Argosy All-Story Weekly, October 7, 1922 — page 133: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

TS Spt By JOHN GOODWIN Author ot “‘ Paid in Fuli,’’ ‘‘ Without Mercy,’’ and others. CHAPTER XLVIII. THE SACRIFICE. TEPHEN MARNEY §stumbied in through the open door; disheveled, ex- hausted, laboring for breath. He stopped short and looked round him, dazedly. ‘My God!” he gasped. “ Betty—” Richard lay like a log on the floor, inert and senseless, his face deathly white. Be- side him kneeled Beatrice; she had raised his head, her arms were about his neck, she was kissing him and crying wildly. Dickie, darling—speak to me! Dickie!” The sight paralyzed Stephen for a mo- ment; he hurried to her side. “He isn’t dead?” she cried brokenly. ‘* Stephen—tell me—he isn’t dead?” The front of Richard’s jacket was wet with blood. Stephen opened vest and shirt with swift fingers. “What happened, Betty?” he said hoarsely. | Beatrice seemed incapable of answering. Six inches below the coiled snake tattooed about Richard’s neck, Stephen found the bullet wound, clean drilled, high on the right breast. “He won’t die of that!” said Stephen with as much confidence as he could mus- ter. “‘ Give me your scarf!” He snatched it from his sister’s neck, and, with a folded handkerchief beneath it, contrived a rough but not unskillful bandage, knotting the scarf over Richard’s shoulder. ‘Raise him, keep his head well up— that’s it,’ said Stephen quickly. He rose to his feet. Richard’s eyelids fluttered faintly. A frightened man-servant came hurrying into the room, pale and breathless. “What on earth’s happened here?” he cried. ‘‘ The master’s dead! The—” This story began in the Argosy-Alistory Weekly for August 26. site F COMICLOo C©