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Show THE SALINA SUN, SAUNA, UTAH FICTION The Rustler Was a Gentleman By COLE RICIIARDS Cotnec three men and a THE riders, from Ladrino Canyon CROSS TOWN Bv Roland Coe Im gonna test my Pops new fountain pen for him. lie cant hold his breath long enough to see if Who does it'li write under water. she think shes fooling? I happen to know thats her cousin! By Ernie Bushmiller NANCY AND I WANNA PICK A FIGHT WITH BUTCH KELLV BEFORE DIS ANESTHETIC WEARS OFF LITTLE REGGIE 7 By Margarita YOU HAVE NOTHING I TO WORRY ABOUT, HISS GRAPEFRUIT, ILL TAKE CARE OF THEH MUTT AND JEFF JEFF, LISTEN TO My SINGING PARROT I OUST Y I , ce. By Bud Fisher ?Sn?-A:AV- f yvrr P BOUGHT.' AINT THAT GREAT, ly&K JEFF?; f CANT THE OLD OWN SONGS? BIRD MAKE UP You BOOB, HIS OWN DID YOU EVER I SONGS OR HEAR A SOMETHIN PARROT THAT MUTT? i n ITSTULlPJ IN " COULD -- i SING SONGS? v'TlME Holland If JITTER By Arthur Pointer girl, like bullets fired into the dawn. Spurs whirlwinds rising from flashing, the hoofs of the straining horses, they pelted down on Kansas Terry. The girl was Toni Lee; the men, her foreman. Chuck Mayne, and her cowboys, Slats and Jimmy Gwinn. Outa all New Mexico," the burly we Mayne thought, exultantly, picked that there canyon to ride through. And heres our rustler, with a dead calf. His exultation was tinged with discomfort. Embarrassing, having a lady with them; he could only hope the men, on both sides, would gloss things over, sort of. Kansas Terry, the rustler, could have grabbed his pack ponys lead-rop- e and vaulted Into his saddle. He could have got away through the high greasewood, but he did not. He bent over the dead roan calf. The nickel conchos on his leather roping guard flashed with the swift turns of his wrist He wiped and sheathed his bowie knife. Tall, lanky, easy in manner, he stood with his back to the party riding toward him. The riders circled him at the gallop, pulling the ponies to their haunches in sudden stop. Kansas Terrys brown Stetson was shoved back, disclosing his pale eyes, with their sly, mocking expression. He smiled sweetly. Mornin, Miss Toni. M o r n i nf Chuck. Mornm, Slats. Mornin, Jimmy. Addressing the girl, he bowed from the hips. Kansas Terrys good manners never failed him. Chuck Maynes bushy brows met over his rugged face like storm clouds over the Bad Lands. We got yuh this time, Kansas. Now Ah wouldnt say so, Kan- r He rode up close and whipped the rustlers gun from the holster. Stretch the mred hands, high, mister. Regular cactus of a guy, aint yuh? he drawled, amiably. Sharp and hard to grab. His own bowie flashed. He cut a similar square of hide from the roan flank. "This what you done? Mayne hurled the soggy rawhide as far as he could. Git it. Slats. Slats transferred the lead horses to Toni Lee. Touching spur to his pinto, he scooted to the piece of rawhide. Arriving there, he made a slow circle, and other circles inside that. Slats could pick up a trail with any Indian. If the brand had been thrown he would have found it. Twas-n- t Nope, he said, at last. throwed. sas Terry drawled, gently. Chuck Mayne felt uneasy. There was something about the mockery In Kansas Terrys pale eyes, something about the extra silk on his politeness, that said he wasnt caught by a long way. Toni Lee drew her fingers across her eyes as if a mist gathered there. A slim girl, with wide-se- t eyes, gentility showed on her as plainly as the silver bracelets on her brown wrists. That there," Mayne asserted, Is a calf outn Miss Toni's herd." That there," Terry returned, courteously, is a maverick. There aint a brand on it. out of the saddle. MAYNE swung side of the calf was up, the curly roan hair unmarred by branding iron. He heaved the carcass over. His heart turned over, too, and stopped. On the calfs flank a square as large as a man's hand glared bright red. The calf, strictly speaking, had no brand. The brand had been cut Jimmy, dangling his loop, looked from the cottonwood in the canyon to the lanky, confident rustler. He shook his head. Once a rustler cut a bran thetaway. He stuff it down a prairie dog hole. I heard, Slats put in, languidly, "of one jammin a piece of hide down a calfs throat." Look for it! Mayne ordered. "Doggone It we caught this rascal redhanded. Kansas Terry looked at his hands, coolly and impersonally. He appeared to find nothing wrong with them. His finger touched his throat, above the knotted red bandanna, as if a hemp noose rasped the flesh. The gesture made Maynes hopes rise, but they thudded down when Terry folded his arms and stood at ease. We' 11 find thet Muttering, brand, Mayne hurled himself into the search. He drove on Slats and Jimmy with a fury of energy. A sweating trio of men worked over the desert around the calf. way. Chuck , Mayne straightened up, They looked into mesquite and with his fists on his hips. Outwardly snarled cactus and prickly pear. cool. Inside he seethed. They Investigated four prairie dog CROSSWORD PUZZLE Horizontal BalntUn in Next Ieene. Undivided 4 You and I 8 Rhythm In verse 1 11 REGLAR FELLERS By Gene Byrnes holes, a badger hole and the thrOfet . of the calf. So th calf aint branded. Mayne said reluctantly. Th brand wasnt throwed, wasn't stuffed nowhere, and it sure aint on yore person, or the blood 'ud give yuh away. But some day I'll git yuh agin. Kansas Terry smiled sweetly. Ahll be at yore service, he said, courteously, without a trace of Miss Toni. gloating. Goodbye, Goodbye, Chuck. Goodbye, Slats. Goodbye, Jimmy." Addressing the girl, he bowed. Yuh got good man- for his gun. Mayne, riding alone from the canyon, shouted, "Jimmys got a rifle on yuh, Kansas! Dont move! He rode up close and whipped the rustlers gun from the holster. Stretch them red hands, high, mister." Matters stand jest as they did. Chuck. Sho dont I Jimmys been it? Me an yuh, while Slats got Toni away. Didnt want her to see yuh caught an hung. Thank yuh, suh, Terry said, sincerely. But the brand still aint In evidence. No, but I got to thinkin after I left yuh. Mayne shoved the gun muzzle under the brim of Terrys brown Stetson, and lifted the hat. Terrys curly hair had a strange tonsure a square of roan calf hide. Figured it thetaway, Mayne said softly. Whirlpool doggone ners, Mayne scowled, but yore a rustler, jest th same. f I 'HE four riders made a cloud of A dust along the escarpment. Kansas Terry stood motionless, watching them. The riders vanished up a draw, but Terry stood immovable. He stared at the emptiness they left on the plain, for a long, long time. Once he readjusted the bandanna, and his fingers slid gingerly along his neck. His hand found the bowie knife, but left it in the sheath The sun rose until the heat washed all the pale green and orange from the sky, leaving it a brazen blue. Terrys sorrel and the black pack-pon- y grazed farther and farther away. Still the rustler did not move, beyond shifting his feet to ease them, and rolling a cigarette. At last he drew the bowie and took one step toward the calf. He tensed, sprang back, reached know Yuh got too good man- ners. Kansas, to stand in front lady with yore hat on. 13 Eaten away 15 By 18 Pertaining to of a a town 18 THIS Dont jcem i natcmeral T'ME v ' Colloquial: mother 19 Term in tag 21 To minister to 22 To give forth 24 Land measure 28 Lively song 28 To employ 29 Courage 31 Eagle's nest 33 Pural ending 34 Indigent 38 Female ruffs 38 Symbol for tantalum 40 Heavenly N rivib-- l WNMi YOU MIGHT By Len Kleis 42 To exalt 45 Timber tree 47 Protection 49 Stiffly decorous 50 Blemish 52 Slang: person bearing the blame for others 54 Preposition 55 Faroe Islands windstorm 58 Vague 59 Jackdaw (Scot.) 61 Made requital for 63 Enthusias- tically Faction 65 66 Symbol 17 for selenium Organ of sight Vertical 1 Eggs 2 Announce- ment 3 Comparative ending Lamented 5 To oust 8 Uninvited participant A NAGGER The husband was up for striking his wife. He had no defense except that she nagged him continuously. But in the eyes of the judge that was sufficient, for he said, in ac- body VIRGIL BE No. Period of time 8 Accent 7 9 10 12 43 44 Mans nickname Law: to deed Toward 14 Fruit 17 palm (pi.) Dolphinlike of the fish 13 53 Archaic: 57 Outfit 58 Archaic: the 60 Yes 62 Colloquial: Thinly clinking Printers measure 46 Stop! 48 Bags 51 Former 64 Rus- sian ruler Sneer father Compass point to Panin Number Snare Greek letter 24 Exclamation of approval 25 Cupid 27 Woody plant 30 Colloquial: to 20 23 32 35 37 4 38 39 41 carry Sharp cry Tattered Hindu woman's garment Small drum Slumbering Outbreak Serin 7 It quitting the husband, Theres nothing worse in this world than a nagging person. Note that he said person, not "woman, for it is a fact that just as many men as women nag and both men and women, when they nag, put big boulders in the path of their life. Maybe you know naggers and wonder why they nag. It's a curious and interesting reason. Naggers nag because they are dissatisfied with their own existence, and wanty to make others dissatisfied. That is one reason. Another is that they are jealous. A third is that the nag ger is simply a selfish, spoiled person. The worse thing about nagging, however, is that many persons are naggers without knowing it. Keep a record for two or three days, and if you find a querulous note it; your actions or words, a tendency to like to tell others what to do, youre a nagger. And then you have to take the treatment. The treatment consists of one word STOP. If you want others to like you, if you want to make the most out of every day of your life; don't develop the habits of a nagger |