All-Story Weekly, Vol. 112, No. 1 — page 56: what you’re looking at

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46 “Come!” he said. ‘‘ Come!” he com- manded, when she hesitated. Then, perhaps — afterward, certainly— Muriel Sangree said in her heart that the Indian was the better man. This was so even if she did become Mrs. Anthony La- throp. Now Lathrop had half dragged and half carried her off through the mud and rising waters to where the flying-boat lifted and turned like a swimming duck. Like a duck it would rise. Not until she was In the machine and the motor was spinning did she see the figure of Blue Ot- ter standing there at the edge of the lake. He stood there naked, lean and perfect, his arms out and his head up, as if he also were on the point of flight; as perhaps he was. (The Lv le} ALL-STORY WEEKLY. There was a splitting roar, a blinding rush, and the flying-boat was wrenching it- self free from the clutch of the earth. It was free. It tilted and soared. It came around in a long loop. Perhaps Lathrop wished to convey some message to Blue Otter. Muriel Sangree saw the Indian. His face was still up. He was still standing where she had seen him last. It was as if their eyes met. He raised an arm to her in a gesture of farewell. _For a time he was there with the first light of morning on him. Then the rip- pling waters had closed over him. Amid this scudding roar of the white man’s power and magic, the future Mrs. Lathrop bowed her head and wept. end.) U v THE INEVITABLE IF BY DOROTHY DEJAGERS [F you can shop and curb your inner ravings At insufficent help and rough-neck crowd, And watch the rapid shrinkage of your savings, Indifferent, serene and placid browed; If you can rise at six to light the tree up, And set afire a brand new woolly lamb, And have the ladder fall and skin your knee up, Without a fierce desire to mutter: ‘‘ Damn!” If you can kiss an unattractive spinster Who stands beneath a sprig of mistletoe, Without a hunch that you deserve Westminste? For such heroic valor, don’t you know; If you can share your room with country cousins, And with a welcome, too, that isn’t blufi— Accept a gift of which you’ve several dozens, And pull that just-the-thing-I-wanted stuff; If you can carve the goose so it resembles The work of some accordion-plait machine, And rise above the way your finger trembles, And meet the nudging jests with smile serene; And if you can with mood and manner mellow Pay all the bills, and even think the fun Is cheap at that, then you’re a reg’lar fellow. What’s more:, you’ve got the Christmas spirit, son, comiclboolk C©