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it k'll [] ," • • / • rye askedalot of favors of you, Ken- peoplellave been led to suppose? I i .... I
EIJl~ ~ ~ tuck; a lot more than I ever had any "He hasn't any testimony in support | rlaTTlO ~r'i~T~" | i : ~ -
l/ / right to ask. I have to ask you one of it but,mine. They'll discount that, [ I J[-l_l~ W J~J~[~, [ CK:: PATTERN a35a~
1l~ ~ [llll1 thing more. If you'll do this one thing because 1 m his daughter; even--even I ___ I
l I "~ ~ ['11 ~ ~l ~l more for me, I'll be grateful to you if they don't break my testimony In [ • q, .... t ~ ~:-~ | I[[
I ~',MI'A ' [~ • • ~ Illll all my life; and I swear I'll never ask some other way." [ ~-L. ~u~.~. v,~ff,~ ~ ~l~
I1 Ill I[ 1 W~l m any, tagof yes again." He did not stop to tell her that he [ l~'ive Dillions fflore-f [ ~[~!
lll ~ "Jean, girl," Kentucky said, "what's knew by this that her support of Cam- [ News ~ Hogs [ ~/
I~~ l mF"~P~I happened here?" po's alibi had been perjury. Instead he | Submarines ~ranted [
/ ~ ~'~.~ "Take this horse, and the mule, and asked her, 'How many people know
~ll~'~V ~ r~ such of the stuff as you need. I don't that Campo--your father set out to Amos R. E. Pinchot. who has lei- |
IV~ ~t~ ~/ need to tell you where to go qr how to kill Bob Elliot the day Mason was sure and thinks, utters profound truth
~l~~ ¢ P" get there, nor how to get along; but killed?' writing to one of
A | A Ik| | I1~ IkJ A1t~f do as I sayi Go a long way, and go She cried out with a shudder In her the "professors.'
/'~L.~IN[ L.L. |'v|r~| fast, and lose yourself; and never voice, "You even know that? .... Capitalism is a
I. come back until some day this ghastly "Bob Elliot told me that," he said tough old bird, that
thing is over with and forgotten!" shortly, will live a good
CHAPTER X~Continued
~13--
~ean called out sharply, "Is that you,
Kentucky? Are you hurt?"
"They hlt Lee Bishop, Jean."
She alld out of the saddle, tossing
the reins over her pony's head. aad
came to the edge of the coulee.
• "Where's Lee~'
"Drop down and I'll take you to
him." He held up his arms and she
let herself drop Into them, hut freed
herself immediately. "Is he hit bad?"
He whispered, "He can hear us from
here, I think. I don't know but what
they've finished him, Jean. He's shot
tn tile side of the back, and Lord
knows where *the bullet stopped. You
shouldn't have come here--don't you
know that?"
"Somebody had to come. Campo--
my father Is alack from Waterman; but
Harry Wilson quit when Campo
wouldn't bring out more riders. You
and Campo at~d I are all that's left
And now poor Lee--poor Lee--"
lie led her down tile cut to where
:Bishop lay. The range boss opened
his eyes and turned his face toward
her. "Is that you, JeanT'
She dropped on her knees beslde him.
"Yes, Lee."
"Didn't know but what I might be
hearing things. Where's CampoT'
"I:le's making a sweep of the upper
]~ench trail Lee, you must he plumb
frozen T'
"Pretty near," Bislmp admitted.
~ean sllpped off her coat, and care-
fuUy wrapped Bishop's legs. Then she
'scrambled out of the cut, ran to her
ihorse and, loosening the cinch, Jerked
~her blanket from under the saddle.
'When this was placed to suit her, she
made ready to go:
"It's sure a shot-to-pieces outfit you
bought into, Kentucky."
"That deal la off," he told her. "I
own no #hare ia the Bar Hook, nor any
part of a share."
Jean looked at him but there was no
expression in her foes, nor In her
Noice as she answered. "So you're
quitting, too."
