3
Shame Is on Him
He who stumbles twice over the
same stone deserves to break his
shins.
Constructive criticism is the
kind people don’t listen to eagerly.
Men who sway the world know
what other men’s brains are worth
in helping them do it.
Environment has much to do
with the formation of character,
but there were several among the
Pilgrim Fathers who were not at
all pious.
Is it possible that when men be-
gan to wipe the dishes matrimony
began to decline?
There Are Two Modes
To be praised by honest men,
and to be abused by rogues are
two ways of establishing a reputa-
tion.
Presentiments are something
you forget completely when noth-
ing happens.
Lies sometimes result
one’s being too inquisitive.
Goes for the Autoist, Too
Discreet stops makes speedy
journeys.
Some pray for guidance and
then do as they please, claiming
that that is the guidance they
asked for.
GET READY FOR
WINTER DRIVING
No section of our population is
more dependent upon the automo-
bile as a means of transportation
than the residents of the smaller
communities and rural districts.
Yet each Fall, many car own-
ers cause themselves a great deal
of trouble and expense by neglect-
ing one or all of the simple yet
necessary steps to assure proper
operation of the car in Winter
weather.
A minimum Winter protection
program should cover:
1. Complete change to correct
grade of lubricants for motor,
transmission and differential.
2. Motor tuned up, including ad-
justing of carburetor, valves,
distributor, sparkplugs, genera-
tor and all electrical equipment.
3. Drain and flush cooling system.
Refill with suitable anti-freeze
solution.
Selection of motor oil and
greases for Winter driving is par-
ticularly important. You must
select an oil which will permit
easy starting, that will lubricate
the motor throughout the entire
driving range of speeds and will
continue to do so for a reasonable
mileage.
For many years Quaker State
Winter Oils and Greases have
been recognized as the highest
quality and most generally satis-
factory Winter lubricants on the
market.
Through Quaker State's highly
developed methods and equipment
it is possible to produce a motor
oil which will have a satisfying
body over the 400-degree range of
temperature it will meet. THat
is, when the motor temperature
is way below zero, the oil will still
be fluid enough to allow the motor
to turn easily and also to flow
freely to all the bearings. Yet this
sarne oil has enough body to stand
up and to give the motor proper
lubrication when the temperature
inside the cylinder wall reaches
400° and over.
As with any other product you
buy, you get what you pay for.
An oil of Quaker State quality is
necessarily expensive to make.
This does not mean, however, that
Quaker State is more expensive
to use. Being pure, concentrated
lubrication, it stands up longer in
service. It gives more miles per
quart and at the same time gives
the bearing surfaces safer protec-
tion.
Youwill want to step into the car,
even when the mercury is hiding
in the bulb and press the starter
with every expectation that the
motor will start off with its usual
Cres zest. This sure starting,
pius motor protection, is only pos-
sible by preparedness.—Adv.
from
Conciliation Wins
It is the part of a prudent man
to conciliate the minds of others,
and to turn them to his own ad-
vantage.—Cicero.
HEADACHE
due to constipation
Relieve the cause of the tron.
ble! Take purely vegetable Black-
Dranght., That's the sensible way
to treat any of the disagreeable ef-
fects of constipation, The relief men
and women get from taking Black-
Draught is truly refreshing. Try it!
Nothing to upset the stomach— just
purely vegetable leaves and roots,
finely ground.
BLACK-DRAUGHT
A GOOD LAXATIVE
GUIDE BOOK to
GOOD VALUES
3 When on n a trip abroad, you can
wu « and
actly
- re out ex-
where you want to go, you
can stay, and what it will cost you.
Rp oR
-
A habit of
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CHAPTER X-—Continued
12
The sheriff looked doubtful. “Well,
= don't suppose an hour or two—''
“Thirty hours,” Dunn said.
Amos shook his head. ‘‘No-—I
can’t do that.”
“Amos,” said Dunn, ‘from the
first, you've played into the hands of
the people that are against the 94.
