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Show THE RICH COUNTY REAPER, RANDOLPH, UTAH Gems of Thought 'T'HERE is a courtesy of the heart; it is allied to love. From it springs the purest courtesy in the outward behavior. THE STORY SO FAR: Ann Lee and Cole Cody, beneficiaries nnder two Identi- cal wills of Old Bill Cole, were attempting to discover wbo fired the bullet which cansed his death. Suspicion centered around Ranee Waldron, who, posing as Old Bills nephew, had taken up residence at the ranch. Trailed by Cody one night to a deserted cabin,' Ranee was discovered arguing with the notorious Tom Gough over the many Jobs they had pulled.' Later that night Ranee left the ranch, apparently to Join Gough at the deserted cabin. Cody delivered his copy of Old Bills will to the Judge for safe keeping, and Ann gave her copy of the other Identical will to Doc Joe. Now continue with the story. CHAPTER XV Young as the summer was, it was a lazily languid day by now, and both the judge and Doc Joe were inclined to a sort of dreamful ease, the horses had expended their first, early morning zest, and the homeward journey lacked the speed and dash marking its first phase, from Bald Eagle to the King Cole Ranch. Now the sun was higher and warmer, now the two old cronies were drowsy and pleasurably sentimenfrom tal, their eyes heavy-lidde- d last nights indulgence and in a Spot where the narrow road wound down into a cool and shady ravine both men were rudely startled when a man on horseback cut unexpectedly' into the road in front of them and issued his orders. The man wore a mask improvised from a bandana handkerchief, and his voice was a strange muffled voice he might have had pebbles in his mouth and his few, briskly spoken words were to the effect that the Judge and Doc Joe were to stop where they were and not reach for any guns provided they carried such articles as, naturally, both did. Who do you think you are, the old Judge snorted, telling us where to head in? I want everything in your pockets, he said, and I want it quick. If you make a fuss about it Ill kill the two of you inside ten seconds. They reached for their purses and tossed them into the dry, dusty grass alongside the road. There you are, Stranger, grumbled Doc Joe. Take it. I said I wanted everything in your pockets, he was reminded in a voice which rankled long in his memory. Everything youve got. Thats all we got, roared the Judge, his hand itching to reach for the old Colt he hadnt gone without for many and many a year, but never stirring an inch toward it because he knew better. Get a move on, you fools! Turn your pockets out. They strove to fumble and to hide the papers they had carried, that given Doc Joe by Ann Lee, that entrusted to the Judge by Bill Cole But the steady eyes bent Cody. upon them were too watchful. Everything, I tell you! Empty your pockets to your nose rags and tobacco. Everything youve got. Pitch it out and drive on and get a move on doing it! Doc Joe had a pet corn, and he was apt to slaughter a man who trod on it. And certainly none knew about this corn better than did the Judge. And now the Judge trod heavily and deliberately on Doc Joes corn. And Doc Joe, already stung almost beyond endurance, caught the signal and was glad to have the Judge with him, and like one man the two of them went for their guns. Actuated by the same instinctive impulse, alike not caring for their present position on the buggy seat, as they snatched at their side arms they threw themselves clear. Their horses, left to their own device, startled by the crash of gunfire, bolted, headed straight toward the man at whose command they had been halted. His horse started to lunge, as the frightened team almost ran him down; his bandana slipped; both Judge and Doc Joe saw who it was. Ranee Waldron! roared the old Judge and, his shooting skill not being quite what it had been once upon a time a long time ago, shot Waldrons horse through the throat. The beast reared and screamed and fell, pawing the air with flailing hoofs; Ranee Waldron leaped clear. A sharp cry of warning burst from Doc Joe. Judge! Look out! Theres another of them .hid in the bushes like when they held the stage up the other day! The runaway team went thundering down the road. Taking advantage of a moment of confusion, the Judge strove to scramble behind a big pine. Ranee, on foot now was firing again, and bullets came whizzing from the man whom Doc Joe had glimpsed joining Ranees attack from a point of some small shelter. The Judge got a good clear view of him and, steadying his hand anc taking time for it, drove two bullets into Tom Goughs body. The Judge had but half a dozen paces to go, to come to his big pine, but never made the short distance. Ranee shot him through the upper body, and the old fellow sprawled on his face and for a moment lay there, clawing at the dust. Doc Joe couldnt spare time of' to look at him; he could only yell, Get up, Judge! Youre all right, you old fool. But he couldnt help but see how little puffs of dust arose from under the claws which his old cronys hands had become, and how the lean tall figure writhed. We got one down! panted Doc Joe. Well get that Ranee varmint in a minute. But somehow his eyes werent as clear as they used to be; he had to blink them once. And there was a tremor in his hand, no matter how steady and firm his will. Ranee, unafraid it would appear, and contemptuous, laughed at him and fired and sang out all together, That for you, you meddling old fool! Old Doc Joe He turned then, still deliberate, and broke his way through the brush to where Tom Gough lay with his shoulders wedged against a rock, his hands pressed against his chest and side. There was a terrible look in Tom Goughs eyes, a look of fear and of 'dumb agony and of wild pleading, a hopeless pleading for there was no spark of hope in those dulling eyes. So