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Show Murray Eagle, Murray, Utah feflyaylftiNaiVE "III iI on ounM P. II V nrr M 1 1 A v ""'kkT HEART OF sIsgSROGRAMS n Poor C.n J0 misspelled TD-D-E : On Your Radio WORTH EilENDSHIP . - i """-ssorg- i lt" BY TOWN "deslc,,,.. ng the WILLIAM BYRON MOWERY r3DAY,7:00P.M.,M.s.T. NBC Coast to Coatf Network SERVICE WSIfeseline remit wf Instant) ha Put RIO. U. B. PAT. OFF. PREPARATIONS ' " , into COUNT VON LUCKNER instantly relietc, of rheunutin 1 ld' and nenriiu theonenfe colcls, too. No, ?ers' heat ii c 'Wyoujuitrti "te you fed fc d Rowlet Re" : will not bums i m yourdruggit Continued V you spa',: but he's e that knoii 'rcless. One hundred and thirty miles away, nearly four hundred miles from Fort Endurance, a small tribe of Tinnelis lived along the western fringe of the They were a timid, skulking, Inoffensive band, shouldered into a region where other tribes scorned to live. Dave MacMillan had been their friend and they Drought him their furs; and Alan, during his years at Endurance, had sent a protective patrol to them twice a year. Joyce had found out where they were spending this summer; and Alan had a mission with their old headman, Mugwa-Etthen- . When the timbered country began yielding to lakes and he got out his glasses and started searching ahead for their ramp. At a height of five thousand feet he could sweep a region of more than two hundred thousand acres. The eyes of an eagle, the wings of a bullet-swif- t curlew, and that Hrowning machine gun through luck and driving purpose and a faith In his dubious plan, he had smashed through obstacles till now he held the power and heavy odds over luose uuuuiis. The sure knowledge of this was about all that "was left to him. Ills work In the Mounted, his life here In the North, were both gone; and Huzzard's cataclysmic words last evening had showed him that his secret hope toward Joyce had been a fool's hope, a fool's wishful thinking. How low he must have fallen In her esteem, that she should burn bis gift to her I At first It had seemed a little cruel of Joyce to do that. Hut then he looked at the Incident with relentless honesty, and he could not blame her. Once he and she had planned to imirry. People, had spoken of It; It had been generally accepted She had liked niong the Hlver. him, loved him. What must her feelings have been as she watched his relations with Elizabeth, and saw him engaged to another girl and coining no more to the I'.Ig Alooska? She must have felt shame, a burning shame, at being Jilted. Month after lonely month of that It had been an outrage to her girlhood. Nothing she could do to him could be so heartless as what he bad done to her. Through the propeller disk he at Ihst sighted the Indian camp, a cluster of hrowu leather tents beside a lake where the band was passing the summer near their fish weirs. P.uz.ard roared over the camp and hanked to alight. Old Mugwa-F.tthcna and gnarled wrinkled old savage, stalked up and gravely hade them welcome. After this flood season of heavy rains, Alan knew there were a few areas In the watery wilderness of the where a party of men could camp. He himself had only a hazy Idea where those areas lay; but this old headman, d CblrV WITH U i r i fount hours.-'- vou Luckner, noted German sea raider, who spins yarns of the even seas In the radio series "Ad ,;l venturing with Count von Luckner." ; Pa'inifj Will Show How Crop Lstimates Are Made ReP0rtinS Oard Will f r0P Take Listeners Behind er cent or "bout it; Dl t fC'l.aJoi.'j t o:i.o p fie stock; t It and of natl their the Scenes. will he taken behind the a Mies to hear an explanation of how liie government Crop Reporting prepares the estimates of crop ami livestock production which lti f tnotnbcrs announce regularly In the r Rational Farm and Home Hour when F. Callander, chairman of the N'lnord, speaks In the Department eriod of the National Farm and ' Jlome Hour on Tuesday, January 12. Callander will graphically jjSliow the Hoard analyzes statistics col-,- looted from .100.000 farmers, and from tliis mass of data makes the monthly estimates which are con jsiderod the most authoritative In the world. f En- - i.'inl K " r , i i 3 I l or stockmen, a group of three economists will explain the recent course of prices for beef cattle, hoes. and sheep, In the program of Wednes day, January 33. TLal-Azza- h The Federal Farm Hoard will con tinue Its series of talks during 1932 Mugwa s the-setting forth the progress made In