Argosy All-Story Weekly — 'The Metal Monster' — page 164: what you’re looking at

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158 him, and I’ve got it yet. I’ve flopped him a hundred times before now, and I did it again to-night. “ Her? “She's Bill s wife. He ran away from her, about three years ago, seems like, on account of.her temper. She abused him. And I suppose he thought he could get away with it, coming back here like this, on account of passing himself off for a Turk— Bill always was dark-complected—and let- ting his hair grow, and that mustache, and everything. Say! Were you fellows on the level with that Turkish stuff? Any- way, I spotted Bill all right enough at the show last night, and I’d heard about that money you were offering, and seemed like there was something funny about it, and so—”’ “The rest was easy,” said Aleck. “You're certainly a very bright young man, and you'll get on. There’s no doubt about that.” ‘What was it you said to Abdul when the hostilities were beginning to com- mencer”’ I asked. U U ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. “* Hello, Bill’” said Jimmy Dunn “IT knew that would get him.” ‘“ And so,’”’ mused Aleck, ‘‘ he wasn’t one hundred per cent Turkish at all; he was - straight domestic, and his name was Bill Hicks, and—” “ He’ S a paperhanger, by trade,” volun- teered Mr. Dunn. “ And I allowed myself to be bluffed out by a paperhanger named Bill Hicks!” said Aleck, deeply regretful. ‘“ Let’s make it unanimous,” said. I. I think it was the next morning that Aleck said to me, “ Andy, I forget just who it was, but a while ago I was talking with somebody and they mentioned a troupe of dancers, the Leonora Lincoln Dancers, I think the name was. He said they were running an advertisement in the Showman, and I’ve got an idea they wouldn’t make | us a bad feature. Look ‘up this week’s copy and see if that ad is still running, will you? If it is, you might wire ’em for terms.” ‘“‘T wired ’em last night,” I said. U U YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN EVERYTHING BY JOSEPH BERNARD RETHY You have forgotten everything. Your heart contains no trace of me. The hause wherein I once was king You gave unto my enemy. : You have forgotten everything: The kisses in the dead of night; The music of Love’s murmuring; The dawn upon our fresh delight. You have forgotten everything: A thousand little things that mean Eternity to some—you fling Aside uncaring and_unseen. I have forgotten everything. No single pang remains to smart. I lie! TI lie! Unto me cling, Your heart against my burning heart! ECOMRRIC OG Colin