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Show THE BULLETIN. BINGHAM. UTAH ) B'y emilie loF;; J i- - , tthm The Indian bared yellow teeth in a wolBsh smile. J ''a mS' Running away J psxton, rich but " secre-- I n,nt becomes f.Msraew camp over Zs Harcourt, a long . ta eUrf engineer. wile. Ii also panics tens Ned . to Harcourt The " and insists on an v Irt The newlyweds are . "claims: U y M 1,7" Bruce spends the murder. When brother, runs , cent's ! I? pMton 1 Z, leave In a launch iTiitrsndedonalonely fatfM run off with the Co. isnlce spend a fear-- L in keeps the wolves ses t tbe rescue finally, tits the story. jTEBXVin v0ice shook. "Nothing dear, but eats in a1 Her voice spoke Ned has suffered un-,jn-his last ciga-ia- J been wonderful, 1( ii so exhausted I i Thank God, you've t loso staunch, so ourt tapped on the door jom. No answer. He tii wrist-watc- Ten Upped again. Dead probably, tired child, upon landing on the !oon after dawn, she h H house, two of the ted Paxton out to his sled to waken her, but ianer wanted to push lion. Chester was up, ashen. They to take stenographic ted the latch, entered ihe lay as in a rosy arms outspread as if herself face down in ion. Her hair which shoulders of her se still showed of i shampoo. Her icratched and burned. :let of diamonds emit-s- , His ring. ien surge of love and ressed his lips to her 3e spoke softly twice irred. She opened the ye, gazed up at him though her spirit were ck from a far country, i start. A delicate 0 the little-dam- p curls !l. What are you doing color mount to match ted and knocked. You -i-o-I walked in.- - The ' wants you to take iqual to it?" illfcg on a satin coat 1 Persian amethyst 1? The silly season you ask me such a be with you in just ten i he lingered at the 4 she added crisply, sss I'm detained by Tm going." "long the board walk ' few moments before stack, when he had 0 his arms. Did her sing him come from fedins than relief at lay like an under-ain- d as he conferred nfcioner and his dep-r- P living-roo- ti Jimmy unconscious of the '"man beside him who hand with its dark Commissioner sensed ! loveliness if Jimmy Harcourt told him-to- d the official's fur- - her direction. The ' Sanp were on the s s she sat in the wing-bac- k in a low rocker, She looked up !MJ ary. in a navy blue and cuffs of dear! I lived I didn't know how into my heart until wiped her eyes. "8ht when she said "as home for her ' IJ ju on her soft gray chair with Wchthe deputy looked up from in the Indian Redout of the room J! serene face m on the heels NCw SiSter- - Her i ibS:rbeads were dark , tossed her su- - thecommi, Vt ha present late-- avt you that silver Jewelry you were swaggering round in?" "Who tole you I w'at you say, swagger?" "Answer my question. Who gave you the silver?" "Kadyama." "Is that true?" He turned to the lowering Indian, who stood awk-wardly twisting a soft hat in his hand. "Yes. I geeve it She marry on me." "Cost a lot of money, didn't it? Where'd you get the cash?" Kadyama shot the inquisitor a murderous glance before he mo-tioned with his thumb. "Pasca pay money he owe." Harcourt stared incredulously at his house-bo- Pasca with money! "Is this true? Did you pay Kady-ama money?" Pasca looked furtively at Chester. Did he answer with a slight nod or was it a figment of his own hectic imagination, Harcourt wondered. "Yes sirree. I pay Kadyama much money. Leetle game we had. I lost. He want long time I pay." "Where'd you get it?" "He geeve it me." All eyes fol-lowed his nod toward the couch. "Mm. You say that Mr. Ches-ter gave it to you. Know where he got it?" "How I know where he get it? He mak much money p'raps. All engi-neers mak much money." "Why did he give it to you?" "Meester Chester, he say to me, T geeve you two hun'ed dollar you help me.' He nice fella. I say 'Sure.' " "How did he want you to help him?" "He say he must mak quick get-away in plane the fella you sen for finger-prin- t man go in. I help your man, honest lak, then Meester Ches-ter pull heem out hard. I help Meester Chester get off, den lock up your man. Meester Chester pay me two hun'ed dollar. I pay Kadyama. Yes sirree." "Is this true, Chester?" "Yes." "Where'd you get that money? Hale's roll?" A contemptuous smile touched the corners of Jimmy Chester's blanched lips. "No. I've never needed to steal from my brother-in-law.- " "Then where" "Just a minute, Commissioner. I wish next you'd ask Kadyama why he wasn't at the squaw-danc- e the night Joe Hale was shot Why he was hanging round the back door of the Hale cabin." Grant's voice caught in a gulp, his green eyes blazed with excitement Kadyama started to bolt. Grant caught him. "Come across, Kadyama." The Commissioner sat forward in his seat "Yes, Kadyama come across. A speck of foarrl bubbled at the corners of the Indian's lips, his eyes burned deep ruby lights. "Aw right I tell. I went to Hale cabin good chance one, two dance goin', everybody there, he alone, to tell heem Tatima my squaw." "Did you tell him?" "Never had no chance. I go In back door. Look roun' screen. Mees-ter Hale sit in wheel-chai- r countm roll of money. I tink, now's