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Show THE BULLETIN. BINGHAM. UTAH ' INSTALLMENT 17 THE STORT SO FAR: tlon by his tweetheart, Jody Gordon, and her father. After wiping Thorpe out of Texat, Roper conducted a great raid upon Thorpe't vast herds In Montana Both Thorpe and Lew Gordon placed heavy rewardt upon Roper't head. He , Bill Roper started to say, "Jody, how on earth" Jody did not seem to see him; she appeared to be thinking only of the slim youngster whom the cowboy carried. The cowboy laid the limp figure on the floor of the kitchen, ripped off his own neckerchief and spread it over the youngster's face. Jody Gordon methodically shut the door. Then she dropped to the floor beside the fallen youngster, lifted his head into her lap, and gave way to a violent sobbing. The high-keye- d nervous excitement that had sustained her through the hard of action was unstrung abruptly, now that her work was done; it left nothing behind it but a great weariness, and the bleak con-sciousness that this boy was dead because of her. Roper and the King-Gordo- n cow-boy stood uncertainly for a moment. Then the cowboy picked up Leath-ers where he lay struggling for breath, carried him into the back room and put him down on a bunk. For a moment he hesitated; then closed the door between the two rooms, leaving Jody alone. "Seems like the kid got Jim Leath-ers; but Jim Leathers got the kid." "Daid?" Old Joe asked. "Deader'n hell! Jody takes it aw-ful hard." The cowboy cut loose Bill Roper's hands, and together they lifted Old J Gordon had built branches. King was M uisnd unscrupulous BUI Roper, 'determined to S Pe of his warn- - Sde no effort to move V standing square In fdrew his gun. A but ' J into the casing beside ) reportofi carbine beyond sound-wher- e Jim $ twice; then stepped barred the heavy 5ment the eyes of Kane irJ questioned each other, lip Pierce," Kane said. u'j beat hell that they i Hit just this minute- -" ai very cool and quiet irately be pulled on his --Get out the back, tin-i- a and get your man m like we ,tand " bet' here, way we are, than the open, what with" burn us out if we try to going, you!" Roper after him, Kane the dark of the back iwore as he rummaged e, bis sheepskin, neither swore nor hur-- aj deliberately, he blew j ap, hobbled across the j e other. Then all hell ) at once. ) e frosted pane of the ten-i- t it the end of the room :t with a brittle ring of s. In the black aperture lie face of a boy, pale ted, so young-lookin- g that lnost have been called a heavy .44 with which he ed the window thrust t broken pane; it blazed twice. ers, staggering back-- ! be had been hit with a :ed once, from the level The face vanished, but after it was gone the ;eld the gun dangled limp room. Then the gun thud-- e floor," and the lifeless jeared. ers went down, a broken ;s broke out in the store-'.her- s groped for his gun, e, but could not. so had been dragged Into areroom by Red Kane, .''sting of the wind as the m smashed open, and tear free as the guns e stumbled over piled fattened himself against The blind blasting in the ( back room lasted long t three guns to empty Their smashing voices ith an odd suddenness, .' as they had opened. a voice said, "In God's save a light!" seemed a long time a ti uncertainly, and Rop- - glance estimated the nation. In the back room ea were down Red Kane whom Roper immedi-me- i as an old King-bo- y called Old Joe. Sicker of the match was to a steady glow as a s found and lighted. the other man -the cowboy who had lantern with one hand, 8 still ready In lnier stooped over Old 'hurt bad?" ' my laig, my laig." 'stepped over the Inert ae to the door, and sur-sile- nt kitchen. Somebody got Jim !nd got him hard!" back into the rear lu're Bill Roper, aren't s'" the others?" 5ren't any others. They ,J' on Dry Camp's trail, "day before yesterday." r'here? You sure?" ;! Leathers are the only both hands clasped on 11 g. spoke between set Jody? For God's Jody!" Gordon cowboy whom ot know, went out, his ;8 with his long strides, here," Roper told Old "She got loose two Ce isn't here! She come as!" 