Argosy, Vol. 111, No. 1 — page 171: what you’re looking at

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BLONDE OR twitching. ‘‘ What were you investigating ‘about that?” he demanded. : ‘“‘T am going to prove it’s not so,” asserted Kenneth, looking at Helen and her dark beauty with eyes that were brimming over with love. “ Ah, a great light begins to dawn,” said Mr. Dunham. ‘And have you brought your investigation to a satisfactory conclu- sion ?”’ ‘Yes and no,” said Kenneth. ‘I’ve proved the lady who made the statement was all wrong, but I should like to con- tinue my research on my particular sub- ject; but with your permission, of course, sir.”’ “ Don’t you mean with my permission?”’ asked Helen, placing her-hands on his shoul- ders. Kenneth looked from one to the other— his boss and his new divinity. Mr. Dun- ham surveyed them, then shrugged his shoulders. So Kenneth answered Helen di- rectly. “Yes,” he whispered. ‘‘ With your per- mission.” As he raised his arms, the pho- tograph he had taken fell to the floor. Mr. BRUNETTE. 161 Dunham saw it, and smiled with great relief as he turned to examine his burglar-alarm window. ‘I was beginning to think you had des serted me,”’ Kenneth accused her. “Oh, ye of little faith!’” she said. ‘ Father’s burglar-alarm which held you captive here at the same time automatically barred the door to my room. I had to break*the glass ig the transom and climb through to reach you. Why, I must be a perfect sight.” ‘You are as beautiful as a rose-garden at dusk,” whispered Kenneth. Mr. Dunham went to the table where the plans were. ‘I’m sorry, but [ll have to throw your scheme out of the competition. You’ve forfeited your chance to win the big prize this year.” ‘““T don’t want it,” said Kenneth. ‘It would take me away to Paris, and I can’t go now. I’ve won a bigger prize that will keep me here.” And his “ efficient ” brunette reached up and efficiently approved his remarks by giv- ing him a most efficient and thoroughly lovable kiss. ETE watched with overt intolerance the clumsy, amateurish efforts of Ed Mason, who was desperately but fu- tilely trying to chop the tough, thick husk irom a coconut. it no longer. ‘Mistah Ed, don’ you know you can’t 11 Arcosy Finally he could stand git dat husk off’n dat coconut wid no hatchet? Dat ain’ no way to doit. Han’ it heah.”’ Pete took the nut over to three sharp wooden stakes, placed to form a triangle. Inserting the smaller end of the nut in this rude husking machine, he gave two og GoMmiGcsoo (C(O) 3}