A. Merritt's Fantasy Magazine, February 1950 — page 122: what you’re looking at

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Be Brand-Wise! If your shopping time gets you behind on your housework, here’s a suggestion for catching up. “Bone up” on your brand names. The time you spend reading the advertising pages of this magazine, or other forms of adver- tising, and learning the names that meet your needs will be saved many times over when you get to the store and you can name exactly what you want. But, being brand-wise means something more than saved time. It means that every item you take home is backed by the repu- tation of its manufacturer—a nice com- fortable feeling when you put your pur- chases to use. Brand Nunes Y : ound tInco4uqu5voratrtesd A non-profit educational foundation U9 West 57th Street, New York 19, N.Y, @®eeosoeoeeegee2esa9eg2dee80 8 122 A. MERRITT’S FANTASY Faguy, Pere Legouffre, and M. Floquet, the governor of the islands. M. Floquet turned and gazed at Marie with frank interest as she stood defiantly before him. “So this is the girl who tried to murder you this afternoon, you say, M. Faguy?” he said. His voice was ironical. Jean burst out with an impassioned tale of his wrongs. She had betrothed herself to him yesterday; that afternoon he had found her in the woods with another man and she had tried to mur- der him. He wished her sent to the prison at St. Pierre. At any rate he declined to harbor her longer unless—unless— Faguy was silent. If Jean had hoped to awaken sympathy for himself he had miscalculated. M. Floquet, the new governor, had been sent out from France but five months previously, and his views were those of his beloved city of light.. He thought Jean’s plaint ridiculous and unmanly, and him lucky to have escaped with only a body scratch. When Jean broke down he looked at Marie with more in- terest than before. “It is evident, mademoiselle, that this betrothal was not wholly agreeable to you,” he said. “I have always hated him; the beast,” said Marie. “Yesterday he kissed my cheek.” “And what is this locket they tell me of?” inquired the governor sternly, to hide his laughter. “Will you not show it to me?” The girl saw his amusement, but she saw no unkindness in his face. She took the chain from her throat and handed the locket to the governor. He studied the miniature intently. “It must be—it must be,” he muttered to Pere Legouffre. ‘When was her mother cast away?” “In April of 1894, your excellency,” answered the curé. “Will you permit his excellency to keep your locket a while?” he asked the girl. “No, monsieur,” answered the girl, and took the chain from the governor’s out- stretched hand. He smiled and turned to the curé. “You accept her guardianship, then, for the present?” he asked. He spoke to Marie. “Will you keep house for monsieur the curé if I dismiss this charge, mademoi- selle? he asked. GOMmMiGdooks (© inn