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Show 1, 1945 Thursday, June 21, 1915 ki THE USELESS NEP1II. 1TAII T1MKS-NKW- WNU- Nothing happened to stop their ride out of Payneville. George Fury, who had decided he had to die there, felt as if he had slipped a stirrup, which is about the same as missing the top step In the dark; but in half an hour Payneville was a peculiar memory, lost behind the lazy roll of the plain. buck-boarRiding at the hub of the Melody kept sliding sidelong glances at the profile of the girl as she drove the team. Her mouth was drawn down a little at the corners, and her eyes were hidden by her hat brim. She was watching the badly broken mustangs, which were slashing about In the harness as they loped. He let his pony drift sideways until he was stirrup to stirrup with George Fury. "Loco weed never drove no critter thet crazy. Thet girl knows you, and knows you good too good to be fooled. Looky here. Melody you mind last year when you was kicked in the head at Cheyenne? You was missing four days. You sure you didn't marry nobody, or nothing, while you was out of your head?" "I wasn't any more out of my haid than you," Melody said coolly. "Anyway," he added with less confidence, "I thunk of that She says he's never been in Cheyenne." George Fury looked hard at Melody. He shrugged his gaunt shoulders, and looked grim. Now the girl beckoned to Melody to ride closer; she pulled the team to a slogging trot. "Do you want to do one thing for me?" she asked him. "Mam?" "Take off your hat." He looked at her In bewilderment. "I want to see something." she explained. Melody slowly took off his floppy sombrero, and she looked at him closely, with such concentration that he reddened. "I want you to keep your hair clawed down over your left eye," he told him. "Just like It Is now." "Mam?" he said; and she repeated it. Slowly he put his hat back on. "Why?" he asked at last "As a favor to me. A personal favor. Is it a big thing to ask?" "Hey look," he shouted over the trundle of the wheels. "Hey" She shot him an inquiring smile, but as she turned her head, she let the driving lines alack, and the musd tangs plunged into a run. The careened and bounded into the snaky ruts. "What?" "Nothing!" "Speaking of uncles," Melody said, "I fetched this here off post down in the town." He gave' George the bit of paper. buck-boar- J- - WANTED BAD For murder, robbery, and difor-deri- y conduct MONTE JARRAD 5 foot 10, 140 pound, ftraw color hair, fear over left eye. May be uncle name travelling with half-wi- t of Rofcoe fomething. La ft feen gobald-taing over Syke Mt on il horfe. REWARD DEAD OR ALIVE whichever way he packf beft $1000 horfe?" Melody said. He swiveled in his saddle to study his pony's tail with melan choly. "I reckon they mean Harry Henshaw. But Hairy ain't really baldtaiL It's Just wore off in that one place, from being shet in a sta- "Wwt the beck ble, "r Is that time." George was turning purple. "Half wit uncle," he said between set teeth. "It was all coming clear to uncle name of him now. Half-wi- t Roscoe. I be damned If any man could stand fer this!" "That's whut done it" Melody aid sadly. "There ain't any other resemblance hardly, except I got the same initials burnt on my saddle. e places." "Half-wi- t uncle," George said gain, his voice shaking. "George," Melody said, "I tried to get you over that foolish look!" "Nam of Roscoe," George whimpered. "I been think in'," Melody said. "I suppose," George consoled himfeller elf, "to be your uncle " would have to be a "Of course, George, you know. Melody said, "It ain't as if I asked to get into this." "The name even had to be Ros coe," George hung on to It "I'm going to fill somebody so full of hole you can button him like a two-thre- ! half-wit.- et!" "I didn't force my way Into this here," Melody said mildly, "but If these people aim to drag me in by the slack of my pants, and git me in trouble, and force theirself on me, so I can't hardly keep from catching up with him " George suddenly became perfectly still. He fixed his gaze on Melody's profile ' and his eyes were weird. "Melody," he said at last, his words muflled, "what in all hell is eating you?" "You know, George," Melody said slowly, "in all my life I ain't ever been so low in my mind as I been in this last half hour, here." "We'll git out of this all right," George said. "No, George; no, it ain't that. But, you know, back there in Payneville, when we rode in it seemed at first like the whole world was changed. Nothin' like It ever happened to me before. I taken and walked down the street, and people stood back to leave me pass. I taken and went up to a bar, and people give me room. All of a sudden, it seemed like, everyone thunk I was somebody. I guess it fooled me, George. For a little while there, I guess I thunk I was somebody myself." 