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Show THE Thursday. December 2, 1937 r MTlll. IT All TIMES-NEW- 1 I ri-- Tl rr PACE SEVEN STAR ; DUST : I OV1C r Alan LeMay Iiy WNU Bervlc Rati lO 2 VIRGINIA VALE HO7SEW r e3 Ruth Wyeth Spears 1A,- l t - J IS a toss up whether ITMadeleine Carroll or Lo- CHAPTER X Continued 12 The sheriff looked doubtful. "Well, I don't luppose an hour or "Thirty hours." Dunn said. Amos shook bis head. "No I can't do that" "Amos," said Dunn, "from the first, you've played into the hands of two" the people that are against the 94. That's your lookout, if you want to do that; I don't figure to make any trouble for you In any way. But I got to have today and tomorrow to put my affairs straight. You give me 30 hours and I give you my word I'll go with you tomorrow night." "I don't question your word, Dunn," Amos said. "But I doubt If the people of the county will stand for It They're sure hollering for an arrest" "It's you that's sheriff," Dunn pointed out "This la the last thing I'm going to ask of you. But I sure got to have until tomorrow night" Sheriff Amos studied him, and appeared to consider for a long time. "I want to be fair, Dunn," he said. "Public opinion is awful strong jgainst you stronger than is reasonable, in a way. This Isn't an easy thing for me to do. You know Marian came running out to him as he unsaddled. "In heaven's name," said Wheel er, "where were you yesterday?" "I was out with my horse what of it? When's Uncle John coming back?" "He'll be back by tonight; he gave Amos his word. Steve and Tulare sighted Lon Magoon "Tia Cara told me all that. But look here where in the world are they hunting for him now? I've ridden all over these hills back here and never saw a sign of them." "They're probably hunting a little farther than you went" "Then," she said, "they're hunting too far away! Because I'm sure I saw Lon Magoon not more than three hours ago." Much riding and the heat of the day had made Wheeler drowsy, but now he snapped sharply awake. "What did he look like?" "A scraggly little man with a rifle In his hands; he was on a good sorrel with a blaze face and one white leg." "Good lord! Did he see you?" "I don't think so. After he was out of sight I got back here as fast as I could. I was praying some- - up" that" "Tomorrow night," Dunn said stubbornly. "Tomorrow night, then," the sheriff agreed at last ' . - . , ' ; i i4 ' ' ' " CHAPTER XI Horse Dunn watched the dust of the sheriff's car settle reluctantly upon the dry flats until he was sure Walt Amos was on his way. "Saddle up," he ordered. "Get a fresh horse, Tulare." Out at the corrals they roped square - built hill - running ponies. "Horse," Billy said, "how big a fool is Magoon?" "Magoon's a queer one, all right If it weren't for that I'd say he must be clear of the killings, or why ain't he in Mexico by now? But he hasn't got all of his buckles and that's a break for us. Because we sure need to catch us a witness." Tulare put in, his mouth full of bread and meat he had grabbed from the kitchen. "Witness, hell! I bet he shotgunned Flagg himself, for the dough he had on him. He probably sold Flagg the horse and saddle in Pahranagat then rode along with him, waiting his chance. Then later he downed Cayuse because Cay-us- e caught up to him. Get it?" "I can't swaller any set-u- p that doesn't show the Link Bender crowd at the bottom of it," Horse Dunn said flatly. He jerked tight his latigo. "Magoon is most likely headed out of the country. But here's what we do: Tulare, you got the fastest horse. You circle to the head of the Tamale Vine, by way of the upper bench, and try to beat Magoon to the Pass." "Billy, you strike northwest into the There's a bare point country. chance that Magoon will skirt along the foothills, picking a pass north of where we're figuring on. Get yourself a good high lookout, and camp there until tomorrow." "This is as good a try as any," Tulare approved. "Then let 'er buck! And if either of you meet up with Marian, you send her home Billy, leave word with Tia Cara where we've gone." He put his horse out of the layout at a sharp jog, Tulare beside him. Wheeler held back long enough to urge his horse to drink, and get himself a canteen; then he also struck out northward, along the outer edge of the brush. Two hours before dusk he took his post on a high rocky point far to northward of the 94. He hid his horse, sprawled with his back against a hot rock, and swept the rolling country. Quickly his eye picked out the trails a rider would follow in moving from the Tamale