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Show WHOS NEWS THIS WEEK... msiiQs By Lemuel F. Parton The McIntyre and partnership of 63 years is at an end with the death of James at his home McIntyre, seventy-ninat Southampton, N. Y. As McIntyre died, Thomas K. Heath, eighty-fou- r years old, lay sufunaware of from paralysis fering Under the his partner's demise. Gas Light, Ingomar the Barbarian and The Black Crook" were played straight Bnd never burlesqued in the flourishing days of McIntyre and Heaths "Georgia as were Chester A. ArMinstrels, thur's sideburns and Benjamin Harrison's fuzzy plug hat. Boys in short pants who tagged the parade, somewhere out on the kerosene circuit, have grown old and died since troubadours, stepthe 40 burnt-corping high in linen dusters, stirred new life in remote towns. Their 63 years was not a record. Fox and Ward of Philadelphia were together, I believe, something over 70 years. McIntyre and Heath, however, had a record in their 12,500 performances. They never missed a show, and gave 17 performances daily at foe Omaha State fair in 1876. Appearing for the last time in New York in 1929, they said stage humor hadnt changed much. All they did in refurbishing their old jokes, said McIntyre, wm to put in words like airplane and prohibition and radio. To such oldsters, much that seems glaringly modern was really old NEW YORK. e, CHAPTER I "Of course you knew, the girl Mid, "a man has been killed, here on the 94 rangeT Billy Wheeler turned to look at the girl who perched beside him on the corral fence, and tor a moment he forgot to answer. Marian Dunn hadnt been in the desert country long enough to gather a very heavyn tan. Under the shadow of her her face reflected the glow of the fresh morning sunlight upon the red hills; to Billy Wheeler it seemed a fragile face, finely drawn, suggesting transparency. And her eyes .were blue distance boiled down. She wore belted overalls and half boots; .but she could never have been mistaken for a Westerner. Billy Wheeler, though, could never be mistaken for anything else. The dry intermountain country, by its necessity of wide ranges and the perpetual mobility of the saddle, has set its mark upon its sons. Wheeler was young, but his d features showed the blast of sun and sweep of wind, and his gray eyes were visibly maverick. He carried me along four years. If it wasnt for him, I'd be in the wild bunch or in the pen. And he showed me my start in cattle. I suppose, then, Marian said, 'you wont turn him down in this Stet-eo- weather-trimme- thing now. Ive got things to see to, MarI couldn't take ian, he stalled. on another job now. He supposed she might know that this was not so. For the present he wm out from under; he could afford to do anything he wanted to, to fill his time or to help a friend. But to take a job in which he would see d this girl every day, while yet by the knowledge that she was not for him, and never would be that was something else. I dont know how much he needs you, Marian said; nor who else he could get, instead. But I know this he has more enemies than friends, by three to one. Billy Wheeler stirred restlessly, and began to build a cigarette. He knew it wm true that the 94 had many enemies, few friends. Here in tight-cinche- the I shouldnt like to think, girl Mid oddly, as if with difficulty, that you turned him down because I'm here. For an instant he sat perfectly still, silent. He hadnt expected her to come out with it, direct and straight like that. She put both hands on the rail between them and leaned toward him. Id never forgive myself if I thought you let Horse Dunn down on account of me. Ill get out of here, if you want me to. He looked straight at her and lied. Nothing farther from my No call mind, he assured her. to even think of such a thing. He paused, listening to the stampede of hoofs beyond a big barn which obscured the riders as they swung into the layout. And now rescue came, as Horse Dunn thundered around the corner of the bam and slid his pony to stop before them in a great of dust. .tuned to distance. The girl turned her eyes to him, reminding him he was supposed to say something. "I didnt hear much, he Mid. A gas station man told me there wm a killing, as I came through Inspiration; but he didnt know Yes, wJuin? killed? And told him. ijhats just it, the girlwas killed. "They.djmU ,krowvyho thins, I ever heard Its the strangesteven find him. cant of. They Cant find who? The man who was killed? , boyBilly Wheeler grinned slowly, ishly. "Well, I'll be darned! I think 1 dont think its funny. asked. Uncle John found the sign, he calls it, yesterday morning." me Then he must have wired right after that I guess so. r She hadnt known, tbn, that her 'unde had sent for hh. She hadnt known that hr w coming and he hadnt know she was here. That a Terence. XJnrJohn hasnt wanted to talk houithis thing to me, the girl Mid. Perhaps hell give you -- .ifterent, clearer story, Billy. .hey fell silent Billy Wheeler his eyes run over