Carihou. had lived his life along various lines of organ the border of that great marsh and knew It better than any man alive, ization. Who-Follow- and l uture Farmers will hear their special monthly program on Mon day, January It, and on Saturday, January in, there will he n broadcast or the monthly program by the Na tional Cranio. measures of music writ . .1 t a i j uunng me ciosinjr nnnounce-- I tnent of the National 7nrm and Home Hour, Is the speed record of Harry Kogen, director of the Ilomesieadera orchestra. As the announcer began, I Kogen became aware of the fact that I two of his violinists did not have the I music for the "Homesteaders' Walt," J Hie closing theme number. Kogen ! wrote and finished It In the nick of Thirty-tw- o j u-i- i time i ; Aiming to stress the Importance or rorest tire prevention fhe United States Forest service will broadcast the second In a series of dramatic nklis on Thursday, January H. "With fncle Fam'a Forest Hangers features episodes In the life of an "old ranger" and Its youthful cub assistant ' The Future Farmers of America present their regular monthly broadcast In the National Farm and Home Hour on Monday, January 11, featuring news of Future Farmer activities and talks by their leadera 'Ill t Metropolitan Opera Will Be Broadcast Metropolitan opera went on the air for the first time Christmas Day, It tint announced by M. H. Ayles-wortrre'ldet.t of the National r.roadcniMnj: Company. A wei'itly series of Saturday afternoon broadcast! from the Metropoliinn stage will make portions of scheduled performances regularly available to uiu-il- o lovers here and abroad. h, I it it give him a pretty definite Idea where to look. Very wisely, Joyce had kept from know any- letting the nomad hands thing about the police defeat. The Shagalasha maintained order In so huge a territory largely through their reputation of never fulling, and the news of their stinging defeat would do Incalculable harm. Joyce had not even told old Mug-wFt then. After pledging the headman to silence, In guttural Tlnneh Al.m began sketching the story of the rob. bery and battle. As be told of the bandits escaping up the Alooska, be noticed that the old chief suddenly became all Interested. Alan looked at lit in keenly. "Something's up," he thought. "I've stumhlpd onto something." lie demanded: "When I wn-w- a two throe breaths ago you start like hit buck, WhyT Drnwlng a crude map of the with his bony forefin ger, the old headman sprang his astounding news. Ten suns aeo, be said. Tukeok ami another young buck bad gone westward In the Land of Many Waters to locate rat colonies for autumn trapping, fine evening they heard the boom boom of far awny southwest. Sill ping up, timid, cautious, they saw some si ranee men shooting wavles for food. They saw a tent, a camp on an Island. For several minutes, fighting down a wild elation, Alan forced himself to rroudi there, asking qnoslinns. fixing that tnnp and that Spot unforgettably In his mind. At the wigwams be rejoined Hill. "Come on! Ivcl's be getting Into the air I An hour and a half from bow we'll be saying It with a ma chine gnn. When we flew tip here we brought our luck along 1" From b!s height of three thou sand feet, rending the country spread below bim, Alin could fol low the crude fingrr map without once being In doubt. . . , That r should be the great lake bad de whVh MugwnFtthon scribed. It should have Islands In the center of It. On one of the n Thal-Azza- h flre-stlc- I ." could probably ... h'ue-wato- half-bree- Islands near the north edge of the the bandits should be camped, If they had not moved on. "Swing north 1" he shouted at Kuzzard. "Those Islets there to themselves. The machine swerved and thundered closer. One by one Alan started to search the five. On the first one, nothing. On the second, lie nothing. Hut on the third started suddenly as he caught that center one In clear focus. Below them on that center Island, conspicuous to the sky patrol, stood a solitary dirty-whit- e tent After a few moments Alan had presence of mind again. He leaned forward and shouted instruction: "Drop down to a thousand feet. Fly over that island again. Slow. Want to study It carefully before we start things." Euzzard dropped down, swung around. As the plane sailed over a second time, Alan drew the Island up to him studying the tent sharply. He saw a movement of the flap-froand distinguished a man's face, upturned, peering at them. One bandit there at least I But cluster senil-muske- Section