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Show The Cache American. Loean. Cache County, Utah Tatre Six tr GH0SM r: A$y r ARTHUR M THI STOBT I a4 Ik mmJ u4 kit pttUut, Cum, Imp NU4 lreyl la Iuimm, U I) I tfl.au.r Alta SU4 4 a Ik rrtra(ru4 Ala Amt Ml Hm Itmihim ,. la rur, Itmll, ml Milk Ik Cra-- r HUtl ,r4 'IW I akk-a pita, a LkUh Malta. Mrka k riara tma Ifca Aaa ua IU4 tuna M M laak la aa at aklrk klaa. II fca Ifcr a kllat all I kav I aua OmiM Ik atlttlai Ua kaA mmmt ky anti-aircra- ft pie will take on a coffee is substituted for half the milk. V a cl, auna lkr fc aard da Fray Tk Ik (aklata, tra dampness to articles, for open- akat a alar katl t latail, laa a II tram Eck Hrkc. Tk (U4a fcaark tkal It k kata a yr a at 4 tlla Tumui k will ta4 Ik TamtlaaA. aka kaawa akat Ik Lackka4 aa4 ak r a F yaa, kaa 4laappar4. Na (14. rB 4 la Iklrt ala la I : flu. laiaaak. a 4 U4'a 14 v -- i ; 'C&v rr a M tha contrary, M retorted th older man, you will tail away quit comfortably on th Kovalevka when tha take out her cargo. You will be carried aaf and found to Vladivostok, with money enough, remem ber, to giv you Uire years of travel In Europe and all th vodka your heart may dealre." Tumatead teemed to be conjidi-r-Inthis. But why doesnt your Kovalevka show up?" ha questioned. She will come," was tbt precise-note- d anawer, when w ar ready for her. Ic conditions bav not been of the beat And we, too, have been a little alow In getting our ahlpment in ahape." So damned alow," Tumatead retorted, your stuff won't be any us to you. While you're combing the icicles out of your hair th war'll On be over." Silence," commanded the ateell-e- r voice. "The men of my race are taught to do what they ar commanded to do. And some of it," retorted the other, "Id call uncommonly dirty work." It not for you to question the nature of my work. Tumsteada laugh was harsh. No, Im merely a flyer," he acceded. But Im not the kind who can keep a ihip going without gas. It was the older mans turn to Stand thoughtful. That is a problem," he finally said, which we must In some way solve." Tumsteads repeated laugh was edged with bitterness. Ive gathered in everything thats lying round loose between here and the Pole," he protested. And the next pinch may put us all in the 1 dog-hous- I think not, said the other. "And have a problem more imm- inent "What problem?" Those snoopers which you spoke of. A means must be found to disthem." The speaker courage glance circled about In the uncertain light that surrounded him. They may be closer than we imag- ine." As Frayne disappeared within the tent Tumstead groped about for his fallen cup and reached once more for the coffeepot Slade, watching him, backed quietly away through the underbrush. But his retreat was a brief one. He worked his way down the hollow between the hills and slowly ascended the opposing slope. Then, seeking what cover he could find, he circled back toward the lake front He stopped, from time to time, to listen and look. But nothing, as he went, came between him and the object of his advance. That objective was the shadowy tangle of spruce trees at the waters edge. He noticed, as he drew nearer, how a rough ramp of spruce logs had been built out from the hillside. It was so plainly a landing stage, to make easier the passing of heavy freight into a plane cabin, that no shock of surprise touched Slade when he peered under the matted treetops. For, standing there In the shadows, he saw the stolen Lockheed. ' He climbed to the d ramp and advanced to where two filled ore bags stood together at Its outer edge. He stooped over one of the bags, intent on determining its contents. He failed to see the and burly figure that emerged from the tree shadows behind him and quietly reached for a spruce bole as long as the long bare arm that wielded it. He failed to hear any movement as the newcomer crept forward, as silent as a shadow, and brought the spruce bole down on the stooping flyers head. Slade went down like a clouted rough-timbere- ' rabbit Slade, as consciousness slowly returned to him, found it no easy matter to orient himself. His head throbbed and his body seemed cramped Into quivering helplessness. Then the singing In his ears and the quivering of his frame merged into the throb and drone of a motor. H awakened to the fact that he A stick of cinnamon broken into & Ti: 1 and burly Agora that emerged was in a plane, and that plane was In flight He thought at first that his bod' lly helplessness was du to being so tightly wedged tn between soiled or bags and the pilot's seat But it was due, be found after an effort or two to move, to the fact that both hi bands and feet were tied. Memory esme back to him aa be lay back trying to figure out the reason for all thla. The final mists eddied away as he looked up and saw that the man at the controls was Tumstead. Slade made no to speak. Instead, be quietly tugged and twisted, in the bop of treeing himself. But his struggles were without result. Th plane's pilot however, must have become conscious of them, for his smile was