COME, TAKE MY HAND

Some really dreadful nonsense about Tulip who decides-intuitively- impulsively-that Atwater Grant, rich, attractive, desirable to and desired by many women, is her man. She marries him, only to have him involved with some table-talkers she meets in the west-Clara Lemont and her husband- who direct him towards some uranium deposits. Tulip, no mean astral personality herself, quickly recognizes the danger Grant is in as he is absorbed by the Lemonts, particularly Clara who tries to kill Tulip when she senses her hostility. Tulip succeeds in having Clara taken to an insane asylum, but Grant then falls ill- of an undiagnosible virus which slowly saps his life. Tulip, knowing that Clara is responsible, contacts her, breaks the spell, and Grant returns to her once more... Mighty fanciful.