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Small wagons in the sheep may rest their in provided by the herders. approximately three feet FARM LANDS 'at lands ta.se to tu.se. tMprartd land ill under tha Vala- Cavarnmenl Project. Deep soil. v at water. Long growing aaa-ffrtta aaa-ffrtta lor literature. Vala-Owyaaa Mttaaaat Aat'a, Nma. Oraiaai k Ortiu; aaS Vale. Ore. mi! WOMAN'S FREE NT) mur'a Ryclenlc Powder. S a mole br i lOe (coin). MURRAY MED. CO., itinaa Am., BOLLIWOOB, CALIF. Pn Own Resources PERSONALS be thrown upon one's own bees is to he cast In th vprv fa fortune; for our faculties fondergo a development and y an energy of which they I previously unsusceptible. lmin Franklin. liilxaafMaAw j ;WBwiiiMV,w' 1 II Encompassed Troth JU ls within a little and p compass, but error is im-)t im-)t Bolingbroke. KlU. ALL FLIES r-W 23-40 Ne Immonity vehement n va as a JJ orld with immunity.- Today vopohrtty I W PiUi. after Buinr ytmri e( world. k Wide MM mnb mnat I ' accepted a arldaaca And farorabla- anblio opinion auaaorta Out . ( tie aU atgwdaaa. o teat tka value of Pan a under oaetlnt Uhrtntm 'Jl? AaaaV'fUU kidni. i u""" r disorder rt 'ai . . " 1 w me HI aenot ti,. "f rrmoTe ate Whk .' b,,wJ 'hewt in-nd.n. in-nd.n. I?' "'M be better kidn... V'' !.o1e bod, iufTfn ""Mi dmretie mcuica- ""ttimr. J , ."'TBent nrlna- film. . taclca of dii- bM ,. .. . Kin. .i . " i' b'ltrr to rrlr en k i, ' wurld wnle ac- iBijai liiiilS ::::;:: Uitrte 0 :.:.:.v.v::v:.v.;.:.:. D APPLETON.CFNTIIBY cr CHAPTER XIH-Continucd m ro mi wm Walt brought his eyes back, meet-tog meet-tog the unreadable darkness of hers. "Not unlesi you tell me why you want it," he stated flatly. "That bullet is the only thing 1 know about tor certain; my key maybe to unlock un-lock a few blind doors." "Walt Candy," Helen asked, lean-Ing lean-Ing toward him across the table top, "did anyone ever tell you that some doors should never be opened? 1 want that bullet tor the best of rea sons. No, I can't explain. I can't. Walt. But perhaps if you knew one thing . . ." A look of despair came upon lips momentarily closed; she spread her bands hopelessly, and then said, "It's always true that one lie has to be covered with another, and another. an-other. Bill Hollister lied at the Chino Drake inquest." Inside Walt Gandy everything teemed to stop. He sat like stone. Steadily Helen went on: "He lied about being on the south rims that day the cook was killed. I know, because I was on the south rims then myself. Bill wasn't there. Now will you give me the bullet?" He shook his head. "I haven't got it." "But you can get it for me!" she said quickly. "Can't you?" "Tomorrow, maybe, in town. I suppose we'll be called in for a hearing over PowelL" "And then, Walt, you'll go." The girl's voice was all at once surprisingly surpris-ingly tender. Gandy looked at her. "You'll tell me nothing, Helen?" "Only this, there's going to be no war on the Emigrant range, no more killing. I'm working our troubles out here." "You are!" Then Walt Candy's smile came slowly, the fine lines crowfooting his bronzed skin. "All the more reason for me to stick. Do you think for a minute I'd quit? Curiosity if nothing else would keep me hanging around. But I'm in this as much as anybody. I'm in the groove, and I'll see where it leads, regardless!" "You mean that?" "Why not?" Helen Cameron half rose from the tench, hands on the table edge, and once more the color was gone from her face. She dropped back. "You don't know what you're doing! You can't! What if you are in it? Go ahead and throw your life away and even that wouldn't stop all this horror! But I can stop it and I'm going to!" She'd try, no doubt of that, in whatever way seemed open. Yet to Walt Gandy a forced not in this breathless outburst had too much the sound of lashing herself into doing do-ing something almost beyond her nerve. His glance shifted out the window win-dow into rapidly graying afternoon. He avoided her desperate eyes, but could still hear the overwrought quickness of her breathing. Abruptly Abrupt-ly it ceased; and then in a darting look he caught the focus of her gaze fixed beyond him. Slowly, Gandy turned, and was aware that he had been sitting with his back to the closed hallway door. In the instant of that discovery he knew the meaning of the girl's look. They were not alone in this house! He sprang up. But Helen was ahead of him in reaching the door. Backed against it, both hands be