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THE BILLINGS COUNTY PIONEER Le MAY s r v, t THE STORY THUS FAR: MelodyI them now, in a weary, embittered "Because I teU you to," Sheriff #ones and George Fury rode into Payae- I way. "I was right outside. And Thingan said, angering. "And be v/lie, strangers. MelodyWas mistaken for I when I come in, you was under the pert, before I let flyl" the ouUaw, Monte Jarrad As a posse I,t " i ~ame, your six-gun smoKmg m Melody looked with bewilderment was after them Cherry, ~ontes glrl, ~v--r-~--- ha--~ " elod re .uu ua,m .u at George Fury, who was staring rushed them out of town. M y " [ " at him ironically. "I never seed so turned to Paynevfl]e, where he met Lee, ~ou mean, I snot nlm~ former pardner of Monte's, who grove toward the ranch with him, running into Cherry and George. They soon man- aged to get a gun on Lee and started out for the shack where Monte ~ld the money frmn the, express robbe~.~when, they entered the shack they were eoverod by Luke Packer, the insurance detect/re. As Luke went to a win. Low to recover it, he fell, a sun having been fired from the outside. , CHAPTER XH "You finally got it, son." "Why iS a hole in the window and glass on the floor, if I shot him?" Melody demanded. "You think I run outside, and shot, and sudden run back?" "I don't know nothing about that." "Why is they blood on the floor by the window, where he fell?" Mel-~ ody insisted. "And how does the corpus get from there up on the bunk, if I'm under the table when I shoot him daid? You think the car- many crazy people," Melody said; but he obeyed Sheriff Thingan and put his ~s in his mouth, all the fingers of both hands He roiled an eye at Cherry to see if she was laugh/rig. She was not Sheriff Thingan now stepped for- ward, approaching Melody from one side. He pulled Melody into the room by a shoulder, and spun him around, then disarmed Melody from behind. After that he shut the door. "You can collapse now," Thingan athleen Norris Says: Returning Husband Brings Tragedy Bell Syndleate --WNU Features. Smart Cover for an Old Sewing Machine IF IT is necessary to keep an'old- fashioned treadle machine in a bedroom, it may serve as a dress- ing table ff attractively covered. In the dining room it may do dou- ble duty as a serving table. Here, it is shown in a living room. The full skirt matches curtains and slip IT H,C~NES~/ /~ m~ "It's a funny thing," Luke Packer said. "It's easy to tell when a man " is lying; but it plumb fails you to say when he's telling the truth. But that ain't any excuse. A thousand things otter told me you was only a stalking horse. No such damn fool could be the real Monte Jarrad. But I never caught on. Until the real Monte fired from the slope." "I suppose I've done more mean things in my life than one man can remember," Luke Packer said. He w~s speaking with great difficulty now. "But the mean things you do are brushed over and forgot. The one thing nobody ever forgets . and nobody e~,er forgives is a baldheaded jackass of a blunder. . . Not even Gad'el forgive that. Him least of all." Those were the last words Luke Packer ever said. He died with a strange aboriginal stoicism, without bitterness and without faith. Seem- ingly he literaUy believed, as he had said, that the death penalty was a suitable one for a man of his occupa- tion to pay, for the crime of mistak- ing one man for another. Melody Jones shook out a saddle blanket, and laid it over Packer's body; then immediately forgot the whole thing, for now the outer door was pushed open from outside, and flung wide. Melody thought he glimpsed the hand that swung the door; but nobody stood in the open- ing that gaped blackly into the night. Melody snatched his gun Out in wh~t was intended to be a lightning draw. George Fury stepped through the door, and flattened himself against the wall inside, allowing the least possible silhouette of himself in the door-frame until the door was shut. George Fury's eyebrows jumped now as he saw the form of Luke Packer under its blanket. He looked at it for a long time, and his face was very grim. "'So now they got a corpus delicti," he said at last, hol- lowly. "A whut?" "A dead man," George Fury am- plified. "It ain't legal to hang you on account of a dead man unless they can come up with one. Corpus delicti is some foreign way of say- /ng that soon's they got the corpus you're de-licked." "Oh " "This here is rock - bottom," George Fury said, completely with- out hope. "Up until now we was in bad shape, but all right. Even if they hung you for Monte Jarrad, we could of proved the mistake. But what good will it do to prove who you ain't, now that you come fitted up with a corpus delicti of your own?" Melody put away his gun. "Some- times," he said, "it don't seem to me like we get the breaks." "I suppose you realize," GeorSe Fury said saltily, "there's a posse pretty near on top of us right now?" "George," said Cherry de Longpre with deep gravity, "you