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Show CARMEN. "RANCHO By FRANK Dany, Nationg (gAPTER 1x-Continued in ar site the utmost care an occahe Oyu. pit of rock would rattle down 'e. Fypyon wall; fortunately the dull Or gs Geng roar Of the small water- 8S Dap, Hayfied the noise. For the weary Wii Furs this final climb on hands T, IM) Fives, dragging their rifles with ice ot f care, topped Gn 4, pight. the hardships But just as the first ay Mt}, ireak of dawn lightened the #7, sky Sanchez. with the utng Meution, turned the top of the "hind led his men into a second retary, is in the precipice. OMpane |, each man crept around the Oct ¢2. he beheld with astonishment fre burning fifty yards "Il, vord to be even whispered. ing achieved his surprise; ‘what, of the attack? t hos #ancing to keep » to Sanchez. warm?"' asked mr dance,"" whispered Sanchez. ihe USieher raid tonight.'' ation itdhaybe!" exclaimed Bowie men; ‘Call on them to surrender, jpe loud over the empty gorge. fpiancers stopped, petrified. The ws sprang up and scurried from + Sanchez called for surrender. SHOPMestartled warriors looked about mn for a foe. They raised a ksharp yell of defiance. For of them it was the last. A (rifle fire toppled them over msteboard men. The few who , Wy escaped the fatal wor plunged, wounded, Mismayed and hail sooner stag- back to than the frnians could reload, a fresh Hof warriors ran out; one limpPuvage pointed in the direction fe gunfire. A shower of arrows from the cave mouth. As these k the rocks hiding the attackayell and a volley came from s the canyon. Three of the warswent down before the rifles of Texan scouts and Pedro. The gs had not recovered from het amazement at gunfire from a quarter when a second volley poured into them from the Califans hidden on the trail. lv add to the trouble of the cave nm, boulders were tumbling down fem from above. As warrior t warrior, yelling defiance, isi from the cave he was struck m The ledge was dead. Still soon covered Sanchez waited. waited till the patience of Bowie ithat of the shivering rancheros sexhausted. the patience of Indian surpasses the patience But of hite man. anchez,"" protested Bowie at ih, "it has been half an hour ¢a buck has come out-"' 0sco is waiting to ambush us,"' Sanchez quietly. ‘‘If he can get W attack he will fight.'' No matter. We can't lie behind serocks all day,'' continued Bow"When the sun gets high enough ycan pick us off with arrows. lisay there's a hole at the other M of the cave. They can crawl tugh there and get above us. ln they do, we're done. Sanchez, ve got to rush the cave."' fnores?'? Bowie called quickly iN ty We the' men lining about him. He tained the situation and what he posed. He asked for five or six linteers, [TE Bowie, moccasin shod, crept down me eMard the cave, followed closely si WSanchez and the picked Califor- 4% they drew closer to the cave tance they heard within the low ls of the squaws in death song- urning their warriors; its one ‘PWantage move "‘He took two mission Amelita was one."' girls along. for the men advancing that it helped absorb the slight ses of rock fragments underfoot. Wie was thus able, by hugging twall, to gain the side of the hing itself without discovery. paused only long enough to lal his followers, then, whirling the right, threw himself, knife thand, into the narrow cave open- Late that night a weary and straggling procession roused Santa Clara Mission with resounding shouts. Despite the hour they were given a joyous welcome. Padre Martinez, for himself and his associates, ordered the slender reserves of his fatlings brought from the cold room, and at midnight the fires were still blazing and the kettles bubbling company to with the To the surprise of the savages, who expected to be executed at once, they, too, were served with an abundance and went to their quarters, filled both with stew and with amazement. The early morning was gray with fog, but even the gray of a California morning is an inspiration to the young. When the mist floats lazily in from the sea, when the valley lies green in the soft light of dawn, when the cattle and the horses in thousands shake off the torpor of the night and turn peacefully to the lush grass