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JmS Quaker State Oil Refining Com- - jh Ji , pany, Oil Gty, Pennsylvania, J Retail Price... 33 per quart. Jl rlt ' UNCONFESSED By Mary Hastings Bradley While the houseparty proceed gaily, the alluringly beautiful Nora Horriden dis-appears. She is found lying dead in the shrubbery beneath the window of her room. The Insidioui killer, loose among the gueits, strikes again slaying the only person able to throw light upon he mystery. Supicion center frongly upon a lovely young woman, a young woman who ha just fallen desperately in love. But the sinister criminal ha no reckoned how bravely hi girl will fight her way out of the enclosing net of false clues. With bated breath and a shudder of thrilled anticipation, we announce the beginning of Mary Hastings Bradley' newest mystery-romanc- e IN THE NEXT ISSUE " ' (flame vj IN THE FOREST oil B ' HAROLD TITUS j II Illustrations k j II by ; IRWIN h j II MYERS t I Copyrlght by Harold Titus. WNU Service. ; ' sight, could see It flash true aaatnst that bulky breast and the iwoll did not hurt, that time. He did not even think of It . . .lie saw that other rlflo barrel fly upward, Saw Tod West spin about, back to the window. , , , Saw him stand there a moment and then, In the terrible silence, saw him disappear with the crash which loosed tor-rents of cries and words and sounds of running feet. . . . Then Kerry Young put his cbeek down on the cool, moist earth and drew a long breath. . . . They had him back at Nan's tn an hour. Ezra had the bullet out before sundown. It waa midnight when be opened his eyes. At first, be thought he was alone in the room and then realized that he could not be alone ; a man alone cannot have that sweet sense of peace and permanence and well be-ing which spread over him like a mantle. . . . He moved his head slightly and saw her sitting there, straight and stliT and expectant, her face gen-tler than ever beneath the shaded light. "Nan," he breathed and she came quickly close, "Oh, Kerry I" The words were a sob. "And you're ... all right V "Klght! Everything's right!" He closed his eyes. "Tip?" "Ezra says he's done the best rebuke stin a,n,ng h,s cneekc window.6"' t0 8tare thrU' the doST' th" mmet wlth that muttered. He had come a long ways; he had come slowly. ma cne ,e dragged behind him, now. Ills eyes were glazed and his Hps caked with mud where he had licked wet earth from the ruts. Ezra shoved up his spectacles. "I declare l" be said. "I de-clare, officer, that's Young's dog!" The sergeant of police was out-side with long strides. Others were running toward Tip collapsed In the road, now. Jm Hlnkle was there, chattering In ex-citement "Wha's matter, Tip? Wha's mat-ter?" "Mad!" someone warned. "Stay back I Look outl" Jim and the others did draw back. It would not do to get too close to those clicking teeth, those blazing eyes. "Why, he's hurt! Let's spe." Ezra Adams trying, now, but the dog drove him back, too. Advice, warnings, speculation; contusion. And then Nan Downer pushed through the circle. "What's wrong? . . . Oh! Tip! Why, Tip. . . ." The tall flopped heavily, the dirt smeared tongue lolled; the dog panted and whined. The girl dropped to her knees be-side him and he put bis nose In her lap. . . The eyes closed and Tip drew a quivering slah. Ha h,i 'v ue coum reel a re- newed trickle of blood down bis side. "Oh, God." he began, mumbling, 'jrlve me strength to scotch this snake! Oh, God, let me hold out to save for Nan what's hers! Please, God!" A "beside him, moaned and trembled and began licking at his leg again. Thereafter was no speech, no movement for a long Interval. The shadows shifted beneath the march of the sun, A fly droned about his head. His tongue was so parched that It seemed It would crack. Then suddenly he was aware of faint stirrings within the cabin and something flashed across the door-wa- West had crossed to the win-dow end of the cabin and Kerry flred again, aimlessly. "Still awake, eh?" West Jeered "Look your last ... Or, Ml trade with yon. Throw your rifle Into the clearing and I'll give yon my word I'll not come near " Kerry fired again and a window pane pulverized. It was agony to pump In another cartridge. His left arm lay cold and lifeless beside him but his shoulder burned and throbbed. He got a box of shells out of his pocket somehow and stuffed the magazine full. Blackness hovered over him for a moment. He tried to reason things out. He could not last much longer. Loading his gun had started the blood again. When the bleeding fcHAPTER XV Continued J 16 K wg tongue wus frantic against A closed Hds; Tip's breath hot 5 1 his own nostrils. Consciousness me