Argosy, Vol. 147, No. 1 — page 38: what you’re looking at

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¥: Px ~ Png ‘ ‘= “Ape om > Cs tae ~ Lf ss > st say it’s a friend,” he answered : hat -won’t do,” came in Pierre Mar- all’s crispest tones. “I'll have to know it is wants to speak to her before I can | her to the telephone.” Never mind, then,” returned Pat, and a - F WD CHAPTER IV. aie, _ RANDY DECIDES TO ACT. \N the following morning Randy __}: Beatty, arriving dispiritedly at the office, found a letter in an unfamil- handwriting that sent his pulses leaping. ad left Monahan’s to go to the address 1 he believed was the girl’s home, and e had written “ Marsh ” above the her former maid. Here he heard aly different: story from Monahan’s. tered seamstress had told the first came into her head. se of this conflicting testimony and ; -ok 2 engagement, Randy Beatty, in e course of a sleepless night, had dis- vered just how much he had cared for short a time. Next letter, he knew at Everything would be explained now— orily. He would see her again, ee ee " | a ~ ry 4 . Pa We SALISIc 2 : 4 this time he would say what he had on + without further ado; tell her he loved x and ask her to marry him. But when se had read the letter he saw it was not sing to be so easy. It consisted of but a Circumstances have made it extremely hard « me to see you. If you will manage to be ‘side Monahan’s academy to-morrow—the y after you receive this—morning by eight ck, and will hide upstairs in the harness sm, I will try to see you and explain. sw this to Monahan when you come, and ‘arrange it for you. Tell him not fo let » else know you are there. : CorINNE. Beatty stared at the note, and et: red ar id ste red again. What FG | —* . > a yt are ne SaAD A . ie ‘hast OF oe - ow % a . He felt like a young man in a mystery se- _ vial. He had read of such situations, and had seen many more at the movies, but had hardly believed they were to be encountered in real life. Once he realized this was real, he broke out into a fever of fright for her safety. He did not wait, but hurried off to Mona- han’s at lunch time, to make his arrange- ments for the morrow, and to inquire if any further news of her was to be had. Old Pat shook his head gravely, remem- bering the voice at the other end of the telephone. “Vou’d best be stepping carefully, me lad,” he warned. “ Ye’re getting into deep- er wathers than ye know about. And if th’ young miss don’t tell you about the same to-morrow, ’tis meself that will. il have no further hand in it, that I won't.” Persuasions were vain, so far as learning any more from him at the moment. Ran- dolph left, even more puzzled and troubled than when he had entered. It”seemed as if the hours between noon and morning would never come to an end. Needless to say, he did very little sleeping that night, and had bathed, shaved, dressed, and was on the street next morning long before there was any occasion for him to be there. Even the stables attached to the riding academy had not yet opened when he arrived there, although there were many early riders. It was not until he found them closed that he remembered he had not had any break- fast. He repaired to a near-by lunch room and ate something hurriedly, although there was no actual need of hurrying. The place had barely opened when he returned. He repaired to the harness room upstairs with a morning paper and waited. The waiting seemed interminable. He could not read his paper; he could only sit, at a discreet angle, and watch the street. Finally the car containing Corinne ap- peared. She got out and ran into the riding academy, while the car drove away. She burst into the room, all in a flurry. Randy had risen to meet her. Now, without realizing that he had never ad- dressed a word of love to her in his life, nor had any assurance of affection from her in (E(o) (el oy DO im <s7com ~.. hoot P doe *. a2" i a Age” ee