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Show SOUTH. CACHE COURIER, HYRUM, UTAH USELESS ALAN the STORY THUS FAR:Into Melody Payne-villJones and George Fury rode While there Melody strangers. for the wanted outlaw, Cherry, Montes girl, rushed them out to her farm, where they met her brother Avery. As a posse was after them Melody and Fury left toward to hide the border, returning after dark fn the attic until found by Avery. stayed the rest of the night while In the Fury returned to Payneville. morning Cherry led Melody toward the border. She took him to the old Rown s tree ranch and lied about how the killed the Rowntrees. Melody rode back Into town, and Monte showed up to get Cherrys aid. was mistaken Jarrad. Monte Mel-od- y Cot-ton- CHAPTER IX His entrance was immediately spoiled by a trivial impasse, round card table was planted in the narrow space just within the door, to take advantage of what breeze there might be; and here three slouch, dressed cowmen sat, tied up in game of draw. The tilted chair of the fattest one blocked the way by which Melody might have passed. Melody stood looking at them in a baffled sort of way, hoping they would Either these let him pass. were men who knew he was not Jarrad, or they did not even that he was supposed to be, Melody cleared his throat. The fat one in the tilted chair looked up at him with a leisured insolence, and went back to his hand. "Can I git by, please? Melody Monte know SEWING looked inside it, and wiped perspira' tion from his forehead with his gloved left hand. That phony scar, Ira Waggoner said with irony, is beginning to rub loose. Ira Waggoner brought his heels to the floor and faced Melody squarely across the table. Im waiting for you to talk, he said, as if he didnt mean to wait much longer. You figure I know where it is? Melody asked pointlessly. I figure that you better. Mister, said Melody Jones, you are easily the worst damn fool ever see in years of riding. And Ive rode from hell to Sunday. Ira Waggoner stared at him blankly. What? he said. "Think where you be, Melody Jones suggested. Youre a free man, and you can go where you want to. You could be in Tucson, or Seattle. But allowing that you got to be in the Last Chance bar don! you ever look where you set? You bould just as well have set over there with your back to plain wall. Or you could be standing up, where you could look all around you. swear I dont know how youve lived as long as you have. "Well? Waggoner smiled a little, knowing what was coming now. Look behind you, said Melody, and youll see a door. Waggoner grinned a little on one side of his face, but did not take his said. Raise you five, said the man in the tilted chair, tossing a chip onto the table. Melodys mind stopped turning, then, something like it had in the moment in which he had hit Ira Waggoner; except that this time the reason was that he was scared. He took a half-ste- p backward, to give himself room. "I call, Melody said. He took a long step forward, boot swinging, and kicked the table straight up, out from among them. The bartender, the same one who had served Melody before, looked as scared as a man could look. His hands were held a little above the surface of the bar, not exactly raised, but ostentatiously in view, He made a motion toward the back room with his head. of midday. He looked Melody Jones steadily in the eye, without any expression, as Melody came in. He gave no other sign of recognition. He was one day behind his shave, and his cheek lines showed more riding than feeding; but his eyas were the kind used for seeing the actual, as a profession. "You want to see me? Melody said. He had wanted to make that sound hard, and kind of relentless, but the best he accomplished was to make it a mumble. "Sit down, Ira Waggoner said. Can I get by, please? Because he had not foreseen this unLook at correctly, Melody was caught eyes from Melody Jones. awares, and obeyed. it again yourself, he said with a You know what I want with you, The glass is weary contempt. Ira Waggoner kaid. painted over. "Do I? But as Melody looked at the paintYou dont need to keep watching ed glass in the door he saw somemy gun, Waggoner said. His voice thing else now. A clear place the was low and flat, but inexpressibly size of a quarter showed where the bitter. When I figure you need it, paint had been scraped away. And youll get it all right. And you as Melody looked at that peep-holknow that, too. Theres only about the peep-hol- e blinked. After a mothree men in the southwest I cant ment Melody was able to make out swap lead with. One of them is the eye that was looking at him Monte Jarrad. But you aint him. in the door. through the peep-hol- e No? There was an