? Yes. Who is he, father? Children. This little guest will pay us a visit for a time, since he wants a home here. He's dirty. Look at him. Kathy, don't make me ashamed of you. Hindley, he will sleep in your room. In my room? I won't let him. He's a dirty gypsy. That'll do, Hindley. You must learn to share things. Take charge of the lad, Ellen. And what's his name, then, Mr. Ainshaw? His name? I think we'll call him Heathcliff. Yes, sir. Come, Heathcliff. That dark, brooding boy, brought a subtle change to life at weathering heights. The three children seemed to play together well enough, going scamping off over the moors on their ponies and climbing the crags together. But neither Kathy nor Hindley were open and frank anymore. And one day the children fought... Oh, give me that pony. It's mine. Give me that pony, do you hear? Or I'll tell father how you boasted that you'd turn us out when he died. That's a lie. I never said it. Of course he didn't. He did. He worms his way into everything father does for us. He'll cheat us out of everything. You never had a father, you gypsy beggar. And you'll never get mine. There, fancy that'll teach you. Hindley, he's bleeding. Serves him right. Gypsy scum. He... he hit me with that stone. Please, Heathcliff, don't look like that. Why don't you ever cry when you're hurt, like other people? Why should I cry? I'll pay him back someday. I don't care how long I wait. I can only pay him back. Heathcliff, don't say those things. Come, Heathcliff, now Hindley's gone and we can have our game at the castle again. I don't feel like playing at the castle. Please, you always smile and laugh when we're there. Come on, Heathcliff. We'll play our game. I'm frowned so, Heathcliff. Sit here beside me on the stone and we'll look out over the moors. This is our castle. Castle? It's Peniston Crag and you know it. It's not either. This is your castle and you're a prince in disguise. Tell me about it, again. It's all true, crossed my heart. Your father was... was Emperor of China and your mother, a Queen of India. You were kidnapped by wicked sailors and brought to England. Don't make fun of me, Kathy. I'm not making fun of you. You're a really and truly prince. And I'm your slave. You're not my slave. You're my Queen, Kathy. And you'll always be my Queen. Nobody else will make you his Queen. You hear? Yes, Heathcliff. You're Queen. And that's the way they grew up. Wild and free roaming the moors together. But Hindley grew more and more jealous. Kathy was 18 and Hindley passed 21 when Mr. Ainshaw died. Good man. He never saw the evil of life and it raised Heathcliff like his own son. But on the very day of his funeral... You're not going into that room to look at my father's body. Why? He loved me more than he did you. He's passed your weedling now. I'm Master of Wuthering Heights. If you want to stay here, we need for a stable boy. A stable boy? That's... or get out! And that's what he became. Heathcliff, who had lived under this roof as one of the family, who was a stable boy. Hand up to my saddle. Very well. Sir, you gypsy beggar. How many times must I tell you? Sir? That's better. By the time I come back in the morning, I want these stables scrubbed. Scrubbed, you understand? Heathcliff. Yes, Cathy? Heathcliff, I heard him. How much longer are you going to stand for this? I don't know what you mean. Look at you dirty and unkempt and in rags. Why aren't you a man? Why don't you run away? Run away? What, from you? You could come back rich and take me away. Why aren't you a prince like we said long ago? Why can't you rescue me, Heathcliff? Cathy, come away with me now. Now? Where? Oh, anywhere. You mean leave as we are? Live in haystack, steal our food? Oh, no, Heathcliff, that isn't what I want. Oh, you just want me to go off alone? Well, it won't do. I've stayed here since your father died, been beaten and cursed like a dog, abused and driven mad, just because I could be near you. And like a dog, I'll stay to the end. To the end. Yet Heathcliff did run away. The curses and insults were too much even for his great love. And he disappeared. Cathy found a new world in her first introduction at Linton Manor with Edgar Linton and his sister Isabella, both Cathy's age. Music and laughter were there, shining eyes and dancing, and it was escaped from bothering heights. Edgar Linton fell madly in love with Cathy. They were constantly together. Then, one evening, Edgar brought Cathy home in the pony cart as quickly as I could. My hand down from the cart, Miss Cathy. Thank you, Edgar. Oh, Ellen, we had the most marvelous time. Judge Linton had guests from Liverpool. Cathy, come here. Excuse me, Edgar. Certainly. Something wrong, Ellen? Heathcliff's back. Heathcliff? When did he come? Last