youre done for, are you, Tom? said Waldron. He didnt exactly taunt, didnt exactly smile, but there was the stamp of infinite cruelty, callous and unfeeling, in his look. He said quietly, no emotion whatever tinging his tone, Here, Ill lend you a hand. Heavy man though Tom Gough was, Ranee Waldron lifted him easily and bore him the short distance to the roadside. There he put him down, not more than a score of paces from where the still bodies of the Judge and Doc Joe lay. Those two are dead, Tom, said Ranee. Folksll find them tomorrow. Theyll find you, too. Theyll say you stuck em up, and you three shot it out and all three of you cut one another down. For Gods sake, Ranee! Ranee shot him twice through the body. It wouldnt do to have all three men shot through the head! He emptied the pockets of both the Judge and Doc Joe. He glanced at the two wills and put them into nis pocket. He gathered up the rest of their personal effects, money and watches, and dropped the lot close to Tom Goughs outflung hand. Then he went to Tom Goughs horse and rode away into the thickest of the wooded hills, leaving his own horse, not dead yet, but dying slowly, to kick its life out. And he who gives a child a treat s Makes ring in Heavens street. And he who gives a child a home. Builds palaces in Kingdom come. -- MASEFIELD. Joy-bell- There can be but a single goal of education, and that education to courage. Dr. Al- fred Adler. Knowledge is proud that she knows so much; Wisdom is humble that she knows so little. Bishop King. - Lays One spat back at him It was a sweet day, averred young Gaucho Ortega, idling homeward from Bald Eagle, as he came first of all upon the wreckage of brutal tragedy. y The beast reared, screamed and fell pawing the air. ly upon the two old men lying one in the dusty road, the other at its side. He saw that there was never a twitch in Doc Joes body; he marked how feebly the Judge struggled, still face down, still unable to turn over. Then for an instant only his hard bright eyes flicked toward the brush down into which Tom Gough had spilled. Tom! he called. Tom! Are you all right? Or are you done for? Playing possum, to keep out of the fight, or dying? Speak up, man! Im all shot up, Ranee. Help me, quick; Ill bleed to death. Youre always getting yourself all shot up; youre always bleeding to death, grumbled Ranee. What are you good for? Bleed and be darned to you. He stepped along then, not toward Tom Gough but toward the two old men in the road, a fully loaded gun in each of his hands. He came first to Doc Joe, stopped and stood looking down at him, then moved Deadern a door on, muttering, nail, and a good job, too. The Judge, as a final spasm of strength swept along on a final spasm of pain, sat up; he even groped for his fallen gun and found it. All the strength he could sum, mon was needed to lift the heavy Colt .45. But there was living murder in his eyes and, though he did not speak, he cursed Ranee Waldron. Deliberately, not hastening, Ranee Waldron shot him square between the eyes . . . Only three or four miles from town, where a canyon debouched upon the valley on the farther rim of which Bald Eagle sunned itself, he saw the runaway team. He recognized the horses with a sweeping glance: Doc Joe and the Judge had had a runaway. But where were they? Then, a couple of miles farther on, he came upon' the three bodies asprawl in the road or at its edge. Holy Mother of God! gasped Gaucho, and turned sick, horror struck. Three men dead! And the old Judge and Doc Joe two of them! When his wits returned to him he thought straight to the point: It was less than half a dozen miles back to Bald Eagle, more than twice that distance to the ranch. So he rode back toward Bald Eagle like a dark streak through the afternoon sunshine. 'And it was the same Gaucho who ater brought the heavy tidings to the King Cole Ranch. Aunt Jenifer and Ann Lee were :n the patio, and when Gaucho burst upon them they stared back at him, speechless. At first, so great was the shock, that they felt nothing; they couldnt make his running words make sense, there was no reality in what he was voicing so wildly. The Judge and Doc Joe, dead? Dead! When so little a while ago And they didnt say a word, didnt ask a question, didnt even look at each other until Gaucho sped away to find Cal Roundtree and the other boys and tell all that had happened. For one thing, there was nothing to ask, so complete if hurried had been the boys details. And there was nothing to say. Ann was hushed, but not for long. Hope that will not down without a death struggle sprang up in her ireast. Maybe they are not really dead! she exclaimed excitedly. A man can be shot, he can be badly lurt, unconscious even, and yet live! And she started running to the mens quarters. She came upon a small knot of men, Cole Cody and Cal Roundtree and Porfirio and two others, grouped :n a sort of circle, their heads down, their boot toes for the most part scraping in the dirt, as they listened to Gauchos words. She screamed at them before she reached them to hurry for a doctor, to do what they could to save two lives which otherwise might be lost even while they stood here doing nothing. Cal turned on his heeL Im off to town, boys. Ill take care of things if anythings needed. Come along, Cody? Cody shook his head. Later maybe, Cal; in the if I do come, so you better not wait. buck-boar- d, (TO BE CONTINUED) FT IS easy to cure trouble by thinking cheerful thoughts, if it 4 isnt your trouble. One can always make money in a city where the population is dense. Those who sling mud lose ground. Those who take no chances have whats left by those who to take do. Dont brood over your troubles. Youll only hatch them out. Largest Relief Map Egg The white term lays a single egg and deposits it in a bough or fork in a bush or tree. 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