Argosy All-Story Weekly, January 21, 1922 — page 61: what you’re looking at

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

SHELBY’S HEAD-ON CRASH. did wowia any man fall in love with her, stripped of the barbaric splendor that won Bobby’s avowal? She did not know. Still, there was Henry Lott back in New York. He had helped her, perhaps some day she might— MOdsh. ol ‘“ Perhaps,” she murmured again as Bob- by, quite forgotten by her, got up and left the room. The conquest of East Morton over, Alice began mentally her advance upon New York. by Charles Wesley Sanders Author of “ Toole o’ the Trolley,’ ete. A NOVELETTE—COMPLETE IN THIS ISSUE CHAPTER I. RIGHT ON THE NOSE. HELBY was parting with his red stub- S ble of beard, a necessary morning rite. He had got a fine lather working before the little mirror on the wall of the telegraph-office and had drawn the razor down one cheek. The clean, pink skin of health showed there. Shelby had other signs of health about his person. He was a stocky youngster, a little short for his breadth of shoulder and thickness of chest; for, though he had not been able to add an inch to his stature, he had been able to build a fine layer of muscle over his body. The face in the mirror was square. There were freckles on the rather short, upward- turning nose, and the cheeks spread away from the nose too flatly. But there was a pair of big, clear brown eyes in the face, and the forehead was broad and white be- neath a tangle of red hair that mocked brush and comb. Shelby was no ten- thousand-dollar beauty, but he was husky and very much alive. Some stained firemen and head brakemen were inclined to consider him a “ dood.” Maybe he was. The blue serge pants he mow wore were acutely pressed, and the tan shoes had a shine which would have permit- ted Shelby to become a member of the Ancient and Honorable Order of Boot- blacks when that had flourished, for Shelby had polished these shoes himself a bit ago. His shirt had cost two bones up in the village, and there was a near-Panama hat on the peg with his blue serge coat. A very white collar and a blue silk tie were on the table. The slightly worn collar which he had taken off the night before was in the cupboard with half a dozen mates. comicloool C©