Argosy All-Story Weekly — page 11: what you’re looking at

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ARGOSY-ALLSTORY Ge Ee 3 ee ee SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 17, 192838 Vou. CLV AX A KE { “ * By ISABEL OSTRANDER NUMBER 6 Author of ‘‘ McCarty, Incog,’’ ‘‘ Dust to Dust,’’ ete. CHAPTER I. IN THE RAIN, SEVEN FIFTY derby, new only that A afternoon and destined already to be reblocked! Ex-roundsman Timothy McCarty, whose complete transition to civ- ilian attire was still of such recent years as to be a source of secret satisfaction to him- self and of despair to his tailor and haber- dasher, shrugged his broad shoulders be- neath the nobby fall topcoat and trudged sturdily along in the teeming downpour. A walk he had come out for, to clear his head of all that psycho junk he’d been reading, and a walk he would have, but he could 1A think of a place the devil could take this rain to, where it would be better appre- ciated! . The overflow from the brim of the be- mourned headgear dripped down upon a sodden wisp of tobacco depending dejected- ly from beneath his square clipped, sandy mustache, and muddy streams spurted up almost to his knees with every step. It was a mean district, a neighborhood of broken, narrow sidewalks, dilapidated tenements and squalid wooden shacks which became more squalid as McCarty neared the river, although here great warehouses loomed against the lesser darkness of the night sky. It was barely nine o’clock, but scarcely a 801 ComleooOolkSse© im