'a? But you're from Gor-;u"- e camp, aren't you? I 'filcWee"ttoMiles City with went to Miles. She f J,8,Was bringing you ' she d heard him Gme to us, because we amp nearest here, ,'nthear of nothing but to crack you loose. "cehe's daid." ,;Jas dazed. "I thought :LC.Wboy now came the cabin an kifV his arms; and Gordon herself fol- -' uPn his heels. Her fiek? Sharp flush did not con- - was captured by Leathers and Kan. iwo of Thorpe's men. Leathers' girl! Marqulta. loved Roper. She made a but (utile effort to savt him. Th men were preparing to hang Roper when tney heard the sound of running horses. downed Jim Leathers. The sobs that convulsed her were dying off now. leaving her deeply fatigued, and pro-foundly shaken. "You might as well get up now," Marqulta said. Her soft Mexican slur gave an odd turn to the blunt American words she used. "The fight's over; and that boy you've got there is dead as a herring." With a visible effort Jody Gor-don pulled herself together, and gen-tl- y lowered the head of the dead boy to the floor. She got up shakily, and for a moment looked at Mar-qulta. "Why did you come here?" Mar-quit- a asked at last Her voice con-tinued gently curious nothing more. "I knew Billy Roper was alive," Jody told her. "Because I was watching when Leathers left Fork Creek with him. I already knew they meant to take him to Ben Thorpe at Sundance, for the reward. That would be death, to him. And I knew they meant to stop over here on the way. So I got the boys, from our Red Butte camp, and I come on . . ." "You are a very foolish little girl," Marquita said. "Luck saved you; but if this camp had been full of men, it would have been suicide." "Wouldn't you have done the same?" Marquita shrugged impatiently. "I feel very sorry for you," she said. "Why?" "Because I think you are in love with this Billy Roper." "Why do you say that?" "Es claro," Marquita said. "It is plain. And it's a pity; because this kind of man is not for you." At first Jody Gordon did not an-swer. But behind the softness of Marquita's voice was a cogency as strange as her American words a cogency that would not be ignored. Here Jody found herself facing a woman whom she could not possibly have understood. Marquita's care-less, even reckless mode of life, her uncoded relationships with men-th- ere was not an aspect of Mar-quita's life which did not deny ev-ery value of which Jody was aware. Marquita appeared to thrive and flower in a mode of life in which Jody incorrectly believed she her-self would have died. "I don't understand you." Marquita's glance swept the room the bare chinked walls, the dead boy. Her glance seemed to go be-yond the door, where they were dressing Old Joe's wound; beyond the walls, to the cold wind-swe-prairie, where men still rode this night, though morning was close. "What do you know," she said "what can you know of the lives of these men? Jody lifted her head, then, and looked at Marquita; and again the simple words and the mask-lik- e face of Marquita seemed to have a mean-ing for which she groped. In the silence that followed, it came to Jody that the night's fighting was not yet over, that she must still fight for herself and for Bill and some-how for that foolish house in Ogalla-la- , with its tall tower overlooking the plain. "Do you ride with them?" the gentle, inexorable voice went on. "Do you share their blankets? Do you ride under their ponchos in the rain? Where are you when their guns speak? Who prays for them at dawn, knees down in this n snow?" Marquita paused, and her body swung, lazily assured, across a shadowy angle of the room toward the closed door that had hid Roper, working now over the wounded men. the doorposts and it seemed to Jody, watching her, as if Marquita were a barrier between what might have been Jody's, and that she had lost now. "You don't have to bar the door, ( she said. Marquita's hands came away from the doorposts. "I kno v I don't." The words were so indolently that they might have been spoken in Spanish. And at their soft assurance something awoke in Jody Gordon . . . Something was still worth fighting for. Perhaps it had nothing to do with Bill Roper, but it flowed deep into the roots of her life; deeper than her life with ona man-co- uld ever mari-w-ith any flow. As Jody looked at Marquita, strange things came to her, that she herself could not have put