Argosy All-Story Weekly, May 17, 1924 — page 78: what you’re looking at

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

teem << e By GEORGE F. WORTS and GEORGE K. END HE Macedonian tobacco crop was late that year, and Michael Farley was obliged to wait at Kavalla for the harvest. Farley was young and impatient and Kavalla bored him, so he ran up to Nish, that old mongrel of a town in central Serbia. In Nish he met the Great R-r-rhoda. The Great Rhoda had been stranded there for a week when Farley arrived. And an hour after the tobacco buyer had registered at the Grand Hotel Amerikansky, he and Rhoda discovered each other. That incident was perhaps the only amusing one of their strange, brief acquain- tance. It began over a pig on the teresa of the Kavana od Sleeva ee Beeber, which is Serbski for the Café of the Prune and Pepper. The center of the café life of Nish fronts upon the dusty green of Park Obshtinsky. Peasants from the outlying districts use Park Obshtinsky as a grazing ground for the oxen and swine they bring to market. The oxen are well-behaved beasts joined together in pairs by hand-hewn wooden yokes. They stand in the hot sun, in- active for hours at a time, blinking their big, sad eyes at the cruel insects. The swine, however, are more enterprising. They are not many generations removed from the wild boars of the Serbian forests and they possess something of the nomadic spirit of those boars. Beguiled by the odors from the café kitchen, they frequently break loose from their moorings in the park, 228 COmicloooks (C@