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Ill illl il III z - I I II II THE BEACH REVIEW I I COMFORT, LOOKS AND SMARTNESS PA.TTERN 9HuI~ U 9083 When you've " a house to tend and it cake to bake," you'll appreciate an easy-to-get4nto dress like this one, which will keep you looking smart as can be in spite of all. That rover which Is faced back with a contrasting material wlI1 button right up Into a tailored diagonal front if you prefer--the good-looking sleeves with inverted pleat and the patch pockets are all adequate for smartness and ease. You'll find all sorts of unusual buttons in the shops these days, and some particularly appropriate for giving an unusual touch to this dress, which makes up well in percale, gingham, lawn, etc. Pattern 9083 may he ordered only in sizes 34, 36, 38, 40, 42, 44 and 46. 36 requires 4 yards 36 inch fab- ric and K yard contrasting. SEND FIFTEEN CENTS in coins }referred) for th~ sure to write plainly ADDRESS, STYLE NUMBER and SIZK ComV1~te, diagrammed sew ebsrt included, ~d your order to Sewing Circle Pattern Department, 2.22 West Elght- elmth Street, New York. ~ im u [ r ,h| i TAKING STOCK "This man measures people up for the taxes they can stand and then ~lhakes them down." ~'fee." answered Senator Sorghum. ~l'he system is moderately known am the Invoice of the people." Gob Hums. Uncle and niece stood watching the young people dance about them. "i'll bet you never saw any danc- Ing like that back in the nineties, eh, uncle?" "Once---but the place was raid- ed W--Contact (Air Fleet Base, Canal Zone), Natural|y Wooden Jasper--I'm from a curious family. My father has a wooden leg, two of my brothers have artificial arms, a sister has false teeth and-- Clifford--And you seem to have come by your wooden head naturally, then, didn't you?~Chelsea. Record. ALAN LE MAY CHAPTER I Kentucky Jones, *4ndependent live stock trader, plunger in cattle, whirled his light roadster Into the main street of the little cow town of Waterman, and picked himself a parking place. Waterman was very full of people, for a Tuesday afternoon. Generally at this time of year the Wolf Bench cow- men were only to be f~uad scattered among the white-faces that perpetually lost themselves tn the overpowering raggedness of the rimrock, or baying winter-weekened cows in the long pole corralz. Today, though, either slde of the street was lined with cars for three blocks; and between the automobiles stood saddled horses, dejected in the wet downpress of the snow. Wolf Bench was not home range to Kentucky Jones; but six months in th~ rimrock had acquainted him with most of its people. He stepped out Into the anew, a tall. leanly lazy figure, his or- dinarily humorous face relaxed in an unaccustomed gravity. It was a rocky face, made Irregular by the uneven line of a nose that bad been broken; but no one in the rimrock had ever seen it so austerely somber as it was now. as he turned into the restaurant known to all cowboys as the Greasy Spoon. As he entered, however, his face lightened somewhat. He kissed the girl at tits counter absent.mindedly, and helped himself to a wedge of pie, "Where's the inquest going to be?" he asked. "They're having It In the hall over Kerry's store. It started nearly half an hour ago. They---" "GOod LordS" He hurriedly pushed the pie wedge Into the girl's hands. "Save this." He took to the street again at the trot. Kerry's store itself was appropriate- ly closed, but the hall above was full to overflowing. Here Inquest was being held over the body of John Mason. It was hard to believe that John Mason was dead, his name had so long represented unammllable strength in the Wolf Bench rlmroek. That he was head of the Waterman bank had been an index but, not the key to ldz sig- nificance. He had been a cowman once ; and up to the very end he had thought as a cowman, never losing touch with the farthest corners of the Wolf Bench range. He had been in the saddle on one of htJ long circuits of the range In the hour that he died. His common understanding of both cows and money had made him more than the kingpin of Wolf Bench finance; almost he was the economic structure itself. Through the hard times which low beef prices had brought to Wolf Bench, Mason had managed