Argosy All-Story Weekly, March 15, 1924 — page 115: what you’re looking at

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- T44 “ Marie, shall we?” he asked gently. “Ves,” she answered softly, a flush on her face. ‘“ And, oh, Ralph, I’m so glad . you asked me before we left here. _I wanted to so much but I was waiting for you. It seems different now that we are married. ARGOSY-ALLSTORY OC We don’t want your. dirty money. “Tl sell my rings—they’re mine honest- — ly; I bought them with money earned trim-: ming hats, and we’ll make a clean start.” That was the reason why, when a dis- | tressed John Forsythe hurried home with a new lock at the. lunch: ‘hour, he found a WEFKLY, ate, small bundle on the table in his room. In it | were.two one thousand and five one hun- | dred dollar bills and a note which read: We're clean from now on. _ While John Forsythe was pondering over this, wonderfully elated over his -good for-. tune, Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Walters, who had signed the communication, were speed- - Ing southward toward a new life into which John Forsythe would. never enter. TO BE (CONTINUED. NEXT WEEK ‘ . , ™ WHERE ‘DOES THE LA UGH TER co? HERE does all the laughter Z0, ‘SS When it stays so long away? Music we knew and we loved so well— Where does it ripple.and ring and swell? Where does it start and stray? Where does all the laughter go, When we seek and find it not?’ -. Laughter is sweet—and the world needs it sol Weary are we of our tears and- woe, - Yearning for joys forgot. Where does ‘all. the laughter go? 6 Why, where little children play! Deep in that cradle—behind yon door— Dancing about on the sunlit foor— | There laughter lurks for aye. 2 6 \ Where does all the laughter go— - All the tinkling coins of mirth?. Listen!:. Each child that is born, I’m told, Catches a heap in a horn of gol“ — Bringing it back to earth. Where does all the laughter go? Do you dread to lose its cheer? ‘Keep then your child heart, simple, strong— Locks may turn white and the years wax long, Yet you will hold it here! Marion Short. EO JOO VA Sf nn (Cc ©