Argosy All-Story Weekly, February 7, 1925 — page 100: what you’re looking at

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570 -Y ought,” agreed William reply “ And next time I will.” Suzanne’s ‘Eyebrows went up the merest tfifle- “Ts that a promise?” she ed sweet- ly. And selecting a large chocolate she took a dainty bite and fed the rest to Sport. “Don’t give that dog candy!” “M-mmmm, good!” murmured Suzanne. “Just think what Helen is missing. Poor Sport! He does so want another nice soft jelly center. And his cruel master ee no. Just this one, Will-yum?” , “Tf you were half as kind to me as you are to my dog—” “Love my dog—love me!” Suzanne gig- gled. “Here’s a jelly center for you, too— just like Sp rts. it? Dad, you'll have some, I know. Come on, Will-yum. Just one. They’re delicious. Just to show tha im forgiven.” bewitching little dimple came and went in her a What could a fellow say to a girl like that? William took a chocolate, although he knew he oughtn’t. Mr. Sprague coughed meaningly, but he coughed too. late. “Get some fae your Sunday throat, dad?” inquired Suzanne innocently.“ ’Scuse me for a minute, folks, while I make my peace with Katie.” And Suzanne and the chocolates vanished within the house. _ “Seems to me you're kinda slippin’ a little,” remarked Mr. Sprague mildly. “Well, you just wait!” William prom- ised. “1 didn’t want to make it too strong, just at first, for fear she might suspect something.” : “Oh, take more, Katie. Take a whole : handful,” came Suzanne’s blithe voice. “William brought them. Wasn’t it sweet of him? chicken pie. You see—” the sweet voice dropped to a confidential murmur. “That girl!” sighed Mr. Sprague. “ The way she gets around people! Yor the land’s sake, boy, don’t let her “wrap you around. her—”’ “ What are you two nas about?” - demanded Suzanne, settling herself at her father’s feet again. = No? Don’t you want | Her laughing face was. very near his own. Her brown eyes danced with mischief, and a long moment. And Pm so sorry I missed the ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. _ “Things no woman should know.” Mr. Sprague winked at William. “ Well, I guess Til teddle down street and see what Sim’s doing.” He rose heavily, — @ Dad—you'll do oe of the sort! You were up till twelve thirty last night, and it isn’t going to do your weak heart any good to play poker half the night again to- night. If you’re going to toddle anywhere you just toddle off to bed, or I'll wire mother to come straight home and take care of you. “ Weak hep ake * growled Mr, Sprague. “ “Vou'd think I had one foot in the grave, way you women folks talk.” “You would have, if we didn’t watch you. You toddle along now and get your beauty sleep.” * “Ho—ho—hum! ” yawned Mr. Sprague ee s ~ Reckou it is =» sboat time for Z G ‘night. ee - Poor dad! e ‘Saranne chee nhc chocolate. “He does love to play poker, Have to keep an eagle eye on Le when ever mother’s away. Se William maintained a dignified silence. Suzanne regarded him thoughtfully for a Then: “ Will-yum, » she de- clared, “ if you’ re going to keep on mak- ‘ing a noise like an oyster I’m going to find some one else to talk to, ’cause I’ve just got to talk to some one this be-eautiful wet “ Meaning your ‘airroute chauffeur?” “William, you are so discerning! Now that dad’s gone, I'll tell you a deep, dark secret. Turky took me for another hop! -And—oh, thrills—we looped the loop, and ‘went into a nose dive—William, you’ve no idea how thrilling it is to be standing on your head about eighteen milion feet above the clouds—” “Suzanne Sprague! You need a guar- dian. Between driving that rattly red tin tomato can at the rate > of fifty-five miles an hour, and—” — == “Thanks, old dear. fied for the job? Think you're acne HI slowed down for very little old bump the way you do— oe et’s go for a spin. No fun Sitting here like two stuffed aes on a ae Tl drive—” S m -ECOMIEcHoo (Eo)