to tarry along many a weakened outfit where a nerv- ous banker, or one less a cattleman, would have abandoned all hope. But with Mason dead the bank swayed pre- cariously, tee'fering on the edge of a smash that might carry down with it ~alf the outfits of the Bench. To many It seemed that only another Mason could avert disaster--and there was no other. This was the man whose Inquest Jammed the little hall above Kerry's I "Jean Ragland Testified Yet?" store anti] the overflow filled the stair- way and left a milling bunch of the less aggressive in the street Some of tbose at the foot of the stair spoke to Kentucky Jones as he came up. "Inquest got any place~" he asked. "Been running about twenty min- utes," some one told him, "Camp~ Rag- land's been on already. He didn't know anything new." "Jean Ragland t~stlfled yet?" "Uh huh. She Just said that her and NV. N. U. S F. rtVtCE. At a plain table sat Sheriff Floyd Hopper, looking bedeviled; at the end of the table sat the coroner, who was also the sheriff's brother. There was Clive Pierson, the banker who must step into Mason's shoes; his face was an unwholesome gray, and a muscle in the side of his face kept twitching, for in the last three days he had hardly slept Near him was Boh Elliot, who had gambled the future of his cow out- fit upon the backing which Mason would have given him, but whlch he could no longer expecL Lee Bishop, the blocky, almost burly foreman of the Bar Hook. was In the witness chair, very red in the face from pubUc speaking and the heal "I was going out to the pump house, carrying a couple of pails of hot water from the kitchen," he was saying. "I aimed to thaw out the pump. Then I seen this hump in the snow--thought maybe a calf had drifted in and fell down. I went over and looked; and It was Old Ironsldes--I mean, John Ma- son." "How long did you think he had been dead ?" "He wasn't lying there around one o'clock, when we left the home ranch. And there wasn't any snow under blm. It begun snowing around two o'clock, out there." "Then you figure Mason had thls ac- cident between one and two o'clock?" "That ain't what I said. I only said there wasn't no snow under him." Sheriff Floyd Hopper exhibited an- noyance. "Let's not quibble over words ! What we want is to get done, here.~ "Well." Lee Bishop went on with an unnecessary air of stubbornness, "l turned him over, and I saw that he'd been shot His gun was in his hand~ that long-barreled .45 he always car- ried to take a pop at a coyote with, if he should see a coyote." "Is this the gun?' said the sheriff's brother, turning toward a cluttered window ledge at one side. A deputy handed the coroner the required wea- pon. Bishop Identified IL **Well." he went on, "I sent up a long yell but ne.~ body answered; and I took out and run for the house...." Kentucky Jones had been searching all the room for a sight of Jean Rag- land, and now he was surprised to dls- cover her so near the focus of interest that he had missed her by searching too far away. She was sitting beside her father, the big stoop shouldered owner of the Bar Hook. The two sat almost under the window ledge where a deputy kept his eye upon a muddled collection of exhibits. He noticed Instantly how pale she seemed, so that her hair looked dat~k- er than usual against her face. Had she been a stranger his glance might have passed her unnoticlng, so little of her usual vividness was apparent Then a deputy shifted his position, blocking her profile from Kentucky's view. The sheriff was bombarding Lee Bishop with questions of little point. "Is that cut-off trail between the 88 and the Bar Hook often ased?" "Almighty IlttleW It was the first emphasis Bishop had used. Kentucky's eyes sought Jean Rag- land again. Suddenly he perceived that she had leaned back so that she could peer between the standing deputies and was looking directly at hlm. He smiled at her but her face did not change. Then suddenly he was aware that she had signaled to him, secretly beck- oned him to draw nearer. It bad been the faintest narrowing of an eye, the slightest Inclination of her head; yet he knew absolutely, as she again avert- ed her face, that a signal bad been conveyed. Deeply puzzled, he began to work hls way along the side