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Show ( Thursday, December 9, 1937 THE TIMES-NEW- NEIMII. S. I T, PACE SEVEN ,11 Home Heating KEL Hints "JSSa CATTLE KINGDOM Keep Air Out of Steam and net .Water Badiatora So Heat Cau Circulate Freely jVfiEQUENTLY I get complaints rs j ur the coils can fill with steam. This usually is simple, being remedied by automatic air valves. If your Tuaiaior nas sucn vaives ana the CHAPTER XI Continued IS j unraaiaiors remain screw the little plug at the top of the valve, tightening the plug again when all the air escapes from the valves. Putting the vent valves for a few hours in a con-- ! tainer of kerosene also helps to eliminate the air. However, if neither of these operations corrects the trouble--or ' should the coils fill with water it would be a good policy to have an expert check the valves and remedy the difficulty. 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Lon Magoon, hall outall coyote, law, half sneak-thie- t might have turned at last Into something which must be destroyed at sight, without hesitation. Then he walked to the dead horse and roughly verified the angle ot the shot; then turned and began to climb the canyon slope. "Billy, come back! You can't" "You stay down," be ordered her savagely. "Or by God, I'll tie you down with my plgging-stringl- " It would have been easy then to walk into gunfire, easy to shoot it out with an ambushed man. Always keeping his eye on Marian's position, he searched those upper slopes, backward, forward, and quartering. But what happened to him was the one hardest thing of all to find the broken country empty and silent, with nothing In it to fight or trail. In the end he could only go back to the girl with no result to show, and no assurance as to what was ahead. He would not have been surprised, when he turned bis back on that emptiness, if a gun had spoken from a place where no one was, and brought him down. "No catchum," he told Marian. She had not stayed under cover, but was sitting on a rock, a little apart from her dead horse. No use quarreling with her over that; she had already proved to him that he couldn't control anything she chose to do. He put himself between her and the rim. "It's a long walk back," he said morosely. "That's my fault. I'm not used to this stuff, or I wouldn't have lost my pony. When I saw your horse drop I lost my head, I guess." "Because it was I," she said with g an unexpected, clarity. "We'd better get going, I think." "We can't go on? And get" "That must have been the man we were alter, mat tuiiea your asBssji through" "Shucks, now!" She was silent, and they sat looking into the fire. The smell ot autumn was cool and clean in the air, d across the dry sage; and the moon faintly mellowed the chill of darkness on the gaunt hills, so that they sat here in unreality, as if In a dream. "Some places," he said, "they call that a harvest moon; the Indians call it the hunting moon, and they used te make by red-gol- smoke-medicin- it" "What do you call it?" "Well sometimes we call it a Because it puts a coyote moon. She drew a deep breath, and stood up. For a moment she looked all about her, upward at the high, towering rims. Then suddenly he saw her sway. He stepped forward in time to steady her with his hands on her arms. And now he found that she was trembling violently. Her face was white, making her eyes look enormous, and very dark. "Billy I'm afraid" She sat down on the rock again, as if her knees would not hold her up. "No more danger, child. It's all over, and he's gone." "But who could it be? Why should he want to hurt me?" "I I don't know that. I can't Imagine any living thing wanting to hurt you. I swear, by la Madre de Diosl he'll pay for it if I live to find him. NoW don't you be afraid any more. It's all over, for now." The tears began to roll down her face, and she hid them with her hands. Quickly he looked about him, checking the throw of the land. Then he lifted her up and led her to a pocket gully at the foot of the precipitous north slope. When he had made sure that searching lead could not reach them here, he got the blanket from her dead pony, and spread it for her to rest upon; and gathered bits of dead brush to build a tiny fire. "Striking fire kind of seems like setting up a mark," he apologized. "But you're plenty safe if you stay close under the rock split. Now you take it easy. We'll rest here an hour or so; then we'll go back." Marion drew up her knees, and hid her eyes against them. One of her hands reached out to him uncertainly, and he took it. Her fingers were moist and cold, with a tremor In them; he warmed them between his hands, noticing how huge his hands were made to look by her slim fingers. Presently she looked up, shook her head sharply, and drew away her hand. "I'm all right now. Did you ever see such silliness?" "Rest easy. We've got lots of time." d 400-fo- long shadows under the lashes cf ber steady eyes, "I Just thought of something." "What was it?" This Isn't it kind of funny? this is exactly the situation we were speaking of the other day." He was puzzled. "When was this?" "In Inspiration." moment be didn't get It For Then It came back to him In a rush the blast of sun upon the dusty street the atmosphere ot silent waiting hostility, the croups ot spurred and booted men In doorways, watching without seeming to watch; and he had stood talking to Marian across the door of a car, not thinking about what was ahead. "If you and I were set afoot' " she quoted, " 'some place far oft In the mountains at night, with only-onblanket between us ' " He was resting perfectly still on one elbow, looking at the fire; but he could feel her eyes, so near his face, watching him under her lashes. And behind her eyes be supposed she was laughing at him. "I was right" he said. "You didn't know it then, but you can see it now. You see it seems a good deal different, now that we're really pooling here." "Does It?" he said without expression. He got up with a sort ot stiff, slow leisure, for the little fire