Vine toward the northwest passes. Far out on the dusty Bats he could make out dots that were cattle; but in all that vast visible range he could find no mounted man, and nothing moved on the trails he fruitlessly watched. Dusk came on, cool and clear and utterly still, and after a long time the twilight faded, slowly giving way to the faint light of appearing stars, and Wheeler had sighted no one. An hour before dawn he was watching again, awaiting the first light But morning showed only the same vast empty range; and three hours after sun-u- p he knew he must give it up. He saddled his pony and dropped down from his lookout One by one he sought out and examined the trails he had picked as the ones Magoon might use. This took time; trails easily visible from his high lookout were many slow miles apart for a rider on the ground. Still he found no sign; and he at last turned towprd the 94, disgusted. It was deep into the afternoon by the time his thirst-frettepony bruught him in, disgusted, to d Iho 94 "But I'm Not Going Back." body would be here. But I've been here over an hour. I thought nobody was ever going to come." "Can you find the place where he was?" "Of course." It cost fresh ponies an hour's hard work to take them to the place where Marian had seen the armed rider; yet Wheeler was astonished. The 94 riders were casting wide, blocking off distant passes and if Marian was right Magoon had doubled back to take cover almost under their own roof. Marian led Billy to a vast gulch, in a country heavy with desert juniper and scrub V-c- oak. "He was riding down here, headed west I was in those upper ledges." In the broad canyon the ground was flinty, but ' in the bottom of a slender ribbon of gravelly sand wound a crooked course, marking the run-of- f of last winter's rains. Wheeler presWorking ently found what he was after: the trail of a horse crossing a twist in the sands of the vanished creek. "Marian you sure seem to have done what failed us all! Can you read that trail?" "No." "A tired horse, unshod, ridden over rocks for three, four days; trying to hurry, plugging along steadily, and straight " He let his voice trail off. Some isolated memory from far back was troubling him, trying to make itself known. He knew this place; once Jbefore, years ago, he had ridden here, but only once, for the poor feed called few cattle. He rememwater. bered bitter, soapy-tastin- g Suddenly he remembered. "There's some sort of old shelter up here some fool mining men had it once. There's a little water there, not much good, and stock can't get at it; riders don't go through there once a year. Marian, if I can work this right we've got him!" "He has nearly three hours' start, Billy." "But his horse is close to played out He'll figure to hide out up there and rest If I can come on hm before dark I can catch him in a straight run." Marian's eyes shone with a queer, fearful light "Now? Tonight?" within the four "Right now miles." "You will be careful, won't you?" "Sure. By the time you get back to the ranch your uncle should be there. Tell him" "By the time I get back?" "Of course he told Amos he'd be back. Tell him to send somebody with a fresh led horse. I'm going sure are going back! What are you talking about?" "I found this trail," she said with an odd, tremulous stubbornness, "and I mean to follow It out." "Look here, Marian! This man Is mixed up somehow with the killing of Bob Flagg. He may even be guilty himself. For all we know, he'll fight like a cornered wolf." "I'm going on," she said again. Wheeler saw that the girl was grave, nervous. He said suddenly, "Are you afraid to ride back alone?" "If you were going back, I would still go up this trail." "In God's name, Marian, what's the matter with you?" "Nothing's the matter with me." "She was pale and quiet and she sat very still in her saddle; but, strangely, he thought he had never seen her more alive. Suddenly It seemed to him that a great unsuspected strength linked this girl to the desert hills; and that behind it perhaps lay fires he had never seen. The twilight was deepening in the broad reaches of the canyon, and little time was left Even a worn-ou- t horse could get away if the dark closed down. "Take my word for it" he said brusquely, "you're going back now, right now!" "Are you ordering me?" "Call it that." "I think," she said, "you can't do that" "You think I can't?" "What can you do?" For a moment it seemed to him that there was nothing he could do. In the face of an immediate necessity he found himself helpless. Then it occurred to him that there