Argosy All-Story Weekly, October 6, 1923 — page 164: what you’re looking at

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$46 -. “ Here is swift action,” Barrett com- mented as he read the typewritten sheet damp from the copying rolls. ‘I wired _ President Hawley as soon as we got in and ~ here is his reply: 3 “Wire received. Congratulations. Dis- count all newspaper stories. Nobody here believed you had gone wrong. It was a- frame-up, and we have found the stool-pigeon here in the bank. Take a month for your wedding trip instead of two weeks. Respects and all good wishes to Mrs. Barrett. Instruc- tions wired to First National of Copah as to disposition of recovered money, All happi- ness to you both.” _“ Fine!” growled the mine owner; and ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY, hot waffles for two and a piece of apple pie for Barrett: “‘ What’s that—pie for breakfast?” “My mother was a New England wom and I was brought up on pie for breakfast” Barrett explained. Then to the waiter. with a drooping of an eyelid for the young woman opposite: “ Please bring me some cheddar cheese; c-h-e-d-d-a-r, cheddar.” And that solemn-faced waiter, mumbling deferentially, “* Right, sir,” could not under- stand why the exceedingly pretty young ‘woman sitting across the table from the cheese orderer, suddenly covered her face with her napkin and burst into tears—or en as the: waiter brought covered dishes of laughter; he couldn’t decide which. THE END Lj Le} U ie] THE BUYER AGER, she stood in the mart of Life, The coin of Youth in her hand; _ Wonderful were the wares spread out, So beautiful and grand. And as she stood, a crowd surged round: “Take whate’er you wish,” said one, “ For with Youth’s money you can buy Most things under the sun.” ** Look, there is Wealth and Fame,” said he, And another said, “‘ There’s Love, And Happiness, which every maid Is always dreaming of.” Then up spoke one who was old and wise: “Remember this,” explained he, ? “With every purchase, Life is sure To toss in something free.” : | Twas hard to choose from one them all, Love looked most fair to her ‘eyes, Then some one said, ‘‘ If you choose Love Yow ll draw Pain for a prize.” Still, as with hand outstretched for Love, She caught the glitter of Fame. The coin fell in the palm of Life, - Her heart with hope aflame. But when she looked for the prize, which hers Most assuredly should have been, 3 Alas! she found that Discontent Was what Life had thrown in. — Back over the road with trembling steps, A seeker of Love, she went, Only to find she was too late— Her gold had all been spent! Ida M . Thomas. comicbooks;co