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Show THE LE III SUN, LEI1I, UTAH ! i American Troops Land at Harbors on Guam mm WW 0MAM4! III TUB STORY THUS FAR: Mary Suth erland, an Eastern ftrl, It lured to Art-tens Art-tens by the advertisement! of the Wajen Wheel dude ranch operated by Ma and pa. Burdan. She It met at the itatlen toy Len Henley, rodeo rider. Who tells ber that the Wagon Wheel hat gone out ot business. While at Phoenix Lea enters the rodeo, drawing a bronc known as Mad Hatter. Mary learns that Len loves ber and that his father disapproves the snatch. She wagers one thousand to three thousand that Len will ride Mad Hatter. He succeeds, but if Injured. Mary buys the Burdan equity In Wagon Wheel, outbidding Ham Henley. Ham, feeling the ranch Is bis, offers It to bis son. CHAPTER X A long silence. Then, "And, ol course, Mary, there is your family to consider." "I have a feeling the champion cowboy of the world would not strike their fancy as hard as he struck mine." She came baofc te the bedside, bed-side, took his band and held It "I suppose you and your father have seen enough exhibits A in blue ever-lls, ever-lls, cowboy boots and big hats to support his thesis?" He nodded lugubriously. "Len, da you really and truly love met" "So much I think I shall never get over wanting you. What I feel lor you is something I have never lelt for any woman an I have had any. little romances and dreamed . few silly dreams that faded long before I got back to the inspiration ior them. But you were different. I have never before met--a girl like you! You're the first specimen of your world that I have ever known-it's known-it's the grand passion, I suppose. It is said to come once to every man." He looked up at her and she saw misery in his eyes. "Your going will leave a scar," he whispered. "You think I ought to go, "Don Xeonardo?" , "It would be safer to retreat. Mine is a small world, yours a large one . . ; you have many opportunities to forget . . . love isn't enough for happy life, my dear one. You would have to have congenial surroundings sur-roundings and congenial friends I, I wouldn't be enough for you." 'Til not put you up against such a grim decision," she promised. Two minutes later his father walked into the room. "Passed your dude girl friend down in the lower tall," he announced. "She didn't see me. She was cry in. You two 3een puttin' on the gloves, son?" "We will not be seeing each other gain, sir." "Maybe that's just as well, Len. Mind tellin' the old rftan what the truckus was about?" "There was no ruckus. We're both civilized. It was a mistake we both recognized it and faced it. I'd been -thinking about what you said and decided you were right, so when she came in here about five minutes ago I let her have it. There was mo sparring. I had to get it off my -chest" "That took guts," his father murmured. mur-mured. "At your age I lacked "em." "Don't bother buying the Wagon "Wheel for me, father," bis son went on wearily. "I had a day dream -about it once and the dream faded I wouldn't be too happy there now, so forget it." He reached out 41 hand groping for his father's. "When I get well you might give ane a job, pappy. I know you better bet-ter than I used to . . "All right, we'll forget the Wagon "Wheel," his father said, happy be-cause be-cause there existed now no reason why they should ever mention it again. Apparently she hadn't told Ihim and she wouldn't now. . . . In the privacy of her room Mary distilled her cargo of woe in tears which did not last long, for hers was a resilient nature and she had a normal, healthy contempt for women who wept unless their honest emotions have been sacrificed. And there was a question before her now she had to find an answer to it. If she returned to New York it -would be to a home deserted save tor their butler and his wife, the cook and there would be Joe Blanking, Blan-king, ready to pounce on her. She had fled to Arizona to escape Joe Blanding and his constant pleading with her to marry him. She despised de-spised Joe Blanding, although her mother bad done all in her power to torward a marriage between them. He was the typical rich man's son-Idle, son-Idle, selfish, prodigal where his own comfort was concerned, but parsi-monioua parsi-monioua otherwise; a play-boy who, not knowing how to live, drank to conceal his boredom. How she shrank from seeing Joe Blanding again and of course she wouldn't be back in town a week before he would know it and come whining around! The man was impervious to rebuffs; a dozen times she had refused to marry him, but still he persisted, apparently in the belief that he would, eventually, wear down her resistance. And he was such a whimpering weakling about It He had no compunetion about descending to the unutterable vulgarity vul-garity of tears in bis efforts to im press her with the depth of his love. He seemed to think the profundity I of his passion was a rare and holy j hing with which no sane woman j M fail to be impressed. ' " spend the next three , PETER B. KYNE months on the Wagon Wheel? she thought She had a feeling that soli-tude soli-tude might be good for her in her present mood. The Burdans, she knew, planned to return to the ranch in a day or