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Show iryTq j THE LEHI SUN. LEHI, UTAH ' ' ' JW WW I II I 1 ti&n ( d1 Nri Bit L. herd ri. ... By EUGENE CUNNINGHAM jgj eUOENe CUNNINGHAM - iRt con . , outfit oeuc oi eaiuo. - cowhand, oui Vtaey 10 to the Mrtt their ci. "--W 60 1' .earned NevU ',V Iwrp trader and ha. Emgl,..7 n hi. side. Con PI, cob missea caru Vfl eveathoagh If. an rnjPTER U tinned at him as be K be aodded and smiled at K to' keep remembering d toughs don't bo !7.nuare deal in the L-b6 reminded himself as he r i at.- eoinnn for Ca- UiO puivw , nothing of the cheerful -but at one end of the gam-teH gam-teH of the buge room be al-itumbled al-itumbled over a Utter of equip-a equip-a partly crated. He went -to twilight and moved up L the long, snaky town. tat everywtiere. now. m finally to the big two- Hotel and stopped to iuuk the tracks at its veranda. , frame railway station was CoaL Ai he Stood wondering f' , t- a 1 .. to bad really mougw bouui WMn Kleiss, a short combi- iain came througn ine town hi up at the station. Con watch men get off. otters tail, dark young man, wevii turned past Con, with a girl Ling beside him. Lowe car-Eoiarge car-Eoiarge valises. Con looked terest at the girl. She was k dark-haired, small and t At the step of the one . j .i car uowe pui auwn me kind she caught him about ksissed him and let him go. ling to be just a grand said. "But I'll miss you -rou will!" Lowe drawled. tag her up, pushed the va- her and waved. . The en- sounded his whistle and as bd away the train began to wife, probably, he I As pretty a eirl as he seen, certainly. tent toward the hotel and in of Mrs. Kleiss dining room iorCaramba. Caramba said from be-"I be-"I was just hunting youl you'd be along pretty happened to you?" Con de- curiously. ' I Didn't I tell you I was a while?-! just thought ping-" v.:u:-- Con said softly, beginning Caramba could answer. Uiwe and a bustling lit m came into the stair haU veranda. ''ave a fine time." t.h said briskly. "Dpspruoc it ,JPle months traiin(n0o N could-see her prettied . una your man? Carousel Carous-el Vi be careful t ,o m town! Some would cut tor a dollar. You're all h you're with your herd-" anka for the advice, any-N any-N for beine La L tnft t "Win w 5 W get that war bat, room," PfPly. quickly, fmm 05 her Dremic. 'h j- "" saw me ie dimng-room door. mis boy, Wil-liam sramba. Con Campp Silly tn d?ro re no P-l told win- 088 crooks But-" eu ' ' B hav .... r 'JTJwillbe nSeatca- h 05 would rWim Ppy and 1 Hiecootsocrowrf. K at care- she tela "Mayh.!6, e said ir. lifeoff-but- bn4 Woman rr, . -T. ! th "e re u ana froo Hfflet ramba and Ca- Con assured His right hand twisted slightly and closed on the butt of a Colt. him. "And she is a nice woman. Did you see the girl with that fellow Nevil Lowe? His wife, I reckon it was. Pretty as a red wagon." "Meroba had her in charge. I didn't see her. She come up with the herd and now she's gone off visiting. What you aiming to do, tonight?" "Dance!" Con Informed him, grin-, ning. "I peeped into one dance hall awhile, ago and there was a pretty blonde girl there who smiled at me and I think she's just cut out to teach a pore cowboy how to chouse his new boots around." He shrugged and Caramba nodded agreement. Con drifted toward the dance halls, when he and Caramba bad fed their horses. In the Odeon he found the blonde girl he had noted before supper. She was pretty and danced well, but when Con began to collect cigars after his second drink, she left him for easier prey. On the sidewalk outside the Odeon he looked across at the rival dance hall, decided against it and went on to the Drovers'. Baldy was nowhere in sight and for a little while Con watched the several games played. He saw Dynamite Dowries and Asa Brock drinking. The buyer went out and a towheaded youngster in all the glory of a cowboy dude pushed in beside the marshal. One of the cowboys near Con iScticated the white-hatted, kid-booted, boy. "El Muchactw and that's a murder mur-der on the road to happen! Him, 1 mean. Comes from down below the River. He's a deputy marshal and his killings is legalized before they come off. He shot one man here just for brushing against him." Con nodded. He was watching Nevil Lowe walk in. Downes and Muchacho continued to face the bar mirror and drink. But Asa Brock appeared from somewhere some-where as if he had been watching for Nevil Lowe. His red face was twisted in a grin and he took Lowe by the arm and this time they went together to the- bar. That cowboy who had identified the deputy marshal mar-shal for Con shook his bead. "Slick Asa's got him another shorthorn," he said sourly. "By morning there'll be another hide a-flapping a-flapping on the Brock fence. That fellow's got some of the best looking half-blood horses I ever put a coveting covet-ing eye on, too. Well" He moved on to the faro bank and Con looked at the pile of ten pin al ley