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Show UINTAII BASIN RECORD. DUCHESNE, UTAH SEWING CIRCLE PATTERNS Kathleen Norris Says: Nation Threatened by Internal Corruption N ? DepntT sheriff Jim Doane lets out to rack down a tang of train robbers. Jter meeting Dolores Alvaro and Monte iarcia be resigns bis office and goes to La Rue. Jim forces La Rue ee deed over the ranch be has stolen father. Later be tom Dolores sheriff Flick In pursuit of five torsemen. Next day Jim Is deputized g ;ain by the sheriff to assist In appre-eodmbank robbers. Jim fears that lolores may be In the band. Next day lm and Garcia surprise live horsemen i the mountains and a gun battle follows, loth Jim and Garcia are wounded, me of the horsemen Is La Rue. The benffs posse arrives Just as Jim is hooting it out with La Rue. CHAPTER AY IX The shadow of the westerly wall ad covered the floor of the tiny ass and climbed inch by inch up ie easterly, giving the aide wall irmation a still more fantastic Monte sighed, turning his ead. Doane bent over him. In iontes sight lay the two handsome, and six-gun- s, d he tniled slightly. "Long ago La Rue give those very me," Monte muttered. "It as when I work for him in the liver Palace, years ago, an he was frald of thieves. La Rue must have irgot what he give those guns to ie for eh? But the guns remem- - uns to 1 er! A count of twenty riders stood in background leaning forward in fork jddles, legs hooked up, or standing sobout in groups, to ease saddle-- 3 in 'eary muscles. Little curls of lifted from quiet cigarettes, plurbis vas Sam Flicks posse from ed flaxrrulla City. Poles had been cut olor om desert mesquite and a litter en t instructed between two pack foriules. Men finally lifted Monte up. But, Doane, my frien, it would em I have one leetle thing to con-Fns ss to you," Monte continued, smil-2J- 1 g slowly. Las night when I go and i my house, you know, for horse l guns, it takes me a long while lore yu remember? Thees thing also t fe :plain the real reason why 1 am willing to ride at your side. You p For there in my house las ht. talking mos peaceful-lik- e ,Eito sco, cith my mothaire, I find Miss tern, olores Alvaro. It is much sur-fis- siie , at e! Monte relaxed in the litter. Men oked on and listened. You see? At the time I think .ees young lady have one ver, ver lrd time being in Maxmilla City, immitting one robbery an shoot-8Swhile at the same time she sits I Iking so peaceful with my I othaire. Mos " I Sheriff Sam Flick nodded sudden'll and vehemently. jlMYou said a mouthful, Garcia! ssFUelt had already explained that fjj j Doane and Monte had waited in friend Wells a bit longer the night .fore they would have had his u tt cond telegram with full details. "1 Rue, meeting them in the pass, d most logically thought his only irurse was to shoot a way through. "Ysee, this was to have been anther one of the girls crimes, ck had continued his explanation, Yep, thats just what it to have been! But the whole g, impos-ee-bul!- Cowmans Mortgage and Loan. The rest was found apportioned among La Rues four men. The single rider who had turned back through the pass had met Flicks guns and surrendered. He alone of those men who had fought in the pass had gone unscathed by the battle. Certain detail was attended to. The big posse Flick had commanded took to the saddle. The majority, cowmen from the upper country, chose to hit immediately back for Maxmilla City, to cover the distance while night lay cool over the desert strip. Only the sheriff, Doane, and a handful of riders with the litter that bore Monte Garcia rode on for Sand Wells. Monte had been wounded three times, twice before he left the saddle in the battle. Only the icy nerve of the man could have kept him up so long, seemingly untouched. He was badly hurt. Sunset flamed over the arid country as the little cavalcade rode for Sand Wells. Far west Doane could once again trace the high ranges of the Sierra Nueva, etched on a vivid sky. He remembered things that were past. He shuddered at the hell of thirst and the memory of a madman who was once himself, dragging himself toward those ranges over the desert floor. For a long while he thought of the girl who had saved him. The ranges faded. . . . Night shadow lay suddenly over the ghost land before the riders, over the fantastically formed ridges and barrens, the weird buttes and rock heaps Doane, my frien Stiff and bandaged, Doane leaned from the saddle. The whitish spot of Montes face lay below him In the litter, and Monte seemed to smile into the darkness in that curious, poker-face- d way of his. Doane, my frien, las night when I see her, Dolores Alvaro asks me to learn one thing from you. If possible." Yes?" said Doane, and wondered if he could have heard rightly. Yes, my frien. An it did sound to me as though you have once kissed thees young lady already," Or did she considered Monte. say twice? I forget. But if it is true this came from the heart, then I was given orders. I was to learn an I have learned. You see? That was why I did not wish to speak too soon. There was silence, except for the riding sounds of the little cavalcade the soft creak of saddle leather, the muffled thud of hoofs, the tiny jingle of riders spurs and bridle chains. Stars were low over the black desert. Monte coughed 1 softly. But those orders yes! he whispered. Doane, my frien, I am to bring you to her. ShS will be waiting. Yoii . . . understan? Doane leaned low from his saddle, reached down and gently punched at the shoulder of his friend. "I understand, Monte, old man. Sta bien! And as he straightened up again, Monte saw that his lips were parted