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THE sunshine poured down on our yacht, anchored off the southern coast of France. As the three French divers went over the side of the ship into the water Bob asked me, “Well, Mrs. Topping, how do you like hunting for buried sea-treasure?”
“I love it,” I said, hanging over the rail with him to watch the divers sink toward the skeleton of an old ship far below. And I thought, “And furthermore, I can’t believe it — me, Lana Turner, honeymooning and treasure-hunting six thousand miles from Hollywood, off the shores of France!” A few minutes later I was even more astounded, for the divers struggled to the surface with a mysterious object four feet high, completely encrusted in barnacles.
“It is only the beginning,” the divers told Bob in French and sure enough, they worked all afternoon bringing up mates .to the first mystery. Finally there were forty of them dripping on the decks of our yacht!
Forty, and later we found out, with the barnacles scraped off, what they were. They were ancient Roman wine casks, two thousand years old, that had gone
down hundreds of years before on a shipwrecked Roman galley! They are beautiful, too, made of a strange red pottery, with double handles at the top. The French Government kept thirty-six of them, but Bob and I are bringing four of them to America. Once they’re here, we’ll show them to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to find out exactly what they’re made of — French scientists were completely puzzled by them.
There! I told that story to show you how different — how unbelievably different — my life has been in the few short months since I became Mrs. Robert Topping. It’s hai'd to realize that we were only married last April 26th. Since then my life has changed so completely that it’s like white compared to black and I am happier than ever before. Happier, too, than I ever dreamed of being in the last few hectic years. This is, without a doubt, my most exciting story.
Just to prove again how different and wonderful everything is for me: I shall never forget the day last September when, back from Europe, Bob took me to my new home — my first ( Continued on page 96)
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