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Show THE LEIII SUN, LEHI, UTAI1 sofS rate ftodtesf f immi 1 1 mmmmmm 1 . . . - - 1 - 1 "' ,''..'" , .. I I I;,. A U II i T I ; By WILLIAM MACLEOD RAINE Copyright by WUIInn MacLeod Rata movea nnr ne How are yoo. the fofflr Sherof beeves on ntn- Some the hills, the, ' , easily, casually. .Ut Bis manner P'nt. but not for M .n Rverr sense bcwr,r-r;m one .... Ufltbepaa.iou- nnicklT to the door, lw. But the approach- r;a, that of a young was Ann Gifford. abrooght with her a cake.j accident she had been jbitrf coming every day to .jjimple needs. Even her ootness had not been proof "tie little man's good will, knew him could con-Jim con-Jim lerby. ' , Ha Julia Stark, Miss Gil-jili Gil-jili host said, and after .-lag the formula aaaea. A she's Jest back from -jela, where she's learned flUnf they Is to know flsehoolbooks, l reenon. Unshed at this testimonial forward to shake wanted to meet the I pi! ever since her return, a still holding the cake and ; not put it down. Coldly she M the other day, Miss 1 tut you weren't at home," a!i "May I come again i often out with the sheep," id ' i rebuff, but Julia refused sft It "Ton can't be out all a HI try my luck again," 1 Wed to cover Ann's dls- I? !j i flax of words. "Miss l&iujest startin' to read J Iron this here David Dick- 1st" h Copperfleld," Julia cor- t aongh. Dickens, he's the tat owns the brand. Well, ayltf that this Steerforth one that done 111 Emily !)j tome one had orta hung t out to dry, seems like. W iritn dry-gulc'hlng, you am out there's times" werttoDDed shrnnti Mm ft hit garrulity dried n'p. A am oifford's frozen face lt He recalled the rumor pd come to blm as to the rea. n Son had gone to Los An-bJ An-bJ emharrassmonf flama i .u b uu UJCU UJ . BEGINNING THE STORY Drawn by tha desert signal of diatresa, Wilson McCann. young Arizona ranchman, flnda an old friend, Jim Yerby, with a broken leg. Julia Stark, daughter of Matthew Stark, Inveterate enemy of the McCanns, la rendering flrit aid. Taking a message from Julia to her father, Wllaon la fired on but la unhurt Pursuing his assail, ant to the Stark ranch, McCann finds he la Jasper, Julia'a brother. Stark, Sr., expresses disbelief of Wilson'a account of the shooting. On the way from Terby'a place to her home, with McCann, Julia learna his Identity and dismisses him In .anger, the old feud rank, ling. Wilson calls on Ann Gifford, sheep rancher, and on that account unpopular with the cattlemen, to tell her of Verby's accident. "Night riders" burn a cabin and shoot a McCann ranch hand. Peter McCann, Mc-Cann, Wilson's father, offers a reward for the disclosure of their Identity. Jasper Stark tears the placard down and Wilson McCann horsewhips blm, Stark making practically no resistance. Matthew disowns his son for his cowardice, and posts notice he will kill Wilson McCann on sight. fm rescued him by comment- number of characters in I 1 never did see so many u trallln' around. ST i PcS?otty an' Miss ip f r the Murdstones an L ':Xie'?,have double with F -?SBnitaP """""J his 'e,taswrltln"theold- ?J X "Bnt thIs Dlck- t ;Ctahow n to throw ,n j i v10 out any of 'em ,- - guuu an fiffif it a . hl, . u n01 "ay. Her Lto do with an, of them f 5 f oke Crst- Td Uke LntIf I knew what" Pt VXT8 rrehead In "tejh'th.. " """f "e pests. But seems 4 .ard" t blame 'fS?hPJnnb wasn't " I feel," McCann P to sa, ftl""1' WIn8. but ;jC,?inotlnteDate 'C,la a word to left .hi 'hroptly. M. "cuun that to -5H ' wuntrir .hi aS2 hM toteattonar he asked grimly. "What kind of a man would I be If I ran away after that? Am I the one lookln' for trouble? Did I print bills sayln' rd kill him on sight?" His face was hard as hammered Iron. "You know why be did that because be-cause you Jumped on Jasper when he wasn't looking and beat him when he couldn't defend himself." He laughed scornfully. "That's the story he's telling, la It?" "And now Father's crazy mad. If you don't go away" Tro not going," he cut In harshly. 'Then some one will be killed," she cried despairingly. "Tea." His brown, competent fingers were on the barrel of the rifle he had been carrying In one band. There flowed through her a sense of his virile power. This man was dangerous. " His force expressed Itself It-self In the cool quiet eyes, In the clean lines of the face and figure, In a certain wary stillness that meant reserve strength. "If you'd only go while there's still time " Her distress touched his not very accessible heart, the more because be knew her capable of fierce and primitive passion. Independence and courage were of the essence of her. But her pride could not stand out against the shadow of tragedy hovering In the background. : "I can't go. What would folks say? "Does It matter wrat they'd say If you were doing right ? she asked. "It would matter to me. Besides, Td not be doing right to go. This is where I live the only country I know. I can't let anyone run me out Tve got to go through." "Why have youF- she pleaded. "It's all wrong,, this feud. If you'd Just go away for a while, maybe things would quiet down. Then