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Show PATTERNS Flower pots can be made from buckets or cans. Paint them, paste on magazine pictures in color and then shellac. To keep coat buttons from tearing out, sew a smaller button on the under side, running the thread through both. Clean your oil mops in hot By stagescreenMdio VALE ' By VIRGINIA Released by Western Newspaper Union. garson claims GreerLoretta Toomey is stand-i- n of Hollywood. Miss Toomey was the good luck for Sonja Henie, and Joan Davis Drew Ellen ing powder, with a little ammonia. before going to Metro to be n stand-ifor Hedy Lamarr and Put your kitchen table on casters. You then can roll it where Ruth Hussey. All of them did you want it and save yourself all right, youll remember. ter to which has been added wa- stand-i- n wash- Three years ago she became Miss and how that Garsons stand-i- n When stewing dried fruits, the young woman has forged ahead! addition of a small amount of Now Miss Garson has lent her for lemon rind will give a better a second time (the first was When flavor. Theresa Wright got her for some scenes in Mrs. Miniver) to Susan Ravel the thread from an old Peters, for scenes when Miss Garsilk stocking and use it for catchson doesnt need her in Rancjom ing and mending runners in other Harvest; theyre rivals for Ronald It is stronger and less Colmans affections, in the picture, hose. noticeable than darning thread. but never meet. thought so highly of Mrs. Miniver" that they advocated showing it at advanced prices. But the suggestion was turned down, on the theory that this swell picture really belongs to the people, and that the greatest number should see it in the shortest possible time. Nicholas M. Schenck, president of Loews, Inc., Metro distributors, is responsible. Jean Hersholt, the kindly Dr. Christian of the CBS Wednesday night series, has completed the first of his two albums of childrens tales rf f-- v u I lolc Grain CHAPTER IV At daybreak Clay Morgan rode as Antelope Plains with the roundup crew and worked with it until Afterwards he set off to have a look at the grass and water on the western edge of the Moguls. Gurd Grant, having business at his own ranch, went along. Gurd was a big and completely friendly man of Morgans age with light features and a consistently pleased expression in his eyes. There was no malice and no subterfuge of any kind in Gurd. But now, as he rode, he spoke in a rather troubled, uncertain way of Herendeen. "You know, Clay, he aint such a bad fellow. I hate to see you two start chewing the same piece of leather. Of course, you never did like each other. I can remember as far back as school when you and Ben got in some pretty tough jangles. Gurd, said Morgan, turning toward his partner, I want to warn you. Bens the kind of a fellow that gets worse the farther he goes. Maybe hell start by chasing a few crooks out of the country. But he wont stop there. Hell get the idea that nobody has any rights unless theyre riding close to him. Riding on through the short hills, they came to Crowfoots quarters seated in a small round valley backed against the Haycreek Hills. A creek, charging out of the pine timber, crossed the meadow in front white house of a low, surrounded by poplar trees. The two dismounted in this pleasant shade and went back to the dining room for a late noon meal. They were still at the table when a single rider came out of the hill trail at a full gallop. A moment later Catherine Grant appeared. "Gentlemen, she said, you are both very solemn. Gurd Grant held his seat with a brothers habitual indifference but Clay Morgan rose at once before this laughter-lovin- g girl with the gay and gently blue eyes. This was Catherine Grant, who, with her brother Gurd, ran Crowfoot. Once, she reflected there was a man named Morgan. He lived on top of a mountain and never did come down. He grew a beard, so they say, and got the habit of talking to himself. I wonder whatever happened to him? Crazy as always, said Gurd. And quit running your horse down that trail, you hear? She didnt hear. She stood in front of Clay, stripping away her riding gloves smiling and watching his answering smile break the solid healthy darkness of his face. Gurd Grant sat as an interested and forgotten spectator to this scene, quick to note his sisters instant gaiety in front of Clay, and Clays lightening expression. There always had been an odd closeness between these two Sometimes, as now, that people. closeness puzzled him and sometimes bothered him; he never could get at Its meaning. All he knew was that whenever they met they seemed to share some old memory which excluded everybody else, as now. He rose and left the room. The cook brought Catherine her meal. She sat opposite Clay, eatmg a little and talking a little. Clay lighted a smoke. He braced his elbow on the table, chin propped in Your hair, his long, heavy hand. he said, is getting darker. Thats gray you see. Gray from worry. When you were eighteen it was almost a carrot red. She said: I remember you said that once, a long time ago. It almost made me cry. I came home and wondered if I could dye it We used to talk pretty straight, didn't we? We had some tall quarrels. She gave him a straight, smileless look. "W'hy did we ever quarrel, Clay?" he said, it was beMaybe, cause