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Show if i THE Thursday, June 8, 1944 H TIMES-NEWS- THE STORY THUS FAR: Mary Sutha erland, an eastern girl, 1; lured to by the advertisements of the Wagon Wheel dude ranch, operated by Ma and Pa Burdan. She Is met at the station by Len Henley, rodeo rider, who tells ber that the Wagon Wheel has gone out of business. Len takes ber to Phoenix, where she meets Len's Aunt Margaret Maxwell. Hearing that the Wagon Wheel Is broke, Ham Henley, Len's dad, purchases the Burdan notes from the bank. While at Phoenix Len enters the rodeo, drawing a bronc known as Mad Hatter. Ham Henley bets his son three to one that he won't be able to stay on the horse. At a dance Mary learns that Len loves her. CHAPTER VII "I don't know. Ham. I'm not as smart as you on the woman question," she replied with profound Irony. He gave her a sharp sidelong glance and decided that, like most of her sex, she reasoned with aer emotions instead of her head. After the parade had passed she partook of a quick luncheon with iiim and they drove out to the rodeo field, arriving in their box in time to see the colorful riders form on the field in a long front. About twenty paces in advance Len sat his horse. "Look at Len," Ham Henley almost moaned. "Right out where everybody can see him. Ain't there no such thing as modesty left In this world?" Over the public address system the announcer said: "Ladies an' gentlemen, the show is about to start with the bronc ridin. This bein' the first show o' the year to be held under the auspices 0' the Rodeo Association of America, the rules o' which will govern all contests at this show, it is customary to announce the champion cowboy of the world for last year. There he is, out in front Len Henley, of Arizona. Take a bow, Len." His horse genuflected to the audience and Len lifted his sombrero. Instantly the ranks of riders broke and with shrill yells galloped off the field. Mary dismounted and gave her reins to Len, who cantered over to the chutes while she crossed the field and entered a gate under the grandstand. A few minutes later she entered her box and found Ma and Pa Burdan sitting there. She made them welcome and a motion picture camera man came into the box and set up his equipment. "Mr. Henley is the first rider up, on Mad Hatter," she explained to the Burdans. "It's to be his last professional ride so I thought he might like to have it filmed for a souvenir. The light is excellent and the operator will use a telephoto lens." Over In chute thirteen, Len Henley and Pedro Ortiz were getting an Association saddle on Mad Hatter. This was an old experience with Mad Hatter and he stood quietly until Len drew the bucking strap tight around him far back toward his flanks and from the top rail of the chute slipped into the saddle and got set, the heavy rope halter shank clasped in his left hand, his sombrero in the other. He wore leather chaps, as required by the rules and his spurs were taped until only the tips of the rowels showed, in order that in raking the horse the animal would not be cut. "Ready!" he called to the announcer on a platform built over the SLBVKt dans, he stopped. The crowd, sensing the horse was conquered, cheered, but Len Henley did not seem to notice the ovation. Mary had expected he might wave his hat, triumphantly; she saw, instead, that he was weaving a little in the saddle, that his head hung low, like Mad Hatter's. It was time to dismount now but he did not seem to realize this until with a supreme effort the horse reared. He seemed to balance a moment on his hind legs too late Len realized it was time to leave him. He was sliding down Mad Hatter's withers as the horse went over backward. Len fell clear. Evidently the fall stunned Mad Hatter and he lay supine a few seconds, then turned over and his hind legs lay across Len Henley's body; he commenced kicking and scrambling awkwardly to regain his feet and Mary saw all four feet strike the fallen rider repeatedly. The force of the blows rolled Len over on his face and out of range. He was lying very still when the horse got up and walked Til Mm?? "Len Henley of Arizona, champion cowboy of the world." d Then Ham Henley was opposite her, his mouth in a spasm of fear and and hate. "Give him to me, you interferin' dude," he cracked. "Between us we've killed chutes. or son-rfthe triumph o' winnin' "Len Henley of Arizona,, cham- my a bet." comof is the world, cowboy pion "No, no," she said, with amazing ing out of chute thirteen on Mad steadiness, "I shall not give him to of Hatter, champion bucking horse because he belongs to me and the world. He has never been rid- you, don't deserve him. You never you den and you will soon see why? did." Here they come!" She bent and kissed one green-bue- d Mad Hatter made his entrance accheek; with her bandanna cording to fornula. Mary could neckerchief she wiped his bloody have ridden him out of the chute. mouth, she smoothed the black disForty feet out in the field he went ordered bair, dank with sweat, back into his act. Three Jarring Jumps from his dusty brow, and she high in the air. Len Henley stayed. crooned to him: "Well, you rode Then Mad Hatter towered and Len him to standstill, darling, and