Argosy All-Story Weekly, October 25, 1924 — page 79: what you’re looking at

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

THE DANCING DOLL. “Do you want to go, Margot? Do you want to go to New York?” The girl hesitated for only the fraction of a second. “Yes,” she said. “I couldn’t very well refuse such an offer. Of course I’ll go!” “Good! We'll take you right along to Harbison’s hotel and he'll get you aboard the boat as early as possible. There may be some trouble getting by the officials—” But Mrs. Harbison interrupted, laying her hand on the girl’s arm. “ Oh, I’m just sure we can fix that, honey! I came with a maid, and the papers are made out to include her. We can leave Marie over for the next boat. She’s perfectly crazy to have a little time in Rio. Not very nice, but I know how she feels. JI was young once myself. We'll smuggle Miss Dalby aboard as our maid. I don’t suppose you’d mind going as a servant, deary?” “Td go as a stowaway or as kitchen help to get away from this terrible country,” ex- claimed Margot passionately. Tina listened with amazement. “ And that’s the girl that George mar- ried!” she thought, indignantly. ‘“ She hasn’t even asked whether George is going or staying here. She doesn’t even care! George is smart, all right, but when it comes to picking a wife, a baby could do better. She’s a hell of a bride!” TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK Le] Le} U WOMEN BRAVE SING of women brave who through The ages stayed at home While husbands went adventuring, Nor cared not where they’d roam. The women of the Cave Age with Their mates a-straying far, In search of brontosaurus and Of horny dinosaur. The women of the Ice Age who, Howe’er their hearts might yearn, Would pack their men off hunting while They watched the home fires burn. And women of Crusading times Who waved their men to war; With shouts and smiles they’d send them off, And silent heart breaks bore. Then sailors’ wives of olden days, Their husbands on the Horn: Great guns! They’d wait for twenty years Before they’d start to mourn. And so I sing of women brave, Although I sing in vain. The wife won’t let me golf to-day; She thinks it’s going to rain! Beatrice Ashton V andegrift. COnniclbooolK< 69° (F@)