Argosy All-Story Weekly, Vol. 123, No. 4 — page 87: what you’re looking at

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TEACH: PIRATE DE LUXE. grease stirred some internal-string that up- set him completely. He flopped to the table, and buried his big head in his arms, whimpering hysterically. “ Hold ,up, doctor,” said Teach kindly. “You'll be all right in a minute.” ‘““ That accursed woman always said that if I left her she’d haunt me to the end of my days. And she’s doing it. She’s do- ing it. Haven’t you got a nose, man? Can’t you gmefil it? . ‘“‘She’s doing it here and now. Dyed hair, tawdry jewelry, tawdry dress, fool talk, fool ways. Gr-r-r, they'll all come jibbering before me every day I live. I know it. Damnation, yes, I know it. “ But she can’t get at Laura davai, nor can William. Laura agreed, and we fixed it so. I tell you she agreed. It was the only possrble way.” a U Uv 593 Teach, fli inty- -hearted pirate that he was, was nearly shocked. “¥ can understand your running from that dyed and scented wife of yours, doc- tor, but dash it all, man, you’ve never mur- dered your old sweet heart, have you?” With a jerk Dr. Cray pulled himself to- gether, and stared coldly at his commander. ‘“‘ Captain Teach,” he said, “I am ap- parently to be one of your officers. You will find that I do my duty efficiently. You will find also, that I do not try to pry into your private affairs, and that I abso- lutely decline to allow you to pry into mine. “T will trouble you for another fill of tobacco—mixture if you have it. I believe I told you I had forgotten to bring along my pouch. Thank you. I detest straight- cut tobacco as a rule, as it is bad for the throat.” 16] L © | ’ NEVER A WOMAN GIVES HER HEART BY MARY. CAROLYN DAVIES OE man gives his heart to the sea, And one to the mountain peak, Oné to the mine, where bright rocks shine; And one goes out to seek, On the hundred roads of the ribboned earth One thing by night and day, And what he seeks may be little worth; But he is away, away! One man gives his heart to the sea, And one to the mountain peak, And neither listens nor heeds at all, When the little houses speak, * The little houses with panes alight, With candies shining far, With ready hearth-fires glowing bright, Where the patient women are. One man gives his heart to the sea, And one to the mountain peak; And for all strange treasures that there may be Over the world they seek. But the women listen and wait and weep Bitterly, bitterly; For never a woman gives her heart To the mountains or the sea! O1 pl a : =) PrIic DOOK CO