Argosy All-Story Weekly, Vol. 189, No. 4 — page 86: what you’re looking at

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Sek AA LA ee ey By BEATRICE ASHTON VANDEGRIFT ever the back lots. I heard it, but — continued perusing the magazine ar- ticle I was reading on “ Why the Modern Wife Is a Failure—By a Bachelor Girl Who Knows.” Time was when, at that self-same honk, I would drop whatever I was doing, promptly apply a pat of powder to my nose, fluff up my bob and skate across the kitchen linoleum to greet him at the door. He always drove across the back lots coming home from the factory. It was quicker than the long way around by Fair- view Boulevard, on which was situated our home. When we first come there the view was only “ fair’ and the Boulevard all “ bull,” but a persuasive salesman had inveigled us into buying a lot and building our little love nest on the installment plan, and by the time we are ready to move it ’ll be paid for. I heard Roy’s honk, but kept on reading. When you’ve been married six long months Co my husband’s homecoming honk $56 you get a little careless. Breaking your neck to meet, on the outside, the same good old Roy you know darn well is coming in- side gets to be a little silly, especially if you are curling your hair or there is a cake in the oven. So though Roy still kept honking his homecoming from force of habit, I re- mained right where I was and kept on do- ing just what I was doing, wry-locked and shiny-nosed. And if Roy sometimes seemed kinda wistful as he tramped through the house to find me and plant a kiss on my cheek or neck or whichever, he never said nothing. On this particular April evening when the sun slunk to sleep over the back lots and the next-door neighbor, home from work, was kidding himself he was growing a garden by the simple delusion of placing fancy seed packages over the graves of the seeds he had planted, I listened to Roy’s honk with my customary indifference. No. Not indifference—just the sweet, Eomicbooks ‘com