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Show V - - i THE PROGRESSIVE OPINION i If it is necessary-t- o paint steps ( while they are in use, paint every other step and use the ones in be-- tween until the first half are dry, when the other half can be painted. If cottons scorch while ironing, plunge into cold water immediate-ly and allow to stand for 24 hours the marks will disappear. To prevent small rugs from slip-ping, tack a jar rubber ring on the under side of the rug at each 2nd. Protect woodwork with a metal jr other shield if it is within three feet or less of a stove. The stove or range should oe 18 inches or more from the wall. Sour used fats are urgently iceded by the government to make gunpowder and medicine. Please turn them in promptly to your meat dealer. To lengthen the life, of paper chopping bags, cut a piece of heavy cardboard to fit inside the bottom. Round off the corners. This will also make carrying the bag much easier. To keep china plates from scratching each other, slip paper doilies between the plates when you put them away. When adding flour and liquids alternately to cake batters, al-ways begin and end with flour. Here is a good way to use men's lies that are no longer usable for them. Use the wool linings to line your dress belts. You can cut up the ties for many uses, rag rugs, patch quilts, and false handker-chiefs to put in a dress or a coat pocket. ift dianBEEF-- H Wih' J HAROLD CHANNIN6 WIFLE W.N.U. RELEASE. '" CWjSS mirfg. Tom must deliver 3,000 longhorns to the Indian agent by September 1, or lose a profitable contract. Lew has rea-son to believe that the Indian Supply Co. is trying to delay the Cross T herd. Lew brings the herd successfully to the feel the flat, unbroken land and judged they were aimed along the shelf between the low hills and the river. Riding loose, giving the ani-mal beneath him every chance to keep on its feet, he waited for a certain time. Running was not a natural pace for cattle. When the drumbeat fell into the longer rhythm of a gallop he knew they were tir-ing. Slowly he began to overtake the rear that was like a dark wave rolling on in front of him. Working off to the left, he listened backward to catch any sound above the pounding roar. But it was not those men coming from camp that he wanted to locate. They were safe enough unless a horse stumbled. It was the others who had been with the herd when it jumped that gave him a cold dread. He had forgotten the storm. If there had been another thunderclap it was drowned by the rattling jar in his ears. A crooked flash close in front of the longhorns was his first warning. Against its white light all of the widespread herd stood out briefly, caught in tossing waves, gone too soon for him to locate any rider. Someone was close before he heard the pounding thud of hoofs. Then the rider was alongside, Jim Hope's high young voice yelling, "Lew!" "All right," he yelled back. "Any more coming?" "Somewhere. What you want me to do?" "Swing off and stay clear! Don't ride too close." ' The fading voice came gleeful-ly, "Ain't they a spooky sight?" He was alone again, holding his own running pace beside the herd. bank of the Red river, where they must wait for lower water to cross. Lew rides to Doan's store where he Gnds out that the Indians are being stirred up, and that the Indian Supply Co.'s Open A herd has not yet crossed. He reached the edge and rode hunched over, letting time pass. The warm rain soaked through to his skin. Steam rose from his laboring horse. Sound was his only guide. Off in the dark he could hear the longhorns come almost to a stop, and then, scary from their first stampeding fright, they would bolt heavily into a short run. He didn't try to turn them. Better wait until dawn. In the dragging hours their runs became shorter. The rain stopped; a little light began to show his world. It was suddenly as if fatigue had hit the cattle on their bony heads. They seemed to halt between one step and another, with only their panting breath rising and falling over the dark mass. He let them rest while daylight came on, until he could estimate" four or five hundred in this bunch. They were as gaunt as wolves from the night's run. Tongues lolled and their big eyes bulged in their sock-ets. It would take weeks to get back the pounds they had lost in these few hours. The morning star was up, large and yellow, straight ahead and dawn was green in the sky when he saw the first of other bunches coming out of the hills to the south. There were more along the river, north. He felt better. And as those strag-gling lines converged with his on the flat shelf and he could see men with each one that dread left him. Joe Wheat, Ash Brownstone