"No, not quite yet," Kentucky told
~,er grimly. "I'm Just going ahead In
a little different way than we figured
I was going to; that's all."
Jean dropped beside Lee Bishop
#gala, attd fo~ a long time studied the
~uask of his face, yellow In the flrellghL
~le seemed asleep. Irrepressible tears
appeared on Jean's cheeks, glinting in
tile light of the fire. She bent over
Lee Bishop and klseod lflm. "Good-
by, Lee," she aald softly. 'TII be
back pretty quick."
I~e Blshop smiled faintly. "Take
your time, kid."
Jean caught Kentucky's wrist and
led hlm a little way down the cut.
"Do you think there's any chance of
moving him?"
"I don't know aa we better try, Jean.
When you get back to the house, phone
to Waterman for Dec Hopper. Then
~. N.U.
Kentucky said slowly, "l don't know
but what Campo has almighty good
reason to know better than that, Lee."
"What if he has?" Lee demanded.
"What you don't know is, he's been
gathering up stuff against you--trac-
ing guns, and the like of that. In a
pinch he'll turn off you, Campo will!
• But believe In that girl. She believes
In you; and she'll stand by yon."
"The pinch will come quick, now,"
Kentucky said. "But she'll not he with
me, Lee."
Lee Bishop said in a curious hoarse
whisper, "She'd Jerk the heart out of
her, if you needed it. She's got a faith
in you that you don't have for her."
"I~'alth?" Kentucky repeated savage-
ly. "If she'd trusted me only half way,
only quarter way, you and I wouldn't
be sitting here tonight."
l.ee Blshop looked at Kentucky a
long time, and his mind seemed to be
turning vagam. "You ain't licked, Ken-
tucky," tie said at last in a weak voice.
"You can beat this game yet."
"Sure I'll beat It," Kentucky as-
sured hlm. "Lee, I'll beat it in spite of
her ?'
Lee Bishop said In a queer voice,
"You--you couldn't go against that
girl, Kentucky."
"I'd sooner cut off my rlght hand,
Lee; but I've got to go square against
her now."
For another ~, moment Lee Bishop
fixed staring, vacant eyes upon Ken-
tucky's face. "You love her, huh?"
Kentucky Jones shivered; he felt as
If the grlp of the night cold was get-
ting the better of him, so that his
body had a core of lee. He covered
hls face with his hands. "I think," he
sahl, "I hate her as l've never hated
any living thing in my life."
Lee Bishop's words Jerked out of
him incoherently, but unexpectedly
sharp and strong. "God help you, Ken-
tueky--don't say that I"
"All right, Lee."
$ * • • a a •
Jean Rag|and made the round trip--
and loaded a mule at the other end--
in a little over four hours, which was
wonderful time on those night trails.
But she might as well have saved her
animals; for an hour before she
reached Trap canyon Lee Bishop was
dead.
When Ke~tucg~ had packed the body
to the Bake Pan camp of the Bar
Hook, where he placed It with that
of Jim Humphreys, he faced his horse
Into the steep switch-back trail up the
rim. and started for the main ranch.
Kentucky had agreed with Jean Rag-
land that to take Lee Bishop to the
Bake Pan camp was a shorter and
more convenient pack; and Kentucky
had seized upon the opportunity to re.
lease Jean from the mournful proces-
sion and send her home.
He now put his horse np the trail
stiffly, climbing fast. He felt no weari-
ness, but only a black temper. Now
that he knew for the first time what
set of ugly circumstances he was up
against, he knew what he had to do;
It was not easy, and be wanted to get
it behind him.
The voices of the guns and the cir-
cumstances of Lee Bishop's death had
brought him an odd new alertness, an
almost painful consciousness of every-
thing that moved within the limits of
the rimrock horizon. It was as if he
had found himself returned to the days
of his forefathers, when an awareness
of far-off details had a lot to do wlth
keeping on a man's scalp.