night. He talks so strangely. He is now. Hello, Cathy. Heathcliff. You said you'd stay away until... Why were you gone so long? I didn't expect to find you here. Why were you gone so long? Because I've met the Lintons. Because I was at their house. Because I've learned to dance and had a wonderful, delightful, fascinating time. Are you the stable boy? Would you mind putting my horse up for an hour? Yes, and you might wash your hands and comb your hair, Heathcliff. So I needn't be ashamed of you before a guest. And look after Mr. Linton's horse, please. Let him look after his own horse. Hmm. Doesn't, fellow. How can your brother allow such a beast of a gypsy stable boy to act like this? Beast of a gypsy stable boy? Of course. A roadside beggar giving himself heirs of equality. What do you know about Heathcliff? Judging from this performance, all I need to know... He was my friend long before you. That black-eyed... Black-eyed and all, he belongs under our roof and you'll speak. All of him will get out. Cathy, are you out of your senses? Get out, I said, or stop calling those I love names. Those you love. That's stable boy? Yes. Cathy, do you realize what you're saying? I'm saying I hate you. I hate the look of that milk-white face. I hate the touch of your sore, foolish hands. Some of that gypsy's evil soul has got into you, I think. Yes. Some of that beggar's dirt is on you. Yes, yes, now get out. Get out, get out! Cathy, Cathy, please, come back. Mrs. Cathy. Oh, Ellen, where is he? Where's Heathcliff? Tell me. He's across the moors, towards Peniston Crag. Heathcliff. Heathcliff. You've forgiven me. Oh, see, you've forgiven me. It wasn't your heart that spoke, Cathy. No, my darling, because my heart is yours. Cathy, the clouds are lowering over Jimmerton Head. Yes. Oh, see how the light is changing. Cathy, you're such a part of all this. Perhaps we belong to the moors, you and I. Oh, Heathcliff, make the world stop right here. Make everything stop and stand still and never move again. The moors never change. You and I never change. The moors and I will never change. Don't you, Cathy? I can. No matter what I say or do. This is I forever. Cathy. Oh, smell the heather, Heathcliff. Fill my arms with heather. All they can hold. Cathy, you're not thinking of that other world now. Oh, don't talk, darling, don't talk. All this might disappear. Hurry, please. My hair's not nearly done yet. What's the matter, supposing you're not ready when young Mr. Linton gets here? Any young man will come snivelling back out of the way you treated him. But I sent my apologies to him, didn't I? Of course he'll come. Cathy, I can't believe this change in you. Just yesterday it seems you were just a stupid, harem, scarrem child with dirty hands on a willful heart. That's my other nature, Ellen. I still have it. It used to fly around wild, but now I can coax it into a cage whenever I want to. Heathcliff. Since when are you in the habit of entering my room? I want to talk to you. Get out, Ellen. I will not. I take orders to... Get out! Now that we're so happily alone, may I know to what I owe this great honor? He's coming here again. Who? You know who I mean. That stupid fop, Linton. You're unbearable. Utterly unbearable. Why are you dressed in silk? Because gentle folk dress for dinner. And why are you trying to win his peeling flat? I'm not a child anymore. You can't talk to me that way. I'm not talking to a child. I'm talking to Cathy. My Cathy. Oh. I'm your Cathy. Yes. Am I to take orders from you, a dirty, stable boy, allow you to select what dresses I should wear and bow humbly to your horrible wretched tempers? Cathy, where's your heart? You had your chance to be something else. You left here once. Oh, why didn't you stay away? Now, let me alone. That's right. That's right. The dirty, stable boy can't come near you unless he soil your dress. But who soils your heart? Who turns you into a cheap, vain, ambitious fool? Linton does. You'll let yourself be loved by him because you want to be a fine lady, because it pleases your stupid, greedy Venice. Stop it! See for beggars all you were born to be, kneeling beside the road, begging for favors, not earning them, but whimpering for them with dirty hands. I see. All I am to you now is a pair of dirty hands. Well, have them then. Oh? Have them where they belong. Thank you. It doesn't help to strike you. Just stay out of my kitchen. Is...is Cathy still with him? Yes, she is. What's the matter with you? What are you staring at? I...I want to crawl to her feet, wimp her to be forgiven for loving her, for needing her more than my own life, for belonging to her more than my own soul. I want to beg for a smile. I...I don't care if she loves Linton or whom she loves. If only