Argosy All-Story Weekly — page 143: what you’re looking at

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CHARLIE CHONG, A. —sparingly as befits the gentler sex—but the ambulance was called although the casualties might be described as trivial.” ‘And the police?” suggested Tze Mong, an interested listener. “As the entire stock had been sold out, leaving only bare shelves, they were sum- moned to clear the store that new merchan- dise might be installed,” the scholar re- plied. “Oh!” Charlie Chong’s brown eyes were no longer almond shaped, but round with wonder. Bong Lee’s last words had lighted, flare- like, a picture of success—colossal success. He scarcely heard the formal words of fare- well nor noted the growing pile of purchases upon his desk, left by the members of the schoolmaster’s party. From a drawer, the young man took a box of neatly printed cards—cards he had prepared for his triumph. For an hour he had thought of them as useless, mocking things, but now—he handed one to his em- ployer. Upon it was printed: CHARLES CHONG, A. M. San Francisco, Cal. Chinese-American News. “T have been trying to congratulate you for half an hour,” Tze Mong broke in upon the young man’s joyful reveries. The telephone rang sharply and Charlie Chong answered to be told that Jones & Company wished to speak with him. A clicking within the instrument and then: “This is Mr. Harvey speaking. I’ve had some trouble getting you, but I wanted to THE v NEXT 1+) M. say that we find that we can take some - space in your paper. I was talking with Mr. Estcourt of the chain stores at lunch — to-day and he told me of the remarkable results he got through your medium, I im- agine you'll get some nice business from him. I have some copy ready. When can you come over?” “Right away,” this breathlessly, He turned to tell Tze Mong of the new victory, his skinny legs itching to be traveling to the advertising sanctum of Jones & Company. ‘‘T shall have to hurry,” Charlie ae as he rose from his chair, “ You see—” ‘But who is to look after the news?” the publisher asked querulously. “The Chung Mei Bo should be thorough- ly modern,” the young man replied with great seriousness. “‘ As head of the adver- tising department, I can supervise the news —it is done on all progressive dailies. You — can get another editor. Give the eminent Bong Lee a chance. He wants to break into journalism and he’s only seventy-two. Besides, I want my evenings free. I promised to take your lovely daughter, Tze — Chan, to a movie to-night.” card be still held and and studied it. AL though proud of his foreign learning, he spoke English seldom. He appraised the legend before him with puckering brow. — “‘ Charlie Chong, A. M.,” he read, staying ae the already hurrying legs that were bearing their owner doorward. “ You are not an — American college man, I know—what do these letters—A. M.—stand for?” pet ‘Why — Advertising Manager — of course,” Charlie Chong called back, as he dashed down the creaking stairs. END ! U WEEK U In addition to the start of the New Series, ‘“ Hopalong Cassidy’s Pal,” by Clarence E. Mulford, the issue for May 2 will contain a spirited Complete Novelette ~ THE SEAGOING ELEPHANT” By ARTHUR PRESTON HANKINS, Author of “ Gold from the Cafion.” O 458 (S@) Comicbook