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THE WEST NEWS
WILLIAM MACLEOD RAINE’S
Smart Daytime Fashions
Hide ike Hive* idiik
COPYRIGHT WIUIAM MACLIOD RAINI—WNU SIRVICI
SYNOPSIS
Ruth Chi*wick at L C ranch, otWMMd hr
S»sr at danfsr to h*r outspoken and bull-
(waded lather. Lee. tram • band at la wise*
ruitlen headed by Shamt Howard, decide*
to aave him by tlaprng with younf Lou How-
ard. Shorin’* ion. and come* to the town at
Tall Holt te meet Mm. While tn Y*U Sang-
er a atore. a crook-noud *tran*«r enter*,
alia* up the altuatton. and when a drunken
cowboy, dim Fender, rtde* in and atarta
abootlni protact* Ruth, while Lou Howard
Wda*. Dtayuated with Lou’a cowardice.
Ruth call* ott the elopement, and *end* the
•rrenfer tor her Mher at the gombhej
home acroa* the atreet. Thar* the »tran*er,
caUltui klmaelt Jot! Gray, meet* Itorfao
Morris. a killer, Curly Conner. Kenaaa. MUe
High. Sul Hunt, end other ruatlen. end
Sherm Howard. Let ChUwIck enter*, with
hi* foremen. Dan Brand, and tell* iharm
Howard id hta order* lo ahost rutller* et
tight. Jett Gray ratum* to Ruth and coldly
reaaturea her of her falher’a (aJety. At
topper. Ruth Introduce* Je» te Iwr tether
and Brand, end to Sanger1* *tnre later the
■peak* ccrdlally to Curly Conner.
CHAPTER—II—Coetainned
Curly spoke in a friendly way to
bar father and then to her. Morgan
Norrta scowled. He had been talk-
ing ea they entered, but hie words
had apparently dried up. After pay-
ing for the tack of tobacco Sanger
handed him, he walked peat Ruth
out of the store. It teemed to her
there wai an insolent defiance in
the alight swagger with which he
moved.
On hit way out Curly atopped for
another word with Ruth. He con-
sidered her the pretiieei girl within
e day’s rids, and he was quita will-
ing to make the moat of their rath-
er alight acquaintance.
Lee Chiswick passed them with
some bundles in his hands.
"Pm putting these In the saddle-
bags," the cattleman said gruffly.
"Yes, Father, I’D be right out,”
Rutii answered. Site knew he waa
annoyed at her for falling into talk
with Curly Connor, a wild young
fellow reputed to be hand in glove
with the rustlers.
"Were starting," Chiswick
growled over his shoulder.
The cattleman walked aernsa the
road to the hitch-rack and began
putting packages in the saddlebags
of his mount. Through the deepen-
ing dusk he saw Dan Brand com-
ing down the street leading Ruth’e
chestnut mare. Morgan Norris
leaned against a doorpost at the
entrance to the Golden Nugget.
The foreman fastened the chest-
nut with a slip-knot. "Got to get
me some eatin’ tobacco,” he said,
and bowlegged across the road to
the atore.
As Brand passed the two young
people, he gave Ruth a curious
glance. Down at the corral where
she had left her horse, he had
learned a bit of news.
"All eet to got" Ruth asked him.
"Soon as I get my chewing."
Curly was speaking to the girt in
a low voice. She shook her head,
decisively.
"No. Mr. Connor. I’m sure I am
flattered. But you know Father
doesn’t like some of your friends. I
don’t think be would malfe you wel-
come at the L C if you rode out
there."
"Not even if I dropped tn kinds
by Chance?"
Ruth laughed. "Young men who
drop In by chance don’t fool him
any more.”
They followed Brand out of the
■tore. Night was sweeping down
ever the valley. The first evening
star* were pricking out. Above the
door of a saloon farther down the
atreet a lantern had been lit.
Men drifted in and out of gam
bling-housea. Morgan Norris waa
no longer In sight He had dis-
appeared into the Golden Nugget.
MUe High and his friend Sid moved
with trailing spurs to their cow
ponies.
Someone invited them to
back and have another drink.
“No, sir, we’re hitting the trail,”
Mila High called back.
From the alley beside the Oolden
Nugget e flash split the darkness.
The blast of a gun sounded—twice.
