Argosy, Vol. 147, No. 1 — page 171: what you’re looking at

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en me concern that manufactured burglar- -proof safes and was now an honest citizen. Lois would soon give up her dancing for the more satisfying occupation of keeping @ suburban bungalow in perfect order. * Are you happy, dear?” asked Lois, knowing what the answer to her question would be. “Sure,” replied Oliver, braving public disapproval by kissing his wife. “ Happy enough to listen to something I’ve had on my conscience ever since we were married?” persisted Lois, her eyes upon the exquisite blue waters of the Pacific. Oliver’s smile was serene. “ Go ahead,” he requested. “ I’m not afraid of you.” “JT thought not.” A pink-tinted slow drowsed through her as she turned tow ard him. “1 knew all the time you’d get over your hate of blondes. Well, you remember that night you held up Tommy Hammil in New York?” “Yes” Oliver grinned reminiscently. “ He carried an aw fully cheap poke for a rich man’s son. I noticed it at the time, but was too busy to mention it.” “Well, Tommy had exactly one grand on him, didn’t he? And, as you say, the U A MATTER SAT me down ’neath the hill of sorrow— And sorrow’s a high hill, covered with stones— I sent to the neighbors for trouble to borrow, __ I wept to-day for the woes of to-morrow, And all of my friends might hear my groans; Es They stopped their ears, for they heard my moans. I hurried away where joy’s stream is flowing— Joy’s is a full stream, that never is spent— I waded in without any showing, T laved me deep where its tide was going. Now my friends would share in my deep cc U to feaae’ you a ieee oper ou Ww take it because 1 was a . f to give it to Tommy and ‘get Yo | pat him up and you wouldn’t. do it } becat was a blonde. So—I got him to | hold up, knowing that you wouldn't let hi away with it and—and I ple sted th pocketbook full of hundred-dollar . him while he giggled over the pre T had put up on you. Tommy didn he had that money. I slipped it i pocket just before you frisked ‘im Jolted by the news, Oliver’s © took fully three minutes. At pi he 3 sp and there was both awe and admiration his voice. “ I must have been v y blondes not having brains,” he said “ You got Tommy to hold me up so mad and frisk him, and you fF ante your roll on him to make it worth my wh and you got me to marry you and ¢ come California with you and— eee Having summed up the situz — | own satisfaction, Oliver Ohle s he cheerful resignation. “TI sure - about blondes being my jinx, "he U OF CHOICE Where I borrowed trouble, my joy t is Tent. bes : a << a amt ay Views at MacGornan Cooke. oy a re Pr 3 * kh, ae pero