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Show SOUTH CACHE COURIER. HYRUM. UTAH S&fjt USELESS SEWING CIRCLE PATTERNS Slip for Matrons rots Will Love This Party Dress COWBOY iell-Fittin- g WNU' SERVICl THE STORY THUS FAR: Melody r Jones and his George Fury, in crossing the plains near the border took the wrong trail and ended In Paynevllle, a cow town, where the wagon rente west from Diamond Forks to California crossed the river. Fury hit the first bar, while Melody wandered down the street, his eyes on the first white woman he had seen for ages. Two men were standing in front of the general store, one whistled at the girl. In a flare of temper Melody knocked the whistler down. Melody was more surprised than the stranger, and helping the man up asked him How come, your foot slip? Melody then entered the general store to buy side-ride- food. CHAPTER n In the brief seconds while he had the fellow out of action, he was able to snatch a glance at the shorter man. This other one had jumped away from the wall, to be out of the line of fire. He was talking now, quick and low, through a tight throat, with lips that hardly moved. Dont, Ira easy. Ira look out, Ira But while he talked to Ira he was looking at Melody Jones; and the astounded fixity of his eyes was nothing like anybody had favored Jones with before. Melodys eyes snapped back to the man he was holding on to for the love of life, and they looked into each others faces at a distance of five inches and a half. At this range Melody noticed for the first time that t the man was crosseyed. I didnt say nothing, or do nothing, Ira said now, without any expression. Suddenly Melody Jones realized he had hold of a man who was in fear of his life. Melody eased back, relaxing slowly. Before he let go altogether he let his right hand fall on the butt of in the forward his own forty-fivpocket of his chaps, as if just to rest his hand. A fast man could still have got him handily, but probably wouldnt try. Looking steadily at each other the two edged apart with casual, furtive shufflings, circling a little, Ira toward the gallery steps. As the inches between them increased, the man called Ira no longer appeared cross-eyehe looked competent again. Ill stand a drink, he said. Slow thinking saved Melody, then. In a moment he would have said, Whut? Whut did you say? But as the seconds ticked away, and still nothing in Melodys head found its way into words, time and tension were too much for the other man. he said, with the No offense, dust heavy in his throat. Any time. Any time at all . . . Melody surprised himself again. Keep the slack out o your rope, from here in, he said, his voice And don't whistle no tunes flat. at other mens girls. Anger jumped into the strangers eyes, like a flash of gunpowder, scaring the living daylights out of Melody again. For one short moment he thought that the incredible miracle which had saved his life was about to run out. Over the door he saw the crude board sign that had been there long before slow prosperity built the wooden awning above it: Payneville Genl Store Peter Abajian He So thats where I am . . walked into the cool shadows within. His shoulders rose stiffly as he pulled down his vest a cowhide vest with more than twenty cattle brands burned on it, showing where-al- l he had been. Deep back in the dim interior the little proprietor put up his hands. Peter Abajian was behind a counter, and flanked by hangings of blue Jeans, stable forks, dried stock-fissheepskin coats, and Navajo saddle blankets. His round cheeks, always apparently blown full of wind, shone like billiard balls. His buff3lo-homustache quivered, and his eyes were like agates. Melody looked at him curiously. He had never seen people act like these people acted. His eyes left the storekeeper to run along the canned-good- s shelves. He hadn't told the man to put his hands down, but after a moment the corner of his eye caught their wary motion as 'they descended. Melody jerked his head around, and the hands flew up again. He tried this several times more, experimentally making sure that he was the one who controlled this thing. He stole a look at the street, and saw that it was empty. One can tomaters, Melody said. Peter Abajian set it out, and stood watching Melody unhappily. Melody was thinking. He knew he didnt have any money. What blistered Melody was that he had saved his money for nearly three years, planning one magnificent bust some day, and he had built up nearly seventy-si- x dollars. And then he