1 Lee Chiswick caught at the pom-
rtyel of his saddle, at the same time
dragging a revolver into sight. Ruth
Van forward and slipped an arm
around hta waist.
"Get back, girl!” be shouted with
an oath.
A man came swiftly, weapon in
hand. From tHa end of the barrel
• taint trickle of smoke drifted. The
man waa Jeff Gray.
Ruth clung to her father, her body
between him and the runner.
“Don’t you dare I” she cried wild-
ly. “You murdererl”
Gray stopped abruptly, and thrust
bis gun back into the bolster.
"You don’t think ..." he began.
"Lemme go, you little fool," Chis-
wick cried, struggling to free hta
arms.
Two more guns roared. Dan
Brand and Curly Connor had come
into action against the crook-nosed
man.
Gray dodged behind the horses,
crossed the street at a zigzag run,
hta body low and crouched, and
snatched up the trailing reins of hta
rangy roan. Without touching the
stirrups, he vaulted into the saddle.
Kit gathing whirled st a touch, rta-
.1 - . - . . i
ing to its hind legs. A moment
later the rider went racing down
the street, lying low on the saddle.
Bullets whizzed past him. He did
not stop. Horse and man vanished
into the night.
CHAPTER III
In an incredibly short time after
the firing had ceased a crowd of
milling men surrounded the Chis-
wicka.
All the color had washed out of
Ruth’s face. Her arm atlll support-
ed the wounded cattleman.
‘Someone get a doctor," aha
begged.
“No doc in town,” Mile High an-
swered. ’Til ride to Tough Nut for
one if you like. Miss.”
Lee drew a hand across the back
of hta neck and looked at the atain.
Creased me,” he said. "Must have
knocked me dizzy with the shock.
No more than skin deep.”
From the outakirt of the press
Morgan Norrta asked a question.
Who did it?"
"That sorreltop stranger," an-
swered Curly. “Open out a way,
boys, and tat Mr. Chiswick through.
Better get him into the Golden Nug-
get."
"I’ll go into Sanger's," Chiswick
said. "No use making a fuss. I'm
not hurt."
The broad shoulders of Dan Brand
opened a path.
Are you aura it’s ... not
paln from the grip on her
fiesb was
rknis. Father?" Ruth asked, ae soon
as they had reached the Store.
"Sure," Lee replied curtly. “Just
a scratch. Get me water, a clean
towel, and some linen to tie up my
neck, Yell,” he ordered,
Sherman Howard came into the
•tore aa Ruth was tying a hand-
kerchief around har father's neck to
hold the bandage tn place.
He said suavely: "I wouldn't have
had this happen for a thousand dol-
lar*, Lae. I’ve got men out on the
trail after this skunk, and if they
cetch him ws'U sure string him to a
cottonwood."
"Why, the scalawag ate supper
with us not 19 minutes ago," Brand
burst out indignantly. "Soon as I
see him I knew he was a bad
hombre, but 1 didn't figure on him
pulling any such a thing aa that."
"Hadn’t been for Mtas Chiswick
the fellow would have finished the
job,” Curly cried with enthusiasm.
"I never saw anything like the way
ah* stood between him and har fa-
ther. He couldn't get in another
•hot."
‘You and Dan drove him off, Mr.j
Connor," Ruth said blushing.
"I certainly owe you thanks for
your help," Chiswick said to Curly.
His bullet had knocked me silly
and I couldn't do much for myself."
"Yore gun came out mighty swift,
sir. I noticed that. Maybe if you
hadn't been dated you might have
done better than Dan and me. We
both missed clean, I reckon."
"Didn't have time to gel eet,”
apologized Brand. "Ha was moving
mighty fast.”
"And still ta," Curly added with a
grin.
"We'll hit the trail,” Chiswick told
tiie foreman. "Might bring the
horses across to the door.”
"Do you think you’re able to trav-
el?" his daughter asked, with a
worried frown.
"Why not wait till morning, Lee?"
Howard said. "You’ll be more com-
fortable at Ms Presnall *. Better
play safe.”
“You think soma yellow coyote
will take a crack at me?” the L C
owner asked bluntly, hta hard gaze
on Howard.
"No. I think you may be hurt
worse than you figure. If you’re set
on going, Curly will ride with you
till you are clear of town, ? reckon."
"Sure I will.” assented Curly.
"Mighty glad to do that. Though
you'ra perfectly safe from that kill-
er, I would say."
