Argosy All-Story Weekly, Vol. 123, No. 3 — page 206: what you’re looking at

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488 An Irish terrier has had some difficulty in winning the regard of South Seas Molo; but Michael has finally accomplished it. King Kelly and Nambe have gone back to Bomavalu. Jim Arnold and De Ulloa have operations under way at Cooper’s ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. emerald mine; and the evil destiny that for so long seemed to attach to those wonder- ful green gems has left them. And Nee-Nah? The one-time priestess of Pro-Tay-Us is teaching a gray-eyed youngster to lisp his Christian prayers. (The end.) HEN that sharp, ,authoritative.rap W sounded on the door, that rap which ushered in the ten domi- - nant minutes of such tremendous import to him, Patrick Torblend had just patted his dress tie and was approving. his reflection in the wide mirror. Go back a little. You saw Torblend, after three years in foreign parts, land again in New York and go straight to the now out-of-date hotel which he had always fre- quented in former days. He was like that, a man of exacting habitude.. You saw him, wealthy and in his air coldly complacent, regain in three hours that fine grooming which sets off your professional New York- er, as a bit of crotch-mahogany veneer is. set off by its cunning coats of finish. You saw him; then, call up a certain great house on the Drive. You saw him accept with cool condescension an invita- tion to dinner and the opera—an invitation for which, three years previously, he would have bartered his very soul. And perhaps, during these three years, he had bartered his soul. Digitized by (“Go gle —6coat. ee ee ele Valdard Dengir You saw him dress, alone in his room. The evening clothes fetched from London, most exquisite in material if not in cut; the little belongings of jewelry, from studs to cigarette-case, running up into the thou- sands in current values if not in real worth; the pile of cables and telegrams carelessly tossed on the table, half read, although they involved a million or so in total. And, as he began to tie his bow,-you saw him ap- proach the room telephone and ask to have ice-water sent up at once. It was this act which destroyed him. He finished his tie and slipped into his He stood before the mirror and patted the tie approvingly, eying his reflec- tion with an air of coldly conscious appro- ‘bation. He looked well and knew it; scarce- ly over thirty, his mustache neatly trimmed, his face smooth and plump—looking very vigorous, very polished, very like other faces, trim and cynically prosperous, which flashed by in taxicab and subway and pri- vate car along the avenue. _ Then the sharp, authoritative rap at the door. ——— Lt et el (A) Ss () © Origina-frem (C/o VAN) HE OHIO STATE UNIVERSITY