Argosy All-Story Weekly, August 9, 1924 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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

{ —_ QV St 1 dl 5 ey By PAUL LORRAINE VANCE A NOVELETTE—COMPLETE IN THIS ISSUE TT" years in Guatemala, and a “white eye” fiend; twenty-three years old, and out of a job. Fast work! It took some engineers down here ten years to turn the trick. Larry Simms sat on the edge of his bed and loathed himself. His native honesty made him confess that his chief couldn’t be blamed for having called him a weakling. A fellow that kept his skin full of white eye from the time he knocked off work in the evening until somewhere past midnight, and then had to take a good bracer the first thing in the morning, must have a weak spot somewhere. Only, the chief didn’t know the reason. His wretched reflections were interrupted by the entrance of his houseboy, Braulio, a mixed Spanish and Indian youth of about twenty years. “Braulio went to a small cupboard and took from it a bottle of color- less liquid. Pouring out a small glassful, and filling another glass with the water from a porron, he placed both glasses on a tray. ‘““ Here, patron, is your trago!”’ With a hand that shook slightly, Larry reached toward the tray. Then he changed his mind. “T don’t want it, Braulio. I’m off that stuff.” In astonishment, Braulio looked closely at the liquor to see if it had a fly in it. Reassured, he asked: “* Que tiene, patron? Are you not well?” “Yes, I feel all right, but I’m going to quit drinking.” Larry rose, seized the glass of aguardiente in one hand and the bottle in the other, stepped to the door, and dashed both against the stone wall surrounding the patio. 180 COIN (”) NOOK nn