Argosy All-Story Weekly — "The Purple Limited" — page 58: what you’re looking at

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624 By the show of a plentiful supply of bank-netes Artie demonstratéd his power to _ make the dream a solid reality; but Julie’ was ignorant of the trick he had practised” upon her by a simple feat of legerdemain, and thus magnified a few hundred dollars into the appearance of thousands. It had seemed to Julie that her eager suitor had money in every pocket, but Artie’s thrice displayed handful of twenties and fifties had been shuffled and transfered from pocket to pocket and reexhibited by fingers well trained and leng accustomed to deceit- ful manipulation. _ “ Money to burn!” These words pleased Julie. hey had a pleasant, luxurious ring to them: a potent suggestion of delightful irresponsibility; and’ when Artie backed his evidence of material prosperity by the open avowal that he was in a condition of mind approaching idiocy, Julie accepted the declaration and leaned trustfully against his narrow: chest. ‘I’m crazy about you,” had said Artie. There are various and curious ways of giving expression to sentiments of love; but many young men speak more truly than , they are aware of when they more gr less sincerely echo the words of Artie Falwell. They mistake infatuation for love and are in reality temporarily abnormal, and this self-confessed condition of mind is accepted as a compliment by the adored one, and ad- venture a@ deux is born to fruit or—to wither. : Without any appreciable degree of thought, Julie had accepted Artie’s proposal of marriage. He had money to burn and— he was crasy about her. Two often al- sufficing reasons for committing matrimony in headlong haste. | Freed of the appendages strung to it, by human frailty and. wickedness, love can raise man to thoughts and deeds of super- nobility. Inversely, false love is often the , excuse for acts of‘ unthinkable buffoonery and violent loosening of the lower passions. Some approach the altar clad in white rai- ment, but others caper and prowl in the wake of love as grinning jesters and sneak- ing jackals, and the primal love of the jun- gle finds a baser replica in the ultramod- ern ballroom. ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. ° ~ Artie’s headquarters were the Mog, and of specious outlaws, and Julie found herself in a second-class cabin aboard the bogt, she had among a confused blur of rushings hither and thither, no very clear memories. From the Mog they had gone a lang die . tance in a big teuring-car. The wedding had taken place in some small town that Julie did not know the name of. Isome- diately the brief ceremony was over, they had gone off in the car again. _ From the moment the ring was on her finger, Artie’s eagerness to please had changed to a brooding, nervous moroseness. He spoke little and on the way back to the city, Julie had dozed off with sheer fatigue and reaction from excitement. They had breakfasted at a restaurant an the outskirts of the city and, following that, Artie had given Julie money to buy a é¢runk aad Clothes for the journey. Practised in making a little go a long way, the girl had managed to equip herself fairly well, and although Artie had shown her no surplus of gentleness or overcordial consideration since the wedding,. she tried to save as much as she could out of the amount he had given her. She did not jewe him. She had consented to marry him m a Moment when she was incapable of self- Questioning or good judgment. Like many another young girl, Julie had not really known what marriage implied. Still, al- though she believed that Artie had plenty of money, she looked fornvard to showing herself a saving little wife. Artie had recejved the change with a sneer, | “°S that all?” he had asked. “ Well, you ain’t done so bad as a,spender. Here's —a couple of dollars for yourself.” At the time of receiving the two-dolar bill, Julie had wondered a little at the curi- ous grin with which Artie had accompanied his peculiar donation, but she had put the money in her bag. On their arrival on board the boat, Artie had gone in search of the steward and what he called a snifter. Wondering how they could manage move around in so small a place as the cabin, Julie had stood mechanically palish- ing her nails on her palm. connie act <SHGO