r X 14 Thal-Azza- ?hepiel w thesoutr. : CHAPTER ..." ... the others? A coast, they made their way across the itomnnzoff's to the new placer fields in the Kayukuk headwaters. They came too late to get worthwhile claims; and they discovered, too, that "hawking" In the perpetually-frozen subsoil was even harder work than whaling.' It was Jensen, brooding over their predicament, who conceived the idea thnt It was easier to find gold which already had been found than to thaw a hole thirty feet down to black sand and bedrock and then maybe get nothing. It was Jensen who allayed their fears and dangled the golden lure In front of their eyes till their mouths watered and they were ready for anything he planned. Andre the was a find. He fitted into the party like a key Into a lock. They were crassly Ignorant of the country; they were tyros when it came to traveling, hiding, living In the bush. But An-- " dre the 'breed was bush-wis- e as a weasel and water-wis- e as a muskeg mink, and he knew the whole north country from Itoes Welcome to Point Baarrow as he. knew the palm of his hand. It was Andre who had brought the party Into this strange country, by back rivers and untraversed trails, avoiding ail sight of nieu, so thnt they seemed to have dropped from the sky. It was An dre who suggested the place of at tack on the Midnight Sun, and the as a place to hide In after the swoop and robbery. And it was 'breed Andre s sharp-spea- k ing Savage that drilled Jimmy Montgomery through the heart. . . Alan Baker breathed a little He ordered, "Describe harshly. that 'breed." And he added, "So there will be no mistake when I meet bim." Woolley described his met! con federate. Alan nodded curtly. After a few moments' silence, he 'lhal-Azzu- h ... guess shot Into his mind: those others had probably gone hunting for caribou over east at the fouie. As though that watcher there below realized this ominous circling meant and had become panicky, a puff of white, a single t. Conpuff, burst from the fident the man was alone and the others were gone, Alan decided to take this bandit alive. lie needed Information about the others, and information about that pack of furs to clear Dave MacMillan, While Buzzard circled at a safe distance, he tore a page from a memo hook and printed a message: "If you fdioot again, we'll splut ter you and that Island Into the lake with our machine guns. Stand out In the clear. No weapons on you. Don't try any crooked move after we light." He wrapped the message around a monkey-wrencand handed it to Buzzard. From wartime practice of dropping "eggs" on ammunition dumps and second trench and camouflaged batteries of Krupp 7U's east of. Verdun, with no uerlal sights except two nails and a string along the fuselage. Buzzard was a good Judge of speed, altitude and the t to release. Whirlright ing over the island, a few hundred yards up, he planted the missile within a dozen paces of the flap- As they looked back they saw the man run out to It, rend the message, hesitate a moment and then raise his left arm, waving something white. off the Island the A pistol-sho- t plane lighted. Buzzard stayed tn the machine. Alan and Bill got out the canvas canoe, slipped automatics Into their pockets, took rifles prominently In hand and went ashore. ' While Bill searched the bandit for a hidden revolver, Alan looked at him curiously. He was a strange character to find In this country. Slant-eyed- , his skin olive, he looked as though be bad oriental blood In bis veins. The rag he bad waved In token of surrender was a sling. His right arm dangled limp at his side. Alan demanded, "Are vou the fellow we hit In that ilghtV "Chink" Wool ley tio.lded. "Are those other men out hunting?" Alnn asked. "Or where?" Woollcy batted his eyes slowly, ns though taking thought "ilunt-I- u yes," be managed. "Which way?" "Noit'oast?" "That probably moans they went southwest," Alan remarked, and bis short laugh was not pleasant "You lie natural and easy-like- , but It won't get by with us. We've nailed too many liars In our time. I want to know who this party of yours Is, where they came from, bow they got Into this country, how they know their way about In it. I w ant 'to know how thnt pack of otter pelts got into Trader Mac Millan s storage shed. I wnnt to know the man who killed Jimmy Montgomery there on the Midnight Sun. Now get busy." Ho clicked the safety on bis automatic and brought bis elbow up agnlnst bis side. Chink Wool ley trembled, bis knees shook, he