she'll look at me and say my name. Oh, Heathcliff, you... Ellen! She's coming out. Get out, Heathcliff. I'll wait outside the door. No, you can't. I want to be where I can see her and hear her. Heathcliff! Ellen, where are you? Oh, here you are. Oh, yes, Miss Cathy. Has...has Mr. Lynch and gone? He just left. Oh, Ellen, I've some wonderful news for you. Well, the kitchen's no place for that dress. Come inside. No, no, listen. Edgar has asked me to marry him. What did you say? Well, I'm to give him my answer tomorrow. Cathy, do you love him? Of course. Why? Now, isn't that a silly question? Because he's handsome and pleasant to be with. Not too enough. Well, and because he'll be rich someday. And I'll be the finest lady in the county. Oh, Ellen. It would be heaven to escape from here. What about Heathcliff? Heathcliff. Ellen, you know he gets worse every day. It would degrade me to marry him. I wish he'd never come back. What was that? I think, oh, nothing in the wind, perhaps. Well, my darling, if Master Edgar and his beautiful home mean heaven to you, you'd better enter that heaven and take your place among the Linton Angels. The only thing is, I wonder if I belong in heaven. I dreamed once I was there, and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth, to the bleak moors. And I awoke, sobbing with joy, on top of weathering heights. And so, you see, Ellen, I suppose I've really no more business marrying Ed Galinton than I'd have in heaven. But, oh, Ellen, what can I do? You're thinking of Heathcliff? Who else? He's sunk so low, he seems to take pleasure in being mean and brutal, and yet, yet he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. Everything he's suffered, I've suffered too. The little happiness he's known, I've known. If everything else in the world died and only Heathcliff remained, life would still be fuller for me. Who was that? Ellen, I heard... Miss Kathy, Miss Kathy! Yes, Joseph? Heathcliff's taken Master Hindley's best horse, and he's gone. Gone? Ellen, did he hear what I said? Yes, Miss Kathy. How much did he hear? I'm not sure, but I think to where you said it would degrade you to know. No, no, Heathcliff! I'm the first act of weathering heights. Stormy conflict and adventure lie ahead for Kathy and Heathcliff in the second act of our play. But this is intermission time, and Mr. Roick is going to tell you a little story that he told me at rehearsal yesterday. Ladies and gentlemen, in this brief intermission before our stars Barbara Stanwyck, Brian Ahern and Ida Lupino return in act two of Wuthering Heights, I should like to say a word about the product which brings you tonight's play, Lux Toilets Ope. I just want to tell you what a lovely and intelligent lady whom I know here in Hollywood said to me the other day. She knows that I talk to the Lux Radio Theatre audience each Monday night, and we chatted about the program for a while. Then she said something I'd like to pass on to you. She told me that she thought I ought to tell our women listeners of her own experience with Lux Toilets Ope. You'll be interested to know that the lady in question was Joan Bennett. 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I'm sure I don't need to remind the women in our audience that taking care of your complexion, making the most of your looks, pays rich dividends in the admiration and love of those around you, and in bringing you romance and keeping it. No woman ever quite outgrows the longing for romance, the need for it. No woman ever grows tired of hearing the lovely things that loveliness makes people say. There's a song you may remember that says the kind of things I mean, exceptionally well. If there is someone lovelier than you Then I... If there is someone lovelier than you But no, I am not blind My eyes have traveled everywhere In hopes that I might find A creature half so fair If there is someone lovelier than you I am as beautiful Such beauty comes with... Our producer, Mr. DeMille. Act two of Wuthering Heights starring Barbara Stanwick as cafe Brianna Hearn as Heathcliff and Ida Lupino as Isabella. And that stormy winter night, a century ago, the traveler Lockwood sat in the musty guest room at Wuthering Heights, and the story told him by the old servant, Ellen. Outside, the winds swept over the moors, shaking the ancient house to its foundations. The lamp on the man-for-peace flicker, casting eerie shadows. That night, Heathcliff went away. Kathy ran far across the moors after him in the bitter cold, calling his name into the wind. Hours later in the morning, Edgar Linton found her, half-frozen in her silken party dress, unconscious on the crag the children used to call the castle. For weeks after she was ill, the Lintons took her to their manor