ugly patronizing Melody said. er e, No, I Waggoner repeated. dont know who you are, and I dont give a damn. And I dont know why youre sucker enough to front for Monte, either. But it dont go with me. Theres one thing I want to know from you, and you know what it is; and Im going to have it, now. Oh? said Melody. He kept wondering whether he could shoot this man, if he had to. It was a sickly sort of a wonder, because the answer was so plain. Theres one thing in this country that will get a man salted down quicker than stealing a horse, Waggoner said. That thing is a double-crosI could have shot Monte in two, easy, the morning he come aboard the stage; and it come to my mind to do it, too. Monte should have drew out when he saw I hadnt been able to get rid of the shots'10 guard. But I went on and Played my half of the game; and how you fellers have got to play s. compjacence in Ira Waggoners tone There aint anything behind that door, he said. Im right sorry, Melody heard himself saying with flat candor, to hear you take that view. Because I have an idee that somebodys number is coming up, in about two seconds, now. Yours, maybe, Waggoner said, tossing aside his patience. It might be mine," Melody said. that But theres just one it might be yours. I sure wish youd give a little thought to that. We can always talk later on if only some bad accident dont happen now. t- o- Ira Waggoner said savagely, Ive heard enough of And then he broke off suddenly and sat utterly still, as if he were holding his breath. The door behind him was opening gently; and a soft voice said, "So have I. Ira Waggoner moved his hands Jours! slowly and placed them in plain The hell with it. I want to know sight upon the table. Then even Where that strongbox is. Youre g more slowly he swung his head back to take me to it. If you think to look over his shoulder. you aint, Lee, Waggoner said Hello, 'try to walk out that door, without I say you can! queerly; but he left his hands where This here is disappointin, Mel-d- y they were, only stiffening them a said. "I was kind of hoping little so that they pressed more you would have some kind of idee tightly upon the wood. this? asked the stranger jjwbat I seemed to have did with of Whos Waggoner, without taking his eyes Waggoner was looking baffled off Melody. gain. I dont know,, Lee, Waggoner What you 'did with it? They stared at each other. "I said. By the placating note that e.e whats the matter, Melody came into Waggoners voice, Meloaid at last. I keep forgetting that dy knew that whoever the stranger you dont think few others Im Monte Jarrad was, he was one of thosewhom any more. Wagbeside Monte Jarrad All I know is Waggoner reddened. "You never goner was afraid of. fooled me, tried to pass himself off for except for that couple of fnmutes, he said. Monte. That throws me sideways, Mel-- y I know that already, the strangadmitted. I hadnt figured on er said. "Hes got Monte's saddle I dont hardly know what to his horse. He drew a hard ,ay next. He took his hat off, and breath through one nostril, and it go-m- - Pretty Mother Daughter Bonnets SERVICE -- drew up one side of his mouth in what looked like a sneer. Later Melody found out that this was caused by the fact that this man could breathe through only one side of his nose. He shifted his eyes to Waggoner now and they had less warmth man the eyes of a Gila lizard. What kind of a deal are you making with this punk? No deal, Lee, Waggoner said I want to know what doggedly. kind of a score is being run up, thats all. Theres things I got a right to know. The strangers words came a little more softly. What kind of things? If anythings gone wrong Waggoner started to say. Pray there aint anything gone wrong! His face contorted again in that unexpected combination of a sniff and a sneer. If I find out it did, and you was mixed up in it. Ill come after you, and IH get you; and I reckon you know I keep my word. I know that, Lee. "Set here where you are until you hear me ride off. After that, stay in this town. Be where it wont be any trouble to find you, if youre wanted. Ira Waggoner hesitated for perhaps three seconds more. Okay, Lee, he said. Lee turned to Melody. Lets go. He indicated the door with a sway of his head. "Walk ahead of me until were In the street. In the street the man called Lee picked up his reins where they lay loose across the hitch-rai- l, turned his horse so that his animal was between himself and Melody, and Mount your pony, he swung up. said. Melody mounted. Ride by my nigh stirrup close.' Mister, said Melody Jones, I sure appreciate you fetching me out. I was gitting mighty restless, setting there. You dont loiow yet why I done it, huh? No; because I havent got the