Argosy All-Story Weekly, Vol. 123, No. 3 — page 96: what you’re looking at

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378 to shoulder fighting that howling ring of men, women, and children, each leader suffering as much from the attgcks of his friends as from the assaults of His enemtes. Stooping for dust and rising to throw it, stooping for meal and rising, stooping and tising, praying for brickbats, blinded by the dust, their lungs panting for air, coughing, choking,- smeared with yellow cottonseed perspiration, alt looking like demons m a golden glow— — “My Gawd!” Vinegar Atts bawlied. ‘“* Gimme air; lemme me outen dis!” | Suddenly the fight was arrested by a high shriil voice exactly Nke the cackling of a guinea-hen. They recognized the famibar tones of Ginny Babe Chew in the ffesh. “ Git out de way, you niggers! Gimme reom accawdin’ to my fat!” The crowd surged back in consternation. They huddled in Httle groups, and some looked like they were getting ready to belt.” Hitch Diamond stepped forward and his ‘rumbling voace thundered: “Stand hitched, niggers! Ginny Babe ain’t dead—ain’t never been dead. ane ain’t aimim’ to ha’nt ye!”’ Fhen he leaned back against the wall, "% _ black hand. He had gone to the depot ta meet Ginny Babe, and had fasted to see the battle. But the yellow warriors were funny enough for him. * “Hitch Dramond tells me dat you nig- gers is gittin’ ready to take possession ef my house! * Ginny Babe cackled. ‘We wus, but we ain't,” Skeeter sasd, looking down at Ing ruimed clothes. “You couldn’t git it even ef F wus real dead,” Ginny laughed. _ “How come?” Pap Curtam asked. “Lawyer Hanly come to me atter I made dem three wills an” pussauded me to Pave my heuse to Hitchie. Hitchie is my fust- born son of my secont-married hus®unt, so I patd de lawyer ten dollars, an’ he deeded over dat house to Hitch wid a deed.” “Dat means dat dese here wis amt nothin’ but words,” Vinegar mourned. “ Us chicken-headed niggers is done a mighty lot of cacklin’ over a mighty small egg.’” “ Nothin’ but words,” Ginny saad with a wicked laygh. | Hitch reached ‘over amd patted bis mother’s fat shoulder. Whatever her faults, Ginny had always been geod to him. “ Deeds speak louder dan words,” Hitch ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. cevering his grimning mouth with.a great said. ° CThe end.) Lj Lv} U THE PASSING OF A MIRAGE BY MAY STAYTON. | S some lone traveler in desert ways ft Thrills at the sight of palms—hew green, how fair! — Se I, when deep into your eyes I looked, = Fhrified at the love-light sely gleaming there! And as he, springing to the promised shade, Finds in @ moment that 1 fades away, So have I found the light al? false, untrue, Fhat ghmmered in your eyes and made my day. "Twas but the picture of some happier spot Fhat mirrored on the burning desert shone; *T was the reffecttom of my own heart’s fire Deceived me. Tears have quenched the flame. Ongioaeitarra HARUN CEOS 6SaGOii