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/ / I1|1 LASSIF! DEPARTMENT Persons now engaged in essentJs] industry will not apply without state- ment o! availability from their local United States Employment Service. HELP WANTED--MEN WANTED---Chevrolet and Olds shop fore- man and mechanic. Also one body repair- man. Have well equipped shop. Good wages, permanent jobs. Located in the best fish and game country in the West. Write Lain Chevrolet Co Harlowton, mon~. HELP WANTED--MEN, WOMEN HIGH SCHOOL TEACHERS WANTED ~latural science including agriculture, mathematics, commercial. Apply to Supt. ALBERT PETERSON, Cavalier, N. D. HOUSEKEEPER ON FARM 1 adult. FRANK ALMICH, Rt. 2, Gaylord. Minn, BUSINESS & INVEST. OPPOR. GROCERY, MEAT MARKET & LOCKER, located Calamus, Iowa. Norwegian settle- ment. Good business. $12,000 will handle. C. W. SWIGER, Owner. FARM MACHINERY & EQUIP. lzARMERS: For L~m~er--',RoofingL--Stl s - Shingle s---Paint s--l~ aus, e~t~ sereO CHESLEY LUMBER & ~u~b ~ - . ]Fargo, N.D. Just East rowers ~oL ~. FARMS AND RANCHES SOME VERY FINE FARMS can be sold on crop payment plan. Buy now and get this year's crop, move on this fall. FARGO INVESTMENT CO. Merchants Bank Bldg. Fargo. FOR 8ALE--200-acre farm 51/2 miles south- west of Wadena, Minnesota.Good soil, level, practically all under cultivation, good buildings, new shingles houseand barn. Three wells, one In Darn. ~z=cs~ through pasture. Cash deal. P. LIBOWSKI, Carrington, North Dakota. LIVESTOCK For S~le--l~eg. Black Angus bulls of breed- InS age and younfer. Also heifers, cows. Accredited for T. B. and Bangs. Max uot~ berg,% Farmers Elevator. Moorbead. Minn. WANTED--Old, wild, or blemished horses for fur farm slaughter. Also have spotted Stallions and Jacks to sell. Shetland Ponies bought and sold. THE ELDER HORSE CO Jamestown. N. Dak. FOR SALE---REGISTERED Brown Swiss COWS. Heifers and Bulls. GINSBUI~G'S FARMS, Beater, Minnesota. MISCELLANEOUS The staff of in Fargo radiates the friendliness for which all North Dakotans are noted. MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS pIANOS. Large piano warerooms. SpinetS, grands, small pianos, rebuilt pianos, play- ers, all well known makes. Priced from ~5 to $I,000. Terms: 20% down, 12 montns ~a~- nnce. Write for catalog, complete prlu= *,~. J. M. WYLIE 115 Broadwny Fargo, N. Dnk. Reed -- Nedrlc -- Pipe ESTEY HAMMOND ORGATRON DAVEAU MUSIC CO, Fargo, No. Buy War Bonds And.K-e 3, em "The ~ains Are ~rut Foods" K J]Ol 'S Coin FJlkel you nearly all the protective food ele= manta o~ the whole grnin deelarm essential to human nutrition. THE BILLINGS COUNTY PIONEER ALAN Le MAY "* N.u. ,tRvlCa I p THE STORY THUS FAR: Melody looked inside it, and wiped perspira- drew up one side of his mouth in Jones and George Fury rode into Payne- tion from his forehead with hiswhat looked like a sneer. Later Mel- ville, strangers. While there Melody gloved left hand. ody found out that this was caused was mistaken for the wanted outlaw, Monte Jarrad. Cherry, Monte's girl, rushed them out to her farm, where they met her brother Avery. As a posse was after them Melody and Fury left toward the border, returning after dark to hide in the attic until found by Avery. Mel- ody stayed the rest of the night while ~F~'y returned to Payneville. In the morning Cherry led Melody toward the border. She took him to the old Rown- tree ranch and lied about how the Cot- tons killed the Rowntrees. Melody rode back into town, and Monte showed up to get Cherry's aid. CHAPTER IX His entrance was immediately spoiled by a trivial impasse. A round card table was planted in the narrow space just within the door, to take advantage of what breeze there might be; and here three slouch- dressed cowmen sat, tied up in a game of draw. The tilted chair of the fattest one blocked the way by which Melody might have passed. Melody stood looking at them in a baffled sort of way, hoping they would let him pass. Either these were men who knew he was not Monte Jarrad, or they did not even know that he was supposed to be. Melody cleared his throat. The fat one in the tilted chair looked up at him with a leisured insolence, and went back to his hand. "Can I Sit by, please?" Melody said. "Raise you five," said the man in the tilted chair, tossing a chip onto the table. Melody's mind stopped turning, then, something like it had in the moment in which he had hit Ira Waggoner; except that this time the reason was that he was scared. He took a half-step backward, to give himself room. "I call," Melody said. He took a long step fprward, boot swinging, and kicked the table straight up, out from among them. The bartender, the same one who had served Melody before, looked as scared as a man could look. His hands were held a little above the surface of the bar, not exactly raised, but ostentatiously in view. He made a motion toward the