Argosy All-Story Weekly, June 27, 1925 — page 123: what you’re looking at

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THROW UP YOUR HANDS. 919 reasonable. And it’s a real handsome look- §“‘ How about pianos, dear? You'll want in’ garment. Ain’t it elegant, Friday?” me to accompany you, won't your” The aged mountaineer looked and sniffed. ‘Shore! Yere’s one that plays itself, “ Shore, it’s elegant—ef ya aim t’ throw hon’! Made fer discximinatin’ people— yore money around just lke so muck that's us Comes complete with twenty water!” rolls o music. Ten dollars down and fif- ‘“T wouldn’t be found dead in it,” Mar- teen a month. And only five ninety-eight gery announced, “and as for letting you twenty-six! And while we're a wanderin’ men do my shopping, you can close that around im th’ music department, I reckon book right now, Larry Wilpin!”’ we better catch us a phonograph, kid. Larry tucked the catalogue under hisarm.. Yere’s a dandy fer fifty-nine eighty-five! They were nearing the httle white church. Make anoteo’ that, hon’ And don’t fergit A benevolent old man with snowy hair and = that cuckoo clock! | rosy cheeks was standing on the lawer steps. Oh, looky, Marge! Yere’s jest what “ Welcome, friends!” he greeted them. Fve been cravin’ fer years. A real all. wool “ This little gal, here,’ Larry informed bathrobe—only four ninety-eight! And him, “ is my fiancée. We're a honin’ to be yere’s th’ men’s clothin’ and furnishin’ de- spliced, padre. De you reckon you can partment. ‘It pays to dress well and it fix us up?” pays to Buy yere!’ Yere’s a fancy all-wool The pastor of the Yumpa church beamed serge in a nifty dark brown stripe fer seven- upon them. teen sixty-fivel And jest the shoes I've “My children,” he said in his fine, old been lookm’ for! Say, aim’t these books voice, “I think it is only meet and fitting wonderfull How come I never saw one to celebrate the death of an old era of vice before? How long has this been goin’ and corruption and the birth of amew dawn an?’ of hope and peace and prosperity by unit- “ Afore ya spend all that thar money,” ing the two of you in holy matrimony. Will Friday put in sourly, “how about some you come in?” things we're goin’ t’ need? How about sack The four entered the little church. And dies, bridles, hackamores, plows, harrows, there, in the very shadow of the gravel cultivators, seed and sech like?” mound beneath which lay the torn and _—Reat flipped to page rosz. “ Vere they twisted ruins of Yumpa, Lawrence Wilpin are, Frday}! A genuine Minadoka stock and Margery Corbin were married. saddle fer thntty-nine fifty. Twenty-hair When the ceremony was over and the stran front cmehes, three and a half inch bride had been kissed not only by ber hus- belting web rear cinch! Whut snappier sad- band, but by the minister and Friday Pep- dle could ya ask fer? And yere’s a bridle per, they went out on the step and sat fer four ninety-five, a curry comb fer eigh- down in the warm afternoon simshine— teen cents, and a hess blanket fer three Margery in the middle, Friday on her left ninety-five. And yere's plows and cream and Larry on her right. separators and farm lightin’ plants. With heads together, they pored over the “Say, ain't them dishes purty, ban’? ‘ pages of the catalogue. We'll have to get a set o’ them. Only ene “ Yere they are!” Larry announced ex- fifty-nine! Ain't things cheap in this boukt citedly. ‘“‘ Mother o’ peart keys, comes I never beard of sech bargains! Honey, fitted with rubber mouthpiece, mickel plated we sure are goin’ to have a prenic furs reed holder and mouthpiece cap, music lyre, in’ that house of ours.” braided strap with metal snap. Silver § He opened the catalogue at random. plated, satin finish, gold plated bell, keys ‘‘ Margie!” he gasped. ‘“‘ Speakim’ 0! bar- and engravin’ gold plated and burnished. gaims, jest look at this! Yere's a beantilul And only one hundred and nine dollars and royal blue enameled perambelater will forty-five cents fer a genuine C melody rubber tired wheels fer only ten ninety: saxophone!’ That’s mine!” eight” THE END COMmiiclbooks.€O ()