Argosy All-Story Weekly, February 5, 1921 — page 26: what you’re looking at

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312 And now he crawled, crawled with what frantic haste he could, because he heard the uproar from the street. And he laughed. The kid was probably munching her hunk of candy now. Queer things— kids! Got her candy—happy— He reached up to the sill of an open window, clawed his way upward, as he had clawed his way up the fence, straddled the sill unsteadily, clutched at nothingness to save himself, and toppled inward to the floor of the room. A yell from the head of the lane, a cry from the other end of the room, spurred him into final effort. He gained his feet, and swept his hand, wet with blood, across his eyes. That was the vision there run- ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. ning toward him, wasn’t it?—the wonder- ful, glorious vision! “Pardon me!” said John Bruce in a /Singsong voice, and with a desperate effort reached up and pulled down the window shade. He tried to smile. ‘‘ Queer—queer things—kids—aren’t thev? She—she just ducked out from under.” The girl was staring at him wildly, her hands tightly clasped to her bosom. “ Pardon me!’ whispered John Bruce thickly. He couldn’t see her any more, just a multitude of objects whirling like a kaleidoscope before his eyes. ‘“‘ She—sshe got the candy,” said John Bruce, attempt- ing to smile again—and pitched uncon-. scious to the floor. (To be continued NEXT WEEK.) man in the world, and I can prove it. I'll bet that if he got caught be- tween two raising fools and one of them had a straight flush and the other had a set of fours, while he had only a pair of kings, he could break his pair and draw to an ace, king, ten of hearts, and come out with a royal flush. I fix the suit as hearts, too, because-—well, as I’ve already said, Billy’s the luckiest man in the world. You see, Bill and I have been friends for years. I’ve been watching for a long time the way Lady Luck’s been holding him by the hand. I remember very well when the war started how Bill began put- ting a few dollars into drugs and chemi- cals, and I remember it was only a little while before a new sign joined the others Bex LOZIER’S about the luckiest Charles on Platt Street—‘ William P. Lozier & Co., Drugs and Chemicals.’”” That when we got into the war Bill had to leave some. body else in charge who ran the business. to the wall in just a couple of months: doesn’t prove anything against what I’m telling you about Bill’s luck. To my way: of thinking Bill’s luck went right along with him just as strong as ever, for he went all: through the Argonne and came back home whole. I know right well Bill ’d rather’ have a whole body and no money than a: bunged-up body and lots of coin. | At that, though, Bill’s luck played him. pretty strong even in the smashing of his ; business, for when all the accounts were $750 net left for Bill. If that had hap- pened to me, I’m certain sure/that ther paid and everything settled up there was, 7