faintest kind of idee who you be. The stranger studied him for a moment. I reckon that might be so, he decided. I never set eyes on you before. Im Lee GledhilL That mean anything? No, Melody said. went the strangers face. This aint easy to believe. Believe what you want, Melody answered. How come," Lee Gledhill asked that a punk like you curiously, found a way to kill Monte Jarrad? So I killed Monte Jarrad, Melody said, with a certain amount of Thats what you figure, stupor. huh? They were out of the town, by this time. Lee Gledhill took a look back the way they had come; then his eyes ran around the perimeter of the hills. "What makes you think hes even daid? Melody demanded, flustered by the silence. His saddle is on your horse, Lee answered him at last. You wouldnt ever have got Montes saddle off him without you him first, and he was dead. Well, I know good and well hes alive, Melody contended. You do? Lee said with ugly You do? Where is he disinterest. then? What makes you so daid sure, he offered with faint hope, that I aint Monte Jarrad? You dont look nothin like him to me. I dont know how anybody mistook you for him, even with his Sniff-snee- Ira Waggoner sat alone beside the table, now, in the dim, stuffy quiet hard-weath- Two Popular Crocheted Doilies COWBOY LeMAY VNU- Reduce Size of Cobs By Increasing Grain Proper Fertilization ProducesBetter Corn How corn growers can avoid on themselves shortchanging grain yields by reducing the amount of cobs per bushel through soil improvement practices was described by H. J. Snider of the Illinois college of agriculture. , Professor Sijider cited tests at the colleges experimental field near Ewing, HI., to show that the proportion of grain to cobs is increased when corn is grown on fertilized land. Since cobs have little or no feed value and are so low in plant nutrients that they have virtually no usfe in manure, the Fertilized Corn advantages of soil improvement are obvious. At the Ewing field, U. S. Hybrid No. 13 was grown on land treated with limestone, phosphorus and potash and in which nitrogen-fixinlegumes- - had been plowed under, Snider reported. The same hybrid was planted on untreated land and at harvest the results were compared. The corn grown on fertilized land contained 10.5 pounds of cobs per bushel of ear corn weighing 70 The hybrid grown on unpounds. treated land contained 14 pounds per bushel. This means that each 100 bushels of com grown on unfertilized land contained 350 pounds more cobs than 100 bushels of the same hybrid grown on treated . land, ' Snider said. On this basis, a farmer who does not treat, shortchanges himself by 5 bushels of grain in each 100 bushels of corn produced. Moreover, when he buys ear corn grown on this type of land, he is subject to the same shortchanging process. The extra poundage of cobs must be handled out of the field into and out of the crib and into the feedg ers. I want to said Melody. ask you just one thing more. Who do you think was quickest with a gun, you or Monte? The man never lived that could match him, Lee Gledhill said. Not even me. And according to you, I am the man who shot him down, Melody said. By your own way of figuring, you aint got any more chancet with me than a yaller gal at a squaw sale. Whats the matter? Dont you want to live no more? Melody Jones felt his scalp creep as he heard how silly that frail bluff sounded, even to himself. No smile crossed Lee Gledhills face. He evidently took the threat more seriously than Melody could. He continued to study Melody unhurriedly, and his heatless eyes looked thirty years older than his I thought of that, Lee said. face. If you outshot a man like Monte in a ,fair fight, and can do it again, youll kill me like a duck. But I dont think you did. Im gambling that you shot him from in back. What you aim to do? Melody asked, seeking information. I cant make a deal with you, Not across Lee Gledhill decided. Monte Jarrads corpse. I wouldnt trust you if I could. He drew in breath and then one long, his face became still. "Im going to throw this cigarette down now. Its up to you to take careas ofsoonyour-as self in any way you can, it leaves my hand. Look,. Melody began. Turn off the road, Lee Gledhill told him. Melody said again. He Look, his pony, but failed to ' up pulled You want to now where obey. Monte is? (TO BE CONTINUED) Doilies to Crochet YOU like frilly doilies, youll be delighted with the increasing-round crocheted doily done on a tiny circle of white organdy or linen. - The pineapple centerpiece and matching plate and tumbler doily set is a very easy one to make, Centerpiece is 16 inches plate size is 8 and glass size is 5 inches. 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