'I can't never be Monte Jarrad," Melody said. "But I can be the feller that caught up with him!" Around sundown they climbed a quarter-mil- e of ragged side-traithe wheels of the buckboard tilting chancily over the rock ledges; and came out on a mountain crag where clung a weathered ranch house, a sagging barn, and some sketchy cor rals. Within the erratic fences an l, As he drew closer and got to windward, Melody noticed the smell ol He looked the tall man forty-rod- . over coolly from the saddle, but as the stranger came to his stirrup he could not refuse the offered hand. It felt like a fistful of dry mesquite. 'Cherry sent Avery out with word you was here. Coine out here, Av ery! He's spilin" the grub," he explained to Melody. So her name's Cherry, Melody thought. He looked at her to see how the name fitted. She had stepped down, and was unharnessing the buckboard team. George Fury had been watching Melody to catch any sign of recognition in Melody's face. George was looking very grim. "I crave to ask Jist a couple o things," George said, carefully polite; then hesitated. Since this afternoon he had a sensitivity about certain questions. "What ranch is this," he got it out, "and who are you? The girl called Cherry spoke in a quick mumble from behind her horse. "You've heard speak of Roscoe Symes, Paw. I guess you never ran into him but that's him. Remember?" George could not see, but Melody saw, as she tapped her forehead. Her lips formed the word, "Different." 'Shore, I remember," the tall man said. "Monte's uncle, eh?" He slid off into the patronizing smile that George Fury had seen before, and spoke as if to a child. "I'm Fever Crick de Longpre," he told George. "Reckon you heard Monte speak of me. You know Cherry's paw?" Melody Cherry de Longpre thought that's right pretty; and this snake-oiof mix l is chills and long her old man. Well, you never know. Fever 'This here little Crick de Longpre was saying, "we call the Busted Nose, on account of our brand. We started to have it the Flying W, but Avery tripped and fell, and bent our branding iron on a rock, while it was hot. It won't burn a W any more. But It looks as much like a busted snoot as a man could ask." "Oh?" Melody -- aid. The man who came out of the, ranch bouse now was of unplaceable age he might have been years older than Melody, or he might have been eighteen. I can't telL Melody thought without I taken a look at hi teeth. Even before he appeared. Melody had sensed him lurking be hind the boards of the kitchen, watching Melody Jones and George Fury, estimating them both. And when he left the ramshackle house he left it empty; somehow lay-out- ," too. His strung-u- p senses were telling him things he could not have decided with his Melody knew that, head. He watched Avery de Longpre's face. He didn't much like the flat-- "Howdy, boy, howdy." unnecessary number of mustangs climbed about the rocks nd steeps. The smallest bear cub Melody had ever seen was chained beside the back door. Tbe place ap peared unprosperous, and shiftless; but the fact that the girl seemed to live here gave it imaginary possi bilities. In the red sunset light it looked okay to Melody, even attrac sort of way. tive, in a George Fury spoke to Melody through a buttonhole in his gaunt cheek, screened by his mustache. "What's the idee stoppin here?" "Maybe It's her home." "Well, it ain't my home! Let' hear you name Just one thing it could get us to here?" "A meal," Melody said. "Goodbye," said George savage ly, making as if to turn his horse. Melody ignored the threat "I been thinkin'," he said. "George, you know something? I'm bait" "What?" "I figured out the reason she drug us all the way out here. I see now why she run up to me and made out like I was Monte. I see it Just as plain. It's so's the posse would take out after me, and chase me. "It took you all the way out here to figure out that?" "Well, it's some forwarder than I was when I started." "This is wonderful," George said. "This is the best thing happened yet. So now you and her have got it fixed that a posse takes out and runs us to hell and gone!" "I don't see how they kin," Melo dy said. ten-doll- can't they?" "Because I don't aim "Why to go no place. You can git them to chase you. If you want to, George." Now a rangy, gangling figure came out of the ranch house, letting the broken screen door dam to with bang that lifted the bear cub a foot The man who came toward Melody with enormous looping strides was of exceptional height, of the high- pocket design spidery of limb narrow-chestewith small head The gun that slatted tgainst his bony thigh looked out of