Argosy All-Story Weekly, February 7, 1925 — page 67: what you’re looking at

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WHERE SHE BELONGS. = | B87 called up the St. Arthur, w here he always stops, and he was out. Called up again this morning, and he was out again, and he hadn’t left any word for me. 1 don’t like that a little bit, Sam. That. contract ‘isn’t signed yet, and there are people in. this burg who'd be tickled. pink to get hold of Brink and shave prices untii—” - Strangely, after all those years of utter concentration on his business, Samuel only shrugged angrily. s Brink lL turn: up when he ‘gets ready, : 1 suppose. If he reads all this. twaddle, he may conclude that I’m too much of a joke to do business with and never turn up!” Thomas - shook his head and grinned - faintly. | “ You don’t seem so crazy about a publicity, after all,” he reflected. “ Day ‘before yesterday I thought you were get- ting ready to bust into the public eye Sad make quite a splurge?” “YT don’t like this kind!” Samuel snapped. “ I’m perfectly willing to do some saute of my own ‘Kind - in my own line.” “Umum,” mused ee S ‘Sam. is ep possible that too much hard work and too much hardware have knocked your vision into a cocked hat, whatever you were get- ting ready to tell the trade journals about it—or are you actually getting filled up with the pride and the haughty spirit that precedeth destruction, and so on?” “What does it mean?” grunted the head of the firm wearily. _ : “Means that, so far as Pa: able to see, Nell’s going te give the firm about a million dollars’ worth of free advertising before she — is through with this stunt,” sighed Thomas, “ Confound itt T wish Brink would show up!” ry | of date a a swell- headed ass and all the rest of it,’ Mr. Harkton propounded, sav-— agely, x but I'm eternally dod-blasted if I WAEE my wife to do any {ree eI for— Here he ee in ihe sen ae of bring- ing down an emphatic fist, for the door was opening” and the little ‘girl who presided ‘over the desk in the anteroom was looking timidly at him. - “Well, I may be old-fashioned aS out sf ‘Phe—the photographer, Mr. Harkton,” aie said timidly. picture!” ‘CHAPTER VII. PENALTIES OF SCIENCE, ~YAMUEL. subsided. ‘He also brightened ) strangely, Mm a -queerly. pathetic way; sweeping phere of day before yesterday. “Er—all right, Send him in!” he di-. rected. © You get out of here, Tom!” “There are about fifty suggestions I’d like to make while he’ S operating on you; still I appreciate your diffidence,” Mr. Wil- bur chuckled, as he started 466 the door. “Sam, have you read through the forty pages of specifications that go with that Brink contract2” ce No!” = “Well, for the love of Mike, will you forget Nellie and do it?” the head of the sales department cried, desperately, and threw out his hands in appeal. “ You, per- sonally, have got about four hours’ work to do on that thing before you can go at him intelligently, and he’s likely to be here — any minute! Will you please get at ee “T—yes, Il get at it as soon as I'm through with this man, Tom,” said the old, quiet voice of the head of Harkton, Inc. “ Beat it!” The door closed, with Thomas on the outside and the photographer on. the inside. This latter, Samuel noted with mild in- terest, seemed to be quite a character. He was a small man in early middle age and of peculiarly shrunken effect, with an eye bright and alert as the eye oF a fox and a body apparently capable of motion as swift as any panther’s, Plainly, in- the practice of his profession, he was no ‘purveyor of -prefatory remarks; he looked. _just once at Samuel and then he bounded forward, the while unlimbering the front of his box. _Just once, too, he glanced at the big. win- dows. He smiled, with what struck Samuel vaguely as one of the most oddly open. and = = | disarming smiles he had ever seen. “The man to take your eS ~ it was exactly as if some kindly magic z , wand had waved above him, ‘him back to that happy, complacent atmos- u thy M) h : ab tes 44 VP DD 1 “\% i rene tered pt ma