shouldn't have done this." "Who, me? What? Done which?" "You shouldn't have shot him." "I shouldn't of what? Shot who?" "The man under that blanket is --was an express company detec- ,five. His name was Luke Packer. He was one of the most feared peace officers in the West; every- body knows his name. There isn't a single man in the whole territory who wouldn't have been a better choice for you to kill than this man." "Yes, but--but--" '~here's going to be such a man- hunting hullabaloo as the West has never seen before. I wouldn't give two cents for the chances of either one of you!" George Fury looked from the girl to his partner, and back again, slowly, with the dreary disillusion of a man who witnesses an all time low. "So now," he drawled, "you can't neither of you think of no better out than to blame the whole damn ca- lamity on me." "It ain't any question of blaming nobody, George," Melody said sad- ly. George reddened. ,'~'hy yew be- fewzled numpus--" "I guess," Melody told Cherry, "we got him on our hands. That's how come he shot Packer." Cherry Just stood there looking bleak, and stunned--a little glassy- eyed. The full complication of their disaster was still soaking its way into her mind. "It wasn't the real George done this," Melody said. "It was a bat- fie of liquor shot Packer, just the same as ff It capered in here and popped him with its cork When George drinks, he ain't nothing but a bottle with laigs." "I heard you fire the shot that Kropped him." George was pitying pus hauls off and leaps up under told Melody. "Turn around, and take that blanket when he hears you your feet out of your mouth, and . -,' start to tam commg ln~ ,~ ~ ~ Melody Jones took a slow look at suddenly very stin as something etse captors. Shepff. T gan that was going on, beyond the range somewnaz apple-cneexea, out wltn of t~eir argument, beyond the cabin oeep grm ~nes, Mnounting to dim. ^,^~.: . ~. ,~:- +^ ~.;.~ c~ pzes tie anectea a neat white mud UA~ IA~al~. U~t*aJUU ~A~tZt tV UA~A~. As~.r- ~, ~^.= ~:.~ ,ache, more cleanly trimmed than ,~, the old conventional buffalo.horu Can you hear the posse, she ~hispered. model a~.a,~urlea amy slightly, az- George shook hi-~ head. "Some- ter the. manner of the better class thlr~ t~ltt= ie face-on n|nP~ " " of Mexlcan border desperadoes His ----b ~ he sald. " s nat--not ten gallon, but perhaps two with a new bleak awe. So that wa ,t ,--' ~^,^~-- ~+ '* --he wore raked at a sporty angle. ,~. ~ m ~u~x, ~,~,~u#. ~" ~ " " ~" Sheriff Thingan had the name of shot Packer. I should of knowed ,being a profoundly wlse mfallibly you wasn t up to nothing so practi- cal as that." cagey old man. What Melody saw ' ' " id now was that this was a profoundly "I don t foiler thls. Melody sa . C. Don't silly infallibly eccentric old man eorge pleaded with him. . "L " " " try to git it through your head. We ucky you be, Sheriff Thingan ," such corn said to ~elody"that it was me am t got ttme for no - , plicated projick as that! If you want caught up with you." ?, out of this, will you please, please do Why. like" I say. jest for the next few rain- Sheriff Thlngan directed a genial t ~" question to his deputies "Ain't this (~ es. . "Go catch our antes " Georgethe httle punk that's been making Y P , Fury ordered Melody. All the dead- out to be Monte Jarrad?" t rata hisThingan s number one deputy now level urgency he could pu " ' He went slashing up to the door of the cabin and kicked it in. low tones was there. "Saddle 'era both, yours and Cherry's. Then git mine. He's about forty rods down the crick, in a little meadow. You can't miss catching him because he's close hobbled, and he's also short picketed." Melody stood and waited, so sure that Cherry and George were on his heels that at first he was glad to have got the saddling done before they caught up and found him un- ready. By and by be sat down, his back against a boulder and one ankle on a cocked-up knee. His bullet- nick was hurting very interestingly now; he idly picked pine needles out of his bloody ear. and wondered if he would lose the whole shebang. Melody Jones r~ow got stiffly up onto his heels, and mounted Harry Henshaw. Riding Harry and lead- ing the other ponies, he turned back toward the adobe, on no better the- ory than that he had waited long enough. He approached the cabin with some caution, riding with his led ponies in places where the ant- reals' unshod hoofs were least likely to clop upon stone. The three po. nies moved like ghosts as he rode into the little meadow. And now a burst of outrage lifted him in his stirrup bows. The adobe was well illuminated now, as if ev- ery candle in the place had been lighted. He stopped then and looked around him. Cherry de Longpre and George Fury were not alone. Three inter- lopers made the cabin seem packed. Their guns were in their hands; and they had so placed themselves that they could keep an eye on George Fury while their guns con- verged upon Melody at the