had lost it not in a card game, not in any particular way just plainly lost it, out of his pocket or something, some p'ace. He and George Fury had argued many a mile over who had seen it last, and what happened to it. All they knew about it was that it was gone. Now, after a month of bean diet, Melody was asking himself if canned goods were worth getting in trouble e, for. He decided that they were. At worst, the cooking at the jail ought to compare favorably to George MelOne can peaches, Furys. ody went on, one can pork beans, one can pears, one can plum pudding, and another can tomaters. Yes, sir! Peter Abajian moved with alacrity now, but kept his hands All in a nice fluttering in view. gunny seek, maybe? Eat em here. Sitting on the counter, eating his cool wet canned goods. Melody Jones tried to fit himself into a world that was like a dream. A slouching cowboy with a saddened, sandy mustache came in and pawed around in a box of harness buckles near the door. He kept sneaking glances at Melody over his shoulder. Then he realized that Melody was staring at him. He turned suddenly confused, and pottered out of there. What the hell goes on here? Melody said aloud. The storekeepers hands started up again, but he stopped them. He smiled at Melody in a sickly way, without meeting his eye. It was time to face the issue. Melody supposed he ought to glare at the storekeeper, but he couldnt make it. He studied the side of his boot as he said, How much? The words came out in a thin squeak, so that he had to try again; but he managed to get a good harsh growl the second time. Nothing! The little storekeeper said instantly, even eagerly. Its a pleasure. Nothing at all. Whut? Its free, Peter Abajian said All free to a nice gentlequickly. man like you." Then Melody saw the girl again. She walked along the gallery of the store from the steps at the end. She passed the door very slowly, looking in as she passed. There was d; to himself, but in a tone of sarcastic insult Painful, is it? Right Payneville! George Fury snorted like a jumped buck, but he knew he had said He took up a stand well enough. down the bar. Forty-rohe told the bartender. From the barl with the snake-hai- d in it. s, hoop-legge- d, sway-backe- il d well-oile- well-soape- d well-use- Smaller Quantity of Derris Now Required boon for sheep raisers comes from the U. S. department of agriculture in the form of an effective, economical and easily prepared dipping solution for ridding sheep of ticks. Six ounces of derris powder containing 5 per cent rotenone are mixed with a little water to make a thin paste and then diluted in 100 gallons of water. Cube powder, also containing rotenone, may be substituted for derris. Despite the limited supply of rotenone currently being imported into the U. S., flock owners may arrange for allocations to suit their needs. Control of sheep ticks is one of the authorized uses. Less than half as much derris or cube powder is needed to kill sheep ticks as was formerly thought necessary. Dips made with derris or cube powders are not only easy to prepare, but save labor, since one dipping is enough. Most other sheep dips commonly used required two T ATEST The bartender set out bottle and glass with the relaxed impersonality of practice. How long, he spoke to George Fury courteously, how long you been in Payne? George choked explosively in the middle of his first gulp. He slapped his glass down on the bar with such a ringing crack that the whisky jumped clean clear of the rim, then sloshed back in again. When George lost his temper his dialect changed, slipping back to the far hills of his youth. Naow, yew look yare! he spluttered, his voice up an octave. If yew fellers caint answer a civilus question yew anyways daont need to git new! I dont aim to stand ter it! The bartender looked at him tired-ly- . e He was used to men with nerves, drunken at that. He shrugged and went back to his glasses. A pale, heavy man, six feet tall in Comanche moccasins, had come forward from a back table. He stood looking at George with small eyes without eyebrows, from a distance of about a foot. And now as he stood there George Fury became aware that some new public affliction was building itself. Men were trickling into the First Chance by twos and threes. A dozen had wandered in; the bar was well filled. These men were cowmen, passing through or on the loaf, with townsa sprinkling of plains-bre- d men who looked about the same. And all these newcomers were ind terested in George Fury. informations