Argosy All-Story Weekly, Vol. 189, No. 4 — page 29: what you’re looking at

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THE BULLY OF BISCAYNE BAY. 499 more thought to the girl to whom he was dictating a letter than to the letter which she was nimbly putting into pothooks and other mysterious symbols upon the page of her notebook. Her name was Beulah March. Miss March was efficient and intelligent. Doubtless, she was, as private secretaries went, a paragon; yet Teddy Armbister was uneasy from the hour she entered his office. It was hard to concentrate on work when she was around; much pleasanter to gaze into her great, blue trustful eyes. These eyes of Miss March’s were as blue as sum- mer skies—and as full of romantic adven- turous promise. Miss March had the sweet- est, most tempting smile; and her cutely- bobbed hair had in it the seldom seen sparkle of newly minted gold. Teddy Armbister knew that some product sold over a drug store counter had assisted in this newly-minted-gold look. But the result was enchanting. : With alluring, lovely youth so close at hand, it was hard to say, in brisk, business- like tones: ‘Gentlemen: In reply to your inquiry of the thirtieth, ult—” 7 Far more natural, far more human to wonder dreamily if that small pink mouth would taste as sweet as it looked. The telephone rang. Miss March start- ed to rise, but Teddy Armbister said: * I'll take it”; and in very businesslike accents he snapped into the transmitter: “‘ Armbis- ter talking!” “Is that you, Teddy?” a sweet, drawling, feminine voice answered him. “I do wish you wouldn’t bark at me that way. ‘This is Sylvia.” “T’m sorry I barked, Sylvia,” the young man apologized, his voice at once falling into the gentle cadences he employed with them all. “I didn’t mean to bark. I’m so sorry it sounded like a bark.” There followed a few pleasantries regard- .OO AACE cS (E@) co