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Show ) THE RTCH COTTNTY REAPER. RANDOLPH. UTAH Their Night Out Darling, were going to have a hands pa? glorious time this evening, said tomary for you to subject your and push herself up, her on the newly engaged lover. Ive got no son, That had off. strength. my depends, They guests to such indignities? Am I a slipped wild beast that might spring on you Flashes of pain went through them. whether you are shovelling or buy- four seats for the theatre. But why four seats, darling? three powerful men and destroy Panting, she rested a moment. ing it. asked his fiancee. The three men were arguing. you? Two for your mother and Enough I am so sorry, Miss Boland! PiCheap Zorie saw the kitchen door slowly Father criticized the sermon, father, and two for your brother erre! Untie Miss Bolands hands and opening. She thought it was being he answered. feet at once! blown open by the wind, but there mother didnt like the organists and sister, and their daughter slaying, Pierre severed the cords that was no wind. Next time you want to grumble bound her feet, then the cords that bought the choir terrible. A man appeared. He came lurchabout trains think of the comfair for With schoolboy instinct bound her wrists. Her legs were ing into the doorway. who wired his boss: Will with: in muter, son the chipped numb to the knees, and her arms his clothing play, his His face, not head, be at office today. Am not show a was it Well, Pierre to good shoulders. numb were pretty her purple-re- d home yesterday yet. took her hands from behind her. were a mass of shining see of his ::or a nickel. mud. What she could They hung down limp, face, under the mud, was battered and useless. Blood The dawn was growing brighter. almost beyond recognition. inThe prickling sensation had reached and mud were indistinguishably her wrists and ankles, was begin- - termingled. Zorie stopped the scream as it rose in her throat. She whispered: Steve! Steve! By Ruth Wyeth Spears He carried in one hand two metal NOTE This rug is from BOOK 4 which also gives the complete knitting directions objects so covered with red mud for the center oval and the strips. Directhat it was hard to recognize them. tions for more than 32 things to make for He stared at her blearily. She your homes and for gifts and bazaars are included in this book. Copies are 15 cents realized that he was so groggy he each. Send your order to: could hardly stand. He must have all in mud been lying half conscious MRS. RUTH WYETH SPEARS this time. He must have called on New York Bedford Hills ' superhuman effort to keep this apDrawer 10 with Basil Stromberg. pointment Enclose 15 cents for Book No. 4. He stood, swaying drunkenly, starblurred out of bloodshot, Name ing at Zorie r blue eyes. With his head sagging, Address his arms limply beside him, his whole body caked with mud, he was even more frightening than Pierre had been. IF YOU want to make a really Steve Duncan came lurching toeffective rug from odds and ward her. He moved as deliberateends of fabric and do it quickly, ly, as stiffly, as clumsily as a robot. this knitted rug is the answer. You He paused beside her and peered cut or tear the material in strips into her shocked white face.' He about of an inch dropped one of the revolvers or pis- wide, turn in the raw edges and tols into her lap. then knit straight strips with neeIn a strange, rumbling voice, he dles inch in diamesaid: Use this, baby. ter. These are sewn around a cenHer relief was so great that a ter oval. spasm of hysteria shot through her. The colors are important of He staggered drunkenly past her course and it is essential that the A sense knitted strips be eased in with and into the living-rooof warmth and strength flowed magevenly distributed fullness. The ically into her. Steve Duncan was, trick is in pinning them in place suddenly, more than a man that first as shown in the diagram. If On your favorite N. S. C. station she loved. He was Man the you do not have the colors indicatvery Saturday morning Beaten and battered and ed, remember that it is always 9:00 A.M., M.W.T. left for dead in the red mud, he worth while to dye the rags so KIDO KGIR KSEI A man appeared. He came lurchhad made himself get up and come that they blend harmoniously. KDYL KTFI KOB KOA ing in the doorway. here. 8:00 A. M., P. W. T. KFI KPO KHQ She not Well thought: probably ning to enter her hands and feet. out of but this seen Ive alive, She tried to lift her hands, but she get the most glorious thing in my life. could not. Ive seen a man who was beaten to Will you tell me, Mr. Stromberg death refuse to accept it. Ive seen asked, how you got out of Oslo in a man prove that mankind cant be January, 1941? beaten down! There again, Zorie answered, The man