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Show BEAVER PRESS Historic Hoaxes CATTLE KINGDOM stir-Ti- l By ALAN LEMAY CHAPTEB XIV . Continued --.is "Oh, Horse, Horse," Marian said, "how did it ever happen?" "The shoot-ou- t with Flagg. you mean?" He told them now, step by step; and the story of an old old Ideals of justice and right It came out haltingly, as Horse Dunn paced. But even told slowly, and with an effort greater than they could ever know, that story was brief. Until he met Bob Flagg on the - Red Sleep trail, Dunn had had no advance word of his partner's arrival. At that time he had already been waiting for Flagg's arrival for weeks the very existence of the 94 depended upon him; and Dunn was shocked and astonished to meet a frayed-ou- t man on a worthless horse and a saddle borrowed from a rus-- ; tier and recognize this man as his Arizona partner. ... .... And then, riding toward the 94 with Flagg, Dunn had learned the truth. There had been no sale of the Flagg-Dun- n ranch, and there were no proceeds. There had been no such ranch for more , than two years! Bob Flagg bad neither been completely crooked, nor completely foolish; but a combination of some folly and some crookedness had been more than enough to break the brand when the beef market failed. To Dunn, In the moment of discovery, it must have seemed that Marian's property for the Arizona ranch was to have saved Marian's 94 had been gambled away by his cheating partner. "There was only one thing to do," Horse Dunn said now with an odd simplicity. "Bob Flagg knew It as well as me. You have to say this for him he put oft" facing the music for two years; but in the end he came and faced it like a man. I said to him. 'Bob, I can't let this pass.' He said, 'I know it. Horse.' I said, 'Bob, I aim to turn my back. Fire your first shot into the air. When I hear your gun, I'll turn and draw.' His second shot sung over me, for I had to stoop to go for the only gun I had, which was an old derringer In my boot; and In the next second I let drive and he was through." Slowly, then, old Horse Dunn tried to explain to them how it was he had buried Bob Flagg In the Red Sleep. It had seemed the most natural thing In the world that he should make suitable burial of his partner in some far, open place. He felt no sense of remorse. He had simply set out to lay away his partner no less his partner because they had split at the end of the trail. And then the thought of seeing horror In the eyes of his niece, who would not understand it suddenly had seemed more than be could face. Never before In all his long career had Horse Dunn concealed from the world anything that he had done. Even this time, his worship of this girl prompted him only to a single trick the trick that had fooled Old Man Coffee in the Short Creek trailing. He was riding a horse from which the shoes had just been pulled, so that it had deep, long hoofs, with nail splits. He simply rode the horse into the water, dismounted, and trimmed the hoofs flat to the sole, with his knife. It had fooled Coffee; it had not fooled old Rock. Nor had it fooled Cayuse Caye-tanBut Horse rested no great weight in the killing at Ace Springs. Cayuse had been a worthless character; Horset already owed, him a heavy debt fn missing calves, for Cayetano had been a cow thief In his own right Horse looked at this shoot-ou- t as an execution long overdue. Yet here as before he had given his adversary a better than even break. As Wheeler and Coffee had suspected, Lon Magoon had been distant witness. Magoon was another whose punishment for petty rustling Dunn had considered too long delayed. He too had had best break. But before the great old fighter lesser men seemed to go to pieces, losing their fighting mettle so that there could be only one end. To overtake Magoon, Horse Dunn had muffled the hoofs of his pony with pads cut from a harness col lar, and thus had advanced in si lence over naked rock. It was only Incidental that the trail of the muffled hoofs had been too obscure for Billy Wheeler to see. That was all the story. One thing, only one, had warped that whole brief history into something myS' terious and strange, distorting it to Dunn's own bewilderment, past all recognition: that was the old fighter's abject humility, his pathetic, unreasoning panic before the disapproval of Marian, his niece. Without that that first simple shoot-ou- t would have ended where It had occurred, without any hue or cry or storming up of a range. It had been that one effacing of the trail, and thereafter the silence of Horse Jin, that had changed it all "Horse," isid Billy Wheeler, "we've got a good case yetl We'll gun-fighte- r, o. r fight this to the last ditch, until they're sick of fighting. They'll nev- er prove" "There'll be. no fight on that," Horse Dunn said. "All my life I've faced things out Behind this girl there ain't ever again going to be a shadow of any dark thing hid." Marian said, "Horse Horse " At the nund of her voice the old man seemed to crumple and break. He sat down on the bare steel cot within his cell, bent his head, and slowly ran his big hands through . his hair. The tears were running down Marian's cheeks, but suddenly her head went up. "What he says he'll do he'll do. No one understands that better then L But there's one other way. There are still cattle, and open country, and spacel" "You mean " "The Argentlnel If he'i spoken of it once, he's spoken of