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BEGIN' HERE TODAY STAN BALL, an aant for eattla lntr> *t* fac* ASPER DELO In hi* office Aper if aceuaed of klUlni men aent to check hia timbering actlvUlea at Three Rivera. Ball annnuncea he la making a peraonal check Delo aaya he personally , *jli e that he does not make the check . Leaving the office. Stan saves a gril She proves to be DONA DELO, Atper's daughter When Stan learns her name, he tells her he is STANLEY BLACK and alipa away DUDLEY WINTERS. In love with Dona, agrees to go to Three Rivera and bring Asper back. Dona goes with him and at a little ranch place on the way Dudley puts a plan of marriage to Dona, hoping she will take this plan of getting Asper Delo to return. She agrees, but holds back when Btan BaH. on his way to Three Rivers, steps ou £, th * n, F ht and kisses her. At Three Rivers they meet SWEROIN. Asper a timber boss, and he says he u ready to kill Ball, that Ball shot a ranger. „ D°na decides to ride In the hunt for Ball. She catches a bad horse Dd has to try to ride him to keep up her prldg. Dona rides the roan- Bwergln tells A*cr she must not ride without a guard ** Dall.i* a killer and is at large. She slips away and rides toward Pass Creek canyon, where she has been told not to go. Dona sees her father ambushed and shot by a rider on a black norse NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER ELEVEN (Continued.) She gave Dudley a red-lipped smile. “I just don’t want you to go out. Ball knows every Toot of Folly mountain and he’s not above shooting from behind a tree.” Dudley sensed his advantage and pushed it. ‘‘l’ll just have to. Remember, I have a bargain to keep and a prize to win!” Dona's clear eyes clouded. “We can think of that later,” she promised, “but you have to be careful.” Dudley felt he had made his point and rode away with his shoulders square. Dona watched him cross the clearing and enter the scrub growth beyond. She was a little worried about him and when Swergin came around the corner she asked the timber boss to keep an eye on him. “Got too many fools loose around here. Takes all my time keeping them from getting killed. The posse never will round up Bell if I don't get out and help them!” Swergin’s humor was no better than on the previous night. Dona returned to her father’s room and sat beside him until he woke. She brought him broth and read an old newspaper to him. He was feeling better and was eager to try sitting up. It was late evening before he fell asleep and she was able to 6lip away. Dona was very tired. She had missed Dudley’s aid and began to wonder where he was. On the porch she met Swergin who was coming In to make up a time sheet for his posse. “Have you seen Mr. Winters?” she asked. “Malloy down at the coral says he hasn't come in yet,” Swergin answered and went on to his office. Dona sat down suddenly. She was beginning to develop nerves. Dudley should have been back hours ago. She remembered the events of the day before and fear gripped her heart. Had Dudley tried the same foolish stunt her father had attempted? CHAPTER TWELVE DONA walked softly into her father’s room and bent over him. He was sleeping soundly, his breathing regular and even. With a cool, firm hand she smoothed his pillow and then stood looking down at him. He was all she had in the world of close kin. A little catch came Into her throat as she remembered how near she had come to losing him. With soundless steps, she returned to her chair on the porch. A gorgeous mountain sunset was flaming in the western sky and the wooded reaches of Folly mountain yvere shrouded with purple haze. The chill of night was creeping up from the canyon below, laden with the heavy fragrance of balsam and spruce.

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On any other night Dona would have given herself ov*er to the beauty and spice of the night. Now she was worried about Dudley. Swergin came out of his office, his heavy, calked boots pounding harshly across the porch floor. Dona greeted him with a winning smile. The timber boss grunted and his loose mouth spread In a wide grin. "Want a little company?” he rumbled. Dona arose and faced him. “I'd be glad to have you sit and talk to me, but I’m worried about Mr. Winters. He hasn’t come In yet.” Swergin scowled and pulled a chair toward him with a sweep of hts thick arm. “He’ll have to learn to take care of himself if he stays up here. Now's a good time for him to start.” “But, Mr. Swergin, he may have been attacked, just as father was. He may be ” Dona stepped to Swergin's side impulsively. “You must look for him!” “I’m to play hero and go after him!” Swergin continued to scowl.