you leaned forward, threw his weight on left him without the aid of the pickto withers overcome the horse's any up men. I'm sorry I didn't know tendency of Mad Hatter to lose his you'd be to exhausted you'd drop balance and fall over backward-e- nd with weakness and not be able to Mary saw him rake the horse's roll out of his way. You were too flanks. Then Mad Hatter was pracmuch of a man to tell me and your tically standing on his head and father wasn't . . . but .we showed Mary saw Len lean far backward him, didn't we? We had to kill you and rake the horse's shoulders. to win but we won and now he Again the horse repeated his sea-lawants you." She glanced across at tactics and again Len Henley Ham Henley and said: "Go away!" raked him In flanks and shoulder. But he had five seconds to go beArrived at the hospital Mary went fore the presiding Judge should Are up In the elevator with him and the pistol. He had to "make time" taw him disappear into the operatand Mad Hatter had gone into his ing room. There was bench out-tidwhirling dervish routine. Four secIn the hall and she sat down on onds for that. Len knew because he It to wait. In about an hour an had often clocked the start and fin- Interne came out. He ish of it with stop watch. "He't pretty badly mauled but not counted the whirls, leaning right necessarily fatally," he taid. "A with the force of gravity At broken arm, a broken leg, tome brothe beginning of the sixth whirl Len ken rib and possibly internal inleaned to the left and got set, his juries a rib hat punctured hit lung, taped spurt dug into Mad Hatter's hence the hemorrhage from hit hairy tides. Simultaneously the mouth. He hat a cut alongside hit horse Jumped to the left and Mary tpine but we don't think the vertegasped at daylight ahowed between bra It injured; hit collar bone it the saddle and the rider't posterior; fractured and he has, possibly, a then Mad Hatter started to run and basal fracture. He it unconscious, pitch and Len got back In the sadof course, and will probably remain dle again and the girl heard the to for a long time unlest . . . I'll sharp bark of the Judge't pistol. report again after we've developed During the tecond trip around the more radiographs." field Mad Halter began to tire and She nodded, descended to the lobonly pitched every by and asked the girl at the switchfive or six ttrides; the third time board to telephone for a taxi. She around he loped lumberingly and went to her hotel and lay face down vented hit despair and anger in oc- on her bed and was very quiet when He Margaret Maxwell came In and casional grunts and squeals slowed to a trot and Just below the looked at her. Hie older woman unbuckled the box in which Mary tat with the Bur- mouth. kneeling twitching remorse w ... ... y ... ' Bell Syr.dlcat.-W- NU Features. SEWING CIRCLE I J - ZZ- 5 Gk J d hurt." "Want to be forgiven, eh? Well, I ain't the forgivin' sort." "I don't require your forgiveness any more than I'd require your permission to wash my hands. Telling you I'm sorry for my intemperate a language merely constitutes cleansing of my conscience and that's all that interests me." "At that I'm glad you're salty instead o' sickly sweet. You put over plenty o mischief in the first twelve hours you knew my son, an' if, at you claim, you got a conscience maybe it could stand tome more cleanin'. I tubmit you'd ought to tay good-bto my son. Miss Sutherland. He'll be flat on his back for three months with nothin to do but think an' I'm bankin' he'll think straight an' realize if be married you, or any woman out o' your world, he'd be messin' up his life for fair." "Let me get this straight. Do you disapprove of me as an individual or at the representative of a class?" "Both." he replied firmly. "You're y e ... TTERNS J y Mary climbed over the front of the box, clung a moment at arm's length and dropped five feet into the deep dust below. She landed on her feet and ran to Len, knelt, got her arms under him and lifted him until his shoulders rested across her knee and her left arm supported his head. He was limp and unconscious and she saw a greenish hue creep over his countenance blood was trickling from the corners of his slack Csjlffi suaC waist strap of the girl's new chaps and removed them; she pulled off cowthe pretty little boy boots and untied the scarlet neckerchief and washed the lovely d face. "What time is it?" Mary asked. "Seven o'clock." "Nearly six hours since he was hurt." She had been oblivious to the passage of time. "Has he died?" "No, my dear, but he is still unconscious." "Where is his father?" "At the hospital, sitting by his bed, staring at him." "It's his right. I left the hospital In order not to eqnbarrass him. I spoke to him rather cruelly this afternoon please telephone him, Mrs. Maxwell, and say I'm sorry. . . ." "I found this under your door. Miss Sutherland. It was left at the desk and a bell-bobrought it up." Mary sat up and opened the long envelope. It contained Hamilton L. Henley's check for three thousand dollars, signed by his executive secretary, Jess HubbelL She tossed it on the bureau. "We killed him for that," she said drearily. "I'll send it back. It's blood money, but his father's guilt is