It a dozen times. If he won't keep quiet and exsplratlon and the sound of Its haust coming to him muffled where he lay In the dark on his bare steel cot was Indistinguishable from the voice of Billy Wheeler's roadster. He started up, fearful that be had miscalculated, and delayed too long. But nothing happened; and presently he settled back again. When he judged that most of his allotted time was gone, he sat up on the edge of the cot and drew the ancient derringer out of his right boot His bands automatically tested its well oiled action, raising and lowering the hammer without percussion against the shell. He had never liked that weapon, but he had carried It because it was snub-nose- d and lightly built and fitted in his boot where anyone could see that no gun could go. He pulled off his left boot. Laid close around his ankle, and secured there with a wrap of silk handkerchief, he was carrying four buckshot loaded shells. derrinFired from the ger the shot had poor penetration, as Old Man Coffee had observed; but at short range the shells delivered a sufficiently savage blast as they had well proved. He now took them into his band; and, when he bad pulled his boot on again, be sat weighing them thoughtfully in his great fist and thinking of things deep In the past Presently Horse Dunn grinned to himself and stood up; and one by one he tossed the shells through the iron bars into the dark. He heard them fall and lose themselves in the black alley around his barred celL After all, he bad never expected to see the Argentine. The fourth shell he held a moment or two, wondering if it ought not to be his own. If a man came to the last pinch, and saw for certain what was ahead, it was a pity to leave it to the coyotes to finish him up. But in the end he laughed, easy and indifferent and tossed the fourth shell after the others into the dark. The one remaining shell was In the gun. He stretched lazily, yawned deeply to the bottom of his great lungs; and fired his last shell against the iron door. Up the hill from the sheriffs house came the sound of running feet; the sound stopped outside, and the big keys to the steel door clattered at their locks. This was fold lowed by a brief pause and a conference; Dunn recognized Link Bender's voice and a spasm of regret shook him for the lost shells. Horse Dunn stood up, thrusting the hand which held the derringer into the front of his shirt With his free hand he gripped a bar of his cell high up, and let his knees sag down and his head fall on his chest as the door swung wide. Walt Amos came into the open door, gun in one hand, lantern in the other. Dunn made his voice strangle in his throat as he gasped "Amos in God's name" The young sheriff sprang forward, holstering his weapon. "How in all hell" He fumbled for a key from his belt chattered it at the door of the inner cell "Who got you? Man, can you speak?" Amos set the lantern down, swung the Inner door; and the snub-nose- d derringer that could cut men in two was in his stomach, and Dunn's great fist was clamped on the gun butt for which Amos snatched. "Reach," Dunn said; and the sheriff's hands went up. Horse jerked the sheriff's gun, and tossed It clattering into the shadows. He turned the sheriff, gripped him by the back of the belt, and nosed the empty derringer into his back. He kicked the lantern light into a black shatter, and his voice turned savage as he shoved the sheriff ahead of him into the door ODen-ing. "Now, you out there how about letting drive at this door? Before I wake you up with shot or two under his arm!" Walt Amos sung out in a ghastly snub-nose- lie Never Liked That Alan WNU Weapon. let us fight this thing here at least we can split this place wide open, and start him on his way!" Horse Dunn stood up slowly, like a man rising to the light "Why, Marian why. Marian" "We'll take you out of here! We've still got good men, and horses and guns. Coffee knows the old lost trails that none of these others know. Hold yourself ready tonight this very nightl We're too much for them yet, you hear? We'll come Into this town" Tush, child! I don't care what comes out of this now. I couldn't let you get into stuff like that for me!" "This Isn't for you." she "This Is for me, you hear? told him. We'll " The door flared open and shut again as Old Man Coffee slid in. "The sheriff's started up the hill. What more you want to say say quick!" Tonight" Marian said. "Now you can't argue any more." She . pulled down his head, and kissed him, as Walt Amos hauled open the door. Looking back once more, Billy Wheeler saw that there were tears in the old man's eyes. Yet he thought he had never seen the face of any man so happy, so serene, so secure in what was ahead. For a moment, though, Billy was troubled. As the door closed between them. Wheeler thought that Dunn's eyes were looking at the girl like the eyes of a man seeing her for the last time. CHAPTER XV d low-voice- ' Horse Dunn waited until he was certain that it was dark before be began to count the time. From within the concrete walls be could see no part of the sky, and It was hard to judge the time when you could not see even a stasia star. It was New-Clahis intention to wait three hours Chemists Learn He more. supposed that his people of would choose to strike between and dawn, but he dared not Research results from the nation's take any risk. Their first recon naissance into the town must find laboratories dealing with