ran along the bar, to everyone but George. Men looked him over, studying him with a strange candor he had never seen. Somebody slapped him hard on the shoulder, and a voice said, Howdy, Roscoe! George Fury turned his head slowly, his eyes alive with death; but the other had moved on. Another newcomer edged toward George along the bar. Did you ever find out, he asked George confidentially, just where the hell you are? Once more George Fury choked on his drink, and rang the glass upon He whirled upon the the bar. stranger. "Ill tell yew one thing, my owlI nosed friend! he lashed out. aint in pain! A grumble of laughter, rising to a roar, swept the barroom. George Fury looked astounded. He had realized he had a keen wit, of course, very funny, but not this funny. As the laughter held up his anger died. He stuck his tongue in his cheek, winking largely, and the laughter increased. He spoke to them once more, when the laughter finally ebbed. "What civ-ilu- sun-sor- Tots Party Frock PRETTY party frock for a very young lady. The neckline, side button closing and pocket are daintily edged in contrasting ruffle or lace. Make this for Sunday best in gay dotted swiss, or- -j gandy or dimity for school in sturdy striped or checked fabrics. A Slenderizing Slip shoulder on this slip makes it especially nice for the slightly heavier figure. Waistline darts are slimming and make it fit Tailored panties to match. "PHE built-u- p - satin-smoot- Pattern and yards of 35 yew whistle-britche- d poop-head- s laughing at? Another howl went up from this. Purple again, glaring glassily, George went stamping out. At the door he turned impressively for one parting crack, and was instantly called back to the bar to pay for his drinks. Unstrung, he rang a silver dollar on the bar and got out of there, while that insane, unaccountable laughter still rang, beating him about the ears as he fled. He could not believe what he saw then. Outside, where his pony should have stood, was empty hitch-raiMen properly hang for laying hands on another mans horse. Now at last George Furys gun whipped out. The door of the First Chance was full of people watching him. George let out the rebel long yell, and fired on them point blank. They ducked back, laughing still, without counteraction or resentment. George Furys bullets went no place, as far as he could tell. No window broke, and no wood splintered. He might as well have fired straight up. Perhaps he would have gone in after them then. Perhaps he would have killed three or four of them while his lead lasted, and got himself shot down, and later hanged if he lived. But now Melody Jones was d coming along the walk at his canter the only man in the West who could spring at an easy stroll. Jones was hollering at him. George Fury pulled himself together and waited for reinforcements. Tch, tch, said Melody Jones. Drunk so soon. This heres disgraceful " "Them devils stole my cayuse," George Fury said. I aim to clar the town, and give er fresh start, an she needs it! old Nobody stole your moth-e- t I taken hide, Melody told him. and stuck him in the livery corral. Time, too. The old goat aint seen hay for so long, he spooked at ft. Some night youre going to ask him to balance you out of this dump on his top. I want o see your face when you find him so empty hes flat in the road like a sack. In town, you gotta keep stuffin a hoss. Or he comes unstuffed, Melody said. L long-legge- (TO BE CONTINUED) 38, ensemble, built-u4!fc yards of 35 or d Agriculture the News J. Dryden In By W. FACTS ON MILK f Four and million farms produce milk. The annual supply in the U. S. would fill a river 3,000 miles long, 40 feet wide, and 2 feet deep. The dairy industry annually supplies 15,000,000 pounds of casein used in casein paint. A paste from milk fermented is used by Soviet doctors to bring about rapid healing of wounds. It is also used in making fiber and plastics, one-hal- or material, 1 CIRCLE PATTERN DEPT. Montgomery SL San Francisco, Calif. Enclose 25 cents In coins for each pattern desired. SEWING 149 New sizes Size shoulder, requires material. Pattern Size No Name . Address Turn the mattress every week, first from end to end, next from side to side to get maximum wear and comfort from it. After oiling the sewing machine, stitch through a blotter several times. This takes up all surplus oil on the machine, and keeps from getting it on the material. Dental floss is fine for mending elastic, because it wears so long. Take care in mending that tiny rubber threads are