10 Story Book, August 1938 — page 32: what you’re looking at

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34 INTRIGUING STORIES, SPICED WITH PRETTY GIRLS! first sight?” Gordon hesitated a moment. “T don’t know,” he stated slowly. “It’s something though . . . undoubtedly her striking resemblance to the woman of my dreams.” “And you're going to marry her? Well, well... how does she feel about it?” “Oh,” answered Gordon, “she goes for me in the well-known big manner. She’s a swell kid, comes from a nice family and frankly admits that a home and a hubby and all that goes with it is exactly what she’s looking for.” “J get it,” I said. “It won't be long now.” And it wasn’t. They were married, quietly, at the home of a minister, a month later. I was best man and only two or three others were present. I later put them on the boat as they left for a honeymoon in Bermuda. At the end of two weeks they returned and moved into a cozy little apartment uptown. My wife and I visited them two or three times. We played bridge, had highballs and discussed advertising, lit- erature and the latest plays. Now and then, too, we discussed the movies. Gordon’s wife was quite fond of the flickers and was conscious of the fact that she resembled Rose Rossalin, al- though she knew nothing of her hus- band’s infatuation. All of the time I was wondering about something. It was a delicate matter, but my curiosity was great, and one day after they had been married about three months I fenced around and finally ap- proached the subject across a luncheon table in a little German restaurant near the office. “Gordon,” I said, “you and I have been pretty close all our lives, and I think we can discuss things that might be taboo with most friends ,, . that is, discuss them without being in poor taste... and well, frankly, just how do you feel about Rose Rossalin now that you’re married to an- other woman?” He looked at me with level eyes. “I’m glad you asked that,” he said. “In fact, I intended to bring it up sooner or later, myself. I’m going through a rather interesting experience.” I was all and three-quarters ears, so I let him continue without interruption. “TI know what you're really curious about,” he went on. “It’s of course the sex angle. We’re modern and you know that Rose Rossalin was the first woman who ever really got me going in that way. Well, I thought I’d never be satis- fied until she and I got together ... and then I met Marjorie and married her.” He paused to light a cigarette. “We both know that I married Marjorie for one reason . . . because she looked like my screen queen. And now, after three months of living with Marjorie I, well . . - I just hardly know.” He stopped again and seemed in thought. I wanted him to go ahead. “lm naturally curious,’ I said.. “I know how Rossalin hit you... and I just couldn’t help wondering...” “T know,” he said. “You just couldn’t help wondering how I reacted to Marjorie after our marriage how I felt when I took her in my arms... whether or not she satisfied me. . .whether or not I wanted my movie idol instead of my wife.” “That's. 1," 1 said. “I'm quite inter ested ... it’s only human of me to won- der, I suppose.” “Yes, indeed,” he agreed. “Well, Tom, old man... I’ve never kept anything back from you, and I’m going to tell you something quite frankly. For at least a month after my marriage, during the honeymoon, and for two weeks or so (Continued to page 57) Comicboooks.c©