greater than mine. "He's a pretty sturdy human being," the other woman defended. "A long time ago I ceased condemning human beings for making normal errors. Len was a party to this. He could have killed your bet by declaring he would not fight that horse to a finish. Had he been able to stand when he left the horse he would not have been hurt. But his legs were numb from gripping the horse; they buckled under him; he wanted to rest a minute and he was, for the moment, unable to think as fast as usual, or he would have rolled clear. It was one of those things, my dear." Len Henley was unconscious four days, and it was characteristic of him to take up his life at the point where it had, temporarily, been blacked out. Mary was standing beside his bed when he said softly but very distinctly and with some irritation. "Somebody tail that horse off me!" He did not open his eyes. Mary said: "Here, you men, tail that horse off him." "Thanks," he murmured. "That's better. Pretty big horse to hold in one's lap." He did not speak again for an hour. Then he said, "I'll be darned if I'll die." Mary went to a telephone on the desk of the floor superintendent and called - Ham Henley. "This is the dude speaking," she said. "Your son says he'll be darned if he'll die and somehow I think he means it. Anyhow, I'm not going to worry about him further." "Thanks for tellin' me," he an swered coldly. "I'll quit worryin too. An' I wish you'd accept that check. It ain't blood money now. If I'd won from you I'd have sent your check back but when you won an' sent back mine you got under my skin." "Very well, send it back, if that will relieve the itching." He said with vast pride, "That boy's some buckaroo, ain't he?" "He's a real champion, Mr. Henley. By the way, Mrs. Maxwell tendered you an apology from me at a time I wasn't equal to doing it myself. Now that I am, I want you to know I'm truly sorry I was more or less feline to you when Len was PAGE SEVEN lie Careful When You Give Advice J fancy-stitche- away. l NEPHI. UTAH Kathleen Norris Says: DUDE WOMAN MSB PETER B. KYNE . "You're precious," she said, and hung up. The following morning Len was fully conscious and wat declared out of danger, whereupon, for the first time since his ton had been injured, Hamilton Henley't thoughts returned to business particularly unfinished business. The rebuff be had suffered from Ma Burdan bad not in the leaat ruffled him. because he understood the reason back of it; indeed, the thought had occurred to him at the time that he had been too precipitate. He should have given her time to cool off. for he knew Ma wat peppery and he knew, too, Pa wat bound to feel badly at having been refused a helping hand and would unload his grief on sympathetic Ma. Well, they had had five dayt to think it over, and Ave dayt of association with the specter of want should have dulled the edge of Ma't wrath. (TO BE CONTIXUKD) By KATHLEEN NORRIS " A WOMAN friend wreckeda writes l my marriage,"woman. 1 V. v? &n mEME&d Los Angeles "She meant it well, of course; fehe was indignant because she thought I had been badly treated and talked me into divorce. But it ruined my happiness just the same.about "Instead of thinking how justified he "I had been married in resenting the presence of this seven years," the letter goes was officiouM older woman in his home, I to go did apply fbr a divorce." on, "when things began wrong between Phil and me. We never quite got together DON'T INTERFERE on the question of money; I without any raised been had No matter how my aftraining in managing advice is, it may do and I know now that untold harm. fairs, I wasn't Miss Norris tells an extravagant wife, while I - "Make the boyt' simple and strong." characters sane, t z - ( ft ' Shoulder Ruffles for pinafore THE.1 vogue W ia o in. ip o- p- 1 o J VlliO oiiiai Iff, hud e ruffled dress. Perfect for the young and slender figure, it will look lovely done in smart rayon silk taffeta stripes, in brisk cottons, in sum 1 t- t- i r- v. Vi er 1964 d I was slipshod in money matters, and kept him resentful and uneasy. I hated budgets, and if Phil asked me to sit down and go over our accounts and expenses, I always pulled away. My attitude was, I'll do the best I can and for heavens take don't nag me. "Now I see that I was wrong. Perhaps he was impatient and exacting with an inexperienced housekeeper, but I was wrong, too. Money leakage and waste keep many a good husband worrying and uneasy, when Just a little common sense, and giving him the feeling that financial responsibility is a burden shared, would end the difficulty. Woman Disrupts Happy Home. "We had two small boys, and I had a good kitchen helper when I met the woman I'll call Vera. She had been my mother's friend; in a moth-ier- 't "way she seemed to take my place. I confided in her, and she always sided with me. She .'thought I ought to have more amusement, pleasure, more frocks and luxuries, without ever asking me Just how near Phil could come 'to paying for them. At the time he was helping care for a widowed sister who had small twins to raise; Vera was indignant over that, and she somewhat infected me with the same resentment. If we went down town shopping together she would make me select