of the hill slopes, when the curtained bay lies asleep in the distance, not even the sun is needed to inspire youth with strength and hope. But the Texan had an added inspiration that early morning when he rode up the field to the house, in the spectacle of Carmen in the The two wheeled together saddle. and loped down the valley on the major-domo's daily round of insprction. by the brisk animated Carmen, miles. ride, slowed down after a few to turning said, she "Senor," for you Bowie, "I wanted to thank father. dear my of your protection I am to me. so much It meant sorry he did not understand." pass,"' will "T hope his resentment said Bowie. He has the high"TJ know it will. rightly, since est opinion of you, and 5 life.'' his you saved But He looked at her to disclaim. depth the the vision of her face, full bent eyes her and splendor of perfect poise on his own, Just the faintest him. and with confused flush He crept to her looked only a word cheeks. down and or two. utter could "It was noth- Shall we ing, really nothing. bit faster?"' him; it Her spirit attracted And all so brimming with fire. deeper sinking time she was his: life. d ride, but He knew she coul even his idea of she surpassed go a was the into now her m was cut short by yell burst fro a ear-splitting galloparance of a horseman y his knife and tin. Using onl le Bow z, around the hill ahead che re San ens hat his hed closely by warrior, a tall miaig He was swinging t of them. Pple ow, firs not heavy, but with dle dfellthe Heavily his hand as he rode. in a few swift pearded, tall in the saddle and ridsles of steel. For Bowie encounter was ing free as he came on, tutes a deadly n of the mouth an American, and laced him as fed for possessio ch the verdict was he drew closer The floor on whi He tthe cave. disa Texan at ngthened. the to stre ¥ fought put the shouted managed greaser,"" he "Hello, but antage, until stranger in Yankee fashion. ian Ind the of Wige the knife "who are you and what do you down. Could bring him in- want?" asked Bowie in curt Engmied his way He cut and jim t he could knife bes lish. le, dedging as but he gained "ooking for some stray horses, tusts and ax blows, What are you doing here greaser. * entrance. get to ous furi oo t a pretty girl?-I'd like to #he struggle wasy sa%aw inevitable with myacquainted with that shy one ‘long. Once the rejors t ing war gmat, the survivr squaws into the self." was lyBowie felt sure the man feated behind thei of the Cav e and early es ing about stray horses, and, ess hest rec drunk. y evidentl was as it was, he sed for quarter. rnians A nearer inspection of his features ifo Cal his "owie soe One of the gape! t of did not better Bowie's opinion e id took stock. wounded, Sane ae 8 Was seriously Te2. ody bruises PPibok here, Yank," said the a mass of blo s kn : an, chopping his words sharply, suffered a viciou 88) across his pared chest an cuts. lt-a-dozen lesser rnians were ie Califo The enraged na cs Tex The ination. ‘4 Sanchez, W it. of none rn girls and po len sto the ah neop frightened Ind the i den by the n hid e they had bee AWS, WNU me less if you Service don't CHAPTER ‘‘pridle your the tongue before you get You're on Rancho into trouble. The quicker you get Guadalupe. it will suit me. And better the it off don't make any more remarks about my companion." I don't "Greaser, you." think I like X Bowie, dismounting and stooping to release his captive, heard the clatter of hoofs. He sprang up, expecting enemies. It was only Pedro and Sanchez, galloping in hard after the report of the two shots. "‘Sanchez."" said Bowie in Spanish, "ride fast back to the house and fetch me my gun. Pedro," he added, ‘‘loosen this fellow and set him up. Then pick up his pistol- it's over by that hill somewhere. And bring in his horse-it's probably grazing back of the hill.'"' A moment or more passed before the doughty captain sat up, staggered to his feet and shook himself to see whether he was all apart or all together. Hatless, hair awry, breathless and covered with dust and dry grass, he was a sight. Bowie, remounting, eyed him with little sympathy. ‘‘So your name's Blood?"' he snapped. *‘Ben Blood,'' answered the man. "You'll pay for this. I'm a scout