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Show -i:- Wt'i2.,1-.,M. J , j w . ,.-.,T?J,.,-...;,,rr, - . , .. - ,-- - .... Kathl een Norris Says: Make Yourself Useful Living With Others NEW IDEAS KJ By EUGENE CUNNINGHAM EUGENE CUNNINGHAM U. R.CLCASEJ .i FAB: rotetd to run 10 rrV... mhrn be U Bell SyndtceteWNU Featurei. .. ..VI B " By Ruth "Wyeth Spears r with ! DEPq eet tor eici lOttO ft- "'r, Topek Tenison, iumbut doesn'l yet r?t ?,.. Lowe's fiter, .ift th TenHonf. They "wW to her. vnf lo.t . boy, te WM VV-'Ure. Among W 'StoW Wheel areDud Cain ".?.. hi. friend Monk kCTuttlmer.. Con CoOrtHMd "Step" Gay tf(rtt! Mrivini blm.pintof Kli 1",0t",S- ln hi story. chapter v i , cliance to look at the 'it principal -when, Tenison led them rfront room with its toSs S end, and vivid Me , everywhere. When f S to look at her nsS ast without Yni: l ... 1 riU5t suits me, somw- ughttobeableto SaB this, and that, and Stifle things in your child- tot Con torn u t told me that he'd been in art of the country. . '.ww.head and looked with of the mouth at the ciga- t. mas rolling. toowmeforwhatlam and warn the Tenisons not to Uwordlsay. Or-you can 'en again. Oh! &em worn w t rm here!" - haven't said 8 word to them! haven't sent any message to No matter what you are, Me, going slowly toward the he kicked viciously. It, it pebbles. keep out of her way," ne ;sed himself, "She will have leaving, sometime. 1 11 dodge ;3 she docs go." v of the rustler, whom Mnezes had buried, for a ate the bunkhouse was dark tat But it was as Mrs. Teni- said, he decided: in a fight- buatry you hardened yourself V far your own. : was snoring evenly. So coot Con took his pistol .sier the mattress and went to the door. There was im, now, and in the iaint is aw the horseman going to .Til p be was sure that only one rai there, Con crossed the in bare feet, pistol up. The gate squeaked. He waited pre that the man was unsad- iben went forward for a clos- f A slouching figure came him, dragging rather than k a saddle. fi it?" Con challenged him Take it easy!" W. the man answered. Laimy.' , Topeka sent me ' got to send him Johnny tomorrow, in my place. I ankle sprained and skinned that it'd take a pair of piece out my hide. But at s got me down, boy. Pay, or going to be. Them Sim tO Work Holliffn ihisrounduo. First thinrt tled softly. w! The Big Augers been i Bar anil T A Bn X and 56 and 4U and Pig. resi never headed for Sprines. n mnn If rsPruig was the place!" " saia cheerfully, "I bout time! Come on in-" in-" wawa this Yw notion is. thi o,,tfit. a Point-on into the ran gang will s'ta; aniifrazde our side'" Jed fa Tn . B Dunitnouse &awlonbunk.Con Tr friable on a iSr.kwhaALyhad fced him. ' For tn- ... , he thnnJv.r1?." O AIL. MP Vtan ler "T that Ocem "ave swed e4;"reu nat, easine .t ver tn ... . dr Z w own his fRail, W Perch t'i4 old helli,.n . ... him nw rvu " KUi you to com: won't ui nv T P forty he blew 4 eMl catch the door - J if JA.V.lTI Con stepped back, listening to Palafox pant, out the lamp flame, then moved toward to-ward the line of quiet adobes. Con had passed the corner of the corral when a soft scuff of feet turned him mechanically. His hand went toward his belt before he remembered re-membered that his Colt was on the bunk. A man came out of shadows, the faint light showing him only as a distorted shape. Then he saw the outline of the man's hand, slightly lifted. He stiffened. For what looked to be an enormously lengthened forefinger was a pistol barrel, he knew. "Hel-lo, Con!" the man said drawlingly. 'How you been?" Con tried to place the voice, vaguely familiar as it was, while he watched the pistol and wondered tautly what this meant. "Long time since we wawaed us an evening away. Yes, sir! You kind of raised up hell and shoved a chunk under it, since then! You" "Martino Palafox, the deputy!" Con breathed, staring. "Yeh. And I'm here to see you. Reach up your paws, boy, and see if your both ears still hang right. You ought to thank el buen dios, boy, that I ain't like some Territory Terri-tory star poles! I would have shot you right out from under your cowlick! cow-lick! The reward is five hundred dead or alive! And it's easier to pack beef than a kicking steer." "Milgracias! A thousand thanks! But you're barking up the wrong tree, amigo. Comanche Linn was killed outside Salado. Lee Welsh told me so, after I met the bunch in Fronteras. You'll make no five hundred on Con Cameron, going by Twenty Johnson on the Wheel. An-other An-other thing! I'm in hell's own hurry, tonight- Listen, now: the wagons went to Skull Spring and they are going to ram hellbent into Helligo Canyon, first crack out of the box. You know they're going to get frazzled" "Yeh? So, you aim to hightail and get frazzled with 'em! Or do you figure, fig-ure, maybe, to stop it? Stand still! Nothing we can do about it, boy. They'll run into a lead hailstorm and about half the boys won't never smile again. Then they'll pull off and Gloomy and Quirk and Dud and the rest'll have a hurrah on every outfit this side the Bravo." He went