Argosy All-Story Weekly, January 13, 1923 — page 116: what you’re looking at

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“ ~ Vij H a hee Riad Sis “ og —- LY Sateen o id _ *, “a 2 ge 3 hg rel —. ~ & * ; as 573 ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. “Nevertheless, I think Ill tell him at dinner!” she said. « No! ”? “ But Ill have to, Jack. there be to talk about? there.” “ Eh?” “‘ No, you have so much business to look after, dear—”’ And the eyes were sparkling quite trium- phantly. What else will You won’t be John Harley felt himself shrinking and quivering again. 3 ** Al—Althea,” he mumbled, “ if I—cut out business and come for dinner, you won’t feel it necessary to tell your father about this—this beastly rot?” “Of course not!” Miss Wicks smiled, promptly. Mr. Harley shuddered. “You'd better let me get home and dress, then,” he said. TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK. Lo] sa! OUR WESTERN GATEWAY . O#: the Bay of San Francisco, here is where the dream-ships ride; Here you find fair, white-sailed fancies floating on the amber tide, Purple visions, crimson fantasies, at anchor side by side. Golden Gate and Angel Island, Tamalpais and Berkeley Hiils— See them from the yellow waters, ’neath a sky of daffodils, Here is theme for song and story, rapture for a thousand thrills! Turn to south and see the city silhouetted on the sky, Lonely Alcatraz that watches gull and galleon floating by; Note the amethystine Coast Range down the valley fade and die! Draw still nearer to the marshes where the tules’ whisper tales Of the Ceres-guarded valleys and the Bacchus-haunted vales Set with crumbling shrines that mark the pious padre’s tear-stained trails. Oh, the Bay of San Francisco, with its poppy-broidered rim And its grand old forest gardens in the distance, dark and dim— Poets, listen! Is that music of the songs of seraphim, Or the chords of old romances in each breeze and billow wrought, Melodies of Eldorado in the air with magic fraught, Flutter of the sails that hither brought the daring argonaut? Clarence Urmy. COPMICOOOKS (F@