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BEGIN HERE TODAY STAN BALL accuK* ASPER DELO. timber kin*, of crooki’d practice and of ravin* ni*n ahot who try to check up on hi* Activities. Ball says he is rr.akln* • check for cattle interests Dcio ->* he will prevent it, in person Upon leaving Delo's office Ball saves DOtfA. Asper a daughter, from kidnapers Teaming her name he tells her he is STANLEY BLACK and •lips away. DUDLEY WINTERS loves Dona, He agrees to make Asper give up the wild Idea of going to Three Rivers and running Ball off the company property. Dora goes with him They flnd a man-hunt in progress, with Ball as the objective Asper Is badly wounded from ambush. bu ( can not be kept in bed. •Dudley produce! a marriage certificate that Ihev had been prevented from using bv Dona' s being unsure of herself. Thev tell A .per they are married NOW GO OS WITH THE STORY CHAPTER SIXTEEN fContinued.) ' Sam Dean married you,” he said Elowly. His anger seemed to have melted and his hand was shaking. “Why. D, you should have told me! This has been a pretty poor honeymoon!” ‘ Now you see why I wanted you to give all this up and come back with us?” Dona's eyes were clouded with tears. Asper's gaze rose to Dudley’s face Dudley blushed and stammered, “I sort of overlooked asking for the bride.” Stan Ball tried to pull himself away from the window, but he could hot. He was fascinated by the starry, tear drenched eyes of the girl he loved. He felt an urge to leap through the window and shake Dudley Winters savagely. Why didn't the fool comfort her? Why didn't he take her in his arms and kiss those tears away? Asper Delo’s deep voice broke in on his thoughts. “I guess I'm an old fool, but Bwerg’n's blundering made me see red. Os course your happiness is all that really counts with me. Now what do you want to do?” "We want you to stay in bed for ft couple more days and then go back with us and help us get a home fixed up.” Dona's soft alto was tremulous. "Sure, that’s just what we want.” Dudley seemed suddenly to have come to his senses. Stan Ball pulled back from the Window. Dona had been keeping the marriage from her father. One . thing relieved him. That was that Asper Delo would be out of the man hunt. He would have only Swergin and his gang to worry with. Stan’s anger against Asper Delo had suddenly lost its edge. * He determined to get away, regardless of whether he was caught making his escape or not. tt tt H ASPER DELO’S voice rolled out into the night. It was softer now and held a hint of mellowness. The old timber king was completely taken back by the new twist of events. He cared more for Dona than for all his timber workings. He completely lost his wrath as the tw'o young folks stood before him, flushed and happy. "You tell Swergin to take care ol this hunt and to stay with it until he gets his man. He need not report to me any more. "Now you youngsters, run along find let an old man think a bit.” Asper lay back among the pillows and smiled. “I’m sorry it came about, like this," Dudley stepped to Asper's side as he spoke. "But I'll take care of Dona and make her happy.” Asper raised, on one elbow. ‘‘You’d better, young man. You'd better!” He sank back and half closed his yese as a sign of dismissal. Dudley caught Dona's arm and pushed her gently from the room. Ball remained flattened against the wall. A wave of loneliness swept

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over him, a bitter wave carrying with it a vivid reminder of what he had become. He could not even see Dona again or be near her. He would have to strike for the Mexican border and live by his gun. That is the law of the man who is branded killer. He never can turn back. His guns always must swing ready at his hip. for he is outside of society. Stan took a deep breath and edged back along the wall. He did not halt at Dona's window, but slid past it. A light shone out from under the blinds and he could hear a voice inside. but he did not wish to eavesdrop. He had reached the corner of the building and was about to turn and retrace his steps to the place where hr had left the cache of food when he felt a hard, flngerlike object jab him in the back. A gruff voice commanded, ‘‘Put ’em up, Ball, and keep ’em up!”

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Ax Hovers Over Jim IT'S an ill wind that blows some one no good. Thus chant the younger Republicans, as, sitting back and twiddling thumbs, they wait for'Nov. 8 to remove from their path the principal stumbling block to reorganization of the party —Senator James E. Watson. The younger Republicans (and that phrase includes many whose hair has thinned about the crown and grayed about the temples.), demand anew deal. In the past, when the party rode to victory on the crest of the. Ku Klux Klan, the Anti-Saloon League, and prosperity, their cries were muted and their efforts weak—but now their day has come, they tell me. With defeat of Jim should disappear the old guard and place holders who have fed parasitically on the party. And so new dealers sit around the Columbia Club, and, with jubilation in their hearts, wait for the day of reckoning at the polls. They ache for a Beveridge to hold aloft the torch of regeneration, but they have no leader. And that, they also blame on Jim. He is the reason for the party’s failure to develop militant leadership, they charge. m n u Suspiciously, these Young Turks, as they are known, await the program to be outlined by Will H. Hays, movie czar, who comes into the state today to plan an aggressive campaign at headquarters. Frankly they voice their fears that Hays is coming back to knock off the 1934 senatorial nomination—and they don’t want Hays. Charges are made that, to subordinate all political figures to himself, Watson has picked weak sisters for the Governorship. They point to Warren McCray, Ed Jackson, Harry G. Leslie, and Raymond S. Springer, as the horrible examples in proof. To them Springer, because of his weak, subordinated campaign, has become symbolical of Roosevelt’s phrase, ‘‘the forgotten man.” Without mincing words, they charge that Watson is ready to sacrifice every other person on the ticket, from Hoover down to township trustee, to obtain his own reelection, and contend that because

