Argosy All-Story Weekly, February 7, 1925 — page 35: what you’re looking at

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suit! \ \. By BEATRICE ASHTON VANDEGRIFT A NOVELETTE—COMPLETE IN THIS ISSUE CHAPTER If. HER WEDDING DAY. | Y wedding day—when I was to sever - all ties and follow the man I loved » to our little gay home in the Bronx! 3 ——— I watched the sun burst over the back alley, pale and hazy at first, then spread- ing glorious through the gray skies like a lump of hot butter in a cold batter, and thought of the other scenes it had wit- nessed. For it was the same sun that had lidded eyes. It was the same sun that had tiptoed into the gloomy tomb where Romeo and his Julie laid. It was the same sun that had smiled on a million lovers and yet —to-day—it was a different one, some- how. — : And before it had even commenced to warm the western sky, I would be stepping into a swell meter machine with my Andy and tour to the Municipal Building where a distinguished judge or something would ask us do we take each other for better or worse? And we would say: ‘“ Leave out the worse. There ain’t gonna be none.” Then we would cross the river and board a beautiful green plush parlor car and be whisked away to the Delaware Water Gap, where we had engaged an elegant suite— and Andy would hold my hand real roman- tic all the way. SS Andy!—I twisted my head as I personal- ly applied a marcel, and risking a seared ear, turned to look at the little picture I had of him on the wash-stand beside my bed. Id had it there a year, ever since I promised to wait. And now there wasn’t 505 | | Gomicbooks (E(@)