Pulp Fiction, 1916 · page 11 of 208
The Argosy, Vol. 82 No. 4 — page 11: what you’re looking at
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THE ARGOSY JULY, Vol. LXXXII 1916 No. 4 Author of “A Mystery of Roscoe Conkling Park,” “Too Terrible for War,” etc. A FULL CHAPTER I. THE FACE OF THOMAS BATTERSON. War Joyce Kendry swung her red car from Tremont Avenue into Boston Road and came to a stop at the foot of the Subway stairs, all West Farms Square stood at attention. For Joyce Kendry was as much an institution of Tremont as the Bergen Building. Everybody knew her. She was called the Queen of the Bronx, and for beauty the title fitted her. But she had more than beauty, Her kindliness of heart was as well known as her gold-brown hair. She had a ready wit. 1A BOOK-LENGTH NOVEL COMPLETE. Moreover, she was the daughter of James Kendry, lawyer, politician and a power in the county. She sat in the car, known as well as her father, and a gift from him, as though per- fectly unconscious that a hundred pairs of eyes were fixed on her. “Fanning, my sister, Joyce. ning.” The two, thus abruptly introduced, for a crowd had descended the stairs, looked into each other’s eyes. Joyce Kendry was ac- customed to introduction and the adoration of men, She smiled and held out a small white hand from which she had removed the glove, Joyce, Fan- 577 NOOK = a (C@