Argosy All-Story Weekly, February 12, 1927 — page 126: what you’re looking at

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

J t ‘ p ne > AYES long session with Bowery Smoke as the prin- cipal recreational element. What puzzled the police was the presence in Jones’s pocket of some fifteen hundred dollars in cash. In / view of the disheveled appearance of the men, they were held on an open charge while the latest reports of robberies were scanned. Later, when the prisoners recovered suffi- ciently to talk with partial coherence, they told a rambling story of having found the money in an old stove which a junk dealer had hired them to remove from a house in First Avenue. In handling the stove, Smith said, he and Jones had turned it on its side. The door flew open and what appeared to be a mass of newspapers fell out. Jones de- clared that in replacing these, his hand came in contact with something which turned out to be a roll of bills wound with a rubber band. This he slipped into his pocket and, ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY, since the incident, he and Smith had been celebrating their luck. Upon investigation, the police discovered that this wild story coincided with that told by a Mrs. Anna Conti, who had reported the loss of sixteen hundred dollars through the sale of an old stove in which her husband had hidden the money. The cash was re- stored, greatly to the relief of its owners. Sam leaned back in his chair and sighed. Then, digging into his pockets, he drew out a torn bit of newspaper, scanned it: FOR SALE—One small second-hand safe. Owner going out of business. “T wonder,” Sam mused, “ could I sell it to Mr. Conti.” THE END Le} Le} Le} THE WINDING ROAD HE long and straight road lies ahead In one unchanging line Without a single challenge To the fancies that are mine. In one intense monotony It follows on its course— No curves to cause illusions, No imagination’s source. But on the twisting, winding road Each curve inspires a dream. Will each new bend unfold to view A fairer scenic scheme? What new sensations lie in wait Beyond the curve ahead? A scene to make my pulses leap— Or sadden me instead? =z : So give to me the winding road s With prospects unforeseen, =e _ For one who courts adventure = In a world that’s too serene. | ee ae ee > . =a 3 ee mae Ln ian wen gel 44 cab +!’ a — oS Re — z en 7 - — ~~ a; Fi Et a Pe A Re Pal Nn os : = . ae hee ache ae at oe “ Se Sg SE he Ne EA al en Se a ee —— — ra Ss : oo Sm ae in to ves os eee Eomicbooks.com