Argosy All-Story Weekly, February 7, 1925 — page 73: what you’re looking at

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

= ae fae a Boyce had been minimizing the dangers: for Se | WHERE ‘SHE BELONGS. Se abe the sake of keeping Samuel easy; Boyce was. pretty decent. — But. he couldn’t fool Samuel very much if ever a kid had = in dire. agony— = Hah! yy Samuel Harkton arose with a foul, shameless curse upon his lips. He stalked into the living room, reaching it just as his — _ sister-in-law turned from oe the chain : on the outer door. Samuel considered her with altogether unwarranted - emotions. heaved up and down, up aud down. “ Hah!” said Samuel. At this sound, Josephine ee her hum- ming quite abruptly. came up. Her happy eyes. ceased their sparkling and flashed inquiry. = “What, Sam?” “You're back, are you?” boomed from samuel. « Ves, is itr” ~ Of “course. Why? What ime “It’s half past three m fe morning?” snarled out of the a of the house. ‘And for all you—”’ 7 “Now, that’s enough! Do. ‘you a enough?” the young woman interrupted with much energy. browbeat me, Sam Harkton! stay another hour, until the fun was all over, and I didn’t because I had the children on my mind.” “The children! The children! = Sam croaked with a blazing scorn that should - have blistered the very. varnish beneath the souls of her little dancing slippers. — for all the— But— Josephine, oe fale 08- tentatiously, again, was not heeding him at all. Chin high, she sped up the stairs; and Samuel relaxed and groaned and gazed hotly after her, and then tottered about wearily. , turning off lights. _ And now the lights ° were all out se the = windows” and ‘doors were all” locked— and He was Samuel himself (zed = ‘The outer dice was cia soft- Her pretty head = “You may be able to browbeat poor little Nellie until she doesn’t dare call her soul her own, but you can’t — I wanted to— “Well, stood there rigid, frozen, cold sweat pouring down his yellow-white face, listening and ting snot too fae trips to the theater and not too frequent {focal social affairs, eleven o'clock usually four ad ready for slumber. _ A moment he paced ee upper. lend: : ing, with a weary, hazy. thought of stealing in and alee * sure ae his. children still 1is mind and vould have shuffled: on, cee that the portal of the children’s room burst open just then, and Josephine, breathless, incredulous, out- _ aged, a patch of high color on 1 either cheek, was before him. —S _ His big chest. : © Well—vwell, upon my ord Gain Hark ton!” she ‘sputtered — ‘viciously at him, “ Haven't you any brains at alle” “ Wh-what?” rasped- Samuel. - “ Were. you trying: to. ‘kill them to ‘site Nellie?” the absurd young woman panted. “Three solid pounds" of candy and they’d eaten their way almost through the sticky mess! I don’t know! A—a man’s not ex- pected to have auch intellizence; but I think that you—” _ One house to the north, a ee: fade dreamed luridly of the story she had been reading all evening. This dealt w ‘ith dire plots and much dynamite—and now the poor lady sat bolt upright, eyes closed still, and screamed and screamed, and then with a ‘final scream buried herself beneath the covers and waited through awful seconds for the ceiling to fall down upon her. = And one house to. the south lived a cer- tain Herbert Knowles, a light sleeper and_ a very nervous man generally. At the very same second, this Mr. Knowles bouneed from his bed, wide-aw ake, and automati- cally reached for his big revolver with one hand and with the other pulled the switch that turned on every light in the house. He listening for the. next ‘manifestation = the predatory band which, presumably, had just ‘Samuel in bed and. broken In” ‘his vestibule with a battering: = | ram! These two inplessat phenomena. hailed = solely and simply from that unbelievable burst of crashing sound created by Samuel | Harkton ine ‘closing his bedroom door that ‘ly morning. TO BE ‘CONTINUED (NEXT WEEK = comicbook