hind her gripping the knob, she confronted con-fronted him cold as steel: "Don't you dare!" Gandy reached in under his coat, came out with the thirty-eight, and at sight of it her face blanched. She choked. "Walt!" came from lips that were suddenly trembling. Sharply he said, "I don't wani w hurt you. But I'm going in. wim his left arm around her he took the two small fists In his one. She struggled. "I'm sorry." said Gandy. "Things like this have gone far enough. I'm going to see who is in there who has been listening to my talk!" He had the girl at one side of tne casement now, released her abruptly, abrupt-ly, grabbed the knob and flung the door inward. In the same move he thumbed back the gun hammer. The door banged hollowly. Homing Hom-ing sounded after that. For a sec ond Gandy waited, tnen sieppea from the kitchen into a dim part of the house where he had not been before. CHAPTER XIV CASH CAMERON hnd built early on the Emigrant Bench, and he had put up a house wun me mim log walls and deep windows oi a fort. "The kitchen wins with storage shed and foreman's quarters had been added later. That was modern- of mill-sawed boards, battened on the' outside, painted .whit with in. But as Walt Gandy passed from the kitchen, 'through a short. hallway into the great front Iivtnjf-room, u was like stepping back hall -a nun-drcd nun-drcd years. For this main part had kept the look of Cameron's pioneering. pioneer-ing. . ..By the, glint., of rifle barrels he made out a pun rnrk nra'r'the fireplace. fire-place. H:irk outlines of chairs Fhowfd against the plastered wall. A Navajo ru wuven in an old four-corners four-corners -oMhc-earth pattern made a long Cray patch upon the Moor. Other Oth-er pieces of furniture were no more than vntfuc forms, grouped mostly round the chimney end. From the moment of entering here Candy's eyes had been pulled repeatedly re-peatedly to the fireplace maw. Now he stood squinting at the black square; until suddenly his nose brought definite knowledge before sight registered what he was squinting squint-ing at. The red eye of a cigarette stub glowed in the fireplace ash. Lavic? Had he circled from the bunk shacks and come in by the front entrance? But Gandy bad watched from the window, and no one had crossed the open front clearing. Besides that. Lavic wouldn't matter; he was deaf. His soundless movement carried him on to a door which must lead into the family wing of the house. By this time he knew the front room was empty. He paused. "Walt! Listen to mel" Appealing hands gripped his right arm. Whispering. Whis-pering. Helen begged: "Don't! You can't help. I'm working this out, everything! You must not go any farther." But Gandy shook his bead. He freed his arm from her tightening fingers. The door gave more easily than he expected, as if it had been closed not quite far enough for the latch to click into place. It opened wide at his touch, and before him was a small plain cubicle with a desk, a "That bullet Is the only thing 1 know about for certain." chair, and a cot; Cash Cameron's office, disordered, empty. Immediately on his right was a door leading to the inner court formed by the house wings. Gandy sprang across to it, found it unlocked. un-locked. Whoever had been here was gone now. But there was still another passage pas-sage ahead, fie moved rapidly along this, seeing a bedroom on the left of it, and then the last room of the family wing at the end. Helen Cameron was no longer be-1 hind him. In her father's office she had turned back. Walt stopped, for the door was open, and he stood motionless, brought up short on the threshold of the girl's own four walls. It was a large, airy place, with windows on three sides, curtained, cur-tained, a fleece rug on the floor, intimate in-timate with her things that revealed unguardedly the girl who lived here Horsethief Fisher's voice blared suddenly outside. Gandy Jumped back along the passage. By the time he had reached the kitchen the old bronc rider and Paul Champion had tramped in. Helen was putting plates on the dining-room table. "Man an' child!" Horsethief burst out "Give us grub!" Horsethief hung his battered hat on its own particular wall peg and reached under the sink for the wash pan. "Say, Miss Helen," he called. "Someone leave here just now? Paul he was ahead of me coming along the north pasture and thought a rider rid-er took off southwest" From his position, entering the kitchen from the