from General Fremont's expedition.'' ‘"‘What are you scouting down this way?'' ‘‘Horses-three hundred head." **You've come to the wrong place for horses."' "Give me my horse and pistol, and I'll be going."' *‘You'll be going, Blood-with an escort. This vaquero will take you to the presidio for trial. You're under arrest.'' ‘"‘You'd better not arrest me! Give me my horse.'"' ‘""You're headed for the presidio, Blood. Climb into your saddle.'' Bowie then spoke in Spanish to his vaquero. ‘‘Ride this wretch well away from the rancho-far north; and lose him somewhere along the Melena de Leon. Let him think he's escaping. We don't want to bother with him. When he gets away. ne chase him and give him a passed over briefly by Bowie. Bowie. bullet missed its mark. Bowie's pony plunged. The Texan rode neither toward nor from Blood, but headed sidewise, loosing his reata from its coil as he rode. The belligerent captain was confused by the tactic. He whirled his own horse about to keep face to face with the flying Texan and get in his second shot to better purpose. But a racing horseman is a notoriously slippery mark for an ene- my in the saddle with his own horse In point of him. under jumping fact, Bowie already had his foe at Even the captain, sohis mercy. bering rapidly at this unexpected shift in the fight, sat alertly awaitSo vividly ing his chance to shoot. intent was he on getting a bead on he saw in that antagonist adroit his his field of vision only as a remote danger the long snakelike coils of the deadly reata now circling above him. his peril it he perceived When The great loop setwas too late. tled gracefully over him. Pistol in hand, he tried to dodge, flung a wild shot at Bowie, and the next instant, caught like a rat, he was jerked violently from his horse and, with headfirst dragged pinioned, arms and bumping violently at the heels It was rough treatof his captor. could have lived No man ment. But Bowie was thorlong under it. oughly angry and hardhearted. It was not consideration for the impudent bully that checked his pace, but as he dragged his captive down see he should whom slope the watching him but Carmen. Instinctively he checked his pony. He seemed to realize that this would be too unpleasant a scene for her approval. He was pulling the strugoutcropping toward man_ gling In five minutes more their rocks. jagged edges would have torn him to pieces. Bowie halted within speaking disHe was still untance of Carmen. der the influence of his anger and spoke sharply. to ride Senorita the asked "J home." "TI She spoke without resentment. disobeyed."' to yourself exposed have "You danger,'' he said bluntly. "Don't kill that poor man, if he Please." isn't dead already. "He tried to kill me, didn't he?"' asked Bowie tartly. go, senor-if "Yes, but let him he's still alive." "It's hard to kill such vermin."' "Please let him go." ‘"‘He'll make more trouble another time,"" grumbled Bowie. ‘Please let him go." His eyes Bowie rode back to him. he was and wildly staring were demanded enough?" ‘‘Had panting. Bowie sullenly. The captive could not raise breath feeenough to speak but he nodded bly. ‘But, Don Ramon," he added, ‘‘do not deceive yourself. Half-drunken rascals like this one we encountered this morning will be back. We must always be prepared for them. Their leaders are unscrupulous-the rank and file are worse."' ea pe Bowie tried all next day to catch Dona Maria alone in order to lay a momentous request before her. But an itinerant painter had appeared at the rancho and for that day and next few, the family was busy having their portraits painted. Even Bowie was included in the paintings. One day the artist took his leave and Bowie appealed to Dona Maria, asking that he might have a word with her. The lovely mistress of the rancho was, as always, gracious. ‘You certainly may, Senor Bowie," said in her gentle Spanish, "‘and as many words as you like. Come with me.'' She led him to her sitting room. ‘Speak freely,'"' she said. "TIT am a stranger to you, Dona Maria,"' he.began. "Not wholly," smiled Dona Maria, "but let that pass." "Thank you; yet I am-and to your people. My stay under the roof of Don Ramon has been a very happy one." "Surely,'' exclaimed