house. And I was glad for day by day the strange influence that Heathcliff had had upon Kathy wore off. And she was happy with it. Why can't you remain here forever, Kathy? Oh, Edgar, you and your sister, you've been too kind to me already. I'm too happy by just being kind. That should be enough for me. After all, what else can I give you? What else? You've given me a great deal, Elf, Edgar. You've given me your own self, your strength. My...my strength? You'd understand if you really knew what my life was before. It was like the moors, endless and desolate. And I was lost in them, calling for someone in the darkness to save me. Nobody answered. I couldn't even see the trace of a path. I was so frightened, so terribly alone. And suddenly you were there, Edgar. You held out your hand and led me back to a way of living I thought I'd lost forever. What you said long ago is true. There was a curse on me. It kept me from being myself or at least what I wanted to be. And that kept me from living in heaven. There. Do you understand now? Kathy, my darling, let me take care of you forever. Let me guard you and love you always. Would you? Would you love me always? Always, Kathy. Then let's be married, Edgar. Quickly. Quickly! Linton home had seemed heaven to me before. I don't know what to call it after she became its mistress. The only one who did not seem completely happy was Edgar's sister, Isabella. A year or two after the marriage, the three of them sat in the drawing room, Edgar reading, Isabella playing the spinet. Kathy quietly doing petty point when the door knocker sounded. When I saw who it was, I went back into the drawing room. What was the matter, Mrs. Kathy? Heathcliff. Let's go back. Tell him I'm not at home, Ellen. Not at home, darling? To whom? It's Heathcliff. Heathcliff? Well, does he seem the same, Ellen? No, sir. I hardly recognize him. Fine clothes. He seems quite the gem. Don't prattle, Ellen. I said I didn't wish to see him. Oh, nonsense, Kathy. It's been a long time. Bygones must be bygones. Oh, yes. Let us see some kind of column. Show him in, Ellen. Yes, sir. Edgar. This is a mistake. Why, Kathy, your hands are trembling. Are they? The past is dead, dear. Don't hesitate to smile and be nice to him because I'll understand it's my wife who loves me who smiles. Thank you, Edgar. You always understand. Mr. Heathcliff. Come in. Hello, Kathy. How are you, Heathcliff? Have you met my sister, Isabella? I'm sorry. How do you do, Miss Linton? We are glad to see a guest, sir. Thank you. Well, Heathcliff, I must say I've never seen such a complete change in a man. You seem to have prospered. You must have gone to America. I did. We wondered where you went. You must have found at least a gold mine. No. I merely remembered that my father was an emperor of China and my mother a queen of India. I beg your pardon. So I claimed my inheritance. Kathy will understand. It's an old joke between us. I see. Are you staying long in the neighborhood? I'm staying the rest of my life. Really? I've just bought the horses, the cattle and the moors belonging to the estate known as Wuthering Heights. No! You mean Kathy's brother Hindley sold out? Yes. But he doesn't know it yet. I imagine it'll be a shock when Hindley discovers that his gambling and drinking debts were paid up for him by his former stable boy. Heathcliff, you can't have done that. That's as underhanded a piece of work as I've ever heard of. If I'd known that his holdings were being stolen by a stranger... Can I remind you, Mr. Edgar Linton, that I am not a stranger? I'm merely a neighbor. So now I'll say good night. Wait, Heathcliff. Well? I... I want you to know that we sometimes have friends who come here as guests. Edgar and I. You're welcome to come, too. But not with the old scowl on your face or the old bitterness in your heart. Thank you, my old friend Kathy, for the warning. Or just remember I forgot to congratulate you on your marriage. I've often thought about it and I can assure you. May I now express my delight? Good night. Edgar, I think you behaved abominably. What? And you, too, Kathy. What in thunder do you mean? You could at least have been civil. You'd dismissed him as if he'd been a servant. Well, do you consider him anything else? Yes, I find he's grown fascinating and distinguished. Really, Isabella, I hope I misunderstand. Well, you don't. We see all too few people. And I, for one, shan't be rude if he ever calls again. Edgar, I greatly dread what the future will bring. Oh, nonsense, darling. I tell you, the past is dead. That's all, Joseph. You'll stay on, of course. Thank you, sir. Shall I pack Master Hindley's things? Oh, just move him out of the master's bedroom. He'll remain under this roof. Master Hindley, sir? Oh, yes, he