you could come back." He shook his head. "No, I can't go. I don't want to have any trou ble with your father, but If he's bent on It, why It'll have to come, . With a little gesture of hopelessness hopeless-ness she gave up. It was of no use. Before making the attempt to move him she had known It wonld be. For, according to the frontier code he was right None but a weakling could run away after an enemy had served notice that he was looking for him. Aa ehe turned away his voice stopped her. "I'll promise one thing. ItH be a fair fight far as Tm concerned-no concerned-no layin' In the bushes an' waltln' for him." Her dark troubled eyes rested In his. Their appealing beauty disturbed dis-turbed him. He would have liked to give peace to her worried soul. But he could offer no assurance. When the hour came. If It lay within with-in his power, he must strike her to the heart . Much stirred, he watched her lissom young body as It moved with light rhythm toward the house. She belonged to the enemy clan, but he could not hold her In cold disapproval. disap-proval. An enemy, yes! But already al-ready he knew her a very dear one whose presence filled the secret places of bis heart As Jasper Stark moved about the streets of Mesa with his slouching gait his eyes furtively questioned public opinion to discover what It thought of him. His manner of braggadocio still sat on him, but It was a hollow mockery. He was full of shame, resentment and self-pity. Hatred surged In him. He sent for Gltner. That hardy ruffian straddled Into an upstairs room of the Gilt Edge and looked at young Stark with a scarcely veiled sneer. "Want to see me?" he asked. "Yep. Heard the old man say anything any-thing about me, Carl?" "The old man don't mention yore name. It's understood at the Circle Cross that Mart's through with you. Whyr "Sit down," Jasper growled, with annoyed Impatience. "I wantta talk." He pushed the bottle on the table toward the other man. Gltner took a chair and a drink. He offered no comment There was a tactical advantage In forcing the other to lead and he availed himself of It "Shove that bottle north or west" Stark said surlily, and then poured himself a large drink. He tossed it down at a gulp and almost at once replenished the tumbler. Morosely he eyed the liquor. "The old man been to town this week? "No. Last time he was In It was the day he read the riot act to you," Gltner grinned maliciously. "But he's had Fletcher out to the ranch an' they spent 'roost a whole mornln'. together." Jasper gloomed at his drink and poured It down his throat without visible pleasure. "He was making a will, don't you reckon?" he said at last "I reckon." "Question Is, has he signed It yet?" "If you want to know why don't you go ask him?" suggested the Texan with sarcasm. "I don't need to ask him. He hasn't Fletcher would draw It up when he come back to town. That would be the way they fix it But Fletcher had to leave Thursday They Talked In Whispers, for an Hour, Their Heads Close and the Door Locked. night again for Phoenix to argue a case before the Supreme court He got back this afternoon, no more 'an an hour ago. HeU finish writing writ-ing up the will tomorrow." "Looks like," agreed the man from the Lone Star state. "An he'll take It out either In the afternoon or next day." Sounds reasonable. Better kiss the ranch good-by, Jas." The eyes of the two met and held fast There was something of crouched significance In Jasper's narrowed gaze. It brought the other man to a wary and alert attention. He knew that he was going to find out now why he had been asked to come here. They talked In whispers, for an hour, their heads close and the door locked. Not once, though they drank much, did their voices lift It mlgtt have been noticed, if anyone had been observing them, that Gltner left the Gilt Edge half an hour before be-fore his companion. Nobody but Hans the bartender knew that they had been In the room together. At the hotel waiting for fcia Jasper Jas-per found his sister. They walked a little distance down the road to be alone. No use, Jas," she told him. Tve fought It out with Dad and he won t listen to a word. He's cutting you out of his will' "That'll suit you an Phil," he sneered. "What do you care If I do eet a rotten deal?' Her scornful eyes flashed anger at him. "That's a nice thing to say. after I quarreled with Dad about it for you. But you always were a poor loser." "I haven't lost yet" he snarled. "If you think IH sit down an' let him cut me outa my share of the ranch, why, you've got another guess. HI not stand for It" Ton can't help yourself," Julia told him curtly. His boasting was an old story with her, and she gave It no weight "What's the matter with you anyhow, Jas? Whydidnt you stand up and fight WIls McCann?" Mc-Cann?" ' "Tell jou he hit me wnen i wasu i nkin'. Tell jou I was dazed an I to save his face, but there was no use telling him so. "When are you going?" she asked. "Going where?" "Away from here?" ? "Who said I was going? "Why, I thought Dad said" "I don't care what he said. He's not runnln me. When