That's your lookout, if you want to
do that; I don’t figure to make any
trouble for you in any way. But
I got to have today and tomorrow
to put my affairs straight. You
give me 30 hours and I give you
my word I'll go with you tomorrow
night.”
“lI don't question your word,
Dunn,” Amos said. ‘“‘But I doubt
if the people of the county will stand
for it. They're sure hollering for
an arrest.”
“It's you that's sheriff,” Dunn
pointed out. “‘This is the last thing
I'm going to ask of you. But I sure
got to have until tomorrow night.”
Sheriff Amos studied him, and ap-
peared to consider for a long time.
“I want to be fair, Dunn,” he said.
“Public opinion is awful strong
against you-—stronger than is rea-
sonable, in a way. This isn't an
easy thing for me to do. You know
that.”
“Tomorrow night,”
stubbornly.
“Tomorrow night, then,’ the sher-
iff agreed at last.
Dunn said
CHAPTER XI
Horse Dunn watched the dust of
the sheriff's car settle reluctantly
upon the dry flats until he was sure
Walt Amos was on his way.
‘Saddle up,’”’ he ordered.
fresh horse, Tulare.”
Out at the corrals they roped
square - built, hill - running ponies.
“Horse,” Billy said, ‘how big a fool
is Magoon?"'
““Magoon’s a queer one, all right.
If it weren't for that I'd say he
must be clear of the killings, or
why ain't he in Mexico by now? But
Fe hasn't got all of his buckles—
and that's a break for us. Because
we sure need to catch us a wit
ness."
Tulare put in, his mouth full of
bread and meat he had grabbed from
the kitchen, “Witness, hell! I bet he
shotgunned Flagg himself, for the
dough he had on him. He probably
sold Flagg the horse and saddle in
Pahranagat, then rode along with
him, waiting his chance. Then lat-
er he downed Cayuse because Cay-
use caught up to him. Get it?"
“l can’t swaller any set-up that
doesn’t show the Link Bender crowd
at the bottom of it,” Horse Dunn
said flatly.
He jerked tight his latigo. *“‘Ma-
goon is most likely headed out of the
country. But here's what we do:
Tulare, you got the fastest horse.
You circle to the head of the Tamale
Vine, by way of the upper bench,
and try to beat Magoon to the Pass.”
“Billy, you strike northwest into the
point country. There's a bare
chance that Magoon will skirt along
the foothills, picking a pass north of
Get your-
“Get a
“This is as good a try as any,”
“Then let 'er buck! And if either
Billy,
Wheeler held back long enough to
then he also
northward, along the
swept the rolling country.
Quickly his eye picked out the trails
a rider would follow in moving from
the Tamale Vine toward the north-
west passes. Far out on the dusty
flats he could make out dots that
were cattle; but in all that vast
visible range he could find no
mounted man, and nothing moved
on the trails he fruitlessly watched.
Dusk came on, cool and clear and
utterly still, and after a long time
the twilight faded, slowly giving
way to the faint light of appearing
stars, and Wheeler had sighted no
one. An hour before dawn he was
watching again, awaiting the first
light. But morning showed only the
same vast empty range; and three
hours after sun-up he knew he must
give it up.
He saddled his pony and dropped
down from his lookout. One by one
he sought out and examined the
trails he had picked as the ones Ma-
goon might use. This took time:
trails easily visible from his high
lookout were many slow miles apart
for a rider on the ground. Still he
found no sign; and he at last turned
toward the 94, disgusted.
It was deep into the after.
Marian came running out to him
as he unsaddled.
“In heaven's name,” said Wheel-
er, “where were you yesterday?"
“lI was out with my horse—what
of it? When's Uncle John coming
back?"
‘He'll be back by tonight; he gave
Amos his word. Steve and Tulare
sighted Lon Magoon up"
“Tia Cara told me all that. But
look here—where in the world are
they hunting for him now? I've rid-
den all over these hills back here
and never saw a sign of them.”
“They're probably hunting a lit-
tle farther than you went.”