in a wide, almost arrogant smile. Doane lifted his hat and jammed it down again at a iJng sorta worked out like this: angle over one eye, with the e cocky, .Them four cowhands of Rues my first posse! come air of a man on his way to collect a million dollars. . . . an in into Maxmilla City, reportin S girl somewhere in the lead. So Night had conquered the earth, utin till along evenin-timLa ie in person simply opens up the and a great full moon rode high in nk. The five of em plunder the the sparkling, starlit skyj. Doane ults an start out. But right came through the front door of sre luck aint so good! Two men Montes house and stood considerppen to be passln in the street ing that old moon as he fumbled He notice things. La Rue dont wait in his jacket for a cigarette. nothin. Starts shootinl Drops was about to speak to that moon when . . . someone spoke to him. K e man; wounds the other. "The moon and the stars , . . they are bright tonight, senor. He was not startled. He did not whirL Strangely enough, he had expected this voice. Yet as It came to him, a warm, pulsing fire welled up within him. He turned slowly, and peered calmly through the whispering shadows of the porch. Her back against the wall of the house, her head held high and her bands pressed against the clapboards, stood Dolores Alvaro. . . . on now. theyre But something In his voice gave him away. Something that erased the look of hurt surprise and momentary fear from the face turned up to him In the soft moonlight, something that threw the girls free hand around his neck and forced his lips down to her cheek. You . . . you have won, senor deputy Doane. Senor Jim, to you. His arm crushed her close and their lips met. When at last he lifted his head and stepped back, Dolores laughingly held out to him her one unshackled hand. The other wrist, my Caballero! You must not let your prisoner escape this time, you know. He Dont worry. I wont snapped the empty cuff about his own left wrist. He turned on his heel, gave a savagely gentle little tug at the handcuff, jerking the girl toward the porch steps. Come on! But where, my Jim? Not to that jail? I would not like it there. Jail nothing, laughed Doane. Youre on your way to the nearest padres. Youll like it there. They passed slowly down the winding, moonlit garden path, shoulder to shoulder. Now and then there was a gleam of steel from the tiny link that held them together. But neither seemed to notice it now; her hand lay in his, quite passive and willing and unresisting. Halfway to the gate, a voice halted them. It was Monte, at the window. My friens, he said, "you will need the what you call it the best man, for the wedding, yes? ' They looked at Monte, at each other, and then walked through the gate. THE END P '''he f the vaqueros from Hermanos. La Rue yellin his id off that she was giftin his k! Alius hintin to me, also, that tty goon she was goin to get fi an pull off somethin' big! Huh! She would! That's pretty id, eh? Ive heard of men hidin lind women's skirts, but never te the way La Rue was workin' Flick laughed. But this here aint exactly wearin skirts. stwise not the way I seen her t. Danged if she didnt hand me J ut tiie hardest-rod- e chase of a S 8 shoriflln career. Fer a faci rrm .the saddle pockets of the We! La Rue had ridden Flick had bv er d the big end of the security stockholders money from the Maxmilla City ed ' es Sc.ish old-tim- e Jivo-j-icc- Jrochs e Help your husband through the hard days of transition from wartime to peacetime, from the strange world that is the camp and battlefield to your sheltered world of garden, telephone, bridge games and washing dishes." By KATHLEEN NORRIS FEW months ago there was enacted in the San Francisco law courts a tragedy as simple and as terrible as any ever written by the classic Greek dramatists. There were four figures in it. One was that of a young strong man who lay dead, shot through the heart. Another was that of an innocent small boy of less than two years. A third was a returned serviceman, scarred by lonely, homesick years of war. And the completing figure was that of a young wife, her face a mask of humiliation, resentment, shame and despair. All four lives as completely ruined as was that of the man who lay dead. A 3 u THIS SEA By George E. Walsh The City of Bahia struck a reef in the Caribbean daring a storm and went down. This was Dick Jordan's chance! Dick was being brought back by Hen Pettigrew to pay his debt to society. Hen had followed him half way around the world. Pettigrew, also, was among the few saved from the wrecked steamer, hut they were on different boats and Jordan hoped he would never see Pettigrew again. But he did. Before running into Pettigrew he fell in and out with pirates, fought many a hitter battle, fell in love with Rose Bedford, captain of a derelict, and demeaned himself as honorably and bravely as any could have done under the circumstances. BEGINNING NEXT WEEK Lonely, foolish tear wives have been responsible for a lot of heartaches and broken homes. In some cases the consequences are even worse. A San Francisco murder trial brought out these facts: A soldier returned to discover that his wife had been carrying on an affair with a man who had plenty of spending money because of his war plant job. She developed such affection for him that she was unwilling to give him up when her husband came back. She asked for a divorce. The husband, with rare forbearance, asked her to give the other man up for a year. She would also live apart from her husband, taking her son with her. Then, at the end of the year, she would choose the man she wanted. She