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Show THE LEIII SUN. LEII1. UTAH - - J) CoikJ ITS si: n.ci III tlaf a a, Til Ukt IKiTOi too rn la ttr. IN7 Cit.. Mil aaunif this rat mo itthtii menu nun, I AirM IPPIM kpoistm t 0X3 ipany i on, iaitlI lencE ineq bom! brio 1 Cuyoq dco CS BIDS ION Tthn! 3 COSO' ts ill rd,M ir Sff 1 fajii It-- iere.- mn f if By EUGENE CUNNINGHAM 1L twt t W.N.U. RLCASE. Forces n "? r.m.ro li trylW to U l" wui bis PL C' worklM or lopek. if' j the Broken Wheel U ol U nciiu-after nciiu-after Wm U 1 - j it, P" j Tlrin. U aner nun C " . ... "Twenty John- PlaWheelU tte mm he deeply .tttchedto her. child, .boy, when iA. ranch tter per- """'j: Mded by Dud Paramore, Low. and the Broken Z U "Shi that followed iWHi Con kicked out Irby. out from town. , ewwe with the atory.' CHAPTER XIV ....i. t.u outfit after din- !.ov . hpfore Caramba e was i""' - -- - . L... nd he went wandering U about the place. Janet Libia Bom 1UC "''"' he walked up to we oik .. .... . hu knee, she was . ..j. . .mall white-haired W Cod looked curiously at lenlson ana sne siuu.eu m - nf i moment, before she Lj smilingly to Janet. thj, honey, he's just a boy! balljousam- I .i tn.Antv.f-f-P. Not auite." Cirij www J , , Id her, wondering why Janet s jwas suddenly so tlusnea. "Ana are not so terriDiy oiq max Lutwrlfilv voims to VOu!" Sod-lands! He's dangerous!" Tenison gasped. "Paying com-mts com-mts to old women" ised to know a girl in Chicago." ..... mi s - i i a at. MtrutMUIiy, ana sne naa uie est pay hair, almost wnne, a. im hp was nineteen. Sue u Inst martp her look fiMni i" sr. The way yours makes you tat were you doing in Chicago Chica-go up with cattle? Don't tell re a city boy! Not after the iping Mr. Tenison says you did Janet says you did. hesitated. Janet, still very ind prettier than he had ever Iter, he thoughtwas looking I; at him. (iked for horse dealers and all I;! commission men. So when Me and aunt were killed in a . -. H.H. Vn last year. I took on with Sir trail herd and made the Horse. Then I started j, to learn the cow business. fere I am, roping Mr. Teni- shook her white head and at Con. boy would have been about Twenty-two next Decem- zteenth. But he he was sto- p this very yard, by a part- ht. lemson's. a man who pre been very hard and vin- or he wouldn't have done a P at to pay a score with a pe and Mr. Tenison had trou- f at i mine and and one eve- took my boy from this vard ft vanished. We hunted and Bit his trail disanneareri miles and from that day heard E ui Ulcll, vUIJ F awkwardly. "Well! I reckon land CaramKo .i,t i. , . uu6uv io oe r start for Red Mesa." res nto, - aiiiu, man jnfe and little boy, on the the Mesa. When i. isee it you can sort of sneak 9ni4 k.... ave a wok. Into the PMHble. If it looks like really m bad fl t fodded and turned . !and Caramba WDr rfUlly or ten mUes or tUmbinB fntn , .-lt. lgn arroyo' lealing wooded hoiv.. , . ht k oKeets ta! head , to indicate the fl'" he ' "Nester Bu wife is a woman. Not over about that ThPv tlht year, old. Ves trT"Ctin8ar0Und ''i .f' arry d Pmel ?hTa' 1116,1 5ad and.1116 trees yenS81116 tte traU e110 lth the long. ckanded fierce. dead!" oa,naskei Plain- wnere'g your ' oeIt yester- He staggered slightly as be stood beside Pancho. day, early. Shot Mom and me, too. She'i worse'n I am. She'a awful sick. I couldn't go for nobody. Ain't a horse on the place I can catch up. Besides, I got to stay and give her water. And I got to be ready to kill 'em, if they come back, I like to shoot you." "Good Lord!" Con exploded. "Come on, boy! We've got to do things." The child came out of the bushes, dragging the big Winchester, a sturdy, blue-eyed towhead, who seemed to Con so tiny that his manlike man-like way was incredible. He staggered stag-gered slightly as he stood beside Pancho. A flour sack was wrapped clumsily around his right arm. He sagged wearily against Con and his face was hot against Con's hand. Pancho went on across the creek, past the bucket which the boy had evidently come down to fill- Twenty