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Show csAiicnxa valley iejuksl, TnussnAT, aicil , "This; ta Stir that fire. Isaiah. meat SabraV Ci marron By' EDNA FERBER Oopjrricht bjr Frbm errlo. Edna WHO "Won't yon sit and rest yourself, mu'auiV" suggested the spokesman. The" words were hospitable enough, yet: there was thM in the boy's tone wfc'.ch convey? to Satra the sursesHr.n thnt she nnrt CIn find bttpr gone. She took Clm's hand. Now that her fright was past she thought she must h;sve looked very silly running down the draw with her tears and her pigtail She thanked and her screaming. them, using a little southern charm and southern drawl, which she often legitimately borrowed from the ancestral Venables for special occasions such as this. she "I'm ve'y grateful to now said. "You've been mighty kind. If you would Just drop around to our camp Tm sure my husband would be delighted to meet you." The young man smiled more sweetly than ever, and the others looked at him, an inexplicable glint of humor In faces. their weather-beate"I sure thank you, ma'am. We're you-all,- " n "rtln' ;( ,mto. tfi rirt 1o Yi on1 mn how about you getting Floyd, a piece of deer meat for the lady, seeing she's been cheated of her supper. Now, if you and the little fella don't mind sittin' up behind and before, why, I'll take you back a ways. You probably run fu'ther than you expected, ma'am, scared as you was." She had, as a matter of fact, in her terror, run almost half a mile from camp. He mounted first. His method of accomplishing this was something of a miracle. At one moment the horse was standing ready and he was at its side. The next there was a flash, and he was on its back. It was like an optical illusion in which he seemed to have been drawn to the saddle as a needle flies to the magnet Cim he drew up to the pommel, holding him with one hand : Sabra, perched on the horse's rump, clung with both arms round the lad's slim waist. Something of a horsewoman, she noticed his fine Mexican saddle, studded .with sliver. From the sides of the saddle hung d pockets whose bulge wp the outline of a gun. A slicker such fr tyi-i- hair-covere- trails niad a compact roll behind the saddle. Suddenly she noticed that the young rider wore gloves. The sight of them made her vaguely, , uneasy, as though some memory had tr peen stirred. She had never seen a 'jF 'alnsman wearing gloves. It was absurd, somehow. A hundred feet or so - from the camp he reined in his horse abruptly, half turned in his saddle, and with his free hnr.d swims Sabra gently to the ground, loaning far from his sndcile and keeping a firm hold on Cim and reins as he did so. He placed the child in her upraised arms, wheeled, and was cone before she could open her Hps to frame a word of thanks. The piece of deer meat, neatly wrapped, lay on the ground at her feet. She stood staring after the galloping figure, ship-sha- pe She took Cim's hand. dumbly. To- gether they ran toward the camp. Isaiah had a fire going, a pot of coffee His greeting to Cim was bubbling. Ten minutes sternly admonitory. later Yancey galloped in, empty handed. "What a chase he led me! Twice I thought I had him. I'd have run him Into Texas if I hadn't thought you'd be" Sabra, for the first time since her marriage, felt superior to him; was Impatient of his tale of prowess. She had her own story to tell, spiced with Indignation. . . . and Just when waa ready to die with fright, there iL-5-f was, talking to those four men, and Jrttlng on the knee of one of them as 'though he'd known him all hie life, eating nuts." Tancey seemed less Interested In the part that she and Cim had played In the adventure than In the appearance and behavior of the four men In the draw, and especially the charming young man who had ao gallantly brought them back. "Thin faced, was he? And a youngster? About nineteen er twentj.Tr What else?" "Oh, a low voice, and kind of sweet, aa though he aang tenor. And his -- teeth" Yancey interrupted. "Long, weren't The two at the side, I mean. " Like a wolfs?" Ho you know "Yes. How did you him?" "Sort of," Yancey answered thoughtfully. Sabra was piqued. "It was lucky for us it was some one who knows you, Because you don't teem probably. to care much about what happened to as what might have happened." "Yon said you wanted to go. they? Welir i We've also noticed there are as many broken resolutions a month after New Year as there are broken toys a week after Christmas. get'at we're z moving on." Xw? Toi!lj:l):7 Put It's late.. I thoug'.it we wit minting brrt for the night." "Well eat and get going. MoonI don't Just like It here light toni-h- t. There's been a lot of time lost this afternoon. We'll