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Show THE BULLETIN ust Star "k Tracing Resemblances smartest kind of dre33 for as becoming as it is if you use No. is yours practical, 1717 to make it. The style is extremely popular. This dress, too, has lines that THE "k For the Cause of Art "k Indians Above Par A Bonne Vidian SeMcl O H. C. Win WNU By HAROLD CHANNING WIRE (mica SYNOPSIS I Jim Cotter, forest ranger, had been mys- mum in ine punuic ox nis duties. wiousiy Gordon Breck, his belt friend, takei over Cotter! job, hoping to avengo hii murder. "Dad" Cook, toretst superintendent, warns Brack that the Tillson brother, mountain imoonsninera, are apt to give him trouble. .'Before leavlni for his mountain station. Breck buys an outfit and decide to attend ine public nance run by the TUlsons in Lone Tree. At the dance Breck dancea with Louise Temple, pretty "cowgirl" for whom he takes a liking. Unknown to Breck, she it being courted by Art Tillson. youngest of the three Tillson brother!. Angered by Breck'i attentions to the girl, he picks a flght which ;ends Indecisively when someone sets Are to the hall. Breck and his chief act out fur the jmountain station. "I know," said Breck, remembering his slip before the grocer in Lone Tree. "I'm wise," he added. "Now I see it this way; I'll have to force an issue with the Tillsons in line with my job, and settle for Cotter when I settle that." Cook nodded. "You're beginning to open your eyes, son." "I ain't" Sierra muttered, rising, "I'm shuttin' 'em tight. And don't you all disturb my beauty sleep!" CHAPTER V I I CHAPTER IV-Con- tinued ! For an hour Cook and Breck rode up a long gradual slope that shelved out from the wall of the Sierra. jThe town of Lone Tree dropped be- - Noon passed; and then one o'clock before Cook halted the train for half an hour's rest Breck dismounted, stiff in the legs and glad to walk. Sierra Slim boiled a gallon pot of water and threw in a fistful of tea. That, with whatever food each man had cared to put in his saddle bags, was lunch. It was while they squatted near the fire, warming their hands and eating, that Breck heard a clatter of hoofs somewhere below. He looked down into a narrow canyen that cut the mountains to the south of Farewell Gap. A second trail led up there and presently two horsemen appeared on it. He waited until they crossed a treeless area be fore shifting his scrutiny from them and back to Cook and Slim. They too were watching. Another rider came some distance behind the first two, as if a rear guard for them; all three passed up the canyon, unencumbered by pack animals. With them was a gray. wolf-lik- e dog. They were half a mile distant, yet their tall figures and their alert seat gave identity. Coming onto a shelf they put their horses in a jog trot and vanished at a point where the two trails joined. "That," said Sierra Slim, "ain't noways bard to read!" "They might be riding in to es "Roll out, Ranger!" Words roaring through a heavy sleep. Smells of bacon and coffee mingled with smoke. Breck opened his eyes. It was still dark. Rising upon one elbow, he saw Dad Cook holding a pot over the fire. The old man jerked his head sharply. "Up and at it!" Breck obeyed. This was business. As he started down to the creek he heard a rush of animals in the corral, the sudden squeal of horses, then Sierra Slim's gentle cursing. A wash in water that was only a few miles from snow aroused him thoroughly and brought a wolfish appetite. Cook and Sierra were already eating when he returned to camp. He squatted down beside them. Fried meat, fried potatoes, thick slices of bread, and coffee of the tablish their :nina them and then was lost in the .'desert sink. Toward noon they had climbed the jdesert shelf and were near the .road's end, where Breck saw some .sort of camp along a willow creek. !A corral enclosed one end of a box icanyon further on, and from this rose a cloud of dust. He glimpsed ,a nera oi animals racing before a lone horseman, then caught a deep d voice, slow and in oi ine curses it uttered. ispue ' "That's Sierra Slim." CnnV Cook ofplained, "one of mv forest jMust have seen us coming and has jwrangiea up ine pack train. You'll Jmeet a real moss-bac- k mountaineer jin Sierra. He's going to be your Ipartner until you're well broke in." They stopped their track under the trees, climbed out, and a moment later Breck watched a lank, figure amble down from the corrals. He wore Mar Stetson of the cow country, limp- orunmea, witii its high crown knocked into a peak. The rest of .his costume was equally haphazwith - bright red ard; flannel shirt . ana oiacic cnecks, gray jeans, shoes with golf soles. "Sum," said Cook, "this Is Breck. He's going up with us to take over 1 wv V xujck nouse station." "Glad to know you," he declared s perfunctorily. "Goin to take place, eh? Well, for me now, I can't see myself doin' it. Understand, I ain't exactly sayin I wouldn't. And again, that don't