The Argosy, Vol. 82, No. 3 — page 97: what you’re looking at

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HIS MAD MOVE ON THE MOVIES. “and this,” he added, taking the unopened pay envelope from his vest. He tossed them both contemptuously upon the table. Idly she counted the money, opened the envelope. ‘“What’s that?’ Arthur asked, as a slip of paper fell out with the tinted check. “Great Heaven! If he’s fired me on top Idly she of it all—” ‘“But—but—” Eleanor’s eyes were star- ing at the check. ‘Why, Arthur—what’s this? Arthur! Look here! Arthur!” But he had picked up the slip of paper. His eyes too were bulging. “Listen to this,” he shouted. ‘Eleanor, listen to this! He says my improvements have made good. He says—he says they’ve made him fifty thousand dollars. And— what’s that check for? He speaks of a bonus. What—” ee oad 471 “Tt’s—it’s five thousand dollars,” Elea- nor whispered as if the words scared her. “And my salary is to be fifty a week hereafter. Old Morrison—he says I’ve been showing myself worth more wages. Teswta?? “We can keep the house,” he fairly shouted. “We can save the piano.” “We can live—we can put a little by for that new one when he comes.” “Oh, Arthur—aren’t you glad you took that money back to the bank?” But words were not sufficient for them. They were in each other’s arms again. Eleanor was sobbing as she had not sobbed before. Arthur found his eyes growing misty. And, somehow, they both found them- selves finishing their happy embrace on their knees. 5 tephen Brandish Author of “‘The Name of Martin Hoffman,” etc. A THREE-PART STORY—PART ONE. CHAPTER I. FORTUNE’S ROLLER-COASTER. = AR babies!” echoed Thomas Morely, artist. “War babies,” repeated his very good friend, James Darton, quite serenely, ‘How much did you invest in them?” “Every cent I owned, Tommy—nearly eight thousand dollars. Twenty-eight hun- dred and something, which I had saved, ~ and the five thousand that came to me from poor old granddad’s estate.” Mr. Morely smiled sadly. In the ripe wisdom of his thirty years, he felt that he understood fully. CoOnnicloool< (C@