Pulp Fiction, 1922 · page 46 of 126
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# Page Description This is a story illustration and prose page from an early-20th-century pulp magazine. The black-and-white illustration depicts what appears to be a dramatic scene at a doorway or entrance, with a woman and man in the foreground and another figure visible in the background. The story, titled **"Come On Over!"** and credited to author Rupert Hughes (fictionized by Elizabeth Chisholm), concerns an Irish woman named Shane O'Mealia who traveled to America seeking her sweetheart. The visible prose describes Shane's arrival in Ellis Island and her subsequent visit to locate a man named Michael Morahan in Ireland, with plot complications involving touring cars and a fashionable shop. The narrative focuses on romantic and immigrant-themed drama typical of pulp fiction of this era.
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“Come On Over!” S Shane O’Mealia sat on the driver’s seat of the express wagon, he was musing—thinking of his home land across the sea and of the dreams and hopes that were waiting for him there. After two years in America they were just as dear to him, and just as remote as they had been when he landed at Ellis Island—as fresh and green as the very sod of the “auld country.” After two years in America he was just as far from making them come true! Moyna Killiea—she was the very essence of these dreams. He could still see her as he had last seen her, sitting upon a stone wall waving her farewells to him. The rising sun had made magic with her unbound hair, it had made the tears upon her cheeks glisten like jewels. Small wonder that he had come running back to her, that shaken with sobs of hon- est emotion, he had taken her fiercely into his arms. “Tt's because I love you so that I’m lavin’ you,’ he had told her. “But in New York I'll be soon makin’ a million shillin’s a day and I'll send for you out before you know I’m gone!” Moyna’s voice had trembled as she answered him. “There’s beautiful women there in droves,’ she told him, “and they'll soon have your heart in their hands.” But he answered ardently, “How will they get my heart when I’m lavin’ it here under your feet?” Well, the million shillings a day had not materialized. So often modern Jasons come sailing to America to find the well 46 By RUPERT HUGHES Fictionized by Elizabeth Chisholm About a lass who came all the way from Ireland to answer the call of her heart “Shane O" Melia—what a pretty name!" gai Judy as she signed the book advertised golden fleece, and so often they are doomed to disappointment! For the streets of our city are not covered with coin of the realm. Sometimes even the silver lining of our storm clouds would seem to be only nickel- plated. Shane had gone at once, upon landing, to the home of Michael: Morahan, the well-to-do son of an old neighbor in Ireland. And there he had made his home, while he found jobs and lost them, in rapid succession. There he had made his home and there he had built plan after plan to send for his sweetheart. But the plans never seemed to come to any- With a sigh Shane got down from the driver’s seat of the express wagon, and started to lift down a box that he was to deliver at a fashionable shop. It was at that moment that a big touring car drew up at the curb, and a little fat man with a belligerent expression climbed out. ‘The little man was gloriously full of the stuff that Volstead made famous—and so were his companions, who remained in the car. OYS,” said the little man, turning to address said com- panions, and pointing to the shop that was Shane’s des- tination, “Thass my daughter’s new store— Smartes’ girl in the world. My little Judy Dugan!” With bewildered eyes Shane looked upon the name plate upon the door. “Mlle. Julie Du’Ganne, Modes de Paris,” it said in gold letters. Gom icboo (S com