casual, famil-- f things the roadster he had ,me in, the tall barns, the and house, bunkhouse, 4 rub shack. But as Billy Wheelers eyes drifted out over the vast rollof the plain, resting ing flats :here and there on a broken, flat-- j moun-tai- n topped mesa or far of gaunt red rock, all that he excepting only this far peaks, hw, was under the dictatorship of Horse Dunns brand the 94. Billy Wheeler looked at these familiar things, but he was not thinking about them. He was thinking about the girl at his side, whom he hardly looked at at all. Billy Wheeler had not seen Marian Dunn for two years. Had he known that she was here, he would not have come here now. Marian Dunn was Horse Dunns niece. Once, for a couple of months two years ago, Wheeler had seen her every day. He had used every persuasion he knew of, all he had, to make this girl love him and had failed. Sometimes he could still hear her low, cool voice: I'm sorry truly sorry. The sincere regret in that was pretty hard to take. In everything else he had succeeded. He had come up from nothing in cows, and tripled in land and switched back to cows to double again. He had liquidated everything at the peak of cattle prices, had nothing to and at twenty-seve- n worry about. But in this one thing he cared most about he had met only complete blank defeat He would not have come here, to raise again the bitterness of that defeat, If he had known that she was here. And down there was a certain awkwardness between them, since she inevitably knew all that, too. I think hes going to ask a favor of you. Marian said. I don't know if you know this, Billy Wheeler said slowly; but his wire made out as if he was offering me a job. Yes I knew that." 1 owe a lot to old Horse Dunn, He picked me Billy Wheeler said. up when I was fourteen years oM. half-wa- y starved and all the v up-thru- st Anybody checking back on the dead man's horse? Dont you worry about the dead mans horse. Therell be plenty checking done on that hone! Tulare, you take the flat country to the south. Okay. 'Gil, you sweep northwest between Short Crick and the Spotted Range, Dunn went on. Val, you p take a wider swing than Gil, and to the east. Scout the edge of the bare rock below Red Sleep Ridge. rs Is there John Dunn was The cowboys waited. To or any guess yet, Tulare asked after known m Red Horse Jack Horae' more commonly, just a moment, "as to who it is were Dunn partly because he wm big looking for?" m a horse, and partly because of Unexpectedly the Old Man flared the coarse sorrel mane he had had up. How the hell do I know! he And what do you care? in his youth. Nobody knew how old roared. Horae Dunn was; they thought he Youll know him when you find him at least, and because he's dead! Aint that must be sixty-eighis mustache and curly beard were enough for you? What you waiting at last roaned with gray. But he for now? Get on with it! seemed to have an Indian medicine They moved off. on him which cheated time, for he Hone Dunn turned to Billy Get your war bag. You Wheeler. was powerful and barrel-cheste- d yet, and straight m a lodgepole got to get into hone pants and boots. You and I got some riding pine. Half an ' hour after his return of our own to do, no later than Dunn was to be seen leaning now! Billy Wheeler jerked suitcMe and against a post of the open gallery which ran along the front of the saddle from his roadster and folcook-shache was chewing a' blade lowed Hone Dunn to a room in the of burro grass. Said he, We all rambling weathered house the only grant a man is dead. Any of you room the Old Man used when he still doubting that?. He watched was alone. n the cowboys, who loungti along Here, while Wheeler changed to edge of the gallery floor, but cow - country work clothes, Horae none of them answered. Dunn stood looking out across the Breakfast had been set out by a range. He turned to Billy Wheeler, face unreadlittle withered old woman known as his big crinkly-bearde- d Tia Cara. She had fed them prompt- able. Look out the window. Look over ly and they ate the same way. Dunn went on. at Lost Whiskey Buttes. You see a Look here, Look here! Im going to ask you signal there? Wheeler obeyed. Four miles off, once more and this is the last time. If any of you is a good enough on a high place, he made out a thin man to have blasted a cow thief, vertical line against the brassy sky. Thats Steve Hurleys smoke, say so now! Ill back any boy of mine that shot in defense of the Horse Dunn told him. Last night Steve was in Inspiration, checking brand. You know that! He paused, and waited. Val Doug- up. This morning hes been on range that butte since before daybreak. las, Dunns thirty-year-oWhat's the smoke mean, boss, let mild eyes dream on a distant peak, and Tulare Callahan spat Horae? (TO BE CONTINUED) over his shoulder through his teeth. up-jum- old-time- tluO-ope- Its horrible. jog-trott- dead. k; "Thats it. Well, yes; I guess it is. He looked away, estimating again ridthe nearness of the approaching Old Dunn, Horse "Red