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THE LEHLSUN.JLEHl UT All Kathleen Norris Says: Don't Try to Live Your Husband's Life AGE 0 1 1 , rORY BO FAR: Buck Hart, altl w, and Pete Tollman, alleged KC bad been "dryfulched" shot ck. In retaliation, Lee Hart, one of the victims and brother rill, li believed to bave taken Thad his answer. He had at what he had come to 'You will have to count me t Col told No Bv Joe man" . i rose to go. IT' 8 no way to talk, Cal," his .-oved. r nt you t0 know exacUy " stand. You can tell the . X haven't been given a :e (2eal, and I don't like it All yr.) "i country I'm suspected of the bottom of this. I'm tell- 1 1 ow that if there's any more ig with the cards I leave NlNGs, rt 'ned and walked out. NSE CHAPTER XIV -ritt,V S,(come on to rain, a soft, fine blurred the landscape. The is were no longer visible, Q-, foothills were vague and Calhoun Terry had untied leter r from the saddle and put !ctricitjiescended a long slope at a is c'ded a trickle of a stream down the draw, and put his w, the slope. The rim above -jed with bushes, and back ose a small grove of aspen. whistled past him. There iff of smoke from the as- rry swung his horse swiftly d for the wild cherries on of the little creek he had There was another shot. re through the arm of the was wearing. After this, OflOGree seconds later, two more ;ccvis sounded. But before the licJie last had died away Cal-sUot Cal-sUot in the bed of the stream, j behind a screen of wild Vmigle. He had freed the pedWd let it wander down the aet not before he had with- -e rifle from its boot, --ie swept the slope, to make -'enemies were not circling deu3e for a flank attack. 30aJPfcre were at least two e first two shots were from others from a revolver. s something strange about ,e man with the revolver nwd until Calhoun was practi-i practi-i eaW- of ranee. Nor had Calhoun bullets strike on the hill- waited there "him news on the breeze. .ho rim arid nut t1 cirti ijjjjT 1 riding from the aspens. He tJ swish of bushes and the ia hoof against rock. A .sstant rumor told Terry that man was still going. There two of them. He could "hat. 'e iid not intend to come into 'e nor did he mean to wait ;ing f,a pOSSibie rear attack. He .lopg the bed of the little Trads1(j reclaimed his horse, le sizethe animal, he came to the structete draw and circled a hill, 3 canre not to let himself be gftawjanyone wjj0 might still be from the aspens. He but still kept to the low ntil he had made a circuit ought him back of and be- rove from which the shots H0TEld takea time- Twenty-five or half an hour. Calhoun ff 8 He tiei. e borse and be-4thSow be-4thSow approach to the rock tfore he left he meant to LS all that could be learned f ada attemPt on his life. :en'ijss was beginning to fall. , the tracks of two horses iicuiki!11 ot to where y had ilHand again where they had e p"w moments later he came tcovery that shocked him. PTFNP of 8 man lay face down on LE!J formed by last year's oft To his back a paper was iAcs il was written "This is ;ESAWPens to rustlers." dy was still warm, though kNAL had ceased to beat an uainoun turned it over. was Black Yeager, a no k andP BOEATC'ad 'nan, the first one to Salt i name put on the black list 'eeting in Denver. He had JFACTit twice. One bullet had nis stomach. A second had S"11 betweei the eyes. Evi-248 Evi-248 Me revolver had been fired quarters, for there were :ITTECnarks on the face. Yea-e Yea-e lay beside him, still ipporti,in one hand, wjntried to reconstruct the .."wo men had ridden into IIPMil clump together. They had ' and tied theJr norses. Brthey had been Quarreling. -er there was an old ani- ,RGAll'etween t1" he did not ! 4 least there had been no Kinity which would have pre- many - ... m or em from siding each other , c05tftde. stfn the details of what fol-krf fol-krf not possible. Yeager had IICKS shots at him.- The empty wed that Had the other so Ai (tested? There had been e. tit for an exchange of U prater Black had fired. More-i More-i dead man's face was a v Dfi the contrary. Fixed on of shocked surprise. STs it aSff IX M ft kiv, INSTALLMENT SEVEN a shot from the back at Cal Terry, manater of the blf Diamond Severs B ranch. In Denver the big ranchers decide de-cide to call In a large number of Texas ex-peace officers to Invade the rustlers' territory and kill them. Terry objects . as if the impact of his companion's slugs was entirely unexpected. It smelled to high heaven of treachery. Yeager had been killed by an accomplice. But why? The Diamond Reverse B foreman read again the message on the paper. pa-per. The meaning of it was perfectly per-fectly plain. Terry knew the cattlemen's cat-tlemen's association had stock detectives de-tectives living among the settlers and gathering information. Ellison had admitted as much when Tur-ley's Tur-ley's name had come up for voting at the Windsor Hotel in Denver. Some one of these spies must be the assassin. :. Terry left the body where he found It and rode to the ranch. He wrote a note to Lane Carey and sent it by a messenger. About eleven o'clock Jim Wong woke him. "Two men want see boss," the Chinaman said. CHAPTER XV Ellen was playing a game of checkers with her father. Usually he could bf at her, but after two or three games in the evening he would get sleepy and relax his vigilance. He yawned, made a move and considered con-sidered it, without lifting his fingers. fin-gers. "All