Argosy All-Story Weekly — page 11: what you’re looking at

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ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WE BK i yy SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 1, 1923 VoL. CLIV NUMBER 1! By DON CAMERON SHAFER CHAPTER I. A MEAL AND AN INTERRUPTION, OW Rollin Ross Foster Livingston, a all that so much name implies, but a, few days before dining sumptuous- ly and expensively in an ultrafashionable restaurant, came to be concocting a meager supper in a tomato can on the right-of- way of the R. and V., in the questionable company of Shivver Slater, is an insignifi- cant fact—but thereby hangs this tale. Howbeit, seated he was, in a little wooded dell on a bank of the tiniest of brooklets, where crooked birches. cast their friendly 1A shade across a shallow, stony pool. And the savory odor of something cooking floated in the evening air—perhaps to his undoing. Alas, almost everything this young man did of late seemed to his undoing! At this point the R. and V. reaches its greatest elevation in crossing the water shed through the Narrows, And the steepness of the grade makes it easy for certain way- farers to board the noisy, slow moving freight trains as they labor up the hill. The ravine was gray with ashes and littered with smoke-blackened camp fire stones, proving it a favorite camping place for such migrants as the two bivouacking there. CORMIC OOKSseO