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Argosy All-Story Weekly, April 18, 1925 — page 141: what you’re looking at

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IN THE EVENT OF DEATH. on this trail to win his brother’s fortune. ‘In the event of death of any or all the heirs herein named, his third share of the Bar Nothing ranch will revert to my niece, Hazel Farley.’ That was the will they drew. That was the document which led to all this tragic farce. And he, poor devil, has parodied it. ‘ In the event of life,’ he says. And he crawls out to life everlasting.” And Cosgrove laughed, a strange nerve- shattering merriment. Hazel leaped to his side. 291 And he was. He sank in her arms to the chair beside the desk. And in a moment he was deeply, astoundingly asleep. “Go!” she whispered to the others. “ Help him over to the couch and go! Sleep is what he needs more than anything else in the world.” They placed him upon the couch and left her. After they were gone she sat down be- side him and, as a mother watches a sleep- ing child, she watched him. “VYou’re tired!” she cried. ‘“ You’re “Tn the event of life!’? she breathed. spent!” “ Life everlasting! With you!” THE END . 6 Uw U LOOKING BACKWARD | WISHT I wuz a boy wunst moar, I kno what I woed du;. I’d gether all them hazel nuts That grows down bi the slough, An’ then I'd bild a grate big dam Down bi that big high bank, An’ back the crick up to our barn, So paw cood fill our tank; An’ then I’d bild a nice big bote, With seets along the sides, So me an’ Lizy—that’s my girl— Cood hav some nice ole rides. I’d take her to the sirkus, too, An’ buy her lemonade, An’ popcorn balls an’ P nuts, too, An’ seets fur the P raid; An’ when we both got big enuff, I’d marry her, U bet; (If I just knowed where she was at, L b’lieve I’d du it yet!) ... Gee whiz! If I wuz just a boy— An’ had the sense I’ve got— I’d crowd my life chuck full o’ joy, Whether it paid or not; I’d grab the kernel of life’s nut, An’ never mind the shell; An’ first of all, ’d have a home Instead of a hotel! Will Thomas Withrow. .OO mic (E@) (C6)