might after all, be one way, only one. His mouth and eyes set hard, and he kicked his pony sideways, close to hers. "You think- - I can't send you out of this?" he said. He leaned out of his saddle and with one arm clamped her hard against him. With the other hand he turned her face upward; and he kissed her mouth, certain that she would ride with him no farther. For a moment she was motionless except that he felt a sharp quiver run through her body, and her lips trembled under his. Since the first only time he had kissed her, two. years ago, he had thought that he could never forget the soft warmth of her lips, the fragile resilience of her slim body; but now the actuality of the girl in his arms half stunned him, she had been untouchable as a dream for so long. He thought he swayed in the saddle, and the twilight about them turned suddenly dark and unreal. A strand of her fine hair touched his eyes, lightly as the touch of a breath; he felt the faint pulsation of her breast He did not know that his arm tightened about her so. that he almost broke her in two. Then her body twisted and she struck spurs to her pony, so that he had to release her to avoid dragging her out of the saddle. His voice shook with the curbed pressure of an emotion he mistook for anger as he said savagely, "Now go on back!" She sat a little apart from him, and her pony stood head high, very shaky from the sharp unsteadiness of her hand upon the curb. She said, "I suppose that's the bitterest thing that ever happened to me. Can't you ever do anything but hurt and destroy and break up?" "Will you go back?" he said between his teeth. "No! I most certainly will notl" Her voice was repressed, but there was smoky fire in her eyes. and the upward twitch of her eye brows as she spoke out of her an ger was strangely suggestive of Horse Dunn. He looked her in the eyes, and he knew that he could in no way bend her will. A great sense of fatalism over hi-j- Billy Wheeler's eyes were sweeping the upper levels as he stepped out of the saddle. In the ragged brush and upthrust ledges above that forgotten, nameless canyon, a thousand horsemen could have been hidden within the quarter mile. His eyes were grim as he. passed his reins to the girl. "Marian, for the last time won't anything I can say or do make you go back?" "No!" She smiled, faintly, a little grim stubborn smile. "You can't seem to understand that I " A sharp report sounded above, and Marian's pony suddenly folded at the knees. It went down on its side like a great sand bag, and was still before the echoes had died from the rifle in the upper rocks. Wheeler's pony reared, tearing free its head, and bolted down the canyon. He sprang toward Marian. She had swung herself clear, and was already getting up beside her fallen horse. "Get down quick, behind the horse!" She hesitated, but he did not. He seized her shoulders, deftly kicked her heels from under her and laid her flat behind her dead pony. "Stay there!" He pulled his gun and moved five yards to one side, standing up to draw what further fire there might be. A minute passed, two minutes, while he watched for movement on the upper rim; but there was no sound or shot The desert hills were as silent and empty as before, except for the dyn ing rattle of hoofs from Wheeler's stampeding pony. Marian's voice came to him. "What in the world happened?" "Somebody took your pony through the head with a rifle, is all." A crazy red anger was on him. Loose in these hills was a man as dangerous and unaccountable as a wild animal with hydrophobia. For the first time he inclined to Tulare's belief that Magoon was the killer. (TO BE CONTIWED) down-canyo- Made the Great Pearl Button Industry of mussels in Michi The hi.'itory mussel-producin- rl g tta Young will be the dressed screen star this winter. Miss Carroll writes from Paris that she Is having the time of her life selecting costumes for "The River Is Blue" which she will start making for Walter Wanger when she returns to re most-exquisite- ly Hollywood. I.oretta Young was in New York recently buying fur coats, hats, mid dresses by the score, just as if she T hadn't had any new i clothes in ages, Hollywood designers f g have just about run out of Ideas for Lo- - I , retta for In her last four pictures she hai had altogether some 80 changes of i i ''fJ If. iJ one was supposed to be a knockout The more extreme bizarre clothes the better she keeps designers LLJ Madeleine and Carrall are. likes them so she working overtime. You will be hearing a lot from now on about Hona Massey, who makes her