around Con and searched him deftly. The back waistband hideout was obviously no mystery to him! "All I'm packing is some money," Con told him abruptly. "Ever see an English penny, Martino? I've got one. Son oi scraicnea up. ooine-body ooine-body put W.W. on it. Might catch your eye." "Might," Palafox agreed blandly, if it was in somebody else's pock et." But he stood frowningly before Con, pistol at his waist, the hammer ham-mer down. Then he shook his head and shrugged. "Sorry! There's lots of things I like about your style and your record rec-ord in the Territory. But it's yes, and no, on the scale. The no is a liT bit bigger. Sorry!" Con's hands, pinching bis ears, moved flashingly downward in short chopping blows to the deputy's neck. Palafox staggered, but his gunhand jerked. Con struck hard at that arm with his left while he pivoted to drive a terrific swinging right to the unprotected jaw. Palafox dropped his gun and one leg buckled. Con smashed him over the heart and sent him sprawling backward. Then he stooped to snatch up the Colt and move in. Two derringers and a sheath knife formed the rest of the deputy's arm-ament arm-ament Sure of this, Con stepped back, listening to Palafox pant. Like voice to his own questions came Step's drawl: "Now that you got him, what you aim to do with him?" Palafox sat up as the little man came shadow-quiet up to Con. He shook his head as to clear it Con shrugged grimly, looking from Step to the prisoner. "So this boy is Comanche Linn, huh?" Step drawled. "Well, that does kind of rip the cover off some things . . ." "Listen!" Con drawled in his turn, wearily. "I'm tired of saying that I'm not Comanche Linn, who was a dirty little murdering maniac over in Texas. He used to ride with Welsh and the Raniers. He got killed ridine with 'em. 1 met the three at Fronteras and came on with 'em. So all the country has called me Comanche Linn. Every time I've had lots of luck doing something that I, Con Cameron, wanted to do or had to do because it was the right thing, the Territory has said: "He did it easy of course because he's that gunslick and killer, Comanche Linn!" I'm damn' tired of it. Gonzales was the first man I ever killed and that was simon-pure accident!" He lowered at both of them, Neither Nei-ther said anything. "I do think I'm a damn' sight bet ter man than this Comanche was!" he burst out "From what I heard, j he was like the Raniers, and Dud Paramore: Kill you any old way. Now, Martino! You rammed your nose into me at the wrong time. I'm going to tie you up long enough to keep you from under my feet Step, I want to talk to you, straight and hard. Topeka and Gale" "I was listening. I been doing some thinking, too. I'm in a bog. Topeka's going to get hisself rubbed out if he rams into Helligo with Gloomy's bunch shooting down. And I can't have that They ain't got a chance, except I help. If you and me and Martino take cards in this, it'll be Gloomy's bunch that ain't got a chance." Step said presently, "A right, Martino! You feel like being a good liT boy and believing that this kid never was Comanche Linn except by mistake and in the Territory?" "You believe him, I believe him! I never could quite put it straight in my head, the way he looks and acts, and the tales about Comanche Linn." "Bueno! There's a trail we found, forty-some year back, down into the valley. Helligo's back door. We can make it down, with a liT luck. Now, hand Martino back his hardware hard-ware store. Let's get our horses. You better take a Wheel caballo, Martino, in place of your tired one. Twenty Con amble to the bunk-house bunk-house and roust out them Sunday punchers. We want shells. Your gun's .44, like ours, Martino?" "Pistol is. But I pack a .45-90 rifle; no carbine." "Come on, then! We'll saddle up, while Con hunts .44's." Con dod,ged ' with his arms full through the door and trotted toward the corral. When almost there, he stopped short For a slim figure in some sort of dark robe came from the shadows toward him. 'Con!" she gasped. "You They they mustn't! I've heard Nevil say that nobody can get into Helligo Canyon against the fire of a handful hand-ful of men. You'll all be killed without a chance!" "We've got a notion. Can't tell you what it is. But it may just tip things over to the wagons' side. We'jre the ones to do the tipping, if it can be done. Now, we're in a rush ..." She said something under her breath, but he hurried past and went on to where Step and Martino waited, wait-ed, with Pancho and two other horses saddled. "Buen viaje!" Janet called shakily, shaki-ly, as they rode off. "Hasta la vista -Con!" Step led the way out across the east range at the hard trot a jolting jolt-ing gait that did not encourage talk. They rode steadily until daylight then halted briefly to eat some of the steak and biscuits that Step had foraged, smoke and relax. The going was rougher and the climbing steady, in afternoon. The sun was warm, but as it slid westward west-ward the air grew chill under the trees. They made a tireless camp and finished