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Twisting his head as he raised his arms, Stan could make out the bulky figure of Swergin behind him In the dim light he could see a fiendish grin on the thick lips of the timber boss. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN STANLEY BALL laughed shortly. Here was a fitting finish indeed for the whole mad undertaking. Ball was determined that the big timber boss would have to shoot him down to hold him. There was to be no capture and no show to be staged after the moon came up. Swergin leaned forward and Jerked Stan’s gun from its holster. He went over the lithe form of the cowboy with a heavy hand, satisfying himself that there was no other weapon concealed on him, then he snarled, “Walk straight ahead and keep out of the light from the buildings!” Stan realized that he was going to be made a prisoner and left to

of this sacrificial attitude the party has lost in prestige and respect. The Young Turks also proclaim their detestation of Senator Robinson and hope that out of thus defeat may come an opportunity to purge the party of the old alliances, cliques, and factions and bring about a sturdy new and progressive Republicanism. All they wait upon is defeat—and they need no assurance that it inevitably will come in November—so they lift no finger to stem the tide. All their efforts are concentrated in sitting in their club and predicting that Watson will get fewer votes from this Republican retreat than his Democratic opponent, Van Nuys. Thus they are waging a passive campaign, ala Gandhi, aganist the Watson theory of political behavior based on the double-cross.

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BY BRUCE CAJTQN IN ‘'Beyond Desire,” Sherwood Anderson still is groping for the key to American life—groping in confusion and wonder and occasionally in terror, but always with a deep tenderness for people and with a profound poetic insight. Sometimes, in this book, he seems to feel that machinery is the key —that a worship of the machine is to be the land’s salvation. At other times he leans toward Communism as the new religion. In the end he is not decided; but meanwhile he gives you a beautiful and moving novel. The plot is slight. It is about Red Oliver, son of a doctor in a Georgia mill town, who wants to get himself in rapport with the spirit of his age and fails because he can’t figure out what that spirit may be. He plays baseball, fumbles about blindly with a woman who dazzles him, works in the mill, and at last goes drifting northward, waiting to ally himself with the luckless mill hands, but not knowing quite how to do it. Finally he gets Involved in a Communist strike in Noah Carolina and is shot to death by a national guardsman. That’s all. But you get to know Red Oliver almost as you know your own brother; and you get to know the others, too—the mill girls, the townsfolk, the rulers of the town, all the actors in the perplexing and chaotic drama which incarnates the perplexity and chaos of America itself. “Beyond Desire” is publised by Liveright, and sells for $2.50.

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sweat while Swergin got his mob together. He decided to test the big fellow behind him. ‘‘You are an officer of the law, Swergin. I demand a safe place and a guarantee that there will be ho mob action.” Stan bit off the words shortly. They had the effect he had expected. ‘There ain't no law agin reportin' this catch,” Swergin growled. Stan understood what that meant. Swergin would be in the background and his men would do the actual lynching. It would save a lot of trouble and expense. They crossed to a dark cabin without windows and Swergin relaxed his vigilance enough to kick open the door. “Get in there!” he snapped. Stan stepped into the inky blackness and as he entered he slid to one side. Swergin, with typical

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thickheadedness, pushed in after him. Like a flash Stan struck out and, as he did so. raised one booted foot in a desperate kick. His aim was as true as it could have been in daylight. Swergin’s gun went clattering to the floor. Stan leaped across the doorway and flattened himself. He heard a muttered curse as the big boss tried to get his other gun clear. With eager fingers Stan sought on the floor for Swergins gun. He found it and leaped up to shove the heavy revolver into his captor’s face. So rapidly did it all happen that Swergin was covered before he could get Stan's gun from the blazer pocket where he had shoved it. As he felt the cold steel of his owm. weapon shoved into his throat, he, cursed loudly.

“Shut up or I’ll drill you*" Stan snapped. Swergin was instantly silent. “I’d kill you, Swergin. but the report of your gun would wake the camp.” Stan had recovered his own gun by this time. As he felt for it his fingers closed upon a square of cardboard in the boss’s- pocket. He took this, too, and backed out through the door. ’’Stay in there!” he hissed. Swergin stayed while Stan barred the door with a heavy plank. Hastily then he cut across the clearing to where he had cached the supplies. He must have food to live upon and now he was sure Swergin would tighten the pack around his little area of safety. * J* M THE moon just was shoving over the shoulder of Folly moun-

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tain. The buildings of the timber ; camp were still in darkness, but the clearing was crossed by a band of silver light. * , Stan hurried because he knew that In half an hour riding would ' be almost as dangerous as in dayI light. He caught up the burlap sack of supplies and headed toward the black mare. The night was still, ■ with a chill silence that comes to i the high country from its crowns of snow above the valleys. The black mare nickered softly j as Stan approached. He slid through j the thick brush and patted her sleek neck. Not ten feet down the slope a white patch of moonlight 1 was creeping upward. > Fastening the sack securely behind the saddle, Stan prepared to j mount. His hand rested a second

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on one pocket of his jumper and he felt the cardboard he naa taicen from Swergin. Pulling it out he stepped into the moonlight and looked at it curiously. A beautiful face smiled up at him. the face of Dona Asper. Her hail framed her face softly and she wore a filmy evening gown that clung against the soft whiteness of her throat. Stan stared at the picture for a full minute, then his eyes hardened. Swergin must have been in Dona s room. That was how he had come to catch Stan. Sinking down on one knee, the man stared at the picture he held. The white band of moonlight hao moved up the mountainside. It covered Stan's head and shoulders with a silver radiance. (To Be Continued.)

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The prisoner saw them beating irons in a fire near the hut of the witch doctor. The latter was squatted before the entrance working rapidly with numerous charms—bits of wood wrapped in leaves, pieces of st<be, some pebbles, and a zebras tail.

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