And long before Jean Ragland came
In sight, he knew that two horses
were coming toward him along the
trail, that they had but one rider, and
that the second horse was not driven,
but led.
For a moment after Jean came in
sight he was absorbed by the sight of
her. She rode a little dark pony, and
her short white storm coat was in key
with the snow. Hardly anybody ever
saw Jean Ragland ride without follow.
lng her with his eyes, as a man looks
after a bird that ts a bright living dee-
oration against the snow. And now the
girl and the pony she rode looked
better because the led horse was raw-
boned and mud colored, with only a
sharp, well-tracked leg action to sug-
gest that it mlgtlt be more horse than
at first It ~eemed.
AS they met in the trail he saw that
her face wa~ quiet with the resigna-
tion which had characterized It for the
last two days; but her eyes were alive.
There was a touch of fev~rlsh light In
them which told him that she was still
fighting, though what she was fighting,
or how, he was no loather sure that he
knew.
"I've brought you a fresh horse." she
Bald immediately. "Maybe it doesn't
look like much horse, but it Is a whole
lot of horse. Pretty near any Bar Hook
horse would give down under you be-
fore this plug would."
"I suppose I kind of ought to appre-
ciate that," Kentucky laid ; "but, Jean,
how ceme you think I am going to need
such a long-traveling horse?"
"Kantuci~." she maid. "Kenthek~--"
"Is That You, Kentucky?"
~pack a horse and come back. Get
!holdof a tent If there's any on the
:place, and all the bed-rolls that come
'handy, and grub, and~bandages, and
stuff. You know what We'll need."
Jean It#gland scaled the side of the
cut. re-cinched her saddle, and rode
off at a sharp trot..
l~e Bishop said, "There goes a
great girl, Kentucky. You're lucky,
all righL"
"Lucky? Me?"
"She'd ride her hor~e square off
the rim," Lee Bishop said, "if you told
her to." He was talklng in a queer
and somehow childish tone of voice
which Kentucky had never heard him
use. "Listen, Kentucky. Get this--
can you hear me all right?" "I can hear you, Lee."
"You't~ worse off than you th'.nk.
Kentucky. Campo believes you killed
MaulmP"
Kentucky Jones stared st her a long
time, studying her face; but her eyes
did not flinch from bl~. At last a
crooked one-sided smile changed his
month.
"I know this is a terrible sacrifice
for you," Jean said. "I wouldn't ask
you this, Kentucky, I swear I wouldn't,
if I wasn't so positive that there's no
other way. Believe this--I'll be your
friend, always; It may be later that
I can help you, and send your money
to you, or something like that. That
will work out later. All I can say now
Is that I'd rather be dead than sitting
here telling you this; but there isn't
any other way."
"Why do you ask this?" Kentucky
said curiously.
"Kentucky--God forgive me !--I can't
answer that! Bat I tell you that there
isn't any time to lose! Not an hour,
not even--I can't tell you any more!
I can only~"
"You'll have to tell me, I think,"
Kentucky said.
His face wqs hard, and the fatigue
that she had been nnable to detect
before now had carved lines about his
mouth, emptlasizing the crooked llne
of his broken nose.
"You've got to do what I say," she
told him passionately, "without any
question of why about it."
"You hardly expected me to do that,
I thlnk," he told her.
Jean cried out sbarply, "Don't l Take
the horse and go. Kentucky, as you
love me--but you don't love me; 1
know that."
"I think," he said, "Just now It
doesn't matter a whole lot who loves
who, or who doesn't."
There was a touch of hysteria In her i
voice as she answered him. "No, not!
to you--I think you don't care any-
thing alyout anybody in the world I"
"God help the man who does," he
said. "*AS for taking that horse and
making a run of IL I'm sorry not to
do something that you ask. But I
can't Imagine anything on the face of
the earth that would make me do that
nOW."