back room with his head. Ira Waggoner sat alone beside the table, now, in the dim, stuffy quiet of midday. He looked Melody Jones steadily in the eye, without any expression, as Melody came in. He gave no oth- er sign of recognition. He was one day behind his shave, and his cheek lines showed more hard-weather rid- ing than feeding; hut his eyes were the kind used for seeing the actu- al, as a profession. "You want to see me?" Melody said. He had wanted to make that sound hard, and kind of relentless, but the best he accomplished was to make it a mumble. "Sit down," Ira Waggoner said. Because he had not foreseen this correctly, Melody was caught tm- awares, and obeyed. "You know what I want with you," Ira Waggoner said. "Do I?" "You don't need to keep watching my gun," Waggoner said. His voice was low and fiat, but Inexpressibly bitter. "When I figure you need it, y0U'll get it all right. And you know that, too. There's only about three men in the southwest I can't swap lead with. One of them ig Monte Jarrad. But you ain't him." "No?" Melody said. "No," Waggoner repeats& ':I don't know who you are, and I don t give a damn. And I don't know whY you're sucker enough to front for-Monte, either. But it don't go with me. There's one thing I want to know from you, and you know:. what it is; and rm going to have it, now." ,'Oh?" said Melody. He kept won- dering whether he could shoot this man, ff he had to. It was a sickly sort of a wonder, because the an- swer was so plain. ~'here s one thing in this country that will get a man salted down quicker than stealing a horse," Wag- goner said. "That thing is a double- cross. I could have shot Monte in two, easy, the morning he come aboard the stage; and it come to my mind to do it, too. Monte should have drew out when he saw I hadn't been able to get rid of the shot- gun guard. But I went on and played my half of the game; and now you fellers have got to play yourS 1" "the hell with it. I want to know where that strongbox is. You're go- ing to take me to it. If you think you ain't, try to walk out that door, without I say you can!" "This here is disappointin'," Mel- ody said. "I was kind of hoping you would have some kind of idee of what I seemed to'have did with Waggoner was looking baffled again. "What you did with it?" They stared at each other. "I see what's the matter," Melody said at last. "I keep forgetting that you don't think I'm Monte Jarrad any more." Waggoner reddened. "You never tooled me, except for that couple of minutes," he said. '~'hat throws me sideways," Mel- ody admitted. "I hadn't figured on this. I don't hardly know what to may next." He took his hat off, and "That phony scar," Ira Waggon. er said with irony, "is beginning to rub loose." Ira Waggoner brought his heels to the floor and faced Melody squarely across the table. "I'm waiting for you to talk," he said, as if he didn't mean to wait much longer. "You figure I know where it is?" Melody asked pointlessly. "I figure that you better." "Mister," said Melody Jones, "you are easily the worst damn fool I ever see in years of riding. And I've rode from hell to Sunday." Ira Waggoner stared at him blank- ly. "What?" he said. "Think where you be," Melody Jones suggested. "You're a free man, and you can go where you want to. You could be in Tucson, or Seattle. But allowing that you got to be in the Last Chance bar--don't you ever look where you set.~ You could just as well have set over there with your back to plain wall. Or you could be standing up, where you could look all around you. I swear I don't know how you've lived as long as you have." "Well?" Waggoner smiled a lit- tle, knowing what was coming now. "Look behind you," said Melody, "and you'll see a door." Waggoner grinned a little on one side of his face, but did not take his "Can I get by, please?" eyes from Melody Jones. '%ook at it again yourself," he said with a weary contempt. "The glass is painted over." But as Melody looked at the paint- ed glass in the door he saw some- thing else now. A clear place the size of a quarter showed where the paint had been scraped away. And as Melody looked at that peep-hole, the peep-hole blinked. After a mo- ment Melody was able to make out the eye that was looking at him through the peep-hole in the door. There was an ugly patronizing complacence in Ira Waggoner's tone now. '~ere ain't anything behind that door," he said. 