Adventure, December 1914 — page 165: what you’re looking at

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

Not Down was written the name of a standard stock. Charley lifted the lid from the other box. In it were but two slips of cardboard. One was marked “Buy,” the other was marked “Sell Very gently at first Mr. Drew’s vest but- tons began to joggle. Then they rose and fell, and surged and heaved, until in a storm of laughter the lawyer fell over into a chair and raised his hands to heaven in mute ap- peal. “Simple,” said Charley. “Shut your eyes. Draw from one bo on the Bill 163 from other—buy or sell. Did it every day. Before dinner.” “Oh, my aunt! Let me out of this!” yelp- ed Mr. Ball. ‘‘Extra! All across the page!”’ He fled through the door. “Gollamighty!”’ squeaked Mr. Teeters. “Why didn’t I think of that?”’ “Because,” responded Mr. Link solemn- ly, ‘‘your head is hollow. Charley, boy, I givein! It’s just dummed luck that’s ailing ye——sorra more!”’ ‘“‘Sure,’”’ said Charley. The next adventure of Come-On Charley will appear complete in the January issue. ~ NOT DOWN ON THE BILL ¢ ~r, by SU GIESY f HE band _— stopped playing. Throughout the “‘big top” there fell one of those pauses which always precede a major act on the bill—a sort of preliminary silence which arrests the attention of the spectators and contributes in a subtle manner to the nerve- tension which the amusement-seeking pub- lic now considers synonymous with getting their money’s worth. High up on a spidery tower, midway of the tent, and directly in front of the reserved section, movement occurred. A man arose and approached a black square on which shone polished levers. Asecond figure arose, cast off a robe which shrouded its outlines, and stood revealed as a girl in pale pink fleshings about supple, pliant torso and limbs. Viewed from below she looked small, dainty, young and blonde in a gold-and-crim- son way. She took up a sort of wand and Co DOO C©