Argosy All-Story Weekly, February 7, 1925 — page 126: what you’re looking at

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

By JESSIE HENDERSON HEY were not sure about Slim Devitt in the precinct. Kitty Baird was not sure about him herself. sure about was her secret ‘hope that she couldn’t be falling in love with a man who had been picked up on suspicion and turned loose for lack of evidence more times than any one else in the whole of Hell’s Kitchen. Nobody seconded Kitty’s hope with more fervor than Harry McCall. professed reformation McCall tured a glance dark with the suspicion of a law — abiding citizen, who sees the girl he adores — show interest in the very youth it is his duty to trip. Except when disguised as Santa Claus or his equivalent, most of the men from headquarters have that same Tronic pucker of the lids. No one can ac- quire a reputation as the shrewdest detec- tive on the force without acquiring also this disconcerting, look. McCall had ores poe = Yet if ‘McCall eo Kitty woud ‘come tot her senses as much as ey prayed so, AU she felt. Upon Devitt’s bered, did Kitty derive her looks. there was another who prayed it just as earnestly as McCall. Slirn argued it out = with himself tll the sweat stood on his forehead, till his jaw set at an angle, which usually moved his acquaintances to draw their guns or drop them. And he came at last to the conclusion that a man whom every cop in the precinct would rather get dead to rights than draw an extra week’s pay, could not be called a. suitable match for a girl like ‘Kitty Blair. In any swamp you are likely to find little stretches of firm, wholesome ground on which normal vegetation thrives. Even Hell’s Kitchen had its islands of respectabil- ity, and on one of these Kitty Blair grew up like a wild rose among lagoon weeds. Not from her drab mother, not from the toil-broken father who she dimly Temem- - Some glorious great grandmother back i in the old ~ country, some colleen who ran around bare- foot and had all the fresh milk and fresh air she wanted, bequeathed to Kitty that