John ers. Man of the 94, at whose summons Wheeler had come 300 miles, had not been on hand to receive him, on having set out before daylight of an unknown mission with three comhis cow hands. But they were the morning across dry in now; ing Wheeler could identify the individual riders at the half mile as they in, their ponies abreast. When did all this happen? he cup-hoofe- ht .much about it. does. tkI guessbutnobody who was right, the Old Man said. I aint doubting you, any of you. Now Im telling you what I want you to do. Youve seen the killer's trail at Short Crick the trail of a d pony, long in the toe; been shod, qpd the shoes pulled off. Weve missed out on locating that trail where it left Short Crick. Now I want you to start in and comb this range. Somewhere, somehow, we got to cut that traiL And especially weve got to find the man thats AH Ill Get Cjt ol Here wit Me To." You n this dusty, land Hone Dunn out to build a cow kingdoms kingdom on the grand scale the old days. Bv you cant build a cow kingdom buying up the range rights of JfUe brand after little brand, without annoying and disturbing the brands that are left; and the brands are forever trybought-ou- t ing to edge back. Here and there in the world were perhaps half a dozen graves cominevitamemorating the drawn-ou- t, ble conflict. There had never been a general open war. But more than g one cowboy of the 94 had come to his end by the gunfire of persons unknown, and one or two others had left on the range an enemy who would force the issue no more. And at Ace Springs had died two men of four hired all who had jumped Horse Dunn from ambush. The 94 could have started its own Boot Hill. More effectual than those brief, unofficial bursts of action was the enmity of certain cooler, more wisely watchful men, like Link Bender, Pinto Halliday, Sam Cald well the defeated contestants for the Red Hills ranges. Nowadays the expanding 94 found itself encircled by a veritable wolf ring of enemies a wolf ring biding its time with a malevolent optimism. I dont even know what the situation is, the girl went on. "But its worrying him deeply; he can't hide that, not from me. And his first move was to turn to you. Oh. shucks now, Marian . . nesa-broke- hadt r lone-ridin- gun-fighte- rs ld Beavers Are Natures Flood Engineers; Levees Dams Are Far Safer Than Man-Mad- e Somethin i;ise Chorus Girl- -1 Bland in flont my mirror for hours ndmirins -- 2 beauty. I suppose you'd call that vanity? Friend N o imag iiw'on Bad Enough "Didn't you say your d .y's was worse than his blip- -' "Yes. Then for goodness' sal. don't let him bark. He's t tmtea me. iu-;- A Bare Hope Mother," said little Mars they are going to teach us mestic silence at school now." Don't you mean domestic inquired her mother. Then the father our little girl mani what she is saying." interrupted-Possibl- k biff- - The first SMOTHERED & His idea was to settle the matter by sending in a draft.'' off. flood-contr- ol Unfair Tactics tt Rabbit Song, of with an accompanymeasure, jerky sung and danced by ing hitch-kicMcIntyre in 1879. He said he got it from a former slave. They appeared in dance halls, music halls, concert halls, variety theaters, vaudeville, burlesque, musical comedy, light opera, revues, extravaganzas, pantomime, comedies, drama and motion pictures. They teamed up in San Antonio, Texas, May 12, 1874. They were in separate blackface song and dance acts on a vaudeville bill. Heaths partner became ill and they merged their acts. Their first show was stranded in Louisville. They paid no salaries, but gave Riley, the bandmMter, foe bass drum. McIntyre got a job in a livery stable. They pulled foe partnership together again and out of it came the .Georgia minstrels. Hennery and Akiwnder of The Ham Tree will be famembere'd until all who saw foeirf have gone. k, catch the first fish. One of them got a bite, and got so excited that he fell off the bridge. Oh, well, said the other, "if youre going to dive for them, the bet's off! man-mad- Globe-Democra- t. warns his fellows thumping his taiL With four sharp teeth and tireless industry, the beaver hews his logs and trims them and chops them into convenient sizes for rolling. Then with the - help of strong webbed feet, and a flat tail which serves admirably as a rudder, foe beaver begins the construction of his dam, making good .use of big stones and sandbars, and choosing a site that offers plenty of dam material. Tlie beaver dam barricades the stream and prevents most of the water from rushing downstream suddenly after a heavy rainfalL And herein lies the great value of the beaver dam to man. It regulates the flow of river water, which might be overmuch at certain seasons and uselessly little at other times, so that foe river bed is neither dry nor flooded, but there is an even stream-floin fair weather and foul. Brooks that have been dammed by beavers are leaky reservoirs which take care of foe overflow of flood times, but keep continuously supplying foe river. w 'T'HIS administration