The Argosy, August 1905 — page 100: what you’re looking at

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Uy of three hundred men formed in a circle about the room and ope ee his given point of interest. ie Feashed the jar his hand shot into the opening, and his fingers closed on a piece of paper. A ridicu- lously simple transaction, yet offering moments of suspense that were highly dramatic. For as the number was high or low, the possessor was correspondingly cle- pressed or elated, and his luelk deplored or approved by his interested friends. MAROONED IN 1492 BY WILLIAM WALLACE COOK, Author of “A Round Trip to the Year 2000,” “Adrift in the Unknown,” ete. A plan to serve the Past with the advantages of the Present, and the harrowing experi- ences that fell out to the participants. CHAPTER. I. TIME & CO., LIMITED. RENWYCK’S forte was the ex- traordinary, and it seemed natural for the unusual things of life to come his way. So it ean scarcely be called an accident that brought that peculiar “ad” to his attention. The paragraph lurked obscurely in the Want Column of his morning paper, blowing across his path with all the outré freshness of a discovery that might lead to startling results. Wantep—A party of courageous men, experts in the various trades, to accom- pany a philanthropie gentleman on a mission of enlightenment to the Middle Ages. Single men only. References ex- changed. An opportunity offers to con- struct anew the history of several be- nighted nations. If interested, call or write. Perorvau Tapscort, No. 198 Forty-Third Street. Trenwyck read it aloud to Blinkers. Blinkers, it may be explained in passing, was a Texas product whom, through earnest solicitation, Trenwyck had undertaken to exploit through the many abnormal phases of his own earcer. _ __- Blinkers was always at high pressure, . = < . «" i ie € rm * = ARGOSY. i ae a pe * i % He was followed from the jar to’ he <a pyramid, where, in exehange for the cash equivalent of the number he had drawn, Sowders gave him a hox con- taining one white, stiff-bosomed shirt. There never was such a night. It reached its height when the disclosure was made that to the justice of the peace fell the pleasure of paying for the three-hundred-dollar shirt, which re- mains to this day the highest price ever paid for an article of this sort within the borders of Colorado. To suit his taste, life had to be piquant with the unexpected. Thrills were his stock in trade, and*he was never so much at home as when tending shop. “Tf I could understand that,” said Blinkers, referrmg to the “ad,” “I don’t know but it would make a hit with me. What does it mean, Tren?” “T give it up,” Trenwyck admitted. “Suppose we take a whirl over on Forty-Third Street and look mto the thing?” Trenwyck agreed, and in twenty minutes a cab set them down in front of Tapscott’s lodgings. A maid opened the door and ushered them up one flight to the philanthropic gentleman’s apart- ments. She was not a nice-looking maid. Her hair was fuzzy with curl papers and her apron should have been at the laun- When she left the two callers she shrugged her shoulders, put her tongue in her cheek and squinted her eyes. _ “What do you mean by that, young lady?” Blinkers asked, 1 the banister as she slou comicbooks.com