Argosy All-Story Weekly — page 157: what you’re looking at

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JIM THE WISE. Chicago, similar to the one we started— supposing we had seventy-five thousand be- tween the three of us, which we have, and the diamonds we had yesterday besides, which we could keep in stock or return to Maiden Lane, as we saw fit, or any por- tion of them—what would you twins say to going into the legitimate business?” ‘In that case,” sighed Bob, “ which is too good except maybe for a pipe dream— we'd do it, wouldn’t we, Tommy?” ‘“T should say so,” answered Fommy with an echoing sigh. America was a pretty good country, after all, and now they were leaving it—forever. ‘All right,” continued Jim, “since you boys cotton to the idea, we'll do it.” “Do it?” cried Bob. ‘‘ What you mean U THE QUEST 147 —do it?” The eyes of Bob and his brother fastened on the face of the man they so much admired and respectedeas though they actually began to suspect he was losing his reason, “What you mean, Mr. Jim?” whispered Tommy. “This is what I mean,” replied Jim, ° reaching into the inside pocket of his vest. “This will explain matters better than I can.” Quietly he placed the two pocketbooks side by side on the table, and opening them exposed to the bewildered gaze of the twins those diamonds that two short hours ago they had sold to that famous fence Iikey the Crab for seventy-five thousand dol- lars! U U OF ARCADY ONG I looked for Arcady, | Sought it high and low— Where green boughs wave high and free, Where calm rivers flow. “Tt has vanished,” | made moan; But, you see, I Jooked alone. “Silver streams hath Arcady, — Radiant, shining skies, Flowers that could not fairer be, Seen by human eyes.” By these tokens still I sought— Lonely, all my search was naught. Scarce I dreamed of Arcady In a city str eet, Where no breath of balm could be, But—her eyes were sweet! When they softly on me shone Arcady was all my own! Ethel M. Colson. CoOmmicoooks (C@