‘““Then,’”’ she said, “they're hunt-
ing too far away! Because I'm sure
I saw Lon Magoon—not more than
three hours ago.”
Much riding and the heat of the
day had made Wheeler drowsy, but
now he snapped sharply awake.
“What did he look like?’
“A scraggly little man with a rifle
in his hands; he was on a good sor-
rel with a blaze face and one white
leg."
“Good lord! Did he see you?”
“I don't think so. After he was
out of sight I got back here as fast
as I could. I was praying some-
“But I'm Not Going Back.”
body would be here.
here over an hour,
body was ever going to come.’
“Can you find the place where he
was?"
“Of course.’
It cost fresh ponies an hour's hard
work to take them to the place
where Marian had seen the armed
rider; yet Wheeler was astonished.
The 94 riders were casting wide,
blocking off distant passes—and if
Marian was right, Magoon had dou-
bled back to take cover almost un-
der their own roof. Marian led Billy
to a vast, V-cut gulch, in a country
heavy with desert juniper and scrub
oak.
“He was riding down here, headed
west. I was in those upper ledges.”
In the broad canyon the ground
was flinty, but in the bottom of a
slender ribbon of gravelly sand
wound a crooked course, marking
the run-off of last winter's rains.
Working up-canyon, Wheeler pres-
ently found what he was after: the
trail of a horse crossing a twist in
the sands of the vanished creek.
“Marian—you sure seem to have
done what failed us all! Can you
read that trail?”
*No."
“A tired horse, unshod, ridden
over rocks for three, four days;
trying to hurry, plugging along
steadily, and straight"
He let his voice trail off. Some
isolated memory from far back was
troubling him, trying to make itself
known. He knew this place: once
before, years ago, he had ridden
here, but only once, for the poor
feed called few cattle. He remem-
bered bitter, soapy-tasting water.
Suddenly he remembered.
“There's some sort of old shelter
up here—some fool mining men had
it once. There's a little water there,
not much good, and stock can’t get
at it; riders don't go through there
once a year. Marian, if I can work
this right—we've got him!”
‘He has nearly three hours’ start,
Billy.”
“But his horse is close to played
out. He'll figure to hide out up
there and rest. If I can come on
him before dark I can catch him in
a straight run.”
Marian’s eyes shone with a queer,
fearful light. “Now? Tonight?”
“Right now — within the four
miles.”
“You will be careful, won't you?”
“Sure. By the time you get back
to the ranch your uncle should be
there. Tell him"
“By the time I get back?”
“Of course-—he told Amos he'd be
back. Tell him to send somebody
with a fresh led horse. I'm going
Ow"!
“But I'm not going back.”
He stared at her a moment. “You
But I've been
1 thought no-
’
sure are going back! What are you
talking about?”
“I found this trail,” she said with
an odd, tremulous stubbornness,
“and I mean to follow it out.”
“Look here, Marian! This man is
mixed up somehow with the killing
of Bob Flagg. He may even be
guilty himself. For all we know,
he'll fight like a cornered wolf.”
“I'm going on,” she said again.
Wheeler saw that the girl was
grave, nervous. He said suddenly,
“Are you afraid to ride back
alone?”
“If you were going back, I would
still go up this trail.”
“In God's name, Marian, what's
the matter with you?”
“Nothing's the matter with me.”
She was pale and quiet, and she
sat very still in her saddle; but,
strangely, he thought he had never
seen her more alive. Suddenly it
seemed to him that a great unsus-
pected strength linked this girl to
the desert hills and that behind it
perhaps lay fires he had never seen.
The twilight was deepening in the
broad reaches of the canyon, and
little time was left. Even a worn-
out horse could get away if the dark
closed down. “Take my word for
it," he said brusquely, “you're go-
ing back—now, right now!”
‘““Are you ordering me?"
“Call it that.”
“1 think," she said, “you can’t do
that.”
“You think I can't?”
“What can you do?”
For a moment it seemed to him
that there was nothing he could do.