mean I would!" Glancing beyond Sierra Slim, Breck caught a twinkle in Dad Cook's eyes. A little later when Sierra had wandered off, saying he would rustle some grub, Cook laughed. "Slim's meaning is hard The time bad come for pipes. to get at sometimes, but don't let that bother you. He isn't half as sort that carries authority for the fered, though without a tone of beconfused as he makes out." rest of the day. Dawn was in the lief. After noon chuck they all turned as they finished. "Ah sure," Sierra scoffed. "And to the job of packing for an early canyon 'Now boys," said Cook, "let's get they might be in to see how the tomorrow. start Everything had to along. No telling how much snow trout is bitin'l There's just three fee stowed in the leather kyaks, that, we'll have to buck on top and I trails into these parts. We've got two for each mule, must be nicely want to make the station before the North. Them Tillsons have come balanced in weight. Breck had once dark." up the Quakin' Asp, seem' no one gone through the experience of havHe pointed to a line of animals else is ahead of 'em. And what ing a load kicked to pieces when that Sierra had brought to the tie will you bet that their rot-gmait turned under his mule's belly, so rack. "Breck, those horses on the chinery hasn't used the South Sumcalculated his outfit carefully now. end are yours. The gray is Custer; mit, probably last night?" "Of course," Cook said, grinning the black's Kit Better saddle Kit. Cook nodded, but said nothing. as he stood up from a pile of tele- We'll cinch a load of nails on Cus Breck stared at the spot where the phone insulators, "you can hang a and let him take a fling at that if three brothers had vanished. rock on one side or the other to he feels ornery. Yonder's a mule In a minute stood up, even it up. I've seen that done!" God knows he's a mistake, but you stretched his lankSierra frame and let it Breck left his work for a time fall heir to him. His name is Goof." settle again. "Ah shucks!" he said he tail switch For the proof and surveyed the equipment at gave dismally. "I'm agoin' to quit this Cook's feet "Seems to me," he ob- a yank that ought to have pulled the forest service. Things is starthV to served, "that most of your load has thing from its socket pop too early!" on went to Breck his horses, sad to do with telephones." "It has. That will be your first dling first the black, a truly beautiThrough the afternoon they fought snow drifts over the roof, crossed job two hundred miles of line and ful animal, tall and most of it torn down by fallen trees legs not too slender for mountain ridges, plunged into or snowed under. Like that every work, and a sensitive, intelligent swollen streams of ice water. Mules spring. You wait, son! Two weeks face. The gray was old and showed lagged. Men hunched in their sadcf climbing those giant fir will tell a disposition that had been ruined dles. But when, an hour before sunin his first handling. Upon him he down, a what you're made of." fenced meadow the two pouches full of nails came into green, mules lashed before Just evening Sierra Slim picked up sight, his buck. have him morning dragged a dozen pack saddles from and let their pace; men straightened. He loaded Goof more carefully. under a tarpaulin, inspected them, First the kyaks, hooked on the pack then uncovered more riding gear. saddle forks and hanging down, one sundown had twenty-fou- r By they either side, then his bedding, doukyaks filled and standing two by two on under the trees. Pack saddles rest- bled and laid crosswise, and over the ed in a row on a log, lead ropes all a waterproof tarpaulin. coiled nearby. Each man's riding Morning in the High Sierras! Dew Man, who marvels at the manner gear lay close to the spot where he had unrolled his bed. It was the along the stream bottom and the in which homing pigeons wing their of sage. Creaking of unerring way hundreds of miles to camp of a pack train ready to hit the sharp tang leather and jingle of spurs. The their own lofts, has the same homtrail at dawn. muffled pad of mules, broken by ing instinct as the pigeon and A cool wind from over the mounIt lies latent in tains forced down the desert heat the ring of their shoes on rock. The doesn't know Cook built a campfire, and in the sigh of wind in pines further up. many of us, and only needs prachour before turning in all three sat And then the red sun bursting like tice to develop, declares Noel Macwith the red glow upon their faces; a prairie fire over distant desert beth, of Chelmsford, Essex, says their shadows flickering off to min- hills. Pearson's London Weekly. The trail climbed rapidly. Soon gle with the canyon blackness. The The instinct arises from "terresthe desert had fallen into a deep sink trial time had come for pipes, and far-omagnetism," linked up with where floes of salt on a dead lake the water thoughts, and words slowly spoken. diviner's power of detectreflected