was in the next room, A steam bath will usually bring you are embarrassing me. To an- saying in his strange, rumbling, unback to its original texture, velvet swer that question, I would impli- earthly voice: Hands up all of cate innocent people. you! n Baking soda is one of the He studied her. The prickling There was a sudden, short silence. for agents glasscleaning was extending into Zories hands It was followed by an outburst of and fingers. She tried to lift her sound. A gun went off. There were ware. hands into her lap. She succeeded, other sounds. It is easier to wash a large but the pain almost made her cry Zorie was trying to pick up the amount of soiled clothes out. revolver or the pistol in her lap. than a few slightly ones. Ask her, Mr. Lannings voice But her hands were very dirty useless. She living-roocame from the any thought of whatJSteve had done When shaking a small throw question in German or French, Mr. the agonies he must have gone rug, hold by the sides. If held by Stromberg. Anna Boland, youll re- through to get here. the ends, the weight of the Give good-tasti- ng tonic call, spoke nearly every European She tried to stand up. There octhe threads apart. tongue. rug pulls in next the room, a, splintercurred, many doctors recommend But this gir- ling sound, and a thump, as a door Coffee grounds make a good Valuable Scotts Emulsion helps children Ask her! I insist this girl is not burst open. sweeping Anna Boland, Mr. Stromberg. I inShe saw them from the window. basement. compound for use in the promote proper growth, strong bones, sist she is making a fool of you. sound teeth I Contains natural A & D There were three of them Steve, Vitamins elements all children need. So Mr. Stromberg got up. His large, Pierre and Mr. Lanning, all locked Glue a piece of linoleum Mother handsome face was suddenly red. together, a straining mass of muddy over the bright give Scotts daily the year old worn top of a card Very well, he said quietly. He men. Their feet slid about in the table. round. Buy at all druggists ! spoke rapidly to Zorie in German. red mud. He said, in English, Please answer With a superhuman effort, she Clean your brick hearth by first that question in either German or picked up the gun in her lap. It with a stiff brush and scrubbing French, Miss Boland. slid out of her hand. She reached hot water. Rinse clean and soapy But this is so childish! Zorie down for a handful of her Let stand wipe a day and dry. cried. evening dress. She tried to then coat with boiled linseed oil. off mud no the use. was the swab In It the silence, she gun. would have heard a car if it had She watched the fighting men. She been a mile away. No car was wondered where Basil Stromberg coming. It was obvious that Paul was. and the admiral had not followed The three men were still locked the line of reasoning she had hoped together, floundering about in the they would. mud, with Pierre and Mr. Lanning Mr. Stromberg got up and went striking at Steve. There was a reto the doorway. He turned and volver in Mr. Lannings right hand looked at her. Steves hand was closed tightly Whoever you are, he said, I about Mr. wrist. His hanc am awfully sorry for you. Pierre, holding theLannings revolver was above his come along! head and the revolver, was pointing The two men went into the other to the sky. room and joined Mr. Lanning. Their Pierre stepped away. He reached voices, so low she could hardly hear up for the revolver and pulled it ou them, came to Zorie. They were, of Mr. Lannings hand. Then he of course, discussing her, deciding back. He started to circle her fate. She knew that Mr. Lan- stepped about them. ning was sorry for her, and she beMr. had one arm about lieved that their better natures Steves Lanning neck. With the hand tha If youre a victim, dont expose others! And in your own interest, would have little weight in their dehad been holding the revolver, he get relief from nasal congestion fast, the famous Mentholatum way. cision. swung repeatedly at Steves face Mentholatum instantly goes to work with 4 vital actions! It She tried to rub her hands toThey spun about in the mud. Sensation was helps clear that stopped-u- p nose so you can breathe sleep again! gether. returning to Zorie found herself on her feet At the same time, it soothes them, but it took the form of an ag- with the automatic membranes stimulates pistol in her onizing ache. She tried to stand up. hand. She did not know the local blood supply, and helps reduce swelling. If cold spreads to how she There were sharp cramping pains in had chest, rub Mentholatum on throat, chest and back to stimulate feet, or how her hanc her feet now. Her ankles would not had got to her the surface to d circulation, help lessen congestion in sore, acquired strength grasp support