into words. She knew that Marquita and all her kind would presently pass. Perhaps Bill Roper, like all the rest of his bold riders, must also pass; but now suddenly Jody knew that whatever else might vanish from this prairie, what she herself stood for would remain. When she spoke scarcely recognized her at last, she own voice. "I guess I was wrong, she said. Her words had a strange echo of Marquita's own directness You're Bill Roper's girl la that what you wanted to tell.me? The dance hall girl's words fell softly. "Si. that is what 1 wanted von to know." (TO BE COS'TISL ED) "Now you go and keep Miss Gordon company." Joe onto the other bunk. Roper cut Marquita free. "Get me that kettle of water off the stove," Bill Roper ordered Mar-quita; and when she had brought it he said, "Now you go and keep Miss Gordon company for a little while." Marquita left them, closing the door behind her. Old Joe kept talking to them in a gaspy sort of way, as they did what they could for his wound. "The kid was scared to death to come. Jody seen that, and tried to send him back, with some trumped-u-p message or something. Natural-ly he seen through that and wouldn't go. Now most likely she blames herself that he's daid. Lucky for us that Leathers' main outfit wasn't here." "You mean just you three was go-ing to jump the whole Leathers out-fit, and the Walk Lasham cowboys, too?" "Not three four," Old Joe said. "Don't ever figure that girl don't pull her weight. We been laying up here on the hill since before dusk. She aimed we should use the same stunt you used at Fork Crick-b-ust Into 'em just before daylight. Then somebody fires off a gun down here, and she loses her haid, and we come on down. It was her smashed her horse against the door, trying to bust it in. She blindfolded him with her coat threw it over his haid-a- nd poured on whip and spur, and she bangs into the planks. Broke his neck, most like; cain't see why she wasn't killed" "Just you four," Roper marveled, "were going to tackle the whole works, not even knowing how many were here?" "We tried to tell her it couldn t be done But you can't talk any sense she gets a no-tion into a woman, once In her nut." CHAPTER XXIII Marquita. closing the door of the storeroom behind her. for some mo-ments stood looking down at Jody Gordon. Jody still sat on the floor upon her lap the head of the boy who had ( PATTERNSJk I Crand-ot- her bak- - V tog1 day secret, lh A pr baking powder that baa millions of proud baker w&KSf to ears and year, tummy in front, and the frou-fro- u, feminine collar with the large bow. 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TWTTCJT--- 7 CIGARETTE 1 1 CA 1Y1 Fj B a of costlier tobaccos By VIRGINIA VALE (Released by Western Newspaper Union.) SAMUEL GOLDWYN has a combination in Bette Davis and Director Wi-lliam Wyler, who've just done "The Little Foxes" for him. They were responsible for "Jezebel," which won the sec-ond Academy Award for Bette, though a lot of people thought she'd H v given better per-formances in other pictures. They also did "The Letter." a hit film. Bette is working now in "The Man Who Came to Din-ner," and likes it because it's legiti-mate comedy; the comedy she did with James Cag- - Bette Davl. "Ti?"nBr'd.! wasn't so much to her liking, be-cause it was slapstick stuff. And RKO, which releases "The Little Foxes," may have a sure thing on its hands In Terry Frost. He is the last of the three men who played "Killer Mears" In the stage version of "The Last Mile." Pro-ducer Bert Gllroy picked him for a part In Tim Holt's "Cyclone on Horseback," In which Frost will make his film debut after a wait of 11 years. And the other two men who played "Killer Mears" were Spen-cer Tracy and Clark Gable and it was Gilroy who picked Gable for his first film, "Painted Desert" So, if good things come In threes, Terry Frost is headed straight for star-dom. A matrimonial expert, who's been asking American wives "What has Charles Boyer that your husband doesn't have?" maintains that 70 per cent of the country's married women are In love with male stars. One thing he's got is a beautiful and charming wife. It's on again, off again with John Garfield and Warner Brothers. As previously reported here, he refused