Argosy All-Story Weekly, February 7, 1925 — page 152: what you’re looking at

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, £4 Lee PA bP eo eet a) Cala NN Sanne alt Mt Wy hes eye \ } t ‘if 4 THe ‘received in the aggregate sentences far ex- ceeding the years he can expect on earth. Nor is he ever likely to receive a pardon. « The blackest criminal ever tried in our. courts,” the district attorney termed him, nor was the description overdrawn. | The only thing I regretted was the es- cape of skinny Sam. When I voiced my re- egret, Mme. Storey said, smiling soberly: “But, Bella, 1 couldn’t single out. aa z: from among the other inmates just be- cause he was a horrible little wretch, and. - i despised him. I was faced by a difficult. ing, I ought to have handed. them all over to the State, but I had appealed to their friendliness, and if after that I had betrayed . them, I could never have looked myself in the face. The only possible distinction I could make was between slaves and slave- drivers. I caught the drivers, and gave the slaves a chance.” Poor old Pap was found wandering the streets in a half-crazed condition a day or two after, and was returned to Sing Sing to serve out an old sentence. Mme. Storey sub- sequently exerted her influence to secure THE a pardon for him. ever since in a suitable home. — We never saw Bill Combs again. Ts sus- pect he was too much ofa: man. ever to come _to a woman, cap in hand. Nor did we ever ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY, She has supported him hear of Hiney Silo or Tim Helder. Presum- ably, all three of them succeeded in keep- ‘ing out of jail, or we should have known of it. Some time later Sam was arrested for robbing. a woman under peculiarly atro- cious- circumstances—just what you might expect. It went hard with him, for he had an old sentence to serve in addition. We moral problem, my dear. Strictly speak- = _ He had had his chance. : Abell did come to see us—in fact, under _ another name he is working for Mme. She has never had | He is did not feel obliged to interfere in this case. Storey at this moment. cause fo regret giving him a chance. one of the best men we have. We were the means of bringing about a reunion between him and his beloved family, one of the most touching scenes I ever beheld. George Mullen is making a place as a master elec- trician, and Melanie is raising a family. As for myself, I count Abell, George and Melanie among my best friends. END v v v TO YOU OD took a tear from a flower’s heart— Dipped it in clouds of blue: Sparked it with fire, and then let it dart Into the eyes of You. God took the breath of a mother’s prayer— The saddest, yet sweetest He knew; Blessed it and let it melt soft and fair Into the smile of You. God took the fragrance of a dream— "Round it faint echoes blew; Tuned it to carols, and then let it stream Into the voice of You. God took of His heavens a rainbowed part— Breathed on it starlight and dew; Made it, with love and blood nom His heart, A spirit of life—that was You Margery Land Mason. m- = Comicboo 6.600