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WT TT ai here & Same down to Hays and a five knows a Stud. Hays wins and SYNOPSIS. entering the giown of Green I. Happy, you're elected cook. Rest of us 77, ng on the cheating. accuses him ® in and Informs Hays that he saw slip an ace from the bottom of the Stud turns his wrath t. Jim and gun-play is imminent. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY. Stud's lean, dark, little hands lift- ed quiveringly from the table. "Don't draw!" yelled Wall, and beat me to a gun." "Hell--you say," panted Stud. But that ringing taunt had cut the force of his purpose. "You've got a gun 'in each inside vest pocket," said Wall, contemptu- ously. The gambler let his hands relax and slide off the table. Stud shuffled to his feet, malig- nant and beaten for the moment. "Hays, you an' me are even," he "But I'll meet your néw pard some other time and then said, gruffly. there'll be a show-down." "Shore, Stud. No hard feeling. on my side," drawled Hays. The little gambler stalked to the bar, drank and left the-saloon, Hank Hays turned round. "Jim, thet feller did have two guns inside his vest. I never saw them, He--would till you gave it away. have killed me," "I think he would, Hays," returned Wall. tion." "You were sitting bad for ac "Right you are, Jim, and I'm much to know obliged to you somethin'." "What's that?" "Did you bluff him?" "Hardly. I"*had him figured. was a pretty good bet he wouldn' I'd like try to draw. But if he had made a move--" "Ahuh. He's killed--" "Bah!" cut in Wall, good-humored- ly. "Men who can handle guns don't pack them that way." Presently they bade Red good night and went outside. "Where you sleepin'?"' asked Hays. "Left my pack in the stall out back with my horse. What do we do to- morrow ?" "I was thinkin' of thet, We'll shake I reckon to- morrow we'd better stock up on every- thin' an' hit the trail for the Henrys." 'the dust of Green River. "Suits me," replied Wall. "Wal, then, good night. Breakfast here early," concluded Hays. A red sunrise greeted Wall upon his awakening. When, a little later, he presented himself at the back of Red's house for breakfast, he was to find Hays, Happy Jack and Brad Lin- coln ahead of him. They had breakfast. side. as you can get there. . come with me," The man doesn't live who can sit at a table It'd been all day with him. « « » This gambler Stud has a name out here for bein' swift on the draw. "Brad, you fetch your pack hosses round back," ordered the leader, when they got out- "Happy, you get yourself a hoss. Then meet us at the store quick « « Jim, you said Hays heartily. "Throw saddles an' packs, Turn the hosses loose. rustle somethin' to burn." Jim rambled far afield to collect an armload of dead stalks of cactus, grease-wood, sunflower; and dusk was mantling the desert when he bot back to camp. Happy Jack was whistling about a little fire; Hays knelt before chore, "Wal, I don't like store bread," Hays was saying. dough biscuits. . . . How about you, Jim?" "Me too. And I'd like some cake," replied Jim, droppipg his load. "Cake! Wal, listen to our new "hand. Jack, can you make cake?" "Sure. We got flour an' sugar an' milk. id you etch some eggs?" "Haw! Haw! , . : Thet reminds me, though. We'll get eggs over at Star Ranch. None of you ever seen such a ranch. Why, fellers, Herrick's bought every durn' hoss, burro, cow, steer, chicken in the whole country." "So you sa.d before," returned Lin- coln. "I'm sure curious to see this Englisher. Must have more money than brains." / "He hasn't got any sense. But Lordy, the money he's spent!" Jim sat down to rest and listen, "Queer deal--a rich Englishman hirin' men like us to run his outfit," pondered Lincoln, in a puzzled tone. "I don't understand it." "Wal, who does? I can't, thet's shore. But it's a fact, an' we're goin' to be so rick pronto thet we'll jest . | about kill each other." "More truth than fun in thet, Hank, old boy, an' don't you forget it," re- joined Lincoln. "How do you aim to get rich?" "Shore, I've no idee. Thet'll all come. I've got the step on Heeseman It} an' his pards." ' t "He'll be wimin' at precisely the same deal as you." "Shore. We'll have to kill Heese- man an' Progar, sooner or later. I'd like it sooner." "I don't like the deal," concluded Lincoln, forcibly. Presently they sat to their meal, and