Dona Maria, alarmed, ‘‘you are not leaving us?'' "That is the last thing I'd like to I have come think of, Dona Maria. and Califorto love Californianos nia, I can honestly say, as if it and they were my own. My own people "I am a Tejano. France. and Maryland from are When Don Ramon asked me to take as hesitated, I charge of Guadalupe The presence of your you know. made Senorita Carmen, daughter, me fear, from the first time I ever feelings might saw her, that my carry me beyond my depth. "They have done so, Dona Maria, And I am I am obliged to confess. painfully conscious that I have nothShe is an heiress ing to offer her. Yet-here I of large possessions. I am am, asking you for her hand. What will you do not worthy of it. with me?" Dona Maria listened with varied feelings, nor did she seem shocked exat the confidence, though her to pression was grave, as seemed her to befit the situation. Sener honor, you "Your words do evenly. responded she Bowie,"" un "There are, indeed, as you say, consid be to usual circumstances Yet after discussing it with ered. te Don Ramon, I shall not hesitate Carmen before avowal lay your any From him I do not anticipate As to her feel serious objection. might ings, I am not, much as you Carmen so think, in her confidence. and her years beyond is mature She has much reserved by nature. been delicate-"' healtb perfect in seems "She now," suggested Bowie. MaDona "So she is," declared ria, ‘"‘in perfect health-have no mis givings on that score." (TO BE CONTINUED) By (Releas:d VIRGINIA by Western VALE Newspaper Union.) frOoR our first fall needlework, what could be more appropriate than making some new pan holders? Gay flower faces, hen and rooster, Toby jugs and a parrot handle holder, etc. Why, even the smallest scrap bag would sup- OSALIND RUSSELL, who considers Columbia her lucky lot, has been signed to play the feminine starring role in that studio's new comedy, "This Thing Called Love,"' a tale of a six months' trial marriage which goes on the rocks before it is well launched. Miss Russell will be seen as a brisk and com- petent insurance use O-Cedar on your dustcloth. Dust and NEVER raise a dust executive Here's the smart, easy, modern way to dust. (and let's hope she won't over-act, as she sometimes does) and Melvyn Douglas, be a playing mining A few Rosalind opposite her, will| Transfer engineer. years a on arrow th he for the title role in i Stobie ..| ear. ‘‘Craig's Wife, an unsympathetic part, , as you'll probably recall, but in it she proved Z8976 i adNese.ap Ae. ae pieced. ieeeazaars aeand | gifts will take inexpensive toll of an ' ou ee ipa : -- Add one.tablespoonful of genuine O-Cedat Polish to one pint of warm water; dip your dustcloth in that; dry it and mse it, Now when you dust you pick UP the grit and lint and sandy dust. You don't raise clouds; you don't scatterthe dust from table to chairs back to tables again... your cloth picks UP the dust, and your furniture is spotless. Ask for: er Transfer Z8976, 15 cents, gives for ten holders. Send orders to: ‘(edar motifs POLISH AUNT Box MARTHA Kansas 166-W Enclose desired. Name 15 cents Pattern eevee for MOPS, City, each Mo. eeeeeeeeeeeeeseees a knot of roots, whose flower and fruitage is the world.-Emerson. NATIONAL ROSALIND AND Man a Knot of Roots A man is a bundle of relations, No...... eovcce ° SOPs WAX, DUSTERS, CLEANERS FLY AND MOTH SPRAY pattern Address good scare'"' When Carmen and Bowie reached the rancho Don Ramon and Dona Maria were on the porch with a group of house servants huddled close at hand, and Dr. Doane. After the story of the morning was told, the surgeon engaged Bowie and with some effort extracted from him a story of the fight at the cave. The event of the morning was ‘"‘Had enough?"' demanded UTAH Pleasing Motifs for Pot and Pan Holders on pronto."' The Californians, after mutual congratulations, scattered for their ranchos. It was almost daybreak when Don Ramon, with Dona Maria, Carmen, Bowie and his men reached Guadalupe. Lights were still burning everywhere in the ranch house. Some moments passed _ before Bowie came into the living room. After taking measures with the scouts and vaqueros for the guarding of the corral, Don Ramon and his wife