Argosy All-Story Weekly, July 1, 1922 — page 135: what you’re looking at

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THE GUN-FANNER. and I knew we would never be able to keep it if I didn’t do something like this, so—”’ There was a lump in his throat as he gathered her into his arms. “You splendid little woman, you!” he managed to murmur. ‘“ What a beast IL was to misjudge you so! Not to know—” “ Oh, Jimmy, dear, it wasn’t your fault— men are just naturally dumb-bells about wo- men,” she smiled, and he seized her again. They were a little more rational later,.as they sat on the settee in front of their little home, in the midsummer moonlight. 925 “You know what you’ve done, Anne?” he asked. ‘‘ You’ve boosted me into a good job—and into my own home.” “Our own home,” she corrected him. “Oh, Jimmy-boy, I love every nail in it.” “T don’t wonder, Anne—you built it with your own hands and your own brain. I love it, too—and the capable little person who made it possible.” She sighed with happiness and patted the potted plant at the doorside tenderly. “Our own home, Jimmy,” she said soft- ly. “ Our own home.” = .o GG i /z== / By KENNETH PERKINS Author of ‘‘ The Fear-Sway,’’ *‘ The Blood- Call,’’ ‘‘ The Buil-Dogger,’’ etc. CHAPTER XXII. THE HERD GROWLS. N hour before sunset Cal Triggers and the girl reached the big divide through which cut the western en- trance to Sulphur Cafion. As they climbed the ascent and got their first view of the gorge, the sound of the moving herd had increased so that now it was a continual rumble which swelled with a nerve-rack- ing insistence. It was like the sound that a drummer makes when rubbing a wetted finger over the vellum head of a kettle This story began in the Argosy-Allstory Weekly for June 10. 1OOOLK C©