push on. In another day or so, with luck, we'll be In Osage, snug and safe." They ate hurriedly. Yancey seemed restless, anxious to be off. They Jolted on. Cim slept, a little ball of weariness, In the back of the wagon. Isalab drowsed beside Sabra. She must have dozed off, for suddenly the sun's rays were sharply slanted, and she shivered with the cool of the prairie night air. Voices had awakened her. Three horsemen had dashed ont of a little copse and stood In the path of Yanrey's lead wagon. They were heavily armed. Their hands rested on their guns. Their faces were grim. All tLree wore the badge of United States marshals, but there was about them something that announced this even before the eye was caught by their badge of office. The leader addressed Yancey, his voice mild, even Be-caus-e gentle. "Howdy." "Howdy." "Where you bound for, pardner?" "Osage." The questioner's hand rested lightly on the butt of the at his waist "What might your name be?" "Cravat Yancey Cravat." The spokesman's face lighted up with the slow, incredulous smile of a delighted child. "I'll be doggoned!" He turned his slow grin on the man at his right, on the man at his left. "Yancey Cravat!" he said again, as though they had not heard. "I sure am pleased to make your acquaintance. Heard about you till I feel like I knew you." "Why, thanks," replied Yancey, unusually modest and laconic. Sabra knew then that Yancey was playing one of his roles. He would talk as they talked. Be one of them. "Aimin' to make quite a stay in Osage?" "Aim to live there." "Go on! I've a notion to swear you in as deputy marshal right now, darned if I ain't. Citizens like you is what we need, and no mistake. Lawy'in'?" "I'm planning to take up my law practice in Osage, yes," Yancey' answered, "and start a newspaper as well." : . The three looked a little perturbed at this. They glanced at each other, then at Yancey, then away, uncom-fcrabl"Oh, newspaper, huh?" There was little enthusiasm In the marshal's voice. "Well, we did have a newspaper there for a little while In Osage, 'bout a week." "A daiiyX ;: , "A weekly." There Was something sinister In this. "What became of it?"-weTI," seems the editor: name of Pegler died." "Who killed him?" A little shadow of pained surprise passed over the features of the marshal. "He was Just found dead one morning on the banks of the Canadian. Bullet wounds. But bullets Is all pretty much alike, out here. He might 'a' killed himself, plumb discouraged." The silence fell again. Yancey broke it. "The first edition of the Oklahoma Wigwam will be off the press two weeks from tomorrow." He gathered up the reins as though to end this chance meeting, however "Well, gentlemen, agreeable. Glad to have met you." The three did not budge. "What we stopped to ask you," said the spokesman, In his gentle drawl, "was, did you happen to glimpse four men anywhere on the road? They're nesting somewhere in here, the Kid and his gang. Stole four horses, robbed the bank at Bed Fork, shot the cashier, y. good-evenin- g. and lit out for the prairie. Light complected, all of .'em. The Kid Is a slim young fella, light hair, red handkerchief, soft spoken, and rides with gloves on. But then you know what he's like, Cravat, well's I do." In nodded Yancey agreement "Everybody's heard of the Kid. No, sir, I haven't seen him. Haven't seen anybody the last three days but a Kaw on a pony and a bunch of dirty Cheyenne In a wagon. Fanny thing, I never yet knew a bad man who wasnt light cosaplected or, anyway, bine or . fray eye."' ' ' "Oh, say, now !" protested the mar shal, stroking his sandy mustache. "Fact Ton take the Kid, and the James boys, and Tom O'PhalUard, and the whole Mailing rang." How about yourself? You're pretty good with the gmn, from ail accounts. And black as a crow." . Yancey lifted his great head and the heavy lids that usually drooped ewer the gray eyes, and looked at the marshal "That's so," said the other, as though In agreement at the end of an argument "I reckon It goes fur killers and fur killers of killers. . . . Well, boys, we'll be lopln'. Good luck to you." "Good luck to you I" responded Yancey, politely. The three whirled their steeds spectacularly, raised their right hands In salute; the horses pivoted on their hind legs prettily; Cim crowed with delight They were off In a cloud of red rust made redder by the last rays of the setting sun. Yancey gathered up his reins. Sabra stared at him In bewildered Indignation. 