back with a nauseating surge. t "Oh. God I" he moaned, getting 1 knees somehow beneath him, I h , , , It's gone ... Tip I It was ;? est ... i' was And he'8 ot r i lighting down sickness, shaking i , dead against blindness, he H s arched. The money was ' gone. 4 fie money was gone! Tears f lursed bis cheeks as he shouted I at at Tip and then stopped, lean- - 5! g close to see better as the re- - I never licked savagely at his thigh. come to Nan at last Now he could be touched; now the hurt could be examined. "Broken 1" gasped Ezra. "And . . . Good Lord, sergeant, this dog's been shot!" "He was with Kerry!" Nan cried. "He was with Kerry. . . . Ezra! Where Is Kerry? Where Is . . ." "That," snapped the policeman, "Is what we've got to find out! Come on, you trailers I Look I You can see every step he took In this road I" MIdafternoon, now, and his head rolled drunkenly as Young fought off that cloud of darkness. He could not hold It much longer. The cabin, was beyond his range of vision. . . . He had one cartridge left He remembered that For weeks, It seemed, his Intermittent firing bad kept West within that cabin. He had only one more shot to fire, and he could not see the bead of his sight That waa all blurred, like other matters: pain and sickness and bis manner of getting here. . . . His face drooped heavily against the stock. He was so weary. He wanted to sleep . . . Just a moment . . . Just a second. . . . One little wink of respite. . . . And then he knew that for ever so long voices had been In his ears. Voices, saying over and over: "nere he went!" ... Or was It Just once that the words had been said? Just once? "Here he went!" It must have been Jim Hlnkle saying that Jim's voice, saying It Just now, Just once! . . . "Here be went!" And Jim was standing there In the road, bent over, with a group around him. . . . And Nan with her hand on Jim's shoulder, and the sound of glass breaking. . . . Glass breaking! Window glass breaking before the thrnst of a rifle barrel through the pane; tinkling as It spilled over the sllL . . . And a man with his shoulder slammed tight against the window casing sighting that rifle, and . . . Tod West, that, taking bis final tolL One, two, three. . . . They'd drop there In the road before the crash of his repeating weapon. One, two, three. . . . West In sight, ex-posed to Young! Oh, how well Kerry could see now. He conld see the bead of his front sappea mm low enough, or when night fell, West could slip out and be gone forever. . . , What was It Nan had said about West and the country beyond? Oh, yes? West knew It like a book! He was the only one who knew It Once In It, then, the Downer account against him, both In blood and money, might well be written off. If he only had help. If Nan or Ezra or any of them only knew where he was. But they did not. All they knew was that he was .hu.n.ting a bee tree, ne was alone he and Tip were alone. . . . He held his eyes on the cabin and kept the rifle butt to his good shoulder with his chin. His right hand went out to Tip, caressing the short, curly hair, and the dog whined; not from pain; It was an Inquiring, concerned whine and he stared hard Into his master's face. "Tip! You've got It ... to do!" Kerry whispered. "Tough, with that leg, but It's ber only chance. Maybe ... my only chance. . . . You've got It to do for Nan Un-derstand? For Nan!" The dog's nose began to quirk and bis tall moved slightly. "Hear me, Tip? (God, I can't tell whether I'm yelling or whis-pering!) Hear me?" gripping the coat and shaking the dog a little. "Go to Nan, Tip! Go to Nan! . . . Hie pn ! To Nan . . . Nan I" He shoved at the wounded ani-mal and Tip rose painfully to his feet, staring Incredulously at bis master. "Nan?" he seemed to be asking. "Go away, with you In a Jam like this? Not on your life, Chnml" Again Young spoke: "Hie on! Nan, I said!" The savagery In his voice made the dog's ears drop meekly. He bad raised himself to his el-bow, thrusting his face close to the dog, snarling the words. Surprised and shocked Tip slunk away. He licked his chops and waggled his tall apologetically. With a protesting little whimper, that one leg dragging uselessly, the ragged bone ends biting into raw flesh at every move, the dog made bis way slowly through the brush. Shortly he came out to the road he had traveled before. He stood there and gave a long look back-ward. Then he limped gingerly across the. first rut and, panting from the effort, set out to do his master's bidding. . , . i i i i'Ohl" he gasped. "And he al-- j Li got you I" With his good right ' fnd be touched the creature's leg. !" he muttered. ?oken and godly rage shook lifted him above pain, above for the moment im, It's up to us! Shy an shy a leg. . . . Which way, H reaching for his gun and ,p liiblng. "Which way? Come. . . . J ie. . . . Herel" . iFootprlnts In the muck gave him . 