Picture Bride By WILLIAM MORRISON Illustrated by EMSH [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Galaxy Science Fiction June 1955. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] As pretty as a picture? Yes, because that was all she was ... or would become some day! My brother, Perry, always was a bit cracked. As a kid, he almost blew up our house doing experiments. When he was eighteen, he wrote poetry, but fortunately that didn't last long and he went back to science. Now, when he showed me this picture, I figured he'd had a relapse of some kind. "This is the girl I'm in love with," he said. She wasn't bad. Not bad at all, even if her clothes were crazy. She wasn't my type--too brainy-looking--although I could see how some guys would go for her. "I thought you liked blondes." "I wouldn't give you two cents for all the blondes in Hollywood," he answered. "This is the only girl for me." "You sound as if you've got it bad," I said. "You going to marry her?" His face dropped about a mile. "I can't." "You mean she's married already?" I was surprised. This wasn't like Perry at all. He sort of hesitated, as if he was afraid of saying too much. "No, she isn't married. I asked her about that. But I can't marry her because--well, I've never met her. All I've seen of her is this picture and a few more. She doesn't live here." "You mean she's in Europe?" I've heard of these love affairs by mail, and they never made much sense to me. I said to Perry, "Why can't she come to this country?" "Oh, there are a lot of things in the way." It sounded worse and worse. I said, "Look, Perry, this smells like a racket to me. It's the kind of thing a couple of shrewd operators cook up to take some hick for a ride. I'm surprised at you falling for it. How do you know there really is a dame like that in Europe? Anybody can send pictures----" "You've got it all wrong," he said. "I've spoken to her." "By phone? How do you know who's on the other end? You hear a dame's voice you never heard before. What makes you think it's hers?" Again he didn't seem to want to talk, as if he had some secret to hide. But I guess he felt like getting things off his chest, too, or he wouldn't have opened up in the first place. And he had already told me enough so that if he didn't tell me more he'd sound like a dope. So after hesitating even longer than before, he said, "Let's get this straight, George. This is no racket. I've seen and talked to her at the same time. And the things she talked about, no con man would know." "You've seen and talked to her at the same time? You mean by TV? I don't believe it. They can't send TV to Europe." "I didn't say it was TV. And I didn't say she lived in Europe." "That's exactly what you did say. Or maybe you meant she lived on Mars?"