The Argosy, Vol. XXIV, No. 3 — page 134: what you’re looking at

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518 A WEIRD INTERVAL. ‘Without terms or conditions, I should be glad te have you take the oars ; otherwise I will do the rowing myself,’’ answered Poddy, as pleasantly as ever. ‘’ Very well, I will take the stroke oar, and leave the terms to your good will,’’ replied Dolph, as he took his place. Phin followed his example with the same remark. It was the first time the sons of the magnates had ever been in the same boat; but they pulled well together. I have another offer to make,’’ continued Dolph, without suspending his work. ‘‘I am sure you will accept this one, Mr. Poddy.”’ Poddy was willing to hear it. Oliver Opttc. (TO BE CONTINUED. ) A WEIRD INTERVAL. The strange derangement of identity that caused Dr. Cadwalader deep anxiety—Only a boyish memory in a man’s mind—The chance incident that applied the needed remedy. ey CADWALADER had been an exile from his native land for eight years. One might imagine, from the joy which possessed him now that the Lucania was bearing him home again with almost the speed of an express train, that this exile had been spent in that dismal spot with which the word invariably associates itself—Siberia. But far from this being the case, his term of banishment had been passed in no more dreary a retreat than Paris, where he had built up for himself a splendid practice in the American colony. Now, he had snatched a two months’ vacation during the early spring to come back to the United States to be married. Oh, no, he would not have to hunt up a wife after his arrival. Edna Deering had promised to be his bride eight years before, when he, an impa- tient youth of twenty, had asked the blushing girl of sixteen if she would be content to wait for him. . ‘ Dear Will,’”’ she had whispered back, ‘‘ I will be content to wait all my life for you.’’ And Cadwalader loved to think of her as she looked then. He carried her photograph away with him, and during all these years of separation had asked for no other. ‘‘ Let us think of each other,’’ he wrote, ‘‘as we were when we parted, not as time may have changed us and made us seem strange each to the other.’’ And so Edna in her turn gazed each night the last thing before retiring on the portrait of the handsome, beardless youth from whom she was sepa- rated by three thousand miles of sea. And now Will was coming home to surprise her. He had written that he would come by the Paris in April, the month that had been set for the wedding. Thinking that it might be possible for him to get away in March, he had said nothing of it, fearing to disappoint her after all; but when mat- Gomicbooks |