gave me a roof once when I needed it. I, uh, I take it he's drinking a great deal. Uh, yes, sir. Though Dr. Kenneth has ordered him not to. Well, give him all a drink he wants. Yes, sir. Uh, a lady is waiting to see us, sir. A lady? From Linton Manor, sir. Why didn't you tell me? In the future, announce visitors at once. Oh, Miss Linton. Are you disappointed, sir? Oh, not at all. Well, I, I was passing by and my horse went in. I see. Mr. Heathcliff. I want to tell you I'm furious with my brother and with Kathy. They received you most shamefully last night. Your brother didn't send you with this apology, did he? Oh, no. No, in fact, he's forbidden me to. To speak to me, huh? Well, yes. And, uh, and Kathy also forbade you? Yes. Then in all the Moorland, you're my only friend. Well, I, I would like to be. Thank you. Miss Linton, I enjoy frankness. You didn't come here to apologize and your horse didn't go lame. Why? You came because you're lonely. Because the house you live in is too happily witted for an outsider. And because it's no joy to ride the Moors alone. Is that right? Yes. Then you needn't be lonely any more, my dear. Oh. What, you think it's strange that I should kiss you? I don't know. You hated it? No. I see you like frankness too. Oh, come in, Kathy. Wasn't it a lovely dance tonight? Though I think you could have been more gracious to my guest. Isabella, may I speak to you for a moment? Well? You behaved disgracefully. How may I ask? It was bad enough asking Heathcliff here without consulting us or preparing us. You'd have forbidden me. But to make a spectacle of yourself, to throw yourself at him the way you did. Well, nobody else would pay attention to him. You refused to dance with him. I had to dance every dance as a result. Oh, you fool. You vain little fool. Really, Kathy? I'm going to open your eyes, Isabella. He's using you. Using you to be near me. To smile at me behind your back. To stare at me until I guess fear his murderous gypsy look. To try to rouse something in my heart that's dead. And I'll not let you help him any longer. So that's what you mean. It's you who are vain and foolish, Kathy. Heathcliff's in love with me. It's a lie. It's not a lie. He told me so. He's kissed me. He's... Yes, kissed me. Held me in his arms. Told me he loves me. Oh. I'm going to your brother. Yes, go to Edgar. Tell him Heathcliff asked me to marry him. And that I've said yes. You're here, yes. You can't. He's not a man. He's something horrible and dark to live with. I know why you say these things. Because you love him. How dare you say that. Yes, you do love him. You're mad with pain and jealousy. The thought of my marrying him. Because you want him to pine for you. Dream of you. Die for you. While you're safe as the lovely Mrs. Edgar Linton. You won't have him happy. You want to hurt him. Destroy him. But I want to make him happy. And I will. You hear? I will. I won't say. I'm not surprised to see you. Heathcliff is a true. It's what true. Did you ask Isabella to marry you? Oh, Heathcliff. You mustn't do this villainous thing. She's never harmed you. No. But you... Then punish me. And that's what I intend to do. I don't understand. Every moment I hold her in my arms. When I kiss her. When I promise her life and happiness. You'll be punished. You'd marry her to do that? Yes. To teach you the ways of pain. And the hell that I'm in. Oh, Heathcliff, you can. If there's anything human left in you. Don't make me a partner to this crime. It's mad as stupid. Your heart were only stronger than your dull care for the world and its conventions. I'd live silent and content in your shadow. Begging for an occasional word or thought as I used to do. But now. You have to destroy me with that weakness you call virtue. You have to keep me tormented with that cruelty. You think so pious. Oh, have I been cruel? You wish to have been known as the finest lady in the county. You wanted your luxury and your light. And at the same time, you wanted to keep me your despairing lover. Well, now that I am returned, had you given me the smile of love, I might have been content. But you needn't think of me now as your despairing and foolish lover. You can think of me as Isabella's husband. And be glad for my happiness. As I am for yours. So ends the second act of Wuthering Heights. In a moment, we hear act three. And the dramatic way in which the love of Kathy and Heathcliff seeks its own solution. But before we continue, let's listen to a man we all like here in the Lux Radio Theatre. In our brief intermission before act three of Wuthering Heights, starring Barbara Stanwyck, Brian LaHerne, and Ida Lupino, I want to remind the women in our audience that keeping as attractive as you possibly can is not only