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IHE OSHAWA DAILY TIMES, FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 22, 1929 PAGE FIVE 4 'New York, N, Y., Feb. 22.-- The 'maritime 'and marine insurance sommitte:s of the merchants asso- clations of New York, announced the re*omendations they have pre- red for the United States delega- 'tion at tho international conference "on safety of life at sea, to open in 'London on April 16. The recommendations include: International agreements tg em- phasize the importance in ship con- Q | struction of greater. factors of safe- tyatimeas > one co 5 ore consideration of the num- ber and proportion of compartments which ean be flooded and still per- mit the ship to float, Consideration of adequate fire stops "bulkheads on both cargo and passenger ships. A thorough study of the revising of the regulations covering life- boats and life rafts. Uniform regulations for testing all life-saving apparatus aboard ships. : A study to determine and bring into ute the best type of life belt. Frequent inspection of all fire extin~uishing apparatus and official recording of such inspection in the shp's log. FIFTH INSTALMENT WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE Buck Duane, quick on the draw, kills Cal Bain in self-defence and finds himself an outlaw. Flying © from pursuit, he meets Luke Stevens, another outlaw, and the two become pals. Luke marrow- iy encapen capture and Duane fis shocked to find his brother out- law severely wounded. Duane buries Stevens. Then he goes on to Bland's camp, where 10 gets Into a fight with a man called Bosomer and wounds the latter. He makes a friend of an outlaw at Bland's called Buchre, who tells him of Mrs, Bland and the girl Jennie. Duane meets Jennie, and prom- ines to try his utmost to get her away from Bland's camp. To gvert m, it In pk d that he pretend to care for Mrs, Bland. Buchre introduces him to the lat ter and he engages in conver sation with her, Buck plays the game, making Mrs. Bland think ke loves her. To avert Bland's suspicion, Mrs, Bland pretends to her hushand that Buck has come to visit Jen- nie. Bland urges Buck to hecome a vem ber of his |] wang. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Accounting for the short cut ac- 'oss grove and feld, it was about five minutes' walk up to Bland's house To Duane it seemed long in time and distance, and he had dif- ficulty in restraining his pace. As ho walked there came a grad- ual and subtle change in his feel- ings. - Again he was going out to meet in conflict, He could have avoided this meeting. But despite the fact of his courting the en- counter, he had not as yet felt that that, inexplicable explusion of blood, The motive of this deadly action was not personal, and some- how that made a difference, No outlaws were in sight, He saw several Mexican herders with cattle. Blue columns of smoke curled up over some of the cabins. The fragrant smell of it reminded Duane of his home--that he used to cut the wood for the stove, He noted a cloud of creamy mist ris- ing above the river, dissolving in 'he sunlight Then he entered Bland's lane. While yet some distance from he cabin he heard loud, angry voices of man and woman. Bland nd Kate still quarreling! He took 1 quick survey of the surroundings, There was now not even a Mexican in sight. Then he hurried a little, Half-way down the lane he turn- ed his head to peer through the sotton-woods, This time he saw Buchre coming with the horses, "LAST of By ZANE GR 7. Diusirated by Verne ©. Chiru. in the lane. ' Bland 'bounded to the door. she turned back her amaze was changed to. re- alization. "Where're you taking Jen?" she cried, her voice like a man's. "Get out of my way!" replied Duane. His look, perhaps, with- out speech, was enough for her. In an Instant she was transformed into a fury, "You hound! All the time you were fooling me You made love to me! You let me belleve--you swore you loved me! Now .I see what was queer about you! All for that slut! But you can't have her. You'll never leave here alive! Give me that girl! Let me get at her! She'll never win any more men in this camp!" She was a heavy, powerful wom- an, and it took all Duane's strength to ward off her onslaughts. She clawed at Jennie over his upheld arm. Every second her fury In- creased. ""Help!, Help! Help!" she shriek- trated to the remotest cabin in the valley. "Let go! Let go!" cried Duane, low and sharp. He still held his gun in his right hand, and it be- gan to ba hard for him to ward the woman off. His coolness had gone with her shriek for help. her fiercely, Suddenly she snatched a rifle off the wall