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THE BEACH REVIEW Settles Problem of "Working" Frock PATTERN ~367 9357 The morning after you start this you'll be wearing it. It's that quick to make up, so don't waste any time making up your mind to have thls for your next "work-a-day" frock i YOu can't possibly find a simpler pet- tern--nor more becoming lines--nor "breezier" sleeves. And those are the things that count for something In s kitchen. The nice scallops on the yoke and pocket are the details that so aptly make this frock "dif- ferent," and the stir sleeve Is ready for action. The bosom and back full- ness (so much In vogue) does nicely by your femininity, Wear nice bright buttons to match the cotton print you choose. Pattern 9367 may be ordered only In sizes 14, 16, 18, 20, 32, 34, 36. 38, 40 and 42. Size 16 require8 3 yards 86 Inch fabric. Send FIi~EEN CENTS In coins or stamps (coins preferred) for this pattern. Be sure to write plainly your NAME, ADDRESS, the 8TYLH ZqUbIBER and SIZE. t~omplete, diagrammed sow chart included. Send your order to Sewing Circle Pattern Department, 282 Wut Eight- eenth street. New York. i I r i L _ FASHIONS IN WORDS *'What has caused you to change four mend?" "I haven't changed my mind." an- swered Senator Sorghum. "I have anly deferred ~o my fan mall and re. vised my rhetoric." Labor Wut~l Burglar--What are you lat~ghlng at? Householder--That you come at night without a light to look for money where I can't find any In broad dayllght,--Stray Stories Mug, a~ine. Quits a Surprise Boss (to sties be~)wWhat would you do with a thousand pounds? ONce Boy~Lummle, guv'nor, I wasn't expeCtlu' a ralse.~Pearson's" Weekly. WNU~Y 29--35 CHAPTER IX--Continued --11- The quarter-blood seemed to take a flying grlp on hope. "Look here," he sald. "Look here l Campo Ragland's got me wrong. I know you don't know me very good~b~'t Nombra de Dies" Kentuck--I swear before God I'm tell- Ing you the truth. I've shot square with Campo all along, and all the way. Ha's got no more reason to send you to get me, than as If he sent me to get you. Listen. Kentucky--if I hadn't meant to shoot square with Campo Ragland. do you think I'd have stayed at the Bar Hook as long as I did? And I'd have stuck with hlm right on through it, too: rd have backed hls play any way he wanted. Yes. by Cr--d, I will yet I Campo Ragland had no call on earth to be afraid of me." "Aft'aid of you?" Kentucky repeated. "That's what's gone haywire with the Godforsaken outfit," St. Marie said. Therewas a fanatic Intensity In the stare which he held upon Kentucky's face. "That man has gone to pieces," he in- sisted. "That man isn't right any more. I wouldn't have left the Bar Hook at all, only pretty soon I seen that Campo was getting scared, and scared of me. ThaC man has gone to pieces," St. Marie reiterated. Kentucky perceived that the man believed hlmself to be talking for his life. "Nobody that knows anything about this is safe in the same country with him any more. Maybe you're not safe yourself, for all you know. But: look, Kentucky, I swear to G--d Ragland had no call to worry about me, even If I stayed in the rlm- rock ; and he has a thousand times less reason to put me out of business" and head me off from what I'm trying to do now---or was trying to do, when you shot my horse out from under me." ~And Jus~ what Is this you're trying to daY' "All I want Is to get out of this country. Where I made my mistake, I were saving the dln horse. I should Imve pushed through this here gap two hours ago. All I want of this business ill 0Ut." "I expect you do," said Kentucky. ~Bul: you're too deep in this bustnes~ Joe.*" "What difference does it make how deep I'm In, so long as I can keep my mouth shut, and disappear out of here? I--" 'A lot of difference," Kentucky told him. "I d--n well mean to take you back.