living-room. Walt Gandy could not see the girl. Whether Wheth-er she signaled Fisher or not, he couldn't tell. Without pause nor change in his conversational tone, Horsethief finished. fin-ished. "But the kid he gets ideas sometimes. I guess he didn't see no one." In another step Gandy could look at Helen Cameron. She was motionless mo-tionless beside the long ranch table, a dish in her hands. Walt.M she said quickly, "I haven't told them. You'd better." He nodded and went to the wash bench where Fisher and young Champion were bent over, dissolving dissolv-ing gray dust from their faces. "We found' Rah ffer Powell ' Thit J "afternoon," "after-noon," ha said "Reen dead .some time.." Two dripping faces turned. Horsethief Horse-thief Fisher looked up, made no reply, re-ply, bent again and went on washing wash-ing the back of his neck. Paul Champion stood up full height and openod, . his ;.rooutb.. "Jeez." he said, drawing it out. "Where's the boss?" "Cameron won't be around for awhile," Candy told him. "Hollister will be back some time tonight. Horsethief, after we eat I'm coming down to your bunk house. Wait there, will you?" By H. C WIRE Fisher and Paul Champion were in the middle of the bunk room, near an Iron barrel stove that had no fire. A single oil lamp gave dim yellow light So savagely was he gripped in the urge to smash through any more barriers and evasions, that Candy's stride carried him on close to Horsethief Horse-thief Fisher, and before the bronc rider had gathered what was happening, hap-pening, an elbow was hooked around his neck, and a hard fist was pushing push-ing against his nose. "If you don't open up and talk to me." said Gandy. "I'm going to crack your skull and see what's in it!" Then he grinned, dropping his arms. "Horsethief, for Lord's sake let's go at this thing fifty fifty! "I think you're, the only man on the CC that has nothing to hide., I've listened to a lot of talk that tells nothing; now I want to hear some without a Joker In it What do you say?" v ' ' ' Horsethief Fisher stared, blinking sun-squinted eyes. Then the round face wrinkled with good humor. It lasted but a moment Sobering, Sober-ing, he said, "You're right, Gandy. Plenty of side-mouth talkin'. Nothin' straight out" He wiped an open hand downward over his face as if to Iron off the wrinkles; a slow movement, considering consid-ering Walt Gandy during the process. proc-ess. Tve been aflgurhV on you." he admitted. "Maybe you're the man I been lookln' for. Hollister, well, something's happened to Bill lately. Cash he's kept away from gun-flghtin' too long. And Miss Helen; Hel-en; shucks, I don't know, she's all balled up somehow." Gandy propped himself against a post supporting double bunks and took papers and tobacco from the side pocket of his coat "PauL" he asked, turning to the boy whose ears were visibly sticking stick-ing out, ."rustle some wood and build us a fire, will you?" "Surel" As young Champion went out he took his belt and big forty-five from a nail next the door. "Now then. Horsethief," said Gandy, Gan-dy, "tell me who rode off when you came back to the place tonight I know it'a true, because somebody was at the house before I got there. Who was it?" "Man," Fisher declared, "I don't know but I sure wish I did!" His squinted blue eyes shone with honest eagerness. "I do," he explained, ex-plained, "because I been figurin' myself that it was time to quit this game of guesswork and see Just who had stacked the cards! I owe Cash Cameron a debt $at I'd like to pay back by fightin' tor the C C. But where do a fellow begin? When the cook was found dead I had my hunch. But now with Ranger Powell Pow-ell . . ."He raised hard hands and let them falL "Make a guess," Gandy urged. "About tonight, I mean. Who could have been there in the house while the rest of us were away, and who might have been taking off across the bench when you came in?" Horsethief shook his bald head "I didn't see. It was Paul who caught sight of someone on a smoky blue, thought he did anyway. But the only man that rides a smoky blue if these parts, couldn't have been on the C C. Leastwise he'd be a fool if he did come sneakin' around now." "Who'd that be. Fisher?" Gandy asked. "Jeff Stoddard." In the act of rolling a cigarette, Walt Candy's fingers stopped movement, move-ment, and bis brown eyes lifted for a long studying look at the man before be-fore him. "Stoddard Owner of the 77?" Horsethief Fisher nodded. "Only