Argosy All-Story Weekly, April 4, 1925 — page 128: what you’re looking at

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918 But the old fellow, in this moment of un- alloyed bitterness, reckoned without his heart, so weakened by whisky and priva- tion and the ravages of that recent sick- ness. The present excitement was more than it could stand. Scarcely had the prosecutor stopped speaking when J. Trowbridge Farnsworth realized, abruptly, and with all the clarity of a lightning flash across the blackened sky, that he was not to die a failure. He knew just a moment Before it came what was about to happen. Two Step Lou heard him call her name and answered: ‘“‘ Yes, daddie.” THE _bar of justice. ly) ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. ‘Plead ‘not guilty’ my little Tullia,” he gasped. ‘ Pax tecum, carissima.” A faint smile came over his face. The tired old eves slowly closed. For the barest second he held himself erect. Then his head fell forward. There was a brief convulsion, a little sigh. and the last of the Farnsworths lay dead before the But the smile still remained upon the old vagabond's lips—a smile of triumph and joy and everlasting peace. For he had won his first and last law case after all these vears of wasting, and roaming— won a complete victory. he and his new- found partner, Death. END U REVERIE WHEN nymphs roamed through the woodiands, And all the world was young. And spring revived the earth. d2ar. With rondels softly sung: And little buds were blooming, And singing birds atilt, And al! the world was sweet then, And no one thought of guilt; Then love was made for lovers, And no thoughts were amiss, Then woods held mystic shadows. Ieach shadow held a kiss. Then hand in hand we wandered With throbbing hearts and true; And though my lips were silent, Each thought was all for you. Your fondling hand and eyes. dear. Drove other thoughts away— Suppose Time's page flew backward, Made Arcady to-day? Would you and I then wander Through shady, fragrant dell And seek the dusky shadows? Who knows? And who would tell? Mary Adams Stearns. An CO lDOOlK