helped many A Harvard men to rise and shine. Harvard Pate bankruptcy, Came to Grief Harvard was mate and buddy of Ernst Hanfstaengl, former piano player to Adolf Hitler. Herr Hanfstaengl ducked his nazi captors in Spain, as they were planning to drop him out of an airplane, and is now studying Germany in absentia. The brief stock market slump of 1921 wrecked Mr. French, son of Amos Tuck French. When, trying for a comeback in 1923, he drove a taxicab, the papers spoofed him instead of giving him credit for his courage. All in all, he got a pretty rough deal. The other liked him. One of them showed me a copy of the "Taxi News, to which Mr. French had contributed an essay on democracy which wasnt half bad. But he made only $17 in about a rfciv V ... Mere is a serial you must read a story that will live in your memory for years to come. Cattle Kingdom" is different it's more than just another Western story. All the thrills of a murder mystery, all the action of red-blood- an outdoor yam . . . these things have been combined into one superb tale that criticsevery-wher- e have praiscd.The first installment appears today , . . others, just as thrilling, are coming. m TOE the But perhaps facts of foe ease. he put too much punch into it? High Time A frequenter of one of our known seashores noticed .a man who went bathing every day with a straw hat on his head. Upon inquiring the use of this seemingly superfluous piece of head-gea- r, he received the reply: 'You 'see, Im not a very good swimmer, and when my hat begins to float I know I'm out of my better-- depth. i Dowd Peg The film critic wm unimpressed y the actor playing foe role. In his review he wrote: His idea of how a should be played was to throw out his chest three inches and follow it slowly across foe screen. he-ma-n YOU CAN THROW CARDS IN month of driving. Thereafter he sold overcoats oh commission and now, at forty-eigh- t, eases down into bankruptcy, owing a Chinese laundryman $1.48, this being one of several small liabilities. He is Britains naval expert. His previous have touched off much newspaper conjecture, in which his trip has been interpreted m a move by England to get America to police her interests in the Pacific and foe Far East. All this, Sir Robert has suavely waved aside. He served 14 years in the foreign office and throe years ago became assistant secretary of state. He is the son of foe late Admiral R. W, Craigie. He was chief naval ex pert of the foreign office, knighted HIS FACE ONCE TOO OFTEN you have those awftl when your nenraa oa etlsa -- don't taka it out ira on the man you torsi Your husband cant posriblr know bov you fool Cor tha dmpls reaaon that ha is a man. wlft may be A no wife at ail if aim Baca tar husband aaven days out. of ewy month. For throe generations ooo woman g baa toid another how to go 's through" with Lydia E. WHEN aU three-quart- er am-in- rink-ham- Vegetable taxi-drive- rs several weeks in this country and visited Washington, en route to Japan as the newly appointed British ambassador. Mystery and adventure on the open range . . . three strange murders that echo through the hills! Follow this intriguing drama of the West in Alan Le May's newest serial story . . . "Cattle Kingdom." You'll lie amazed at the throbbing action, the swift turn of events and the shattering climax. Youll be delighted by an unusual romance in which the hero is forced to prove his worth by sheer courage. I wm merely emphasizing class- CIR ROBERT CRAIGIE stopped Cattle Kingdom Said a police court defendant: I wm not committing an assault. he-ma-n Unhappily, two others come to grief at about the same time. Francis O. French, father-in-laof John Jacob Astor, by who confesses foe cutter What did you do? Put a damper on it and cut it bong' thenticsyncopation Two fishermen sitting on a Learned From on the American bridge, their lines in foe water, Former Slave stage was The made a bet as to which would w Beavers are foe original engineers, and they are among the shrewdest and thriftiest and moat valuable as well. Beaver dams near river sources, and forests, are stronger and surer and safer than e levees. Unthe best of happily, both beavers and forests are diminishing, and we are trying desperately and not to successfully, to substitute steel and concrete for their services, asserts a writer in the St. Louis Nine times out of ten, foe site chosen for a beaver dam is the most feasible spot along any particular stretch of river. The tenth time the dam may fall, in which case the beavers abandon it and diligently hasten to make good their mistake by building another. For beavers, as the old adage will remind you, are workers, especially the old beavers for whom the cutting of a tree 4 or 5 inches in diameter is a simple matter, generally to be accomplished at a single sitting without stopping. The actual work of cutting foe logs is generally done by one beaver to a tree. Just before the tree falls. ba-- v Compound. 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