was burning low. He went beyond the fire, squatted on one heel beside it, and ted it pieces of stick. "You see, I know you, Billy. Sometimes I think I know you better than I know myself." Her eyes wavered and drifted out toward the low young stars. "I can remember when I was afraid of you. If we had been out here then two years ago I would have wanted nothing so much as to get back among other people. That's all gone, now." He looked at her. She had never seemed more lovely, more human, more elementally desirable than she looked now, a tired girl in work clothes, slim and lazy, relaxed by the little fire as if she had never known any other resting place in her life. Her face was quiet, almost grave; but though her eyes looked drowsy there was a little gleam in them that did not come from the flame in front: a small provocative glimmer ot fire within, which he had seen in her eyes only two or three times in his life and never before the last two or three days. Their eyes met and held, his steady and masked within, hers seeming to laugh at him a little, half veiled by her lashes. "I said," she reminded him, "that if we were in a situation like this, there wouldn't be anything for me to worry about nothing at alL And you said, if I thought that I was a fooL Well, you see " she met his eyes again "I win." Still her eyes held, and he could not understand why hers did not cow-count- horse." ... Facial Magnesia on deep-strikin- The dusk had closed more rapidly Save Yom Money Tow cam try Denton's Facial Magnesia as the at the last, and little light was left moat liberal offer we bars erer made --good fat In the sky; but a moon was rising e few weeks only. We will send yon a Ml 12 OS. silbottle (retail prion $1 ) plus a regular sized box behind a high point of rocks, oi famous Milnesia Wafers (known throughout houetting a crag that looked like a the country as tha original Milk oi Magnesia labiate), plus tha Denton Magio Minor (shows horse's head. all for yon what your akin specialist sees) He noticed how huge it looked, as only $1 Don't anas out on this remarkable ones. moons do when they are low to the Writs today crag had a earth. The horse-heaprofile, but It looked little against the moon, which was made to look bigger than a mountain, bigthan a range. .a ger"You aw ' nw - SELECT know," he said, "it's funny PRODUCTS. Inc. " how badly things work out; never 402 23rd St.. the you want them to be. Many ta(lslodCit.N.V. a and way many a night, lying out in the a. Enclosed Bed $1 a hills, watching my fire like this ataMns for which sand mo your I I've thought about how It would be. epeolal Introductory If you were there. How I'd get you to like these hills, and the coyotes tVama talking, and the smell or smone in .... J ....... your hair you know, foolish stuff." J Srreef AMc. "I do love the hills." she said. "This isn't J City Srafe.. He ''shook his head. DENTON'S This Isn't right You ought to be able to lie by your fire and smell pine timber. And that crick out there ought to have water running In It You sit and listen to running water, and pretty toon you get to hear voices In it; sometimes you lie awake for hours trying to get what they say. But what' more to the point there's likewise trout In the water. There ought to be a nice pan of trout frying, here on the fire." "You fit with things like that, you know. As if you were made out of them." He said, "A half hour's rest In the rocks, with a long, long walk ahead this is about as close as people get to the way they want things, I suppose." "It's my fault. Billy. If I hadn't been so stubborn you wouldn't have lost your horse; you'd have gone It v "ill ty $ "Well, Yon See" She Met His Eyes Again "I Win." kind of singing craze on the coyotes They gather around on hill tops. seems like, and sing their hearts out, as if it drove them wild crazy, some way. Listen." Far off, so faint a whisper that it seemed' half imagined, they could hear now a queer high crooning, full of an interwoven yapping and trilling, like nothing else on earth. "It sounds," Marian said, "as if there were 40 or 50 of them sitting somewhere on a mountain in a ring." "Two," he told her. "They pair off this time of year." "Then "Two," she repeated. that's why there's something more than moon madness in that singing." He knew that they should be starting the long return, but he could not bring himself to say so. The thing that had brought them together again the disaster to Horse Dunn and the 94 had nearly run its course. And he knew that it was a good thing for him that it had. Already he had lived under the same roof with Marian too long for his own good. He no longer had any hope that he could forget her; she would always be in the back of his mind some place, waiting to come real and close to him in his dreams. He supposed he would have to learn to live with those dreams. To sit with her now, far out and alone beside the little fire was Itself an unreal and precious thing, now that he no longer fought against it A quiet peace had come upon this place; or something as near peace as he ever knew any more. She was very near to him, so near that though their shoulders did not touch, it seemed to him that he could feel her warmth; and her hair, with the firelight in it was a warm smoky mist shot with gold, clouding his eyes. They sat for a long time listening to the faint coyote song and the little popping of the fire. Once, as they sat quiet he heard far off a thing he did not understand. It was so distant and so muffled that hr could not at once decide whether it could have been the fall of a rock from a high place, or had been the report of a gun far away up the canyon, smothered by close walls and the drift of the air. He glanced at Marian to see if she had noticed It and saw that she had not. Marian looked at him, the firelight drop. "I can't believe, hardly," he said, "that you have any idea what sort of thing you're talking about" She smiled. "You think I don't? That's because western men are certainly the most conventional people in the