The Argosy, Vol. XXV, No. 3 — page 127: what you’re looking at

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TO LANGUOROUS MUSIC. : 511 I read the whole thing in an instant. The operator knew that the moment had come for action, and wished to make quite sure everything would work smoothly. I knew now that the Czar was in the third train, and that the <i soles carriage had been sent on with the second as a ruse. I could now relieve my eyes from the straining task of watching the track, and I looked about me. ‘The five men to my right were also on the alert. They had not been misled by the ruse of the empty court carriage, and were waiting in deadly readiness to strike the blow which they had come out to deal. Then I turned my eyes northward along the straight level track, and just as I did so I caught in the distance the first glimpse of the third train, in which I knew the Czar was traveling. I braced myself for the greatest effort of my life. I waslike a man whose nostrils expand as they breathe in the scent of deadly fight. Arthur W. Marchmont. (TO BE CONTINUED. ) TO LANGUOROUS MUSIC. My friends often say I’m becoming blasé— Girls generally bore me, ’tis true ; But they never have guessed why I’m unlike the rest Of the men, with a sweetheart or two. I met her by chance at an informal dance, And I felt, as her beauty I saw, A wonderful thrill—I remember it still— That I never had felt before ! I waltzed with her then—I can ne’er forget when To languorous music we twirled ; And I’m willing to bet that there never was yet Another such girl in the world ! This maiden’s today in a place far away-— It’s a good many miles we’re apart— But I’d seek for her there if I thought she would care To know what is in my heart ! But perhaps s#e thinks yet of the time when we met ; It might be that her heart was touched too ; And wonder she may the reason I stay Far away from her side as I do. Ah, could I but be sure that her love would endure ! To learn I would forfeit the world, By some occult art, what she felt in her heart When to languorous music we twirled. Robert T. Hardy, Jr. COPMicloool<S.ee)