a wise thing to do because it helps you to be more successful, but also because it gives so much pleasure to those who know and love you. However, to make the most of your lux, you must give regular attention to your complexion. Isn't it true, Mr. Roy, that to really care for your complexion you must thoroughly cleanse your pores of dust, dirt, and stale cosmetics for there's danger in imperfect cleansing? Yes, that's very true. Poor choking causes cosmetic skin, the dullness, little blemishes, and enlarged pores. But with regular lux toilet soap care, you can use cosmetics all you wish because lux toilet soaps active lather. Give your skin the very necessary protection of gentle but thorough cleansing. I'm always impressed, Mr. Roy, that 9 out of 10 screen stars use lux toilet soap. They can afford to spend any price on soap, yet almost all of them use lux toilet soap. It's the highest praise a toilet soap can receive to have the world's most beautiful women so overwhelmingly prefer lux toilet soap. And clever women everywhere by the thousands use lux toilet soap too for the same reasons the screen stars do, to help keep their complexions as lovely as possible. So, I hope you'll buy at least three cakes of lux toilet soap and begin tomorrow your regular lux toilet soap care. I promise you that before the three cakes have been used, you'll thank me. We pause now for station identification. This is the Columbia Broadcasting System. Once again, Barbara Stanwick, Brian Ahern, and Ida Lupino in Wuthering Heights, in the crumbling house on Wuthering Heights a hundred years ago. The candle burns low in the dreary guest room. There's no sound but the wind outside and the hushed voice of the old maid servant as she tells her story. Isabella Linton came into this house as a bride. Yes, Heathcliff married her out of revenge. The same revenge that made him keep Hindley here. A staggering broken fool slowly drinking himself into the grave. Isabella learned the reason for her marriage to Heathcliff, but she was powerless to do anything. Then one day, Dr. Kenneth, an old friend came to see her. He had come that morning from Linton... Isabella, go back where you belong to Edgar's house. Edgar disown me, Dr. Kenneth. I know, but he needs you now. Kath is gravely ill. Really? Didn't you know? It's a matter of days now. Perhaps hours. She can't be dying. Fever, inflammation of the lungs, this intense cold and something else. Something else? I'd call it the will to die. Kathie dies. I might begin to live. Isabella. Ah, begin to live. In this house with Heathcliff, nothing can live. No, Hindley, nothing but hate. Goodbye. So you think you'll begin to live when Kathie dies? You won't? Oh, Hindley, what is it? This house, I can feel the hate within it like a crushing weight. Of course you can. And you. He hates you even more than he does me. Stop it! He loves you. Every time you kiss him, his heart breaks with rage that it's not Kathie. Isabella, why don't you do what I've been to weak to you? Kill him. Don't talk to me. Get away! While there's still time to save your immortal soul. Well, Hindley, remarkable. Heathcliff. Hindley, the first coherent speech I've heard from you in weeks. Heathcliff, please don't. I tried to stop him. Thank you, my dear wife. Your loyalty is touchy. Your curses will come home to feed on your own heart. Every agony you've given will return. Laugh now, Heathcliff! There's no laughter in hell! Heathcliff, why do you have him here? I can't breathe with him in this house. Oh, existence would be so much less without my boyhood friend under my roof. Oh, Heathcliff. You poisoned yourself with paying him back what he gave you. Send him away. And love will come to this house. Kiss me, Heathcliff. Tell me you love me. Tell me, darling. Why isn't there the smell of heather in your hair? Heathcliff, let me come near you. Please. You're not as black and horrible as they say. It's just you full of pain. All twisted inside. I can make you happy, my darling. Let me please. You'll never regret letting me try. I'll be your slave. I'll bring life to you. Life and sunshine and freshness. Put your arms around me. Look into my eyes. Your eyes are empty. Like Clintons. They aren't empty. If you'll only look deeper, Heathcliff. Look at me. I'm pretty. I'm a woman. Let your heart see me just once. It's no use. Why did God give me life? What is it but hunger and pain? A naked runner in a storm of spears. Mr. Isabella. Ellen. What do you want here, Ellen? I've come from Linton Manage to speak to Mr. Isabella. You'll do so in front of me. Her brother's asking that she come home for a visit. So he's lost some of his pride, has he? Well, there's none gone in this house. Please, Mr. Isabella. He needs you. He needs