place, as if hung upon a tree. "Howdy, boy, howdy," he bawled mouth nasally. Hi long slit of was bracketed by mustache so and narrow drooping It was almost d, Chinese. "It's been a long good to see you. UmI" It' muscled cheek bones, nor the hard line of the jaw, bulged faintly by a meager chew of tobacco. But especially he didn't like the small pale eyes, expressionless as gooseberries, and the same color. There was a weight of immovable lullenness be hind Avery de Longpre's unfetching pan. "Hello, Monte," Avery said. He made a vague gesture of salute, but without coming near enough to have to shake hands; and the green eyes dropped away from Melody's flat stare. "Chuck's up," Avery said. His speech was dull and thick; he hardly opened his jaw for it "Light and we'll eat" Melody Jones paid less attention to the men and more to Cherry de Longpre; she met his eyes seldom, and her face was still. She busied herself waiting on them, and the poor light from the hurricane lamp helped her face to be undisclosing. She had got a clean cloth on to the table, and the cookiag stuff on the wall copper, brass, and iron-sh- one very clean. This streak of good order suggested that these things were Cherry's, though the ranch itself, with its shaky tilt and dilapidation, was the men's responsibility. She was prettier than he had thought, much prettier, and he was sorry to ee this. If a girl had to set out to do him wrong, he wished It could have been a homely girl, with one of these here bay-ba- g figures and a hostile look. Fever Crick, who was talking con tinuously, in an obvious effort to make a eood impression on Melnrlv kept apologizing for the wretched lay-ond trying to explain it It needed all the apology it could get It was less a house than a shack, and, except for a broad gallery on two sides, would never have been mistaken by even a wandering cowboy for anything else. Fever Crick aid It was "previous to the summer," whatever that meant, and obscurely necessary for horse ranching. But Melody could feel the girl's disdain, whenever her father spoke. But now he perceived, unexpectedly, that he had the girl in an even more puzzling position than that in which he found himself. She had tet him up to be Monte Jarrad, for purposes of her own, without even knowing hi name. But probably she hadn't figured on hi just casually insisting on being the exact person she had mad him out to be. (TO BC CONTINUED) - WNU CIRCLE PATTERS Button Fronts A Smartly Scalloped r Two-Piece- Features. (0 1C Mother-Daughte- r Breaking a Soldier's Heart SfcHVICl Bell Syndic ate CHAPTER IV SIM Kathleen Norris Says: ALAN Le MAY TUB STORY THUS FAR: Melody Jones and bis side-ride- r George Firry rode Into Paynevllle, a cow town on the wagon route to California. Fury entered the first bar, wbere tbe other customers began to laugh at bim for some unknown 'reason. Melody walked up to tbe general store. In a flare of temper be knocked down a man, called Ira, for whistling at I a girl. Melody then entered the store and ordered canned food, which the owner refused to accept payment for. He picked up Fury, and the girl Melody had previously seen came running up to Melody. She kissed him, then said It was unsafe In town and for them to follow her out. The girl, Cherry, went after their horses while they waited out of sight. PAGE SEVEN 8G13C m yrj. ' ' x. an- My mother and sisters say they uill not see me again if Marylin and I are reconciled. What shall I do? I feel like I have no home, no family and no friends." Smart IDEAL for every occasion, this smart with scalloped flared peplum and flattering lines will be grand for your summer program in linen-likfabrics, pique, gingham or chambray. Two-Piec- two-piec- er By KATHLEEN NORRIS woman, in the EVERY tremendous years country's history, is going to be either a taker or a giver. Every old, old woman, with the end of her labors and the quiet of death in sight, and every very young woman ten, twelve, seventeen years old, must put herself into the class of the takers or that of the givers. We have come of age In the last we Americans. We begin to see the great future that opens before us, a future in which the nations of the world shall all be terrible years, BITTER HOMECOMING Probably not many returning soldiers will find as unhappy a situation at home as Bates McVayne did, but there is a lot of heartbreak ahead for many poor fellows. His wife was wrong, of course, to live with another man while her husband was away fighting, but she is trying to make amends. It's his mother and sisters who are making a bad situation worse. They have told Bates that they will never speak to him again if he takes his wife back! There's a little daughter in the picture, too. Bates would