Argosy All-Story Weekly, Vol. 124, No. 3 — page 117: what you’re looking at

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THE GALLERY - GODS. at the group of newspapermen—“ and they agreed to help out. Their owners O. K.’d the scheme; and the murder was kept ab- solutely secret from the public and the ‘“We gave you two weeks to get wor- ried, and then announced Conway’s be- quest to charities—it was really in his will —and printed a picture or so of him. You rose to the bait, all right. We couldn't touch you in Nueva Bolivia, but as soon as you boarded the steamer, we had you. We let you come on to New York alone, though, to save trouble. We're much obliged to you, I’m sure.” Lv) U 491 Beckwith suddenly understood. He had not won his revenge and freedom after all. He had not proven himself cleverer than Wells. He had lost, utterly and irrepar- ably. He had been lured into the power of the law by nothing more than silence. But the thing that cut deepest into his heart; that made the cup of his humiliation run over, was a final remark of Wells. The re- porters were listening intently. ‘“‘T guess that’s all, boys,” said Wells in- dulgently. ‘‘ No more to be said. You'll have a good story for the evening editions. Beckwith couldn’t resist playing to the gal- lery gods.” U MY PIPE AND | BY BLAKENEY GRAY MY pipe and I are comrades true— He cheers me when I’m feeling blueg And when he’s feeling cold and grim I set him smoking with a vim. When he’s with me I seem to see Fair visions of sure victory; Great things in store for me and mine, With fortune waiting on the line. Sometimes he sends a purple mist- From out his bowl, by heaven kissed, Which, as it rises, softly seems The very fount of lovely dreams; And in its varied shapes of grace Reveals at last one treasured face That some day I shall hope to see ~ The partner of my pipe and me! - She whom I wed, when she doth know How he hath kept that flame aglow That in my heart hath known no end, Will not be jealous of my friend; But, as we sit and sweetly dream Before the twilight ember’s gleam, In those glad days of loverhood, Will love as I my brierwood! GORGE OOO Colin