her. What is this, Ellen? Why does he need her? Let go of me. Kathy's ill. Yes. She's dying. Tell me the truth. Yes. She's dying. Die? Jose! You're not going, Heathcliff. Yes, Mr. Heathcliff. Settle my horse at once. No, she belongs to Edgar. She belongs to me. If she's dying, let her die in his arms where she belongs. Let her die. Let her die. Now who speaks of hate? Get out of my way. Heathcliff. From the height. A faraway and wild heartbroken moan. The wings of Lucifer beat on the night. The soul of Lucifer wept all alone. Shall I read some more, darling? No, Edgar. Will you open the window? Won't it be too cold? Please. Of course, darling. Oh, now I can smell the heather. And Edgar, isn't there a south wind? And isn't the snow almost gone? Yes, quite gone. Edgar, will you get me something? Anything you wish, my darling. Some heather. There's a beautiful patch near the castle. Will you get it from there? What castle, Kathy? The castle on the moors, of course. Bring me some from there. You're in a fever, dear. There's no castle on the moors. There is. There is. On the little hill beyond Wuthering Heights. You mean Peniston Crag? Yes, yes. Please go. Why do you call it a castle? Because I was a queen there once. Will you bring me the heather, darling? If you rest while I'm gone and sleep. You're so kind. So good. My darling. You made me the finest lady in the county. Oh, go now, please. Get me the heather so I can have it on my pillow. Sleep, my dear Kathy. I'll be back with the flower you want. Where is she? Where's Kathy? She has not to be disturbed, sir. Master Redger's gone for the dock. Get out of my way. Kathy. Kathy. My life. How can I bear this? I dreamed you'd come before I died. And when you came in my dream. You scowled at me once more. Does it hurt so much to see me dying? Please, Kathy. Don't hurt me. Oh, how strong you look, Heathcliff. How many years do you think you'll live on? After me? Kathy. Oh, my life. My soul. Oh, my darling. Don't let me go. Oh, and finally I could hold you too. We were both dead. Ladies, please don't speak of death. Will you forget me and be happy? When I'm in the earth. Ever. Ever. Will you say this is the grave of Catherine and Jor? I loved her long ago and wept to lose her. But all has passed. I could have soon forget you as my own life. If you die, Kathy, if you die, tell them no peace for me ever. Poor Heathcliff. I want to die to escape. Oh, why did you betray your heart, Kathy? You killed yourself. My darling, hold me. Just hold me. No, no. I'll not comfort you. You deserve this. Heathcliff, don't break my heart. I never broke your heart, Kathy. You broke it. My tears don't love you, Kathy. They blight and damn you. You love me. What right had you to throw my love away for the poor, fancy thing you've felt for him? I found out, Heathcliff. Misery and death and all evil could never have parted us. You did that alone. You wandered off like a greedy child to break your own heart. And mine. I know, Heathcliff. Oh, forgive me. Oh, Kathy. Your poor, wasted hands. Oh, why didn't someone tell me? I forgive you. I forgive you for what you've done. I love you. I love my murderer. Carry me to the window. Let me look at the moors with you once more. All my darling ones move. Yes, yes, yes. And over there is our castle. I'll never forget. The castle, Heathcliff. I'll be waiting there until you come. I'll be waiting there. Kathy? No! They're coming. Master Edgar, offer heaven's sake, go away and... You're dead, Kathy. May your soul hear this before I go. May you not rest so long as I live on. I killed you. Then hold me. Be with me always. Take any form you wish. Only don't leave me when I can't find you. I can't live without my life. I can't live without my soul. Though that was twenty years ago, I can still hear and see that wild hour with poor Heathcliff holding the dead body of his beloved, crying out to Kathy's soul to haunt and torment him till he died. Then the strange hand that gripped my wrist last night, the strange voice that called whom he was Kathy, and Heathcliff went to follow her into the storm. It wasn't Kathy herself, but her love. Kathy's love, stronger than time, sobbing for its unlived days. Who's there? Dr. Kenned, open the door. Dr. Kenned, what's the matter? I was just crossing the moor on my way home. Did you see Heathcliff? Yes, I saw him from my carriage. He was wandering through the snow with a woman. A woman, you say? A young woman, she seemed, as mad as himself. They were walking through the storm with their arms about each other. I shouted at them, but they didn't hear. I was nearly up to them when, of a sudden, my horse reared and plunged. And then, then I found him alone, lying in the snow. Heathcliff was dead. Dead? Was it by