door. The body of Luke Packer, however, was no longer in the bunk. "All right, re'boy," the oldest of the three men said, "I'm Sheriff Thingan--the big end of the law in Paynevllle. Stick your fingers in your mouth," he ordered surprising- ly. "Whut?" "Stick your fingers in your mouth. Both hands." "Whu~ for?" covers, and the scalloped felt top repeats the covers of the stools that serve as lamp stands and the chair cover. The difficult problem is to make the top of this type of machine level, This is done here with a removable top of ply- wood. Cleats are screwed to the under part of this top and the cover ls tacked to It. The whole thing may be lifted off , '/ easily when it Is :im: touse the math/he. NOTE--The sewing machine cover iS 'She has loved Peter all her lite. He is,her ideal of a husband and lather ~ *ms nook amo contains eom. Mollie."He loves little Bob as i/ he were the child s own lather and he ldohzes" " Baby herePlete anddirecti nSfor moref r thethanSpOol30 otherlamPSmoney.Sh wn saving projects that will help you to keep By KATHLEEN NORRIS your home attractive. To get BOOK 9, ,'ENOCH ARDEN' DILEMMA TERE is a tea, puzz,er ~s~t~ t15: cent, with name and address di- m s and a sad tragedy, too. F - " ~ " J MRS. RUTH WYETH SPEARS AL JL t orrunatety onty a Iew wives & am az a loss wna oever have t " -" " " " o ma~e tne aectston J Bedford HUlSDrawer 10 New York/ advise Rosamond Kay, who that Rosamond must. It is the I Enclose 15 cents for Book No. 9. / writes me a charming letter "Enoch Arden" plot---the sup from East St. Louis. Her's is posedly dead husband returns,Address / one of those problems that to find his wile married, and can be solved only in her own happier, tha.n she had ever oeen wttt~ hem heart--she must weigh the spoke. He was big and coarse fea- tured, his face crudely and strongly claims of the two men in her Robert was reported dead made. He had big aggressive ears, life, one against the other, bythe war department during a big craggy nose and jaw; his and decide which is the real the Tunisian campaign. Many sparse hair had once been red, but claim, months later Rosamond mar. now was grayed to a sandy roan. ried Peter, a fine man she had His rough-cut grin had the expres- Rosamond was married seven known all her liJe. She already sign of a pumpkin face, and it years to Robert. She was then 20. had a son five years old. Now She loved him very truly and when showed yellow teeth as big as an he was numbered officially among she has a baby daughter, Mol, elk's, with gaps between. And his eyes, which were a muddy blue, had the dead in Tunisia, she grieved for lie, who r~sembles "her lather, about the same expression as holes many months. Then she married Peter. This little /daily is blown in a root. Peter. quite happy together. Peter is By Robert she had a son, now successful, jolly and aOection~ This man's name was Royal five years old; by Peter she has a ate. Robert has a moody and Boone. "I shore don't know what you tel- daughter, Just one year old. Rosa. jealous disposition. lows want," he grinned. "If he ain't mond is 31. She writes me that her heart aches for Robert, coming Rosamondnevertheless rea- Monte, he'll sure do in Monte's home tired and sad after a long and lizes that Robert is really her place." "You're Just rope-handy," Thin. agonizing imprisonment and ill. husband, and that he has gan/ said, his words bumped by chuckle. "Well, he's virtually volunteered to get hung, ain't he? Why quarrel with the guy?" The second deputy, Mormon Stacker, was a swarthy, beery little man with a broken nose. He had a habit of carrying his chin on his chest, which set his mouth in a line of disgust, and gave a peculiar look to his eyes, which were buttony, and had circular lines about them above "and below, like the eyes of an owl He these owl eyes upon through a moment of dark depression. "Nump," he said. "I suppose," Royal Boone said with sarcasm that killed himself "you aim to fight it, out with the Cotton boys to see that they don~t hang him." "I do like hell," said Sheriff Thin. gan. Cherry de Longpre began to speak rapidly, in a low monotone. "Why don't you let him go? What kind of murderers are you? Give him a chance to run for his lite!" She looked gray faced and desperately tired, but to Melody she had never looked prettier in her life. "This fool kid has nothing to do with any- thing. Let the Cottons catch him for themselves!" Mormon Stacker said with deep dejection, "'Let the kid slope." Royal Boone looked at him blank- ly. "Have you gone out of your head?" Sheriff Roddy Thingan looked at Cherry de Longpre with all kinds of benevolence. "Crime doesn't pay," he told her. "How come you got your foot stuck through the fence like this? I swear, I'm gain' to stop this corrupting American woman- hood around here if I have to hang fellers right and left!" "Listen you old fool," said George Fury, "don't it never occur to you that you won't never find out where the loot went