Argosy All-Story Weekly, October 6, 1923 — page 46: what you’re looking at

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= = ons but ish the Slapper was ready also. and oa news, In perusing these items ‘He could not remember when he had gone to bed before midnight, and remarked upon ae oe to sink fachomns deep, oppreced him with its” softness. He missed the familiar =: oe of the Eoladk shasecows. He “nied ~~ woe aoe = See aad with sodden oilskins ais =. eG os pee: on the hooked rug beside: the bed. a ees ~ ~ha’nt ke Se his dream, the Slapper was not sur- ~_ prised, nor ‘scared: but when he woke, he — 5 tired. from. his. ue eee efforts: to” fh) eal ar ae if acd ae tf a(t ey as ah a ay " Hi R Fe ies yun aie } j ; :, Fert Ae hPa ys vy if B) " i iy, tie ‘ y) oy t : ake sirup, "with ieeristmaly—_ fall of a a eee = = = custard pie left over from the night before. —_He began to eat mechanically, vaguely —— that he was able ae = So. Back a for rac u wp of cates, and read the police _ ARGOSY-ALLSTORY ‘WEEKLY. = = : e — = —— his eyes were from time to time necessarily — — arrested by headlines announcing such trifles as the assassination of some Balkan ruler, the death of a Pope or prime minister, a famine affecting a few millions in China or Russia, or the discovery of a new serum; and though he hastened on to news of real import, he was not able entirely to escape a smattering of information on world affairs. — At an hour earlier than he had ever risen since the Polack’s apartment caught fire, he sat now and finished a second helping of buckwheats, and another egg, which be- ing perfectly fresh, tasted-a little flat to es Then he pushed back his chair. - Tucker looked anxiously at her boarder “Ain’t you feeling peart this mornin’, sonny? — food!” The Slapper glanced keenly at her te You don’t scurcely touch your see if she were attempting sarcasm at his __ expense, beheld only gentle concern, and . mumbled: “ Sure! T’m all right.” Tucker, he noticed, seemed to have noth- ing in particular to do to justify such an ungodly rising hour. Later on he discovered that his host’ S. income was pupeipaly. de- = ess for Ss Are during July, and when ready for harvesting the berries, low growing and astoundingly large, many of them the size of small grapes, were picked by imported hands. The best sé the crop was crated and shipped to Bos- ton; the rest went to canneries. Canuck girls came for the picking. = “ Pretty wild bunch,” Tucker told him. _ Tew of the Wedlock people picked for the market. Those who gathered for their own use paid Tucker five cents a quart for the privilege, or picked on shares. Tucker net- ‘ted two thousand in a good year, and the ground required no care save that every two or three years he burned it over in the late fall. attend to his one horse and a few chickens, “They ripened fast Many — This left him nothing to do save to cultivate a small kitchen garden, and split — == kindlings. Learning which, the ‘Slapper wondered why he should find at: ———s to rise at daybreak. “ Gives him more time to loa, » maybe,” = ee he teflected. Sa