American screen debut in "Rosalie." Officials of the company are so delighted with her performance in a minor role that they are going to give her the title role In 'Tompadour," one of the mjt alluring beauties in history or drama. high-angle- d Mussel Shells, Worth Many Millions, gan is not much different from that in other areas, observes a writer in the Detroit Free Press. When a maker of mother-of-peabuttons from sea shells in Europe, moved to Muscatine, Iowa, in 1890, and turned out pearl buttons from fresh water mussels on a little hand machine, the exploitation of the nation's mussel beds was inevitable. As soon as the business was a success, American brains and capital came into the picture. Power machines were invented to make mussel shells into pearl buttons. The business grew rapidly. The great Mississippi river, the "father of waters," had a natural supply of mussel beds, untouched by the greed of man. It was the largest supply of fresh water mussels shells and fresh water pearls in the world, worth many millions of dollars. Some of these beds produced 3,000 to 4.000 tons of mussel shells to the mile. One man with a mussel boat could catch from one "But I'm not going back." He stared at her a moment. "You to two tons of shells a day. Some to" came him. This had been his position her ever since the begiiuiini' boxed in without weapons and w ithout choice. Now, unable to nan.io this girl, he still had to go on. Without a word he turned his pony's j up the gulch. He put his horse into the suut:is sand of the dry stream, and prised into a shuffling Jog; and they ro !e for a long time, while the slow twilight deepened. Wheeler tl; ii'iht that he had never seen any d.ert country so bleak and lifeless-n- ot excepting the Red Sleep, where C had found Bob Flagg wrapped in eternal stillness under the red rock. And although Marian's pony trailed close behind his own, It seemed to him that he had never been so utterly alone, In a vacant world. Once as he swung crosswise In his saddle to turn to Marian, he caught her brushing tears from her cheeks with her gloved fingers. Presently, he said In a low voice, "If a gun cracks, go to the ground, and take any cover there is." They plugged along another mile, The while the canyon narrowed. light was failing fast Marian whispered, "Billy!" He stopped his horse and she came up, stirrup to stirrup. Her eyes were fixed on the high south rim of the gulch. She said almost lnaudibly, "There's a rider up there. I saw him cross between those rabbit-ear rocks." They sat still for a long minute, listening. The gash In the rocks that Marian indicated was no more than a hundred yards away on a line, and the dusk was very still, but Wheeler could detect no least sound of a walking horse. "It must have been a trick of the light" Wheeler said. "Billy, I saw him as plainly as I see you here, now." He hesitated a moment more, then stepped to the ground. "Hold my pony." found fresh water pearls worth thousands of dollars each. The manufacturers in the button business were no different from other manufacturers. They were in business for profit not for health. They made more and better machinery. They glutted the market. The shrewder men uncovered new markets, and whipped the old china and horn buttons out of existence. The fresh water pearl button became the strongest, most beautiful and best button that was ever put on manufactured garments. In the search for new sources of supply, the Michigan mussel beds were discovered, among whieh those of the Grand river were most productive. Their history Is the same as that of the Mississippi; in fact, the same as that of the exploitation of most of our natural resources. Danes Built Limerick Limerick, third city in size in the Irish Free State, was built by the Danes. It boasts the prettiest giri in Ireland. " There Is one popular radio player who will have to mend her ways if she ever goes Into motion pictures and most of them do sooner or later. Alice Frost of the "Big Sister" cast comes out of rehearsals with her forehead all smudged. She holds a pencil in her hand, and in a moment of dramatic tension Invariably draws the point across her forehead. The jinx that has dogged the footsteps of all Hollywood players who appeared on the Broadway stage this season has at last been knocked out. Frances Farmer broke the spell. She opened recently in "Golden Boy," a play about a prize fighter, and the critics went into rhapsodies over her deft playing of romantic scenes. illlli m 111 A Thumbtack Your Draperies to a Hoard. "T'O GIVE draperies