"Then," |he said quickly, "I'11 tell
you why you musL My father---my
father--" It seemed for a moment as
If she were unable to go on. But she
pulled herself together and spoke even-
ly, her words distinct and quick. "You
know by this time why Bob Elliot is
swamping the Bar Nook range. You
have eyes that see thlnga---I don't
think anyone can hide from you what
a thing means. You can't make me
think that you don't know why Elliot
has no fear of Campo, nor the Bar
Hook."
"No," he said slowly, "I wouldn't
pretend that I can't see that."
Her words tumbled out of her Inco-
herently. "It's because Bob Elliot was
close to the Bar Hook when Mason
was killed. Poor Lee Bishop knew
that~though I dol't think he knew
that he knew it. I~"
Kentucky Jones said, "Bishop told
me that he knew."
"And now," said Jean, "now rye got
to tell you that I've known this all
#long--almost from the first. And I--"
"You're sure you want to tell me
this, Jean?"
"I have to tell you--you make me
tell you---"
That was a strange meeting, there
on the trail In all that dazzle of sun-
whipped snow, while all the sharp, and,
hidden thlng~ that this girl had never
meant to tell a living soul came trem.
bling out of her In a panicky disorder.
Perhaps he should have wept or gath-
ered her In his arms; but he could
not.
"All right," he said. "What, exactly,
la Bob Ellint holding over your fa-
ther?"
"Somehow he's guessed the truth:
that--whoever killed Mason killed him
with my father's rifle. I kr.ew that
when I put the bullet into y~ur hand
at the inquest; I've known l~r days
that you mast know that, too, though
you said nothing to me."
"Yes," he admitted, ~I flguled out
that."
"And Bob Elliot knows tt~I"n cer-
tain he knows It. Though I swear I
don't know how he Is so sure."
'But you yonrself are sure that It Is
true---that the murderer used your fa-
ther's rifle?"
"The---the---yes ; I'm virtually certain
of that. And my father knows It.
He--"
"Have you talked this over with
him?"
"No---how could I? It's changed him
so I hardly know hlm. He used to
have a terrible fighting temper--but
where is it now? He doesn't dare come
to a showdown with Elliot; he's afraid
of the effect the shc~k would have on
my mother."
"And on you."
• my me, that," ahe repeated. "He
doesn't dare face it out because of
her. But Just as he won't fight Elliot
because of that---~methlng in his
tnakeup keeps him from protecting
himself, too. Nothing would bring him
to hide evidence---though that evidence
might turn against him, as well as
agaln~t the tzue ml~rd~'eg, 1~1 mu~
lava lmow~-~*
Jean Ragland looked dizzy, and sick.
"Then who can tell bow many people
Bob Elliot has told?"
Kentucky Jones stripped off his
gloves and made himself a cigarette.
"And how many people," Kentucky
said slowly, "do you think can tell a
living man from a ghost?"
Her voice quavered Irregularly, no
"What Do You Mean?"
longer fully under her control~ "What
do you mean?"
"There used to be a picture hanging
in the Bar Hook ranch house," Ken-
tucky said. "A picture in a dark wood
frame. That picture was stolen be-
cause somebody thought it had some-
thing to do with the Mason case. When
you saw that picture was stolen, you
were panic-stricken, and hid the emp-
ty frame from your father. Now I'm
going to tell you what that picture
Wan."
"You can't~you never saw--"
~It was a picture of a man on a
horse. When you first looked at that
picture It seemed to be an enlarged
snapshot of Bob Elliot. Only--when
you looked close, it was not Elliot, but
John Mason. Do you deny that, Jean?"
"No," said Jean miserably. "You see?
It's Just as I sald. Nothing escapes
you, nothlng's able to hide it#elf away
from you. That~that's the rest of the
cane against my father. Lee Bishop
didn't know who It was ha saw near
the Bar Hook when he thought he
saw Mason, and Joe St. Marie only
thought he saw Mason's ghoaL Bnt~
when they rested sideways in their
saddles with their faces hidden, a long
way off or In the dark--anybody could
---could mistake Bob Elliot for Mason."
