Argosy, Vol. 85, No. 3 — page 98: what you’re looking at

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440 go sit with Steve Farrel’s mother! And after what you did before our bunch for Steve Farrel’s sister night before last! It’s a good thing you don’t live in Wedgely, for after this—”’ Mildred flushed sweetly and a bit angrily. ‘But I’m going to live in Wedgely, Walt—for I’m going to marry Steve. Why —I could never go back to New York and leave him in such a fix, not on your sweet life! His poor old mother, so sick and helpless, and that fool kid, that Lola child—I guess not!” Walter Leeds fell back feebly against the fence that surrounded the Race home. ‘Marry Steve! After me goin’ in debt to dress to please you! Marry a boob that looks like he does!” he gasped, red and white by turns. ‘Pooh! Steve Farrel could put on over- alls and carry a hod and beat you all— all of you——to a finish for looks,” retorted Mildred with cold amusement. ‘ And he isn’t afraid to work, that’s one of the five million things about him I love. But I’m sorry you went in debt for clothes, Walt; that’s a mighty fool thing to do.” ~Mr. Leeds continued to stare at her pretty flushed face, and presently he pulled a seventy-five cent handkerchief from his pocket, the border of which ex- THE ARGOSY. actly matched his tie and hose, and pro- ceeded to mop his brow. “To think of a baby-doll like you tak- in’ up with a fellow who wears the tramp get-ups Steve Farrel does!” he groaned helplessly. ‘“ T’ll tell you something,” rejoined Mil- dred Race, seeing that she had really dealt him an overpowering blow. ‘“‘I was so almighty sick of the dudes I’d been goin’ with in New York, with everything on their backs, and nothing in their heads or the bank either, that I just had to love Steve for bein’ so natural. and such a relief. And speakin’ of money in the bank —why! Then, too, he’s had such a time with that poor sick old mother—why, I’ve got their suppers four or five nights now while Lola was gallivantin’ with that fat drummer. Steve needs me anyhow. Somebody has to keep that kid sister by the fireside.” ‘““ Mil—dred!” called Mrs. Race from the front door, “if Walt and you has made it up bring him in to set a spell. I’ve got some cold lemonade here and some cookies.” Mildred Race held out a friendly little hand and smiled happily into his be- wildered eyes. ‘“‘Come on in, Walt,” she invited hos- pitably as she opened the gate. MORNING SONG ORNING at your window smiles; She has crossed the world for miles, Just to look at you— Brought you all her dew, Waits, her arms with roses laden, Just to look upon you, maiden— — -Oh, your eyes are blue! Far across the eastern sky, When the stars began to die, For your lovely sake Softly did she take Shoes of pearl and came tiptoeing, Noiseless as a lily blowing— Tust to see vou wake! CO 1OOOLK nn C©