Argosy All-Story Weekly, Vol. 123, No. 4 — page 55: what you’re looking at

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DEADWOOD. 561 omitting all reference to the mysterious telephone messages which had summoned George Alexander and Mrs. Creveling, -as well as his own discoveries and conclusions. It satisfied Jimmie Ballard, however, and he crowed exultantly. “Oh, boy! That ’ll be some scoop if I get down to the shop in time! Thanks, Mac—I’ll do as much for you some day.”’ At the door McCarty halted him. ‘“Qne second, Jimmie. Every gang has a leader, and I misdoubt but it’s the same in society as down on the docks. Who was the head of the Creveling crowd? Him- self?” ; | Jimmie Ballard shook his head. “No. Usually a woman is the center of any social clique, and Mrs. Creveling has been mentioned more often and more prom- inently than any of her immediate friends, but that is because of the position her family have held for so long. I think the real leader of their crowd is Nicholas Cutter.” This story will be continued in next week’s issue of the ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY, the consolidated title under which both magazines will appear hereafter as one. 4 ‘ R i : . es .* Shae +) “ ~2 4 Sy; | a=, . are f : i a — 644 ia ’ > ; . ms 4 2. rh. ae . 7 v h t2¢ oe. ’ ee Sy SO a tC ~ dohn D. Swain. ISS LETTY wept continuously, her Vi thin shoulders shaking, her dainty cambric handkerchief soggy with the ‘tears she had wiped unavailingly from her pretty, withered-rose cheeks. She had cried at least weekly for nearly three score years; but Dr. Knapp, who had inherited the Pritchetts along with the rest of his father’s practise, had never before seen tears in the eyes of the older sister, Miss Hetty. He was stirred by them more than by the childlike grief of the weaker sister. “It’s an outrage!” he rumbled. ‘‘ Your brother is an impostor!” | Letty dried her eyes once more as well as she could with her crumpled ball of moist cambric. | ‘“ He—he is s-so heavy!” she quavered. ‘He says he is p-p-perfectly helpless and can’t use his muscles.”’ ‘If you two women keep on lifting him AA Digitized by (“Go gle around about six months longer, you’ll lose the use of yours!” Miss Hetty spoke in a dry, unemotional voice which had in its prime been the sweetest soprano of the old meeting-house choir. ‘We wish to be just; isn’t there really enything the matter with Elmer?” “ There is,” admitted Dr. Knapp. ‘ He has a very serious and usually incurable disease known as encephalitis lethargica.” ‘““ Oh!” said Letty,.in an awed whisper, “ Really! Is it as bad as that?” ‘Tt is as bad as it sounds—and its En- ghish name is chronic laziness.” The country practitioner enjoys excep- tional advantages. He not only knows the life history of his patients from the cradle, but he also knows that of their forbears. He knows that gout ‘“ runs” in the Brown blood, and pulmonary ills in the Hicks’; that the Jenneys are inclined to be hypo- Original from (CONN) [](C 6) 0)(O) S (C@) THE OHIO STATE UNIVERSITY