Photoplay (Jul - Dec 1943)

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"Well, I swore that if I ever got out of it alive, I'd come back and tell you that I love you." Carolyn's eyes were moist. She had no words to speak. Suddenly Jones put his arms about her. With a little sigh, she relaxed against his shoulder. In the faint, almost ethereal light of the waning moon, their lips met in a kiss in which there was passion mingled with desperation. I ATER Carolyn asked softly, "What is it ■ like to feel a little drunk?" Jones sighed deeply. "Wonderful!" "Then," said Carolyn, "I think I feel a little drunk." "Good." There was a long pause. Carolyn looked at him, studying him minutely. Then: "There's a lump on your nose. Did you know?" "Yes. It was broken once." Carolyn leaned over and kissed the tip of it. "Poor nose. How did it haopen?" Jones smiled down at her. "It's too sordid a story — and you're too young." "Please tell me." "Well," said Jones languidly, "it had to do with a young lady." "Was she — beautiful?" "Sensational! And she had a twin sister." "Were you in love with her?" "Madly," sighed Jones. "With both of them." "It must have been a little confusing." "It was. The only way I could tell them apart was that one drank beer and the other drank scotch. One night I had one of them out in the country. It was a warm, summer night and — well, you know how it is. I guess I sort of got carried away. Well, anyway, on the way home we stopped by for a drink — and that's where I got my wires crossed." "How?" "Without thinking, I ordered her a beer. When it came she threw it in my face." "But how could that break your nose?" "She forgot to take it out of the bottle," he finished. Carolyn looked at him seriously, studied his eyes and said, "I think you made that all up." Jones grinned owlishly, nodded, then screwed up his nose. "Yeah ... it was really an operation for adenoids." As he chuckled, she leaned over and kissed him tenderly, then gave a little gasp. "Why, it's almost morning!" Quickly, Jones looked out, glanced at his wrist watch and whistled. He jumped down and reached for her. She was there, warm and tender — and eager. Again they kissed. The early grayness of the dawn found the truck, with Jones at the wheel, rolling across the courtyard of the temple. Johnny and Carolyn were crowded in beside him. In back, huddled together, were the Chinese girls, Lin Cho and the remaining survivors. The knowledge of the task they faced silenced them all. As the sun began to rise, Jones pointed straight ahead. "There's the ravine," he said. He picked up speed. They entered the steep, narrow gorge and, brakes screeching, they came to a stop in the middle of the road. • Jones, Carolyn and Johnny hopped out of the cab of the truck. The others all climbed out of the rear. Working very fast, Jones, Lin Cho and a guerrilla lifted the packages of dynamite, the coiled wire and the detonator from the truck. The others all watched tensely. Carolyn came to him. "Where do you have to go?" "Up there." He pointed: "On the edge of the ravine." Carolyn looked ud. About a thousand feet above the road, she saw the jagged precipitous ridge of rock forming the crest of one side of the ravine. She shuddered. I ONES put his arm around her. "Don't J worry. Look," he said, softly. "The sun is rising." Carolyn turned and faced him. Her eyes were misty and filled with love. "If the day ever comes," she said, in a hushed voice, "when it should never rise for us again, I want you to know that I love you." Jones stooped quickly to cover his emotion, picked up the detonator and crowbar. "Well," he said, with a wry smile, "keep your fingers crossed." Carolyn looked at him, held up her crossed fingers. Abruptly her arms went around his neck. "Godspeed," she whispered. Lin Cho made a little movement toward them. Jones turned quickly. "Okay," he said. "Let's go." He turned abruptly, followed by Lin Yun and a Chinese girl. Suddenly he stopped. "Johnny." he called. Johnny came running up. "Get this carefully. After you hear the explosion, wait twenty minutes. If we don't show up, get going fast. Take the girls to Chungtu — and I mean fast!" "Yes, sir, boss," Johnny said with emotion. As Jones turned away Johnny's eyes followed him. His heart sank. He knew ,^^.i,.I,.j..j,.},.},^-,j"j.^^-j-4"'"l.^-j-^.{,.l,4.^.j,.l,rj,.{,.j,.j-.»^;..;,-;..;.^.^.:..;. -:■-:.-:. -:--I--:-l"l-!-i"j--l--l"l"l.4"i"i-4. U/l 94 innet OF PHOTOPLAY-MOVIE MIRROR'S BEST DRESSED WOMAN CONTEST! Well, we've done it! We've chosen the prize-winning letter in the "Who Is Hollywood's Best Dressed Woman?" contest which ran in the March Photoplay-Movie Mirror . . . The $25 War Bond is ready to be mailed to the winner . . . But wait! The grand announcement won't be made until our September issue because we're having a beautiful fashion photograph made of the star described in the winning letter. It's being specially posed in Hollywood now! Fun? Don't miss September!