wilted, lie gucsei thnt this tnnn must be the Bnker fellow, e sergent terrible, whom Mctl Andre filay mentioned In lowered voice. Those hypnotic gray ryes seemed to be boring tbriMiL'h bim. That heavy automatic was tilted to make his next lie the And If be turned king's evidence he might escape the tiooe. It vns a strange story that Alan and Bill listened to, there on the Island In the heart of Many Wa- Iat ter F'ghtcrn months ago, nn a whnl-r- r In Beaufort sea, the five whites, excluding the half breed Andre whom they picked tip Inter, had "run a buck" under Jensen's Inst but were overpowered by the captain and rest of the crew. Flung ashore with the skipper's sulphurous good wishes nt bleak Demarcation Point on the Arctic 1 Skillful in Robbery Almost Be i'3 j Now easy to get yond Belief. To step In where a government hnd admitted failure, to pit all his energies and long years of perilous work In a fight against organized crime, was the task that Commls-BloneF. Booth Tucker, of the Sal vation army, together with his wife, Keep Hair Naturally Dark set himself when he undertook to reform certain notorious criminal Now without using dangerous dyea tribes in India. you can darken gray hair naturally, The "Crlms" as the Indian crimquickly restore its original shade by inals are called, consist of entire the world's finest, 6afe way which is tribes of natives, some of whom are now keeping millions of heads young descended from the ancient rulers of looking. Benefits the hair as it darkens it to the shade you want As simIndia. They live almost entirely by ple as brushing. Try it Pay druggist are about robbery and rapine. There 75c for a large bottle of WYETH'S 1,000,000 Crlms in India, banded to SAGE & SULPHUR and just follow gether in a secret society whose sole easy directions. business Is to commit crime. Both men and women take part In the One tribe specializes In jewel robrobberies, while their children are beries. In India native women make their ears their banks and invest employed as scouts and guides. The Crlms use neither sword nor their suvings In Jewelry. This they gun, and Invariably carried out the hang from the lobes of their ears, raids miles awny from their own which are artificially enlarged for village. Then- - follows a genernl the purpose. Each member of this "share out" of the spoil, which fre- particular tribe has a razor-edgequently represents a huge sum. In blade strapped to his forefinger, and one province 8,300,000 rupees were after creeping toward a sleeping reported as stolen in one year. Of woman he makes a neat cut In her this amount only the odd 300,000 eur and relieves her of her Jewelry. were recovered. So skillful Is the cut and so hard the Occasionally a tribe will keep a flesh thnt In many cases the sleeper regular gnng of perhaps 30 young Is not disturbed. One of the difficulties was to In men to do the robbery for the whole tribe. The remainder live as agri- duce the Crlms to believe that a poculturists. If one of the gang Is liceman was not necessarily a foe. The ordinary Crlm Is adept at taken by the police, his successor Into native houses, whose named the Is tribal by breaking Immediately No one appeared at the doorway of the trading store. No one, with chiefs. If he hesitates to go, every walls are usually of mud or wattle. hair shimmering in the sun, came woman In the tribe mocks him. It He does not force open the door; he running down the path to greet Is a case of "No robbery no wife." cuts a hole In the wall. them. Their shouts at the landing brought no answer from a girl's lips or from old Pence. In some measure prepared, Alan called Joyce's name as he strode Into the trading hail. He called but once; he looked but once Into her room. Buzzard came running to bim with a piece of paper In his hands. Scon'i Emulsion of Cod Liver Oil contains a wealth of Ills face was lit with elaticn. Vitamin A. This increases resistance to those winter colds "Alan I Alan I Luckiest thing in that are apt to spread through the family. So smooth is this our whole d d lives Look here. emulsion, so pleasaotly flavored, that it lacks the fvhy taste Head this I Joyce nnd old Fence usually associated with cod liver oil. Doctors recommend it had left! Weren't here when that for men and women. Scott & Downe, B loom del J, N. J. Sales came! Went after caribou! pnek Representatives, Harold F. Ritchie & Co., Inc., New York. Almost too good to be true!" Lirrm to t Stott S Bownt rodit fireym "A dvntvrmt ir Cout