The Argosy, March 1907 — page 101: what you’re looking at

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eet RORY AT TRAVERS. “Yes,” rejoined Dave vindictively, and when I get out I am going to make somebody suffer, too; and that. somebody is no one but our nantlesl friend, Ted Green. When I get through with him he’ll think that Kansas cyclone I was telling him about this morning has come along for sure.’ But they had not much longer time to indulge in their dreams of vengeance ; for very shortly after this the captain came back, accompanied by the clerk and proprietor of the Waldree, whom Dave had caused to be sent for. Satis- factory assurance having been given that this was the real Hal Francis rather than the supposititious corpse which had been shipped away in the box, and that con- sequently Dave Martin could not be his murderer, the two were presently once more breathing the delightful air of free- dom. Still, that did not end the proceedings by a long shot. The police captain had to make due amends to them for the trouble they had been through, and the newspaper boys also remained to be dealt with. So, by the time the pair had satisfied the hospitable instincts of the former, and had given to the latter as much of the complicated story as they deemed it prudent for the public to know, it was getting well along toward the hours when the milk-carts begin to rumble through the streets. And even then there were still other felicitations to be received, for when the chums returned to the Waldree they found almost the entire colony of tenants up, and waiting to greet them. More than that, with his usual au- dacity there was Ted Green in the midst of the throng, his buoyant spirits un- dashed even by this second blow which had been administered to his concejt as a detective in that one day. Dave did not see him at first; Ted laid a hand upon his arm and mur- mured in his ear: ‘‘ Come over to one side. I have something important to say to you.” (To be continued.) — TRAGEDY AT TRAVERS. BY JOHN MONTAGUE. a. RAVERS is a would not be wise for pseudonym. It several rea- sons to give the actual name of the town where this tragedy occurred. The principals might see the account and ob- ject; the city officials would doubtless consider it a desecration; and the grue- some occurrence is best “credited—if at all—to an unknown community. At this particular moment Dunning Brown—often referred to as “ Stunning Dunning” on account of his general ap- pearance—had called and saluted his hoped-to-be fiancée as _ fiancées-to-be should be greeted. He then started to divest himself of such outer garments as are usually dispensed with when one in- tends making a visit that will doubt- less terminate in the small hours of the following morning. The little gold clock on the mantel- 7A - Which concerns a quarrel in haste and a repentance more at double-quick than at leisure. piece said it was eight-forty-five, but a mother’s forethought and knowledge of one Dunning’s staying powers can safely be credited with a discreet adjust- ‘ment of the hands of that clock before the arrival of her daughter’s admirer. Henrietta Smythe didn’t mind if the clock stopped altogether, but her mother was not so heedless of the strict propriety that should obtain between hoped-to-be-engaged persons. After his overcoat, hat, and gloves had been*safely moored on the hat-rack, Dunning glanced toward the clock on the mantelpiece and smiled. A com- parison with his open-face timepiece showed him the deception. But his thoughts did not long dwell on the mat- ter of the hurried hour. His eyes had fallen on a-prettily framed photograph, perched conspicuously beside the clock. Se Eomicbooks: co om , we . : ee then : DOGS OAS y so eae hE eset 8) 7 * ie ON ey y BS . NP ES. Feo ret 1 iy ae ee Ps NS I ri ~ : ~ sz Bey +