sardonic as be glanced back over a shrugging shoulder. Coming round?" he nonchalantly called out "What does this mean?" demand' ed Slade. Tumstead flew on for a moment or two of silence. It means you're lucky to be alive," be finally announced. That bullhead who knocked you out went back for his Luger. He was all set to give you the works." Slade seemed to be giving thought t to that statement. "What are you going to do with me? be asked. is retorted Tumstead, what I'm trying, to figure out The easiest way, of course, would be to drop you overboard. And that where youd go, all right if we both werent flyers." Then as one flyer to another," Slade asked, why did you steal this plane?" Tumstead' reply to that was snort of laughter. Thats my own affair, he said. "And you should have known better than nose in on it. "Youre flying for Frayne," said his prisoner. Can you suggest anything bet- That" ter?" Slade considered that question. he answered, I know Yes, something better. What?" To head back to Waterways with this Lockheed, while theres still chance of saving your scalp. Tumsteada laugh was hard and reckless. Not on your life, he proclaimed. Its your scalp you need to worry about And its going to be some time before you get back to Waterways. Why do you say that?" Tumsteads glance went over the terrain beneath his floats. Because, a little farther on, Fm going to drop you where youll stay anchored for a considerable stretch of time, he said. Slades response to that was to struggle against the cords constricting his wrists and ankles. But those struggles, he still found, were useless. 'Are we over the Anawotto? questioned Slade, embittered by the thought of his helplessness. We are, answered Tumstead. And its sure empty country." Slades trained ear told him, a minute later, that they were dropping lower. But from where he lay he could see nothing of the outside world. He concluded, from the length of time that Tumstead taxied along the surface, that the waterway on which they had landed was by no means a small one. He could bear the grating of the pontoons on a gravel bar. All out, cried Tumstead. d g and his He prisoner ashore, where with a still deeper sense of helplessness Slade tumbled full length along the pebbled slope. There, after taking a shuddering breath or two, he writhed and twisted about until he was able to fight his way back to a sitting posture. So youre going to leave me here? he said. And I "I am," said Tumstead. can't waste time on talk. But why are you doing this? persisted Slade. Because you got too ambitious. Slade watched the plane being warped around in the shallows. A surge of desolation swept over him half-swun- half-tosse- the milk beaten into custards gives the custards a faint cinnamon color but docs not darken them. .T f . 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Sandpaper rubbed over the surface will make U 8 smooth aa when new. wV 11 HITS &3 ihous some of the training routine of unit! someu here in the Mojave desert A chocolate of California, with sidelights on the daily live of our boys at they new flavor if than better even all terms. comert on prepare to meet Thit iiriV of picture roast artillery ' I wau Ituiu STRINGER J0USEH01D N, as be glanced about at the and barren-ridgeisland surrounded by Its lonely retches of open water. That island, be saw, had little to offer him. Any scrub timber that grew between its ridges, be real ized, would be too email for the making of a raft And even with a raft to deliver him from that watery prison, he further realized at he stared about at th distant d horizon, be would face f wilderness quite empty of life. "1 wont get awsy," he said, "and you know It" Tumstead' laugh was defensively gruff. "Let's hope for the best," he said as be turned back to bii cabin. He emerged, a moment later, with a sheath-knifin an old and battered holster. But as the other man unsheathed the knife Slade saw that the blade waa and long. Hit eye remained on Tumstead as he stepped closer, the knife in his band. The quick look of apprehension that came from bis captive caused Tumstead' dark face to crease with a smile. Im not that yellow," the latter announced aa he stooped and cut the cords that bound Slades wrists together. He was about to do the same with the cords that bound the ankles. But on second thought he drew back and replaced the knife in its sheath. This, after a moments hesitation, he tossed a few paces farther up the shore slope, discreetly out of reach. Then as Slade sat trying to work life back into his benumbed hands the older man coolly explored the other's pockets. From them he extracted a lighter and a package of cigarettes. A cynic smile played about his Ups as he touched the Uttle flame to a cigarette end and tossed the Ughter back to its owner. "You may need that, he observed. But seeing Ive been out of fags for over a week FU keep the smokes." So thats all the chance you give me, said Slade, watching him as be luxuriously Inhaled. 