soil struchim long on his way whatever way tures and the industrial uses of clay, that was to be. Just as there must the absorption behavior of chlorine, no longer be any dark conceal- the surface tension of liquids and ments in the background of Mari- the chemical activity of blood and an's life, so it was also Impossible serum were reported to more than that he allow her the memory of 400 chemists from all parts of the her father's brother as a convicted country participating in the fourmurderer.. Even before the steel teenth annual colloid symposium of door had closed, shutting away his the American Chemical Society at last sight of the girl for whom he the University of Minnesota, writes had labored so long and faithfully, a Minneapolis correspondent in the he had made up his mind what he Chicago Dally News. must do. Bentonite clay, found principaly; mid-nig- ht With war and violence so close Great ly in Wyoming, which possesses the ability of swelling in water, was pui In the spotlight by Prof. Ernest A. Hauser and C. E. Reed of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. They reported several new discoveries relating to the clay, which Is felt no suspense. His only concern becoming increasingly valuable in wns that he should not fail in his Industry and agriculture. Bentonjudgment of his time. Once as he ite was used recently to stop a seriwaited a car came roaring into In-- 1 ous leak in the cofferdam of the ahead he knew that he should have been hearing the Indian medicine drums in his blood, like an old war pony smelling battle; but somewhere along the traiL all that seemed to have gone out of him. He By ELMO SCOTT WATSON Western Newspaper Union. 1 Mir rric The Lost Explorer Mn. -- Vot God's sake take care me cold!" yourselves! He'i got Outside, three figures moveu .knintw in the clear light of the knew risen moon; Dunn saw and nau nuk dui Caldweu. and Halliday time to recognize the third, who corraced to take cover around the ner of the Jail. He supposed this was Link Bender. He heard Hallicalled day swear, and Sam Caldwell man. out a sharp order to the third Halliday shouted, "Walt grapple him!" And Caldwell's thick, sardonic voice said from shadows into which he had disappeared, "Grapfooll" ple him yourself, you Horse Dunn sidled along the wall of the ialL weaving the sheriffs lurching and stumbling figure be tween himself and the general location of Sam Caldwell. Walt Amos called out, "Link, look outl He's coming round the jail!" "You got guts, kid," Horse Dunn said. He got around the jail, backed over the crest of the hilL He wished that he knew where Link Bender had gone. Of them all, Link Bender was the fox. Just over the crest was the long adobe wall of a storeHe got house long since ruined. his back against the remains of this wall, and here rested, for he had been almost carrying the sheriff with one hand. For a moment or two then the night was very stilL His eyes were searching shadows, trying to spot his enemies. But what came to his mind then was that the breeze from the desert was fresh and sweet and very precious in his lungs; and the moonlight that betrayed him was very lovely. And he saw again the moon light of Just such a blue-silvas this, that had once played curious tricks as it wavered in the pale hair of the woman who had become Marian's mother. Suddenly Walt Amo3 twisted like a mountain lion, and his back was strong as the back of a young horse. Horse smashed out overhand with the gun butt In his fist and Amos went down as if felled by the blow of a silvertip, and lay quiet Dunn half turned; and from the end of the adobe wall flame spurted to the roar of a forty-fivHorse Dunn flattened himself against the adobe, and his knees bent; the old derringer almost slipped from his fingers, but he caught it and held it tight Slowly he slid down until he was crouched upon one knee. He was waiting, gathering all his strength. He knew then that if some freak of luck gave him one more chance at his enemies, he would not be able to carry through the promise he had made himself in Marian's name. A figure moved along the shadow of the adobe, coming closer, cautiously. That would be Link Bender. The old fighter could no longer Judge distances very welL He waited as long as he dared, in his ebbing strength. Suddenly Horse Dunn rose straight upward on his heels, hurled the empty derringer in Bender's face, and lunged forward. His big hands groped in thickening darkness for -- er e. his enemyi gun arm. gun was talking, and a second gun, and a third, filling the night with battle uproar. Horse Dunn A stood straight up, staggered back- ward two steps, found the support of the adobe wall; then folded at the knees and went down slowly, his fingers gripping at the adobe bricks. The 84's touring car stood lightless in a clump of creosote bush a hundred paces off the Inspiration road. Val Douglas and Steve Hurley were draped in the front seat, their legs hanging over the doori. Billy Wheeler lay full length on a running board, trying to doze; and though Marian was supposed to be asleep in the back seat he knew that she was as broad awake as he. (TO BE CONTINUED) Uses for Swelling Value to Agriculture Wis., in FROM Ladysmith, 1926. came a story about an imDortant historical discovery which caused something of a sen C.rrsaa Qtni sation in the Middle West. Two woodsmen, Art Charpln end Walter Latsch, had found in a hollow tree a netrifled body which was