In the face of an immediate neces-
sity he found himself helpless. Then
it occurred to him that there might,
after all, be one way, only one. His
mouth and eyes set hard, and he
kicked his pony sideways, close to
hers.
“You think I can't send you out
of this?" he said.
He leaned out of his saddle and
with one arm clamped her hard
against him. With the other hand
he turned her face upward: and he
kissed her mouth, certain that she
would ride with him no farther.
For a moment she was motion-
less except that he felt a sharp
quiver run through her body, and
her lips trembled under his.
Since the first—only—time he had
kissed her, two years ago, he had
thought that he could never forget
the soft warmth of her lips, the
fragile resilience of her slim body
but now the actuality of the girl in
his arms half stunned him, she had
been untouchable as a dream for so
long.
saddle, and the twilight about them
turned suddenly dark and unreal. A
strand of her fine hair touched his
eyes, lightly as the touch of a
breath; he felt the faint pulsation of
her breast. He did not know that
his arm tightened about her so that
he almost broke her in two.
Then her body twisted and she
struck spurs to her pony, so that
he had to release her to avoid drag-
ging her out of the saddle. His
voice shook with the curbed pres-
sure of an emotion he mistook for
anger as he said savagely, “Now
go on back!”
She sat a little apart from him,
and her pony stood head high, very
shaky from the sharp unsteadiness
of her hand upon the curb. She
said, “I suppose that's the bitterest
thing that ever happened to me.
Can't you ever do anything but hurt
and destroy and break up?”
“Will you go back?” he said be-
tween his teeth.
*“No! I most certainly will not!"
Her voice was repressed, but
there was smoky fire in her eyes,
and the upward twitch of her eye-
brows as she spoke out of her an-
ger was strangely suggestive of
Horse Dunn. He looked her in the
eyes, and he knew that he could in
no way bend her will
A great sense of fatalism over-
came him. This had been his posi-
tion here ever since the beginning—
boxed in without weapons and with-
out choice. Now, unable to manage
this girl, he still had to go on. With-
out a word he turned his pony’s head
up the gulch.
He put his horse into the soundless
sand of the dry stream, and pressed
into a shuffling jog; and they rode
for a long time, while the slow twi-
light deepened. Wheeler thought
that he had never seen any desert
country so bleak and lifeless—not
excepting the Red Sleep, where Cof-
fee had found Bob Flagg wrapped in
eternal stillness under the red rock.
And although Marian’'s pony
trailed close behind his own, it
seemed to him that he had never
been so utterly alone, in a vacant
world. Once as he swung crosswise
in his saddle to turn to Marian,
he caught her brushing tears from
her cheeks with her gloved fingers.
Presently, he said in a low voice,
“If a gun cracks, go to the ground,
and take any cover there is.”
They plugged along another mile,
while the canyon narrowed. The
light was failing fast.
Marian whispered, “Billy!”
He stopped his horse and she
came up, stirrup to stirrup. Her
eyes were fixed on the high south
rim of the gulch. She said almost
inaudibly, “There's a rider up there.
I saw him cross between those rab-
bit-ear rocks.”
They sat still for a long minute,
listening. The gash in the rocks
that Marian indicated was no more
than a hundred yards away on a
high-angled line, and the dusk was
very still, but Wheeler could detect
no least sound of a walking horse
“It must have been a trick of the
light,” Wheeler said.
“Billy, I saw him as plainly as I
see you here, now."
He hesitated a moment more, then
stepped to the ground.
“Hold my pony.”
Billy Wheeler's eyes were sweep-
ing the upper levels as he
out of the saddle In the ragged
brush and upthrust above
that forgotten, nameles
stepped
ledges
& canyon, a
thousand horsemen could have been
hidden within the quarter mile. His
were grim as he passed his
reins to the girl
“Marian, for the last time—won't
anything I can say or do make you
go back?"
“No!” She smiled, faintly, a lit-
tle grim stubborn smile. “You can't
seem to understand that I"
A sharp report sounded above,
at the knees. It went down on its
side like a great sand bag. and was
still before the echoes had died from
the rifle in the upper rocks. Wheel-
er's pony reared, tearing free its
head, and bolted down the canyon.