ate almost in silence, Darkness settled down. One by one they sought their beds, and' Wall was the last. Dawn found them up and doing. Wall fetched in some of the horses; Lincoln the others, By sunrise they were on the trail, which about mid- afternoon led down through high gravel banks to a wide stream bed, dry except in the middle of the sandy waste. "This here's the Muddy," announced Haye for Jim benefit. "Bad enough when the water's up. But nothin' to the Dirty Devil. Nothin' at' alll" "What's the Dirty Devil?" asked Jim. > "It's a river an' it's well named, you can gamble on that. We'll cross it tomorrow some time." Next camp was on higher ground above the Muddy. Here Hays and Lin- coln renewed their argument about the Herrick ranch deal. It proved what Wall had divined--this Brad Lincoln was ehrewd, cold, doubtful a pan of dough, which he was knead- | ing; Lincoln was busy at some camp!' "Give me sour-| Japanese contender for mnorth- south golf honors at Pinehurst, N.C. Fumitaka Konoye, son of the Japanese prince, is entered in the amateur championship. He at- tends school in New Jersey. roost down in thet country where never in Gawd's world could anybod: find us." » "Ha! An' when they did it'd be only our bleached bones," scoffed Lincoln. Thare never had been any love lost betwéen these two men, Jim conjec- tured. After supper Jim strolled away from camp, down to where the can- yon opened upon a nothingness of space and blackness and depth. The hour hung suspended between dusk aud night. He felt an overpowering sense of the immensity of this region of mountain, gorge, plain and butte. While Jim Wall meditated there in the gathebing darkness he was visited by an inexplicable reluctance to go on with this adventure. (To Be Continued.) ict fh tii Bonnie Lesley O saw ye bonnie Lesley As she gaed o'er the border? She's gane, like Alexander, To spread her conquests farther, To see her is to love her, And love hut her forever; For Nature made her what she Is, And never made anither! The Powers aboon will tent thee; Misfortune sha'na steer thee; Thou'rt like themselves saa lovely, That {11 they'll ne'er let near thee. Rturn again, fair Lesley, Return to Caledonie! That we may brag we hae a lass There's nane again sae bonnie. --Robert Burns, "Poems", and aggressive. Hays was not distin- guished for any cleverness. He was "Hays, I'm in need of some things," | merley an unscrupulous robber. These said Wall, Hays drew out a handfull of bills and pressed them "upon Wall. "Shore. Buy what outfit you need an' dont forget a lot of shells," re plied Hays, "If I don't miss my guess we'll have a smoky summér. Haw Haw! . ... Here's the store." A bright young feller, who looked to be the son of the proprietor, took A new saddle blan- choice, after which he bought horseshoes and nails, a hammer and file, articles he had Jong needed, and the lack of which After that he selected a complete new outfit of wear- ing apparel, a new tarpaulin, a blan- ket, rope, and wound up with a goodly supply of shells for his .45 revolver. Likewise he got some boxes of .44 charge of Wall, ket was Wall's first had made Bay lame. rifle shells. Half an hour later (he four men, driving five packed horses and two - unpacked, rode off behind the town across the flat toward the west. Com- ing to a road, Hays led on that for mile or so, and then branched off on a seldom-used trail. Foie Towards sunset they drew down to green intensified, and the eye of the rider could see the influence of Hays halted for camp at a swampy sedge plot where water oozed out and se was thick enough to hold the to be out again, boys," fore "dis men were going to clash. That was inevitable, Jim calculated. Early the next day Jim Wall had reason to be curious about the Dirty -| Devil River, for the descent into the deiles of desert to reach it was a most 1| remarkable one. The trail, now only a few dim old hoof tracks, wound tor- tuously down and down into deep can- yons. The tracks Hays was following failed and he got lost in a labyrinthine maze of deep dashes impossible to climb, and seemingly impossible to escape from. Lincoln got off his orse and went down the canyon, evidently searching for a place to climb up to the rimb manner and, mounting, called for the others to follow. "T hesr the river an' I'm makin' for it," said Linco. Jim had