one I know of ridin' such an animal. But Stoddard ain't set foot on the place since Bent Lavic began takin' pot-shots at him two year ago. Leastwise, I always figured it was Lavic. And now with Cameron and Stoddard on the peck over winter range In the sink, it don't seem noway no-way sensible that Jeff should show up here." He looked along the bunk at Fisher, Fish-er, who had backed against the edge and sat down. "What Was Bent Lavic shooting at Stoddard for?" "Judas, I don't know! Except that the old fellow is nuts. Hasn't Hollister Hol-lister told you about him?" "Some. Lavic aimed to be king cowman here, and isn't and seems to hold it against Cameron. That it?" "Hates Cameron," said Fisher flatly. "Hates Hollister, .top., I've seen it the last couple of months. Man, I wouldn't trust that old roos-" ter the other side of a fence, lest I could watch him ( "But then, there Helen. Bet he burns candles to .that girl like a fellow fel-low does Jn church to one of his samtsf He"sure worships tne i kid. So when Jeff Stoddard took it into his noodle to come courlin' a couple of year ago, I figure it was Lavic who used to singe his enrs with a rifle bullet quite too frequent when nighttime night-time came and Stoddard started home." n Silent for a. momeisJ,., Walt Candy rolled the paper ball in tightening fingers. Then lie Kiokcd down and met Fisher's gaze. "Helen in love with Stoddard, was she?" "Naw, school-kid .stuff, " the man declared. "She was nineteen. Stoddard Stod-dard must have been thirty-five. ':v:xxJ:x-:::-: WNU SERVICE Cash, he didn't like It so much, and the thing was ended." Walt Gandy said nothing. He stood motionless, leaning with a shoulder braced against the bunk support, but with a body gone all at once cold from more than the chilled air of the room. For It was plain to him now who had been In the house with Helen this afternoon. CHAPTER XV THE immediate, and too obvious, conclusion brought by this knowledge knowl-edge held him in its tight-muscled silence for perhaps five minutes. Vaguely he knew that Horsethief Fisher had gone to the door and looked out, and that Paul Champion had not returned with the wood. The room grew chillier. Fisher came back and stood near the cold barrel bar-rel stove. Walt Gandy continued to study the brown cigarette paper crushed, to his fingers, .... Helen . . . and Stoddard. A man thirty-five. Owner of the largest outfit out-fit next to the CC, and Cameron's, enemy. Only yesterday Pete Kelso of the 77 in offering a short but well-paid Job, had said: "There's going to be one smashing scramble tor public range that the CC controls. con-trols. The man I boss for is getting the Jump." The man waa Stoddard And Stoddard had been here today, secretly, with a girl who had fought to keep him from being discovered. "School -kid stuff." Horsethief Fisher had declared. ". . . the thing was ended" Was K? Through those five minutes Walt Gandy stood in a mood both bitter and hard, piling one grim thought upon another In what seemed for a little while an absolute case against the girL But in the end he knew he was overlooking one fact Helen Cameron was no cheat Gandy twisted his cigarette and bent over the lamp chimney for a light Horsethief Fisher had once more crossed to the door, opened It and was looking into the dark. His bow legs had carried him on a step outside, when from somewhere on the slope above the bunk house a gun's sudden crash Jarred the deep silence. At the first Impact Gandy puffed out the lamp. He straightened up in darkness, one hand slipping out the thirty-eight He heard Fisher leap into the room The door remained open, and outside, after the rolling echo of that first explosion had faded "There's going to be one smashing smash-ing scramble for public range that the C C controls." from the timbered slope, all sounds of every sort were hushed. "Gandy!" "Over here." Fisher hunched out of the dark. "Come on! You heard where that was from?" "Not exactly." "The garden patch!" said Fisher's husky voice. "Where the cook got his!" But Gandy thought otherwise: that the shot had come from higher up, in timber where Powell's body lay. Moving outside and sliding on rapidly rapid-ly across open ground beyond the bunk house, he saw that Fisher, close on his left, had strapped a belt holster over blue Jeans. A dull glint of gunmetal showed in the bronc rider's rid-er's hand. Fisher's left hand came out suddenly. They stopped. "I