2 lead. He walked bent over, fol-- : Jwing the sign In the soft forest jould, dog on three legs, whlmper-4- ; with hurt at bis heels. to us . . ." he panted. " . . . i'l'p . . . Hie on, TIpl" The dog looked Into his face mi, with a moan, dropped his muz-j- e iL to the ground, sniffling. He reeled along after the dog. low and then he could see the fall himself; at other tiroes sick-- engulfed htm, the trees swung Id tilted crazily, he could scarcely le Tip. But he kept on, up a intle rise, out onto a limestone Jlge. ... ITlp was snuffling wildly, there, i ll motionless. Then he found I that lie was following again. With I 1 whimper, half of pain, half of flight, he staggered forward, his dragging the rifle by Its close behind. Ifaiter, and distance and pain nothing . . . until they came f I atop. Perhaps It was the re-lt- e from the effort of movement, jsrhaps the Imperative demand for Jertness from deep In him that fnght Kerry slowly out of that tab state. . . . Anyhow, he saw fat they had come to a clearing d he was halted on Its edge, Tip, m uplifted, before him. A bulld-- e wag swimming before his eyes. te a moving mirage, ... He foghed and cut the laughter short panse that was Townllne cabin M through the open door he could p movement that was no trick of Tagrant senses. 4 man In there was flinging lugs to the floor, dropping to his m beside them, making wild, ifravagant motions as he crammed tides into a pack sack. Young ed one eye tightly to concen-- e on recognition. The man was imlstakably Tod West Kerry staggered on a few step's, F"f to get the rifle to his shoul-f- f with one arm. He could not do fmA The thing was a tremendous nnwleldy weight. He needed I rest f( the barrel , . . Yonder Her Lips Were Living Warmth on His Cheek. Job of bone setting he's ever done for man or beast" Pause. "Holt?" "Here," In a whisper. "Waiting to thank yon . . . before he goes." He cleared his throat feebly. "And . . . West?" "Already gone," gravely "And forever." He stared bard at the celling through a long moment "Nan ... I guess ... I guess I'm all right but a hand never can . . . Just tell. There's some-thing I've ... got to say. . . . Put It off for the . . . right time . . . right place. . . . Excuse . . . little groggy. . . ." "But I've got to ... say It .. . now. . . "Shi" Gently she placed small fingers against his lips. "You must-n't talk. You'll be all right. Ezra swears it But now . . . And I'll say It for you, dear, dear Kerry! I'll say the thing you want to say. ... I love you. . . Is that It? I knew, you see. And I love yu, Kerry. . . . Love you, love yon, love you. . . Her lips were living warmth oo his cheek. THE END f rock and he lurched toward 1 Carefully he sighted on the door-'"- d Worke(l h's tongue tn his Jwed month, striving to conjure fwtnre there so his speech might P good. J"pt up your hands!" he croaked. 7 ot you covered and" . 1 reared on his kn-e- s, rigid. Cy..t0 thwart any move. . . . n hIs man wns ont of sight, tgj himself sideways along tefifre,dKflnd th! BhCk , re-- kv agonIes thro"gh Ma the aw a le of th table, on mZT of the room and Jlledoorwy."PMnter....Tlienj iS? he raI1Ied the strength, he' KSkS Westl ni glv you j Spouse. Ws'.T1'' he tried to shout j S West broke spoke:' I W" you, Young!" Sore !"ew ereat breath which h. v?L , Tun4 So that was he L m confldee. Desper- - floor U Were on thl Side: and oDg the one window. So position lLC,m remaln ,n this clear t ePP h,S nd I" But holT COU,d not erge. I West woul(1 that be? I "in 8poke aBa,n-- Nntea. out-- " Tonng- !- he iogh. r - ,en 've bled ,Uu' his teeth and tried to I CHAPTER XVI now a man fights to retain! AND He fights to: keep his eyes open, to stifle the, buzzing In his head, to down the. nausea which grips his vitals. I He shouts a warning; he shoots again; he hears a harsh laugh. ... Something strange about the wtn--J dow, now; something moves there. Or are his eyes up to tricks again! No, something coming across the sill, poking out long and dull. . . . A rifle barrel, thrusting toward him. and the sill beneath It splinters as he squeezes the trigger of bis own weapon. The other gun Is hastily drawn; West curses breathlessly. MTou can't last Young I" West calls. "Will you trade?" "To hell with you I" he cries, try-ing to put strong scorn InU the words, but Tod West laughs. "Your voice Is a whlmpar!" he says. "I give you another hall hour. He sat at the telephone In Nan's office. "Sergeant Parflt Commissioner," he said over the long distance