~ St. Marie appeared to be dumfound- ed. "Take me back?" he repeated. "What did you think I wan going to do, murder you?" at. Marie stared at him again. "Yeh,~ he said at last, Kentucky rolled a cigarette and con. sldered. "We don't seem to see eya to eye in this, St. Marie," he said. "In the first place, I wasn't sent after you by Campo Ragiend. Campo doesn't even know you've left the Bar Hook-- so far as I know. I've come out here to take you back on my own hook. I gueu ru ask you a couple of questleas for a change," St. Marie shlvexed, but appeared to take heart. "And what if I siva you tim wrong answers?" he said, h/s tone altering subtly. "Th " en, said Kentucky, "I suppose you'll go right ahead and hang. Don't let me stop you." "Hang? For what?" "For the killing of Zack Sanders" For an instant St. Marie did not move. Then he drew a deep breath and let it go again. "I sure as h--I don't know what you're talking abouL" he said. "Give me a cigarette." Kentucky tossed him the makings. "I'm going to describe a gun to you," he said. "The gun I'm thinking of Is a blue-barreled .45. There's a little Meca split off the wooden part of the ;rip. The serial number looks like It begins wffh a 3, but It's really an 8." Kentucky told him tim rest or' the num. ber "That's my gun," said St. Marie. "Or anyway, it was my gun once." "I know thaL" said Kentucky. "I found that out from the gunsmith in Waterman. l~ow I want to know exactly when and why you shoved that n Into the hand of Uack Sa nders." gul never did give it to Zack San- ders,"" said St. Marie. KentuCky Jones lost patience. "Get yourself ready to walk," he said. "I got no tl~a to listen to you lie !" 'T~ll me Just this one thing," St. Marie ~lea(led. "Where did yOU get track of this gun?" "The gun we're talking about," Ken- tucky said, "was In Zack Sanders' Imnd as he lay dead near tile Bar llook pump house." Tile brans rider swore softly. "If you're tr~viag to hook me lure some. thing hy way of tbat," I)e said, "you're np the wrying coulee. 1 lost that gun lu a trap game in Waterman four '~u.qlJs back. 1 cau name you every man Ihat was In that erap game, and t~e.v'il swear to wlmt 1 say; and Ted ~.:::i'hw will tell you that gun Is the ane ~ won from me that night." ALAN LE MAY "Ted Baylor In a trap game with a bunch of saddle bums? That's a hot one !" "He was drunk, and he Just stopped for one pass as he went through." Joe St. Marie lnsisfed. '*The lucky stiff got my gun on that one pass." "If that's so," Kentucky said, "that can be checked up later. For the time being I'm taking you back." "If you aim to take me back, ! can Just as well kiss myself good-by right" now. I ain't got a Chinaman's chance of living to see trial--and well you know lt l I thought you swung with Campo Ragland. I even thought you were thick with Ragland's girl You sure had me fooled." "What makes you think I don't swing with Ragland ?" "If you swung with the Bar Hook, the last thing you'd want to do would be to drag me back into this case." "Then come clean and come quick-- I'm cold, sad I'm stiff, and I'm ready to ride !" The brahe rider was beginning to crack under the strain. "I don't know what your side is," he sald hoarsely, "'nor who you think you're working for, or why. But if you're fool enough to think you're helping out Campo Rag- land, you're making one h--I of s blunder." "Answer me this," said Kentucky, "and if I figure you've answered me with a lie, we're going to start back right now without any more talk. What do you know about the killing of San- ders?" "I swear I never knew Zack San- ders was dead until Lee found him," St. Marie said passionately. '*Then tell me this," said Kentucky again. "You saw the killing of Ma- son?" "No," said St. Marie violently. "No I I wasn't anywhere near it." "It's pretty well known." said Ken- tucky, "that you weren't where you were supposed to be that day." "What If I wasn't? That Campo is a driving fool I figured I'd done enough work for one week. and I took me a layoff on my own hook." "And where were you when you saw the shooting of Mason'F~ "I never seen it, I tell youi I was riding in, but I was anyway half a mile off and beyond the ridge when | heard the shots. I didn't even sus- picion anything them I went up to the house for grub. All I ever seen. when I went by the kitchen window was Camps Ragland cleaning his gun, his deer rifle. I never eYen knew Mason was dead until I~e Bishop found him that night. And I never knew that deer rifle killed him until the, sheriff come out to see abouf Zack Sanders' killing, and told us Mason was killed by a small caliber. I swear--" "You recognized the caliber of. the gun he was cleaning as you walked past the window?" "I went on In the kitchen. He'd put It away from him by then. It was clear over on the