Argosy, Vol. 117, No. 3 — page 62: what you’re looking at

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O12 “Doc! You here! Dr. Benton stepped into the room, quieted the leaping exuberance of Sulfur’s greeting, and went to the bed. Very quiet- ly he said: “ Polly, I’ve come to take you home with me.”’ The girl sagged into dejection and her imagined shame threw her into a fresh out- burst of tears. She sobbed: ~“Qh, no! No! I can’t go back! disgraced! I’m done! I’m finished!” The doctor comforted her with a touch, while she babbled: “T’ve just sung my swan song. Let me alone now to ‘ lay me down and dee ’!”’ “No, Polly; you’re not disgraced. No one knows that is going to tell, and you’re free from further dangers,” assured the doctor. “But he’ll put up them posters!” cried the girl. “No, lhe won’t: I’ve arranged that.” ~ “ But you don’t know him. He’s a hard guy, and he’ll do anything to get me again! What did you do to him?” ee, I’m (The HERE’S a guy with a thin brush and a pot of gold paint markin’ up the door of our offices as I come down the Under where it says “ Giles Confi- dential Detective Agency, Investigations Quietly Conducted, Rates Reasonable ” he’s hall. THE ARGOSY. ‘““ Well, he came to me to find a clue to your whereabouts, and I sized him up as ‘one of those diamond sort of fellows we used to talk about, so I tried him out. I offered him your diamonds if he would promise to stop persecuting you, and he took them. Then I kicked him out of my office.” Polly’s eyes were incredulous as she ex- claimed: “‘ Then you’ve saved me again!” ‘Yes; and I hope for the last and best time. I should dread to think that I had to go on saving you always.” “But if you give him all the diamonds, then I still owe you.” ‘““T think we cam square that debt. I said I gave him all the diamonds, but I bought one back from him. Here it is. It’s a solitaire, and it’s intended for an engage- ment ring. Will you wear it for me, Polly?” _ Polly looked into the doctor’s calm, ten- der eyes, then extended the third finger of her right hand. “For Gawd’s sake, put it on quick, Doc!” she said. End.) utistandin ry Raymond J. Brown made the letters “ C-O-L.” Old Giles, who can just about sign his own name if some- body helps him hold the pen, is standin’ behind the letter-artist tellin’ him how much better that ‘“‘ C” would look if it only had a little longer curl at the end. GO NOOK mM (C@)