agreed to this remarkable arrangement, but it was not long before she was seeing the other man again. When her husband heard about this second breach of faith, he could stand it no longer. lie killed the other mafl in the love nest." A jury quickly acquitted the outraged husband, but his life is ruined. So is his erring wifes. Their little boy, too, will have to suffer for his mothers selfishness. two-year-o- hearts, and expect to step charmingly into a fresh marriage and new contract to obligations betray. These women ought to get it through their heads once and for all that separation is a hard thing, that loneliness is one of the inevitable trials of war, that men returning are tired, disillusioned, hurt in soul and body, and in no condition to listen to pathetic tales of newly - discovered affinities with other men. The homes of the nation are going to pay a very high price for No enemy these casual from without could ever injure us as deeply as will the slow, steady, destruction of our penetrating homes. It may not show on the surface, but it corrodes from within the homeless, unwanted man pays for it, the demoralized and scattered children pay for It, and In the end the woman pays pays all through the rest of her life. If you happen to be a woman meditating upon just how you'll break the bad news to John, reconsider it. Believe me, within a very few years the new infatuation will lose its glamour, too, and then it will be too late to go back. Give your husband a chance! Help him through th hard days of transition from wartime to peacetime, from the strange world that is the camp and the battlefield, to your sheltered world of gardens and telephone and bridge games and wiping the dishes. Unless hundreds thousands millions of American woman are ready to take up this work of preserving the home, and keeping the children there with itiother and dad, we have indeed lost the war. She ruined four liies, , . , Navy's Diet Experiments, Results of experiments in improving diet, conducted by the navy during the war can be applied to civilian life, says Dr. Clive M. McCay, professor of nutrition at U. and formerly a navy Cornel commander. He mentions the following In particular: the use of a superior type bread containing 6 per cent dry skim milk; development of better spreads and marmalades; Increased use of dry yeast and higher standards of food sanitation. Here is a saga of the sea in which no quarter is asked and none given. Thrilling from beginning to end. TREASURE OF TIIE SEA WEAK AND SELFISH The story is a common one today, a fearfully common one. That it is common will remain an enduring scar on the reputation of American women for all time to come. The husband was away fighting for his life, and all our lives. The woman was lonely; the other man was willing to solace her in her loneliness. They became lovers. When the husband came home, longing for the peace and affection and security of his own fireside, the news that greeted him was that his wife was living with another man and wanted a divorce. She Broke Her Fromise. He tried to be reasonable; he talked to them both. It was arranged that for a year the wife should belong to neither man, and that at the end of that time she would choose. It seems to me that the defeated and defrauded husband showed rare restraint when he forced himself to this much consideration of the pair. But the wife and her lover were no respecters of bargains or promises. Very shortly the husband discovered them together again, unable to exercise even under these circumstances, either decency or l. He shot the lover through, the heart and faced a court trial that ended by his complete acquittal. What price those stolen kisses now to this woman, still young, who has ruined four lives, and cut herself away from the society of womanhood forever? In the natural order of events her baby will go to its father, and and, therefore she loses at one lover and child. This story would not be so Impressive if it were not true of so many wartime homes. Other women have run the fearful risk that this woman ran. Other men are coming home to that smug, selfish announcement, you see, dear, I was lonely and bored, and Bob managed to avoid the draft, and he was right here, with lots of and Id like It so much money if youd just be agreeable about It and give me a divorce." Nation in Peril from Within. A man who sabotages in wartime, and deserts his job, is shot. But there is no recognized punishment for women who break their marriage vows, break up their their husbands homes, break blow-husb- READ cHihe , Rues IVilcs finally Exposed 'nt A But . . aenor , . . did not Monte tell you . . . ? But nothing, said Doane, fighting back a smile Not so many moons ago, senorita, I lay helpless in that bed where Monte lies now. Helpless, and you laughed in my face and told me I would never put these bracelets on your wrist. Well a 1 junior law! e. OS? Feature. Doane moved coolly toward her, his jaws set, his "hand fumbling at a hip pocket. A foot from her, there was a glint of bright steel, and the girl found her right wrist locked in a handcuff. I arrest you in the name of the i if IS (2; &h WNU (( jt)a tj cJlotuj tij j-r-cl On Dolores Wrists one-tim- finally got the wounded mans 'ry, an hour or so later. Then I dwn the second wire to Sand jiUs. This man had seen La Rue ;jth his own eyes! Recognized him 1 yond any doubt! An then why, ng me right at first I wouldnt Some rdly believe the story! ngs had to sorta click in my head it. That Sand Wells train robbery, lstance. Inside job. Id alius fig-i- f red. 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