Argosy All-Story Weekly, February 7, 1925 — page 102: what you’re looking at

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ote “Nifty looking rag you’ve got on, Su- zanne.” Ignoring her sarcasm, William sat down boldly in the big wicker chair. “Like it?” Suzanne thawed a little. ‘““Isn’t so bad, is it, considering that I cre- ated it all by myself re ‘“Made it?” William was properly im- pressed. ‘Gee gosh! Stand up and let me see. Say, it’s the snake’s whiskers, all right, all right! Want to give it the air at the South Bay Club to-night?” Suzanne stifled a yawn daintily. ‘“ Too hot. hs is stupid exercise anyway—danc- ing.” “‘ Let’s ride then, Aw—come on, Sue!” Suzanne’s brown eyes danced with mis- chief. “ Fifteen miles an hour?” “ Fifty, 1f you say so! The chariot waits.” “ Ves—for a long time, if it waits for me. Because I’m going out in that junky little old red tomato can this evening—if you get me.” “Well, of course, if you feel that way about it—I guess Helen Frey won’t hesi- tate long when I ask her. dance, and a run over to the Outside Inn afterward—” “Won't she—just!” “‘ Give her my love, and tell her I hope she enjoys playing second fiddle.” William took his departure in dignified silence. He was half way to the gate when the red tomato can rounded the corner, and propelled by its owner’s masterful hand, came to an abrupt standstill a perilous two inches from the rear buraper of the shining new sedan. Z 3 “Hey—look out, there! You crazy!” howled William. Then he heard Suzanne’s delighted giggle close behind him, and wheeled sharply. ‘‘ Yes, here’s your greasy mechanic friend now. All dressed up, too. Bet he’s going to blow you to a nickel ice cream sandwich!” “Vou better say it low!” Suzanne’s eyes flashed fire. Turkington disengaged his long body Z from the shabby red roadster and came toward them, grinning broadly. He wore white flannels to-night. Yes, and he had a collar on, for once. hoarse wail of. protest from the start I guess maybe she won’t just jump at the chance of a agreed Suzanne. peeling off his coat now. _ just wants a little coaxing.” And a wide striped ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. tie—holy mackerel, what a tie! soul sickened with envy. Just leaving, William?” Turk inquired pleasantly. ‘““ How did you guess sit?” queried William with heavy sarcasm. “Don’t rush away on my account.” William, unable to think of a sufficiently scathing reply, retreated to the sedan in silence. by a distance of three feet, hiccuped twice, and stopped. William tried again. _ The starter gave forth a maddening cres- _cendo snarl, but that was all. ‘Purkinpton Flooded her?” “Nothing wrong. around because I like the scenery.” called, “ What’s ee Out of the tail of his eye William saw Suzanne’s: amused smile. He drew another long, ter. “Say, fellow, for the love of Pete, lay off! That won't do any good. Let’s have a look.” J Seton was raising the hood. “Yes, you’ve flooded her for fair. slide over, will- you, and. let me aed persuasively to that engine?” se “Don’t bother.” luck, William climbed out of the car. “Where are your tools?” questioned Turkington good naturedly.. “Under the front seat, I: suppose. I've never used them.” “ Want me to falestione the ‘ofrage to send a man down, William?” Suzanne in- quired pointedly. “Of course not!” Turk interposed. “ Suzanne, how do you get that way? Tl have her humming i in two shakes.” “Don’t trouble yourself.” William’s tone. was icy, “ Pll get Hawkins down to fete “No trouble at all.” Turkington was “ Carburetor “The show,” announced Suzanne, “starts in twenty minutes, Turk!” | Turkington folded his coat neatly and laid it-on the grass. “I can fix it in fif- teen,” he grinned, and set to work. Suzanne regarded his broad back thoughtfully, then turned and went back to the house. William’s Under his hasty manipulation it. separated itself from the red tomato can. Tm just sticking Just. Silently cursing his Eomicboo cS mM COI