Argosy All-Story Weekly — page 135: what you’re looking at

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So some of them says: ‘ Home-made hooch,’ and the rest of them says: * My God! Ghosts!’ and the gang blows, leaving Lolita to pick up her wraps and go home alone. She made a quick exit. ‘T rode in the taxi to the Grand Central Station, while Chet tells Maida how grate- ful he is for her saving him from the con- sequences of his awful crime. They get out, and I buy two tickets for California, and comes back to the apartment. Mon- tana has just finished washing his hands, and was climbing into a clean shirt. ‘ < Well,’ says he, ‘ did it work?’ «“ ¢ Perfect,’ says I, and we shake hands. “ And the next day Mrs. Van Wert, Chet’s mother, pays us off. I’ve got that gat in my room now; I'll show it to you some time.” “You were paid off!” I exclaimed. + Was this whole thing a frame-up?”’ “ Sure,” Eddie replied in a long-suffer- ing voice. “I'll explain it to you four times, and maybe you'll understand it next week. Mrs. Van wanted to get Chet away from Lolita. She borrowed the country Le] v works daytimes force. He’s supp The gun was not loade blanks. Adams dabblec ink, and made red 1 Maida was in on the scheme, th Chet or Lolita knew it.” deeply and began again: “ Nirs to get Chet” He patiently repe same words over and over again. — “TJ get it!” I howled at last. “Iw stand! Don’t tell me that again!” Eddie lighted a cigarette and we rose, f smoking is not permitted in the Automa “And if you must write the story of the poor girl who marries a rich guy” 4 “1 know!” I interrupted. “ You bought two tickets for California. Maida was a poor little chorus girl, but Chet married her and they lived—” ie “ Sure,” said Eddie. “ Isn't that a peach of a story?” What do you think? G Le] TENANTED MY* heart was an empty castle, Wide open swung the doors, And the cold wind blew, And the rain beat through And trickled on the floors. The sacred room was vacant, But a cherub came to see— A smiling thing, With downy wing— And lo, I turned the key! And now the hall is lighted From basement to above, And the door’s barred tight Both day and night, To keep it warm for love. Margaret Severance. ~ €omicbooks.com