Argosy All-Story Weekly, November 13, 1920 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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308 man brought himself back from the in- efficiency of his office-manager. “ Solid gold of course! I’m as sore as the devil that I didn’t land a really good slice when it was little above par!” “You have some then?”’ “Yes. Piffling amount! It’s gone so deucedly high now, though, that a fellow can’t touch it!” “No danger of the—er—supply giving out?” _“ Giving out? time.” r “The men that got in on the ground floor were pretty lucky, weren’t they?” haz- arded Masters. ‘ ‘Soft, my boy! Soft!” “Do you suppose there is more oil land out there that hasn’t been developed?” Not for a good long ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. “Oh, yes! The field is new! What’s the matter?” with a smile at the young man. “ Are you thinking of buying an oil well?” ‘“ Hardly—just interested.” ‘Well, it’s a big gamble, and for big stakes,”’ said the older man. ‘ That land out there is shot as full of oil as a sponge is of water—if you hit the right place. Of course many a gusher peters out into neth- ing, but on the other hand a gusher may run for years. It’s like mining—a mighty interesting game! “You'll come and see me, won’t you, my boy,” said the older man a few minutes later as they parted on the curb. “TI will!” promised Masters, and turned to his car. ‘“ Sims’s offices!”’ he added to the chauffeur. This story will be continued in next week’s issue of the ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY, the consolidated title under which both magazines will appear hereafter as one. program of the Medrano circus of Paris a new act—the Olympian Brothers — trapeze artists extraordinary. The performers were a pair of superbly de- veloped gymnasts who, disdaining the flesh- ings of their calling, appeared in the skin tunics and leather wristlets of the weight lifters. The place of their birth on the papers which they furnished as strangers to the prefect was Berne, a Swiss city hith- QO» night there appeared upon the erto better known for the production of hotelkeepers, porters, and waiters than of acrobats, and they were listed on their pass- ports as Adolphe and Adrian Grunau. In fact, they really were brothers by birth as well as by the tradition of the circus. Adolphe was the younger, and to him as vaulter fell the more daring part of the per- formance, a superb double somersault in mid air before being caught by the ready hands of Adrian, on the opposite trapeze. Gomichook (E(0)