of the hall. The sbertff, be noticed, was persplrtngly pushing ahead with his questions, evi- dently very consclons of his far-gath- ered audience. The sheriff's brother, the coroner, was nudging him. but he was barging ahead, as Kentucky Jones presently reached a point not more than three yards from Jean Raglnnd. He was still separated from her by the th|cker press of men which had been forced back from around the coroner's table; bnt here he stuck. He was trying to catch Jean Rag- land's eye as a sound of scuffling and contention broke forth in ti~e back of the room. The sheriff glared, faltered, and stopped. A tall deputy left Jean Ragland's side to go pushing hack through the crowd. Watching the disturbance at the beck, Kentucky did not see that Jean Ragland had left her chair untl] she stumbled almost against him. Her handkerchief was at her mouth, and she seemed even paler than before, as If turned suddenly faint by th, stifle of the close lit. Campo Ragland. her f/tther, sprang up and was bemde her In a stride, supportlng her In I~is arms. )ear to hear. Then nnexpecfedly, In the smother of ~he crowd, her fingers closed upon his in a quick, hard grip. She had pressed a small heavy object into his hand. Turning it over In the pocket of his coat. Kentucky Jones discovered with a queer slow stir of the blood that the thing she had left in his hand could be nothing else but a used bul- let. lie knew at once that this was the slug which had killed a man. Campo Ragland said through hls teeth, "Will you let us out or not?" and the standing cattlemen flattened against the wall to let Campo and hls daughter by. Kentucky Jones lost sight of Jean as the crowd closed behind them. But for Kentucky Jones the atmos- phere of that packed room had changed. He was no longer simply a cattleman interested in a death which threatened to shift the economics of a range. The thing that had pulled him over four hundred miles of snow- clogged ruts In the last eighteen hours suddenly took on a new aspect, as acutely personal and definitely sinister as It he had himself been accused of murctering the man who was dead. And now the inevitable sequel broke. A deputy who had stood by the clut- tered ledge where the exhibits were sung out sharply, interrupting the sher- iff. "Walt a minute! Hold everything! There's something missing here l" In the momentary silence a lower voice said: "Maybe It's fell on the floor." "What Is it?" the coroner demanded. "What's gone?" "This here bullet's gone, that we had on the window sill with the other things P' "Bullet? What bullet? You mean--" "The slug that killed Masoa I" There was a sudden moment of struck silence all over the crowded room. This was followed lmmedlately by a rising buzz, as almost every man of all the great number in that room turned to speak low-toned to his neigh- bor. Watching the stlr ~bout tlae cur user's table, Kentucky saw that Bob Elliot, owner of the 88, was looking at him curiously. Kentucky grinned faint "tR at Elliot as he worked a hole In the~0eam of his pocket with a thumb- nail, and pressed the bullet through, so that It fell deep into the Hnlng of his coal Over the buzz of confusion he heard the coroner almost shouting, "You sure it was there?" "It's been hero all the time, but Just now I reached back, and--*' The sheriff Jumped to his feet, and his chair clattered over backward. His voice rose In an angry bellow. "Lock that door," he ordered. "lq~ G---d, I'm not going to have it t" At. abrupt silence fell at the Impact of his yoie~ "Some of you fellows are no better than children. I suppose you'd steal the shirt off your own back if you figured it was a sourenlrl I~ "Wait a minute, Floyd." The cur- oner caught the sheriff's arm, and pulled him down to whisper In his ear; and there followed an inaudible but apparently a heated discussion. It seemed to take effect upon the sheriff's plans, for he sat down abrupt. ly, his square face flushed with exas. peratlon. "All right, let It go, for now. Jut somebody ha~m't heard the last of thlsl . . Go ahead and give 'em cause of death." Kentucky Jones drew a deep breath. He had come up into this crowded room to attend a routine hearing, calcu. lated to confirm the death of a man who, however important