the changing colors of suns. Talk drifted inevitably to the beneath the ground. Acwater ing Cook made a remark. Sierra rise. Up and up! At times the train Macbeth this power is to cording was like a line of ants clinging to Slim delivered his common than is generally more far speech. But he remained silent him-el- f, the sheer granite face. Again, Approximately four men Breck looked down at the supposed. thinking of his purpose in comten and six women out of of out itfour times doubled upon string ing to these mountains. ten have it. "I did imagine my business would self. Macbeth's theory is that every o'clock reached the eleven he At confessed they be a simple matter," e not has a wave-fielat last "Just find out who killed first summit and through Farewell object and by holding something in Cotter and then" He paused, Gap he gazed back for his last view hand with the 'corresponding brushing his hand through the fire- of that land so far down. When he one's wave-fiel- d one can detect that obout. west a cold breeze him this But turned again light "wipe of his from snow fresh kind on war." blew face, ject ten't that For instance, with a hazel rod, 'You don't know your man," Cook fields that glittered in the sun. Now has a corresponding wave-fiel- d which we more see until he could a as learn as "anI far affirmed, lay country to water, one can detect wahad better not do any advertis-ig- . of pine ridges and barren rock peaks So far I've passed Cotter's interlaced through meadows of bril- ter. An authority under whom Macdeath as an accidrat Shot by deer liant green, nere was the roof of beth studied in France, by using a bird's feather as a divining rod, the High Sierras. hunter" ; good-nature- cow-camp- ," - ; loose-Joint- ed a - . ... Cot-ter'- ut spare-bodie- d, wind-swe- pt vJ Century-Fo- x ff TiU-aon- radio-activ- -- d, make your figure look slim and the 20th youthful. The skirt is slim over producer, may have thought that Metro made a mistake when it From the rear of the train Sierra abandoned "I Take This Worn an" as Hedy LaMarr's sec yelled, "Fish!" Cook chuckled. "New hand ond American -- made picture catches trout for supper," he exhe liked the idea of plained. "So grab a line first thing, Certainly that woman, to be his taking Breck, and get us a mess." lawful wedded wife. Oddly enough, CHAPTER VI Again that call bursting through the dawn: "Roll out, Ranger!" Breck threw back the hood of his tarp and looked up. Overhead, pine branches waved against a sky that still held a few stars. At his right Dad Cook was crawling, from his own cocoon-lik-e bed, while to the left Sierra Slim had dressed as far as trousers, and now sat morose and silent staring at the ground. Breakfast was a wordless meal. But as Sierra finished his third cup the hips, high at the waist, and full at the hem. The shirred bodsleeves ice and give you a softly rounded look. Make this dress of flat crepe, silk print or sheer fabrics. wide-shoulder- e Frock. Here's a clever design that gives you three different fashions in one! First of all, No. 1685 is Three-in-On- there's a strong resemblance be tween the new Mrs. Markey and the first one, Joan Bennett, as Joan appears in her brunette wig in "Trade Winds." And there'll probably be a resemblance in the setting of "Trade Winds" and the next picture in which Hedy LaMarr stars "Lady of the Tropics," in which Robert Taylor will be her leading man. This business of tracing resemblances can go on and on forever. Old timers can try to find one between the glamorous Hedy and that of coffee, he shoved back his bench and at once resumed his good na- ture. "Well chief," he asked, "where do we head first?" Cook rose and gathered the dishes into a pan with one sweep of his arm. "You and Breck," he said, "will take the Little Whitney and Kern River line going out Then come back by Sulphur Canyon. Un less the wire is all down you ought to be here again in a week. I'll go south to Temple Meadow." He turned gravely to Breck. "If you live through a week of Slim's dutch-ove- n bread you've got a tin gizzard!" Gruelling work filled the days that followed, yet for Breck they were strangely satisfying. Work oriented his life. It was like the magnetic pole that holds a compass needle steady. Work went on. From headquar ters station he and Sierra followed a single strand of wire hung from tree trunks, part of two hundred miles that radiated like a spider's web over the mountain range. It knew no trail, but climbed walls and plunged across canyons in its direct course from point to point As days passed with long hours of work and hardship mutually shared, Breck felt a bond growing between himself and Sierra. Over the nieht's campfire, with the mountain silence about them and only their own thoughts to break it, their companionship strengthened into confi dences, and their separate natures began to unfold. In these hours men are apt to bare their best and their worst, and show