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Do suffer from MONTHLY v~th ~s weak, thud fee~p ? If functional periodio disturbances make you feel nervous, tired, restless-- at such times--try this 8teat medicine --Lydl~ E. Ptnklmm's Vegetable Com- pOund to relieve such symptoms.Taken regularly~it helps bull(l uD resistance ~euch distress. Also a, 8"rand ~msomc~ma~mc t~ulo. Follow l~bel c~ecuo~s. And Your Strength ami Energy Is Below Pine It may be ~tmed by disorder of ldd- eey function that permits pol~onotm waste to accumulate. For truly many people feel tired, weak and miserable When the kidneys fail to remove exee~ ne.ld~ and other waste matter from thO blood. and wosked up to a full range-wreck- ing war, with the killing of an oc- casional cowboy in what is known as "a fair shoobout" in some places, as yet. Then finally a kid cowboy came along, after the Rowntrees had Iost about everything they had, and the Rowntrees gave him a job. For a little while things seemed to change; that one cowboy almost reversed the whole course of the war. He had the Cottons so well backed up that R looked as if the Cottons, and not the Rowntrees, were going to be driven out of the valley. Cherry told all this earnestly, with slow-worded strength.of effect. " he name of this cowboy," Cher- ry said at the end oi it, "was Monte Jarrad." "I kind of thought," Melody said, "it was going to be him.'" In spite of Monte 3arrad's amaz- Ing rally, Cherry went on to say, the end of the war had been very bad. The Cottons swarmed down one night with more than forty men. Some of them made pretense that it was an Apache raid, but they turned out to be Cottons when they were dead. They laid siege, intent upon wiping out the Bowntree once and for all, in a single night. 01d New- ton Rowntree and his wife had only a couple of cowboys there, besides Monte 3arrad, but they fought well, from behind the walls. One Of the cowboys was killed first. Then Newton Rowntree was hit; Cherry showed Melody the angle of the wall where he went down. He was shot in the throat, she said, and bled to death in his wife's arms. Mrs. Rowntree took up his rifle then. Cherry pointed out the window ledge where her ~ead had laid as she died. Monte and an old cowboy called Da- vy kept on fighting most of the night, until the fires were set. "So that's why Monte Jarrad is an outlaw now," she finished, snut. fling a little. "Old Man Cotton had got himself made sheriff the day before the raid. So now every law in the world is against Monte Jar- tad, and always will be. And the southwest won't be satisfied until he's dead." "You talk good," Melody said with Monte's eyes snapped back to her "Tou uy /--He--" face. "I reckon he isn't going to for him. So now be's dry-gulehed prove much, after he's dead." and through. It wasn't your fault. "They--they aren't going to---" You didn't mean to draw the posse "I should judge they'll bring the in. did. I've been trying to body in. But if they don't, you've make you lead the posse away still got to make sure they bury again. But you bucked me down." him as me." "You'd do Just about anythin~ for that belly-grinner, wouldn't you," Melody said, out of h/s dejection. Cherry snapped out of it; she low- ered her voice. "I want you to know rm sorry I hauled you into this. You've been pretty hice about it, according to your' lights. And this is goodbye." She put her arms about his neck, his bead down, and kissed him. Melody made no move for a moment. Then he awkwardly took off his hat, and took her in his arms. respect. "I've heard lies to trip a bull. I've heard lies that paid off pounds, and Harry Henshaw looked }M~ger than a hundred dollars. But a little bit as though he were look. Cherry was staring at him as if she couldn't believe her ears. She managed a shaky flare-up. "Noth- ing like this Is going to happen| Even if they should catch him--" Monte chuckled, but it hurt his side, and he finished straight-faced. "All he better hope is that there's a tree handy, so they don't have to hang him:by draggin' him." "I don't believe you," Cherry said again. He could hardly hear her this time. "This is the break in the luck," Monte said; "and it's you that done "Well, goodbye," he said; and klssed it, honey. I got plans for burnln' her again, this country to the ground, once I "Listen," she said, still in his arms. "I don't want you to think I brought you here to ask you to help Monte." "Well, goodbye," Melody said again, but tl~s time she ducked. "I want you to know," she whis- pered desperately, "that I'm not asking you to help Monte. Nothing was farther from what I meant." "Oh?" "Such a thing never entered my head." ,Melody released her, slowly. '~hen why," he asked her, "have you got Monte's saddle here in the buckboard, under that there blan- ket?" Cherry gasped. "I--I didn't know it was there," she faltered. "I'd of thought," Melody said, "you might of noticed it, while you was tying that sack of flour to it, Just before we left." Cherry's eyes dropped. "I don't know why I lie to you," she said after a pause. "Neither do I." He swung down off the buckboard. "Hold them broom-tails a minute." He went to the tall of the buck. board, and unsaddled Harry Hen. shaw. Then he got Monte Jarrad's great silver-mounted saddle from the buckboard where it was hidden, and swung it aboard Harry. Monte's saddle weighed better than sixty get in the clearI" Cherry sat perfectly still, as it she were hypnotized; she seemed to have lost any ability to move or speak. Monte started to bend in the sad- die; he meant to kiss her. B~t his wound stopped him as ff he were caught with a fishhook. "rm heed- in' south for the border," he told her; "I'll send for you as soon as your job here is done." He forced one more grin, then lifted his reins and followed Avery, his pony at a running walk. As he swung down in Paynevflle's Court street, Melody Jones took one more look at the low sky beyond the town. A haze to the southwest might or might not be the dust of the posse coming in. He could not tell how far away it was, but he that what time he had would be none too much. Melody crossed the boardwalk and went into the Last Chance bar, walk. ing with such slow, light steps that the spur-irons hardly whispered at his heels. He had pulled the buck- skin glove from hls right hand and stack it in his belt as he supposed Monte Jarrad might do in walking into uncertainties. His knees were stiff as boards, but his face was as blank as could have been wished by Unsmiling Jones. His intent watch- fulness had left it empty, except for the restless switch of hia eyes. 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