The Argosy, August 1914 — page 93: what you’re looking at

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NOBODY LOVES: A: LOSER. admit it. The Jew had put him ina line of work which was enjoyable and profitable. He had treated him not only with fairness. but generously. No- body. was. more capable of realizing all this than Jack Garrett. He appreciated it, also. © When the glamour of Naw York’s night life had faded: he had. been able to appraise his own conduct in the partnership, and had found it sadly lacking. He would have liked to say as much to. Sam in the course of. their walk. But these are things. men find diffieulty in telling one another. If only an opportunity arose to demonstrate his gratitude in physical or material way, he thought, how gladly he should. seize it. But the thought was.a boyish one. Sam Levine was too important and. pros- perous a personage to need his help. A parallel line of thought nearer the surface of his mind concerned itself with his former manager's probable reasons for. inviting him to training headauarters. The ~explana- tion of an overlooked debt was too evidently a ruse to be entertained for a moment. He revolved.many and various pos- sible motives, and dismissed them all. The true one never for an instant occurred. For as they strolled across ~the grass, Sam puffing and perspiring in the close, muggy atmosphere—the wind had. died. and thunderheads were marshaling along the western. horizon —a figure rose out. of a chair on the piazza and stood awaiting them: A single glance sent. Jack running ahead with the astonished cry: “Uncle Lawrie!” The man thus addressed returned the greeting with equal warmth. He met Jack half-way, grasped the out- stretched hand, and. patted him affec- tionately on the shoulder. “Jack, my boy!” he exclaimed. “T. could. hardly believe | had found you at last. Why did you do it?” They stood studying one another SOMe briefly before Jack replied. Despite the difference in their years, the fam- ily resemblance was inescapable. Lawrence Follansby was as tall a man as his nephew even yet, in his late sixties. The easy life he had led had. left few traces on his face. Gentleman was the word one would intuitively have applied. His expression was of kindness and indulgence. As. Jack looked into his eyes he. felt himself more an ingrate than. ever before for having caused his. generous. guardian anxiety. ‘ “T was ashamed to face you again, Uncle Lawrie,” he replied. “ You told me the next scrape I got into I could. get out of by myself. It wasn’t a. creditable row either. J had no excuse.” “But you knew [ didn't mean it, Jack,” the \older man returned. ‘ f tried. in every possible way to get track of you, even through detectives. You seemed to have vanished. out of the world.” Sam, having followed at a. more leisurely pace, mounted the piazza: and threw himself into a reed. chair, where he struggled for breath. Jack took his unele by the arm and led him to a seat. “T. went. in the navy,” briefly. “But, Great Scott, Jack, if. I had known you had. any inclinations that way I could have got you a commis- sion. The idea of a Follansby—and the last of our line, by the way— shipping before the mast. It’s—it’s incredible.” “They ‘don’t have masts now, uncle,” ‘said Jack, smiling—‘“‘ only fighting masts: But I didn’t disgrace the name, for two reasons. One, that I shipped as Jack Garrett, and. the other that it’s no disgrace if a man does his duty. JI got an honorable discharge.” “Yes, yes, I know all that, boy. But—well, never © mind. seem to have done you any harm: tYou’re looking remarkably fit.’’ he explained 83: It doesn’t COMMICOOOKS (E@)