were just retiring to their rooms. **"You must ask Senor Bowie more about the fight itself,'" Don Ramon was saying to his wife. He had evidently been recounting the story of the day. ‘‘Because,'"' he added with a cold glance at the Texan, "‘he kept me out of it-for which I do not thank him.'"' daring. The race OWie had like the insolent horseman, who stormed on. ‘I want you to understand I'm Captain Blood, and I don't take no back talk from any greaser. If you open your mouth once more I'll blow your head off.' Bowie felt suddenly angry with himself. Perhaps for the first time since riding inspection of the rancho he had come out unarmed. In his exhilaration at seeing Carmen in the saddle he had forgotten his revolver. His anger turned on the intruder. ‘So you're Captain Blood!' he called out rather contemptuously. The doughty captain's only retort was to make good his words. He leveled his big pistol at Bowie. The Texan spurred violently and ducked in his saddle as Blood fired. The best provender the mission afforded. high shrill yell of the vaquero rado "You'll The invader very slowly drew a double-barreled horse pistol from his belt. The movement cost Bowie his first tremor. He wheeled his horse back toward Carmen. ‘‘Senorita," he said in Spanish, "ride home. This fellow is drunk and might shoot wild. You're in danger "Yosco is not here,'"? said the here."' swarthy, wrinkled woman. ‘He "‘What will you do?' asked Carstarted yesterday for the high mounmen coolly. tains."' "I think I can handle the situation. "Where is Amelita?" demanded Go, do,'' urged Bowie. Sanchez, beside himself. He turned to face the threat from fill a half-starved he7."" pair , . cats © Frank H. Spearman away nly pdm figures dancing and chantwal gond it. Sanchez did not alhenvane H. SPEARMAN But he searched in vain for Amelita. Beside himself, he searched every rift in the cave for Yosco. His frantic efforts were bootless. His bloody knife in hand, he faced the beaten subchief of the savages threatening instant death for all unless Yosco were produced. "Only his squaws can tell you where Yosco is,'"" muttered the stolid Indian. MOAB, OPEN GOLF CHAMPION oat * "| TURNED TO CAMELS FOR [) EXTRA MILDNESS- AND FOUND SEVERAL OTHER SWELL EXTRAS, TOO INCLUDING EXTRA SMOKING. SLOWER BURNING SURE IS THE TICKET FOR STEADY SMOKING gs RUSSELL so conclusively that she could act that the picture gave her a place at the top. She scored another Columbia triumph as ‘‘Hildy Johnson'' in "His Girl Friday.'' sh Two daughters of famous football coaches are up for roles in ‘Tillie the Toiler'; they are Marcia Shaughnessy and Annie Lee Stagg, and were suggested by no less a personage than Maude Adams, the famous actress, who coached them at Stevens college. -|-_-_ The 52.6 second kiss record set by Ann Sheridan and George Brent in ‘‘Honeymoon for Three'"' brought reactions of all kinds from here, there and elsewhere. A Los Angeles laundry asked for the handkerchief used by Brent to wipe off Miss Sheridan's lipstick, offering to launder it for nothing. An inventor in Indianapolis asked Brent to be the first to try his new lipstick remover. A clock manufacturer inquired what kind of watch was used to time the kiss. A New York promoter telegraphed a $500 offer to the pair if they would officially open a ‘kissathon'"' by repeating the performance. And then a woman's club in Topeka, Kan., passed a resolution recommending that endurance kissing be banned on the ground that it is unhygienic. And countless males between the ages of 17 and 60 wrote in, volunteering to take over Brent's next assignment of that kind for nothing. -| EXTRA MILDNESs EXTRA COOLNEss EXT RA FLAVOR AMELS THE CIGARETTE OF COSTLIER TOBACCOS -_ When working young Betty Brewer was with him in ‘Rangers of Fortune" Fred MacMurray taught her to croon. Since then she has been rehearsing her sister and brother and a little neighbor girl in a quartet which she calls ‘"‘Betty Brewer and Her Playmates," and it's so good that an advertising agency may put them on the air this fall. neiiontinn Led by the Nose The devil leads him by the nose Who the dice too often throws. reason. he'd thought DeMille B. 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