and backed away, her strong hands fumbling at th@ lever. As she jerked it down, throwing a shell into the chamber and cocking the weapon, Duane leaped upon her. He struck up the rifle as it went off, the powder burning his Get on a run out! low and "Jennie, still horee!" he said, sharp. Jennie flashad out of the door. With an iron grasp Duane held to the rifle-barrel, He had grasp- ed it with his left hand, and he gave such a powerful pull that 'he swung the woman off the floor. But he could not loose her grip. She was as st \'g as he, "Kate! Let go!" He tried to intimidate her. She did not see his gun thrust in her face, or reason had given way to such an extent to passion that she d'd not care, She cursed. Her hus- band had used the same curses, and from her lips they seemed strange, unsexed, more deadly. Like a tigress she fought him, Her face no longer resembled 8 woman's. The evil of that outlaw lite, the wildness and rage, the meaning kill was, even in sul Chere was no indicatirn that the old outlaw m'ght lose his nerve at rhe end. Duane had feared this, Duane now changed his walk to v leisurely saunter. He reached he porch and then distinguished what was said Inside the cabin, "If you do--Bland, by Heaven, I'll fix you and her!" That was nanted out in Kate Bland's full voice, "Let me loose! I'm going In there, I tell you!" replied Bland hoarsely. "What for?" "I want to make a little love to her. Ha-ha! It'll be fun to have be laugh on her new lover." "You lle!" eried Kate Bland. "Let me go!" His voice grew hoarse with passion, "No, no! I won't let you go! You'll choke the--truth out of her! you'll kill her." a moment, terribly impressed upon uane, D He heard a cry from outside--a 's cry, hoarse and alarming. gid bim think of 10ss of time, This demen of & woman might yet block his plan, "Let go!" he whispered and felt his lips stiff, In the grimness of that instant he relaxed his hold on the rifle barrel, dha With a sndden, redoubled, 1r- resistible strength, she wrenched the rifle down and discharged it. Duane feit 8 blow--a shogk--then a burning agony tearing through his breast. He staggered back- ward, almost falling. The WOmMBD'S| yoy soins arrested, hide, but a man must live, mind about me, Jennie," strong hands, awkward from pas- sion, again fumbled a* the lever of the gun. He caught the rifle-barrel this time in his right hand, and breast far enough down to him 'grave apprehension of his life. Little pain attended the and no sense of weakness yet. The clean-cut bullet-hole bled freely both at its entrance and where it had come, but with no signa of hemorrhage. the mouth; however, he began to cough up a reddish tinged foam, away," he said with gladness, be well in a few days, know how strong I am. hide by day and travel by night, I face, can get yon across the river," er, brakes, among respectable people, outlaw," terrible men? gentleness that's good ahout you! don't, don't go!" at least Bland's band. alone, say on the border, Wiat' else can I do, Jennie?" e DUANES aware of two things---the hand he instinctively placed to his breast still held his gun--and he had sus- tained a terrible wound. He had been shot through the give injury, He did not bleed at Jennie, with pale face and mute Mps looked at him, "I'm badly hurt, Jennie," he sald; "but I guess I'l stick it out." "The woman -- did she shoot you?" "Yes. She was a devil, Euchre told me to look out for her, 1 wasn't quick enomgh." "You didn't have to--to--" shivered the girl, "My God, no!" he replied, They did not stop climbing while ed in a voice that must have pene- Duane tore a scarf and made com presses, which he hound over his wounds. The fresh hors: made fast time up the rough tra! From open places Duane down, tightly looker When they surmounted the stee; E ascent and stood on top of the Let | Rim-Rock, with no signs of pur go!" he repeated, and he shoved mit down the valley, and with the wild, them, and assured her had every chance of escape. broken fastnesses befors Duane turned to the gir that they now "Jennie, we're going to ge! ri You don't We'll "And then?" she asked. "we'll find some honest ranch- "And then?" she persisted. "Why -- " he began slowly. "That's as far as my thought ever got. to assure myself of so much, It means your safety. your story. village or town and taken care of until a relative or friend is not! fled." It was pretty hard, I tell you Youll tell You'll be sent to som' "And you?" she inquired in » strange voice, Duane kept silence, "What will you do?" she went "Jennle, Tl go back to the I daren't show my face I'm ar "You're mo eriminal!" she de clared with deep passion, "Jennie, on