I get good an ready maybe, I'll go an' maybe I won't" She came to a subject that never was long from her thoughts. The fact that she mentioned It at all to her brother, from whom she could expect no help, showed how much the dread of It obsessed her. Tm worried about Dad awf ly worried. Every time he rides away from the house my heart sinks. If he should meet that Wlls McCann and of course be will some time" "Does he ride alone?" "Not If I can prevent It I go with him when he'll let me or Phil and once or twice Dave Stone. But if Dad sees we're trying to protect pro-tect him he gets wild and wont have It for a minute." "Sure. That's the old man for you. Well, you tell him something for me, Jule. He's not the only man that's lookln' for WIls McCann." Mc-Cann." Her startled eyes fastened to his. "What do you mean?" "What d'you reckon I mean? Tm a Stark, no matter what the old man says an he's a McCann, an' on top of that he's done me dirt. I'll fix him, sure as he's a foot high.' But keep It under yore hat I ain't gettin' out any bills about it Not none." She was torn by conflicting emo tions. That Jasper bad spirit enough to fight his own battle, if he really meant it and would not weaken when it came to the test, was news that warmed her blood. The danger dan-ger In which her father stood might be averted if her brother met McCann Mc-Cann first Yet this was cold comfort com-fort After the first flush of gladness glad-ness for Jasper she knew by the chill that drenched her heart how dreadful It would be If any of her family killed Wilson McCann or were killed by him. "Isn't there any way out Jas any way at all but this?" she cried, almost In a wail "Do we have to start this this awful feud? Surely there must be some way I could stop It If I only knew how." Yellow lights gleamed like sinis ter beacons In his cold eyes. "No way. The McCanns started this an' it'll have to go through now, Julia turned back toward the ho tel with sick foreboding In her heart Phil was blabbing a calf when his father came out to the porch. "Going to Mesa, son. Hook up the team for me, won't you?" The boy, before he went to the stable, dodged for a moment Into the kitchen. Julia was making pies. "He's going to Mesa," be said quickly. Julia at once unfastened her apron. "Keen him here till I'm dressed," she told him, and moved in her swift light way to the bed room she used. While Phil, with the assistance of a wrangler, was hitching to a buck- board the half-broken colts his fa ther drove, a rider Jogged up and stooned to pass word. The man worked for an outfit down the river, "'Lo. Red!" Phil greeted blm. "How they comln'?" "No complaint, as ol man Peters said when his third wife died. Evervthinz fine an dandy with your ' Red eased his weight In the sad die to relax stiffened muscles and rolled a cigarette. "Mia Rollins Jes' got back from Los Angeles, and she happened on a piece of news out there right Inter- estln'." he volunteered. "She was takin care of her daughter whilst an Interestln' event was occorrin' They was a nurse there to meet the 111 stranger the stork was brlngln, and It seems she was hired awhile ago to look after Nora Gifford, one o' them sheep-ranch women. The Gifford girl she had a hard time of It an died her an the baby, too. Folks have kinda figured they was something wrong when the oldest sister come back alone. There's been right consld'rable talk. Phil flushed angrily. "Why don't folks mind their own d d business busi-ness r he blurted out "We're In big business when we pick on some lone girls an make their lire hell for them." The generous lndlgna tlon of youth flamed In him. "Thafa rleht too." agreed Red. t impw Nora Gifford some. She was a mighty sweet girL The Iobo wolf that ruined her life bad ought to be hunted down an' tbot In his tracks.' "Y'betchar agreed Red with the easy vocabulary of the cowpuncher. . z-i e aria t ' ,v to-.a - n 1 ivV- ! IL.t -fiE-J ,11 wmnm ttefaViitfcl Right now is certainly , a great time to get rid of road worn, tread bare tires and replace them with tough new rubber. ! Goodyear quality is the highest it has ever been. 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"I will lift up mine eyes to the hills whence cometh my help," sang the psalmist St. Francis of Assist was filled with the "deslderium collium aeternum" when he left the haunts of men to go to the quiet of the hill-hung hermitage of La Verna. St Melnrad and the monk Ekkehard, of St Gall, sought their peace In the snows of the Alps. The same call led Petrarch to his midnight prayers In the moonlit heights of Avignon. Correspondence Indianapolis News. Statues to tha Living- Statues to the living are almost as rare as the faces of tbe living on our postage stamps. However, there are a few statues of notables who still live. General Pershing's likeness appears ap-pears in bronze and there Is a marble mar-ble bust of Charles G. Dawes at the CapItoL The late Chauncey M. Depew saw a statue of himself unveiled. But the latest one Is of CoL Charles A. Lindbergh. 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