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/ Z i t SEWING CIRCLE PATTERNR COWBOY Back to-School Outfit for Teens - KE IS,mple, Flattering Dayume Frock I I, C Eo * / " -No: .V,o s N k. -No - ~ t Inex .~t THE STORY THUS FAR: Melody frJ hten, ~,~ ve,-.2u reotpes in each 15 pkg. 8ones and George Fury had ridden into .~t.~gi ed 1Melody. I--I 11 think stranger last and most reluctahtly. Pl:~se tendth~s d for free full.also tam. IDaYf~evflle Melod w ista Q~,~u~ ~.~eorge,was itMonte Fever Crick and Lee Gledhill be a p offer, or buy from your grocer the outlaw: MOnte JYarraads. ZontekTgi'rl: J~:acd?" I talking urgently to Monte, bat: a~ Cherry, in trying tO save Monte and fat- orge ~unted an affirmative. "If lance. Their very intensity seemed !nd~HOnu RI er MeIody, got them involved in the It Wasn't for the climate of Call-/to press their voices low and omemode IoeCream " m:~d~j: Ldukee~a:~e~i:Moin:::?~: zOr~esh, now. Expect me to harken" b~egtht~e::: :Y I~:Ulgdot tit,gt~oa;Y, STRBILIZER shot him. Monte returned to the farm where Melody had gone and was about to kill him when Cherry returned with the dying Fury. Melody told Monte that Cherry would have to choose between them. Monte threatened to kill them both after which Cherry said she wished that Monte was more like Melody, Mel- started to take care of Fury. Cherry began to get Monte's horse ready. CHAPTER XVI Monte Jarrad was white from lips to" eyes. "So he done what he claimed he done," he said. She shrugged; the remark had no meaning for her. She started to turn away from him, then looked hack suddenly; and now her eyes raked him with surprise, and a new comprehension. "Monte -- you're wearing his stuff!" Jarrad answered without compro- mise. "Well--he's wearing mine." They stood silent, and their eyes held. "Monte--you were going to kill him! You were going to kill him, and leave him to be buried as your- self!" He would have lied to her if he had felt like it; perhaps even if he had thought of it. gut he had fought his to sech drivel the whole day?" Monte Jarrad moved with the stiff caution his wound imposed, but his step was sure as he pointed himself toward the barn. Cherry came trot- ting out of the house after him, and overtook him at the gallery step. She caught Monte's arm, and he half turned to look at her for a moment over his shoulder. Cherry tried to speak to him rapidly, urgently, but she stuttered, and lost her words. Monte Jarrad shook off her hands, and came on toward the barn. Cherry stared after him from the edge of the gallery, baffled, uncer. fain, and more frightened than Mel- ody had ever seen her. She hesi- tated while Monte walked seven strides. Then suddenly she called out across the fifty yards which sep. stated barn and house,~and her tone was frantic. "Melody! Melody, look out!" Monte Jarrad whirled upon her so savagely that for a split instant Melody thought he was going to fire on her. Melody started to yell, which, after all, was about all he way up and down his section of the world so long that he had half forgot the use of lies. "Cherry," he said, "if I never meant to kill him before, I'd sure lay in to kill him now!". "To save yourself," she said, her throat constricted. "After all the chances I made him take--You were going to gun him down and go free--" "Only thing I'm sorry for," Monte said with his teeth in the way, "is I didn't get to it long ago!" Far off, in the direction of Payne- rills, a long dust was rising. The dust marked the masked line of the twisting road, and when you knew where the road was you could glimpse part of it, a mile off through the scrub oak. The down-country road was full of riders. A faint, quivery edge came into Cherry's voice, but it stayed flat and low. "It's time for you torun." "I'll ride when I'm ready," Monte Jarrad said."That don't mean I'm ready yet." He turned toward the back of the house, toward the barn. George Fury lay on a couple of bales of hay which ranged along the barn's front wall. The first horizontal sunshine was leveling over Holiday Ridge; it struck "Monte--you're wearing his stuff." through the cracks in the unbat- was equipped fo~', just then. But tened wall, and laid golden lines of Monte Jarrafl immediately swung when Monte Jarrad snapped at Fe- ver Crick to shut up; "and Fever Crick did so, flinching back as if he had been clipped with a quirt. Shortly after that 'there was a general half-movement toward the h~rses, and the man Melody did not know promptly mounted again. But Monte Jarrad stood where he was, speaking slowly and bitterly, in a low voice; and when