the food. Step had them in the saddle before dawn. But they rode only a few miles, then unsaddled un-saddled and hobbled the horses. Step went off in the gray light and was gone for a half-hour. When he ceme back, he was like another man. The faded eyes shone like narrow bits of glass and his teeth showed snaring-ly. "Grab your ropes! Glad ycu got that long rawhide, Martino. Mine's another like it Come on! Can't hear from down here, but when you hit the rim up yonder only place you can hit it! you can make out the shooting. Begun while I was listening. Wagons must've rolled t'p and opened the balL" . (TO BE COXTISUED) ill J Everything I do displeaset my mother-in-law, yet she never gives a baby bath or picks up a toy. Worst of all the implies to her friends that her son married much beneath him." By KATHLEEN NORRIS WHEN a woman lives in the family of her married mar-ried son she ought to meet that son's wife at least halfway in the matter of keeping keep-ing the home serene. And if the daughter - in law won't come halfway, she ought to go three-quarters .of the way, or nine-tenths of the way. If she isn t willing to do this, then she ought not to be living there at all. If she has no income in-come and still isn't willing to make herself an agreeable and use-ful use-ful member of the younger household, house-hold, she should get a Job. There are not to be sure, a great many well-paid, easy, dignified jobs for women past 50, but there are always al-ways , bathrooms in hospitals to clean, linen rooms in hotels to keep in order, dishes in restaurants to be washed. Since these are simple facts, and the very mothers-in-law themselves know that they are facts, how astonishing aston-ishing it is to find so many elderly women planted firmly in. the homes their sons, making a great deal of trouble, expecting a great deal of consideration, and acting generally as though there were a great many pleasanfer lives they might be leading lead-ing and their remaining in the household was a sort of favor. Ingeborg is a fine young woman of Swedish dese'ent who was a mas seuse before her marriage. She and her doctor husband have four small sons. The doctor's mother lives with them. "Joe's mother," writes Inga, "occupied "oc-cupied this big house alone for many years, but it belongs to him. When our living expenses had to be stretched to take care of four children chil-dren and two servants rent was a serious problem. As there were about six unoccupied bedrooms here and plenty of garden space, he suggested sug-gested to his mother that we combine com-bine forces, and at that time she was delighted with the idea. I was ill for months after the twins were born, and although I was conscious of friction here and there, it is only now, when I am well again, that I realize some of the difficulties of having two mistresses in the house. A Troublemaker. "My mother-in-law," the letter goes on, "is the kind of woman who runs her finger over high surfaces or shelves or bookcases and remarks on the slightest film of dust Any interruption by the children she ignores ig-nores exactly as though they were not there. She criticizes me to Joe as being too familiar with my helpers; help-ers; and because she saw the nurse downtown in a beauty parlor smoking smok-ing a cigarette she asked me to discharge dis-charge her. There is no question pf my discharging Helga, because she has been a tower cf strength to me, willing to make beds, cook formulas, formu-las, wash dishes, even rake leaves and wash windows. Her people and mine have known one another for 300 years. "In the kitchen I have a fine, Willing Will-ing old Chinese, but he Is lame, and Joe's mother gets impatient with his slowness. She never had but the one child, and always had plenty of money, and she does not seem to realize that four small boys are a greater problem than one. "Everything I do displeases her. She asks me what we are having for lunch, and remarks that she will have a sandwich downtown some where. If Joe is tirea iruiame before dinner she babies him; she is 'so sorry, darling, that you have to live in all this confusion and HALF THE WAY If you are the sort of per-son per-son who is. careful to go half the way toward making life pleasant for those around you, Kathleen Norris has a message especially for you. She writes this week of those who hesi-late hesi-late to go three-quarters of the way, or even all the way if necessary,-toward making themselves useful and agree able. We never live complete' ly alone, she says, for there are always fellow employees, neighbors and others with whom we should remain on friendly terms. So we must inevitably in-evitably learn to do not only our share, but a little bit more. l INS WITH t 1 OH. CLOTH Vfl IC WSTEO ON . tJij3 Sri J WEtTlN'TIlC. frfi OVtW ED6B ty fgUJfl hfTi A SMARTLY flounced blanket chest with contrasting cushion is a useful addition to any bedroom. bed-room. It serves as a convenient seat; and extra covers are right at hand on chilly nights. A pair of these, covered to match spreads, would go well with twin beds. Plan the size of your chest to fill your needs and space. It may be made of one-inch pine and should be about 15 inches high without the cushion. Make the flounce with double fullness that is, twice as long as the space it I0USEH01D mm noise; your Mommy would have everything so quiet and orderly for you!' But she never gives a baby a bath or picks up a toy. "Worst of all, she implies to all her friends that Joe married very much beneath him. 