"Or," he said, "an angry man might
---Just possibly~mlstake Mason for El-
ll0t."
She drew a deep breath and pruned
her gloved fingers against her eyes,
but did not reply.
"It's my belief," Kentucky said, "that
It was tile sheriff who searched the
house--or had It searched; In which
case, he must have that picture."
"I think you're right about the sher-
Iff; he must have been looking for the
gun to match the Mason bullet. But
he didn't take the picture of Mason~
because I took it myself."
"You did? Bat you looked so
scared--"
"I didn't hide frame and all, at first,
because it left a pale spot on the wall,
that Dad would have noticed. I meant
to slide some other picture ~nto the
frame. But I forgot It. And then, with
Dad hunting all through the house, to
see what had been taken, I thought
he'd notice the empty frame---and I
was terrified."
"And that rifle---" He paused, watch-
Ing her, and licked shut his cigarette.
"The rifle.*" she burst out, Jerking
her hand away from her eyes. "Who
knows where that Is now? How do
we know that Bob Elliot doesn't have
It himself? Sheriff Hopper has the
other bullet. If ever the bullet is fit-
ted to my father's gun--"
"No," he said, "Bob Elliot doesn't
have the rifle."
Her voice rose hysterically. "How
do you know he hasn't?"
"Because," he told her, "that rifle
Is dismounted and hidden in the mat-
tress of your bed."
She stared at him blankly for a
long moment. "Oh, dear Lord," she
said at last in a broken voice. "Why
did I ever try to hide anything from
you?" She did not avert her face from
him, sitting very straight In the sad-
dle. "Yes, I hid It. Campo must have
known at once that Mason was killed
with hi# rifle; but do you think any-
thing in the world could have per-
suaded him to do away with that rifle,
to pitch It into the bottom of some
canyon ?"
Watching her face In half profile he
saw her begin to ery, silently, and
without tears, "Is tb,~t all?" he sald.
"That's one side of It." She area4
led herself.
"And what's the other sldel~
gTO B£ CONTINUED)
deal longer than
any of us will."
Capitalism, which
means government
by organized dol-
lars and Industry,
instead of organ-
lzed soldiers, will
IMt longer than tha
present generation,
longer than this
cantury. Oapltalism
Artbar Irish#me IS the new financial
feudalism that replaced military feu-
dallsm. There is no reason why it
should not last as long as military
feudalism lasted, many centuries.
Senator Borah, one of the senate's
able men, predicts that congress will
sit until November 1, and that five
thousand one hundred and twenty mll-
llons more will be appropriated for
immediate spending. That would make
about an even ten billions in extra ap-
proprlatlon for this year.
Two thousand one hundred and
twenty millions of the money would
pay the soldiers' bonus In "green-
backs," and three thousand million:
would be used to take up mortgages
on farms.
"Itogs sell up to $10.10. best price
since September, ]930." That eomes
from Kansas City--ten dollars aud ten
cents for a hog weighing one lmndred
pounds. That may not mean much to
you; it means much to the farmers
that raise hogs. It also has meaning
for housekeepers that buy sausages.
For some mysterlous reason, when
pork prices go up ]0 per cent sausage
prices go up 100 per cent.
Rear Admiral Yates Stlrllng, Jr.,
commanding Brooklyn navy yard, says
America needs long-range submarine~
to protect our Interests in the Pacific.
Since 1918, when sweet peace re-
turned, wise Japan, according to Ad-
miral Stirling, has built 64 submarines,
Including 27 of long range, each car-
rying six torpedo tubes, powerful guns,
able to erose the I'aeIflc and return
without refueling. Japan has also a
specla] fleet of e~ght submarines for
placing deatruetlve ocean mine& f~ur
of them able to operate ~,000 mlle~
from their ba~. Each could place 45
bombs In the path of enemy shipping.
