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Show LEIII FREE PRESS. LEHI. TP Simple Stitches for Household Linens Si FnT 7 nr -- TMeaa. 3 0. APPIETON CENTURY CO. 1 rose in one tremendous sweep to form a bench against the Emigrant Mountains, Walt Gandy came upon the first water that he had seen in thirty-sihours. Three iron troughs were arranged on the slope of a hill cove. Water fell from an inch pipe and dripped from the end overflow of each trough into one lower, making cool music in a land that for a hundred miles had been dry, barren and desolate. Halting, Gandy looked about. In this heat of noontime, cattle should be here, drinking or lying under the e brake that fringed the hill above. There were none. Sunspot, his pale gold horse, turned bright eyes upon the water; an eager ear flicked back toward his master. Walt Gandy moved on and dismounted at the highest trough. He loosened his cinches, slipped off the bridle and hung it on the saddle horn. Then he slapped a gloved hand on the pale gold neck. "Fill up, old beer keg!" he said. The palomino nibbled at the water and thrust his muzzle in thirstily; but the man stood scanning the far reach of bench over which he had come. He was young, under thirty, and brown, with lean, dark that took in all steady eyes of motifs and variety VARIETY all in one pa- they looked at, gave nothing back. moment he was tterngive you the opportunity of In this watchful more than something just another linens of small making quantities more attractive. Grand for ar- cowpuncher on the move. His chaps were smooth leather, ticles for bazaar or shower. Pattern 2498 contains a transfer pafr undecorated, made for work. He tern of 28 motifs ranging from wore short black boots and a blue 2 by 124 inches to 1 by Vt cotton shirt. His thin war bag, rolled inches; color schemes; illustra- in a blanket, was tied behind his tions of stitches; materials re- saddle. Turning from his sweep of the quired. Send order to: desert, he drank from the iron pipe, then went back to where his palo(ewinf ClrcU Needlecraft Dept. mino, full of water, was having a New York U Etfhtb Ave. doze. He took down the contented IS In cents Enclose coins for Pat bridle and held it out. But as the tern No bit chain rattled, the pale gold ears Nam flattened. The horse clamped his Address teeth. His eyes remained closed. Walt Gandy looked at him. "You know," he said sadly, "one of these days I'm going to kill you." At that the bright eyes opened and may affect the Heart Sunspot thrust his head out for the Oea trapped In the atoraarh or aultet may art Ilk a oa tha haul At tha ftrat awn of rii.traaa bit. It was not until Walt Gandy mart men mad woman 'iopend oa TaUu to aa (as frra. Nolalative but mad of tha was in his saddle and had reined known foe arid tndliteatloa. If tha from the trough, that with a start IKST IHKSK doaxn't areva b.!M ratura fbottle a aa and racolra OoUULK alooaj Hack. he discovered the other horse. Walt Gandy considered. He was a stranger in this country. Only one True Work Sacred All true work is sacred; in all man knew his purpose here. Better that he ride on now, investigate lattrue work, were it but true er; but then it came to him that there is something of this hidden horse and its secretive Carlyle. rider might have much to do with a trouble toward which he had been pushing for the greater part of two for!" x stair-fashio- Then she moved in close to hirn, tipping her brown head back to look into his face, and once again he felt an amazing wonder at this girl Savagely her rifle barrel poked his n ribs. Something more than terror flashed into her eyes. "Listen!" she said. me!" "But," Walt began. nodded. The girl stepped back. "Thank you," and in those two words, spoken huskily, was more than a moment's gratitude. "I suppose you're headed for the CC ranch," she finished. "It's three miles due north. Now you'd better ride." Still she continued to look at him, and Gandy waited; and her next words he knew were definitely command; "Don't leave the bench top. When you reach timber, pull into it and keep north." He turned from her; turned back again to give himself a lasting memory of this girl, as she stood on the bank above him, the sunny hills behind her, a rifle glinting across her body. Then upon Walt Gandy's brown face came a slow, disarming grin. "You've got me sidestepping, all right; backed clear off the lot! And I don't even know your name." Her voice came quietly. "You will." He stopped on a pivoting boot heel. "We'll meet again?" "Yes," she answered. "Soon." dark-eye- CHAPTER INDIGESTION iWU-aj- n hand-labo- r, Many, Insects. ON