right," he said, removing his hand. Ellen promptly took three men. "Hold on! Wait a minute!" Lane Carey protested. The shiny face of Jim Budd appeared ap-peared in the doorway. "Man to see you, Mista Carey," he drawled. "Brought this here note along." Carey drew a sheet of paper from the envelope. He spent so much "More trouble," he said. time reading it that his daughter grew curious. "More trouble," he said. Ellen read two or three lines of the letter, then turned back to the signature. "From Calhoun Terry," she murmured, surprised. I am writing from the ranch (the girl read). If possible, will you come here at once? An hour ago I found the body of Black Yeager about four miles from my house. He had been killed shortly before under very peculiar pecu-liar circumstances. While he was firing at me from ambush a companion of his shot him at close quarters. Please withhold judgment until you realize the facts. If Jeff Brand is within reach will you bring him with you? He may be able to get a clue as to who the killer is from studying study-ing the situation. Until you have seen me, better not discuss this with any others. "Do you think it's safe to go, father?" fa-ther?" she asked. "Let me go with you." "No," he vetoed. "You'll stay right here." "I don't like to have you go alone," she protested. "It may be a trap. Maybe the letter isn't from Mr. Terry." "It's on Diamond Reverse B stationery. sta-tionery. And I'm not expecting to go alone. Jeff Brand will be with me." "Will Jeff go? He may think this ,is a plot to trap him." "Will he go?" Lane Carey laughed dryly. "You would have to rope and hog-tie .him to keep him away. I thought you knew Jeff." "Let's have the messenger in here where we can see him in the light," Ellen suggested. "You ought to make sure the letter is from Mr. Terry." "A good idea.". The man who had brought the letter let-ter was a Diamond Reverse B cowboy cow-boy called Slim. Both of the Careys knew him. He said that Calhoun Terry himself had put the letter in his hands. Slim had no idea what was written in it But the boss had to the plan. Ellen Carey, daughter oi the postmaster, aeemi somewhal In trigued by the dashing Jeff Brand Who with Jack Turley, another rustler, re most outspoken against Terry. EJgn asks Terry to stop the killings. & told him to be sure the letter reached Carey, and that he was to wait and ride back with him. It relieved Ellen to know that her father would not travel alone in case he did not find Jeff. "You will be careful, won't you?" she said, standing at the stirrup after aft-er he had swung to the saddle. "And put that slicker on. It's still raining a little." Lane laughed. "This girl of mine bosses me like she was my wife. Slim. I reckon you would call me henpecked." Ellen smiled at the young fellow. "Will you tell Mr. Terry that I'm loaning him my father on condition that he is returned safe and sound under escort?" "Nonsense!" her father demurred promptly. "I've looked after myself quite a spell unassisted, and I expect ex-pect I'll make out to do it for a while yet" "But you'll tell him just the same, won't you, Slim?" "I sure will. Miss Ellen." It oc curred to Slim that It might be a good idea to leave the impression with the boss that she had asked him personally to come back with Lane. The two men vanished at a road gait into the darkness. "We're going to pick up Jeff Brand," explained Carey. "He's up at Roan Alford's place. Been gentling gen-tling some horses for Roan." , Slim, astonished, looked at his companion. "Did Terry say for us to get Jeff?" "That's what he said." There was a gleam of satiric humor in the older old-er man's eye. "Maybe the lion and the lamb are going to lie down together." to-gether." "Would you tell me which one is the lamb, please?" Slim asked, chuckling. "Maybe I'd better have said the lion and the tiger."' "What's up, Mr. Carey? I could see by the way the boss talked that it is something serious." "It is," Lane answered. "I can't tell you more than that because Terry Ter-ry asked me not to talk. But you'll know right soon." Brand had gone to bed in the little bunkhouse and was sound asleep when the two riders arrived. Carey was careful to call from a distance before knocking on the door. "Hello the house!" he shouted. After he had repeated the call several times a voice answered sleepily. "Who's there?" "Lane Carey. I want to talk with Jeff Brand." After Brand had pulled on his trousers and boots he walked out to meet the man from Black Butte. "Didn't know you'd taken to night-riding, night-riding, Lane," he drawled. "Honest, I'm wore out busting Roan's broncos. bron-cos. Even if you are raiding the Diamond Reverse B range I'll have to beg off tonight" "Have your little joke, Jeff," Carey Car-ey answered. "But that's exactly where I'm going to the Diamond Reverse B and I'm taking you along." The friendly derision went out of the rustler's face as a light does from a snuffed candle. "What's in yore mind?" he asked. Carey took from his pocket the letter received from Terry and handed it to the other. "Read that" Jeff read. "What in Mexico does he want with me there?" Brand asked. "I don't get it. The thing doesn't make sense." "I don't know what he wants, but I've got a sort of notion. He wants us to hear his story and look the ground over with him. My opinion is, and you can take it for what it's worm, that Cal hasn't had a thing to do with