Argosy All-Story Weekly, October 7, 1922 — page 107: what you’re looking at

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Wi 8\ AW LLY WY A 4 By OLIVE McCLINTIC JOHNSON CHAPTER XXI. THE BREARING HEART. HE horses had wandered from where Knox had left them. Crossing the road, he circled back through the trees almost to the foot of the hill before he found them. He captured the reins of the browsing animals, and was turning to lead them up the slope, when he heard the girl’s quick exclamation. He had not rea- lized he was so near. He dropped the bridles and peered through the under- growth. The sight that met his gaze was burned long afterward on his memory. A man stood beside Iris in an attitude of calm assurance, and the girl rested her hand on his arm and looked up in his face with ea- gerness. Knox could scarce believe his eyes. Was this some trick that was being played upon him? It had been only a matter of moments since she had proclaimed him her king of hearts, and now— Who was this man who received her caresses and pleading so calm- ly? As he looked, the man turned so that the dying rays of the sun fell across his face. Oily Duke! Knox clenched his hands threateningly, and a great wave of fury swept over him. That man! His béte noire! Must he al- ways be the victim of Oily Duke? First, to be despoiled of his fortune, then through him so nearly to lose his friend and his own life, and now his sweetheart. It was too much! He was all for charging down upon the enemy, when a second thought shattered his belligerency. To his first hot jealousy there succeeded a sense of perplexity. What This story began in the Argosy-Alistory Weekly for September 16. 253 comiclbooolx C©