we always stuck together and had so damned much fun. He wasnt sure of what he wished to say. This girl was a close, deep part of his life. Once, she had been nearer to him than any other woman. Some of that old feeling remained, so that when he sat by her now he had a feeling of pleasant ease; knowing that he had to explain nothing to her, knowing that she understood. Suddenly she rose and turned away, knowing what was in his mind. He left the table, following her out to the house porch. He said: See you later, Catherine. AU right. Clay." Gurd came around the house. He said to his sister In a teasing, amused voice: Rakin up the ashes of an old fire?" far as the long-galleri- As recommended by I he U.S. NUTRITION FOOD RULES U.S. nisos US tub B rm op MONO KOMMTNOW JEAN IIERSHOLT moo THOM recordings. This is the first step In a plan that he has had for many years, to bring worthy translations of Hans Christian Andersons Danish fairy tales to the American public. 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Most of th unhappiness in the world can bp traced to a tack of this feeling. Thus adver Using shows another of its manifold facets shows Itself as on aid toward making oil ouf business relationships more secure and pleasant. SSSSSSSSStSitSSi Joe Pasternak, who produced Deanna Durbins films for so long, has discovered a new singing star, Mary Croft. He gave her a role in his first Metro picture, Tulip Time," then sent her to New York for a year's study before making more pictures. So when you see the picture, look for her you may have the satisfaction of seeing a future stars first performance. Warner Brothers bought screen rights to The Miracle, the religious spectacle play, some years ago as a vehicle for Bette Davis After several script writers had tried their hands at adapting it it was shelved. Now we hear that It may be screened. Vox Top begins Its third year of programs from military, naval and armament establishments along with its eighth of network broadcasting. It was the first radio program to adapt and contribute its facilities to national defense, the first to present the voices of selectees In training, the first and only one to Latin undertake a America tour. Good-Neighb- Randolph Scott, Glenn Ford, Evelyn Keyes and other members of the cast got a real western reception when they arrived in Utah for Local cowhands Desperadoes. held up the train and kidnaped the stars. Miss Keyes Is the first Hollywood actress to make a hobby of collecting military insignia representing armed forces of all the United Nations has more than 300 insignia buttons. ODl IS A A D EDS 4s a purling gift uhen she lift !ew York for a ta culion, Rate Smith's sponsor presented her uuh a three-sea- r contract rrncuul H alter Reed, young leading man ducotcred recently hr RKO, has been assiemd an important role tilth Rat Ollrirn, Randolph Srott and Anne Shirler in Bombardier" . . . Mrs M inner'' started a Mrs crele -- Metro is making " The K ar and Mrs. Rudies," and has bought Mrs. Iarkmgtan for Greer Carson . . . Carol Anne Beery, W a lly's daughter, gate him a siher mounted bridle for hts faiorite horse. ... Ernest Haycox h THE STORY SO FAR: Clay Morgan Is determined to play a lone hand against Ben Herendeen, a rancher who is out to run the cattle country his own way. As a rancher, Morgan knows he must protect his own rights, but he doesnt like Herendeens methods. Of his former friends, only Hack Breathitt has not The gone over to Herendeens side. rest Charley Hillhouse, Gurd Grant and Lige White, for example, are supporting Herendeen, more or less In self defense. They don't like his methods, either, but they believe that if they dont follow him they will lose everything. Now conUnue with the story. many steps. Incidentally, some exhibitors SEWING CIRCLE Hush. You two," commented Gurd, "used to be pretty thick. Before Why don't we go into War Pass some night, Catherine, and paint the town? Lila came along. I always wondered how thick? She straightened against the porch post and showed him a expression. Gurd laughed a little, seeing his sister close up on him, and ceased to laugh, when he I dont thought of something else. like the way hes acting. He wont talk to Ben. He never No, said Catherine. will. was something that had to do with Lila and Beif, wasn't it? She shook her head. Never mind, Gurd. The quick ruffle of horses hooves turned her against the porch post and in this attitude she watched Herendeen and Lige White cross the meadow. When they reached the porch Lige White lifted his hat with a gallant flourish he could never escape. Herendeen simply stepped Want to see you, down, saying: Gurd. It Herendeen said, Why dont we go into War Pass some night, Catherine, and paint the town? They sat down in the drowsy shade of the living room. Lige White looked around, chuckling over a sudI remember how your den fancy. mother used to receive visitors here. A very proper and courteous woman, Gurd. said Ben Herendeen, Gurd, blunt and impatient as always, were going to set some men on these hill trails at night Just to see who travels em after dark. Lige has agreed to take care of the Antelope Plains. Im posting one near the west base of the Moguls. I want you to keep some men up there on the high trail to War Pass. Be sure they dont talk