to do "New Orleans Blues," was sus-pended, and Rich-ard Whorf, the very talented actorwho's appeared so of-ten on the stage with Lunt and Fon-tann- e, replaced him. Garfield was as-signed to "Bridges Are Built at Night," John Garfield and all seemed well. But it wasn't, and now he's been suspended again, and again Whorf has replaced him. Seems to be be-coming a habit. Maybe Garfield has forgotten the rumpuses Bette Davis and James Cagney had with the same studio and that both of them went back to work at the same old stand when the fuss was finally settled. Guy Lombardo has been having a lot of fun with those lyricized com-mercials, superimposed over a mu-sical background, and radio audi-ences like them so much that he's decided to make them a regular fea-ture of his Saturday evening pro-grams. Tom Hanlon, announcer on Gene Autrey's CBS Sunday program, "Melody Ranch," figures that he's on his way up, in motion pictures. He recently played a scene with Greta Garbo and Melvyn Douglas at the Metro studio. He did a com-mercial announcement which they were supposed to hear over the ra-dio during an important sequence. But he worked just out of camera range on the set with the Swedish star. Red Skelton has already arrived at the top, If reports of what pre-view audiences thought of "Whis-tling In the Dark" are a prophecy. Seems he's going to give Bob Hope a run for Hope's laurels, and make all of us laugh our heads off while so doing. It looks as if September 15 would be Orson Welles day in Hollywood. On that date he inaugurates his new variety broadcasts as star, produc-er, director and author with the Mercury players, and also starts the cdmeras grinding on his next RKO picture, "The Magnificent Between times he'll prob-ably do card tricks; he's just mas-tered seven new ones. ODDS AND ENDS That man Rochester, Jack Benny't "valet," u the high spot of the neo Mary Martin pic-Uir- "Kit the Boyt Goodbye" . . . Practically all newspaper critics have throun bouquets at "The Start Look Down" . . . Walt Disney and some of his staff will journey to South America to get ideas for cartoons suitable for that market . . . Charles Uughton will star in "Ou of Gas," a Tahiti tale by the "Mutiny on the Bounty" authors . . . Maureen O'Uara will have the lead op posite Tyrone Power in 20th Century Fox's "Benjamin Blnke" . . There's a National Society of Hardy Families, not --elated to Metro's. Quickening Emotions When men are rightly occupied, their amusement grows out of their work, as the color petals out of a fruitful flower; when they art) faithfully helpful and compassion-ate, all their emotions are steady, deep, perpetual and vivifying to the soul as is the natural pulse to the body. John Ruskin. As One Heart Men are tattooed with their spe-cial beliefs like so many South Sea Islanders; but a real human heart with divine love in it beats with the same glow under all the patterns of all earth's thousand tribes. Oliver Wendell Holmes. ANOTHER I ? A General Quiz ? 1. In navy slang, what ia known as an "ash can"? 2. Which of the following is not both in Europe and Asia Russia, Turkey and Iran. 3. Which, Plato, Aristotle or Socrates first, expounded his philosophy? 4. Where is the original Bridge of Sighs? 5. The projectile called shrap-nel is named after a general who served in what country's army? 6. What are Kiushiu, Shikoku and Riukiu? 7. What is Polaris? 8. Who was secretary of state In George Washington's first cab-inet? 9. How much of Greenland's total area (736,518 square miles) is ice-fre- e land? 10. Where is the world's largest organ? The Answer 1, A depth bomb. 2. Iran. S. Socrates. 4. Venice (connecting the pal-ace of the doge with the prison). 5. Britain (Henry Shrapnel, 1781-1842- ). 8. Islands of Japan. 7. The North star. 8. Thomas Jefferson. 9. Only 31,284 square miles. 10. In Convention hall in Atlantic City. It contains seven manuals, or keyboards, 487 keys, 933 stops, 32 pedals, 7 blowers, with motors totaling 365 horsepower and 33,056 pipes, ranging in height from a quarter inch to 64 feet. Serving Country He serves his party best who serves his country best. Ruther-ford B. Hayes. Dispels Vanity The knowledge of thyself will preserve thee from vanity. Cer-vantes. |