he stopped to spit, contemptuously, the mounted man reluctantly got down from the 'gray horse. He was a stocky man, very broad in the shoulders, and chunky in the face; as plain as any. thing in the world, he felt helpless and unsafe afoot, like a horse-ln* dian. Lee Gledhill was trying to argue with Monte, hard and quick; Melody knew Lee's face was going an/if- sneer. Avery kept swinging this way and that, unhappily trying to watch in all directions. And all this time that unbroken gabble of hoofs kept coming from the down- mountain road, stronger and closerI as each minute dragged out. It~ grew in strength endlessly, long aft- [ er it seemingly could come no near- ~ I |-|8 er without the riders appearing. Its soft unrhythmic thrum could be fel~ in the ground, sensed in the trem- ble of the wind, as much as it could be Yieard. Harry Henshaw let go a Twosome for Juniors long, pealing whinny. THIs smart twosome for juniors And still the five men stood and! J" makes an ideal back-to-school deadlocked over a decision which outfit. The figure-molding jumper any moment could blow itself up combineshandsoraely with blouses like a powder keg. or sweaters--for street wear add It took care of itself now. The I the jaunty flared jacket. short metallic whang of a bullet, ex- * * * kin f . / Pattern No 1387 is desl ned for nelly m~e ~e area g 0 a guitar ill 12 I- '~ g sizes string ended in the rattling echo of ' ' .' J'14' 1~ and 18. Size 12. jumper, ' [reqmres 2 ~4 Yards of 35-inch or 2~h yards a rifle's voice. The head of the gray ~of 39.inch fabric; jacket, short sleeves, horse jerked up, and it screamed. ~Iv,~ yards. Then it sagged to its knees slowly, ~ Slenderizing Frock and rolled onto its side with a|~CHARMING daytime frock for thump. Only its head did not go L| the woma- ---~ I II WIlO liKeS unelu~- dOre~.' :: laYes~:ge looking bewfl, ttered simplicity. The gored skirt Avery de Longpre and Lee Gled-[ r~ ~-------'~--~ --'-----~-- hill tied their horses then They did,lOITlbstones l~ecordcd it in close to nothing and a fifth, and i Since 1922, the Tombstone took cover in the house, joining, Hounds of New Jersey have col- Monte Jarrad who had moved in-i leered and card-indexed the in- side, without hurry, in the same too- I scriptions on some 200,000 grave- ment the bullet struck. Fever CrickI stones in at least 450 cemeteries. first dropped his reins entirely and When the work is completed, it bolted for the kitchen. Then he was will be the first genealogical rec- shamed by sight of the others se- ord of its kind for a single state. curing thelr horses, and made a wild spraddle-legged dash at his cayuse, stampeding it past hope. It went crashing down the mountain, its head held high to one side, to keep from tripping on the trailing reins. Fever Crick scrambled for cover, tripped on the edge of the gallery, and sprawled headlong through the kitchen door. No other long-range shot followed the first one immediately. EON00NDERIky. 835 HOWX#o StN FRANCI$C0 3, CMIF. i light across George Fury, but his face was in shadow. The early air was crystal clear, dustless for hand. He stood with heels planted even where the light came through, apart, and his face was frenzied. but those thin pane-like slices of "Come out of there!" he shouted. light confused the eye. First sight "Come out and make a fight of it!" did not tell Melody much except "Take my gun," George Fury that George lay inhumanly still,said, his voice amazingly strong and "George?" he said uncertainly, loud. "Take my gun from back to face the barn again, and Now Cherry de Longpre came out his six-gun had jumped into hisof the house, walking steadily and wearily, as Lf nothing were happen- Lug. Monte Jarrad called after her a sharp command that she stay in. She gave some short answer that Melody could not hear; but as he commanded her again, furiously, she spoke over her shoulder to him He got no answer, nothing but a and drill him down! . . ." and this time everyone heard wha ghastly quiet. He hesitated through Even with Monte Jarrad standing she said. a moment of dread before he went out in front of him, it seemed strange Her tone was soft, and nearly life. forward. Lightly he lifted George's to Melody that George should ever less except that it shook a little; eyelid with his thumb. "Git your damn thumb out of my e#e," George said. "I was only--" He let it trail off. "'Only what?" "WeLl, I was studyin' to see if you was daid." "Well, I ain't, damn itl" said George. He sounded a little more like himself. "I be darrm if I aim to stand fer this!" ask another man to