my time. I step out-- not quick enough -f-ront door open, slow-sl- ow- "Go onl Who came in that door? Kadyama pointed to the couch. "Chester! I thought so. What did Hale do when he came in?' Kadyama sniffed contempt. You smart fella, catch tink you pretty Meester Chester come me, huh? Not She, Mees Hale." He pointed who sat, fair head to the woman bent, clutching her brother s hand Millicent! She had said that she had found Hale dead! Harcourt crushed back dismay, to listen. "Mrs. Hale. Are you sure? "Let me speak." "Sit down. Chester, your turn 1 what hap- - come. Go on. Kadyama, PMeenstef'Hale. he begin to talk loud an' hard. Vera fast Mees Hale say nothin'. She open table drawer, tak out somethin. She laugh, she say: See this revolver, Joe? I bor rowed it Bully in 1.?I try . " Jimmy freaten you. one word more, I fire. SU jump for ber. be catch re volver way from her han it fire, he falL I go." The occupants of the room sat as still as though under the spell of a necromancer. Millicent Hale rose, caught the mantel shelf to steady herself. "Kadyama is telling the truth. I had seen my husband cringe be-fore my brother's threat I thought 'Perhaps I've been too easy, per-haps Joe will have more respect for me if I defy him.' I had been frightfully unhappy. It seemed as though I couldn't go on another day. I was crazed with despair." Her voice, which had been broken, stead-ied. She straightened, cast off con-fusion, fear, like a princess discard-ing a tattered cloak. "Believe me or not, I had not the slightest inten-tion of shooting my husband. I didn't even know the revolver was loaded. I had never had one in my hand before I took Mr. Har-court- 's down from the wall and hid it in our cabin. Before I could make my grandstand play of aiming it, Joe had caught it It went off. He fell. Terrified, I tried to lift him. Horrified, I realized what had hap-pened. I would be accused of shoot-ing him, I, who never in my life had hurt anything. What should I do? A roll of money lay at his feet I tucked it into the bosom of my gown. Crazed, I picked up the revolver, stole down to the shore, flung it into the water. I raced and stumbled to the H house to tell Bruce Harcourt what had happened. He would advise me what to do. When he opened the door I remem-bered that that he was ma-rriedI called out something, then the room went black." She dropped to the couch. Her brother put his bandaged arm about her. The Commissioner's eyes were points of steel as he regarded them. "If that's true" he held up his hand as Millicent Hale opened her lips. "I believe you. Only a fool would doubt your story why in the devil did you make your get-awa- y, Chester?" "It was a dumb move. When Har-court told me that his revolver had been stolen, the remembrance of my sister's laugh after I had threat-ened her husband flashed through my mind. I remembered the ques-tions she had asked, the interest she had shown in the holster on the H house wall the afternoon we were decorating for the party. I was certain that she had shot him. I felt responsible. I had put the fool idea into her head. I didn't realize it was an accident. I thought if I got away you would think I did it It would give us time to figure out the best thing to be done." The Commissioner glared at Kady-ama. "Why haven't you told of what you saw?" The Indian bared yellow teeth In a wolfish smile. "Why I tell? Much obliged to Mees Hale. She save me much trouble p'raps prison. I help her. Wen you say I shoot heem den plenty time to telL" "It didn't occur to you that com-ing across with the truth was the best thing to be done, I suppose, Chester?" "Sakes alive, Mr. Commissioner, it occurred to me." Martha Samp's agate eyes sparkled. "You you suspected the truth all this time?" The Commissioner's diction suggested a skipping motor-- en"iniid. I told you I heard her and her husband quarreling. I didn't hear what they said pped Tway as I told you, thinkin that might be coohn o while 'twouldn't do much to the tongue, temoers. That night when I went an' found her skirts to the H house all wet and draggled, I suspected; this tucked in her when I found btCereiTr'oU of bills from her pocket tossed it to the table Color face, da kened the Commissioner's ffls twitched with anger. you?ve let us sweat blood over this when all the; time ywi knew! tell, woman? Why didn't you Samp rose to Impressive "You came here like a W thought I'd see how a teal live official handled a case. 