other side of the room. Bu[ it was the only rifle in the room. and I knew that that was the one he'd had In his hands. I~" "How comb you to take such close notice of what was the caliber of the gun ~" "How can a feller help knowing the different guns around a place by sight? I've used that gun myself." Kentucky Jones said slowly, "Wsa there anybody else at the ranch house then ?" "Campo's glrl was there. She was In the kitchen tafikng to her father. They'd been having a fight about some- thing. But they cut it off quick when I come in. The girl looked like she wasn't feeling so good." Kentucky leaned forward, and his voice sounded as if It could saw cl~unks out of the frozen rock. "St. Marie, Is that all you know?" "All I know?" HIs voice rose in in- solent revolt. "What the 1~--1 do you think--" He checked. Kentucky Jones had cocked,-, his gun, and the small me- tallic click tamed the bronc rider more effectively than as ff Kentucky had downed him with a rock. "H--l, Ken- tuck," he cried, "I can't tell you any- thing mote! Sangrel It's enough to get my head shot off as it Is i" 'You're giving me this as the whole reason for stealing a horse and going over the hill tonlght?" "In G--d's name, why wouldn't I go over the hill? Here's Pampa with a killing on his hands thaUs stirred uo the rimrock like no killing ever stirred It up before. Here's me. maybe, the only man that knows a thing that would hang Campo higher than a buz- zard. Is that reason for going over the hill or not? But I tell you I'd have stayed through if I hadn't seen him going to pieces right in front of my eyes. When fear comes into a man aobody's safe." "I'd give a thousand dollars," said Kentucky, "to know ff you're telling the truth." For a moment Joe St. Marie dropped hls gesticulating hands and said noth- Lug, Then suddenly~"Give me my saddle," he babbled, "and let me go I can keep my mouth shut, I tell you I can forget I ever worked for the Bar Hook I I can forget I ever set eyes on the rlml Let me get out of this Godforsaken country and you'll--" "For G---d's sake shut upl" said Ken- tucky. He was feeling not less than two thousand years old, and very weary of the world. But he did not hesitate over his decision. "Have you go1~ any money?" he said in a dead voice. "No" "Take your saddle on your back," he told St. Marie "How far is it to the nearest place where a m~n can borrow a horse?" ~Nlne---eleven miles." "Take your saddle on your back and walk. And your bed.roll, too. Borrow ~ou a horse. See that that horse dies runnlng~and never let me set eyes on you again.." For a moment St. Marie sagged, the steam ~ken out of him by the sudden realizatlon that he had got out of his box. But true to that dark strain in his blood, he had no word of thanks no word for his luck ; hls next remark was In the form of a complaint. "I can't walk all that." he sald. "That's a long day's walk. And carrying a sad- die and a bed-roll~" "You've go~ better than two hours before morning," said Kentucky. "You'll borrow that horse as the sun comes up. Have they got a phone there ?" "No." "Good." "But look~lf they ever catch up with me they'll have me back here for horse stealing." "Yes," said Kentucky. "I wouldn't trust you loose if I didn't know l~here'd be h--I on your heels as you go." Kentucky pulled off hls gloves mad looked through his pocket& He fount six dollars in silver ear~ wheels, and tossed them onto St. Marie's hlanket, "I've got Just one more thing to say to you," he said. "If ever I see you In thla country again~go for your Iron because I'm going to gun you down. And If ever Campo Ragland is tried fbr murder, no matter ou whose, say. so--even if you've kept your mouth shut--I'll hunt you down ff it takes a lifetime You hear me~" "You'll have to come deep Into Sonora," said St. Marie, "if you want go ~tee me agaln." ~I don't. Help me get this horse off the trail That bullet through his with. era Is going to make him draw unfa- vorable notice, If he's found,n Kentucky got the steel-dust pony; he put his lass-rope on the dead horse, and with the assistance of Joe St. Marie on foot dragged the carcass to a point from which it could be pitched over a drop, out of sight of the trail until the coyotes had time to do their work. ~Glve ms my gun." said SL Marie. **I'll have to tell them I broke my