equipment When he turned to the bar again. Brock was talking earnestly to Lowe, waving his hands. Lowe, smiling, shook his head. -Brock continued to talk as they left the bar and came toward the row of thick pillars which divided di-vided the barroom. But he gave up whatever persuasions he was trying and waddled off, when Lowe shook his head. : Lowe stood staring around. Con studied him, from where he stood beside a heap of bowling balls. Then from the bar came the deputy marshal, mar-shal, Muchacho. He came up to Lowe and from under the wide brim of his white Stetson narrowed blue eyes surveyed the taller man up and down. When Muchacho lifted his left hand from the belt and reached toward Lowe's coat, Con held his breath. Lowe swayed back slightly, avoiding avoid-ing the hand. Muchaco's grin widened. wid-ened. His right hand twisted slight ly and closed on the butt of a Colt Con looked vaguely about him. Then he stopped quickly, picked up one of the bowling balls and sent it expertly across twenty feet of floor to crash into Muchacho' s ankles, and send him spinning, sprawling. . Lowe's hand jerked up under his coat and came out with a pistol. From the bar Dynamite Downes plunged out He bad a pistol in each hand. "One for you!" Con snarled, picking pick-ing up a second balL Downes gaped at the ball hurtling toward him, hesitated, stiffened as for a jump, but was too slow. The ball struck a warped place in the floor, jumped and cannoned into his thigh. He sat down, dropping one pistol, pis-tol, and fired the other jerkily. Men were yelling and the Drovers was darkening, shot by shot Con put a band on the window silL vaulted out and ran down the side wait Horses were tied at a rack behind be-hind the Drovers' and he unhitched one quickly. He swung into the strange saddle and turned the horse. Inside the Drovers' was pandemonium, pandemo-nium, but no more shooting. He rode up to Mrs. Kleiss' corral, twisted twist-ed reins around saddle horn and slapped the horse into a trot The drowsing hostler gaped at him when he came to the corral gate. Con and Caramba had talked briefly brief-ly to him, but now Con only said that he was riding out to see a man. He saddled quickly, took belt and holstered pistol from an alforja and looked to the hang of his gun with more interest than he had ever felt in his forty days of wearing it "If I'm not back by the time Caramba Ca-ramba Vear gets in," he said easily to the hostler, "just tell him that-that that-that he was right about Baldy and me being different Give him this five he'll ask about it And have a drink on me before you sleep." After a while he turned vaguely westward and then through the night he rode and rested, rode and rested. With daylight he was in open country coun-try and Wild Horse, or any other town, might have been thousands of miles away. The hills were still far away when the sun dropped over them. Cottontails Cot-tontails jumped up before Pancho and it was easy to kill a half-dozen with the pistol. He camped on an other tiny creek and broiled his sup per. Before daylight he had eaten rabbit again and packed one, cooked, in an alforja. By noon he was against the hills and he had enjoyed every hour of his riding. He came upon a Triangle Tail rider rid-er in late afternoon and turned off with the cheerful youngster to a line camp. Two more cowboys, one from the adjoining Hogpen outfit were already at the camp. Con passed the cigars accumulated in Wild Horse and ate venison steaks and beans and sourdough biscuits. "It ain't the rabbit or the venison veni-son or the turkey or the beef that you mind," the Hogpen cowboy said understanding. "It's not having salt How about some stud horse poker?" None of them had much money. The Hogpen man and Con won the few dollars of "Easy" and "Two Eyes," the Triangle Tail punchers. Then Con's three fours beat the Hogpen Hog-pen player's kings and queens and stripped him. "Two Eyes," the cross-eyed man, staked a .44 Winchester carbine with scabbard and shells against thirty dollars, on a single cut of the cards. He shuffled the deck and at Con's insistence took first cut. His six of diamonds lost to Con's king of hearts. "Why'n't you ride over to headquarters head-quarters and hit up the Ramrod for a job?" Easy asked him. "This is a good outfit by and large. And ambitious! am-bitious! Man, if your cards always run the way we've seen 'em, you ought to own the outfit inside a year." "Oh, I've got too much iron in my blood," Con evaded him. "Besides, you're too close to town." "Yeh," the Hogpen rider drawled, studying the end of his cigarette, "this is close to Wild Horse. And a man don't like to have to walk around with a bowling ball in his hand, when he's in town." "Oh!" Con said softly. "So the tale has got around , . ." I run into one of tne Vi ousters this morning," the Hogpen man explained, ex-plained, with sudden grin. "He was in the Drovers' when