Argosy All-Story Weekly, April 4, 1925 — page 148: what you’re looking at

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938 “You impertinent young fool!” thun- dered Henry Swain, “if you dare—”’ “Henry!” cried his sister. ‘ Stop her!” He turned in time to see his daughter standing poised on the outer edge of the yacht as the little boat filled awav on her new course, heeling far over and so lifting the girl high above the level of the water. At the same time the odd ship of El] Cantor glided in under the lee of their craft and there was El Cantor back at the wheel, handling it like a sensitive horse, while big Samuel stood with legs braced far apart. ‘Jump, Peggy!” cried El Cantor. “ Peggy, are you mad?” shouted her father, leaping for her. But she was already in the air. Her leap and an upward fling of the yacht had THE U ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. pitched her high, and now she rushed down Straight into the arms of Little Samuel. He received her as lightly as a feather, swung her around, and there she crouched low on the deck with an arm flung up across her face, as if to cover it from the scorn and the rage of her father. At the same time, the wide-bottomed boat of El] Cantor, its sail filling with the wind again, leaped away across the water, and the yacht whipped off on the opposite tack. “T'll_ come about after them!” Elizabeth Swain. ‘Hold your course,” said her brother bit- terly. ‘‘ He has her.at last. It would take a greater power than mine to take her from him again!” END cried U U AN HONEST MAN A MERRY litt Se And begged a ri For I was on She was as sweet le maiden stopped My vehicle one day de to Rutherford, the way. as honey, And her face was like the rose, As she offered me an apple And a nickel. I'll have to take ‘*T suppose you, lassie, but Twill cost you more than this ”; So I charged her Just one tiny, in addition weeny kiss. My ancient steed grew balky Ere I’d gone a single mile; I could not budge the animal With punishment or guile; The little lass grew nervous, She would no Lest she be late longer wait, at school and thus Incur some awful fate; : So feeling very sorry for The merry little miss, ZI gave her back her apple And her nickel and her kiss. Frank Lintaber. CO GIOok