Argosy (UK), January 1955 — page 86: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

L4~C A PITAINE “4 “VD COQ «e*” ay SA FAMILLE Sw, al LOVE OF SEVEN DOLLS by ais aia N Paris, in the spring of our times, a young girl was about to throw herself into the Seine. She was a thin, awkward creature with a wide mouth and short black hair. Her body was all bones and hollows where there should have been curves and flesh. Her face was appealing, but it was now gaunt with hunger and the misery of failure. Her eyes were haunting, large, liquid, dark, and filled with despair. Her name was Marelle Guizec, but her nickname was Mouche. She was an orphan, a Breton from the village of Plouharg, near Saint Brieuc. Wretched though she was, some of the mystery of this mysterious land still clung to her. It manifested itself in the grace with which she walked as though still clad in the swinging peasant skirts, the gravity of her glance, her innocence and primi- tive mind in which for all her youth—she was only twenty-two— were dark corners of Celtic brooding. One of these was now leading her to her death. She wished to die, for like many young girls from the provinces she had come to Paris to try to succeed in the theatre. _She had failed most miserably. There was‘truly no single soul in the world who cared what became of her now that she had been dismissed from the lowly Moulin Bleu Revue as incompetent and incapable of inspiring interest or desire amongst the patrons. ‘There was no one who was her friend. The paltry francs she would receive would feed and shelter her for only a few days. After that she must starve or sell herself. Do you remember Paris that May when spring came early and the giant candelabra of the chestnut trees in bloom illuminated the beautiful city? comiclooks.com