Argosy All-Story Weekly, October 6, 1923 — page 36: what you’re looking at

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

is _ this voice from civilization. A great man, -___a historical personage, was speaking quite : = confidentially, it seemed, to a group of ~ cowdogs and muckers4 in a desert town! ~ One of these muckers, however, a hermit - from the Granite Wash Mountains: did not join in with the reverential spirit of the __ others. When the speech rasped to a close, — and Hallie slid another record onto the disk, _. the old mucker spat and said: | —— ~ “J gin’t believin’ ever that’s told <= “me in this here bar.” | “The crowd turned its gaze ‘upon the > speaker of this extremely irreverent remark. _ The red-haired young man in the highly _ colored clothes burst into a loud, prolonged Jaugh. Phil Wyndham saw his open mouth and the gold Ailings of his teeth. He hated _~ him suddenly ior no reason he could ¢ eX= actly designate. == = ~ skeptical mucker went on, “‘ that that ain’t ___ the voice of no President.” =~ ‘What ’ll you wager?” was Hallie’s very = natural but good natured retort. oe do. ae a Bene how can you 2 prove it?” He looked aroun ing circle of oueste " is ec any man - here who knows the President’s voice?” he = demanded bitingly. _-— {his quieted them for a moment, and it = "appeared that the old mucker was to win _ -his extraordinary argument until the well dressed red- nates one struck upon a happy ae “sidered that the argument was won. But _ the old man was still resourceful. Se si grant it’s printed on this here pan. Mae So. But yeu can't prove it by no- ee "Look tice 5 » “Hallie ecioheratel “this pan as you call it has the actual _ voice of the = as you write a letter on paper. 16. believe, I know. It’s so wonderful.” 3 The maucker’s face erie’ up. He was = = _ short stopped t to listen in rapt attention to “And I'm wagerin’ Pha ae now, ” > the Seely ere on the record, id it yourself!””— Inasmuch SS : new the mucker c C0 puldn’t read, he con- — President recorded See ~~ President’s voice speaking to us i's hard | 2 co ¥ ore 6 a —* - nt < om a = -ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. =e If that’s the Prestdont in ‘Washington — givin’ that thar speech, 2 he said craftily, “Td like for you to oe on another pan with another speech.” “What ’II you have, Jo?” Hallie asked. ** Lincoln’s Gettysbure speech! Put that_ on and I'll believe you!” : The scornful shouting and yipping of the crowd was cut short by a sudden change of expression on the girl’s face. Instead of __ joining in with the general laughter, she was _ _ Staring: with an almost frightened look at an insignificant cowman who had entered —— unobtrusively upon the scene. They observed the serious, firm mouth, and the brown eyes peering under the rim of the big sombrero. The obvious fact that, somewhere in Hallie’s past, this man played an important part, displeased them. The Se -haired youth sat up straight and twisted cigar about — in his” “mouth, paling 2 Sam Quiggley, the harness maker recog- . nized Phil Wyndham as the foreman of one of the outfits of the cattle range to the ‘south. But it was Wyndham himself who broke the sudden, tense silence. For the ‘moment every one in the’ room had the pe- culiar feeling—an intuition common to all euests past and present at the Golden Cloud _ bar—that this stranger was about to make —— trouble. Having created this general impression Wyndham, his features almost threatening with the seriousness of his mission, said. | SS Se “Vd like to talk to you, Hiallie= atone: = Hallie could not tell by the note in Phil’s voice whether his tidings were bad or not. —_ Optimistic as she always was she refused to succumb to the first natural fear—that something had happened to her mother. She paled slightly—a circumstance which the men about her misconstrued. It was Mr. Frederick Hayden, the ce = man in the colorful suit, who took matters = into his own hands, realizing of « course that the crowd was backing him. ~ “T am the owner of this Seiiichmere Soke he said, “ that is, f am a partner with Miss — = Hallie Crockett—Miss Crockett, whom we have nicknamed ‘ ‘Sun-up’ Ss ‘Sweetheart.’ We all object to any man horsing in here from micbooks <S :