Argosy All-Story Weekly, February 7, 1925 — page 106: what you’re looking at

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pack into her lap. 576 Suzanne, helping herself to another piece of fish, ‘‘I should refuse to touch a morsel.” “In the movies,” William reminded her, - se the beautiful girl always marries ae wale lain. who stole her away.” Suzanne giggled, and his spirits speared. | “Have a fag?” he ventured, tossing the Suzanne selected a cigarette, and accepted his offer of a lighted stick. “When you’re in jail,” she told him, “ you'll miss ae smokes like anything!” “When we're married,” Wiliam, “we'll make my dad build a a house with a nice little smoking room— “These mosquitoes,” Suzanne put in rudely, “ are fierce!” ‘Come over closer to the fire and they - won’t bother you.” The flaming red ball of the sun sank lower and lower over the smooth, shining waters of the bay. William gave Sport ‘the remnants of their feast. Suzanne looked on with languid interést while he scoured the cooking utensils with wet sand, washed and dried them carefully, and stowed them away in the second tent. Then he heaped more wood on the fire and stretched out near her. into a tight white ball between them. “ One large evening!’’ remarked William enthusiastically. Suzanne, ignoring him, traced her initials) in the sand, followed them by a second set, and drew a heart around them. The second set were not William’s. The silence had lasted for a long time when Suzanne screamed. “Ugh! A horrid toad!” She scrambled to her feet, “It jumped right up on my hand!” “T was just going to make myself scarce,” growled William, “but 1 guess I better stick around—since a poor harmless — — toad—” little hoptoad sends you into hysterics.” Suzanne shivered. ‘ Don’t let me keep you,” she told him valiantly. “*'You cold?” “Freezing! Not that it matters to you, of course—” William disappeared and came bak with a heavy brown-sweater, Suzanne shrugged her thin shoulders into it, examined the ‘persisted — Sport came and curled himself ground suspiciously, and sat down again. close to the fire. - “You know Pm just absolutely nuts about you, Suzanne!” — “You have such nice ways of showing it! Think I’m going to sleep in that tent—and let those horrid things hop all over me? ’l sit here all night first!” 3 “ Don’t have to sleep in a tent.” William moved closer. “Just say the word, Suzanne, and you can sleep i in your own lit- tle bed tonioht Just give me your solemn word of honor that you'll go with me to- morrow morning to get the license—” all that it might be.” ‘““Well—there’s a way of overcoming “TI thought so! Sappése. you get us out of this creepy as pense it gets ane pitch dark.” “ Mean it, Sizanae® No kidding? Gee gosh! TI be so good to you—” “ Why, you conceited wretch! ever even implied that Vd marry you? Look me in the eye now, William! Have I ever tied any strings to you? Haven’t I said no, and no, and. no—” “But now youre going to say ae A—w, Suzanne! I'll be so good to you—” ‘““T know you would, old dear. You’d never stay out nights, or gamble, or sell the baby’s shoes for drink, or even look at any other girl—not even Helen. And you'd al- ways remember to kiss me good-by as if you meant it—not just a duty peck, And you’d come home for lunch every day—” “You said it!” ras moved closer. Sport cocked a nervous ear and growled ferociously. Suzanne turned and surveyed still _ the long sea grasses behind her—tall waving plumes in the dim half-light. “TI hope there isn’t another horrid top- “No, he’s just dee: at the —_ Go on—” = | “ Where did I leave off?” “Vd come home every day for lunch,” murmured William soulfully. “Ves, and strew the paper all over the As you said, the Snning isn’t Have IT floor Sunday mornings. And we’d drive—_ fifteen Miles an hour—every nice Sunday. ~6 A. EOMiIE BOO 7 Sg > > é Per me % - ee, == ~ ere —— ge ay (E(0) -_