the smartly tailored effect obtained by the professional decorator, a valance board must be used. A straight one by two inch board will be needed. A small finishing nail in the top of the window casing near each end and screw eyes placed near the top of the back of the valance board will hold it in place as shown at A. Both side drapes and valance may be thumbtacked to the board and then be quickly hung all at once by hooking the screw eyes over the finishing nails. Think of the advantage on cleaning day! Just lift board and all oft the nails and take outside for dusting. Tack the side drapes to the board first as at B, arranging fullness in flat pleats. In making the valance, allow enough material to around the ends of the board as at C; then tack it along the top, stretching it just enough so that it is perfectly 6mooth. The valance shown here is made fold I ? I II ', of glazed chintz and matches the glazed chintz border that faces the edges of the side drapes. The glass curtains may be hung just inside the window frame or to the bottom of the valance board. Every Homemaker should have a copy of Mrs. Spears' new book, Forty-eigh- t SEWING. pages of p directions for making step-by-ste- slipcovers and dressing tables; restoring and upholstering chairs, couches; making curtains for ev ery type of room and purpose. Making lampshades, rugs, ottomans and other useful articles for the home. Readers wishing a copy should send name and address, enclosing 25 cents, to Mrs. Spears, 210 South Desplaines St., Chicago, Illinois. WOIV-- P Advertising Did It In 18G9, when advertising was almost unknown, the total value of manufactured products in the United States amounted to onlji As a result of cre $3,335,860,354. ating a demand through advertis ing the value of our manufactured products increased over a period of 60 years to a total of l rS 4 $70,434,-863,44- 3. vv - New Excuse Policeman How did the accident happen? Motorist My wife fell asleep in some of the back seat. Radio performers develop the strangest hobbies, but for the present Tony Wons, the C. B. S. philosopher, is leading them all. He makes violins. He makes violins with the utmost care out of any old thing he finds lying around the house. Inspired, possibly by Bob Burns and his far famed bazooka, he his made one out of a piece of tin stovepipe and the tone to his surprise is exoellent. Rastus was bemoaning his laziness to his friend. "She's so lazy," he said, "dat she done put popcorn in de pancakes so they'll flop over by wife's dent-selves- ." Menthol Cough Drops Ilomage "When Robinson returned from abroad he fell on his face and kissed the ground of his native The battle of the two great glamtown?" orous stars of the screen, Garbo and "Emotion?" no out to be battle Deitrich, turns "No; banana skin!" see their new picat all when you tures, "Conquest" and "Angel." Garbo Is so far in the lead that there is just no competition at all. "Conquest" is a lavishly-produceromance of the historically-faithfu- l time of Napoleon, and Garbo as the lovely Countess Walewska has never been more appealing. "Angel," on the other hand, is just an inconsequential modern triangle story in which the camera lingers on Miss Deitrich to the exclusion of any action. Because of her good work In the new Fred Astaire picture, "Damsel in Distress," Joan Fontaine is going to get a strange reward. She Is going to be starred in "Curtain Call," which Katherine Hepburn turned down. Don't think she minds though. taking this It is a grand story. Edgar Bergen and Charlie McCarthy will be in the cast of a new comedy that will feature Irene Dunne and as a result she is the, envy of all Hollywood as well as the public at Her outstand si. f a J large. ing success as a comedienne In "The ! Awful Truth" influ t enced Universal to nnetnnnp thpir hint- raphy of Madame Curie and instead of Charlie tha story to cast McCarthy her in a comedy. Thus she has established herself as a double threat actress, at home in heavy drama as well as light farce. i-- "teJ ODDS A!D ENDS Constance Bennett is the envy of all the pampered stars, because Alfalfa Sweizer of "Our Gang" comedies serenades her in his hilariously-uncertaiKen tenor Murray and Edgar Bergen have evithat they are in picdently deculed tures to stay because they have both Al Jolson's ranches near out bought . . . Ann Sothrn's sister, Bonnie Lake, has composed a song and sold it for "Girl of the Golden ff'e.sC . . . Kate Smith is toying tcith the idea of trying motion p'ctitres annin. 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