Argosy All-Story Weekly, January 13, 1923 — page 37: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

JUNGLE TEST. served as the coolie’s refreshment during the long hot night. It was practically certain that he would drink from it before morning. _ He for one would not give the alarm of the girl’s disappearance until long after sunrise. At present it made little difference whether he was awake or asleep: the thag knew that he could carry the captive girl through one of the windows on the other side of her bedroom, without the punkah-boy’s being any the wiser. Accordingly the thag circled the roof and crawled into the girl’s bedroom, swing- ing himself up to the rafters and hanging motionless by one of his long arms. From this position he could obtain his first per- fect view of the girl. Her silken hair had become disheveled with her tossing, and now lay spread out upon the pillow. Her features were so in- distinct in the blue mist with which the room was diffused, that she seemed ethe- breathed through them in an audible suc- cussion of sighs, almost moans. A curious thrill, partly of wonderment, partly of a mysterious fear, gripped the thag. He had come into the presence of this beautiful being after committing his five crimes, aS a murderer comes into the presence of a holy image. To the beast who scarcely knew the meaning of fear there came an indescribable tremor, a con- sternation. The men whom he had dis- posed of were more powerful—he thought to himself—but they were mortal! For a long time the dwarf hung there looking, fearing, worshiping. His heart began to thump in the big pigeon chest— why he did not know. It kept a sort of barbaric rhythm with the punkah—three beats to every flap, and as an undertone delicate and beautiful there was the girl’s breathing. A savage syncopated sort of music had real. Her lips had curled apart and she come into the soul of the thag. TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK. U ve U RAINBOWS HEN the weather’s damp and drippy, Why be short or why be snippy? Why complain? There’s a rainbow coming to you, But its glory isn’t due you, Till you’ve had a spell of rain. When the weather’s bleak and gloomy, Why be charnelly and tomb-y? Don’t you know, If you want the curve and color, You must have the sky grow duller As a background for the bow? When the weather lacks in laughter, There’s a rainbow coming after, After while; ° But because it’s still expected, Be a lesser bow reflected oe From the sunshine of your smile! . — Edmund Vance Cooke, 2S = comichbook ". : =a os IPR ee Sa I eet re Sh a , =" ~ = a = = ~ - e 3 ee ee ee a So + —_ my -~ = - er ST “ - - “ ys ee i ee Nn EN eh Re ee Se er ee ee ee — Pn ne