traits that would have remained hidden during years of acquaintance in the cities below. Talk drifted to Lone Tree, and men, and girls. "Slim," Breck asked. "Why haven't you ever mar a charming little kimono-sleeve- d frock with a flattering, tiny waist. And with it comes a little bolero (that you can wear with other frocks, too) and a fastened with a bow apron-skir- t, in the front. Wear it any one of three ways alone, with the bo lero, or with both the bolero and For this, choose silk apron-skiprint, flat crepe, taffeta, thin wool, and combinations of two contrasting fabrics. No. 1717 is designed for sizes 34, 36, 38, 40, 42, 44, 46 and 48. With long sleeves, size 36 requires 44 yards of 39 inch material. With short sleeves, 3 yards. No. 1685 is designed for sues 14, 16, 18, 20 and 40. Size 16 requires 3ft yards of 35 or 39 inch fabric for the dress; V,'s yards for the bolero; 2 la yards for the tie-arou- nd HEDY LA MARR glamour girl of an earlier day, Bar- bara LaMarr (surely there couldn't have been a thought of Barbara in the mind of the person who suggested "LaMarr" when the lovely Viennese Mrs. Markey was choosing a name for her American career!). S Believe it or not, Merle Oberon had her face washed with kerosene the other day. The same thing hap- pened to Laurence Oliver and David Niven, and all in the eanse of art. Not that the makeup man had anything against them. Kerosene, when mixed with paraffin and heated slightly, provides a spray which dries white, so that he who gets sprayed looks as if frost had appeared on hair, eyebrows and eyelashes. quick-dryin- g With the cons and robbers evele waning, motion picture producers are certainly taking to playing cowboys and Indians in a ereat bie wav. Paramount has three bie westerns ried?" scheduled for this spring and sum Sierra screwed his mouth side-- mer "Geronimo," "Buffalo Bill" wise. "Ah shucks! What'd I do with and "The Lives of a Texas Ranger," woman? How could I pack her a sequel to "Texas Raneer." around these sand hills? Besides. There's going to be a premium on never seen any hi my life that inaians m the Hollywood studios, I'd trade a mule for, except one. first thing anybody knows. And she wouldn't want my kind. Fact i I wouldn't try to make her Muriel Wilson, formerly known as want me." He looked up from a close sur "Mary Loaf an radio's "Showboat" recently received a gift vey of the coals. "Maybe you seen program, moved her to tears. It is a her at the dance. I wasn't there that crocheted tablecloth depicting a myself. Old man Temple's kid." The name Jotted Breck from quiet scene from "Showboat," and was designed and made by a blind musing. "Louise?" woman. "Yeah. Louy. There's a girl!" Sierra rolled another smoke. There's a man in California vhn Most of the cowhands hereabouts is spreadin' their ropes for her," he if he could be granted the wish nearwent on. "The dam' fools! Trying est his heart would ask that Cecil to tie her in some shanty cookin' B. DeMQle decide to broadcast a their greasy grub!' play with a good wind storm in it. 'I saw her in Lone Tree," Breck The man is Charlie Forsyth, sound admitted. "Doesn't she belong in effects expert who officiates on Mr. DeMille's Radio Theater, and he has the Sierra nodded. "You'd say so. two dozen new wind records that he wants to use. During the recent sure you would!" Breck laughed, recogmzinf the re California windstorms he worked all buke. night making records of the wind whistling through cracks in his (TO BE CONTINUED) garage and through the shrubbery around his house. They are the first authentic wind records Forsyth has been able to make, and he won't be happy until he uses them. rt New Spring Pattern Book. Send 15 cents for Barbara Bell's Spring Pattern Book! Make your own smart new frocks for street, daytime and afternoon, with these simple, carefully planned designs! It's chic, it's easy, it's economical, to sew your own. Each pattern includes a sew chart to guide beginners. Send your order to The Sewing Circle Pattern Dept., 149 New Montgomery Ave., San Francisco, Calif. Patterns 15 cents (in coins) each. step-by-st- ep UEXTION Why are Luden's like lemons? MM anK-sn- NSWER Both contain a factor that helps contribute to your alkaline reserve. LUDEN'S MINTHOL COUOH DIOPS 5 0 Power of Song He who sines scares awav hi. woes. Cervantes. cow-country-?" Humans Have Same Homing Instincts As Pigeon, an Authority Asserts it button-down-the-fro- nt Ily Virginia Vale ENE MARKEY, Late Fashion Nov: For You Who Sew can detect game from a greater distance than can The same principle applies to piggun-dog- s. eons. They become impregnated with the "magnetic smell" of their loft and, as they circle in the air, they feel the magnetic pull in one direction and fly that way. This sense of direction, due to magnetic pull, was widely held by the ancients, Macbeth says. We have lost it today through lack of use. 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