these killings. Naturally, if that's so, he would like to clear himself from blame." "And if it isn't so, he'd like to whitewash himself just the same," Jeff jeered. "That's so. He would. But say he could convince us of his inno-cense inno-cense in this case. We would be two pretty good witnesses in his favor. fa-vor. I'm supposed to be a neutral, neu-tral, and you are strong for the small man." "Mr. Terry wouldn't put it just that way about me," the outlaw said. "He'd go quite considerable stronger." strong-er." "Anyway, I'm convinced he's not setting a trap to get you. But if you think so of course you had better bet-ter not" "Hell! I'm going with you, Lane. I'll take my chance of any shenanigan. shenani-gan. I want to see what the fellow is up to. Be with you soon as I've caught and saddled." He walked back to the bunkhouse and finished dressing, after which he joined the others at the corraL They rode across-country through the sage until they cut the trail to the Diamond Reverse B. Slim led the way. Jim Wong shuffled out to the porch and took the two visitors into the room the ranch manager used as an office. Here Terry joined them shortly. (TO BE COXTIM'ED) (Bell Syndicate t ii f resent, at 39, being relegated to the position of a tort of superior servant, a person who must accept AVs careless announcements and goodbyes. By KATHLEEN NORRIS VRE you a person or the J-X echo of some other per-son? per-son? This is an important impor-tant question, where the hap-piness.of hap-piness.of some women is concerned, con-cerned, for unless she can answer an-swer it, "I am myself," no woman can be happy. For each one of us brings with him, or forms and cultivates culti-vates in the early years, a complicated mass of likes and dislikes, prejudices and inclinations, and it is the encouragement en-couragement of some of these and the weeding out of others that makes that baffling, fascinating fas-cinating thing called "personality." "person-ality." . No matter hdw rich, and beautiful and socially prominent a girl is, if she chooses to adopt rowdy manners, man-ners, use vulgar language, show no consideration for the feelings of others, defy the code of dignity and self-control, if not of actual morality, she is not a gentlewoman, even though the wealth and power of her family go back a dozen generations. Becoming a Lady. And by the same law any girl who studies fineness in every way, in what she reads, says, does and is, can raise herself fromthe humblest or least fortunate of backgrounds, and eventually be recognized for what she is, a lady. Any girl or woman who feels she is dull, uninteresting, unin-teresting, left behind by more fascinating fas-cinating rivals, need only face the situation honestly, to find the cure all about her, easily within reach, and costing nothing. It may take her a few years to accustom ac-custom herself to the necessity of a daily bath, manicuring, hair-brushing, immaculate dressing, carefully accurate speech, abstention from excesses of all sorts for the table glutton is an even less pleasant sight than the excessive drinker or smoker. smok-er. Gentlewomen don't giggle over questionable stories; they don't eagerly retail scandal; they don't laugh loudly when someone falls off his chair or mispronounces a word. Culture and fineness are essential to a lady, but the qualities of heart are just as important as those of mind. Husband Is Too Fopular. There are problems, however, that come even to a fine and strong and cultured woman, a woman who is her husband's equal, if not superior superi-or in intellect and soul, and when they arise the answer comes in the form of a question. Are you a person per-son or the echo of some other person? per-son? A letter from a woman in Augusta, Au-gusta, Maine, illustrates what I mean. "We have been married 17 years," she writes. "We have three fine children; a boy of 15, twin (tirls of 12. Alf, my husband, is a good, steady, successful man, extremely popular with everyone perhaps especially es-pecially with men. I mean that he belongs to golf and town clubs, lunches with associates every day downtown, and always has pleasant adventures in friendship when business, busi-ness, as it frequently does, calls him away for few days or a week at a time. Went Through Hard Times. 'When our boy Fred was about four, and the girls tiny babies, hard times came. Al lost his Job, and we lost the little home we were buying. buy-ing. We asked my father, who lives in California, for $100 a month, and we five managed on that for nearly three years. We had two rooms; the babies' milk alone came to $10 a month, and if I could have afforded nervous breakdown believe me I WNU Service.) Are you a person or the echo of tome other person, Pauline? Manage all quite free from any thought of AVt joining you or any resentment because he does not. BUSY HUSBAND This 'Wife and mother issues an appeal to Miss Norris for advice on the problem of getting her husband back into the family fold. Other-wise Other-wise a model husband, he spends most of his time with others, socially and in business, asking to be left out of family social life. Kathleen Vor-ris Vor-ris gives the reason and suggests a remedy. would have had one in those dark days. I did everything at one time washing 70 dldies a day as well as tnt entire family wash, and even Al's collars and cuffs. In 1934 my father died, leaving me a few thousands