Argosy All-Story Weekly, March 15, 1924 — page 166: what you’re looking at

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

NN ri iy | ~ By WARREN SCHOLL ~ % LD man. Snyder, with a piece of f bread, carefully wiped a bit of ma” spilled gravy from the red table- cloth. He poured his coffee from cup to saucer—and with all the deliberation of sixty-five years parted his hoary, tobacco stained whiskers and drank. ’ * For goodness’ sake, dad, hurry! Ed’s coming over to-night,” chided Sarah, his daughter. “I’m waiting for your dishes.” Dad slowly drank his coffee, and said nothing. These young people were always in a hurry, he mused. Still, he must not complain. Suppose Sarah had no callers? ‘How would she ever get a chance to marry? “We're going to have a party,” contin- ued Sarah. ‘“ Ed will bring his saxophone, and the other boys have traps and violins.” _— The old man lowered his saucer, wiped his whiskers, and fathomed in his vest. He produced a stubby old pipe, and exam- ined it. ‘When you go to bed, dad, don’t walk by the parlor if the bunch are here,” cau- tioned Sarah. The old man fumbled with his pipe. He placed his hand on the table, then rose and pottered about the cupboard. “What are you hunting for?” asked Sarah, ‘A piece of string. This mouthpiece is busted,” explained her father, exhibiting the pipe In its several parts. ‘Why don’t you smoke that new pipe { bought you last Christmas? That thing is filthy.” 795 t CGOMIIGOOO