and Charley Storms were the first to join their cattle in. They rode back. He saw that Charley hadn't stopped for his pants but had ridden the night in his d underwear. They trailed behind the herd. Far-ther on, when Quarternight and Moonlight Bailey angled in from the river with their strays, he rode up to shape the point with Rebel John. The herd was growing. Ahead, Neal Good waited with a smaller bunch. Four men were still missing, Clay and Ed Splann, Steve and Tom Ar-nold. The longhorns' run had taken them far west, and it was not until after two hours of steady, speechless rid-ing that he saw Owl-Hea- d Jackson's camp smoke lift from the junction of the river and its tributary creek. He searched along the creek's growth for the trampled part where the herd could cross. Something halted his drifting gaze. He brought it back. An icy coldness crept over his skin. "John," he said and pointed, "I'd better go look." ' It was a riderless horse. Even from half a mile off he knew by the way the animal was standing, crook-edly, with a tired patience, that it had broken a leg. Closer, he saw the saddle under its belly. Its head raised a little as he approached but dropped again. He drew his gun and put the muzzle close behind one pointed ear and felt sick as he pulled the trigger. Dragging tracks led toward the creek. He followed them, steeled against a thing he had looked upon before and yet chilled even by those memories. His shot had brought two riders starting out of the distant river trees near camp. He couldn't LEW BtlRNET has been engaged by TOM ARNOLD, owner of the to Cross T, act as trail boss on the drive from sonthern Texas to Ogallala in the spring of 1875. Tom, with his son and daughter, STEVE and JOY, are moving to Wyo- - CHAPTER IX Clay Manning stood up and went to the pit and kicked another log onto the blaze. It was a restless act; the brief upward glow caught the irritation on his face. With all the other men quieted by a good meal something was driving this big blond and wouldn't let him rest. He swung back almost as if a hand had gripped his shoulders and turned him with a sudden violence. "It's my guard, Lew. I'm going out. The others needn't come til they're ready." "Plenty of time," he said. "Take it easy." But Clay's huge plunging gait was carrying him on. He got up and followed, urged by a quick, yet unshaped suspicion. "Wait a minute." He caught up off in the decreasing light. There was no heat in him, only a dull outrage against this man who had so much and was using it so badly. He could still see Joy's look, grave and strange and sweet, promising all that a woman could promise, and yet Clay could go on in his bullheaded secret way surely toward some kind of ruin. "There's four men out now," he said. Moonlight and Splann had not come in. "Why are you going, Clay?" t The answer came in a surly growl. "There's a storm blowing up. You can see that yourself." He could, but that wasn't it. He waited, letting his eyes probe through the dim light and seeing the ruddy face turn more and more strained with its controlled tem-per. He let his words drop quietly. "Yes. If that was all. What is it?" "What else do you think?" "I think you'd better use your head. Clay, wake up! You haven't covered your tracks so much. You've left a trail ever since we started . . . and it's crooked as the devil!" He saw Clay's ruddiness flood sud-denly dark, and then that color ebbed and all the loose lines of his face were drawn tight. Something charged and desperate was like a strong force held violently inside him. Joy was coming toward them. "Lew." She nodded him aside and raised her hands against Clay's chest. "You can't go now! Aren't you going to dance with me? Owl-Hea- d promised to play his fiddle . . . after the show." She laughed; her hands gave him a quick pat. "Now you come on!" She pulled him back to her wagon and raised her arms for him to lift her inside. A keg made a seat in front of the low cabinet organ. The bellows wheezed, pumping in air, and then she pressed out a long chord. Charley Storms' muffled voice came from beneath the chuck-wago- n canvas. She changed at once into i.e "Blue Danube Waltz." The wagon flaps parted. Neal and Charley jumped out into the fire-light, joined hands and curtsied. In waltz time they began to dance with each other, coyly, like those girls of Kate's, teasing the men. Young Jim Hope took it with a whoop. Lew watched the older men's faces. They were not remembering that Joy Arnold had never seen men go it at Rowdy gate's. Then he saw Clay start toward her, his face angered. But when he reached her wagon she laughed him aside. She finished the waltz, and as she dropped her hands from the keys, still