thou-sands that I immediately invested In two small houses, living in one, renting the other, and taking two boarders to make ends meet. Al had a job then, but when I broke down and went for 10 weeks to the hospital hos-pital we had to borrow. From that time however things steadily-improved, we sold both houses five years ago at double what we had paid for them in the depression, and Al went from one promotion to another an-other and our hard times were over. Now we have a nice home, two small cars, and I have a good kitchen helper. Alf a Stranger. "But far more serious to me than anything that those difficult years brought," the letter goes on, "is the fact that for three years now my husband has not shared our lives at all. He is amiable, appreciative of good meals and home comfort. "But dines at the club, entertains some customer downtown, works late at the office and afterwards drops in on some bridge game, makes engagements for all day Sunday, Sun-day, often for Saturday, night as well, and tells me, if I make any plan for a family affair or picnic, to go ahead by all means, but not to count on him. Now I resent at 39, being relegated rele-gated to the position of a sort of superior su-perior servant, a person who must accept Al's careless announcements and good-bys. I am a college graduate, grad-uate, my family is of a higher rating rat-ing than his, and but for my father's generosity I don't know how we could have weathered our hard times. Yet I can't beg back my husband's hus-band's affection and company. The situation is changing me into a brood-wretched brood-wretched woman and I wish you could give me an answer to it." Make Self an Interesting Individual. The answer is, as I said before, is a question. Are you a person or the echo of some other person, Pauline? Paul-ine? Al, for all his selfishness and obtuseness, is evidently a person. He has found a great deal in his life to amuse and occupy him; all he asks is that you do the same. With health, home, sufficient income, car, with three fine growing children, you certainly should have no trouble. You don't speak of friends, but certainly cer-tainly you have friends. If you could manage club days, gardening days, hours for reading, walking, plans with the children, all quite free from any thought of Al's joining you or any resentment because he Joes not you would find yourself immersed in so full and happy a life that nine hundred and ninety out of every thousand women in the world might well envy you. Keep that son close to you; you won't have a mother's frequent difficulties in paternal jealousy. Join the girl's in their homework and invite a few chums in to study with them. Your real trouble is that for years you held Al in happy monopoly. You and be were inseparable in interests. in-terests. But that never lasts un-brokenly. un-brokenly. It can be regained. It will be regained as soon as Al realizes real-izes that you are just as busy and complete and interesting and individual indi-vidual an entity as he is. I"-.' .... ... Pattern No. Z9321 PERHAPS this is Chicken Little nd Ducky Lucky come to deco rate baby's crib spread. Twelve adorable blocks are done in out Test of Civilization . ' The true test of civilization is i not the census, nor the size of Kansas Weather A recent national health survey discloses that Kansas is just about the most healthful state in the Union. It is one of the first three in the longevity of women and among the first six in longevity of men. The survey discloses that Kansas has fewer communicable diseases, such as tuberculosis, than most any other state. 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Henry Ward Beecher, the eminent minister and lecturer, was buying a horse, and was listening to a description de-scription of the animal given by its owner. "This horse is perfectly sound," said the man. "He can go any gait walk, pace, trot or gallop. He will stand without hitching and work any place you put him buggy, plow or wagon. He Is perfectly gen tle, though full of spirit He has no bad traits; will neither bite nor kick; comes when you call him and does not run off when he, sees anything strange." Beecher looked long and admiringly at the animal, and then remarked: "Oh, I wish that horse were a member of my church I" Caring for Paint Brushes When laying aside paint brushes, the usual custom is to place them in water and then forget all about them until needed again, with the result that the water usually is found more or less evaDorated and the brushes hardened. If a quantity e oil is poured on the water. It will prevent this evanoration and keep the brushes in good shape. New Type Varnish While you're in the spring-cleaning mood, try some of the new type varnish made from bakelite. It's a varnish that protects tables, floors, etc., from heat (even boiling water), alcohol, fire and harsh soaps. It is longer wearing than ordinary varnishes var-nishes and you don't have to use a brush to apply it an ordinary lint-less lint-less cloth over a stick will do. It dries in 20 minutes, leaves a smooth streakless glossy finish. . Holes in Stockings Holes in stocking heels may result re-sult when the reinforcement of the heel is too thin (so buy hosiery with heavier heel reinforcements); or when the lining of the shoe is worn (have the shoe lining repaired); or when the shoe does not fit (wear shoes with snug fitting heels or heel linings).