THEY TELL ME

There’s Only One Jim THE Republican state committee meets here today to discuss ways and means of putting a little pepper in the campaign. At the same time, it will sit as a committee on grievances, to hear complaints and sing the blues. It must be admitted that the Q. O. P. campaign is flatter than the home brew I’ve been drinking. Senator Jim Watson’s one-man vaudeville act seems to lack the old punch and pep, and he isn’t drawing the crowds that were his in former years. That probably is because most of the jokes and cracks are getting a little stale and it’s tough to amuse men and women who are wondering about the source of the rent money. After Senator Arthur Robinson’s speech at Carmel the other night, when even the lights went out, the Hamilton county leaders admitted that the new broad “a” English he was using didn’t click and the fellow who sat in the front row told me that Arthur wasn’t doing a good job of “impersonating a United States Senator.” a a a But the big kickback at headquarters comes from the maudlin touch that Raymond Springer, G. O. P. Governor candidate, is putting into his speeches. The other day the phone rang at headquarters and an angry voice shouted: “For heaven’s sake, tell Springer to cut out the hooey about being glad to be In ‘dear old Podunk’ and the touches about home, mother, and the American flag. People are hungry and want speeches into wjiich they can sink their teeth.” Which brings to mind what our learned sheriff, “Buck” Sumner, has to say about the political conditions today. “When the belly hits the backbone, they’re ‘agin’,” says Buck. “And the only thing they want to hear about is grease, in the cook pot.” Springer already has been warned by party leaders about attempting to ape Jim's stuff and has been told that he can’t put it over. a a a $ That’s the whole trouble with the Watson tradition. Every candidate attempts to duplicate Jim’s gladhanding and backslapping, which only he can get away with.

“What am I to get for all this hero stuff!” He let his little eyes rove over Dona's trim figure. “Father will see that you are well paid.” Dona could not help but shrink under the creeping caress of his gaze. Swergin noted this and his smile returned. “What’s this boy friend worth in cold cash, being as I have to be paid?” His chin thrust out as he spoke. “He means a lot to me, Mr. Swergin, and I did not mean to set a money price on what you have done. Father and I owe you more than we can ever pay.” Dona fought to control her nattuai dread for the hulkig man who was staring boldly at her. a a a SWERGIN arose deliberately to his feet. “I don’t calculate to get paid all in"cash,” he spoke slowly. “I ought to leave that tenderfoot get shot so as to have him out of the way. Then you could tie to a real man, sis.” He bulged one big arm and winked at her. Dona flushed in spite of herself.

The Republicans are pretty glocmy and this, they tell me, is reflected in the expressions heard among state committeemen. One of the most astute Republican managers remarked today that the Democrats are a good 5-3 bet to carry the state. “In my opinion, there isn’t much to choose from between Springer and Paul McNutt, but the latter makes a better impression on the audiences without trying than the latter does with all his exaggerated good-fellowship.” Well—if that's the verdict from a Republican leader, then what are the voters thinking? You tell me.