a smart new hat or bag; sometimes paying for it herstlf, sometimes charging it to Phil either proceeding made him furious. "The boys were sick and I got the flu from them; Vera moved in to nurse me. It made me very un comfortable even though it really did help. Afterward Phil said he hoped we could drop her and we quarrelled; he was in money diffi culties, one thing led to another, and finally I found Vera urging me to ask for my freedom. Then, she said, Phil couldn't ride me about the way I spent my money; he couldn't come home drunk and frighten the boys which he did twice and I would have my children and my home to possess in peace. "In an evil hour, instead of thinking how tired and burdened and harassed he was, and how justified in resenting the presence of this officious older woman in his home. J did apply for divorce, I on the grounds of mental cruelty. secured it, and had my freedom. It is not too much to say that I have not had an hour of true happiness since. Even my Joy in my children doesn't teem the tame, for I have cheated them of home and father, and done them irreparable injury. Vera lived with me for a few months; we parted and have never teen each other tince, and that was three years ago. "Phil came to our town, at a commander in the navy, a few weeka ago. He wanted to borrow my boys for a few weeks; under our divorce agreement he hat the right. He bat married a fine, gentle girl, hat a baby girl of hit own. We talked like two ghosts of what might have been. He went away with the boyt and here I am, staring out into a spring night and wondering CJ-- f I fftW mtB 1 fff&tttl 34-4- how a meddling older woman wrecked a young wife's home by constant criticism of the husband and finally by urging the wife to seek a divorce. What started as small arguments over budgets and ex- vW two-piec- mer percales. 8 For Town Wear Pattern 13, IS. A GRACEFUL, dignified frock to 17 and 19. Size 13. ruffled version, re be done in soft sheer rayon quires 4 yards of material; without ruffles, 3Ts yards; yard contrast crepes and cottons. The lap-ovside closing makes it an easy forDuecollar. to an unusually large demand and frock to slip into. current war conditions, slightly more time is required In filling orders for a few of Barbara Bell Pattern No. 1964 is de- the most popular pattern numbers. Nc. 8619 la In sizes 11. er travagance developed into bitterness as the wife thought she was being abused and restricted. Then when the husband fell into financial difficulties during the depression and took to drink, the wife decided that she could not go on. All the time she was under the influence of this older woman, a friend of her mother's. When she took the fatal step and obtained a divorce on grounds of mental cruelty, she was following the advice of this "friend." No sooner was she "free" than she began to regret her hasty action. "1 have not had an hour of true happiness since," she confides. "Even my joy in my children doesn't seem the same, for I have cheated them of home and father, and done" them irreparable injury." All this because of the bad advice of a busybody! signed for sizes 34, 36, 38. 40, 42, 44, 46 and 48. Size 36, short sleeves, requires 4 material. yards of OUSEHOLD AiJrl H INTS Send your order to: SEWING CIRCLE PATTERN DEPT. 149 New Montgomery Street San Francisco Calif. Enclose 20 cents In coins for each pattern desired. Pattern No Name , Size , Address A small pillow or pad between the knees of a sick patient as he lies on his side can give great relief. To remove the mark made from striking a match n painted sur face, rub a cut lemon over' the mark and wash as usual. These who wear glasses or goggles know how distressing it is to have the lenses become cloudy and blurred. If they are cleaned every morning with soap and hot water they will seldom need clean ing during the day. Rinse them well and dry with tissue paper or a soft clean absorbent cloth what craziness possessed me when I threw my life away." Work and Happiness Ahead. Well, to a certain extent, Mar-Joriwe all throw our lives away. We all make mistakes and miss opportunities. Your tragic error was in believing that a detached, idle woman, with nothing to do but try to steal a part of your life, could possibly give you wise advice. But cheer up; you are not 30 years old yet. In getting into some hard necessary activity, and not only helping physically to bring nearer the time when a better day will dawn for us all, but also fitting yourself mentally for the needs of the new world, you will find healing. There is work and happiness ahead for you; life isn't over. The years ahead of us are going to be the most thrilling in the history of the world, and with two sons to build for, you will soon become absorbed in the new plans and new ideals. Make the boys' characters as sane, simple, strong as you can. Lose yourservself in service; ice, service at home with your sons. Red Cross service, service to all the organizations that are holding civilization together; boy and girl scouts, war chests, community chests, entertainment of service men, canteens, there are a hun. dred avenues of useful and fascinating work open to you. 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