take his gun. but the words were clear. "Damn George had no gun. His gun was she said. "Damn you, and where it had fallen from his hand damn you. I'll go where I please; as he went down, up there in the and you'll burn in hell before you hills, stop me." Monte Jarrad stood weaving his Melody said, "I'm sorry, Cherry." head this way and that, trying to "For what?" she whimpered, see through the cracks in the barn crossly. wall a hundred feet away from him. She had him, there. "Well--~est ~n Then he started toward the barna .general way, I,guess , again, moving warily and uncertain- "Nearly forty riders are on the "Never mind, now, George." "Well, I blame the climate of Call against now. forny!" Then Monte Jarrad stopped again, He dfscovered now George's and pivoted on one heel in a swift burned hand, that had laid in the jerk, to face a different way. He coals of Monte's fire. He caught up seemed satisfied now that no gun a half-used can of axle grease, treat- was in the barn, for he was willing ed the burn with it, then looked to turn away from it. The distant around him vaguely for a muffle of hoofs was closer, all of it, in search of a bandage. There but it had split up, and now came wasn't -anything, of course. He ~rom two ways. Some of the ap- jerked off his neck scarf, the one he proaching horses--it sounded like had got for coming in seventeenth three or more--were coming in full at Cheyenne; and unhesitatingly tore stretch, very near, much nearer than Iv, not sure of what he was up Toad," she told him, crisply now. "'Lester Cotton's pulle ( them togeth- er. Some of these are good men. They'll close in to finish this busi- ness once and for all, and this time they'll do it. Get on this horse and bust him out of berel" Melody Jones rolled his eyes at George, embarrassed, and did noth. ing. Cherry thrust the reins into his hands. "Will you come to life," she begged him. "If you can show enough sense, just this once in your it into strips, should have been expected yet. life, to cut out the back way, and George was trying to say some. Almost immediately after that-,not trip up, or ride in the wrong thing again. Every time he stopped Monte had hardly reached the gal. direction, or some other silly fool talking he had a hard time getting lery--four riders broke over the mistake -- there's still a little started again, as if "his voice was crest of the drop where the excuse chance." , rusty, for a road plunged downward into Melody looked at the reins in his 'If--it anything turns out funny the brush. They were strung out a hands curiously, as if he didn't know here--" he hesitated, little, but obviously hanging togeth, what they were for; then laid them Melody knew what he meant, er. Fever Crick de Longpre was on the edge of a two-by-four, like "Don't try to make out," he saidin front on one of his runt mustangs; something meant to keep on a crossly, "that you're worse off than you be." "If," George repeated. "I wish to hell you'd do one thing." "Whut's that?" "'Give up the broncs, Melody." "Whut?" "You can't stomp brones. The 'average mustang starts to laugh when he sees you coming. Mighty soon you'll get slung on your head again, and come up even sillier than you be. There ain't room for it, Melody. I want you should quit "era." "How'if I git a job?" "Give Up the whole cowhand busi- ness. It's triflin'. Try to amount to momething for a change. It'll any. Bays be something new . . ." i This last came so feebIy that it piled out of the saddle now, the he was whipping up side and side "Heck," he said. "This here's too- with his rope.end, like an Indian, notonous." and the blown cayuse was running "She's right," George Fury said uphill like a scrambling cat. Avery from where he lay. "You can't do de Longpre was close on his flank; no more damage here." his bigger horse kept trying to pass, "Harry Hehshaw ain't hardly but the swinging rope made him equal to--" flinch back. "Damn Harry Henshawl Git!" After these two, Lee Gledhill came Sweat was standing out on George pounding up over the hump, stand. Fury's forehead, while at the same ing in his stirrups to sweep the lay. time his teeth showed signs of chat- out with ten times keener a scouting tering. Physical weakness was only eye than the two ahead of him had part of that. The rest of |t was used. And last came a rider Melo. the nervous sense of being trapped dy had never seen before, helpless here by his wound, while Monte Jarrad was waiting for hell-to-pay broke all around him. them on the edge of the gallery. 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