"You can’t ride beside me, young
fellow,” Chiswick told him. "But I’ll
take your proposition up and ask
you to go along with my daughter
till we get out of this town. You
and Dan will flank her. I’ll ride in
front alone If there is another mur-
derer wants to get me, here ta his
chance."
At the edge of the village. Chis-
wick pulled up, thanked Curly, and
sent the young man back. A quar-
ter of a mile farther on he took a
hill trail.
“It'i five miles farther home this
way. Father,” Ruth said. "And a
rough trail for night travel. With
your wound—"
"I keep telling you I haven't any
wound,” he exclaimed. "We’re go-
iifg this way because it’s safer.
They’ll think wa will travel by the
main road. If a trap hat been laid,
we'll mtas it."
"Something in that,” Brand
•greed. “I don’t reckon anybody ta
laying for us, but no need to take a
chance."
A crowing cock was proclaiming
the advent of dawn whan they
reached the L C ranch.
Ruth poured her father another
cup of coffee. He took it absent-
mindedly, hta eyas on a paper to
hta hand.
"Reckon I bettor put the data to,"
be said aloud, to himself.
The paper waa a bill of sale. It
"This ta to certify I have this day
sold to Barclay Broderick one hun-
dred and eighty (180) yearling heif-
ers branded L C, Lazy D, and J-M.
and I guarantee peaceable posses-
sion of same. Lee Chiswick.”
Hta daughter watched him, wait-
ing for a favorable moment, It was
the second morning after their re-
turn to the ranch, and she had
made up her mind to confess now.
She was nervous, for she was not at
all sure what he might do. Thta was
going to be a blow for him. Why
had she been such a fool?
"Something to tell you, Father,"
•he said.
With a pencil he wrote the date
on the bill of sale. “That ought to
be about the thing.” He looked up.
"Yes?"
Small gleaming teeth, strong and
even, bit into her upper lip. "Can
we go into your office?" she asked
He finished the coffee. Ruth fol-
lowed him. In the movement of
her fluent body was a fine animal
vigor. She shut the door of the lit-
tle room after they had entered.
Ruth swallowed a lump to har
throat and plunged. "When I went
to Tail Holt I didn’t know you had
gone there, Father," she began.
"Didn’t?” Chiswick's eyes came
to attention. "Then why did you
go?”
“I was running away to get mar-
ried."
He stared at her. "Who with?”
“With Lou Howard.” Her eyea
clung to hta steadily. She held her
head up, defiant even to her hu-
mility,
He was too surprised and shocked
to say anything at first.
"It wasn't hta fault a* much as it
was mine,” she went on. "I was a
crazy foot. You told me to have
nothing to do with him—never to
speak to him. You threatened me.
I like him, end I resented having
you dictate to me. We met secret-
ly. I thought I was in love with
him and slipped away to Tail Holt.
We were going to be married
there."
"One of those cursed Howards!"
Lee was still too shaken to explode
“On the way I found out I didn't
care for him so much,” Ruth con-
tinued. “But I was ashamed to
turn back then. When that drunken
man who was lulled later came into
Sanger's he—Lou Howard, I mean—
didn’t behave well. He waa fright-
ened and forgot ail about me. He
jumped over the counter and hid.
Afterward I told him I was through
—that I never wanted to see him
again.”
“You didn’t marry him?” the cat-
tleman said thickly.
“No. I wasn’t crazy any longer.”
He seized her by the shoulders,
his strong fingers biting into the
flesh savagely “Girl, what mere
have you to tell me?” he demanded.
The color poured into her cheeks,
but the eyes of the girl did not
yield an iota to the fierce inquiry in
his. "Nothing. Nothing at all."
■ ‘‘You weren't—”
He didn't finish hta question, nor
was that necessary.
"Never!" she ertad.
The pain from the grip on her
flesh was intense, but she did not
wince.
He drew a long breath and flung
her from him.
■ ‘ My own daughter throw* down
on me and joins the pack of wolves
tearing me down," he said bitterly.
Ruth understood exactly how he
felt. She had always shared hta
reeentment at Sherman Howard’s
active hostility, but she had never
understood the reason for her fa-
ther’s Implacable hatred of the man.
There was, she guessed, something
hidden in the buried past to account
for it.
"I’m aorry, Father Of course It
doesn’t do any good to say that, but
I’d give anything if I hadn’t dona
it."