two to gather up a few personal belongings and they had no plans for the future. It might be possible to engage them to live at the Wagon Wheel with her. Ma could cook and keep house for her and Pa could furnish protection. She would buy a cheap horse and ride around the country, look it over and wonder how she'd like to live in it. Margaret Maxwell might like to make her a visit there. She telephoned the Burdans and outlined her proposition. Both, regarding re-garding her as the new and, presumably, pre-sumably, active owner of the ranch, had, been hugging the hope she would engage them, for they found it heart-breaking to separate themselves them-selves from a spot grown immeasurably immeas-urably dear to them. "Cook?" Ma shrilled. "Miss Sutherland, Suth-erland, I don't lay down my skillet to nobody. I'm one o these here old-time home-cookin' bodies an' I'm here to tell you the big mistake we made in our dude business was me not doin the cookin'. But we got the "Len, do you really and truly love me?" notion dudes on a real cow outfit wanted life the way the cowboys lived it so we had 'em eat with the help an' a round-up cook prepared the grub and served it You give us seventy-five a month an one o' them dude cottages to live in an' I'll cook and Pa'll putter." "Let's go out tomorrow," Mary suggested. "Have you room for my two trunks, a suit-case and a bag in your station wagon?" "Certainly have," Ma replied happily, hap-pily, "but we got to lay in some grub before we start. The commissary com-missary was low when we left" When the Burdan station wagon crossed the bridge over the Hassy-ampa Hassy-ampa River, Mary east a swift glance-down on the sand-bar where she had knelt to learn the wishes of the Spirit That had been a delightful de-lightful little fiction then, but today to-day she wasn't so certain, for she was sensible of more than a visitor's visi-tor's interest in Arizona! They stopped at Congress Junction, which she knew would be her postoffice address, and Ma went in for the mail; then they rolled on west to Sushuaro, following a narrow gravelly grav-elly road through the desert. They crossed a dry wash at the bottom of a canyon and climbed out of the wash to a mesa. A coyote loped across the road in front of them and the red-crested Gambrel's quail appeared in small flocks in the open. And here, for the first time, Mary saw cattle wearing the Wagon Wheel brand, which wasn't really a wagon wheel, but a circle equally divided into eight parts. They came to a crest presently and Ma stopped and pointed: "There she is, Miss Sutherland. There's your Wagon Wheel headquarters." head-quarters." Ma threw the distant scene a kiss. "Honey," she said with deep feeling, "I certainly never expected to get back to you again." In a valley a few hundred feet below them a cluster of buildings stood, surrounded by trees. Stretching Stretch-ing southwest from these buildings a white boulder-strewn wash about a hundred yards wide wound away out of sight. This wash was the Santa Maria River, although in summer sum-mer it shrank to a mere trickle and a few pools among the boulders. Far beyond, a flat-topped mountain probably prob-ably six or seven thousand feet high towered against the cerulean sky. West and north lew hills stretched away into infinity; they were gray close at hand and a deepening blue as they receded. A siler.ee lay upon the land and Mary thought she had W.N O SLRV1CS. never beheld a scene of greater solitude soli-tude and loneliness. "Ain't it beautiful?" Ma asked huskily. The Wagon Wheel, Mary thought, was beautiful in the sense that a snarling tiger is beautiful; it had a quality she found sinister under the harsh noon light; all around her was the armed desert growth, with little open spaces between. She didn't see anything a cow should find edible, yet, to her amazement the cattle they passed looked sleek. "You'll love it," Ma assured her. "It may take time but you'll love it At first maybe it'll frighten you but pretty soon it'll begin to get under your skin. It's just that Arizona's Ari-zona's different an' sort o' shocks ah easterner when he meets her in a state o' nature, like a gal caught in the bathtub." Ma let in the clutch. "Come to think of it I got a settin' hen due to hatch today or tomorrow. Glory be, I'll be home in time." She rolled down the grade, sounding sound-ing the siren, pulled into the ranch yard and shrieked. "Whoop-e-e-e!" She climbed out and hurried into the house of which she was still, at heart the mistress. "You got five bedrooms in this ranch-house to choose from, Miss Mary," she announced, an-nounced, "an don't go into the patio until I scout it first There was a rattlesnake hummin' his love song there the mornin I left. We used to have a she cat here that kept the place free o' rattlers she'd jump around 'em an tease 'em to strike at her an' miss, an' when they got tired an slowed up she'd sneak on 'em from the rear an' ketch 'em by the back o' the neck an then her an' her kittens et the brute. But she got old an' slowed up herself an one day she didn't Jump fast enough an' the snake got her. Now we'll be more or less snake-ridden around headquarters until Pa can break in a new she. She's is the best because be-cause