and be sure they do this after dark. said Gurd. But youre fishin with a pretty loose net What we need is a man to just ride around with his eyes and ears open, without being suspected. said Lige detective, Range All right White. Herendeen gave both of them a stolid look. Already got that man. Who? asked Grant Herendeen bent forward and let the mans name drop softly into the room. Now, he added, say nothing about it. Anybody knew it was him, his life wouldnt be worth much. He put his hard stare on I dont want Morgan Gurd Grant. ' to know, either." Well now, answered Gurd Grant with slow discomfort, I dont know about that Hes in this, too. What was he playin along with Ollie Jacks for? Anybody know where he really stands? Anybody got a square answer out of him? No. Until we do well keep this to ourselves." He had a way of dropping his closed fist through the air to drive home his talk; he did it now. Then he added, dryly: It may be hes on the other side of the fence. Thats a damned fool thing to say, flared up Gurd Grant I dont like it. Hes protecting Hack Breathitt, pointed out Herendeen. And whats Hack? Figure it out. Wait a minute, said Gurd Grant, Hacks all right. He made camp with Pete Bor- ders last night, said Herendeen. Grant scowled at the news. Foolish thing to do, he admitted. You two felHerendeen rose. lows meet me at my place around six. Maybe I can show you some-thinMaybe, before long, we'll smoke out Morgan. Far as Im concerned, its fish or cut bait. Well have this country empty of people that dont belong in it by ninety days. He slapped his hand sharply against his knee and rose, leading the other two to the porch. Catherine remained by the steps. Herendeen paused and put his round blue glance on her, cool and appraising; he betrayed himself to her, in the way he used his eyes. He showed her what he was thinking. Friday night then, Catherine, g. he said and went to his horse, riding out of the meadow with Lige White. reflected Catherine, Gurd, be careful in what you promise Ben. Gurd said: Weve all got to stick together," and went back through the bouse. Catherine turned into the house, climbing the stairs to her own room. She started to remove the riding habit but stopped and sat on the edge of the bed, closly thinking. All the talk of the men had come through the front rooms open window to her all of it, excepting the name of Herendeens informer. Leaving Grants ranch, Clay Morgan rode north through a gentle roll of hills carpeted with bunch grass and loosely studded by twisted, ancient junipers and jack Later in the afternoon he pine. passed the valley of Herendeens ranch at some distance and entered the footslopes of Mogul, through short ravines shaded by box elder and alder and cottonwood. Thus he rode upward with the quartering trails of Mogul, toward its plateau in the late afternoon hours. The sun fell behind the western mountains in a formless red eruption. In another half hour twilight, cool and tremendously still, whirled about him. Beyond eight oclock he sighted the glint of light from his ranch house, shining across the flats. Reaching home, he had supper and sat on the porch. Muscular weariness loosened his long frame and the ease of the darkening night got into him; fed and indolent, he swayed the rocker across the loose porch boards and breathed the fragrance of his cigar. Quietly he smoked his cigar, until he heard the far rhythm of a horse coming out of the west, around the foot of the Mogul Hills. He took the cigar from his mouth, cupping its glowing tip in his palm, and sat quietly until the rider turned in at the porch. Catherine Grant called quietly, Clay, and got down. He brought over another rocker. She sat beside him, lying back. Her arm trailed over the rockers arm, g her face was a round blur in the dark. But he didnt need to see it; he remembered how her lips would be long and gently e and pursed, how her eyes would be. She said in a serious voice: Maybe Im doing something you wont like. Im carrying tales. Ben and Lige White came over to see Gurd directly after you left. Bens going to have men out in the hills, looking for rustlers. Hes got somebody in the country pussyfooting for him. I dont know who it is but somebody were all acquainted with, I think. Gurd wanted to tell you all this. Ben said he didnt trust you. Morgan said: Sounds natural. She let the silence go along quite an interval Her voice was cool and You hate him more than near. people realize, Clay. As he hates you. Nothing ever would bring you together. Is that why you took e Jacks part? No, he answered. She didnt press the point. This was the way they had always been, close and tolerant, sometimes angered and frank, but never demanding. She had a silent streak of her own, a depth she never let others see; and she gave him the same respect. She said now: "Do you know why I came? He said, cheerfully: To sit on my porch again. she said, almost as a Clay, warning, lets keep away from that." he said Why did you come? obediently. To tell you I think Ben would do anything to lay a trap for you. Remember that always remember that. He said: Ill tell you this, and turned slowly in the rocker, hearing other horses sweep around the base of the Mogul Hills. Catherine came to her feet. 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