heard a faint, low mur- mur, which puzzled him, and which he Yad not recognized. They all fol- them into a narrow, high-walled can- water was muddy, but as it was shal- low the riders forded it without more mishap than a wetting. Still they were lost. There was nothing to do, however, but work up a side canyon, Hays led them to a camp-site that never could have been Feller's, I'll bet you so n, he mount above. He returned in an assertive| Cosmetic Manufacturer Says Jjowed Lincoln. Eventually he led| more in representing a good face to yon where ran the Dirty Devil. The 4 a "So he no longer argues that women haven't the mentality of men?" "No; that argument won't hold ¥ince so many women he meets wnake a monkey of him at bridge. -~ I Men Buying Powder Puffs Chicago.--Adam {is taking to the powder puff. That is on the authority of B. G. Breslauer of New York, a cos- metic manufacturer exhibiting at the 10th annual mid-west beauty trade show here, and it came out in discus- sing which--Adam or Eve--spent the the public. And the answer to that, summarized by Breslauer, was: In cluding his shaviig™ creams, hair tonics, pomades, razors, tooth paste, powder, hand and face lotions, Adam spends as much as Eve does for her face powder, rouge, lipstick, creams an 5 " Cosmetics sold across the retail counter this last year were estimated by 'Breslauer at between $15,000,000 and $20,000,000. $0 That's an increase of § per and live In that thin, fiercely cold air. "| through the fur lining of his leathern, = | danger did not come close until just cent. | kobe A a "Humans don't belong up here." This was the thought that came to Apollo] Soucek, navy pilot, six " above the eit) Washington, he was climbing toward a new record for height, writes Lauren Lyman in the N.Y, Times Magazine. 'He was above the path of the highest birds. No creature: dependent on its own natural endowment could breathe] He was above all semblance of clouds. Pressing in upon him, through the edges of electrically heated goggles, forming nobly, At 10,000 Hoodlike helmet, along the seams and | tests the oxygen, takes a tiny S19 from joints of his thick fying suit and| the tube already chil in thie solder sheepskin boots, came the cold--pun- afr. It is like a cocktail. He feels like ishing, persistent, resistless cold. It attacked the machine as well as the man. It congealed the grease around the friction parts of the con- trol surfaces. It bit into frame and wing 'and whirling propeller, doing strange things to steel and magnesium alloy, setting up mysterious changes --molecular, deep-buried, incalculable stirrings in the heart of the metal-- which cut short the span of its life and increased the hazard against the life of the man controlling the ma- chirfe as he advanced into this undis- covered realm of the air. The cold--85 degrees below zero-- eombined with the thinning air to at- tack the mghty engine. It drove through the heat. The engine faltered, coughing for life up there in the thin air, which grew thnner with each foot of climb. The wings gripped and slipped in this rarefied medium. The plane fell oft on one side, out of balance, and went down into a spin. Thé pilot, sluggish in mind and body, put his freezing lips to the oxygen tube, gain- ed a glimmer of reason and strength, righted the plane and started back again, to recever the height he had lost and perhaps add a few more feet. No--"humans don't belong up here." Yet into that same unknown region, that fringe between the warm blan- ket of air about the life-bearing earth | op,w¢ just to hold the stick and rud- and the much-talked-of stratosphere} gor. Time for more oxygen. His mind which really commences a little 1ess| soars; will and ambition return. Now than ten miles above the surface, the 30,000 feet. The pointer moves around Brith Beaton expaditon sow Set |auiwions rap a trie Toe lat pars ] . . e dial more slowly. e engine re- Ro the ere of seen Lonel ph ie mitre, sires Sib el ¥ e, touches the spark and al other explorers the," seek to push outfyis pody, ir help Bie allant a little further into the unknown. craft on. Failure in judgment, numbed Something hidden. Go and find it. | though it may be, means death; and « + + Lost, and waiting for you.. Go! - | failure of inanimate material brings It is perhaps the same urge thal ine ghadow of death close