Pulp Fiction, 1928 · page 4 of 164
Argosy All-Story Weekly, February 18, 1928 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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ARGOSY-ALLSTORY ee Se = ee Ee VOLUME 192 SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 18, 1928 NuMBER 6 7 j “ ae at X 8 aT GPO. PF By CLAY BRIDGER CHAPTER Tf. TROUBLE. LOOMING AVE DIBBLE, the old postmaster of the little cattle town of Poco, was sorting out the mail which had been dropped from the express train; the dropping of the mail pouch was the ex- press train’s sole gesture of recognition of such a dot on the prairie as Poco. Not only did the long train from the East fail to stop or to slow up in passing through Poco; it seemed actually to put on more speed than ever and continue humming and roaring westward into the night. There were perhaps forty or fifty letters and eight or ten newspapers in the sack which Dave had picked up from the sta- tion platform and brought to his general store, a tiny link in Uncle Sam’s great post office system. Dave had opened the pouch, extracted the contents from it, and placed them on the counter. Then he had adjusted his spectacles and, with his elderly wife assist- ing him, and with more official mien about her than even old Dave himself, he slowly commenced to sort the various letters. As he read the names of the addressees, he passed them to Mrs. Dave, who put each 802 DOOKS mie (E©) (E@)