Argosy All-Story Weekly, March 15, 1924 — page 35: what you’re looking at

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

iG AGN G ( Se MD } cay yy iy Wy oA) Z ‘ Ww =< ae ~~ By CHARLES WESLEY SANDERS Author of ‘ Out of the World for a While,’’ ‘‘ That Keeps a Man from Harm,”’ ete. A NOVELETTE—COMPLETE IN THIS ISSUE CHAPTER I. “SHAME ON YoU!” die of July, and I was boiling and tired when I come out on my front porch in the cool of the evening and sat down. I had had my snack of cold lunch and pot of coffee of my own brew, but the food and the drink only seemed to make me hotter. IT was ‘hoping nothing would turn up that would claim my attention in my capacity of town marshal. I just wanted to sit with |: had been a sizzlin’ hot day in the mid- my feet on the porch rail and let the little _breeze that had-begun to stir wave over me and chill some of the heat out of my fat. _ I had taken off my coat and hat and collar and tie when I first come home, and after supper I had shook my vest and my shoes. I was in my carpet slippers now, but even they seemed to burn my feet, so . I shpped them off and stuck my feet in their white socks up on the porch rail. I wear a No. 11 shoe, and my feet wasn’t none too ornamental sticking up there on the rail for all the village to see if it- chanced to pass by, and so I kept an ear cocked for footsteps, so’s I could drag down my feet if anybody hove in sight. I had been out in the sun most of the day on official business, and I guess the heat must have seeped into my brain. First off, I forgot all about my feet. The last I paid any attention to them was when I wiggled my toes to let the breeze work its way through my socks. Then I must have dozed off. . Next I knew, somebody was speaking to me. I don’t come awake with no start, ever; I come out of sleep ca’m and peaceful, the same way I slip into It. 663 -OmiIiclbooks =