Argosy All-Story Weekly, June 13, 1925 — page 146: what you’re looking at

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618 Some one must have whispered in his ear the story of the bank’s difficulties, its com- ing suspension. He realized there was na time to warn me, for at any moment the wireless might order Gibbs to shut the bank’s doors. So your husband did a noble thing on my behalf!” “Fell me,” Elean pleaded in a hushed Voice. “Tt was simple, Mrs. Denham. Your husband altered the check from six to sixty thousand dollars. Gibbs paid him the money an hour before the news of the bank’s ruin was being broadcast from Canton!”’ A sigh of relief came from Elean. The big Chinaman laughed loudly as he resumed his pacings to and fro. “It is written that good deeds shall save men from the everlasting wrath!” he intoned. ‘‘ There is always the choice of heaven or hell! Only the fool—” ‘“ Ahoy, there!”’ Norry called from the cabin stairs. “ Um coming along!” Elean’s arms were about him as he stum- bled forward across the polished floor of the cabin. Norry recovered himself, Straightened his shoulders as he turned to the big browed Celestial. ‘‘ By Jove! I was just in time to lift your capital from that bucket shop on the Parade, Mr. Foo!” he exclaimed, dropping the pile of money bills on the table. ‘* Only just in time!” Elean laughed excitedly as she patted his shoulder affectionately. Norry was always the victim of brain waves! Imagine him forging a friend’s check to beat a bank be- fore it flopped! Good old Norry! THE U U ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY, Ty Foo raised the bills slowly from the table, counted a number to the value of twenty thousand, and squeezed them into Klean’s hand. ‘J am very superstitious!” he confided seriously. “ It was foretold in the calendar that yesterday was to be the period of my humiliation. I was born under the Sixth star of the Fourth circle. And, you see, now,’ he added with infinite tenderness, ‘that by putting the fourth circle on my check Norry has saved me from disaster and ruin!”’ Elean looked quickly into the big China- man’s face, into his smiling eyes that re- vealed the sunshine of his open nature. Norry’s voice sounded steadier now. ‘We'll find our lugger Elean!” he said, drawing her to the cabin stairs. ‘* She’s safe on the beach!” Elean kissed him tenderly and it was then she noticed the sudden flush of a tear on his cheek. ‘Silly boy!” she chided with an unac- customed tremor in her voice, ‘‘ But we’re safe!’ she added when they reached the stairhead. “* And—oh, Norry, it must never happen again!” He wiped the moist agony from his brow, drew in a breath of clean air from the coolmg sky. ‘It won’t—never happen again, dear! My God!” he added under his breath. “ Only a Chinaman could have passed it off like that!” ‘“* Passed it off.” Elean regarded him in silent commiseration for several moments. “Ty Foo believes every word of it,” she declared with a final breath of relief. END U ~ ABIE’S IRISH ROSE” has broken all American play records for length of run, having recently entered upon its fourth consecutive year on Broadway. ANNE NICHOLS its author and producer, has purchased ° “White Collars,’ based on the Arcosy- Attstory serial, “Regular People,” by Edgar Franklin, and has established it at the Sam H. Harris Theater, New York, where “The Nervous Wreck,”’ (another Arcosy story), had its all season run two years ago. EDGAR FRANKLIN has just completed another fine comedy serial which will start in this magazine Watch for it. within a few weeks. Further particulars later. COMmlelooo S CO© mm