yards beyond was the little adobe house. The door stood open. Con set the boy down and swung off. At the door he stopped to look into a dusky, untidy room, that kitchen kitch-en which he had promised Mrs. Tenison Ten-ison to examine. In a corner sprawled the body of a tall man in faded chambray shirt and patched overalls, barefoot Con went over to Gracey and looked down at the grim, beard-stubbled face. Only a glance was needed to see that he had died almost instantly, of a bullet bul-let near the heart. In the other room Mrs. Gracey lay upon a home-made bedstead, breathing harshly through her mouth. She was fully dressed and j her thin, work,-hardened hand picked at a bandage as rude as that upon the boy's arm. She, had been shot through the right shoulder. The boy came in and leaned against the wall, with fever-bright eyes moving from his mother to Con. "She's awful sick, ain't she?" he whispered. "But you can get the doctor, now. I tried to get her to eat" Con went at the run to Pancho, swung up and loped to the dropped bucket When he came back with cold water he took a clean white shirt from his alforja and ripped it into bandages. He looked doubtfully at it, then shrugged. "Well, no way to boil it and dry it,' here. The thing is to get her down to the women." He asked the boy if anything on wheels was here. "Old spring wagon," the child said drowsily. "One horse. But Pa had to sell Coaly. He was our harness horse. And one shaft is busted and so's the seat. It's out back." Con heard Caramba calling from the trail. He went out and waved the two up, to tell them quickly and shortly of the woman's condition. Caramba swore incredulously. "Doc' ought to be at the house, time we bit there," Skeets said frowningly. 'Topeka told Gale that Doc's due out to check up on Mis' Tenison's heart Let's look at the wagon." "I'm going to try cleaning up their bandages," Con told them. "I'll be out when I get done." He washed the quiet woman's shoulder and she hardly flinched, then bandaged it cautiously. The boy's wound was a deep gash like that on Con's own thigh. The old wagon was as dilapidated as most other things on this shabby place. They took off the wheels and greased the axles, wired and braced the snapped shaft, patched and reinforced rein-forced the harness. Pancho went between be-tween the shafts without trouble and only put back his ears nervously when Con drove him experimentally about the yard. The three of them lifted Mrs. Gracey Gra-cey gently and carried her. mattress and all, out to the wagon, packing her about with bedding and old clothes against road shocks. Then Con got on the seat with the boy beside him. Caramba and Skeets helped ease the wagon down to the more level range at the mouth of the narrow trail. "I reckon you can make out" Skeets decided, there. "Me and Caramba Ca-ramba better go on to Red Mesa like Gale said." He looked curiously at the boy. "Son. who was it that done all this?" -i - "I didn't know 'em. I was asleep and I woke up because somebody was yelling outside the door for Pa to open up. Pa ask' him who U was and he said something and Pa told Mom it was all right He opened the door and pow! pow! Pa fell down and of course I knowed he was shot Mom run in to the room where I was in the corner, because a slug had come in and bit me in the arm. I run over to her and I could see her a liT bit from the light out of the kitchea She was kind of moaning. It was two men." "They just shot twice, as soon as your pa opened the door?" Con prompted him. "Shot a lot of times. Two men done it They come in the room where we was and Mom told 'em she was shot, too. She says to him that she was dying. They brought the lamp in and looked to see if she was. I just laid still by her. One was a towhead, same's me. He cussed a lot about Mom being shot and waved his six-shooter around. And he grabbed the blesserhome and wiped his six-shooter with it" "Grabbed the what?" Caramba thrust in. "The blesserhome! Aw, you know them things women makes to stick up in houses! God