identi fied, by the clothing and a piece of paper in one of the pockets, as Pierre D'Artagnan, lost member of the Marquette-Jolie- t expedition of J Crochet Lir IBs . Angel Delmote, a Mexican lawyer, announced that he bad obtained from some Jews in Havana, Cuba, an almost priceless historical document It was the original diary of Christopher Columbus which, enclosed in a wax casing, had been thrown overboard when it appeared certain that his ship was about to be shipwrecked in a storm near the Azores in 1493. Thereupon, the experts on historical documents laughed long and loud. "So the original log of Columbus has bobbed up again" they said. "Well, it's about time It comes to light about every two years." They know it's a fake for the very good reason that the diary is written in German and, so far as is known, Columbus could neither speak nor write German. More than that the language of the "diary" is excellent modern German but resembles that spoken in the Fifteenth century no more than the English language of today resembles the English of Chaucer's time. A year previously this "diary" had made its appearance in San Francisco. The two men who had document" bought this took it to a paper company to establish its authenticity by chemical tests. The tests were made and proved that the paper on which the "diary" was written was scarcely i..rfl !tenougn io 1 1 'M ocfuai years Lieut. Refllpe W. Thenuz FURING the Spanish American U war Joseph Pulitzer's New York World had reason to believe that Hearst's Journal was stealing its news by rewriting stories which had appeared on its bulletin board or in early editions of the World. So the World laid a trap for the "pirates." One day it carried a list of Spanish officers reported to have been killed in battle. This list was a long one and the World had paid expensive cable tolls to get it Included in it was the name of Lieut Reflipe W. Thenuz. Immediately the Journal came out with the same list of names, including that of Lieutenant Thenuz. 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Columbus' Diary - o The story, first published in the Rusk County Journal at Ladysmith, was reprinted in many Wisconsin papers, then spread to other parts of the Middle West and finally to all sections of the country. But after two months It was exposed as a hoax. A bulletin of the Wisconsin His torical society pointed out the many absurdities in the tale the claim that mineral matter in the sap of the tree had acted as an embalm ing fluid, that the clothing of the ex plorer should have been preserved and the piece of paper in his pocket should have been readable after 250 1924 the w( ;CE deration- 1675. After this expose, M. D. Hinshaw and Edward Richardson, publishers of the Ladysmith paper, who turned out to be the "woodsmen" of the tale, admitted that the yarn had been concocted as a promotion stunt for the newspaper. But they also pointed out what had been obvious to anyone who had read the first story carefully that, although it was printed in the Rusk County Journal, it was credited to the Rusk County Lyre! ' " Only twice every hours. speed with The tablets act in which rsical f re are xes wh balanci M pased pvity: "d PR( repa :e four 1. Ba relieving th of eohh tressing symptoms throa mJ accompanying sore the tram ly amazing... and ii simple and pleasant TtoJ you do. Crush and dissjtjj genuine Bayer Aspirin of w-glass, one-thi-rd with this folding your head This dux un well baci medicinal gargle almost like a iocai the sore, irritated memJJ your throat. Pain remarb You will say it w c thefewcenUit And a big saving oyer expensive gargles" and buv. "fani when you get genuine BAxt" 1CI I 1 'geta mo i I U TABLITS FULL DOZEN 2SC Vlrtuallylcera Similarly, the Jacksonville (Fla.) Star was caught durine the Balkan troubles of 1912 when It appeared WNII with a front page story about an tding In application . i . airplane battle near a CrooV tnnm inp mi ivi it wnere is used named Temehtmorfnelots which it nff the ririnir, na ulceration as a had "borrowed" from the Jackson Uiickener. If suspensions of in water are allowed to rest ville Metropolis, The next dav the Metropolis announced that the name they will become Increasingly more or this Greek town when viscous and finally form a spelled gel' (. backward, was "Stolen from gelatin-lik- e the dam- of th rvi,,vr. xw.uuiuiu river. Bentonite," said the report, "Is Coulle W g 7. i ben-onl- te material ttvyuii me- cnanical agitation they are quicklv liauIfW T,i. fu'-cuurcan be 'V : .onfSl0--. peculiar b oaH vul "s industrial application. more detailed Furthermore, knowledge should Prove of great value in urJ nd toJ preservation, since soil i-- hi ".War re'al'ofclay Boo? Met" e v"1 "jng capaci ties of bentonite nd k.i. - "cucf Knowl-. edge of the reasons for this of Harmful . Equus Region In Kansas The Eauus recion in Kansn la so called because of the extensive de posits of teeth and bones of fossil horses in what was the river bed streams from the Northwest divert ed loumwara into the valley of the Arkansas by the ice cans which at certain prehistoric periods covered noruieastern Kansas, and closed the Kansas river. The stream deposits piaces are 200 feet thick. Termites Destroyed Jamestown Termites daitrnvari J I .St. Helena in 1870. ot art nnv. NtbXH "tf!u th y""a poionibc1 tody . irftS Symptom. 71. Vrf pertintent he"?' j,,, tting "'', P Hir.l t'.oric ThV hv PQUii vJ Jftitf12i , gy I1 I 8n |