flushed and shaking with that laughter, there came a far-of- f clapping across the sky like applause from some distant audience. Someone said, "Listen! Thunder." Lew turned his head outward to the blackness and waited, hearing Joe Wheat say, "Give me a jig, girl, and I'll show these pullets a dance!" The next instant, as if that thunder-clap had been a signal, he caught the repeated spurts of light low down on the earth, even before the rattle of guns reached him. He jerked back to face the camp. Afterward, with that picture stamped so clearly on his brain, it seemed that all of them must have been frozen there many minutes. He saw Joy's lips parted, her laughter halted and set, and Clay looking up at her, his face gone wholly blank. Neal Good and Charley Storms stood with their shirts disarranged in front of the old men they had been danc-ing with, and Owl-Hea- d Jackson was eating a piece of pie. It seemed minutes, and yet he knew it could have lasted only a fraction of a sec-ond, while the earth jarred beneath them and the air shook with the drumming of four thousand long-horns on the run. His horse was close to camp and he was first in the saddle, with the others delayed in running out to their picketed animals. Alone, he plunged into the night's blackness. There had been no more shooting after that ragged voUey. No more was needed. It had jumped the four thousand longhorns in a single star-tled mass. Slow and awkward as they looked, they could outdistance even a good horse for a little while in any sudden fright. He could only follow them, guided by the rattling drumbeat of their split hoofs. He felt his horse stumble on the roughened bed ground; a blacker line of creek-botto- trees loomed suddenly. By it he knew the herd was running west. They had crossed in a mass, leveling the brush and smaller willows. But there were larger trunks that some of the cattle had struck. The horse lifted him over a motionless shape and raced on. Beyond the creek they had con-tinued running straight. He could Suddenly his horse snorted, spread his legs, and stopped. Their growling complaint had risen now above the clack of horns and hoofs. It was like sounds jolted out of them at every lumbering step. They were tired and yet the mass fright drove them on. Gradually he worked forward and thought he must be near the front, when up ahead the galloping rhythm broke. There was nothing for him to see on the black earth. But his horse dug in suddenly, trying to stop, let. himself go and leaped. The fall was long and they struck hard. The saddle horn rammed his stomach. It bent him over as the horse lunged on up a steep bank. It was a little time, running on again with the breath knocked out of him, before he could look for the cattle. He turned his head and saw them beneath the lightning's repeat-ed flashes, pouring into a narrow gulley and wiggling out like worms. He looked for Jim Hope and couldn't find him. He started to wheel back. A split bunch of longhorns cut him off. The gulley had broken up the herd. He felt a man's bleak helpless-ness in that moment, swept on by the wild rush of the cattle's over-whelming numbers. There was no chance now for the thing he had hoped. Eight or ten men might have turned them and got them mill-ing. One alone could do nothing at all. The lightning's quickened flashes blinded him; its thunder made a bursting pressure in his ears. And then he thought they had collided head on with a solid pillar of white fire. His horse recoiled and squat-ted as if hit. Its heart pounded be-neath his leg. His own body had gone numb and slack. Instinct made him lock his hands on the saddle horn, his eyes wholly blind from that vivid whiteness, while he was aware of a strange dead hush and a smell of burned powder and hot ash. How long that daze lasted he couldn't tell afterward. He was moving. The cattle were around him. A waterfall had opened over his head. With the rain there was no more lightning; only the steady downpour that turned the gumbo earth sticky and slick. It slowed the longhorns. Working out of them, he could hear their hoofs slap the mud as they lumbered on, at a walk now, but in their stubborn, relentless way. tell who they were. Then suddenly his horse snorted, spread its legs and stopped. The trampled swath of creekbottom willow lay beyond the low bank. He looked where the ani-mal's ears pointed and in that first moment felt no shock. All of his senses seemed to have gone dead. In that strangely suspended feel-ing he turned back, fired his gun in the air and waved the men on from the herd. They loped toward him. When they saw the horse he had shot noxone asked for the rider. He said, "It's Tom," and saw their faces, haggard from