Argosy All-Story Weekly — "The Purple Limited" — page 28: what you’re looking at

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594 ; ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. the rail on her right, and tossed her head at Lark. He watched the conductor pull the bell-cord, and at the same time take the girl by the elbow as she climbed to the rear platform. Lark thought rapidly. He could : not board the same car without the girl seeing him. He looked again at the conductor. The man’s face was familiar. Lark had seen him around the loop section of New- house. The number on his cap was 316. Lark fixed it in his mind as he smiled at the girl. ‘““Good-by!”’ he called, waving the un- lighted lantern. He turned and made his © way to the railroad-yard. He blamed him- self for not following Nan. Green Creek Bottoms was twenty miles down the track. It would be easy to check up the girl. The conductor probably knew who she was. Lark finished obtaining the numbers of the cars at the west end of the yard, yawned sleepily, and went toward the roundhouse. A wiper was standing alongside the sand- box. He eyed Lark, then snatched up a greasy spanner. ‘‘ Better keep away from here—you fresh lady-killer,” he threatened. ‘‘ We’re hell on-switchmen an’ checkers!” _ “Did you fellers call that girl over to the roundhouse?” “Naw! She’s been comin’ around here fer weeks. She ain’t a bad lookin’ hasher.” Lark weighed his next question. “ Do you know where she lives?” “Sleeps in a box-car, I guess.” ‘“* What’s her name?” The wiper eyed the spanner. ‘“ Her name is Nan—something. Nan—oh, yes! Nan Arnold.” - Lark turned from the wiper, who dropped his spanner on a pile of sand. Black Arnold was the name Uncle Add had mentioned in connection with the for- mer robbery on the C., M. and W. An _ Arnold had been sent to the penitentiary. Lark hurried from the roundhouse. He walked across the tracks toward J. J. D.’s office. There was every possibility that the division superintendent would be hard at work. But J. J. D. would be more than interested in Nan Arnold! This story will be continued in next week’s issue of the ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY, the consolidated title under which both magazines will appear hereafter as one. the kitchen tunk at old Papineau’s place. Kitchen tunk was the popu- lar name for such social gatherings as were held on Ripley Road, and an invitation, which Bad Bill did not have, was unneces- sary: all the world was a friend theoreti- Be BILL STARK set out on foot for > PO te — —_ — Digitized by (0 gle 4 if | by William Merriam y Rodd é cally, and those who ran contrary to theory were kicked out, practically. A kitchen tunk meant dancing, hard cider, girls, and possibly a fight. Bill Stark would not have turned his steps backward for all the money old Daddy Papineau was said to have. After ten years Stark had got back to ae a) Original from(C CO) 1/1 Gi TOO ffl THE OHIO STATE UNIVERSITY