10 Story Book, August 1938 — page 55: what you’re looking at

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58 INTRIGUING STORIES, SPICED WITH PRETTY GIRLS! months Gordon was a free man. That is, he was free from everything except the chains of his desire for Rose Rossalin. But he was soon to unshackle them. The movie adaptation of his novel was a great success and he was hired at one of those impossible Hollywood salaries to do two stories a year especially for the screen, for a five-year period. Shortly after signing this contract he had his first real get-together with the sex-dream of twenty million male movie fans. He wired me: “Was out with her last night STOP She’s even more marvelous than I sus- pected STOF Guess what STOP I have a chance STOP Two to one she is Mrs. Jasperleigh imside of a Month STOP” And I’d have lost 1f I'd bet. him. You all remember the story of the wedding. It was one of those super-colossal movie affairs with every leading luminary of picture-town in attendance. And you remember the story of the honeymoon that followed. As you will recall, they chartered a yacht and cruised in the South Seas for two months while every sty irom sixteen to sixty im the United States lay awake nights envying Gordon Jasperleigh. Since a detailed description of their activities in Hollywood after their return is of no importance to this story I'll let it pass and move on to my next meeting with my old friend, now one of Holly- wood’s highest paid writers, and the hus- band of the glamorous Rossalin. a I received his wire that he would be in town and was on hand eagerly to greet Pot at fhe train. through the reporters and photographers, I managed to get somehow, and get hold of his arm as he swung down from the steps of the train. a If anything, I was even more curious for a second talk with him... a talk on a certain subject. You can understand, I’m _ sure. So, I rushed hime inte a tasccab and Then, after I'd helped him establish himself in his room, I suggested drinks in the hotel Dita 6 Guiee spose thar birequcmica at accompanied him to his hotel. intervals. He agreed and we went down and had a waiter show us to a corner table where we could talk undisturbed. Across a couple of martinis I got my hrst- real look at him smee his: arriyal. | noticed something strange. An expres- sion of puzzled dissatisfaction, instead of the one of ecstatic happiness I had ex- pected to sée; was im his face He sat and looked at me # minute. “T know what you're wondering about,” “But first of all, tell me soure- isn't he said. thing. Marjorie’s back in town, she r= and hesitant. ~ Wi, yes, bud haven't you heard from her?” “No, not a line,” he replied, somewhat glumly. “I gave her a cash settlement at the time of the divorce and haven’t heard from fer smee, Wiihere is she ... whats she doing ... where’s she living... os I was surprised . ~ Mearyorie r” I asked. how “Just a minute, old man,” I restrained Why all the con- What about you him, “just @ mintte cern about Marjorie? and your present wife? Isn’t one wife aba tune encour tor you it Shes the exotic queen of al the tm . especially werser” “Nuist?” he exclaimed, ~ But of coursed you don’t know what it’s all about and well co into that m a2 inimute. But Tom where’s Marjorie?” ‘Marjorie,’ I said, slowly but frmiy, .~ telk me . “is marred to one Of the citys tieen brilliant young attorneys. She’s been married to him quite some time. As a matter of fact, they've been married long oO Comicbooks.€©