Argosy All-Story Weekly, November 12, 1927 — page 81: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

By H. * @~ N’ what time will you be comin’ for supper?” Bella asks when she’s done with the good-by kiss she’s takin’ from Sandy, able bodied seaman, sub- marine crew of his majesty’s S-12. She adds, explanatory: “ It’s Welsh rabbit (’m havin’, and you know it won’t wait.” Now I’m not sayin’ but what Sandy counts Bella up and over all things, but I do say that if Welsh rabbit was a woman he’d be a bigamist. And Bella, smart little gig, trimmed slim, knows how to use her Welsh rabbits. Sandy and me look at her surprised. She nods, wistful, sort of. “Yes,” she says, “I’ve been readin’ in the papers how pettin’ parties have come to London from America, and from what I’ve figured about ’em [ want one. I’m givin’ you Welsh rabbit, darlin’, and if you love me you'll report prompt. After, maybe, you'll consider the wantin’ I have.” L. GATES Now Bella has rights, up to a point, to use her controls on Sandy, though why she took on with him, she bein’ a rakish design, I don’t know, but just the same [’m cox’un’s mate, his superior officer, and he must look to me, accordin’ to regulations, before he can go sayin’ what time he’s comin’ home to supper and pettin’ parties with his honeymoonin’ wife. So I says, “ Bella,” callin’ her that be- cause I’m his majesty’s superior to her hus- band, “‘ the orders is that we’re to take the S-12 for a maneuverin’ dive with the cap- tain aboard to kind o’ keep acquainted with his men. We’ll be comin’ ashore around five o’clock.” Sandy, whom I’m collectin’ like the rest of the S-12’s crew, who were scattered through the base, starts to say somethin’, me havin’ spoken first, as regulations pro- vide, but Bella shuts him up with a wave of her hand off starboard. 555 "OmIGbDoo (F@)