The Argosy, Vol. 84 No. 2 — page 70: what you’re looking at

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252 I knew half what some of them know. And they’ve spent three days making up a report. Know what they said was the reason for the time spent?” Phillips could only shake his head. ‘They said they wanted to learn, if they could, how you’d done it. Old Ore- cao—he’s the real learned doctor of the outfit—says he’s been in plants in all the places where every prospect pleases and only man is vile, and this one’s got ’em all shaded. He’s going to recommend to the government two more visits here after you’ve got your scheme worked out a lit- tle further.” ‘“ But—but the charges?” ‘“ Say, Grindy—they’re going to charge you with heroism. <Ain’t it awful? Gee! I don’t know. It’s the first place I ever saw over three miles from Broadway where I could even think of living. But it’s no use for me. You're already en- gaged to the chief attraction.” THE “WT’S a bit rough,’ mused Holt, his eyes fixed speculatively on the vivid scene before him. “It’s a bit rough on a chap to have no one to bid him good-by and God-speed and weep down ei a ~~ Leigh Gordon Gilfner THE ARGOSY., ‘““No—not yet,” Phillips answered. “Not yet!” echoed Netcomb merrily. ‘“ For the love of Mike don’t tell any of the commission. They’ve called you wise in two spots in their report. They’ll get you yet for criminal neglect of oppor- tunity.” But they didn’t. Phillips turned again to meet them as they came down the pier, bowing, smiling, apologizing for having inconvenienced him, congratulating, prais- ing enough to have turned an older and wiser head than his. And as for criminal neglect— > Well, if this gets dramatized into a movie, it will end up with the usual pretty scene before the altar. That priest came along all right six weeks ago; and they got around the difficulties of religious dif- ferences with him somehow. Those three little shacks of the peons aren’t going to be the only homes at the Gordon town by any means. END. his neck and urge him to write and not - to take rash chances or drink unboiled water or forget to read the Testament that was his mother’s—” “Tt is rough,” agreed a voice. COMMicCooolkX< Gc EO