to, if you let this punk git hung?" "How's that again?" "Who do you think is going to tell ~ou where that strongbox is," George Fury asked him, "once this punk is dead? Monte Jarrad? You don't even know Monte Jarrad is alivel" "Do you," Sheriff Thingan asked Melody cynically, "know what Monte done with that express box?" "Yes," Melody said. "I want you to get it through your bald," Melody said, 'ShOt I ain't Monte Jarrad, If I Show you where the money is, I want you should :urn me free. And my gal with me, t0o!" It was only later that Melody found that George Fury's laces had sagged under him, just here. Sheriff Roddy Thingan was ready to deal, and deal quickly. "I know you ain't Monte Jarrad," he said. "It's only the Cottons that get ex- cited, as a general thing. The first minute I get my hands on that ex. press box, you're free to high-taft in aU the directions you want." (TO BE CONTINUED) a hess. But she says she has loved Peter aU her life. He is her ideal of a husband and father. He loves little Bob as if he were the child's own father and he idolizes Baby Mollie. Rosamond has to meet Robert in a week or two, and she doesn't know what to do, for Robert is living and coming home to re- join his wife and child. Pete's Finer In Every Way. "He has my letter now explaining the situation," writes Rosamond. "It was a terrible letter to write. I was prostrated with the shock of know- ing that the man who was actually a ghost to me was coming back. These years with Peter have been heaven--he is the more successful man, the more popular, the finer in every way. 'Robert is of a moody, jealous na- ture. He was always unhappy it I took Bob to visit my mother; he dis- liked my having guests in the house he made enemies in his business. We had not been married long be- fore I spent many hours in tears and doubt and realized the extreme dif- ficulty of the path I had chosen. To emerge from all this into the secu- rity and joy of Peter's companion- ship, his enthusiasms and plans, was to come out into the sunlight after a time of shadows. I really had mourned Robert; I was genuinely shocked by his reported death, but after that I learned what true mar- ried felicity can be. "Now as to the children--Bob is a shy, affectionate little fellow who clings to me. He has all but re- covered physically from a bad des. sign with infaotile paralysis, but it has left him dependent and nerv- ous. He deariy loves Mollie, who is a fat, riotous, l'-~ughing little tyrant already. I cannot bear to separate them and yet it is inconceivable that I should take Mollie to Robert's house. Robert, as a matter of fact, has no house, no job, and not a sin- gle living relative. Also I must say that he always was devoted to Bob- by and Bobby to him, although nat- urally the small boy hardly remem- bers him now. Still Robert's WHe. "I know," the letter concludes, "that Peter and I are not legally married. I am still Robert's wife. Shall I return to h/m? Or sha/~ I ask him for a divorce and turn him over to lonesomeness and perhaps heartbreak? In my letter I said, "Bob is shy, aOectlonate, clinging " every rtght to her. The shock oJ losing her, after the bitter years o/fighting, and the mis- ery oJ liJe in a German prison camp, is almost unbearable to Robert. He is coming.home soon, and Rosamond will have to ]ace him. She doesn't know what to do. The thought of giving up the delightful life she is now leading to return to a war-weary, jobless man, who at best was inJerior to her present husband, is almost maddening. Yet she knows her duty, and can see no de. cent way tout. 'Come home and we will adjust all these matters. You wiLl see your adorable boy and believe me, you are welcome despite these strange circumstances.' I hardly could say less. He has been fighting to pro- tect these same babies from the hell that was Nazi Europe. His answer- ing letter takes it for granted that I still love him--perhaps in a pity~ ing, sorrowful way I do. Peter will only say to me, 'We must do what is right.' What, in your opinion, Is right?" Poor Rosamondt This is a heart- breaking situation. To return to Robert is more than can be expected of poor human flesh and bloo~. She might make the effort, but to be poor again, hard-working again, separat- ed from her laughing baby, miss- ing Peter--there is a daily, hourly immolation that would call for su- pernatural graces of an unusual kind. Robert's Jealousy and moodiness add one more difficult note to a dif- ficult position. Robert is not apt to give up his place generously, when he sees Rosamond's happiness or suspects it. He will not subside into the amiable family friend, willing to accept the overflow from the com- pletely felicitous household. So I only can recommend prayer to Rosamond. God's ways are not our ways. There are unexpected twists and turns and changes in any dor~estic crisis that can remove from it all the bitterness and ran- car. 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