like to have her, in any case. She was only a few days old when he left, and does not remember her father, of course. Then there is the other man. He wants Bates to give Mary-lia divorce, and to pay for it too! This maddening mess is a soldier's homecoming "present." "I feel," Bates writes, "like 1 have no home, no family and no friends." friends, shall be speaking, as it were, the same language, shall solve together the age-ol- d problems of want and excess, bitter need and extravagance, inflated currency, depressed currency, overproduction, underproduction. But this glorious future, that shall remake the whole history of man, n will not be reached without acts of separate and individual heroism on your part and mine. It cannot be reached without our determination to achieve it It is there the glorious tomorrow, without fear, without poverty, without war. But the statesmen and diplomats and. soldiers who are at the top of all our governments cannot accomplish it. for a tired soldier! I am advising It is only the people, ourselves, who Bates to wait; to get hold of his little girl and take her to his mother ' can do that. Hence it is needful for every for a long visit, this without antagwoman in the world this summer onizing Marylin or anyone else. morning to look her own circum- Under the circumstances he will stances, her own conduct, severely have no trouble in getting hold of in the eye, and decide just where the child. His sisters will probably she falls short. Just how much is be especially gracious with this arshe helping her neighbors to be- rangement, and time to cool off and come loyal and useful Americans? view the situation dispassionately Just what sum of happiness, se- will be given everyone. Such Women Are No Help. curity, service is she rendering to her own people? But what takers these five womDevil of a Mess.' en are, and how far from their conHere is a letter that gives the ception of things is the Idea of dark side of the picture, I quote it giving! Giving help, hospitality, only in part friendship, giving service, coopera"I've come home," writes Pvt. tion, comfort. Their letters to Bates Bates McVayne, "to a devil of a might have been family chronicles mess. Maybe my nerves are still full of content, family gossip, cheershaken from a pretty rotten time in ing reports, hopeful plans. They the Pacific. Well, anyway, when I might have made it impossible for left two years ago our kid was hip to forget that he is loved, three days old. It was like death needed, missed every hour. Instead to part with them, but the arrange- they have regaled him on petty ment was that Marylin and the suspicions, quarrels, scandals, law baby were to live with my mother suits. He has been tormented by and sisters, and everything was go- anxieties for his child, regret for his mother's distress, resentment at ing to be swell. "Marylin and the girls quarrelled, the infidelity of his wife. If America and the world are and Marylin took the baby and went and lived with a woman friend. ever to emerge from today's terHere the baby was so neglected that rible shadow of war, it will not be my mother went and got her one through women like these that they day and brought charges against will be saved. We never can solve my wife, in court. Marylin then national and international problems went to live with a man she'd while our own lives are a confusion met and fallen in love with, and of discontents, debts, doubts, idleis still there, and the baby too. Tbe ness, indifference, selfishness. We baby seems happy, and doesn't need strong doses of the know me, of course, and Marylin virtues of faith, hope and wants a divorce, but the man she charity. Charity toward starving Is with wants me to pay for it as he China, of course, stricken Europe, thinks charges of complicity or of course, the claims of the Red alienation of affection could be Cross, the War Chests, the home brought against him if he pays for and aides and drives and instituit. Marylin says she will come back tions, of course. But faith and hope to me if I say so, as she feels she and charity first of all for our own treated me badly. My mother and people the people with whom we sisters say they will not see me have breakfast, and for whom we again if Marylin and I are recon set the dinner table at night If each ciled. What shall I do? I feel like of us plant the three cardinal virI have no home, no family and no tues In the home circle, the world friends." will one day become one great home circle and very close to the There Is a warm welcome home Kingdom of God. 8613 e 12-4- 0 Button-Fron- t Dress A CHARMINGLY simple button-frodress for those sizzling summer days. 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