Argosy All-Story Weekly, July 11, 1925 — page 43: what you’re looking at

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

By E. S. PLADWELL Author of “‘ The Fighting Colonist,’’ ‘‘ The Publican,’’ etc. A NOVELETTE—COMPLETE IN THIS ISSUE fashionable upper circles of urban society was so devious that' he often wondered if he would ever get there alive. He had expected to meet well-bred men and well-gowned women in an environment of beauty and graciousness; but before he arrived at this pleasant goal his eyes wit- nessed a scene entirely different. White-caps tossed on a darkening gray sea which seemed to move eternally east- ward tcward bare headlands. Westward, a marching curtain of fog shut out the last of daylight. A tiny steam schooner, hardly the match of a North Sea trawler, slowly swung in toward land, walking into smoke blown from her own dinky stack. Cold air forced wisps of the oily stuff downward so that it TT advent of Stephen Kane into the trickled into a bleak little wheelhouse. Stephen Kane’s calloused hand reached up and closed the most offending window despite a grin of tolerance from a: black- bearded ruffian at the wheel. ‘“No use o’ that, farmer!” grunted the skipper. “ You better not soil your hands, seein’ how you're. goin’ into society so soon!” The young man at the window grinned as his snub nose and sandy hair pressed close to the pane. “Glad you’re keeping me so lily-white!” he drawled. “Huh! You'll git over it if you mingle with them high-toned city people. I seen @ movie once that showed all about ’em. They’re terrible!” The ship swaggered closer to the shore. -197 com JOO - ~ *. ‘S (eo)