Argosy All-Story Weekly — page 33: what you’re looking at

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By BERTHA LOWRY GWYNNE A NOVELETTE—COMPLETE IN THIS ISSUE ANNY LOCKLYN BROOKE, the F young mistress of Loch Lyn, sat on her veranda reading a story about the West. Occasionally she lifted her head to look down the narrow brown road which wound its way past the little Virginia plan- tation set on a mountaintop, and lost itself in the deep woods which bordered a moun- tain lake. It was time for Jimmy Gillespie to ‘be coming with the mail. She turned a page and was translated into alien lands. Here adventurous folk—men and women—lived and loved and fought valiantly. It stirred her deeply. She hoped that some day she could see the West. For Lynnie Brooke, who had been named for her great-aunt, the beautiful Fanny Lock- lyn, had herself never so much as glimpsed the great world outside. And she was nine- teen years old. A barefooted boy riding leisurely on a gray mule emerged from the black woeds. Lynnie rose unhurriedly and went down to the gate to meet him. A crow fluttered from the top step and followed her, walk- ing and flying. She was a tall girl; her uncorseted figure, straight and full, suggested endurance and a gallant intrepidity. Her deep gray eyes under straight black brows were tender and serene, but there rested in them a look belonging to the mothers of strong men—a hint of fortitude. Her brown hair showed copper colored in the April sunlight. One knew before hearing her speak that her voice would be low-pitched and pleasant. Jimmy Gillespie had drawn rein and was waiting for her, grinning shyly. The adora- tion of his fifteen years showed on his freckled face. “ Howdy, Miss Lynnie,” he said, and 823 Cconmmicoooks CO