Argosy All-Story Weekly — "Sea Marauders" — page 122: what you’re looking at

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‘ ] : af ARAM eu aan’ a Mati "7, e ; Bes ee te ar a Ls Ae t+ oe ait. A SS el du i bl wa — z 544 _ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. “Ah? Anybody we know, Bill?’ Anne asked whimsically. “Nobody I ever met,” William chuckled, “ but she had some name, Anne! Get this: Gwendolynne — not l-i-n, but I-y-n-n-e! Gwendolynne Rayle! Zowie!’ “Gwendolynne!’’ Anne breathed. ““He must have picked her out of a novel—eh?” William observed. “I should think a man—hey! You're not leaving so soon? Stick around and visit?” “T just ran out for a breath of air, and I have a—a lot of things to do— now, Bill,” Anne said sweetly. “ By by, Bill!” “ Good-by, Anne,” said William. When she had gone, Mr. Reeves sat for a time and merely scowled. Gwen- dolynne—that suggested something or other. No, he had never known one himself, but—hah! That was it, of course: the girl Dick went nuts over, years ago! And wasn’t her name Rayle, too? Mr. Reeves scowled more darkly and grew quite excited. No, it wasn’t Rayle; it was Gayle; it was something beginning with a G, anyhow—Gillis, wasn’t that it? Yes, of course it was— Gwen Gillis. He remembered now. Still, the scowl persisted until Mr. Reeves shook his head decidedly. s Couldn't be, of course,” he mut- tered. ‘‘ Things don’t happen like that. Anyway, Dick’d have been down on the first train if it had been; he was scared stiff of her. And at that, even if it was, it wouldn’t matter. Anne never heard of her.” — CHAPTER XVI. STRAW GRASPING. said Mrs. Bragg, O her name,” “as Anne?’ Richard whirled about with the most remarkably savage jerk! Cu- riously, that infernal laugh had done something definite to him, something - — > ee te og pat St, Ss ee Sn w= oo ent ps ree e Soars Bo een gt ae (6. ees that heartened while it still infuriated him. He was no longer mere quaking pulp; the laugh had kindled the dying fires and the light of battle was in his eye. “You might have spared me that!” he snapped. ae Be Dicky ?” éeé Yes = “Well, dear me! Did it make trou- ble for us?” Gwen asked unconcerned- ly. “I’m sorry, of course. It wasn’t intentional. But you did look funny, you know, hunched over that telephone whispering and puffing, with your face all shiny, trying to explain something or other. What were you trying to ex- plain, Dicky?” “Nothing of consequence ? : “Upon my word!” breathed Gwen, with some interest. “Are you being impolite, Dicky?” “ Call it that if you like, but—” ~ “Well, don’t be too impolite, be- cause it isn’t wise,” Mrs. Bragg said, with a little warning smile. ‘‘ Mamma doesn’t want to slap its little patty hands, you know. Is she a lovely little thing—Anne?” Firmly, Richard stepped over and took the chair beside her. “Gwen, suppose we don’t discuss her?” he said. “Well, if it’s as serious as all that, perhaps we'd better not,” the lady mused, after studying him for an un- smiling moment. ‘ Only I must say innocent little chortle, that, having been in love with me, it’s, not very nice to turn so openly to—” “And suppose,” added Richard, “that we do have a show-down, right here and now!” “What?” “Yes! You tell me in so many words what it is that you want me to do, and let me do it and get it over with!” “And be free?” “Exactly!” Mrs. Bragg, unfortunately, seemed not even interested.