'Tut the person who shields a criminal Is Just as bad as the criminal himself, Isn't her Yancey looked bock at her around the side of his wagon top. nis smile was mlschlevoos, sparkling, Irresistible. "Dent be righteous, Sabra. It's mi eyes, la her white face, were two and a terrible trait to black boles burned la piece of , y iU ' paper. next day, Just before sunset, after pushing on relentlessly through -- rwhat was it? What was It?" "What was Lat? Why aren't you the blistering sun of midday. Yancey poiuted with his wagon whip to some- asleep, sugar?" "Those shots. And the screaming. thing that looked like a wallow of And the men hollering." mud dotted with crazy shanties and "Shots?" He was unstrapping his tents. Theatrically he picked Cim op In his arms so that the child, too broad leather belt with Its twin whose menacing heads peered might see. But he spoke to Sabra. "There It la," he said. "That's our Just above their bolsters. He wore It always now. It came. In time, to repfuture home." resent for her a sinister symbol of all the terrors, all the perils that lay waitCHAPTER III middle class woman." 1 ! JTJW ac, Mr. and Mrs. M, JL Hunsaker companied their daughter and Mr. and Mrs. George Burden, and baby of Honeyrille to the Logan Temple, Friday. After her return from Logan, Alice Hunsaker spent the week end with her sister, Mrs. George Burden, of son-in-la- w, 14 ONE 85 CENT BOTTLE OF KRUSCHEN SALTS DID IT Honeyville. Mr. and Mrs. Rasmus Jensen of Thatcher, visited with Mr. and Mrs. H. P. Rasmussen last Wednesday. Mr. and Mrs. Hans Jensen and Miss Johanne Johnsen, of Salt Lake, were guests of Mr .and Mrs. R. P. Hansen last Sunday. Mr. and Mrs. Zyril Wright and chil ing for them In this new existence. aren, oi were guesis oi I don't recollect hearing and Mrs. ugaen, "Why, sugar, Kim Mann, last Sunday. Oh that 1" He threw back lu any Mr. and Mrs. Lewis Germer, of Dew great bead and laughed. "That was eyville, called on J. P. Christensen, Just a cowboy, feeling high, shooting last Sunday. Clare Mann went to Lewiston Sunout the lights over in Strap Turket's saloon. On bis way home and having day to accompany Miss Baird, of Gara little fun with the boys. Scare you, land, back, after attending a wedding shower for Miss Baird's sister. did itr Mr. and Mrs. L. S, Mann and Mr. (To Be Continued) and Mrs. W. E. Wood, all enjoyed a shower given in honor of Mrs. W. G. Carter Sunday evening at her home in ! Garland. ( Elwood Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Larsen and June attended the school op Mr. and Mrs. Carrol, of Logancame daughter, in Brigham City Saturday and eretta over Sunday afternoon to console it immensley. their daughter, in her sadness, thru enjoyed The M M sewing club went to the loss of their home. Friday, where Mrs. Dale SaunCasper Andreasen and son, Nor- ders was the hostess. Afteh their man, went to Malad Sunday. regular business delicious refreshMrs. Harriett Woodside, of Salt ments were served by the hostess. Lake, returned to her home last WedMr. and Mrs. Andrew Petersen, of nesday, after a two week's stay with Wendell, Idaho, and daughter, Hazel her mother, Mrs. Julia Jensen, who is visited relatives here Sunday. Mr. still in very poor health. Her daugh- and Mrs. Petersen returned Sunday, Mrs. Wm. ter, Rice, of Logan, came while Miss Hazel will stay and visit Wednesday to assist in caring for her her many friends and relatives at Cor mother. inne. Mr. and Mrs. Ira Andersen and children went to Salt Lake to visit relatives Saturday and Sunday. Mr. and Mrs. Lloyd Willie and baby, Money of Lewiston, were guests of Mr. and Mrs. M. L. Hunsaker, last Sunday. Mr. and Mrs. Jens Sorensen and Mr. and Mrs. Christensen and daughter, and Mrs. Steens, of Logan, visited H. P. Rasmussen Sunday. J. P. Christensen invited the band on Irrigated Land. 6 per to play at his home last Sunday, after their practice they were all treated cent. No commissions. PczzzCz OI Vet rs Long before the end of that first nightmarish day In Osage, Sabra bad confronted her husband with blazing eyes. "I won't bring up my boy In a town like this!" It had been a night and a day fantastic with untoward happenings. Their wagons had rumbled wearily down the broad main street of the settlement a raw gash in the prairie. All about on either side, were wooden shacks, and Indians and dried mud and hitching posts and dogs and crude wagons like their own. It looked like pictures Sabra had seen of California In '49. They bad spent that first night in a rooming house above one of the score of saloons that enlivened jr. -- I Col-linst- Unlimited to LOAN "I am starting on my second bottle of Kruschen Salts and am real pleased with results. I take it for reducing and so far have lost 14 pounds and 1 think it is doing wonders for me, -- I do not feel so tired evenings when 1 get home from work." A generous bottle of Kruschen Salts that lasts 4 weeks costs