horse's leg and had to shoot him---and what will they think If I have no gun?" "Tell them you had to take your rope and hang him I" Kentucky wheeled his horse to the trail, and began the long return plod to the Bar Hook; and the first faint grayness of another day was showing at the earth's edge as he came out of Hlghtman's gap. It was noon when he got back to the Bar Hook. When he had unsad- dled and fed hls ridden-out pony he lost no time in heading for the kitchen. Here he was wolfing cold meat and equally cold potatoes, when Jean found him. The pallor of fatigue Increased the look of fragility that had alfered her since the death of Mason; but her self-sufficiency seemed to have re- turned overnight. Perhaps she had been able to present that illusion to the others all along. For a little while she had allowed Ken- tucky to see what a blind drift of doubt, fear, perhaps despair, had pos- sessed her; but now the bars were up, shutting him out agalm She said In a fiat, incurious voice, "Have a good ride?" That stopped him for a moment. Last night he had held this girl in hls arms--not momentarily, but for what might have been an hour; and later, in a burst of smoking temper, he had left her standing in the snow with tears upon her cheeks. He had rid. den all eight after a fugltlve--per- haps a murderer; she did not know whether he had found the man, or killed him, or what he had learned If Sf. Marie was taken alive. Yet the indifference of her voice suggested PETERMAN'$ ANT. FOOD THE STORY FROM THE OPENING CHAPTER At the inquest into the death of John Mason, banker, Jean, daughter ot Campo ~agland, owner of the Bar HoqK ranch, where Mason met death, sur- reptitiously passes to Kentucky Jones the bullet which had killed Mason. Ken- tucky goes to work on the Bar Hook ranch. The Mason verdict is accidental death. Bob Elliot. owner of the adjoining range, drlve~ his cattle on the Bar Hook land. Lee BishoP, Ragland'a ranch boas, expostulates, and Bill McCord, Elliot's foreman, insultit him. Bishop and Jones are astounded at Ragland's in- difference to w41iot's action. Bishop urges Kentucky to try to influence Jean to arouse her father. He does so, unwillingly, and her reaction mystifies him. Zack Sander~ Bar Hook cook, is found dead, murdered. Sheriff Hopper announces hie knowledge that Mason also was murdered. Jones seeks to trace the ownership of a gun found on Zaek Sanders. as having a bearing on the mystery. Jean cells him her share in the Bar Hook ranch, thus giving him a free hand with Elliot, In a gun fight with riders of the "88" ranch Jim Humphreys, Bar Hook e~twboy, is killed, and his partner wounded. Jone~ sends tar fighting cowmen bht ~lav~l countermands the order. Jones finds proof that Jean has concealed evidence connects4 with Ma~on's death, A gunsmith whom he had engaged to tr~ Sanders' gun says he sold the wea~pon to a Bar Hook cowboy, Joe SL Marie. literally that Kentucky might have been the horse he had ridden---or some other horse. "I rode through mile after .mile of button hole bashes'" he told her, "all blooming in the snow. And It looks as if it might not rain, I hope. Did your father get back?" "No. He's still In Waterman. So Is Harry Wilson. Dec Harper came out. They've brought Billy up here already." "The devil! Where is he?" "Here, ! said." Her voice took on a faint edge. "Do you want to see him?" "Where's Lee Bishop ?" "He rode out again." He gulped down the remainder of hls coffee in silence. And when he had finished she led him through the house to the room where Billy Peteraen lay. He was propped up in a four-poster bed that must have been hauled into the rimrock long ago, in the early days of the brand. It could have belonged to no one but Jean's mother; and the room It occupied was obviously the most fa- vored room in the house. The walls were hung with pictures, and a gayety of hooked rugs and cretonne curtains was augmented in warmth and color by the crackling blaze in the. fireplace. The cowboy looked out of place as if he not only had been put here against hla will, but felt pretty sure that he would be kicked out as soon as the old boss got back. A book, face down in a chair by the bed, told Ken- tucky that Jean had probably been reading to Billy. Undoubtedly, the youngster was mystified by all this attention. Kentucky, however, was