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"Don't ask me, lady," he re-plied; "I've been dead two days." 600 Men in the Moon There is not Just one man in the moon, but 600, and they are ac-companied by nine women, ac-cording to Who's Who in the Moon, a publication which was recently issued by the British Astronomical association after three years of re-search. All 600 have had craters, walled plains or mountains on the moon named for them, and in future these names will appear on every map of the satellite. They include great scientists, explorers, heroes or philanthropists who have aided observers of the planets in the last 300 years. Only eleven are still alive. Hitler's Scheme From indisputable diplomatic sources your reporter learns that the Nazis hope to win, with their fifth and sixth columns, what they could not win on the battlefields. If the Russian campaign fails, Hit-ler is to be deposed and the Ger-man General Staff will pose as the savior of the world from Bol-shevism. There is only one rub-Hi- tler is planning it all to save him-self from the allied armies and the armies of Germany. The only thing Hitler has to ofTef the civilized world is his death. The only people more double crossed than the conquered are the appeas-er- s. The only people more brutally treated than captured civilians are the German Industrialists, who gave Hitler his first money. Hitler believes he can bribe Amer-ican business men with their own bank deposits and the American people with the deeds to their own homes. The American answer will be with American scrap-iro- n not on Nazi scraps of paper. Hitler's offer will be seventh heaven for the sixth column. But American business will not be fooled by Hitler's profits in dollars. The United States Con-stitution has paid too many divi-dends in peace and dignity. MacAr-thu- r, Stilwell, O'Hare, Wheless and Bulkeley are building a firm foun-dation for peace with a wall for Hitler's back. Scrambled Eggs: The picture of wrecked Rotter-dam, in the Times mag. is some-thing the United Nations must re-member to bring to the treaty table. It's a convioter. An unarmed town, destroyed to show bow tough the Nazzys are. And a good argument for a deal that will keep them from ever getting tough again . . . Wash-ington correspondents have a phrase for colleagues who will square so-cial obligations by plugging their hosts angle in their sheets: "They can be bought for a canape." Lots of Congressmen would be Jumpier than they already are If they knew their letters were being shown around. These are the sore-bead- s who are being goody-good- y in public but as Bund-lovin- g as ever In private. It's the eld racket of trading their faces for a few votes . . . It's going to be very interesting to see what the dailies, that have been warning there won't be any elections, will do about sponsoring candidates. They have a choice of admitting they have been lying or skipping all mention of the balloting. Which isn't a very smart limb to get yourself out on, Bud. Archibald MacLeisb, in an inter-view, discussed his hecklers, who have grown since he took over the Office of Facts and Figures. "The criticism most often expressed against me," he said, "is the faot that I am a poet. Not that I am a bad poet Simply to call a man a poet is, apparently, to throw a bad egg at him" ... He might have been answering a small-time- r, who columned a crud about winning the war with poetry, "sock 'em with a sonnet" That's the crackerbarrel style of satire, the easiest kind to write. It appeals to the dopes by ridiculing education very small time. An editorial writer keeps repeat-ing that we should win the war as quickly as possible, because peace is better than war ... Do you have to have brains to figure that out? . . . How come nobody ever gives medals to critics for going to so many dull shows all season? This one was so dull both the Critics Circle and Pulitzer Committee agreed no show was worth a prize . . . This gives you an idea how temporary fame is. If DiMaggio doesn't get a hit one day they boo him . . . Whatever happened to those people who said they had proof Hitler was dead? . . . Here's one to make you dizzier: "Blithe Spirit," the play, is barred from Army camps. Too risgay, they said ... So what hap-pens? . . . "Blithe Spirit" gives a performance for you'd never guess . . . West Pointers! Italy has celebrated the sixth an-niversary of its empire which has ceased to exist. A lost people cling-in- g to a lost dream ... It takes great men to look big in defeat Willkie, who missed the Presiden-cy, and O'Dwyer, who ran second for mayor, are still good men for those offices ... Did you hear why that New Yorker writer was rejected for military service? The doctors found out he had a brain murmur. Sad to read about Graham death. He pioneered a lot of things on the networks. He was the first to get all het up about his subject. He had the kind of pipes that could convey excitement, as too many of his mockers haven't He also was one of the few laughing m. c.'s who got away with it The usual giggling feeder is an ear tor-turer. The straight man who laughed at the act's sallies never hit the big time. He was a sensa-tion at Loews Wichita but never played the Palace. Gems of Thought IF THERE be a man that la-bors not, or a woman who does not occupy herself with spinning, some one in the em-pire will suffer with hunger or cold. Chinese Proverb. No good Book, or good thing of any sort, shows its best face at first. Carlyle. In this broad world of ourt. Amid th measureless grossnest and th slan. Enclosed and safe within its central heart, Nestles the seed perfection. WALT WHITMAN. I believe in democracy be-cause it releases the energies of every human being. Wood-ro- w Wilson. |