Argosy All-Story Weekly, February 7, 1925 — page 101: what you’re looking at

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people!” = Suzanne reach | WILL: AM TRIES THE ROUGH ST UF = ~ “ No—thing doing!” declared ‘William = | emphatically. 7 Ze _ “Oh, of course, ‘if you’ re afraid Pu hurt your ald ac “Mine isn’t an old c car. Remember that, - And I’m not afraid of your hurting it, be- cause yowre not going to drive: it: again until you get sense.” - Why—why William — Roser Rigby! What a nasty remark! Was I the one who bent that left front fender—answer me that. Have I ever as much as. s scratched your precious car?” “Some fools,” declared William, ) luck! ” He lighted a cigarette with a band - that was not quite Steady, in the Ione silence that followed. “Well — - the — “nerve = - of - —— - some - — ed for his ease, ex: — tracted his cigarette expertly just as he = She rosardetl shine anest 4 eaten, age ‘brows drawn together i in a -puzzled_ frown, was taking his second long, heartening puff, and used it for a lighter. The old man’s : advice was simply — ee ae it like a lamb! aL Sue was —__* Are you getting nervous, or did you mere- ly bounce out of the wrong side of the bed this” morning?” = = ‘cigarette. ously.” =e Suzanne—” — ‘William ee — ““ William—yow’re so nice—until. you get ~ serious!” the romantic-est-—Will-yum! Thin ing cunnin’ twin beds, and—and baby car- “Oh, you can’t pu ‘me off this time! Pm going to talk seriously, -and you're g0- ing to listen — for once in your: young life!” = “ William, =. you get serious scream!” “ Of course,” William ignored the Jevity, “TI know that the furniture business. isn’t— romantic. It doesn’t stack up very well with — riding through pink clouds for a living—” “Who ever said it wasn’t romantic?” Suzanne tossed her cigarette away wifh a dramatic gesture. “Why—I think AES just ! Sell-— : “tlages—” — “Tisten to me, Seine » William toyed | closer and fixed her with ea steely gaze. es Tm “T went to talk to you—seri- 571 in dead earnest now. to marry me2” “What a thrilling Sool? ” giggled - Suzanne. ae thirty-ninth, isn’t it?” Then her face sobered. “Oh, that wasn’t kind! William, ‘you ‘re an old “peach, and we ve had = heaps of good times together. WwW hy will you spoil it—this way? Wh good friends?” “Do you talk this way to — red- headed mechanic when he makes ws: to your = 3 “One more remarks like ‘that, William Rigby, and L'll go straight in ‘Hie: house!” “Oh, no, you won’t! You'll sit right here ‘and jisten. to me!” And William’ 'S hand closed firmly” round” one of her-slim _ wrists. .A gasp, a wrench, a flying leap that sent what remained of the chocolates roll- ng down the steps, and— the front door closed behind Suzanne with a bang. William -stared blankly into space. ‘Sport. retrieved the chocolates one by one, unrebuked, un- rt Then he came and poked a cold r nose e into she master’s listless hand. “ Just a lit-ile lo-0- “Ue, a lit-ile ki-iss,” sang the lady next door i a rich, sy yrupy contralto. William rose, stumbled * ‘over the _lid of the candy box, and sent it. half way across the lawn with one vicious - kick. =e “Rough stuff—hell!” ” he muttered. Il. _ But he was back again, next evening. He drove up boldly, fortified by. a fetching new tie, his week’s salary, and the gratifying knowledge that he looked, and was, a thor- oughly eligible young man. ‘Suzanne, ina new and becoming orchid organdie, was 0c- cupying the porch swing. 7 “Oh, it’s you!” she ai Her em- phasis was not promising, —_- == Same old faithful. What. about a spin?” Tt was thus - nonchalantly that Molen brid eed the gap. -Suzanne’s ‘straight ‘brows went - up the “merest trifle. “Of course you’ve come to see dad, because I don’t ‘Yemember your __ asking | to come to see me. He’s gone down. to the post office. Tf you walk down. Maple Street see be sure to find. him.” When are you going Why can’t we =e — on being— “comicboo (e(e)