not mystified; the whole thlng suggested that Jean had been moved-to try to make up to Billy Peterson what could never be made up to Jim Humphreys, w~ho was dead. "What are you doing up here?" Kentucky demanded. "Dec Hopper should have left you down on the Bake Pan l" "It wasn't Doe Hopper," Billy told him. "About four o'clock this morn- ing I made Lee saddle up and bring me. About half way I wished I'd s1:ayed where I was. It sure didn't do me no good." There was a moment's pause while Kentucky Jones waited for the in- evffable question about how he had come out with Joe St. Marie. Yet the question did not come; and Kentucky abruptly recognized that Billy Peteraen had not be~n told anything about where Kentucky had gone. "Do you know where Lee went?" he asked Billy. "He's gone gunning after BIH Me. Cord." "Gunning after--" Kentucky turned on Jean. "Why dldn't you tell me thin as soon as I came in?" "I didn't know It`" she said, the fiat indifference of her voice un- changed. Billy Peteraen sald, ~Lee told me not to Bay anything about it until he wa4 long gone. I wouldn't say anything now; except I sure don't like this bush nee& Kentuck--I ~hought maybe you'd want to go and side him, or something." 'Dear G--d:" Kentucky exploded. "Right into their handel How long bus he been gone?" "About two hours." "Was he going straight to the 88?" "I~'o ; I don't gue~ he was going to the 88 at all He figured he'd go over In the West Cuts. He figures Bill Me- Cord has been over working in there. Naturally, he was hoping for a chance to get McCord alone" "And I'm supposed to be able te go over and pick him up In fl3e West Cuts." Kentucky raved. "Well he didn't ask ao one to pick him up." "Next thing we'll be tying him on a pack mule," Kentucky growled, and went out like a long-horn bull on the }rod. Going through the kitchen Kentucky Jones caught up his sheep-lined coat with one hand, and a handful of cold french fried potatoes In the other, for he was wolf-hungry yet, and didn't know when he Would get a chance to eat again. Out at the carrel he picked out a blocky zebra dun horse, dropped his rope on it, and swung his saddle aboard. Two minu~es later he was riding westward at a light trot. In that country of canyon-slashed rimrock no part of Wolf Bench could be called unbroken ; but to the stranger the branching and forking canyons of the West Cu~s presented a discourag- ing maze. The abrupt walls of the canyons, dropping sheer hundreds of feet from the levels of the bench, of- fered a series of appalling barrlera, repeatedly demanding detours of un- known length. Riders long in the rim- rock ]earned a thousand ways to get into those canyons and ou~ of them again; but to the rider who did not know them it too often appeared that there were no ways at all. Kentucky Jones was anything but familiar with the intricacies of the West Cuts. But he knew the general lay of the land and the typical tricks of canyons; and he knew what men were likely to do who were working smeR. He estimated that he had one chance In ten of comlng upon elther Lee Bishop or the men Lee Bishop sought. This one chance in ten was. as Kentucky saw it, Lee Bishop's chance for life. He did not believe that Lee Bishop couhl out-gun Bill McCord. nor that McCord's men would award Bishop an even break. Unhurriedly, Kentucky Jones set out to find Bishop if he could. For three hours he followed Bishop's tra~L At last a smother of cow tracks blotted out the trail for a quarter of a mile, and Jones never fouhd where It branched off. He cast ahead, trus~Ing to the general lay of the country t bring him across it again. ~TO B~ COblTL~IUD) BEES' "SWEET TOOTH'~ Though they deal in nectar and honey all their lives, bees do not have as sensitive a "sweet tooth" as human beings, it has been discov- ered by Prof. Karl yon Frisch of Munich. Science Service reported that Pro- sessor Von Frigch had "trained" bees to expect supplies of ordinary cane- sugar solution at a given place. When they became used to visiting It regularly, he cut down the strength of the solution. The lowest concentration the bees could detect as sweet was about 2 per cent sugar. Human beings get a sweet taste from sugar solutions only one-fifth that strong.~Llterary Digest. BOYS ! GIRLS ! 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