this border the littl difference between an outlaw anc a criminal doesn't much," count foi "You won't go back among thos You, with you and sweetness --- a. Oh, Duan: "Il can't go back to the outlaws No, I'll g« I'll lone wolt it, as the. "Oh, I don't know, Couldnt you hide? Couldn't you slip out of Texas--go far away?" "I could never get out of Texas I could Never "Duane, if ever I'm safe out of again, this awful country," she cried, "I'll go to the Governor, I'll tell him GREAT Hosiery Values Again On Saturday SUPERSILK, Full Fashioned Substandards. Reg. $1.95 for. TRUSILK Pure Thread Silk. Sub- standards. Reg. $1.00 for ..... PURITAN MAID Silk and Wool Hose. Regular $1.00 for WOMEN'S FINE LISLE HOSE. 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Two governments have had his case under consideration at wvar- fous times since his arrest here in May, 1927, on a charge of illegally riding trains. Believed to be alien. Fe spent 318 davs in fall Bere rather than reveal his native and. an | New Reduced Prices on Kepler's Malt and Cod Liver Oil NEW PRICES Small Sie i wm 95¢ fea SLY0 ew 8200 2 S150 THE IDEAL AFTER "FLU" TONIC Karns Drug Store Opposite Post Office "Phone 378 Wi OLD PRICES Small = Perhaps it was the pulled. She Pi over a chair and ¢ own, Duane leaped back, whirled, flew out of the door 'n the porch. The sharp cracking. of 4 gun haltad bim. He saw Jenn'e holding to the bridle of his bay horse. Euchre sat astride the other and be had a Colt leveled, and he was firing down the lane. Then cam: a single shot, heavier; and Euchre's ceased. He fell front the horse. A swiftly shifted gaze showed to Duane a man coming down the your story. I'll tell him mine. I'll get you pardoned." As he looked down mnpon her, a slight slender girl with bedraggled dress and disheveled hair, her face pale and quiet, a little stern in sleep, and her long, dark lashes lying on her cheeks, he seemed to see her fragility, her prettiness, ber femininity as never before. But for him she might at that very moment have been a broken, ruin- ed girl, lying back in that cabin of the Blandse, Tomorrow she would be gone, among good kind people, with a "The truth!" gritted Bland. "Yes, I lied. Jen lied. But she lied to save you. You needn't ~murder her--for that." Bland cursed horribly. 'Then followed a wrestling sound of bodies in violent straining contact --the scrape of feet--the jangle of spurs--a crash of sliding table or chair, and theft the cry of a wom- an in pain, Duane stepped into the Open door--inside the room. Kate Band lay half across a table, where she had been flung, and she was try-'lape. Chess Alloway! His gun ing to get to her feet. ~ Bland's was smoking. He broke into a back was turned. He had opened [run. Then, in sn instant he saw possibility of finding her relatives. the door into Jennie's room and Duane, tried to check his pace a8). "oy veg God for that; never- nad one foot mcross the threshold. |he swung up his arm. But that]... ." "oors a pang. Duane caught the girl's low, shud- slight pause was fatal. She slept more than half the dering ery. Duane shot, and Alloway was|.. pion, kept gusrd, always . "Good morning;" he called, loud [falling when his gun went off. His alert, whether' he was sitting, ind clear. bullet whistled close to Duape and standing, or walking. The rain With ecatlike swiftness B!and [thudded into the cabin. pattered steadily on the roof snd wheeled--then froze on the thres-| Duane bounded down to the sometimes came in gusty flurries hold. His s'ght, quick as his sc- horses. Jennie was trying to hold through the door. The horses were tion, earzht Duane's menacing, un- the plunging bay. Euchre lay flat outside In a shed that .afforded mistakable position on his back, dead, a bullet-bole In poor shelter, and 'they stampe Bland's big frame filed the door. | his shirt, bis face set hard, and[POSt SUUter BOC CRY om sed. fle was in a bad place to reach for his hands twisted around gun and) 5 004' prided, his gun But he would not bave bridle, (To be continued to-morrsw) bad time to step. Duane read in| *"Jennle, you've nerve all right," . his eyes the desperate calculation cried Duane as he dragged down TA of chances. For a fleeting instant the horse she was holding. "Up| BEGIN THE SPRING Bland shifted his gaze to his wife, {with you now. There! Never mind SEASON RIGHT Spain / There's the concentrated goodness of prime, lean beef in 0X0. Nowonder it gives soups and graviessuch added flavour and enlivens casseroles and left-overs so delightfully! (Try it for that last professional touch that' makes good cooking better. 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