Argosy All-Story Weekly, Vol. 146 No. 4 — page 161: what you’re looking at

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A NEW GIRL IN salt a thes Sagal oui If so, the envelopes are addressed to Mr. Boardman Ware at the Chronos Club.” “ Where would a man carry letters on his person?” The colonel illustrated the inside breast pocket. “T think I have everything straight now,” said Diantha. “One thing I have not mentioned be- fore,” said the colonel. “I’ve arranged to have a man trail your party all evening. If.there’s any departure from the original plan proposed by Myra, I’ll quickly be in- formed of it.” Myra welcomed Diantha with many apol- ogies for the absence of Henry. “ The poor fellow had a dinner and conference at his club that he couldn’t possibly get out of. He was brokenhearted. I asked Dimmock to fill in. He’s pleasantly harmless.” Diantha was not at all surprised at the suppression of Henry. Henry might be feeble, but he would not stand for such work as had been planned for this night. Diantha and Sutliffe had no moment alone before dinner. That was part of Myra’s arrangements. “ Mustn’t risk a premature climax,” she had said to Sutliffe. ‘“‘ Wait till the stage is all set.” The dinner was not a very brilliant affair. All of them had the sense of something im- pending. That didn’t feaze Myra at all, but it was never part of Myra’s role to exert herself to be entertaining. She lan- guidly left that to others. Sutliffe was ner- vous, over-trained for the affair, maybe; and Diantha was oppressed by all sorts of feelings. The major part of the talk thus fell to Dimmock, who kept up an agree- able noise without saying anything in par- ticular. The passé youth was neither hand- some nor clever, but he had one inestimable virtue; like the chameleon he instantly took 1 was to ort [yra found him very oe Sutliffe aan to h ha ave. , was the drama of a h ot-he eade middle-aged—who quarre aie —obviously younger than } 2 West to buck bronchos or som 3 first act in which this highly original se was laid out was endless, and the secor act in which the high-born heroine sé ficed her pride and went after him to be cowgirl, threatened to be drearier still. * young man, of course, was discovered in a compromising situation with a near-Spanis is lady, et cetera, et cetera. The most depress ing thing about the performance was the - serious way in which the audience sat and took it all in. 4 Diantha could get fun out of almost any- thing. Once or twice in the emia. chuckle escaped her, but it rang strangely in the still theater and she was bashed Thereafter she suffered keenly. They dis- cussed the play among themselves in sarcas- tic whispers, and Sutliffe was probably ob- jurgated for having inflicted it on ‘thems Myra become more and more i b Finally, in the middle of the second act, she stood up saying: “T’m not going to stand it another min- ute.” They filed out. The rest of the a looked at them in virtuous diences are much too polite. If they m re frequently exercised their privilege of wi ie ing out they’d get better plays. < #: 2% Outside the chauffeur was instr pos Oo take them to the little apartment he -— most opposite the cathedral. — a As Myra, Diantha, and Dimmo = oe the elevator, Sutliffe hung hind x a ment. To the boy at the t e ss € in an undertone: oe night 'm pues “Tf anybody to- I don’t want be hee spe ie ye comicbooks.com