Argosy All-Story Weekly, Vol. 123, No. 4 — page 79: what you’re looking at

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av. BEWARE OF “1m not grinning. I—” “Yes, you are! Your’re laughing! It seems funny to you! Do you know ‘what Billy’d do to you if he ever really found me here?’” “‘ Shall we just drop that sort of specula- tion and spend our time looking for the best way out of it?” Thomas asked quietly. “No! Because I-—I like -to think of what he’d do to you!” Mary cried, quite irresponsibly. ‘‘ He’d drop business and everything else and consecrate the rest of . his days to making your life a hell on earth! He’d hound you till you pleaded for death!” Mary assured him who sought to aid her. “He would! He said he would! and he always does as he says.” ~ “Well, that would—er—be taking alto- gether too much trouble on my account, Mary,” Thomas said. ‘I don’t believe it, anyway. And I think you’re foolish to waste time in hysterics that we might use | in devising ways and means. You know, those clothes of yours aren’t necessarily the only ladies’ garments in Braydon!” £9 What? ” _ “No, there are lots more girls in town and theyehave quantities of clothes. The only question is how to get hold of an arm- ful for you and do it quick!” Little Mrs. Emerson controlled herself. Her voice grew plaintive, even humble, as she asked: THE BRIDE. 585 “Yes, Tom? How?” “‘ Give me two minutes for deep thought and I'll tell you,” Thomas smiled. “ Don’t fly at me like that, Mary, again; it takes time and it’s unnecessary. The worst of it’s over now; everything unpleasant that can happen has happened and all that remains is for us to keep cool and discover how to shoot you over to that train in time.” Mary nodded contritely. “The way’s all clear ahead of us now,” Thomas concluded. “ There'll be no more jars and slips and mischances to—” Lips apart, he paused. If human ears can be pricked up, Thomas’s did just that thing. There had been a hint of sound, out there in the corridor, two seconds ago; there had been a bump and what resembled an astonished African voice saying: ‘‘ Heah! what call yoh got t push me lak that? Ah cain’t help it if you’re in a hurry!” There had been, then, a hint. of these things. But the heels that hammered down the corridor were solid, demonstrable fact and no hint at all. And the fist that pounded upon the Henning door just now was so real as to bring a stifled, inaudible shriek .from the unhelmeted knight. “ Open it, Henning!” said the new, low, terrible voice of William Emerson without! “Don’t wait to hide her this time! that door this instant, or by the Lord! Ill come through it anyway!” This story will be continued in next week’s issue of the ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY, the consolidated title under which both magazines will appear hereafter as one. _U vu GU U YOUT H- BY DAVID FERRIS KIRBY OU, Who are young, Do not lose sight of the dream Of your youth. Keep your head up, Look onward, Breathe deeply, -Reach for the goal. Forget the past; You have much to live for. Fhe future is yours. Go. -_ Original froma Y O ENGI) Open . clooolK CO