Argosy All-Story Weekly — page 97: what you’re looking at

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THE ADVENTURES Mary Kayne, crying gently, was being led out of the room by Peabody Smith. The white-capped nurse closed Brown’s eyes to the world, and the screens were silently placed around the death cot. The curtain had fallen on another tragedy of everyday life. It was not until Barry Caldwell had been released, and the young man had folded Mary Kayne in his arms in that fateful apartment, that Peabody Smith considered OF PEABODY SMITH. 567 his task done. Willingly he agreed to be the best man at their wedding, but as he left them he threw out his ward of warn- ing. “You are all right, both of you, but in your business you must remember that rep- utation is a thing worth keeping. You know what old Josh Billings says on that point: ‘ Reputation is like money—we never have a true idea of its value until we lose it.’ ” Next Week: ‘‘ THE STRAIGHT AND NARROW PATH.” Lv} U U Ls} COMPARATIVE ANATOMY ERE I sit in silent bliss, Dewy eve till nearly morn, Thinking of the things I miss Like trolley gong and blatant horn. Here ’tis fine to be alone With leavy bower and carpet green, Regretting nothing that is shown On cities’ stage or silver screen. Here I summon forth my soul To seek communion with the Power That causes ocean’s surge to roll And clothes with grandeur every hour I spend on Compton’s rugged coast Far from cities’ dusts and clangs The land that was the Pilgrim’s boast Now cluttered up with fishing gangs Whose occupation most aquatic, Always seems to danger nigh; Whose nets become darned aromatic Spread upon the fields to dry. I love to watch the golfing hound Perform with driver, mashie, putter O’er seven miles of close-cropped ground To land his spheroid in a gutter. With aspect dark and visage grim, He whangs away with skillful brassie, But as for me—I’d rather be In shady nook with Bonnie Lassie. Ernest P, Gladding. CONNICDOOSs com le pte ~~ ae ae a ‘ i ee