not damaged. Sew between them. When painting the door knobs, vaseline, so that easily wiped off these surfaces. woodwork, coat locks, etc., with the paint can be if it splashes on r Tho Grains Are Great Foods Equal parts of salt, flour, and vinegar make an effective paste to clean brass, copper, or pewter. Apply the paste, let stand for an hour, rub off, wash with water, and then polish. Kellogg's Coro Flakes bring you nearly all the protective food elements of the whole grain declared essential to human nutrition. You can clean glazed chintz by spreading it on a flat surface and sponging quickly with lukewarm water. Press on the wrong side with a warm iron or on the right side using a slightly dampened pressing cloth. also a wool sub- stitute. in Penicillin, mass production, was made possible by use of casein. Pasteurized milk will prevent the spread of undulant fever. It is the most complete food and the most perishable. Hippocrates prescribed milk in 360 B. C. to build health. Milk exposed to sun for two hours will lose 20 per cent of its vitamin G content. Milk can be rendered sterile by filtering through sand. Feed Cattle Corncobs Instead of burning corncobs to get rid Of them, Ohio State university specialists are urging that they be saved and fed to beef cattle. With a shortage of feed possible before the end of next year, much of the needed roughage may be furnished by the corncob. Many farmers find it advisable to grind the whole corn, cob and all, using a coarse grind. Some report that it takes a little encouragement before the cattle will eat the corncob. FARMERS WONDERFUL HAVE JOB In World War DONE OF WAR A V 'S , , ' ; - KERS Raised Doughnuts! lel fJemM Vitals. ' margarine ed JS&5SU do AddtflBmaki moderately .soft floured boaru board, cover PRODUCTION I farm production increased 7 1914-1- 920 In World War E farm production has increased 257. 1939-19- 44 yard ruffling plus 21. yards binding to trim as pictured. machine-mad- e h. Pattern No. 1281 is designed for 36. 33. 40. 42, 44. 46, 48. 50 and 52. applications about 24 days apart, the first to kill adult tick and the second to kill the new crop. The rotenone in the new dip kills both the tick and the pupae in one dipping, and remains effective in the fleece for several weeks. Another advantage of the meth-ois that unheated water from practically any source can be used. The presence of alkali or clay does not reduce the effectiveness of the new dip. However, pure clean water is best. Veterinarians of the department's bureau of animal industry studied the effects of dips of various strengths. None of the dipped sheep nor their fleece suffered any ill effects. No. 1308 Is designed for sizes 3, 8 years. Size 4 requires 1 4, 5. 6. 7 Low-tone- air Melody jerked his bead around, and the hands flew up again. something both tense and lazy, very step, proud, in her straight-knee- d impossible to forget. He could see finger-curlthat there were straw-dul- l loose and carelessly kept, down the sides of her face. But white blaze against the of the street her face was in shadow. He couldnt see it at all. After putting Melody out of his mind, George Fury rolled stiffly, into the First Chance Bar. Inside the door he came to a stop with a waspish dignity, and gave the conventional hitch to his breeches, while his eyes accustomed themselves to the shade. What he saw was the usual barroom, with a stuffed squirrel at one end of the back bar and a stuffed owl at the other end; and the bar itself so battered and scraped down that it had look. The oak foot-raa was worn half through. Where am I? George asked. at The two cowmen looked George Fury; then, with considerable deliberation, they looked at each other, their faces unreadable as sourdough bricks. Presently both looked at the bartender, who washed glasses in a bucket and minded his And finally they own business. turned to George again. said This yeres Payneville, the man addressed, with constraint. George Fury took a deep breath, and his Adams apple jumped. he snapped. Whats Painful, painful? This yere is, the other said. George looked both men over with angry care. The guns they wore their holsters looked He was achand ing for trouble, made irritable by the dust in his throat and the strangeness here. But George Fury had a poor opinion of his gunplay Rheumatism in his '.'uigers had made it as inept as Melody's own. So he only walkec post them now, legged, like a but slowly, stiff he said half bristling dog. 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