FlOWItS FRUITS VI 0 TAB LEI A SHRUIS Demand orialnaf Holid bort'ei, from yovrdWar 4051 Bad Associates Debts and lies are generally mixed together. Rabelais. Salt Lake's NEWEST HOTEL weeks. He touched up Sunspot and rode on only until a ridge slope dropped him out of sight of the spring. "Stay here, you!" he told the palomino, swinging off. Crawling back up the slope he reached the ridge top and looked over . . ; full view into the face of someone crouched on the other sidel Walt Ganrjy's gun was in the bottom of his w.ar bag. Why should he come riding into Nevada armed .like Billy the Kid? Yet he blinked now with a sudden cold certainty that even if his border service thirty-eight had sagged there at his belt, he would have been fairly beaten in the draw. Beaten by a girl with a rife. Walt grinned at her. "I will be darned!", he said fervently. "You must have practiced that some!" "And I've practiced hitting what I aim at," said the girl. "Put your hands up!" Gandy put his hands up only as far as his shirt pockets. He drew out tobacco and papers and began to roll a cigarette. Licking the paper edge and shaping a perfect brown cylinder, he studied the surprising person before him. She was more than surprising. She was a wonder! That conclusion came immediately. Undecorated brown chaps as as his own covered her slim straight legs. Her short boots had the look of being fitted to a stirrup through many a day of long riding. She stood a little spraddled, like a boy, her small, neat body as lightly balanced as a fighter's ready in the ring. But then Walt Gandy caught the terror hidden deep within her face, and he flipped away his ciga rette, unhghted. "Who are you?" she demanded suddenly. "And what are you doing , - H 'K..-.".V"- work-scarre- Hotel TEMPLE SQUARE Opposite Mormon Temple BIGHLT RECOMMENDED It's here?" bres$150to$3.00 mark of distinction if this to beautiful hostelry ERNEST C. EOS3ITEB, d Stop Mr. WHEN YOU WANT THAT NEXT JOB OF Let Us Show You What We Can Do Ii you prefer, send the order by mail or bring it to the office in person. There was a momentary urge to tell her who he was, offer her his help. His name was known well enough among men who patrolled those red and broken hills down along the Mexican border. "Walt Gandy" might even mean something to her. Walt wished suddenly that it did. All at once he wanted to explain himself to this girl, find some common ground of talk that would draw him into her friendship. He did not explain. Steadily for these two weeks he had been lamming his palomino pony north across the deserts, answering a onetime partner's urgent summons. It was best that for a little longer he keep himself unknown. But then with a queer feeling he heard the girl say: "I'll bet anything I know who you are!" Still covering him, she took a quick step to the top of the gully WNU SERVICE WIRE nwn u.hit-fare- d Hereford-- . .... . holrl him rigid. hills he had Back in the tangle of of weather-distorte- d brake a pfctsed through tare red jurors, the trunks and uplifted branches looking :th the CC's. of getGandy also, in this ;ck to ting along, had nothing about. He had left the ervxe and a feeder picked up good money as and livestock broker. T ere was a little game of thinning down Mexican cattle on a dry d.et so tr.at when they were weighed, crossing the border northward the duty was small. On U S soil they tou'd be tr.e quickly fattened again . and He knew Walt was Gandy's profit he cattle, and he knew men, but missed something lank BA Hollister to cuss him out occasionally Almost imperceptibly he as beof a ing lifted into an atmosphere after that clean, bracing sharpness, lowlands, y his days on the was as potent as wine The land continued its gentle upward slant, and now from an eminence of the bench his glance swept far over the new country, and his cattleman's eye approved of what it saw. He passed slantw ise through a gap in the red hills, crossed a meadow with grass underfoot that had not rr.