Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 43 — page 114: what you’re looking at

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MARY HELL’S an intense one, and in his senior year she told him a little secret. He didn’t think it was any concern of his, and told her so. Then she threw away her pride and pleaded with him to marry her. That gave him a big laugh. And now here she was, in Mary Hell’s, on Mars. Only two things could have brought her all the way from Earth, Mary reasoned. One would be revenge. The other? Mary laughed cynically on the out- side, but within her she knew the answer. The other would be love. IOPA was the capital of Mars, and the most metropolitan of its few cities. But the imported civilization of Earth never extended very far from the centre of any of its settle- ments, and a few miles out of town there always was a frontier atmosphere. Mary Hell’s place had been ‘an old military gunhouse, since abandoned by the troop- ers. The administrative offices 113 upstairs had been converted into a kind of rooming house, where some of Mary’s girls stayed rather than make the long trip back to Iopa. The deep cellar, which once had been a storage place for deadly munitions, now held Mary’s liquor supply. The dining and drinking room itself was on the ground floor, spacious and low-slung. Racks behind the bar, which once had held Q guns and old fashioned short-range rifles, now held an array of multi-coloured bottles amid the crystal glitter of glasses. An old loading platform was used occasionally as a band- stand. The red and white checked tablecloths were remi- niscent of the pioneering old spaceport in the New Mexican desert—and any number of other ports of call. Lieutenant Cole didn’t come back to Mary’s for a while. He apparently spent a lot of time thinking over the situa- tion. But then he returned. He made an insolent half-bow to JoAnn and sat down with comiclooks.corn