a she's always out to protect her young an rustle 'em up some grub." Mary left her setting about the preparation of luncheon in a nice large kitchen, modern in every respect re-spect Beyond the kitchen was a butler's pantry that accommodated a small bar. The dining room was beyond that and opened on a large living room that stretched across the front of the building. The living room, in turn, gave to a gun and trophy room. The building was in the form of a U, with the open end facing southeast and five bedrooms, bed-rooms, with baths formed the other side of it with French windows opening on a large patio. A halfhearted half-hearted effort had been made once to plant a garden here, but evidently evi-dently Pa had gotten tired or disgusted. dis-gusted. There was a fountain in the center, surmounted by a very good bronze of a bronco buster on a bucking horse and a scarlet flycatcher fly-catcher sat on the ouster's outflung arm. Mary liked the furniture. It was all unstained oak and custom-made and the mattresses were excellent, the bedding of the best. The floors were laid with Navajo rugs and the light fixtures were of hammered bronze. She saw the Wagon Wheel had its own little independent lighting light-ing plant There was a huge fireplace fire-place in the living room and a smaller small-er one in the gun room and each bedroom; lithographs of paintings by Frederick Remington and Charles Russell adorned the walls; on each side of the living room fireplace there were built-in bookcases containing con-taining reprint editions of western novels. A cheap piano that could be played manually or mechanically mechanical-ly gave an air of elegance and there was a combination radio and phonograph. To Mary's amazement the house furnishings proclaimed comfort and good taste. Every room had doors that could be opened on both sides and Mary was to learn that this was to provide a cooling draft during the hot summer. This main ranch-house was of adobe brick with a wide colonnade around the outside of it; the roof was of red tile, and Virginia creeper and Cape jasmine ran up the pillars pil-lars of the colonnade and crept over the roof of it The floor of this colonnade was of large square red tiles and there were benches set at intervals. Surrounding the main house, but at some little ."istance from it were four small guest cottages, cot-tages, also of adobe, and furnished for housekeeping in the event a dude preferred his own cooking and greater privacy. A neglected lawn of Dutch clover surrounded all the f uving quaners; west or them was the bunkhouse, help's mess hall and kitchen, the blacksmith shop, garage, ga-rage, a large barn and a corral in which about twenty nondescript horses, some mules and two Cuem sey cows stood listlessly. Large pecan trees gave a promise of shade in the summer and there was a grove 01 grapeiruit trees, some avocados and an open patch of ground that evidently would be. a vegetable garden in the spring. There was a wooden tower with a small tank on it over a well from which the water was lifted by a small windmill. A friendly shep-1 herd dog and two cats followed the new unuci wii ut wui ui iiiayecuop ol tne grounas. ITO EE CONTINUED) Washington, D. C. NAZI PEACE FEELERS Reports that the German generali revolted against Hitler only aftei peace negotiations with Russia failed, have caused Washington dip-lomatlc dip-lomatlc sources to reveal that, on two previous occasions, German peace feelers were extended to Russia. Rus-sia. In fact there was a very deep fear in U. S. army-navy circles that Russia might be tempted by these earlier offers, especially during the dayajvhen no second front had been started and when Stalin was bitter against the Allies for not starting it. Nazi peace offer number 1 was made several months after Stalingrad, Stalin-grad, during the early winter of 1943. The peace proposal was made by the Japanese ambassador in Moscow, Mos-cow, who, being neutral, was in a position to lay the 'matter before Foreign Commissar Molotoff. Just what was in the Nazi olive branch Is not definitely known, though Hitler Hit-ler was reported ready to give back to the Russians all of their pre-1939 territory except the Ukraine. Molotoff is reported to have torn up the offer and thrown it into the waste-basket Nazi peace offer number 2 was made in the summer of 1943 in a villa on the outskirts of Stockholm. It was made by Hans Thomsen, German Ger-man ambassador to Sweden and former for-mer charge d'affaires in Washington. Washing-ton. Thomsen, who speaks perfect English, was born of a Norwegian father, and married a Hungarian who was openly bitter against Hitler and constantly damned him at Washington Wash-ington dinner parties. Washington hostesses never knew whether Frau Thomsen really hated Hitler or was putting on an act to show that there could be freedom of expression among Germans. At any rate, Hitler later gave her husband a position of great trust as his own personal interpreter, then sent him to Sweden, where Thomsen Thom-sen handled the peace discussion with the Russians. The Stockholm olive branch also was rebuffed by the Russians, though they didn't hesitate to let the Allies know that something like this was being talked about