Argosy All-Story Weekly, February 23, 1924 — page 24: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

By LAURIE YORK ERSKINE Author of “‘ The Laughing Rider,’’ etc. A NOVELETTE—COMPLETE IN THIS ISSUE “And Brent’s salary is fifty-five dollars a week,’ added the practical Marion. “T was speaking with her last week,” continued Alicia. ‘ She said that she mar- ried him to better herself.” “What was she before?”’ “Sixth child in a family of eight. Her father was a chauffeur.” Marion laughed. “It’s what is described in the vulgate as the limit, isn’t it?” Alicia did not answer her. She sat in the bay window of her sitting room at North- over, and gazed thoughtfully upon her father’s glossy black car as it stood outside the chauffeur’s cottage across the driveway. ey her seventh,” Alicia said moodily. Morley Averill was a humane man, because he felt he could afford it, and he had sent his family doctor down to Northover to at- tend his chauffeur’s wife, just as if he really liked her to have more children than she could take care of. “It’s dreadful!” said Alicia. Her wealth of golden colored hair was spread out be- hind her, drying, and her lovely, patrician face looked like the face of a princess, suf- fering for the troubles of her people. Behind her Marion Ray brought the whole picture down to earth. Nothing of the fairy books about Marion. She was neat, she was pretty. She was brunette; and she was eminently practical. They said that Marion had a clever line. Morley Averill was far too aristocratic to under- 182 CORNICLOOOKS