Argosy All-Story Weekly, April 19, 1924 — page 28: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

OAs aa be AD Ast A AN eld) "on re : Pre eae PSP i Puy he) PPP hae ne hitons enc Cee ha) ” é 498 “I came, Mr. Dunbar, to tell you not to go. But now you must go. After listen- ing to you talking of our clipper, I am more proud than ever that the Valkyrie car- ries my flag. I know that you will bring honor to that flag.” ‘TI hope so, Miss Williston.” “T know you will.” They had come to the end of the lower beach, where a thick clump of bushes grew up to the main road. As they passed along, Richard thought he heard a stirring in the ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. underbrush. Glancing back quickly, he was just in time to catch a glimpse of the face of Nat Gertridge, spying upon them as they passed in the moonlight. The face was in- stinct with quenchless hate, a hatred that could pursue, and not grow weary. Mary noticed Richard’s startled move- ment, and looked back also, but the slink- ing figure had withdrawn. “What did you see, Mr. Dunbar?” ‘“ Just somebody’s goat, prowling around in the night.” TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK w KAZA— vw vw OMAHA | HEARD it through the radio, The sweetest song I ever heard, Sweeter than any sound I know Of violin or warbling bird. It filled my soul with ecstasy, A yearning and a trembling awe; Such bliss, such rapture came to me From KAZA Omaha. The Judson Baptist Sunday school Furnished the concert of the night; ~ And out of it her song, so cool, So sure, so strong, so dear, so bright. A girlish solo, but it seemed My very inmost soul to draw, Revealing all my life had dreamed In KAZA Omaha. And since, at every evening hour I turn the disk to 34, And hope to come within the power Of that sweet soaring voice once more. But jazz and jumble, clash and gong, Opera show and raven’s caw, And never again the angel’s song From KAZA Omaha. Amos R. Wells. Eomichooks (S@)