o these poe- )Is. had only died foolishly, accidental- ly, by big own gun. But now the in- quest as such had lost all meaning, turning Into a sham, an apparently un- conscious fraud. A sudden Incomprehensible anger overshadowed reason as he wondered if Campo Ragland knew that the bullet which killed Mason was not what it seemed--and had prompted his dough ter to get It out of the sheriff's pos- session. If her theft of this scrap of evidence was not In behalf of her fit ther, then who? If Jean Raglaud was being used by her father or anyone else as a cat's-paw In a dangerous situation, he meant to find It out. Once more he worked hls way sideways through the crowd along the side at the room, this time toward the exit Campo Ragland had taken hls daugh- ter to Waterman's rambling one-story hotel, and had returned to the street again by the tlme Kentucky Jones, after a fifteen-minute search through Waterman, again located the boss of the Bar Hook, Kentucky strolled up, greeting Rag- land with the slow singularly infec- tious grin that served him as a pass- port through hard times and slack "I'm On, Then," Said Kentucky. wherever he went:. Campo Ragland, grim as was hls mood, half smiled in return as they shook hands. "Seems like people didn't hardly real- ize how important Mason was around here, until now he's dead," Kentucky began. "Of course, he naturally bad enemies." "You can't run a bank right." said Ragland lifelessly, "without raising u~ an enemy here and there." The boss of the Bar Hook was not quite as tall as Kentucky Jones, but his lean, stooped shoulders were very broad. His eyes were blue, like his daugh- ter's. And though the general aspect of his face was benign it was a face which could set grimly and stubbornly, turning into a fighting face. "Curious," said Kentucky Jones, watching Ragland closely, "that every- body was so ready to accept that he went to work and shot himself~accl- dentally." "What else could it have been but accidentally ?" Ragland said Impa- tiently. "Nothing, I guess," said Kentucky ; "but on pretty near any other range somebody would most likely have tried to prove there was a shenanigan." For a moment Campo Ragland~s eyes turned upon Kentucky. Wafching him lntChtly, Kentucky Jones could not, however, see that the man's face changed. "I suppose so," said Rag- laud, without expression ; and he haft turned, as If he would walk on. Kentucky Jones wavered an instant. His cautious prodding had failed; but its failure was more challenging than a revealing answer. He plunged. "Mr. Ragland," he said, ~can you usa a man?" Ragland's eyes quickened. "I don't want no more of these filwer tourists we get for sow hands today. But If you got In mind some good steady--" "I was speaking for myself," said Kentucky Jones. 'Come off I You're a cattle trader." "Times are bad, Mr. Ragiand; the more so with Mason dead, I was a brush popper before I was a trader, and I'm a good one yet. And I'd sure like to fill in at ~it for a while. Plain cow walloping is all I want." 'Well," said Ragland, doubtfully, "if you want a plain riding Job for the rest of the winter, at fifty.five and found, I sure can't refuse you ; though I must say, It comes as a kind of sur- prise." "I'm on, then," said Kentucky. "You'll have to take a horse, the way the roads is. I'll leave an order at the livery barn you're to have a Bar Hook horse." (TO BE CONTINUED) F i ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ll~~~~~~~~~~~~I~~~~~~~~~~i~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ii~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I~ I Can YOU Solve the Mystery of Bar Hook? Then tighten your gun belt, climb into the saddle and let Ken- tuck), Jones take you through "Winter Range" on the most thrilling ride you ever had. This is the fastest, fightingest cattle coun- try yarn that has yet come from the pen of Alan LeMay, who gay9 you "Gunsight Trail", "One of Us Is a Murderer" and "Painted Ponies." All through this new serial is spun a web of myster7 that chal- lengee the greatest "detective" fiction of the day. It'll keep you hanging on breath- lessly to the final in- stallment. This is the First Installment of "Winter Range." 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