Argosy All-Story Weekly, November 12, 1927 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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

By JOE WEIL A NOVELETTE—COMPLETE IN THIS ISSUE HE wind whistled over the Jersey meadows, sweeping a curtain of snow in its chilly blast. It looked like the beginning of a blizzard, and it portended nasty hours ahead for the air mail flyers. But it is a well known fact that ‘“ wind nor storm nor gloom of night” has failed to keep the couriers of Uncle Sam’s post office service from the swift completion of their appointed rounds. And that goes for the young, red-blooded, adventure-loving fellows who spin the mail across the three thousand miles of air line from coast to coast in thirty hours. The wind was certainly here, and in good measure. As for the storm and the gloom, they could not have been thicker if manu- factured for a movie shot. In the flood lights that swept over the New Brunswick air mail port one could see that the “ wind nor storm nor gloom of night ” line was more, much more, than a mere slogan, for the roar of an air- plane engine, warming up, added its basso to the shrill tenor of the wind. Its deep- throated note came booming across the field to a shed, and one of the assistants con- sulted his watch—it showed a few minutes to ten o’clock—and picked up the final mail bag. He shouldered it, plowed through the shallow snow to the plane, and dumped his burden into the cockpit. Already a mechanic was hurrying toward the office to notify the pilot. The Chicago mail was ready to “ hop.” In the office Glenn Kerry was bundling himself up in readiness for his eight-hour battle with the elements. Kerry was a splendid type of pilot, just turned thirty. If there is such a thing as being a little too handsome for a male, most persons would have called him guilty of this. Some actually did. Except for the clean, manly jaw line, his face looked younger than his thirty years, and certainly the gray-blue eyes were the eyes of an adventurous, and even mis- 593 COMMICGLOOKS (C@