Argosy All-Story Weekly, May 17, 1924 — page 59: what you’re looking at

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

THE SENTIMENTAL BLOKE, Makes me want to sniffle, any’ow, w’en I looks at you and ’er. “Hanything yer wants sent hout from the dorp, cully?” ‘““There’s something, some one, 1 want you to bring back.” ‘“ Me come back ’ere? Does yer mean it, cully? Do you, missy?” Hardwick nodded and Katje said softly: ‘“ You'll have to be best man and brides- maid, and give the bride away!” “Lumme!” Ginger Dick’s merriment almost choked him. “ Can't yer picture me a perishin’ bridesmaid? An’ yer do wants me ter come back? Yer do? Then THE U - 209 ‘ere’s w’ere I ’urry. Sooner gone, sooner back, says I. Good-by!” He went to the door, then turned and coughed softly. . Their heads were very close together. He coughed again—louder. They started. ‘Wot was hit you wanted me ter bring back from the dorp?” he asked. ‘“ Why—a—minister, of course, you— you perishin’ blighter!’’ Katje’s cheeks were very red; her eyes like mist-veiled stars. “Now get out!” Hardwick added. And Ginger Dick, chuckling happily, got out. . END oj THE REAL LIFE "THE festive pleasure-seeking throng Can voice no sentiment or song Of my sad heart to-night. No bright emblazoned thoroughfare, Nor strains of music in the air, Can stay my hurried flight. The ribald laughter, jesting jeers Around me ring, but my soft tears Replace the old-time smile. I choke at thoughts of merriment, And hasten faster on, intent For many a weary mile. Until at Jast behind me lies The city of a million eyes, Distorted and ablaze. A million hearts may beat and sing, Make light of love and everything. I cannot stand and gaze. For me, no vain fictitious life, No hollow emptiness of strife, No foolish tinseled goal. T claim the open road and sky, Fer this I'll let the world pass by, And feed my famished soul. 4A Percy W. Reynolds. COnmicloool< (E@