even Intimated that, if the second front wasn't opened before long, the next olive branch might be more acceptable, Churchill never took any stock In these intimations, claimed the Russians were bluffing and would never make a separate peace with the Nazis. His thesis was that Stalin would be thrown out of Russia if he did. This was one reason why Churchill kept pulling back from starting a second front. Roosevelt, however, felt that (1) it was only fair to the Russians Rus-sians to carry out what we had promised them and the world as early as 1942; that (2) a second front was the one way to keep Germany busy on two fronts and end the war in a hurry. DESTRUCTION OF THE ROBOT Authentic London reports are not too encouraging regarding destruction destruc-tion of the robot bomb. Greatest success has been in knocking it out in the air with fighter planes. However, How-ever, it takes a robot just 3 minutes min-utes to cross the channel, so the fighters have to work with terrific speed. (Total time from the bomb's launching until the time it hits London Lon-don is estimated at 10 minutes.) If they knock the bomb down over London, it explodes with just as much damage as if they had let it alone, so there is only one place to go after it over the channel. Once a robot escapes the fighters and passes over London, anti-aircraft fire is stopped and the only thing to do is to let the bomb take its course and explode wherever it hits. Furthermore, it is not easy to knock down a robot over the channel. Gunfire must strike its nose in order or-der to explode it. A cannon ball in the body of the robot plane, however, how-ever, will usually knock it out. Some intrepid fighters have flown up very Cl0sethe robot cannot fire back and tipped up its wing with the wing of the fighter. NOTE The Germans recently have perfected a clock which goes off inside the robot about ten minutes min-utes after it leaves France, or about the time it is over London. This clock turns the robot's tail rudder so that it makes an eerie, graceful curve as if someone wtie inside piloting it, or as if it were radio-controlled. radio-controlled. This sudden turn is calculated cal-culated by the Germans to send it in a different direction from that in which the British are preparing to receive it EOEOT BOMBS IN LONDON The uncensored diplomatic pouch from London reports that the proportion pro-portion of Americans being killed by Hitler's robot bombs is greater than the proportion of British. This is because Americans in London haven't learned to adjust themselves to living in a city where death lurks at every corner. Because Americans aren't trained in watching for means of protection in the street, they lose that split second's sec-ond's time necessary to get out of the way of flying glass and bricks. i ."4 & W 1,1 r--Tv -C-ri 0 ''I '44 40 145 1-Z- r i nr I A.. .. VI f! I 1 Guam, first American possession to fall to the Japs, Is back under control of the military authorities. After the U. S. naval task forces subjected Jap Installations to Intermittent bombardment, the marines and army troops established beachheads. The Yanks drove northward and southward on the west coast, captured airports air-ports destroyed during the bombardment, killed hundreds of Japanese, destroyed tanks and Installations and took possession of all major objectives. Yanks Take j juguupjuii m ijifKiji.iji i iiiiiiiiiiiijihiii hi i inij.gg.nnwi jhji.h.iiu 1 1 1 ii ii i 1 1 m hi ijimw nirriTiri ri i"iri--ij sjk - i f A Yank Infantryman dashes down the street to cover past a knocked-out U. S. tank destroyer (left), in the shell-riddled town of St. Lo, France, during the mopping up of that section. Right German prisoners, some of them without shoes, are herded through a ruined street in St. Lo. The German communications center in Normandy was captured by American forces after some of the most savage fighting of the invasion. Roosevelt's Memorial Service y?vj'.: , , f , 7 , , i ' f ' V Shown entering Christ church, to attend services for Brig. Gen. Theodore Theo-dore Roosevelt Jr., are left to right, Mrs. Theodore Roosevelt and son, Lieut. Theodore Roosevelt III, behind them are Mrs. Theodore Roosevelt Roose-velt III, and brother, Lieut. Cornelius Roosevelt, USNR, and in rear, Lieut. Comdr. and Mrs. William McMillan, daughter. U. S. Fire Engine r - -.t, lift View of a comer of Central Flaza In Mexico City during the "battle" that raged there when police and firemen, with aid of $16,000 fire engine, recently imported from the United Stales, attempted to break up an Illegal meeting of the National Proletarian Front. The fire engine was totally destroyed and scores were injured. 'SrX.' v? Sumav iVll iuJ I 1 Prisoners and Mop Up St. Lo PI 45 t k . 4 1 4. at IVIexico Riot . S'" - . ' . ... L-, --J- , - I (FprtApugan Agat tamiam 334)(Highest point) 20 GUAM 5 "4 II h, ! ' i S 8 xt i-Ki. P 4 tt Allied Ace of Aces With 59 German planes to his credit, Lieut. Col. Aledandre Fok-ryshkin, Fok-ryshkin, of the Soviet air force, is the top Allied ace of the war. He shot down 48 of bis victims while flying an American P-39, Airaco-bra, Airaco-bra, the famed cannon fighter. Comforts of Home MaJ. 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