'Tm right sorry," Melody heard himself saying with fiat candor, "to hear you take that view. Because I have an idee that somebody'g num- ber is coming up, in about two sec- onds, now." "Yours, maybe," Waggoner said, tossing aside his patience. "It might be mine," Melody said. "But there's Just one off-chance that it might be yours. I sure wish you'd give a little thought to that. We can al~vays talk later on--ff only some bad accident dent happen Ira Waggoner said savagely, Toe heard enough of , And then he broke off suddenly and sat utterly still, as if he were holding his breath. The door behind him was opening gently; and a soft voice said, "So have I." Ira Waggoner moved his hands slowly and placed them in plain sight upon the table. Then even more slowly he swung his head back to look over his shoulder. "Hello, Lee," Waggoner said queerly; but he left his hands where they were, only stiffening them a little so that they pressed more tightly upon the wood. "Who's this?" asked the stranger of Waggoner, without taking hig eyes off Melody. "I don't know, Lee," Waggoner said. By the placating note that came into Waggoner's voice, Melo- dy knew that whoever the stranger was, he was one of those few others beside Monte Jarrad whom Wag. goner was afraid of. "All I know is he tried to pass himself off for Monte." "I know that already," the strong. er said. "He's got Monte's saddle on his horse." He drew a hard breath through one nostril, and it by the fact that this man could breathe through only one side of his nose. He shifted his eyes to Wag- goner now and they had less warmth than the eyes of a Gila lizard. "What kind of a deal are you mak- ing with this punk?" "No deal, Lee," Waggoner said doggedly. "I want to know what kind of a score is being run up, that's all. There's things I got a right to know." The stranger's words came a lit- fie more softly. "What kind of things?" "If anything's gone wrong--" Waggoner started to say. "Pray there ain't anything gone wrongS" His face contorted again in that unexpected combination of a sniff and a sneer. "If I find out it did, and you was mixed up in it, I'll come after you, and I'll get you; and I reckon you know I keep my word." "I know that, Lee." "Set here where you are until you hear me ride off. After that, stay in this town. Be where it won't be any trouble to find you, if you're want- ed." Ira Waggoner hesitated for per- haps three seconds more. "Okay, Lee," he said. Lee turned to Melody. "Let's go." He indicated the door with a sway of his head. "Walk ahead of me until we're in the street." In the street the man called Lee picked up his reins where they lay loose across the hitch-rail, turned his horse so that his animal was be- tween himself and Melody, and swung up. "Mount your pony," he said. Melody mounted. "Ride by my nigh stirrui>--close." "Mister," said Melody Jones, "I sure appreciate you fetching me out. I was gitting mighty restless, set- ting there." "You don't know yet why I done it, huh?" "No; because I haven't got the faintest kind of idee who you be." The stranger studied him for a mo- ment. "I reckon that might be so," he decided. "I never set eyes on ~ou before. I'm Lee Gledhill. That mean anything?" "No," Melody said. Sniff-sneer, went the stranger's face "This ain't easy to believe." "Believe what you want," Melody answered. "How come," Lee Gledhill asked curiously, "that a punk like you found a way to kill Monte Jarrad?" "So I killed Monte Jarrad," Melo- dy said, with a certain amount of stupor. "That's what you figure, huh?" They were out of the town, by this time. Lee Gledhill took a look back the way they had come; then his eyes ran around the perimeter of the b ilis. "What makes you think he's even daid?" Melody demanded, flustered by the silence. "His saddle is on your horse," Lee answered him at last. "You wouldn't ever have got Monte's saddle off him without you dry-gulched him first, and he was dead." "Well, I know good and well he's alive," Melody contended. "You do?" Lee said with ugly disinterest. "You do? Where is he then?" "What makes you so daid sure," he offered with faint hope, "that I ain't Monte Jarrad?" "You don't look nothin' like him to me. I don't know how anybody mistook you for him, even with his stuff ." "Okay," said Melody. "I want to ask you just one thing more. Who do you think was'quickest with a gun, you or Monte?" "The re'an never lived that could match him," Lee Gledhlll said. '~Tot even me." "And according to you, I am the own " man who shot him d,Melody said. "By your own way of rigur. ing, you ain't got any more chancet with me than a yaller gal at a squaw sale. What's the matter? Don't you want to live no more?" Melody Jones felt his scalp creep as he heard how silly that frail bluff sounded, even to himself. No smile crossed Lee Gledhflrs face. He evidently took the threat more seriously than Melody could. He continued to study Melody un- hurriedly, and his heatlesg eyes looked thirty years older than his face. "I thought of that," Lee said. "if you outshot a man like Monte in a fair right, and can do it again, ~ou'll kill me like a duck, But I don't think you did. rm gambling that you shot him from in back." "What you aim to do?" Melody asked, seeking information. "I can't make a deal with you," Lee Gledhill decided. "Not across ~onte