that little son, Muchacho. aimed to kill the stranger strang-er I kind of wondered about you .Am the first But don't worry. Cameron; you can shave off your whiskers and show your own race, vnn're with kinfolks!" Thn talked of Wild Horse and its ntrollins ring. All agreed that the man who was in the black books of the leaders was safe only bemna -mail army or when out of reach. They know your name, looks like" the friendly Hogpen cowboy said. "So it looks like rolling up ii for you! When he saddled Pancho and hung the little carbine cannily under his leg next morning, uie uw b itlrtinns about his road. Particu larly, they warned him against the town of Fronteras. ana evj .cedent .ce-dent or visitor of it. (TO BE COXTISUED) Kathleen Norris Says: School Love Affairs Can Be Dangerous (Bell Syndicate WNU Servlca.) driWhh. lift in ; v tiS j, , frul -.ni lf--.fl ' .... aVAiSIS WASHINGTON. The Charles Green Sales company of New York has declined to accept reimbursement reimburse-ment for merchandise in the marine post exchange at Guam which was lost when the island was captured by the Japanese, the navy said. . "We are not In the least bit interested in-terested in placing a claim far the amount due us from the post exchange ex-change at Guam island," Charles Green wrote the marine corps, "Under the circumstances, may we suggest that the amount due us be used to buy a good-sized shell to blew the aggressor nation back to helL" 'Man Who Relaxes Helps Axis ; Slogan WASHINGTON. Ambrose Harle, a munitions handler at the proving grounds, Savanna, 111., was commended by the war department de-partment for a slogan he submitted submit-ted "the man who relaxes it helping the Axis." The department said the slogan would be used in plants working on army orders. Absorptive Sand Silica gel, a processed sand with a very Wgli moisture absorptive quality, is now being used in cupboards cup-boards to keep salt, sugar and crackers dry, in drawers to pre-serve pre-serve important papers and in cabinets to prevent the rusting of tools and instruments, says Collier's. Col-lier's. By turning from blue to pink, the sand Indicates that it has reached the moisture limit and must be dried In an oven. 4 " UOUSEHOID J, "7"? ?ftl'e chaned whe" he returned. He gripped my hands and said to me, 1 could kill you now. There's no moment when I couldn't kill you. But I believe you'll come back to me." By KATHLEEN NORRIS THIS is the story of Angela, An-gela, who is now 23, and wants to be married this spring to the man who has won her heart and not only her heart, but her mind' and soul. He is nine years older than she, an army doctor stationed sta-tioned at one of our midwest-em midwest-em posts. It would be a fine marriage for Angela, for he could give her a great deal in comfort and position that her earlier life has not had. But there's a cloud. The cloud is an old friend named Matt, who was Angela's boy friend when she was in high school. "When I was 17 and Matt two years older I thought there was nobody no-body like him," her letter says. "We were really crazy about each other. Matt is a big powerful fellow who seemed much older than he was, and there was not a girl in school who would not have been thrilled to have him in love with her. "He talked then about getting married, but my mother told me that at our ages no affair could be serious. Went to Matt's Cottage. "Matt and his brother had a little two-room cottage on the college grounds, and when his brother was away I used to go there sometimes; we would buy provisions at the Cash-and-Carry, cook ourselves lit tie dinners and have great fun. I was living part of the time at home in a town seven miles away and part of the time with my aunt in town, so that I could manage a good deal of spare time without being questioned. "Eventually, on perhaps six or seven occasions I stayed overnight there; I was never happy about this. I knew it was not right and I was always afraid his brother would return re-turn unexpectedly and lose his re spect for me. "That June Matt left college in his junior year and went to a lumber mill 'to make enough money to get married. "Our correspondence languished; Matt was sent to Central America; years went by. I got my teacher s degree and enjoyed my work, and then last year I met Jack. We have all our plans made for i spring wedding. wed-ding. I love Jack romantically, idiotically, idi-otically, but I hope sensibly, too; I can imagine no life more gloriously satisfying than that of being my Captain's wife. "But the problem is that Matt has returned to town, and whether his feeling for me died out r net it is at the blazing point new. He insists that I am promised to him, and that we never ended that en gagement and that I cannot in nonor marry Jack. A Violent lype. "This would be merely silly if it were not that be Is an angry and violent type. His fcrether told me An, that their father taBed