-'-- . right-han- 60 VHAREPERENN'ALS grotesque those thur.gs before him was one of life. to come T--e van had beer big once, for the bor.es nuw were ruse ana nuu auu ke hammerneaas. dui joints were nu snnctmr.g had happenea. to me hi-collapsed and. -twisted r ms ieu left, and botn old. was He Oray had shriveled. as lav asainst his bony head were His eyes tinht as a skullcap. m- n.r.v sunken. with the cold tensitv of a desert hawk's. Hold on there!" said Gandy. Look -Just a minute, ." He broke off, for he here saw then that the man was deaf. Words The cold gray eyes blinked. "Get winded. and came up gasping out!" The gun jerked. Walt Gandy shook his head and made a sign of not understanding. of He considered the warped piece man the But Not crazy. humanity. would shoot. There was no mistaking the glare of those gray eyes. suspicion. Of Tney were filled withlooked beyond him? Once more he the gate. That sense of staring at a deserted ranch came again as his glance swept the array of sheds, corrals, the long low house, yet found no sign of life. A windmill clanked in a creek bottom. On the banK aDove it was a garden patch. Under the high sun details stood out clearlyof and there seemed mute evidence something in the way a saddle had been left on the ground near the door. With a queer open bunk-shac- k a child's swing close saw he feeling to one end of the main house, the long ropes looped from a pine tree Life had been here, not branch. . . Suddenly Walt Gandy . long ago froze with the chill of an unwanted thought. He had come too late! He bent his head and shouted "What's hapdown at the man. pened here?" For the first time the distorted face showed understanding. Yet the winded voice gasped up only, "Get out!" A bent thumb pulled back the rifle hammer. Gandy yelled. "Wait, you! Where's Bill Hollister, foreman of this place. Where is he? Hollister knows me." The unblinking gray eyes continued to drill him. Gandy waved toward the "house, And then the mutely questioning. man said, "Gone. They've gone to the inquest at Emigrant." At the word inquest Walt Gandy started in his saddle. He leaned low to shout again but the gun whipped upward into his face. Then a sudden tremor shook the twisted body, and the old man stood rubbing at his tightening throat. Hoarsely he managed, "There's been a killing here! You get out!" been nipped by fall, came to a running stream and then timber. Sun-spsplashed through the water, his lope unchecked. They moved on beneath a dark canopy of the forest. So engrossed was Gandy in discovering the fine points of this new country, that for a time he rode forgetful of existing trouble, which was his real reason for being here. It came back to him abruptly for the second time today he was looking into the muzzle of a gun. "Now then," he said under his breath, "you'd bfetter wake up!" The palomino pony of his own ac cord had swerved left upon a beaten trail and had followed a wire fence that went snakewise from trunk to trunk of the pine trees. Now a split pole gate blocked the bath, one end hinged against a high post into which had been burned the name of this ranch CC. Gandy drew sudden rein before the threatening gun. Here was the end of his two weeks' riding. In a clearing below him, less than a quarter of a mile away, the C C ranch buildings sprawled irregularly, forming in a haphazard fashion a rectangular compound. Yet instantly, before details were clear, he was aware of a desolation about the place. Next moment the reason was clear. Corrals were vacant. A bunk shack door gaped half open. No sign of life showed in the yards nor around any of the buildings; over the C C ranch hung the emptiness of complete desertion. Then more strange than that discovery, was the silence of this man who had stepped into the trail, rifle leveled. He had given no order. It was as if a gray shadow had suddenly appeared there. But there was nothing unreal about the threat of his gun. Hands on his saddle horn Walt Gandy stared down, bringing his eyes to bear upon the man after their quick shift over the CC lay- ot Cat an... Kan .art :t Vltaaia e ' fcalnaat batuliaa aa a traaaatin (scream aaaan. ata, tatitfwtiaa CwuialX 1! '"w " at iaaanaa,a..tMi, Jlsk Me knottier A General Quiz O The Questiont 1. Who old-time- r. "Hold on there!" said Gandy. SI Data. Saaaavat carraaua, Lana &cu"n Btu. Caataraanr Maittaa BluaU Oauy, Saiaa Pint. aUOju WiMiaaw. ate. Tha antir. j Faalaa,4 tar ti.bu, if aruar hr II only guessing vaguely at the trouble which had brought him here. A partner had sent for him, and the very fact that Bill Hollister's letter had been brief, without details, had jerked him instantly into the saddle. Those men who, two by two, ride the border patrol, facing the daily curse of bitter winds or blasting sun, or the more certain unpleasantness of a sniper's bullet, come in time to know each other well indeed. It is not a matter of their spoken words. What they have talked about in endless night camps is passing. But in action each has measured the other everlastingly. Give any two men three unbroken years of it, and they will come through like aces back to back. Bill Hollister and Walt Gandy had been like that; Hollister, the older and more steady one, backing up young Gandy's less cautious