Argosy, Vol. 147, No. 1 — page 100: what you’re looking at

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?- 3 a ? - ° . ee Sea ear te ; eee » .- es nn 4 Pao ded = - hirled away, the detectives Vie and Oliver went into the like a rag. She had never felt ly depressed. The big oppor- gone and with it the friendship Wellington, no doubt. But Oliver as downcast as he should have been. en smiled once or twice as he pre- J for bed. She could not understand _ She started to ply him with questions, he hushed her up with a kiss. 3 to sleep and let the future take care » - - _ _ £€ i) Lz =) - 9 “2 slowing afternoon, while Vie was a letter of thanks to her brother ; for the plumes and trying to tell sthing. of the tragedy they had Oliver came home, his face wreathed ss, She stared blankly at his beam- 4. It’s all right, old scout,” he exclaimed, ing her arms and crushing her with a 3. What are you — to Doug? That’s good. slip this draft for five thousand dollars etter and tell him we'll be out within to help him take a whack at the er Steele! Where did you get that Gr - —O e * ~~ ars * s,? e « Tt’s quite all right. ; Fron Wellington, of course.” AL™ U U * WEEPING LOSES > aS meer 5X ; 7 im 7 A ¥ . - ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. /<~ “What? You told him his wife had fibbed?” “T did not. Think I’m not more of a di- plomat than that? The detective spilled the beans, didn’t he?” ““ He at least uncovered them; but how Zo you know that Mr. Wellington caught on?” Oliver smiled wisely. ‘“‘ My dear, it takes but a glance between you women to under- stand each other, does it not? Well, it takes a wink between men.” He paused to let this truth be fully absorbed. “ When the detective blurted out his opinion of the value of the hat, I looked at Wellington. The truth came to him ina flash. He stuck his tongue in his cheek and slipped me a wink of comprehension. This morning | called on him. He handed me a lot of salve for my gallantry in keeping mum to save his wife’s reputation for honesty in the face of certain disaster to my scheme. Made a hit with him. Gave me a check, which I converted into a draft to your brother. That’s all there is—there isn’t any more.” Vie was not completely satisfied. “Do you think he will go for her for fibbing about the price?” “Women,” Oliver said carefully, “ may have robbed men of all their rights, but men are still wise enough not to try to rob the ladies of all of theirs.” Taking her in his arms, he smothered her attempt to have the last word with a kiss. U U MEN, THEY SAY Bax: | ALWAYS laughed, pretending ee I did not care. And now our love is ending. I laugh still, lest you know I grieve to see it go. Weeping loses meh, they say. ————s«&But I advise, “‘ Be not too gay.” 3 ae t . ; —. > ae aaa } > ns ge % * owe f + m sy se cet aat ae am - <4