about the drives the small boy to the topmost| oypigrer, ~ slender branch of the tallest tree in han ris his neighborhood, tLat forces archi- nr tects and builders to create Empire Drops of Scotch Scotviimen who are angry at the State Buildings and Eiffel Towers and, after all, the very same urge that start- many jokes 'being cracked "at their expense" will be infuriated by ed men flying in the first place. The wonder of it all is that after a man has | ;/ 3 Scotch," described as "a volume of tt ted h igh > . attempted such a flight he 1s eager to the best Scotch jokes" just issped in England. There are nearly three hun- and the motor, gulping in great quan- tities through the hungry carburetor, tiny air turbine, whirling at the rate of 20,000 revolutions to the minute, scoop-in and compress the air the mo- tor responds and the climb quickens. Now the clouds are all below--Wwhite, cottony masses reflecting the sun with them catches the shadow of the plane and rings it in rainbow colors. Dimly, the filer sees the earth; brown fields and' green blend in the distance and become blue and purple, As the aviator climbs the earth, in- stead of being flat as it appears at first, becomes a great saucer, then a bowl, its sides keeping steadily on a level with the plane. Twenty thousand { at and a little oxygen. He finds himself intent on engine speed and sound, intent on'rate of climb and his gasoline supply. Through the clouds Le sees the "nd, and, fixing a point, he roughly gauges his drift. That is all he has to tell him about the winds. He hums some song of hangar or ward room. He wishes for a 'smoke, though not very much. Nothing mat- ters particularly. Everything is all right. Then, gradually, }* becomes an make another, no matter what happen- ed on his first. The Swiss sclentist, Auguste Pic card, twice entered the stratosphere by balloon in his studies of the elusive cosmic ray. Piccard used a sealed aluminum alloy sphere for a cabin, and, with air prurifiers 'and a supply of oxygen, was protected from both 1d and thin air. Yet when the gas valve of his balloon refused duty at 50,000 feet above the earth and there was no way for him to force a descent but to await the night and its cooling temperatures--which ' would contract the bag--he and his companion learn- ed the dangers of venturing beyond the beaten path. For long minutes the two men watched their alfometer, sta- tionary, as their air supply dwindled. Finally the big gas bag began to set- tle and they landed safely. if -uncom- fortably, on a glacier in the Tyrol. Yet a year later Piccard again went into the air--to 53,600 feet, 1,900 feet above hig previous record. This time and elsewhere:- They do say that a Scotchman mar- ried a half-witted girl because she was 50 per cent. off. % It was a MacTavish who sent his spats to the cobbler's.to be soled an heeled. : Sandy was feeling ill--very ill. He staggered off to find a doctor, At last a sign caught his eye--"J, M, Farrell, M.D." And below it was the legend: "First visit, one guinea. Subsequent visits, 10¢ 6d." 5 Into the office went Sandy, and with outstretched hand moaned: "Well, well, Dr. Farrell--Here I am again," "Why are you late this miorning, McNab?" "1 squeezed the toothpaste too hard, and it took me half an hour to get it k 3 + n before he landed. The clumsy metal back inthe tu ball missed the Adriatic Sea by a few yards. The Swiss scientist made a re- port on this second flight in which he summed up the areonautics part in three words: "Everything went well." The preparations for altitude flights are all alike, Care is exercised to see that the engine is as perfect as ma- chinery can be. Altitude instruments, techometers--for counting the engine revolutions--thermometers, oil gauges, are thoroughly tested; and every strut and wire is gone over with microscopic thoroughness. / The pilot carefully studies weather reports. o sdside A day is chosen when prospects for he Sound Sands sisting by the ped sige fair weather for miles around are of | *ANTINE 1S Wi TE the best. Mechanics start the motor; | and the pilot, wearing furlined gar ments from head to foot, as well as a X face mask and electrically heated gog- what gles, climbs stiffly in, * a parachute; . And every Scotch father insists that] his son sow his wild oats in the back yard, where they'll do some good. nr - morphine," commanded the Scotchman of the drug clerk. - "What do you want it fox?" asked the clerk, with proper caution. "Tuppence!" was the instant reply. "Your wife needs a change," said the doctor. - "Salt air will cure her." Don't forget the Scotsman who called up his sweetheart to find out night she was free. strapped to his"back. For many utes he listens to the engine, his train-| singing and decides to let the oxygen | alone until later. Now he switches on | p; his supercharger. The air is thinning} = needs all it can get. As the fins of this |p a blinding light. Noy. and then one of | drec prime examples fra' Aberdeen | "Give me a threepence-worth of| The next time the physician called} A military alliance, however, visaged, the Foreign Office an- ne ' Two French army officers, Colonel Edmond Mendras and Major A. Si- mon, will go to Moscow as military attaches and two Russians will Lb. av tached to the Soviet Embassy in Paris. eect Thirteen of Britain's diplomatic re- presentatives in other countries are Scots. Expecting a Baby? ~ Send for Bolin weljers" "FREE! ' There seems to be no safer way to end a headache--and there certainly. is no safer way--than to take two tablets of Aspirin, ' Forbes. ! "The strepgth of a mation is noi chalked up ox the boards of the Stock 'Exchange."--Alice Foote MacDougall "At least, we politicians are in t"¢ light where you can see us and shoot at us."--Lady Astor. oa © wmo sit by the wayside and smile at tion for ghosts.'--John Erskine. "Not battleships and poison gas, but "| only organized good-will can ever give the nations real security and cast out ~ tear.'--Harry Emerson Fosdick, "Care, caution and conservatism :.@ as ry in economics as in physi- cal health."--Adolph S. Ochs. : «1 fancy Lady Luck is good to eve'y one, only some people are dour, and | | when she gives them the come-hither with her eyes they look down or turn away and lift an eyebrow.'--William Allen Whita, : "Time adds-a lustre all its own Lo everything' it touches."--John Mase- fleld. "Law is the foundation stone of or- _ ganized society. the primary task of civilization."--Her- bert Hoover. "Men can put down th: mighty but only God can raise the humble." --G. | K. Chesterton. "This age may produce vetter air- | planes and better automobiles; it wilt not produce better art 8. literature cr music."--Ignace Paderew.kl, "The geat need of to-day is firm men | and decisi;e men who know what their course should be, bow to set it and, having set it, keep to it."--Benito Mus- solini, "At present we arc at . crisis in which one pafty is keeping the Bible in the clouds in the name of religion, and another is trying to get rid of % altogether in the name of sclence."-- Ge rge Bernard Shaw. "Good 'manners are not entirely, as people think, a matter of training. They are a matter of feeling."--Mrs. Franklin D. Roosevelt, "Liberty involves .ae right to be wrong.'--Nicholas Murray Butler. .° "When a man thinks Le has achieved success he proves himself a failure, for there is nothing that can- not be made better,"--Irving T, Bpsh. "Conceit, oddly enough, is common- est among very stupid people."--Bert- rand Russell. org "Pacts that are not irankly faced | have a bad habit of stabbing us in the a : | back."--Sir Harold. Bowden. "We must apply scientific method to the solution of the problems of human lyving.'--Aldous Huxley. "A public office is a .public trust. The whole art of government consists in being honest,"--John W. Davis. "The real trouble with us is not 4 economic but moral and spiritual."-- Bshop William T, Manning. money goes back to work."--Bernard © M, Baruch. ! ei "War is low and despicable and I had rather be smitten to shreds thaa 'participate in such doings."--Albert Einstein. DG » -------- Motor Boom in England . ide his tools on Saturday, April 1, ti 5 greatest week in the British pro= duction and sale of ears 'n history: came to an end--in six days 6,000 ve- hicles had been produced, and cars val- ved at £1,400,000 had been sold In commenting sa Hee figares The Daily. Express of London sa "The motor Bri in the whole of its history, . bei roduces by the British n its last peak by the board industry the enthusiasm of others is an occupa: Its enforcement is "Men cannot go back to work until When the last workmaa in the * | British automobile industry, lad laid