'It's about all I can afford," Tumstead said as he swung about and No glanced down at his feUow-flyelook of commiseration softened the older man's face. But tor a moment a frown of meditation wrinkled his forehead, a frown foUowed by a small shoulder movement of dismissal. Happy landing," was his curtly Ironic exclamation as he turned away and climbed aboard his ship. The man on the beach waited for the roar of the motor. But that famiUar crescendo of sound failed to greet him. What he heard. Instead, was Tumsteads cynically indifferent voice calling down to him. At the same time a package was tossed ashore. "Thats a pound of German army chocolate," Tumstead announced as he tossed still another object toward the motionless figure on the shore slope. "And here's a can of bully-bee- f. d ft regiment (top) pulls Leaving their base camp, this out across the desert to the firing range. Lower photo shows the soldiers, after a rigorous day of drilling in the windswept e temperature of the desert, filing past the kitchen. anti-aircra- anti-aircra- ft blue-haze- ' v h- SV.::- Ft .r--, . , "-'V- " CLASSIFIED DEPARTMENT 1 PERSONALS ' C' The breadbox should be frequently washed out, dried and thoroughly aired by keeping the lid open a little. Thus, the bread never will get a musty taste. To keep it from becoming too dry, place a small washed potato in the box. Moisture is given off by the potato but not enough to cause mildew. r lirti Certificates htlldfluili nmwMry imrChi B 'k W. Wasrgtney Ifliy , Xemwt, U Cflttt e -- - He shrugged v" V keen-edge- d r. , . . 7 - - 77 q, Private Lloyd Lammers of Fort Here is Private Ralph Jacobsen, of Seattle, quenching his thirst Worth, Tex uses his mess kit to from his canteen. dig a fox hole in shale and sand. ' v . - . -- i, . j The problem of what to send a service man has been solved by the men themselves. Tobacco tops the list of gifts service men prefer from the folks back home, according to numerous surveys. If you have a friend or relative in the armed forces Army, Navy, Marines, or Coast Guard who smokes a pipe, or a pound of his favorite tobacco is very much in order. A big favorite with many service men is Prince Albert, the world's largest-sellin- g smoking tobacco. Local dealers now are featuring Prince Albert in the pound can for the men in the service. rolls-his-ow- Adv. AVAY GO conns Pain goea quick, corn speedily removed trbea you use thin, eoothinjt, cu&hkning Dr. Scholl Zmo-pad- a. Try them I KILL ALL FLIES Plated anywhere. Daisy Ply Kilier attracts aod ALUs flics, Guaranteed, effective. Nest, convenient Cannot spill W Ulnot aoU orlniurc anytntnt. LasU all season 2oo at iu dealer. Harold Somers, Inc., 150 Lie Kalb A veB klyn,N.Y. Private Ben Haddock of San Diego, Calif tucks himself in his fox. hole to read a letter from the girl friend . Right: PFC Roy Falls all of 5 feet tall, tries to convince Pvt. Maurice Whaley, 6 ft. 4, that all men are created equal. tVi'kl,iViVQlk4T---- ir Ak f. r ' S y 7y 1i 4' i zi .WAHK . .. ,.r-- DON'T LET SLOW YOU UP When bowels are sluggish end you feel irritable, headachy and everything you do is an effort, do as million e do chew FEEN-A-MINthe modern chewing gum lexative. Simply chew FEEN-A-MIN- T before you go to bed sleep without being disturbed next morning gentle, thorough relief, helping you feel ewell again, full of your normal pep. Try FEEN-AMINTastes good, is handy and economicaL A generous family supply 'V - vO - 'a DAI 5 YtF LYK I LLE R CONSTIPATION wA ss' I 5 il 1 r ' 'V"-- FEEN-A-MINT- lol ' 5 4 ' s3 , vi i when no word of gratitude came from that still mo- tionless figure. 'And heres something for your cigarettes," was Tumsteads last curt call as he threw overboard an which struck empty tobacco-ti- n Slade on the shoulder and came to a rest between his throbbing knees. Slade sat watching the plane as it water taxied across the gray-blu- e and rose in the air. He continued to watch as it headed northward d over the ridges and faded away along the empty skyline. He sat without moving until the ache in his tightly bound ankles reminded him of other things. Then he looked about for the sheath-knifHe gave a gulp of gratitude when he saw it lying there, within ten paces of him. It took him some time to worm his way to the knife. But a Uttle of the Ustlessness went out of his face as his fingers closed about the heavy haft He lost no time in sawing through the cords and freeing his feet When he attempted to stand up, however, he discovered that his benumbed legs were uhable to support him. He had to sit there, for several minutes, waiting for feeling to come back to them. (Tn he rnsTimiKTu doubly ty Temple tble by Hotel eoy,1" SqueJ Silt Lake's the located opposite 0rne Wt 1 Lake !Mdollanto.pctJ blue-miste- e. visit o t - Your Leaving the fox holes they had dug behind them, the soldiers charge (upper photo) to holes that were prepared and left by preceding troops. Below: A general rush as mail call is sounded in this lonely desert training camp. Arriving on the range, the men unlimber the and prepare to set them up for the day's maneuver. anti-aircra- ft guns M, HEW 550,000 SH0P COFFEE 7 M I |