her. the muscles. pistol. Get Mentholatum today. Jars, tubes 30. If she could stand up, she could She moved with dragging steps crawl through the window. She toward the living-rooShe passec could crawl away and hide somethe She through saw Mr. doorway. where. It was her only chance. near the front door Stromberg lying She made another effort at getting on his back, with one arm thrown up. Her legs gave way. When she over his eyes. X tried to grasp the seat of the chair (TO BE CONTINUED) Theres a Difference Is a ton of coal very much, THE STORY THUS FAR: Zorie Corey, who Is In love with Paul Duncan, is railroaded into taking a Job she does not want, helping edit the memoirs of his grandfather, Admiral Duncan. Aboard. ship bound for Hawaii she is thrown over-board, hut Is rescued. After landing, i Paul and Zorie overhear Pauls brother, . Steve, with whom Zorie now Is In love, I plotting with Winthrop Lannlng. Bellev-- ! ng Steve to be In danger, Zorie tries to . . . rescue him, hut is captured by Lannlng and driven into the mountains, where she Is told she will not see the sunrise. Pierre, who threw Zorie overboard, arrives at the cabin and wants her killed. He tells of a death struggle with Steve, and claims that Steve is dead. blue-whi- te CHAPTER XVIII Keep away from that girl! Mr. Lanning shouted. Pierre sucked in his breath through swollen wet lips and backed away from her. Zories hatred had, in a curious way, renewed her strength. Her brain was clear again. She heard the soft patter of rain on the roof and the silver wires again dangled from the eaves. Then Mr. Stromberg walked into the room. He said vigorously, What goes on here? Where is Steve Duncan? He saw Zorie. He said harshly: What is this girl doing here? Pierre started to talk, but Mr. Hend-leStromberg cut him short. he said, what is the meaning of this? Zorie looked about for another man, but Mr. Lanning answered. I will try to explain. he said. Why, Mr. Stromberg broke in, did you leave that car in front of this house? Ill move it, Mr. Lanning said hastily. said Mr. Wait a rhoment, We have something to Stromberg. settle. Hendley, go out there and watch at that window. He turned back to Zorie. He shook his head slowly. Why, he asked her, does an innocent little thing like you have to get mixed up in an unholy mess like this? She shrugged. Why not say the fortunes of war? she answered. Thats what I usually say when 1 get into these tight comers. Mr. Stromberg was staring at her. What do you mean? You might ask Pierre. He whirled around. Pierre? ' y, j ; She is Boland! Thats ridiculous! Mr. Stromberg said. Its . . . he stopped. He turned back to Zorie. You cant possibly be Anna BoAh-na- h Basil Stromberg declared. land, "Anna Boland was shot by a firing squad in Berlin six months ago! j Maybe, Pierre said. And four nights ago, I threw her oil the Sainto the propellers and moa, drowned her! r But I was not shot in Berlin. And if you will look closely, Mr. Zorie said demurely, Stromberg, will see that you have bagged you rather a rare specimen. This girl is lying, Mr. Lanning broke in. Her resemblance to Anna Boland is what precipitated all this trouble. Its nothing but an amazing coincidence. Until the past fortnight, she spent her whole life in the little Middle Western college town of Elleryton That is really so amusing, Zorie said, with little laugh. They radioed Berlin, Mr. Stromberg. What did Berlin say, Mr. Lanning? Perhaps it was Anna Bolands double that we shot. They radioed Elleryton, where Ive been more or less hiding since I got out of Germany, and Elleryton reported that I am too smart and a very suspicious character. Mr. Strombergs steel-blu- e eyes were now very narrow and alert. This is most interesting, he said. So you really are Anna Boland. Yes, said Zorie. I really am Anna Boland. He pulled a chair toward her and sat down, facing her. I- - must confess I have always been very curious about you. Miss Boland. I am really shocked. And I, Zorie answered, as if she were amused, have be$n rather curious about you, Mr. Stromberg. I have the greatest respect and admiration for the work youve been doing here in Hawaii. You are not on my side but I always admire brilliant work. Mr. Stromberg smiled. His face became red. This girl . . . Mr. Lanning began. Hendley, Mr. Stromberg said Impatiently, I told you to go out and watch at that window. Mr. Lanning shrugged and walked out of the room. I am most curious to know how you escaped from the firing squad, said Mr. Stromberg. But, Mr. Stromberg, is it cus ft, , Knitted Rag Rug Made From Odds And Ends of Fabric in Blended Colors i three-quarte- rs three-eight- hs 1 vwwww 3! best-know- sun-pleat- SGXDGaBQ ed IDS ARE PREVALENT IN THIS AREA! ; . cold-inflam- ed cough-wracke- time-prov- ed MENTHOLATUM |