himself and Matt's mother in a jealous rage. sent for Matt and we nao a ter rible interview. Be inre.ieuea . disclose everything to Jack, who has returned to his post I could tell him truly that Jack knew of it, and had said that my foolishness as a little girl would not affect bis love and respect for me way. - Then Matt swore that I would -r Km to be Jack's wife, that I bad given myself to him, and be longed to Wm xsy " rt,t tt he could not have me here he would have m to eternity. A REAL PROBLEM It is sometime considered old-fashioned to talk of pro tecting a woman's "honor," out, f he fact remains that the woman who sacrifices her honor, or whatever you choose to call it, will sooner or later be faced with a problem she cannot so easily dismiss. For instance, there is Angela, a girl of 23, who wants to marry a doctor in his early thirties. Angela is going ahead with her plans for a spring wedding, wed-ding, but she is afraid of a man who has - returned to claim her. They were high school sweethearts. Now Matt feels that Angela has no right to marry anyone else. What should she do? "My father is dead and I dare not frighten my mother with this, but I am sick with terror for fear he will keep his word. What can I do? I am going ahead with wed' ding plans and bridesmaids' dresses, but I am in a cold sweat when I wake up at night,- and any little sound makes my heart stop. Do you think he will dare do it? I cannot warn the police because then there would be publicity; and if he knew he was being watched, or was warned, he might grow desperate. "He is quite changed from what he was, or not so much changed as worse than he was; angrier and harder. He gripped my hands and said to me, 'I would kill you now, There's no moment when I couldn't kill you. But I believe you'll come back to me, and I'll wait until I'm sure you are double-crossing me.' " The letter ends with a wild ap peal: shall she run away? Shall she hide? Shall she tell Jack of her danger? What shall she do? Advised to Move. My answer went to her by airmail days ago, and today she writes me gratefully that she is following my advice and that she hears that Matt has left town. I advised her to move, with her mother, to the aunt's home where her mother was going to move anyway, any-way, after the wedding, and by all means to notify the police. The chances are that Matt's threats were only threats, only the last despairing gesture of a man who sees his girl won by a better maa But even so it is just as well not to risk anything. The aunt's family consists, beside be-side herself, of two bachelor sons; a much harder group to scare than are two lone women. And more than that the police instantly checked on Matt and temporarily placed a guard inconspicuously in the neighborhood neigh-borhood of the apartment house. So the probability is that Angela in a few weeks will feel herself safe in her new home with a husband to protect her. But when it has involved intimacies, intima-cies, the exchanging ef passionate notes signed "yeur adoring husband," hus-band," "your crazy little loving wife," the buying of groceries and cooking them in a tiny "kin, and especially when the girl has given the man the supreme proof of her love and trust, then there is a bond that isn't easily broken. We hear a good deal in these days, about the unimportance of a woman's wom-an's honor. "She doesn't harm anyone any-one but herself, the girls argue. "and iff nobody's business." A piece of charcoal kept on one of the shelves will remove all odor from your refrigerator. Don't run lamp cords under the rug. They wear out more quickly from being walked on, and present pre-sent a fire hazard. Silver should always be polished following the shape of the bject flatware lengthwise and bellow-ware bellow-ware with a large circular motion. Spiced beet slices or pickled carrots make piquant garnishes for the cold-meat platter. A few of each will do, along with a few sprigs of parsley. In removing paint, apply paint remover with a brush and scrape off the paint when it begins to curl. Avoid handling electrical apparatus appa-ratus with wet hands. Always turn off the main switch before trying to repair outlets or lights. Disconnect cords before working on them. , t Thickening for gravies or soups may be mad quickly by beating equal amounts of flour and water into a small, deep bowl with en egg-beater until a smooth mixture mix-ture is formed. Best for li and h! i You can tell by its deeper color and finer flavor that California orange juice is extra ricbl Science proves it gives you more vitamins C and A, and calcium, mort btalth in every glass. Navel oranges ate sttdttu. Easy to peel, slice and section sec-tion for reupej, lunch box and between-meals eating. Those stamped "Sunkist" are the inest from 14,300 cooperating growers. SnriifeG Do You Like Jingle Contests? 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