bless our home; that's about what they always al-ways say. He wiped out his six-shooter six-shooter with it" Con and Caramba stared at each other, then nodded. "I said to Monk Irby that it was bad luck," Coq drawled. "And we'll try to make it come true, huh, Caramba? Ca-ramba? Well! I'll take her down. It's going to be dark before we make it. Men came out of darkness when he drove into the Wheel yard and up to the kitchen door. Gale Goree and Tenison pushed up to the wagon and Con answered their surprised questions shortly. Mrs. Tenison came out, Janet at her heels. She called tor lights. "Janet" she said briskly, "you trot in, honey, and fix the bed in the west bedroom. The boys will bring her in. Peek! you and Gale and Twenty and Perch carry that mattress. Careful! Where's her boy? Is he hurt much?" She went in ahead of them, calling to Mexican house servants. The four carried Mrs. Gracey into a clean, orderly room and put the old mattress down. Mrs. Tenison looked at it and clucked, then waved them out "Let's get to work, Janet! If we want you men. Til calL Peek! we can't wait for the doctor. Send somebody to town, fast! He may not show up for a week. My heart's an old story to him and I think he just comes out for barbecued chicken. chick-en. Scoot!" In the kitchen, Tenison looked at Goree, then at Con. "You better make the ride," he drawled. "Grab some coffee and a chunk of meat and catch up a fresh horse. If the doctor's not in town, trail him. He sent word today that he might be two-three days getting out" '' He reached behind him to the big coffee pot and motioned to a cup. When he had poured the coffee he set out steak and biscuit Con told them what the boy had seen and heard, between bites of bis supper. sup-per. "But how-come you know it was this damn' Monk Irby used the motto mot-to for gunrag?" Goree asked him. "Monk rode up to Caramba and me yesterday, on his way to Onopa. He had that motto." "Well, if you run into him in town, you let him alone," Tenison ordered. "Tell Janton the constable about it But let him handle it Get the doctor and come on back." Con nodded and went out to unhitch un-hitch Pancho. Goree came after him and picked a black horse for the ride to town. Con came into Onopa near mid' night and banged at the doctor's door untU a weary, resigned voice answered. Then he explained bis errand. "I can go out pretty early tomor row," the doctor told him. "But 1 have got to be here tonight Sick woman here, too. She'll about reach a crisis around daylight Are you staying?" I reckon. Til side you out I have to hunt up Janton. Tome bT around breakfast time, then. I'll know what I can do about leaving." (TO BECOSTIXVED) o I Au tvSCRtErfl RADIO By VIRGINIA TALE Eeleaaed by WciUrn Newspaper Unl.ii. THE nation's largest radio stock company is behind the weekly nroduction of th WPB's new program, "Three iniras of a Nation," heard Wednesday evenings on the Blue network. Produced in cooperation co-operation with the Hollywood Victory committee, rlparin house for war-time appearances of uie Associated Actors and Artists of America, the program has at its disposal the resident membership of all Southern California. Castings weekly draw from a reservoir of more than 10,000 screen, stage and radio actors, all volunteers. . The Tone family, Franchot and Jean, will soon be working at the same studio. Franchot has signed a term agreement with Paramount; it calls for four pictures during the next two years. Jean Wallace Tone, a "Louisiana Purchase" beauty, is already there. V. Ann Harding is returning to the screen in Metro's "Odor of Violets," a mystery drama soon to go into ANN HARDING production. Edward Arnold has the principal male role. Donna Reed, one of Metro's abundant crop of starlets, is also in the cast You may not recognize Chester Conklin at once in "I Married a Witch"; playing a bartender at a country club who's in much of the opening action, he appears without that famous walrus mustache. 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