wire. "Yes, sir; we've got everything cot off, except to the northwest We're organizing a posse now to work that way. ... No. ... Tm sorry, sir. Yes, sir; If he's gotten Into that country It'll be tough going for os. . I'm sorry, sir," flush-ing. "How he got the tip-of- f, we don't know. Yes, sir. Tve got the beat trailers In the country. What? . . . We're nearly ready to start Yes. sir. ... Of course. . . ." He hung up, the flush caused fey Ihmhd cJbout Halle's Private Treasury SANTA MONICA, CALIF. it not been a foreign dispatch, a fellow might have thought it referred to one of our own investment councillors, specializing in looking after widows' and orphans' funds, and having a neat line of Euro-pean securities to dispose of, and Dromlnent In wel- - fare work and up-lift movements in his home commu-nity in short, a typical specimen of sub - variety that seemed to sort of peter out in the years Immediately following 1929, some quitting by request, some by indict- - r. v- - ment and some Just i,, g c0DD vanishing into space, taking with them the clients' remaining cash assets, if any. But this happened to be a cable-gram from Geneva stating that when Emperor Haile and Farewell Selassie hurriedly departed from his capital, he so thoroughly cleaned out the bank of Ethiopia that all the invading Italians found In the vaults was a large throb-bing vacuum. How Mencken Can Write T1HS campaign will liven right if Henry Mencken, the of-ficial human gumboil of the writ-ing craft takes pen in hand to dis-cuss the men and the Issues. You don't have to Bgree with Hen. You may quarrel with his premises and dispute his conclusions. But can he make the language pop like a bull-whi- When he gets excited he throbs like a mashed thumb, and cuts loose like an avenging angeL Expressing him-self, he always picks words of the right shape and the right color. Literary Garbage LETS admit that southerners of CoL Carter of Cartersville type were mainly the far-fetch-creations of overly-sentiment- Let's admit the business of painting a largely imaginary aftah-de-wa- h South was for many years crowded. But why, in the revolt to de-bunk this sugary romance, should the land so generously spawn a crop of alleged realists who'd have the rest of the world believe the only party of the South worthy of being written about is almost ex-clusively peopled by loathsome degenerates of the "Tobacco Road" variety? If one of these literary garbage collectors will but look about him, he'll find southerners who might make interesting copy and yet ex-cusing that they leave the sugar out of the corn bread and the low-er case "r" out of the language, are pretty much like the run of their fellow Americans elsewhere. Gas Station Service AN OPEN LETTER to the companies: Dear gasses Why must the cus-tomer have the windshield wiped if he doesn't want the windshield wiped? Maybe he's in a hurry. Maybe he fears the youth with the squirt gun will only mess up the wind-shield worse than ever. Maybe he's nervous and prefers a blurry outlook so he can't see how many close calls he's going to have from being knocked cold by lady motor-ists. Even so, unless he fights like a tiger, he must endure the wind-shield wiping. I commend the po-liteness of your attendants, though deploring their frequent habit of apparently going somewhere about a quarter of a mile back of the sta-tion to make change. I admire your enterprise and your pumps are indeed works of art. Your high-way signs so fill the grateful eye that we don't have to look at com-paratively duil, things, such as scenery. But my dear gasses, there comes a time when too much service becomes a nuisance. Mcroic First Aid Measures those three gallant men W;iEN imprisoned in that Moose river mine cave-i- n up in Canada, facing death in the dark-ness one of them, you'll remem-ber, did die and the rescuers fi-nally bored a slender shaft through to their living tomb, almost the first thing sent down from above was some hot coffee with a slug of brandy in it Now the Rev. A. A. McLeod has formally protested to the govern-ment of Nova Scotia about putting in the brandy. So I've been sitting here all day trying to make up my mind, if I'd been buried in that freezing, slimy pit which I'd prefer to have 'em send along some spiked cof-fee right away or keep the mix-ture up on the surface and lower the Rev. A. A. McLeod with a pitcher of ice water. It's one of those things a fellow really can't decide offhand. IRVIN S. COBB. WNU Service. Household 1 QuesIoiir Cut out old canes In raspberry bushes when they are through bearing fruit. These canes will never bear fruit again. . 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