the night's work, only set a little more. The two from camp were close now, Clay and Splann, hurried on by his second shot. It struck him that they didn't look worn out like the rest of the men. Clay pulled in be-side him. "Who is it?" He jerked a nod toward the creek. "Over there." Clay rode over and sat there and took his time about coming back. All expression on his full, ruddy face was veiled by an oddly smoothed-ou- t look. He shook his head. "Tough. I'll go in, Lew, and tell Joy." "No," he said, "not yet," Clay's huge body straightened up in the saddle. "Why not?" His voice carried a new power. "There's no use," he said. "Not till afterward. We're too far from civilization to go in for that kind of a burial. It will have to be here, right now. Let Joy have some other memory. Where's Steve?" In a little silence, with his question unanswered, he knew something was coming that had been shaped already in his own mind. But he hadn't expected it would come so soon. Then Clay said, "Steve's in camp. I'm going in. This makes a differ-ence, Lew. A big one. You might as well know that." "Not one bit!" He swung his horse over close. "What you're figuring on hasn't happened. You'll take my orders till it does." An outraged sense turned him as bitterly hard as he had ever felt. "What a time you pick!" He backed off, holding the hot stare of Clay's blue eyes. "John," he said, "you come with me." He flung a last look at Clay. "The rest of you stay here." Riding on, out of hearing. Quarter-nigh- t growled, "There's a hyena for you!" (TO BE CONTINUED) By VIRGINIA VALE Released by Western Newspaper Union. TflBBER McGEE is plenty 1- sore these days in the muscles, not the temper. Here's the reason. The RKO picture, "Heavenly Days," which he and Molly are making, in-cludes a dream fantasy in which Fibber, as a typical American citi-zen, enters the U. S. senate chamber and swims around 15 feet above the floor. It's done with invisible piano wires which accounts for the sore muscles. Now. that K. T. Stevens has achieved screen stature with her dramatic lead in the William Cam-eron Menzies production, "Address Unknown," at Columbia, she can claim the distinction of being the K. T. STEVENS only Hollywood star who still lives in the house where she was born. K. T. is the daughter of producer-directo- r Sam Wood, and still lives with her parents in the family manse in Hollywood. One night recently 70 soldiers were having fun in a New York night club. One thought he recognized a big, buxom blonde in the audience. "Miss Tucker," he said, "the boys would sure get a thrill if you'd sing 'Some of These Days' for them. We're on our last furlough, heading overseas." She sang, she wrote "Sophie Tucker" on menus for them. Didn't want to disappoint the boys by explaining that she's Lulu Bates, practically a double for Miss Tuck-er, a n blues singer who's starring now on NBC's "All Time Hit Parade." Barry Wood, singer and master ol ceremonies on "The Million Dollar Band," doesn't have too much time for his farm these days. He's been entertaining wounded servicemen at the Halloran and St. Albans hospi-tals, near New York. Incidentally, that's a fine idea Barry has that of giving war sav-ings stamps as tips. It is one that is being widely copied in radio circles. Something new has been added to Webster's dictionary; the new edi-tion will include the word according to word recently received by Paramount. If you're a movie-goe- r you know it well; it's derived from "puppet" and "car-toon," and is the registered trade-mark of those short subjects pro-duced by George Pal. "And tc Think That I Saw It on Mulberry Street," picturization of the novel oi the same name, is the latest in the series of Technicolor Puppetoons produced by Pal for Paramount. Helen Mack, who's appearing in "And Now Tomorrow" with Loretta Young and Alan Ladd, has been nicknamed "Droopy Helen" by her friends because she plays so many emotional roles. She began training for roles like that back in the days when she studied acting in a New York children's theater school, where she had some classmates des-tined to be well known Helen Chan-dler, Ruby Keeler and Gene Ray-mond among them. The movies' own Margaret Sulla-van- , returning to the New York stage to star with Elliot Nugent in the highly successful "The Voice of the Turtle," juggles three differ-ent careers expertly the stage, the screen, and hardest of all, that oi a good wife and mother ... It was thrilling to sit in the audience one night recently and find that, murmured "Isn't il when people wonderful that he's here?" and stood up to stare, it was Lieutenant Commander Robert Montgomery whom they meant. 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