Alan grasped the note and rend. mm Lucknrr." on .S'Mitrfrty fiiyfcf at t fO p. m. wf Station kUJ It was In Joyce's fine swift handU Anvil. KOJN Partiand. KhHC San Frantttn, VI Tacvma 'd KFl'Y Spokan KOL Statu, writing. No doubt about that. It stated that she and old Pence had gone to Black Timber lake thirty miles north to get caribou and would be back In two days, In case a patrol happened past Alan studied the note for half a minute. His face did not relax. "Y'es, too good to be true," he commented slowly. "Don't you Modern Inheritance Causes of Earthquake! see? this note is addressed to A scientist "l'ou confirms the theory say Myrtle Inherited her Constable Larry 'ounge. Why did the that the moon nnd sun of beauty?" pull Joyce do that? She knows Larry "Yes, her mother left her a cos- on the earth operates to determine Is not patrolling, knows he Is at the time of earthquakes. Endurance all shot up; and she metic shop." Boston Transcript. knows we know it Don't you see what she tried to do? It was her only way of telling us that something was wrong. She bad to write this note as they dictated It but she tricked them." "It's so, It's so," Buzzard agreed. To tender faces because it contains tbo "She tricked them under their very nnd on to underus counted healinfr, emollient properties vliich bave eyes, stand." made Culicura tbe world's cboice for sufFrom room to room Joyce's fering skins. A small amount of Cnf room, her father's, the kitchen, the outside hall, the ground trading Shaving Cream quickly becomes a creamy Alan went carefully, noting signs, that softens tbe beard and makes your face lather reading the f tory of w hat had hapfeel good all Jay. pened. At your dralrra or arnt potpaid on receipt of 3Sc. AJJrtu: Culicura Nothing about the post was disLaboralnrica. Malilrn. M.ikh. turbed. There were no signs of a --mmtmtwmmmmmmtm: struggle or fight Joyce's light rifle still hung on a peg In her room. An Exception Many Apple Varieliea Its barrel Inside was clean nnd A scientist says that insects never There are more than H standard shiny; the weapon had not boon cross. But how about the political varieties of apples grown la ortlreii. Joyce must have been surchards of the United Slates. ibee and the straddle bug? prised and overpowered without a chance to fight back. At the clearing edge Alan found RELIEVES HEAD, CHEST BACK COLDS a trampled spot In a thicket where men and lain had watched. live Kneeling down, examining the broken tnlgs, the wilted leaves, the crushed nettles, he read that all this had happened three hours ago and that the criminals were Stainless Rub In and inhalant unsurpassed thirty or forty miles up tlio spruce-burle- d in preventing and relieving cold congestions Alooska, with Joyce their prisoner. SOLO AT ALL CUAUTY About the whole post there was McKesson &RODBINS DRUG STORfS SiNCI 1833 only one telltale sign of something dark and sinister. In their hurry to Some limbs of the law seem un- He who lives on his past rcpulrt-tioget away, the bandits had overhas a half starved look. looked that sign. Besides a stump able to branch out very far. In the sunlit clearing, Alnn picked Once At night, dogs, If they are awake, up old Fence's story-stickMarrjlng for inotify Is bettor than or twice he had wondered what bave too much Imagination. In poverty sometimes. dying white-haired they had done with that old waif. They would nU burden themselves with bim, nor would they turn him free, to report and bring the police hot on their trail. How had they dealt wllh old I C Pmr JFV Pence? As he picked up the stick, he saw a brownish red stain on one end of It, a crimson splnsh already turning dark ; and a few hoary-whit- e hairs clinging to the wood. And this story stick w hich old Pence had been whittling at, curving clumsy has relief S' eiics from his own life scenes of mining camps, of the fur path and lonely gold tralK of d"g tennis and of Ineii Isolr. In tIicio ilnvn MMpI nro buvln bent under booty port nee loads and of women with a crude beauty of vnliir-more Ihnn clonol.r stuilr Tliey face nnd figure Mils story sth k of before, ihvy rompnro prlron. Tlio his life, from Its rounded handle to lis tapering end, was ciupleted Insurer lodxir ftOitllc nilvcrlUInj enr rid of Gray iy-oa- u d COLDS 1 t h front mMm "CRIMS" OF INDIA ADEPTS IN CRIME Fight flap-fron- split-Instan- save the girl" Alan Jerked as though a bullet had sung past his throat Ills face went suddenly pale. "You mean Joyce MacMillan? What about her? Tell