but 86 eeats at the Wallace Drug Co., Tremonton, Utah or any drugstore in America take one half teaspoon in a glass of hot water every morning before break; fast cut out pastry and fatty meats go light on potatoes, butter, cream and sugar that will help Kruschen take off your fat Before the bottle is empty surplus fat is leaving you indolence changes to activity youH feel younger eyea will brighten step grows spry. Millions know this you ought to know it Kruschen Salts is the ideal treatment for constipation, indigestion headaches, nervousness and acidity. Take Kruschen every morning it's the little daily dose that does it if not joyfully satisfied after the first bottle money back. (Adv.) to candy. Sunday evening J. P. Christensen accompanied Bishop Walton, of Tremonton, to Ogden to visit Mr. and Mrs. E. A. Stenquist. Mrs. Stenquist is very ill at the Dee hospital. Her many friends here wish for her speedy recovery. The Relief Society will conduct a Temple eycursion neyt Friday and evening. Remember the musical treat given at Garland next Sunday at 3 o'clock Everybody is invited. Mrs. Lillywhite and Misa Limb of the Primary Stake Board, visited the Primary here last Wednesday. JOHN J. SI1UMWA1 Phones: B. R. V. 69.a-2- ; Bell, 129 Pawhuska Avenue, It Was Called. the main street Pawhuska avenue, it was called. The street stopped abruptly at either end and became suddenly prairie. The greasy food set before them in the eating house sickened Sabra. She shrank from the slatternly bold-facegirl who slammed the dishes down in front of them on the oilcloth-covere- d table. At this same table with them there was only one, a long board acd commodating perhaps twenty sat men talking In great rough voices, eating with a mechanical and absent-minde- d thoroughness, shoveling rwtatoes.. canoed vegetables, pl Intp their mouths with knives. Cim was terribly wide awake and noisily unruly, excited by the sounds and strangeness about him. Sabra had taken him up to the bare and clean enough little room which was to be their shelter for the night. From wide-eye- d wakefulness Cim had become suddenly limp with sleep. Yancey had gone out to see to the horses, to get what Information he could about renting a bouse, and a shack for the newspaper. A score of plans were teeming in his mind. "You'll be all right," he had said. "A good night's sleep and everythlngH look rosy in the morning. Don't look so down In the mouth, honey. You're going to like it." "It's horrible I .It's and those men! Those dreadful men." " 'For my part, I had rather be the first man among these fellows than the second man in Rome.' " He kissed her ; was gone with a great flirt of his coat tails. She heard his light step Clattering down the flimsy wooden stairs. She could distinguish his beautiful vibrant voice among the raucous speech of the other men below. , The boy was asleep in a rude box bed drawn up beside theirs. Black Isaiah was bedded down somewhere In a little kernel outs:de. Sabra sank susplclouly down on the rtrM?'i! mattress. The walls of the room were wafer thin mere pine slats with cracks between. From the street be low came women's shrill laughter, the sound of a piano hammered horribly. Bones clattered by. Voices came up fat Jocose greeting;' there were eon versatlons and arguments excruciatingly prolonged beneath her window. Yet somehow she had fallen asleep tn otter exhauetloa, only to be awals g ened by pistol shots, a series of of crash the and tinkle yells; broken glass. . Then came screams of women, the sound of horses galloping. She lay there, cowering. . dm stirred In bis bed, sighed deeply, slept again. She was too terrified to go to the window. Her shivering seemed to shake the bed. She wanted to waken the child for comfort, for company. She summoned courage to go to the window ; peered fearfully out Into the dim street below. Nothing. No one In the street Yancey's bleeding body was not lying in the road ; no masked men. Nothing again but the clink of glasses and plates; the tinny plane, the slap of cards. She longed with unutterable longing, not for the sweet security of her bed back In Wichita that seemed unreal now but for those nights In the wagon on the prairie with no sound but the rustle of the scrub oaks, the occasional stamp of horses' hoofs on dry clay, the rippling of a near-b-y stream. It was midnight when Yancey came In. She sat up In bed In her d nightgown. He w d red-face- blood-curCln- high-necke- long-sleeve- S FOR SALE In 8 months time our company has paid $15,000.00 to Utah policy holders to fix wrecked cars. $1238.00, of which was paid Box Elder County policy holders. 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