He sprang toward Marian. She
had swung herself clear,
already getting up beside her fallen
horse. “‘Get down-—quick, behind
the horse!’ She hesitated, but he
did not. He seized her shoulders,
deftly kicked her heels from under
her and laid her flat behind her
dead pony. “'Stay there!”
He pulled his gun and moved five
yards to one side, standing up to
draw what further fire there might
be. A minute passed, two minutes,
while he watched for movement on
the upper rim; but there was no
sound or shot.
The desert hills were as silent and
empty as before, except for the dy-
ing rattle of hoofs down-canyon
from Wheeler's stampeding pony.
Maran's voice came to him.
“What in the world happened?”
“Somebody took your pony
through the head with a rifle, is
all.” A crazy red anger was on him.
Loose in these hills was a man as
dangerous and unaccountable as a
wild animal with hydrophobia. For
the first time he inclined to Tulare’s
belief that Magoon was the killer.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Hawaii has a native skyscraper
that stands as an excellent example
of a self-sufficient economy, notes
a writer in the Chicago Daily News.
It contains most of the elements
including food, drink, clothing and
scenery-—that minister to man's
physical and aesthetic well-being.
The name of the skyscraper is co-
cos nucifera. Translated from the
scientific this means a coconut
palm.
While most of the complexities of
modern civilization operate in con-
nection with Hawaii's up-to-date and
progressive commercial life, the
graceful coconut palm still stands
as an interesting contrast to mod.
ernity.
In many cases, where tall palms
line the walks next to the modern
buildings of Honolulu's business dis-
trict, the two types of skyscrapers
stand side by side. |
The milk and the meat of the in-
ner nut provide food as well as
be woven into thatches for shelters.
The outer husk of the coconut and
oils derived from it can be used as
fuel; and the earliest Hawaiian can-
dle was made by stringing kukui
nuts on the rib of a coco frond.
After it has surrendered its bev-
erage and meat, the coconut shell
can be highly polished and utilized
for making dishes, bowls and other
receptacles. Today buttons and
small ornaments are carved from
this material.
Rope woven from coconut Rber
found many uses in the olden days,
when island fishermen made many
of their nets and lines in this man-
ner.
As an important item of island
scenery the graceful, swaying palm
has become a regular trade-mark of
Hawaii. .
For every nimble-footed Hawaiian
lad the section rings that circle the
palms at regular intervals provide
an automatic ladder-type elevator
to the top "story" of these island
skyscrapers.
Jitty Blouse and Skirt
Done in Plain Knitting
Here's simplicity itself—a jiffy
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throughout. What's more, it's
made in two identical pieces (not
counting the sleeves), seamed up
back-—no seams.
Make the blouse with long or
short sleeves and a plain skirt.
Pattern 1568 contains directions
for making this blouse and a plain
knitted skirt in sizes 16-18 and 3
side
of blouse and stitches
Send 15 cents in stamps or coins
(coins preferred) for this pattern
to The Sewing Circle, Needlecraft
Dept., 82 Eighth Ave., New York,
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30 MINUTES
AFTER
Eating-Drinking
ALKALIZE
The fastest way to “alkalize” is to
carry pour alkalizer with pou.
That's what thousands do now
that genuine Phillips’ comes in
tiny, peppermint flavored tablets
- 10 a flat tin for pocket or purse.
Then you are always ready.
Use it this way. Take 2 Phillips’
tablets — equal in “alkalizing™
effect to 2 teaspoonfuls o
Phillips’ from the bottle. At
you feel “gas,” naus
crowding” from hyper
gin to ease. “Acid hea hes,
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are corrected at the source. This
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Virtue of Perseverance
Whatever virtue you possess,
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How CARDUI
Helps Women
Cardul is a purely vegetable medi-
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also helps to strengthen women, who
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ishment, by Increasing their appetite
and improving their digestion. Many
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you have never taken Cardui, get a
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store, read the directions and try It.
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