it, or by 0 d I'll choke it out of you I Open up. What about her? What do you mean 'In time to save her?' I'll not kill you If you tell." Woolley stammered: "Dey went down de Alooska to git her. It's Jensen s Idee. He's alniln to take her along on de escape nnd keep her for himself. He's all burnln' about dat girl. . . ." His slinky voice trailed off. He shrank back in quivering dread from the expression thut had come into Baker's eyes. For a little while, a few moments only, Alan stared unseeliigly out across the waters of the great blue take, lo wait here, until the ban dits came back? Not thnt; they'd bo three days and nights on the re turn trip. . . . Joyce would be help less all that time, In the power of the man who was "all buruln' about dat girl." They had left only thlrnours ago. lie stood a chance of beating them to the trad ing post . . . Whirling on Bill he ordered: "You stay here, l'ou attend to this end of it Buzzard and I will attend to the other. We'll go after them in the plane. There's a chance we can get to the trading post before they do. You'll have a rifle extra. They're intending to come back here after the loot If anything happens to Buzzard nnd me, you'll be left you'll have a chance at tnem. It'll be all up to yeu." He turned on his heel nnd ran down to the canoe and skirled out to the waiting plane. "Get back to the Alooska, Buzzard I To Joyce's home I" He pleaded huskily, "For Q d's sake make it straight and fasti" "I'll Not Kill You if You Tell." spoke again: "Now about Trader MacMillan. How did that pack of furs get in his shed?" "Jensen put It dere." "Why?" Woolley did not know all the do calls, but from hints Jensen had dropped he was able to piece the story together pretty well. Several years ago nt llershell island, that gathering place for whalers. Indians, traders, Eskimos and Arctic explorers, Jensen had run afoul of Dave MacMillan. lie bad come ashore from a whaler, hungry for drink and hungry for womnns compnny after eight months of following the herds. He had found the drink, and In a whisky haze had started to make rough love to Joyce MacMillan. Dave MacMillan fell upon him. For years now Jensen had been nursing his hairy chin remlnlscent-l- y where Mac.Milliin's bard fist had cn light him; and bis ears still rang with the derisive Jeers of those who saw him dog whipped down across the swells and over the shingle to the whaler. He bad never forgotten the MacMillan girl imr the Incident of that snowy October day. The Incident bad smoldered In his vengeful soul ; and when his party passed the tmdlng post, It bad flared out. It was a neat stroke, putting that comparatively worthless bale of furs In the shed of the man who He bad him. hail counted on the trader discovering them, wondering about them, In nocently calling the attention of the police to them, and gelling Into hot water when he fulled to explain how they got there. , . . The revelation of Dave MacMll-Inn'- s complete Innocence was no surprise to Alan but merely a proof that his and Joyce's Instinctive beNow he lief bad been correct. could know that In buying out of service be had saved the reputa tion and possibly the very life of I nder Haskell's Joyce's father. tyranny he could never have vindi cated Dave. In bis own way he had planned, and had fought through to this partial triumph. the essential Writlnsr down points of the confession, he forced Woolley to make bis mark on the paper, with himself and Bill ns wltncet He made a second copy fur Bill, In case something happened to Bill or hi in. Then be demanded of Woolley: "Vou siy those other men went bunting. When are you expecting them back?" did not know. lie Woolley Sow. seemed strangely hesitant Fidget(to tie cosTiNrrn ing uneasily, lie Would glance up nt Alan nnd then away, as though Not Same Kind of Beauty be had something to tell but was The average woman, It Is afraid to tell It He deAlan saw Ms agitation. spends ? 11. '.'." a month to manded: "Wlmt're you slumbliug maintain her beauty. Orandma's beauty cost nothing, ns she over? Cooking tip some lie?" It during her "homily sleep" The man wetted his dry twitching lips. "You'll not kill me if I before ton o'clock In the evening. tell ymi de trut where de.v went? But, of course, hers wasn't the ImYon maybe can git bnck dere on de prove! modern kind thnt fan tie Alooska In time to save do girl." taken off nt night and put on In the "On the Alooska In time to morning. 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