Pulp Fiction, 1923 · page 50 of 180
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676 “But what made you think Wambold was up here in these mountains?” I de- manded. “ Because we let him escape on purpose so he would lead us here,” she explained. “We've been suspecting him of connection with the mountain gang right along.” VILL. Ir wasn’t till nearly dusk that we got the hooch loaded up on a government wagon that had been sent for and started out. Nancy and I rode a little in the rear. I drew in close beside her as I saw the moon ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. peeking up over the Blue Ridge. It came to me all of a sudden that the kind of “‘ Moon- shine Medicine” I had been singing about down there on the James, that seemed so long ago, wasn’t the kind I had been mean- ing then at all. “You like bold men, don’t you, child, even if they don’t know they’re bold them- selves,’ I whispered, and slipped my arm around her while our horses drew close. “Tf you think you’re being bold now you're missing our guess,’ she whispered back. ‘I’m tired of having every one think Y’m just an officer when I’m really all girl. Let’s sing ‘ Moonshine Medicine ’ together.”’ THE END. u U THE NOVICE OF Life, I think, is like a game of bridge— I do not know the rules—yet earnestly I try to learn from teachers who are wise But—strange, somehow, no two of them agree! “ Keep the conventions—never break the rules!” Says number one. “ That is the thing to do— Those who would break them are but silly fools!” ‘Play your own game!” advises number two. “ Lead trumps right out!”’ advises number three, But number four admonishes me, “ Nay, It’s better far to use them cautiously — Conserve your strength—that is the better way!” “ The game’s a partnership!” another says. ‘Do what your partner signals you to do!” “ Go it alone!” another still instructs— Which one is right? Ah, me, if I but knew! Meantime the game awaits, and nervously I sort my cards. Ah, now it is my turn! Shall I remain a novice evermore? When teachers disagree, how shall I learn? Roselle Mercier Montgomery Gomichdooks (C@