the castle? By the tennis-tuned crack? Yes. However did you know? Your father was an emperor of your mother. Into the dimness of a hundred years ago. We're back in the present with Barbara Stanwyck, Brianna Hearn, and Ida Lupino at our microphone. But it seems to me that they all are just a little bit stirred by the drama they just brought us. It's a moving play, Phoebe. But more than that, I think it has a lesson today for every woman. It shows the necessity of holding on to one's ideals. But Kathy gave up what she really wanted for position and security. That's a common failing among women, isn't it, Mr. DeMille? On the contrary, Ida. I think women are less likely than men to sidetrack their ideals. Whatever kept his faults. She was one of the most real characters I've ever come across. Yes. If you know the story of Wuthering Heights, I imagine it would be pretty easy to hear the voices of Kathy and Heathcliff out on those moorlands when the winds begin to hover. What about it, Brian? You've been there? Well, that wind is one of the weirdest sounds I've ever heard. It's no place to be at night. No place for my Irish imagination. No for anybody's without a good, big flashlight. You ask me, the safest way to cross those moors is in an airplane. Yes. What have you been doing with your airplane, Brian? Oh, very useful, C.B., very useful. Last time I used it, I went up to Northern California and got myself a marriage license. Yeah, that's right. You've taken on a co-pilot. Congratulations and happy landings. Thanks. Perhaps my co-pilot and I can take you for a ride sometime. Or how about you taking us? Yes, you're a pilot too, aren't you, C.B.? But before we fly away from here, I want to tell you how much I've enjoyed working with you again in the Luxe Radio Theater, and that I'm still absolutely loyal to Luxe soap, too. It was a number of years ago that I started using it, and I've been a faithful Luxe fan ever since. It does a swell job for my skin. Well, I agree with Barbara. Luxe soap is a wonderful beauty care, and I know we're all looking forward to the Luxe Radio Theater next week, Mr. DeMille. I see by the rehearsal schedule backstage that you're going to have Ginger Rogers, George Brent, and Edith Fellows next Monday night, C.B. If you'd read a little further, Barbara, you'd have seen the name of the play, too. She married her boss. A story about a girl who thought the boss's home should be run as efficiently as his office. Ginger Rogers, George Brent, and Edith Fellows, and she married her boss. Well, I'll be waiting for that. And good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. I wish I had you three in a picture. Our sponsors to make it the Luxe Toilet soap joined me in inviting you to be with us again next Monday night when the Luxe Radio Theater stars Ginger Rogers and George Brent with Edith Fellows and she married her boss. This is Cecil B. DeMille saying good night to you from Hollywood. This is Fowler W. Asking you to be sure to listen to the Luxe Daytime Radio Program, The Life and Love of Dr. Susan. This human and gripping story of a young attractive woman doctor is brought to you every afternoon, Monday through Friday. For the time in station, see your newspaper. The Life and Love of Dr. Susan comes to you in addition to the Luxe Radio Theater. Also heard in tonight's play where Thomas B. Brent Smith as Edgar Linton, Kemble Cooper as Hindley, Marga Ann Dyson as Ellen. Barbara Stanmick's current film is the Columbia Picture Golden Boy. Brianna Hearn will be seen next on the screen in the RKO production, Vigil in the Night. Ida Lupino's latest picture is Paramount Studios' The Light That Failed. Lewis Silvers is from 20th Century Fox where he directed music for The Reigns Game. Here is important news for those of you who live in communities not operating on Daylight Saving Time. If you live in a community which does not operate on Daylight Saving Time, watch this program beginning next Monday night one hour later than here to four. And now, ladies and gentlemen, may I take this opportunity to announce that there's a very great treat-and-store for you. Tomorrow evening over the Columbia Network, a full hour of top-notch entertainment. First, Edward G. Robinson, dynamic star of stage, screen and radio, returns to the air, starring again in a new series of the dramatic expose Big Town with lovely owner Munson. Immediately thereafter, the Tuesday Night Party, starring Walter O'Keefe, with special guest star Sophie Tucker and Bobby Dolan's Orchestra. A half hour of thrills, excitement and dramatic action, followed by a half hour of laughs, song and music. See your local paper for the exact time and station. Melville Royce speaking, this is the Columbia Broadcasting System.