'I think, everything every-thing considered, Inga does very well,' she will say purringly. Or, 'Suppose we pronounce that word this way, dear?' And she keeps telling tell-ing me of the rich, fashionable girls Joe might have married. Also I get sick of her saying, 'When my son came to live in my dear old home. On her $75 a month she couldn't keep up a place like this; Joe paid off more than $3,000 in bills for her when we moved in. Seeks a Solution. My solution for your problem, Inga, would be the suggestion that you and Joe study the plan of that old house, to see whether there Is a possibility of dividing off a suite of two or three rooms for his mother, moth-er, giving her her own entrance if possible, her own small kitchen unit if it is only a two-ring gas burner and her own bathroom. In a word, her own establishment. This might cost some hundreds In the beginning, but it would be a good investment keeping this unreasonable un-reasonable woman in the house she loves, keeping her near her son and grandsons, but separating her housekeeping from yours. Once she is removed from inevitable contact with you, it is an easy matter to say hospitably to her, when you have the babies out in the morning sunshine, "Meat cakes for luncheon lunch-eon today. Want to Join us?" Then if she comes, she comes by her own choice, and cannot very well criticize. criti-cize. A Frank Datighter-ln-Law. The other day a young wife of my acquaintance had to write a hard letter. She wrote It to the jealous, critical, unreasonable woman who is her husband's mother. In effect it said: "Because I have protected you, my husband and my little girls love you. But I am going to protect you no longer. Please don't come to my bouse again unless you can refrain from heckling my foreign-born, wonderful won-derful father, who has been for forty years a loyal American. Please never again ask my nurse whether my husband and I ever quarrel. "Please eat what is served at my table as you would eat whatever is served at the table of any friend. Please don't tell my daughters Mama is unreasonable and nervous when I correct thern. Please don't tell my son that his wife's neglect of him is town talk." Confident of his partisanship, the mother-in-law dramatically showed this letter to her son. He read it through with a serious face; read it again. Then he took a pencil from his pocket and marked it with a big check. Equal amounts of coffee and heated milk, sweetened to taste, make an appetizing drink. When ironing no matter what the article, the import&iit thing is to iron it until absolutely dry. If you perspire too freely, throw a handful of salt into your bath water. Save all soot that accumulates in fireplaces and chimneys. Applied Ap-plied dry as a dressing on lawns or in liquid form to plants it makes an excellent fertilizer. After Aft-er mixing soot "withT water let stand until water is clear. Twice a week is often enough to use it on plants. 1 Apply several coats of boiled linseed lin-seed oil to the soles of your shoes and let dry thoroughly to conserve them. Old army and National Guard cloth covered canteens, which may be purchased at army and navy stores, may be used in place of rubber hot-water bottles. ' " '. Use a whisk broom kept for the purpose, and hot water to sprinkle the clothes. They will be more evenly dampened than when sprinkled sprin-kled by hand. is to fill after it is gathered. The cushion may be filled with cotton padding, feathers or down. NOTE: Book No. of the leriel of booklets offered with these 'articles gives directions for flowered blanket protectors nd a bedsld bag for books and.magaw tines. Also riinhy other things to mak for almost nothing from odds and. end to be found tn almost every home. To get copy of Book No. 8 send your order to:' MRS. RUTH WTETU SPEARS Drawsr 10 .-BtdUri .-BtdUri Bills Ktw I.rk Encloss 10 cents tor Book t. Nam , Address Good Work Genuine work alone, what thou workest faithfully, that is eternal, as the Almighty Founder and Worldbuilder himself. Carlyle. 4 m m mm a. a S OHUfvap FOR f1 GO00S 0221: lhii A FlakPwdacti Con.,Bloomnll,N.J. Active Truth Truth like a torch, the more 'tla shook, If shines. William Hamilton. THAT WAT! THE OF THE PRESS Manufacturers and merchants sense the power of the press. Early they began using it to carry their advertising facts and ideas into homes. And they fonnd it a most profitable way in which to tell their story to buyers. And the buyers in turn found it profitable to deal with those who were willing to state in print the Takes and services they offered. |