Jarrad's corpse. I wouldn't trust you if I could." He drew in one long, lip.pulling breath and then his face became still. "Tin going to throw this cigarette down now. It's up to you to take care of your. self in any way you can, as soon as it leaves my hand." '`Look," Melody began. "Turn off the road," Lee Gled- ~ll told him. "Look," Melody said again. He pulled up his pony, but failed to obey. "You want to know where Monte is?" (2'0 BE CONTINUED} The Longest Stick By ELSIE WILLIAMS McClure Newspaper Syndicate. V/2qU Features. ~-.]ARDY POLK had Just finished ~.t his supper and was tamping tobacco into the bowl of his pipe when he heard old Coot's deep bay, followed by the yipping and yapping of all the other dogs. He raised his head with an intent, listening look. "Hear a horse comin' down the road a piece," he announced to his young daughter 'Melts. She stood a moment at the table with the supper dishes in her hands, and said: "Sounds like Jud Tice's mare." "Reckon 'tis." The moon was Just rising in the east as the rider dismounted at the gate. It was Jud Tice's broad- brimmed hat, heavy-set body and Jangling spurs. '"Light an' come in," Hardy called. "Hello there, Hardy," the new- comer said in a deep, hearty voice. Hearty--with a tinge of falseness around its edges. Hardy motioned toward the lighted kitchen door. "Go in, Jud. Cool out here." "Good evenin', 'Melia," Jud's bold eyes looked at the back of her head with its neat brown braids, ran on down the blue shirt and the tight cowboy pants that emphasized rather than concealed her shapely curves. Without seeming to do so, Hardy Polk's cold, Saxon - blue eyes watched Jud narrowly. "Won't you sit?" ~e asked. "Don't mind if I do." Jud glanced at the partly cleared table as he sat down. "Ain't that sweet-potato pie, Hardy? Looks mighty good. "Iffen you make it worth while---" 'Spect 'Melia's growed into a pretty good cook by now." "Fair to middlin' . . . cut Jud a piece, 'Malta." Jud licked his fingers when he had finished. "Sure good. Wouldn't want to hire out as a cook, would you now, 'Melia?" Hardy looked at his daughter care- fully and yet abstractedly. "Reckon so." he said. There was a slight pause. "How's yore wife. Jud?" Jud sighed heavily. "Still ailtn' Hardy. Dec says she can't last too long." His eyes covertly rested on 'Melia going out the door with a plate of scraps for the dogs. "What I come to see you 'bout. Hardy--you s'pose 'Malta could cook an' tend to Hattie? Needin' someone now that Hattie's sister's got to go home." "Waal- reckon she could, Jud. What's you attain' to make it wuth?" "She'd sit her keep o' course. An' --what do you rigger to be 'bout right, Hardy?" "I ain't gayin'. An' I dunno as she could go. I ain't got me no flock o' cow hands in the woods like you got, Jud. I Just got 'Malta." 'Malta ca~me back into the room. Jud looked at the ghapely curves, the round young face and the gott hrown eyes. His wife was old and scrawny. Soon's the died he'd-- "Talkin' to yore pa here 'bout gittin' you to cook an' tend Hattie. Could earn you a red silk dress then, an' some--some o' them fancy shoes." Jud looked at 'Melia's slope- heeled cowboy boots. "Why--" 'Melia hestitated, glanc- ing downward. "An' a gold locket?" she asked. "Sure." Before 'Melia could say anything, Hardy put in quickly, "We'll think it over, Jud. What you attain' to make it wuth?" Jud thought a bit and then nan,ed an amount he figured would win 'Melia over. Jud rode up to the Polk shanty around dark, Saturday. Hardy was on the porch, his chair tipped back against the wall, pipe in his mouth. 'Melia was nowhere in sight and no sound came from the kitchen. "Figgered to come by an" see could 'Melia come Monday morn- in'," Jud said from the rickety swing near Hardy. "She ain't goin', Jud. We done talked it over." There was a slight gleam of triumph in Hardy's cold eyes. "Figger she can make more with me. I done give her a third in- terest in the cattle so's she can git her a little money. Ruther have money than doodads, 'Melia would." Funny, thought Jud, never thought before that 'Melia's soft brown eyes often had the same look that Hardy's cold blue ones did ~ a caleulatin', greedy look. "You know the oi' sayin', Jud,- Hardy said, a touch of humor in his dry voice. 'Longest stick gits th~ persimmon' 1" Gay Party Dress ! For Little Girls Child's Party Dress A GAY little party dress for your young daughter of two to six. She'll love the full swinging skirt, brief cap sleeves and simple shoulder closing It will be the coolest, prettiest summer frock she has. Pattern includes panties to match. $ $ Pattern No. 8856 is designed for sizes 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6 years. Size 3, dress, re- quires l~t yards of 35 or 39 inch fabric; panties, ~,i yard; 5 yards rtc rac to trim. 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