Argosy All-Story Weekly, Vol. 124, No. 3 — page 149: what you’re looking at

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A PORTRAIT OF HOPE. Miss Hope gets married that same day. Miller gets a wire from a friend of his in Milwaukee that Derner is claiming to have found a block of stock put away in Hooch’s name and which the bank didn’t know it had. I guess he saw a flock of lights somewhere. Us jobbies fall for something kind of nifty in the way of a silver set for the bride and groom. We lifted a set like it in Toledo one time, and some way or other we always fancied the design. The three of us has a date with Doc Seymour and U U 523 Miller for the next morning after Hooch and his wife beats it out for the Coast. The doc tells me that Hooch wants to ex- press his appreciation of how we took. care of him, but he’d done that already by being so happy. We knew it was us who. got him back to Miss Hope and his friends, and he knew it was us, and that was enough. We were satisfied, there wasn’t anything more he could do. So the date with doc and Miller was never kept. U U THE QUEST OF THE HOLY GRAIL BY KENNETH BRUCE NGRY and wild was the fearful night, Pierced by the zigzag forks of light, As pole struck pele with rumbling might Like hammer against mail; And many a brave seul quaked with fright As we sought the Holy Grail. Valiant and tried was our little band— Victors of many a well-fought strand, Pilgrims o’er sea and distant land, On mountaintop, in dale; O’er meadow. green and burning sand We marched for the Holy Grail. Some of the faces were bright and fair, Others were seamed with deep despair; But each in the lightning’s lurid glare, Burning with hope and zeal, Like meteor in the blackened air, Gleamed from its casque of steel. Then a wail arose from the thousand brave : “ Suffer, O Lord, the stream to lave Our burning feet! From death! Thy pilgrims save We thirst, we thirst! We fear not pain or the silent grave, ‘But grant us the conquest first!” My heart was smitten that fearful night: “Q Lord, wilt Thou pity Thy servants’ plight, And show them the way with Thy wondrous light Ere they dash on a. hidden stone?”’ When morning broke with radiance bright I had won the Grail—alone! EORTC OG @ YN S Colin