Argosy All-Story Weekly, December 4, 1926 — page 127: what you’re looking at

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ROLL YOUR OWN. ness. There was something shivery and oppressive about the stillness of the house. No mighty tramping of Frederick Bud- long was there—for he had ceased to care about his home. No telephone tinkled, that Dorothy might learn the cause of her husband’s delay—for Dorothy had ceased to care about her husband. Irma crossed the room, and switched on one of her heav- ily shaded lamps. She actually hurried back to James Cranning, and sat very close to him. ‘“ Jimmy, whoever could have thought—” she began, and she could go no further just 437 His arm went about her protectingly; the girl snuggled a little closer, and looked up at him. : “Jimmy, I’ve been an awful fool in so many little ways. I’ve had to roll my eyes at you, and—and at lots of fellows, I sup- pose. It never meant a thing, of course, but—Jimmy, do you suppose that had any- thing to do with it? Her being able to take him away from me, I mean?” “No,” the kindly James said firmly enough, although he did not face her. ‘I guess they were in love in the first place, after all, and so—”’ then. James’s shoulder! “There, there, there!” James said sooth- ingly and grimly. Irma.” Trembling, she hid her face on “Well, what the hell,” inquired Mr. Fred Budlong himself from the open window which gave upon the small veranda, “ are you doing in there with your arms around my wife?” TO BE CONCLUDED NEXT WEEK vu U vu HAIL TO WINTER C—* winds sweep down from the mountains, Chill mists creep up from the sea, The leaves flutter down, red, golden, and brown, From the boughs of each frost-tinted tree; The hum of the insects is silenced, The song-birds have taken their flight, And the cloud’s leaden hue hides the sun from our view, As we launch on our winter of night, “You mustn’t be silly, Adieu to the beautiful flowers That blossomed to brighten our way; And softly we sigh an unwilling good-by To our short, sweet summer of day. Yet, hail to the wonders of winter, To the beautiful, snow-covered night, With the silvery gleams of the frosty moonbeams On its broad, trackless reaches of white. s To the shimmering flames of Aurora That whisper and tremble on high; To the star-studded field of the night’s sable shield, Or the cloud-hidden, storm-ridden sky. | Cold winds sweep down from the mountains, F And winter drops down like a veil, But with true northern grit we are welcoming it, : 23 And we say to the winter, all hail! as Vella Truitt. 5 Eomicbooks - = i ge PS EI Le ee ee Cy PS pe = - ee — eo