play. Three years . . they could hold long conversation with the glance of an eye or the turn of a head ; thought was telegraphic. They were two men whose teamwork was as smooth and sure as the drawing of their guns. They had separated only because of an offer that any man would be a fool to turn down. Both were ranch born and both knew inwardly that some day the urge would come when they would seek an unfenced rangeland, build there and take root. That homing, urge had settled upon Bill Hollister first. Up here in Nevada he had done well; Hollister d was foreman of the C C now, man to the mighty Cash Cameron, and running a bunch of his NURSERIES human shapes Here d ANDY loped north. If he had had reason to keep his palomino relentlessly on the prod these past two weeks, he had cause now to reach the end of his trail at once. That girl knew him. Then others might know him. She even knew that he had been sent for by Bill Hollister. She knew too much! Walt Gandy was off his own range, unfamiliar with the land and ar C heat-heav- She prodded him with the gun. "I mean it! Every word! Are you going to promise?" Her look was unwavering, desperate. Until he knew the meaning of this, there was no argument. Gandy hard-bodie- d mm "If you ever tell a soul, anybody, that you saw me here today, I'll have to shoot you! Don't you even mention it to palo-verd- w Sy M. and glanced down at his horse She came back. "A palomino!" For a fleeting moment the terror seemed eased from her face. "Your name is Walt Gandy! You're the man Bill Hollister sent I f HERE the gray Nevada desert fastaat-e- 73 iul go 0' CHAPTER ITT AH designed the Stars ard Stripes? Is propaganda spread an,m. ' the enemy a new idea? 3. What salary did George Washington receive durin? h,. terms as President? 4. At what degree of latitude ii the 'equator? 5. How many gallons of fresh water must a large liner carry in crossing the Atlantic? 6. Is a peruke worn on the head ' neck or foot? 7. Has the Nazi salute, the i raised hand, been used by other people? 8. What is the oldest institution of higher learning in the United States, Yale university, Harvard, or the College of William and Mary? 2. i ' up-- j j The Answers 1. of Francis Hopkinson, a signer the Declaration of Independesigned dence, the Stars and Stripes. e 2. In wars, messages were written on paper and tied to arrows to be shot to the enemy. 3. Washington received no during his terms as President 4. Zero. 5. Large liners require more than a million gallons of fresh water, for one trip across. 6. Head (it's a wig). 7. It was formerly used as a sign of serfdom among slaves in Ancient Rome. 8. Harvard, founded in 1635. old-tim- sal-ar- y Week Days' Names Names of the days of the are derived from Saxon week idolatry. various Adoring seven of their deities more particularly than all the rest, the Saxons dedicated the days of the week to them, namely: The Sun, the Moon, Tuisco (sire of Germans as well as Saxons), (father of gods and Woden god of war), Thor (eldest son of Woden), Friga (wife of Woden and mother of gods), and Saeter (the Roman Saturnus. Pathfinder. CHAPTER III A KILLING! Hollister dead? Gan-- " dy refused the thought. Lank old Bill was too cagey an animal to be snapped off like that. They'd have to catch him in the dark with his hands tied. Well . . . ? Was it maybe that kind of a country? Walt hedged. They hadn't got Hol- lister. Emigrant was unusually populated for a Wednesday afternoon. He swung his palomino along the first block where hitch racks were crowded solid. All riding stock of the range seemed to be in here today. More horses stood tied to brush clumps out on the open flat behind store buildings. The second block was jammed with buckboards and spring wagons, and to Walt Gandy, hunting for a tie spot, jt looked as if there could not be a man, woman or child left out upon the ranches They were all here in town at the coroner's inquest over a killing. He wheeled into the wide maw of a livery barn and rolled from his CONSTIPATED? wm II yra think aa alike, iurt try thtl i, ...M.KIa laiatha. So miUl. thorough, irfreahiag. invisoraUntT penaaoic reuef irom sick neaoatucrs tired feeling when associated with conrtipawa. If not de lighted, return the box to W. Wt wu refund the purchase. Get NR TaMfta today. Effort Counts fail, Although strength should the effort will deserve praise. great enterprises the attempt enough. Propertius. WHY SUFFER Functional FEMALE COMPLAINTS Lydla E. An attendant sprang to take the palomino pony by the bridle, a gaunt man, stooped, Coup" PInkhm' Vegetab! 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