dunno," he whispered, answering answer-ing a questioning turn of Candy's head, 'Thought I saw something." . WaH was a little in advance. Oyer his shoulder he said, "Guess not' I've been watching. Let's go on." Again Horsethief Fisher's hand groped out of the dark and touched him. Gandy shook his head. They stood facing up the slope. Minutes passed. He could feel Horsethief begin 1 to -ehift" Testlcssy; To- the right of therrv the; barbed wire, creaked in a fence post staple. The sound was -as abruptly startling star-tling as a shot. Someone was crawling crawl-ing through the fence. Gandy turned his head, whisper-ftiff: whisper-ftiff: "Fisher. You wait. Less nise. on at .a, time. - I'll. ijo. . As he crept on beside the barbed wires his eyes began to piek objects out of what had seemed solid blackness. black-ness. When a qi y blot moved across his vision, so'indliss as his own forward nd icl', it t sliapa at once in human form. (TO UK COSTIM t.l Ruth Wyeth Spears cJ5"" (Sri CUT DOWN A TOP. MIAVY CHAM PAMTID DARK MIN WITH HUN AND WHITE CUSHKyt X 4 ' '' i n m thi U ; Mfl SIAT Of AM I II CXD CHAM STEMS 1 II Ml OH, SHORTEN 1 1 THE UM , TJfERE comes the Bride again I A A Many of you have met her in Sewing Book 0. She is the same resourceful young lady whose ad ventures with an old dresser, a fish bowl and a piano stool are described in that book; and who remodeled one of the old rockers in Book 8. Today'a sketch shows another of her slight o' hand tricks with a chair. There it was in a junk shop window. win-dow. "Did you ever see anything so impossible?" I said, "It looks like a pompous old dowager with a pompadour." And the little bride said, "Yes, but I think its personality could be changed; I can see it as a jolly little old lady sitting in the corner with gingham ging-ham apron." Sure enough, the next time I went to see the Bride, there was the chair sitting in corner painted a. cheerful green and with white gingham cushions. The legs had been shortened, as shown here, and the pompous top-heavy top-heavy back had been cut down. That was all, but the change waa complete. If you, are interested in adventures in homemaking be sure to send for Book 8. It has 32 pages of money saving ideas that you can put to use at once. Send order to: MRS. BCTH WTETH SPEAKS Drawar IS Brtfor ami - Mew Xwrk Encloaa to centa for Book B. Nama , Address AROUND th. HOUSE Kronen BOiwaN Items off Interest to the Housewife To make cot glass sparkle, dip a small brush in lemon juice and scrub the glass with it. Excellent pads for the stair-carpet stair-carpet can be made by covering a fairly thick pad of newspaper with hessian, felt or cloth, a a If bread has gone stale, hold the loaf over steam from the kettle for a few moments, then place in a hot oven for 10 minutes. Dry on a wire tray. Cooling Oven. Sometimes an oven that always overheats can be cooled by putting open pans of water in it during baking. Water absorbs considerable heat and may reduce the oven temperature as much as 50 degrees. a Keeping Cool. If your home is heated by warm air ducts, get the furnace man to install a proper prop-er fan in the basement which will drive the cool cellar air up into the house through the ducts. Lime marks ea bath tab, caused by hard water, can be removed by rubbing with peroxide of hydrogen, hy-drogen, j -1 Save left-over toast for use as bread crumbs. Run. it once through the food chopper or roll it out with the rolling pin. Store in covered glass jar. i Conscience Tells Jastlce A man's vanity tells him what is honor; man's conscience what is Justice. Landor. mni mm!) T0. It) Oranges can help you to feel your best ; When you want refreshment, eat an orange! Or help yourself from the big family pitcher of fresh orangeade! Hits the spot"! you'll ssy. But that's not alL Oranges add needed vitamins and minerals to your diet And fully half of our families, says the Department of Agriculture, Jtnotgrt tnougb tf tbtst btdtb tsstntiols tt ful Unit btstt The best way to be sure of getting all the vitamin C you normally need is to drink an 8-ounce glass of fresh orange juice with breakfast every morning. Yon also receive re-ceive vitamins A, Bt and G and the minerals calcium, pbes-pbom pbes-pbom and inn. There's nothing else so delicious that's so good for you. 5o order s supplyot aunlust Oranges right sway. They're the ' pick of CaWonuYs i best-ever crop of wonderfully juicy summer oranges, opr., im, California fruit Cmm |