Life — October 25, 1923 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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LIFE Direct from the Sting Dynasty H, Dick!” gasped charming Lucy Randall. “Stop, please. Do you mind?” She at him iously as he slowly brought the car to a halt, his expression of momentary dissatisfaction gradually melting to one of resignation. “Well, what is it?” “We've gone by. Do backing a littl aS AUN looked anx- you mind 1-trained husband. |, when the manceu- “Look...in that shop...wouldn’t they be adorable on the dining-room mantel!” “TI feared the worst,” he observed quietly vre was completed. ” were a pair of single-tone Chinese . deep purple, overlaid with that smoky bloom known to the instructed as “scum of the pond,” which is beautiful than it sounds. Lucy had chosen shrewdly. It was Dick’s favorite color, as she knew; and he didn’t. more By George S. Chappell “They are good-looking,” he con- ceded. “They're simply exactly the right size. ask about them.” She assumed .his concurrence by slipping from the car, and he fol- lowed. “Three hundred dollars!” She gasped when, a moment later, they stood outside the shop after a brief interview with a very top-lofty sales- man. “It’s all rot,” he snorted. “What they, after all?—a couple of jugs!” “But “What something ?” “Sting or Stung dynasty,” was his comment. But the lure of beauty had caught them. Fascinated, they gazed through the window. Lucy’s face was rapt, soulful. “I can just see them in place,” she murmured. “Come on, let’s get out of this,” he said. “It's dangerous!” stunning !...and Oh, Dick, let’s are they're was it he old,” urged’ Lucy. said? Ming, or She detected a ray of hope in this admission. “Do you suppose we ever could? .” she asked as they drove away. ow listen, Honey,” he warned, “don’t go jumping into things. Just because that pale, pink person snifty doesn’t mean that he ¢ reasoned with. This is mid--cason, In a few weeks people will begin going back to town and you'll find Mr. Pretty in there will be rc talk business. I’m a close buy His face hardened into th: look that filled her with a despairful pride. “But some one will be sure +) buy them,” she mourned. “I don’t know many three-hw dred- dollar customers in: Hyanni ob- served, “and most of the motors down the Cape go through as ‘ the devil were after them.” The summer waxed and wane'|; the city folk, one by one, packed up their belongings and departed. Ani the vases remained. On a cool September morning Dick slipped into the little (Continued on page 27) ‘as so Vt be ly to grim rt of oing Passerby: WHAT'S THE IDEA OF THOSE WORKMEN DESTROYING THAT HOUSE? Real Estate Agent: WELL, YOU SEE, CITY FOLKS LIKE TO RECONSTRUCT ABANDONED FARM HOUSES— SO WE'RE GETTING THIS READY FOR THE MARKET. comicbooks.com