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Show fEf Daffy fry- Enough LJS By Richard H. Wilkinson ""NE DAY last spring a transconti-nental transconti-nental air liner got off its beam over the Rocky mountains and smashed up against a rocky peak. It was a few hours before the disaster dis-aster was suspected, and then the airports could only guess at the location lo-cation of the wreckage. Glen Owens, sitting alone in his cabin on the slopes of White Crest I . valley, heard the 3 ;... announcement ov--MinUtB er his dry cell set. Fiction Young Glen's cab- 1 in was located on the course of the liner's flight, and earlier in the evening he had heard sounds that now he remembered as being rather queer. Glen strapped on his skis, loaded a pack with provisions and supplies and set off up the valley. Three hours later he saw a light and came to the wreckage. Two people were dead, and another was so badly injured in-jured that unless he had medical attention pretty quick he too would die. On an improvised sled, Glen pulled the injured man to the nearest near-est town and doctor. Glen Owens not only received a reward, but he became, overnight, a figure of national reputation. Three days after this a man from Hollywood, Calif., arrived in Crest, looked up Glen and offered to pay him $500 a week to make a moving picture. Glen smiled and shook his head. "Nope," he drawled, "I always wanted to be a legerde-mainist, legerde-mainist, and now with this reward re-ward money I reckon I got my chance." "Good gosh, man, It will take 20 weeks to make this picture. That's $10,000. Do you realize that!" "It's a lot of money," Glen agreed, "but suppose folks liked me? Then I'd have to stay out there and keep making pictures." "You'll be a dumbbell if you don't grab this chance." "Maybe," said Glen good-naturedly, "I'm a dumbbell already." "Glen! What is the matter? Last summer you wanted to start a dude ranch down in Arizona, but you didn't have any money. So you decided de-cided to go trapping for one winter so you could save enough money to buy a half-interest in a ranch and we could get married. And now you're offered $10,000 and you mumble mum-ble something about being a leger leger whatever it is." "Legerdemainist," Glen told her patiently. ALL of which made swell newspaper newspa-per copy. The reporters ate it up. So did readers. If Glen had been famous before, he was twice as famous now. The next week three movie producers pro-ducers arrived on the scene. One of tnem offered a flat price of $25,-000 $25,-000 for a single picture. Leah Conroy was almost in tears. "Glen, for goodness' sake, try and understand what this means. In another an-other month you'll be forgotten. It's your chance. Do you want to be a trapper all your life?" "Thirty thousand!" said the movie magnate desperately. Glen heaved a deep sigh. "O. K. If that's the way you want It, Leah!" So Glen Owens went to Hollywood and made a moving picture. Glen returned to Crest, bearing his Then he fashioned a sled, using his skis as runners, twisted twist-ed some saplings into the shape of snowshoes and wove them with twigs. $30,000, and the next day he and Leah journeyed down into Arizona. Within a week they had purchased a ranch. They were married in the ranch patio, and left immediately for a honeymoon to Honolulu. It - was while they were on the boat that Leah asked the inevitable question. "Well, honey, it was like this," Glen replied. "That offer of $10,000 wa3 good, but we needed $15,000 to buy a ranch of our own, so I figured fig-ured if I turned down the first offer folks would think I was daffy enough to make me more famous, and the movie folks would offer me more money. Which they did." "Glen Owens, what is a leger ?" "I dunno," Glen grinned. "And I figured nobody else would, either. All I know is I saw it written out once and copied if off so's I'd be sure to get the spelling right in case I wanted to usn it " |