Argosy All-Story Weekly, February 7, 1925 — page 66: what you’re looking at

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= = ‘to do some dictating first or have’ me put in an hour or two instructing the girls Mr. Calvert took on. You mentioned that yes- = —terday, Mr. Harkton.” “Go break ’em in, tg all r means, 2 ae uel said acidly, as he made for his desk. = = The: mail can wat For whatever reason, SS was glad t to see her go. He glared after the slim, straight _ back, and ee eelievedly as the D00E: Aoced. | Well, the worst was. over, if one chose to feel that way about it. The blow, that is to say, had fallen and the first. shock : the dearest little ‘passed; he no longer h ha fluffy woman in the world for a wife; he = was the husband of a scientist. All right— = so be it. They’d probably both recover and be on good terms again shortly with- out any great damage having been done. ~ - Samuel chuckled, not too merrily, and _ opened his papers. As ‘yet his brain had not quite settled down to the day’s business; he’d glance through the other stories of Nellie’ s achievement. — Their earlier parigeaphs were “not star- ling: they told much the same tale as. his — ‘own pet journal. The average newspaper reporter’s comprehension of science seemed to be about as clear and sweeping as his own, didn’t it? One of them referred to Nel- 3 lium as the newest. metal; tioned it just as glibly ‘as a gas; and still a | third—hey? Samuel frowned suddenly at: a New York hardware concern.’ “Well, what the—” Samuel muttered. ec Employed, ” if you please, “ by a New York hardware concern!” His warm eye hurried down the column. Was there any more of that? No, apparently there was. no more; they hadn’t even mentioned Mr. Harkton again. But one of the other sheets - might have mentioned him, and just as un- - flatteringly.. Samuel. ‘spread out the next- == paper and glared at it, and presently he «Oh hang that! whined aloud, for: er Harktor’ Ss. ee upon whose name this brilliant little woman has brought ee Well, ‘dammit! -T believe that’s = = = : S able!’ = shouted the head ef Harkton, Inc. another men- -done— - scoundrel had something up her sleeve last _ so much glory, is Charles F. Harkton, a _ _tinw are salesman.” _ ARGOSY- ALLSTORY WEEKLY. _ «& You do, eh?” "Thomas. Wilbur chuckled. Samuel ; started violently a and scowled up- weed: EQ Oh, you, ds aS Good morning. ‘Yes, I do!” he. snapped. ‘‘ Have you read this?” “Yep. It isn’t a marker to the one you = haven’t opened _ yet,” 2 Thomas Jae as You’ re John — Harkton, -@ canvasser, - that one—and the fellow who . wrote it a his imagination a little free rein and as- sumed that the grand prize ‘would pay for the little suburban home you’d been strug- gling to See and dhe. educate the kids.” “ “Doesn't ‘mean a ‘thing, any of it, = “Te “doesn’t, eh?” ca ‘Well, it means that two or three lawsuits will begin to pop before noon. D’ye think z Im going to let this bunch of scandalmon- gers hold me. up to ridicule and get away with it? D’ye think— Here! Call up Stanwood and tell him-to come around, quick! We'll start something.” _ "No, we won't,” Thomas corrected ‘soothingly. <TH call up Stanwood, and he'll have the papers correct all that. stuff —whick they’ll do quite readily, I think, when they know that Stanwood! s our law- yer, and—” , “Correct, be Ranged gs ane ae al- though a, shade less furiously. “ [ll take enough good dollars away. from that crowd - to—” = “Mrs. Harkton’s husband is. employed by z oe nee Tisten® aE the head of the Salis “department put in. firmly. “Vou're running a big hardware concern. here. You’re not running a madhouse or a school for emo- tional - acting, whatever Nellie may have And at that, [ll say the little night, eh?” he smiled. Something pretty Practical ¢ about the kind of science that Sem. in n fifty. thousand at a crack, Sam. “You did ‘some apologizing this. ‘morning?” “Yes. But this—” TI attend to = Sam —what T started to ee you heard from | Brink?” —- cc “Well, T haven't, -either a he’ 's been here i in town ‘since yesterday morning,” Mr. Wilbur went on, and his smile v anished. ‘eT cS Samuel_ shouted. €O (ee) mic boo