world." Suddenly he angered. He had not brought her here of his own will, nor set them afoot nor wished to rest here with her. He would not even have been on her range, or within a day's ride of it, if her in terests had not drawn him in and held him. She had made her decisions in- regard to him long ago. and to change them he had spent his every resource without anw f. feet And now, at the last it amused her to torment him. It seemed to him that there was a il in that gir- lcapricious perhaps in all women, given opportunity. "You see, I know you," she was saying again. The masks behind his eyes dropped away, and though his face hardly changed his eyes reddened. she-dev- seeming to smoke with an angry fire that came up behind. She her. self had lighted that fire, long ago. It was a fire that had driven him re lentlessly, making him rich; It could have made him work for her all her life or it could break him again, and drive him up and down the world. Suddenly he did not know whether he loved or hated this glrL "I'll give you the same answer I gave you In Inspiration." he said, hla words almost Inaudible, even against the stillness of the night "It you think that you're a little fool." Still she met his eyes, so long, so steadily, so knowingly that he won dered for an Instant what was happening, was going to happen, there under the coyote moon. Then he saw her face change, so that she was suddenly pale, and the unreadable light In her eyes went out and she was like a little glrL Abruptly she pressed ber face hard into her hands. He made his voice as hard and cold as the rocks that hung over them. "Now what?" She answered in a muffled voice, "I was wrong I am afraid. I I fail every one She lifted her head and glanced about her, at it she were seeing this place for the first time. A black shape lay beside the empty dust of the stream. like a great black bottle overturned the carcass of Marian's dead horse. Suddenly the girl turned sideways, and dropped her head In her arms upon the blanket She began to cry, terribly, silently except tor the choke of her breath. He sat down against a rock and waited. The gaunt dead rock-hill- s leaned over them sadly cold and silent blackened by the twisted ghost shapes of the parched brush. And the coyote moon was pale and old, no longer golden, but greenish, like phosphorus rubbed on a dead and frozen face. Once she said, "But It's your fault too that I fail your fault as much as my own." His answer was perfectly honest. "I don't know what you mean." ..." CHAPTER Xn It was impossible for him to sit waiting for her weeping to stop, while her slim body shook convulsively with her effort to suppress it, and her breath jerked uncontrol lably in her throat Her tumbled hair made her seem a child; he had never seen her look so small, so fragilely made. And he thought he had never in his life seen anything so pitifully in need of comforting. He swore under his breath and got to his feet For a few moments he stood over her, watching the movement of the firelight in her hair. He could hard-l- y prevent himself from touching her; almost he stooped and picked her up in his arms. But he was telling himself that that was the last thing she wanted. He walked out a little way into the dark, and stood listening to the night silence. He was still worrying about the distant muffled sound of concussion which he had heard. It seemed to him now that what he had heard was unquestionably the sound of a gun perhaps a gun fired near the forgotten miner's shanty at the upper end of the gulch; but what he could not imagine was who could have fired it He had assumed that it was Lon Magoon who had killed Marian's pony; but now he saw that something was wrong. If Magoon had fired upon Marian Dunn and killed her horse he would not have gone to the cabin at the head of the gulch, but would have put long country between himself and them. Therefore two men. not one, must be prowling these hills. He thought of Coffee's theory that there had been a third man at Short Crick and was worse puzzled than before. (TO BE CONTINUED) you know,' Milady, that CHaus and Own have Joined forces to make this the brightest, charmlngest Christmas you've ever known? Yes, it's a fact! And you who ve tried so hard to be good (and never a little naughty) are going to be rewarded to the full. 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Dpi.WU-- 3 22, Wichita, Kens.; Chicago. : PaHatlelnhia.fa UaAngsies, Calif. (7&2) sL-fL- LIFE'S LIKE THAT By Fred Neher Csrtoi IM. e, me H.W, Mustangs of Texas Face Last. Round-Up- ; Was Ideal Mount of Ranching Industry for the musIt's the last round-utang of the western range country. Thoroughbred stock is fast replacihorse ng the tough, nimble-foote- d which was the pioneer's staunchest ally in creating a ranch empire. Sharply changed conditions have minimized the importance of the horse in the modern live stock industry, with the result that the musthe Southwest's distinctive tang breed of horse is no longer in great demand. The vast ranches which . once stretched for miles across the plains, unfenced and with indefinite boundaries, have given way to compact units, the largest seldom more than a few thousand acres. These smaller ranches, writes a Del Rio, Texas, correspondent in the Cleveland Plain Dealer, with new methods of stock raising, and the free use of motor vehicles, have less need of the durable mustang which p found to be so Inexpensive. Racing, with its constant call for blooded stock, has had a strong influence on breeding in the last few years. It may be significant that horses in Texas today are valued at considerably more than all the millions of cattle or sheep in this stock-raisin- g was state. Cattlemen are concentrating oa thoroughbred stables, breeding fine horses for racing, polo and show purposes. The mustang, a decidedly "cheap" horse in contrast with the spirited animal required for these sports, may eventually suffer the fate of the buffalo, say some stockmen. 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