ComicBooks.com Register / Loginit's free!

Pulp Fiction, 1922 · page 30 of 180

Argosy, Vol. 147, No. 1 — page 30: what you’re looking at

📖 Open the full issue in the page-flip reader →
Argosy, Vol. 147, No. 1 — page 30: Pulp Fiction, 1922

A restored page from Pulp Fiction, 1922. Page through the whole issue in the reader above.

📄 Transcribed text from this page (OCR, searchable)

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

rl4 Bribes CHAPTER I. NO MEN NEED APPLY. “me catch another one of them __ hanging around you, that’s all,” 4—Athreatened Pierre Marshall. . od Mhat will you do?” asked Corinne. 1 do him an injury, that’s what [ll ned Pierre Marshall, her father, 3 ateningly than ever. ‘‘ Now see e, my: ; I’ve let you go your own way - enougt ‘and it’s been a damned bad as a » seen you in company within a « months with five of the most le rogues this city has to show, é d sks warn off the premises—” sina ble rogues!” gasped Corinne. “- do,’ ” retorted her father grim- a By GEORGE BRONSON-HOWARD Author of “Sea Gold,”’ ‘‘ The Hidden Hate,” etc. A NOVELETTE—COMPLETE IN THIS ISSUE « Abominable rogues!” she _ sniffed. “Why, every one of them is in the Social Register, the Blue Book—” “None of them in Dun’s or Bradstreet’s, I notice.” “ My good Lord, father!” replied the ex- asperated girl. “ How do you expect me to ever get anywhere if you continually act as though money were everything—” “ Ask them—your five friends—ask them what they think about it. You'd pretty soon find out that they thought money was pretty nearly everything. You’d darn well discover they weren’t coming to see Corinne Marshall, but ‘old man Marshall’s heiress.’ You’d— Tears ihe to her eyes. me feel so cheap—” “ Glad of that. I meant to!” “You make “Oh!” she stormed. “Oh! Oh! Oh! were c @) i bo books.co Yon wlt