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THE BEACH REVIEW
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COMFORT, LOOKS
AND SMARTNESS
PA.TTERN 9HuI~
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9083
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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
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"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)
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MID-LIFE
The besetting infirmity of people
middle age is the notion that they
have probably experienced most of
what life has to offer and that w&en
they pass, as it were, the crest of
the hill, the rest of life is either a
repetition of what has gone before
or is in the nature of a decline. I
am quite sure that is the mind of a
good nmny men between forty-five
and fifty. It is a very deadening
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life ought to include the belief~
which is a very well-founded belief~
that as a matter of fact llfe gets
rlcher and fuller as It goes on: that
as we burden ourselves with in-
creased responsibilities and sacrifice
a great deal of our liberty, instead
of Impoverishing life, we enrich it.-
Canon W. T. Elllott.
Incurable?
No talkative man was ever abll
to reform himself in that particular,
Mrs. M. E.
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