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Morris markley, a bright young writing man from the east, got the sort of assignment that every newspaper reporter dreams of—he was told to get his auto and go traveling all over the United States and write about anything he saw that interested him. “This Country of Yours,” a book giving a picture of the nation from the point of view of a roving reporter, is the result, and it is uncommonly good; so good, indeed, that I am tempted to call it one of the finest books of the year. Mr. Markey seems t be a firstrate reporter. He covered 16,000 miles, visited dozens of cities and towns, and talked with almost everybody—with West Virginia coal miners, lowa farmers, Montana frontiersmen, Seattle business men, California hitch-hickers, Hollywood movie folk, Chicago white-collar workers, prisoners in a Miami jail, Wisconsin college boys and Pittsburgh steel workers. Out of it all he has created a profoundly interesting picture of America. The picture isn’t clear cut. It couldn’t be. But Mr. Markey, if he found much that was dismaying, also found much that was encouraging—the dim signs of the beginning of anew era, of an imminent redirecting of the American spirit. He finished his trip confused, a little frightened, but also with a new affection for his country and a feeling that the nation only is beginning to discover its energies and its proper goal. “This Country of Yours” is offered by Little, Brown & Cos. for $3.

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TARZAN AND THE ANT MEN

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She was suddenly glad he was going to look for Dudley, but she could not force herself to a show of friendliness with Swergin. He repelled to too much. Til bring Jointers in and tie him up where he can't gef away from you, "the man rumbled. “You won't have to bring hi*n in, Mr. Swergin, and you won't need to tie him up.” It was Dudley’s voice coming from the shadows at the porch rail. Dona started in surprise. “Oh, Dud, you are terribly late!” she greeted him. Dudley mounted the porch steps lightly. He looked as fresh as though he just had come from his room instead of a long, hard ride. He placed his rifle against the rail and took Dona’s hand. “How's your dad?” His manner was possessive.

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“Leave that gat at the corrals, where it belongs.” Swergin glowered at Dudley's rifle. “My mistake,” Dudley bowed with mock seriousness. He ckught up the rifle and- handed it to the big boss. "You just drop it at the corral, old chap. Thanks.” Swergin took the rifle and seemed for an instant to be on the point of hurling it at the trim figure before him. With a growled word, he walked down the steps. “Dudley,” Dona protested, “Mr. Swergin has rough manners, but remember father and I owe him a lot.” She could not hide a dimpled smile, however, at the neat way Dud had scored. “How’s dad?” Dudley seemed in rare good spirits. Dona overlooked the relation implied in his reference to her father. “He is sleeping and he's much bet-

ter. Now tell me where you’ve been.” She perched on the porch rail and moved a chair for Dudley. He accepted the chair and leaned back comfortably. “This is a great country, D! I rode miles and miles and went so far that it took hours to get back.” “But where did you ride?” bona asked. a a a ■pvUDLEY waved a hand in the general direction of Folly mountain. “Up on top of that mountain,” he answered. Dona looked at him. Then her clear laugh rippled out in the dusk. Dudley turned upon her and a frown knitted his smooth forehead. “What’s wrong with that?” “Oh, it just pounds lunny. You go riding all over Pony mountain while this killer, Ball, is hiding up

—By Ahern

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there ready to shoot all comers. Didn’t you even get a glimpse of him?” “Not a flash. Swergin's men were all the time stepping out from behind rocks and trees with guns all set, but I didn’t see a single black horse or cowboy rider.” Dudley grinned as though remembering pleasant encounters. “And you didn’t see any one else?” Dona persisted. “Not a soul. But I had my rifle ready and I'd have used it.” His smile disappeared and he looked at Dona gravely. “I have my own theory as to how this Ball should be hunted and I intend to prove I’m right about it.” “What is your idea? Tell me," Dona urged. “No, Watson, the master mind, must work out all details and weigh

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every clu* before unraveling the crime." “You’re very unsatisfactory and very mysterious, Mr. Sherlock, I shall reward you by leaving.” Dona hopped down from the rail. Dudley was on his feet instantly. “Aw. be a sport! Let's sit out here for a while. It's only a little after 8.” “I have to get some rest. Dad may need me at any hour and I didn’t get much sleep last night.” Dudley looked Into her eyes affectionately. “You have had a tough time in the last twenty-four hours. Well, run along to slumberland.” a a a DONA was busy caring for her father for the next three days and waited impatiently for Swergin and his posse to capture Ball. (To Be Continued.)

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