Newell P. Sherman. choir singer,
Boy Scout master, fell in love with
a girl sixteen, admits that to make
his way clear he upset a canoe, throw-
ing the mother of his two children
trite the water, kept pushing her away
from the boat nntll she sank and
drowned. Tbhl young gentleman Is 6
feet 4 inches tall, but the elactrlc
chair can doubtless be arranged to fit
him.
You will hope that no tender-hearted
parole board will may, "He ought to
have another chance." One chance to
drown the mother of your two children
~eema enough.
Rome reports Fascist excitement be-
~ause "Japan assumes the role of
Abyssinian champion."
Mu~tlnl's press says Japan sets
herself up as leader of Asiatic and
African peoples, "against the civiliza-
tion and culture of the white race."
A Fascist newspaper calla Japan
:'the enemy of Europe and America,
~reamlng of world conquest." That
~eems to be a keg of powder wlth only
spark lacking.
Scientists experimenting with ga]Inea
pigs take one or ten or a hundred
guinea pigs, never all the guinea pigs
~t once.
College professors, union labor lead-
ers convinced of their ability to Invent
beta'st government, gentlemen who
believe tn no government at all, and
other experimenters, should select a
definlie number of American guinea
plgs for experiment, not practice on
the 130,000,000 all at once.
Miss Margaret McDermott, spinster
lady of Chicago, left $25,000 for an
old spitz dog. Many write to the ex-
ecutors saylng they simply "adore anl-
reals," esl~eclally spltz dogs, and would
like to take care of "Pet" In return for
the income on $25,000.
That interests men that leave large
fortunes to daughters or sons. For-
tune hunters from abroad are always
ready to spend money left to daugh-
ters, and scheming ladies, foreign or
,~ative, are ready to help a young gen-
tleman spend his inherited money, as
recently illustrated in a certain Ryan
case.
Moscow dispatches say the S0vlet'a
north polar flight from Moscow to San
Francisco may start any day. If three
Russian airmen make that 6,000-mile
flight, nonstop, from Moscow to S~n
l;ranclsco successfully, San Francisco
will be interested, and Washington,
D. C., ought to be interested.
The government might even interest
itself In building some long-dlst~n~
planes.
The smart girl has one eye on the
budget and tile other anticipating,
a rise In temperature--and makes
a cool decision to include several
summer sports in her wardrobe
right now. It took a lot of ingenuity
to design that clever yoke-cape-p~inel
In one. It makes sewing so easy,
and briefly, that cape Is much cooler
than a sleeve. Pattern 9354 sports
an action pleat back and skirt Just
to help you "get places." If you find
a simple flat neckline becoming, omit
the d~.shing revers (but we like 'era).
Very correct for spectator sports, of-
rice wear or week-end Jaunts. Make
it up In washable sport silk or
shantung. Try a novel"cork" buckle
and buttons.
Pattern 9354 may be ordered only
In Slsea 14. 16, 18, 20, 32, 34, 36, 38,
40 and 42. Size 16 requires 4 yards
36 inch fabric.
Send FIFTEEN CENTS In eoln~
or stamps (coins preferred) for this
pattern. Be sure to write plainly
your NAME, ADDRESS, the STYLEI
NUM~BER and SIZE.
Complete, diagrammed sew chart
included.
Send your order to Sewing CArele
Pattern Department, 232~Weet Eight-
eenth Street, New York.
ON THE FLY PAPER
Manager--Where is the Human
Fly?
Fat Lady--He got Into an argu-
ment with his wife and she swatted
hlm.--Answers Magazine.
ON HIS BEAT
Bug Cop--Hey, get off my beat s
I'll run you in!
No Worries
Optimist--Yes, sit', there's one
thing I'm never tronbled wlth and
that's punctures.
I essimist--I uncture-proof tires?
Optlmlst--No ; I haven't got a ms,
chine to worry about tire trouble.