Photoplay (Jul - Dec 1943)

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nto the temple Jones carried the still form of the ovely Tan Ying, Johnnyand Carolyn walking siently beside him Suddenly, as Carolyn was busily bandaging his hand, Johnny burst out, "Miss Carolyn, I'm crazy about you!" They found each other in the midst of bombswept China. And what Jones did for Carolyn was the greatest sacrifice any soldier could make for the woman he loved Tensely the three evil little Japs were watching Jones as he faced them with the machine gun tight against his hip. Yeah . . . sure, Jones thought . . . as one of the cackling monkeys had just said . . . sure, Americans and Japanese very good friends. Sure, you murder old men and little babies, like Tai Shen and Donald Duck, you ravish the pitiful girls like Tan Ying who lies now in the other room in hopeless torment . . . Americans let you Japanese get away with things like that . . . sure! Jones's finger pressed on the trigger. The machine gun began chattering its eager message of death, jerking impatiently against his hip. He watched the little men start in horrified surprise, then crumple one by one to the ground. As though in a trance, he continued to fire until the mechanical click of the firing pin signaled the last bullet. At last his finger relaxed on the trigger. He sighed, put the gun on the table and went into the inner room. On the edge of the small cot Carolyn sat trying to comfort the desperate Chinese girl. Crouched on the floor beside Carolyn was Tan Ying, her face covered by her disheveled hair. As Jones came in Carolyn looked up at him with tears of pity in her eyes, as though to say, "See — this is what I was afraid of." He dropped to his knee beside Tan Ying and very gently took her hand in his. She cringed, but he turned her face toward him, looked into the wide eyes in which he could see her unspeakable humiliation. "Don't be afraid," Jones said as though speaking to a frightened child. "Don't be afraid — nothing is going to hurt you." Gently he lifted her in his arms and with Carolyn close to him he went out of that house of horror and death, into the bright sunlight of the farmyard. THEY drove, then, to the temple where Lin Cho and the rest were to await them. On the way Jones spoke only once to Carolyn but there was an undercurrent behind his voice that thrilled her. With eyes riveted on the road he said quietly, "I just killed three guys — blew 'em to bits against a wall, and I've got no more feelings about it than if they'd been flies. Matter of fact, I enjoyed it — like shootin' coyotes back in Arizona. Starting now, I'm declaring an open-season on Japs!" When they reached the temple in the early evening light, Jones swung the quiet form of Tan Ying down from the truck in his arms and carried her silently inside. No word came from the hard-bitten Chinese fighters as they watched him. To them this was an old and bitter story which they knew all too well. Inside the stone walls of the temple the American gently deposited the Chinese girl on the cot which had been hastily cleared for her. As Carolyn moved close, their eyes locked for a brief moment, then Jones walked swiftly away. Outside Johnny approached his boss hesitantly. "What happened?" he asked. In monosyllables Jones tried to tell him of the (Continued on page 90) g3