“You threw him overboare—quit
of your own accord? He didn’t jilt
you?” Lee asked harshly.
"No. He begged me to go on with
it—eeid folks would give him the
laugh. I’m the one to blame all the
way through. I’m a flirt—and fickle.
There must be something . . , rot-
ten .. . about me. I suppose tt’s
too late to whip it out of me."
Ruth did herself less than justice.
She had been willful, and she had
flirted in an innocent way, but she
was far from fickle. A few boys
had plunged fathoms deep in love
with her, but it had been good for
their education. Ruth was as clean
as the windswept hills, and there
was in her a deep loyalty.
Hopelessly he threw out a hand.
"My own fault, I reckon. I spoiled
you—let you run hog wild—gave you
your own way. If I’d used a quirt
on you, it might have been better "
Ruth knew why he had been so
indulgent. She reminded him of the
young wife he had lost two or three
years after her birth.
“1 took advantage of your good-
ness to me," Ruth agreed.
' “Your brothers are boys I’m
proud of—fine steady young fellows
who will do to ride the river with.
I know they will be with me long as
they can stand and fight. And I
thought I could depend on you too,
even if you are a wild colt. I didn’t
figure you'd walk out on me to join
my worst enemy."
“I didn’t do that, Father," she
denied. "I would always be on
your side."
"Trouble ta you’re a lump erf con-
ceit. You figure wrong makes right
if you say so. Girl, you’re laying
up trouble for yourself unless you
change your ways, and trouble for
anyone fond of yod. You’d ought to
go down on your knee* and thank
God you didn’t marry thta scoun-
drel. You would have paid for it
all your life.”
Ruth knew thta was true, and ad-
mitted it.
“I’m ashamed of myself,” she
said with unwonted gentleness.
Chiswick looked at her. started to
apeak, then turned on hta heel
abruptly and strode out of the room.
Ruth knew why he left. Her atti-
tude lapped at hta resentment and
weakened it. He did not want to
forgive her yet, not while the pas-
sionate abhorrence of what she had
done was still hot in him.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
After II years of intensive study,
the sardine has been characterized
by the California State Fisheries
laboratory a* being a veritable hobo
of the tea. writes a San Francisco
United Press correspondent.
Its wanderings, in fact, arc so
great that the fish threatens to
involve international complications
with Japan, Mexico and possibly
other countries.
The system which the state lab-
oratory employed has been to catch
sardines, tag them and then keep
records of where they eventually
were caught again.
This hat been made necessary
by the controversy of whether the
sardines caught off the Japanese,
Mexican and Russian coasts were
California sardines or whether the
various sections of the seas hsrbor
distinct sardine populations of their
own. All evidence to date indicates
that the sardine ta a migratory fish.
According to the first report pre-
pared by laboratory officials after
checking for K years the sue, ma
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• A General Quiz
1. How many watts in the bulb
on top of the Edison Memorial tow-
er?
2. Do animals grow during hi-
bernation?
3. What ta the average per cap-
ita savings of inhabitants in the
United States?
4. Does all ica float?
9. What per cent of persona en-
rolled in schools attend public in-
stitutions?
8. What is tha difference be-
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The Answers
1. The bulb ta of 9,200 watts, and
ta 14 feet high.
2. They do not grow. All body
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3. In the year ended June 30,
1937, it was $191.
4. Ice that sank resulted when
Harvard scientist* recently froze
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pounds to the square inch. Or-
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5. Approximately 00 per cent of
all persons enrolled in school pi to
public educational institutions and
10 per cent of them go to private
schools.
8. The difference is not in the
tea plant but in the processing
method. The leaves selected for
black teas undergo a fermentation
which changes their color and
flavor. Leaves for green tea ara
dried without being fermented.
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Sardines Characterized at Hobos of
the Sea; They Travel Long Distance*
CHEW LONG BILL NAVY TOBACCO TQ
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turity, spawning grounds, anatom-
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attached to them, the sardines in-
habiting the coast from Lower Cali-
fornia to Canada are one homogene-
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It haa been developed further that
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const of Southern California and
Lower California. The young re-
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for a while, then they get the trav-
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swim.
The hobo instinct then develops
as they grow in size. At first they
are only able to get ns far as Cen-
tral Californian waters, returning
the following spring to the spawn-
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