Argosy All-Story Weekly, April 19, 1924 — page 102: what you’re looking at

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%2 Had dinner 6 p.m., and at 7.29 started back to give Gordon’s shop the double O. Arrived 7.45, found same character inside with him, and a lighthouse posted just out- side. Nobody else in sight. Entered shop to question man with Gordon, but he must of knew me, for he beat me to the draw. There was only one thing to do, and I done it. .I smashed the only light there was in the shop, cutting my hand bad. Have had same dressed by local doctor and entered fee on my expense acct, please find inclosed. Then I locked door to keep bandit from making get-away, also to prevent his accomplice from crashing in. The gun put up a hard fight in the dark be- Le} is} % ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY, fore I overcome him and snapped the brace- lets on. After it was all over Reilly shows up and the lighthouse was so dumb he run tight into Reilly’s arms and got himself beaned. I turned my man over to him and come back to hotel to make out report and also to get injured hand dressed. Will report in person soon as have collected reward offered by the mayor. Moe Gordon slipped me a fine watch fob. It’s a lucky beetle, like they found on King» Tut. Hope I keep mine as long as he’s had his, Yours truly, OPERATIVE 23. U Ls) “COME ON ALONG.” GHE smiled and whispered it to me: “Come on along! Come on along!” What call could more alluring be— ‘““ Come on along!” It was a blossom-burthened day, The kind that made them name it “ May.” I followed, when I heard her say: “Come on along!”’ Cerulean were the springtime skies— “Come on along! Come on along!” Still more cerulean were her eyes— ‘** Come on along!” I dropped the task I had in hand As she tripped forth along the land And wafted me her sweet command: ‘“ Come on along!” Could you have heard that flutelike voice— “Come on along! Come on along!” You would have had no other choice— “ Come on along!” You should have followed, as did I, Bidding your loathly task good-by, Thrilled at the music of her cry: ‘Come on along!” Nor was it right that she should say ; “Come on along! Come on along!” In such a tone on such a day— “ Come on along!” Yet do not chide me that I went On toil neglecting pleasure bent— Her call was wine-and-honey-blent: “ Come on along!” Strickland Gillilan. Copmicoooks CO