Argosy All-Story Weekly, February 7, 1925 — page 99: what you’re looking at

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

WILLIAM TRIES THE ROUGH sm UEF. not go campin’ just yet. Better stick SS Goin’ to fish, was you?” - = “ Sure. thing. Lots of fish out in . the old - South Bay now. ee “Haven’t been fishin’ this 5 year,” ‘sighed = fresh outburst of song from the lady — Mr. Sprague. ‘“ Ma’s so afraid Vl exert myself, with my weak heart—” — ‘The quiet of the street was shatiered by a takish red roadster that teetered perilously _ round the corner and shivered to a stand- still with a shrill shrick of brakes. _ * Sufferin’ saints!” exploded Mr. Sprague. “The way that fool drives!? = “Tis Suzanne, driving! ee William cor- rected crisply. a Honestly, Mr. Sprague, you ought to talk to her about the way she drives. She ’ll get killed some day!” _ Suzanne sprang lightly out of the « driver’s” seat. “ Four thirty, north court,” came her clear young voice. _ tumble. ing both eyes and ears. == Ae tight,. make it six then, but that — will only give us an hour to 2 said Su- zanne distinctly. 2a “You see!” snorted. Mr. Spraca gue. William saw. Turkington’ s bright == ted hair had plainly never known slickem. Obviously, he had not read “Wha less, sleeves. rolled up and- the « ec lar of his— soft shirt turned in so that a wide tanne V of throat and chest was exposed, Turk- ington ‘sat in that old red junkheap of a- car as if he | were sitting on the world—sat and chinned with Suzanne. Both were ap- parently oblivious of their disapprovi ing, au- dience on the porch. “Well, of all the nerve—” William. You light into the kid ‘200d an” hard!” Mr. Sprague admonished him. Finally Turkington slid over to the driv- | er’s seat. ‘So long!” he called, and the battered red car moved. aw ay with scarcely a sound. ~ Suzanne ood and Se it Sak 2 2 sight around the corner, to W illiam’. ’s in- tense ‘disgust. _ Then she came swiftly up the front ‘steps, poised there. as gracefully <a e young ‘swan, and peered. into the shad- ows in mock concern. And standing there, her big-b brown eyes. dancing with mischief, 3 Followed a low bass — | William Jeaned forward, Sian z her pretty ae and kissed him. | : * point seventeen in. ‘the __ Gentlemen. should al- ‘Oh—cheer 4p hat the | = Young Man Is Wearing. Le -Hatless, coat- “growled } ae short. dark Le a mass of © Windblews = curls. framing a piquant, pointed. little face, she was. enougs to make any man’s heart beat faster. «“ Well, look. who’ s herél” sic eel. A door was her only answer. “ William— aren’t I just the limit! Keeping you waiting We went over to the flying field, and Turky took me all through. ike this. I’m sorry. the plant—showed me just how the planes _are made. expected. We went up into—I think they call it the air -chamber—and watched a darling little new model. _fly around, just exactly as if some one was driving it.” — - A long, pregnant silence. “Oh, don’t be cross!” Suzanne took the last two steps at _a bound. “Say something, somebody! Dad, is this the ‘proper * way to greet the prodigal daughter?” - against his, ‘coaxingly. And it took ages longer than we “She laid her smooth cheek = Solemnity doesn’t im “the least. become you, Please smile for — me, dad. -That’s = William, Ww ays 1 rise to preet ‘the lady. Will-yum! Nobody’s dead.” “Not yet!” agreed William eee Mr. Sprague growled: ns ‘Had your sup- per, young Jady?? “Sure.” Suzanne ae a, fat. ‘cushion better!” And she pouted ‘from the s swing and settled her slim, cream = flannel clad self on the top step wilh her back against a pillar. Sport camie over and- ‘Two ham- wiches, hot from the lunch wagon. Dill pickles. thrust his head into her lap. burger and onion san Coffee— Poh!” snorted: William. “Fine kind of grub to feed a jane!” _ “This jane loved it,” Suzanne declared : “Well, you better go inside and _ tell. “ She’s _ ‘Katie, u Suzanne’s father put in. been keeping stuff hot for hours.” = —S Good ‘old ‘Katie! v8 for oh — - Will- aml Chocolates! Be Suzanne’ reached out a slen-- _ der tanned hand and took the box from. his _ Teluctant grasp. ‘ And I don’t deserve ’em. You ought to give : re, them to” Helen a some other nice Don’t deserve ’em at all. girl, Eomicbooks. (Ee)