Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 138, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 October 1932 — Page 23

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BEGIN HERE TODAY BTAH BALL tceuiH ASPER DKLO. timber king, of crooked practice and of ordering men shot who try to check up on hi activities. Ball say* he U making • chk and Delo tell* him he personally will prevent It. Upon leaving Dclo’a office. Ball aavet DONA. Delo a daughter, from kidnaper*. He.lip. away when he find, who .he la, tailing her he u STANDBY black DUDLEY WINTERS, in love with Dona, ..I**;* wl,h her 10 Thr '* River* to get £?! 10 *2 lr J v * U P kil mad fight with Bail. They find Bail accused of killing a , ranger. Dudley ha* secured a license and ha* had a marriage certificate filled out to marry Dona. She use* the certificate after Delo la ambushed and wounded to ***P him from taking any more part In the hunt. . Ball I* caught by SWEROIN. Delo’* timber boas, while listening to Dona tell “ of her marriage. He escape*, but believe* her married. Dona rides out to find Stanley Black, who ahe believes is In the country. She meets Ball and thinks him Stanley Black. He promise* to rid the range of Ball. Valuable records are stolen from the office and Swergln's man Insists Ball wounded him and took them. A posse surrounds Ball. Dona goes out and sees * Ball escaping. Bhe shoot* at him and he fake* a wound, capturing her and taking her to A cave. Asper learn* of her capture and head* a posse but fails to find her. Ball makes Dona promise not to leave and goe* for water and food. Swergin finds 4 the cave and Dona. He wait* for Ball. Ball is captured and taken to a cabin. Dona is left with him while Swergin goes for men. Swergin return* with men and sends Dona on aheadH:* crew are a tough-looking bunch And Btan Ball know* they intend to lynch him NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THIRTY (Continued) "If Ball Is Injured while you are bringing him in I'll sign a murder comDlaint against you and your men!” Swergin reached out and chucked her under the chin with a thick, dirty Anger. "Sam! Get this little •pltflre out of here,” he yelled. / Sam was a beefy fellow, with a matted beard and bleary eyes. Dona never had seen him at camp. ' Now he thumped into the cabin bnd caught her roughly by the arm. Half-dragging her, he made his way outside. Realizing the hopelessness of resistance, Dona mounted the black mare and rode away at a trot. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE "QO you was warnin’ that gal agin O me?” Swergin thrust his face close to Stan's. "And if my hands we*e untied I’d smash your dirty face.’ Stan Ball’s eyes were hard as steel. “No use being a hog! You won’t get to camp out with her any more.” Swergin leered and his lips parted. “You dirty rat! You may string me up, but I’ll still be on your trail!” Stan hissed. Swergin stepped back. He was alone with his prisoner and so sure of them that he was willing to take his time. , "So I’m a dirty rat, eh?” "Get it over with,” Stan snapped. “There ain’’t no hurry. They don’t even know down at camp that you are caught.” Swergin smiled broadly. "You feel pretty safe with your Pass Creek gang at your back,” Stan sneered. / . “Pass Creek Is a nice place and nas a nice location,” Swergin chuckled, as though enjoying a big Joke.” “Hey, boys!” he called. "Come and get nim!” A half dozen rough timber men crowded into the room. They jerked Stan from the wall and pushed him toward the door. He went with his head up. His hat was brushed off, but he did not. ask for its return. , The men led him outside and mounted their horses. Ball was ordered to walk ahead of the leading rider. There was twenty men in the gang from Pass Creek and the file of riders, with Stan ahead, moved alowly toward Three Rivers by the Pass Creek trail. It was no part of Swergin’s plan to have the lynching done near the cabin in the timber. Stan plodded along over the rough

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i ground. His hand* had ceased long ago to have any feeling beyond a stinging numbness, and he had given himself over grimly to his fate. There was little chance that anything would happen to save him. The only friends he had were far beyond the rim of Polly mountain and he had made them promise that, whatever happened,, they would not ride into the timber country. His chief thought* were for the slender girl who had faced him In the cabin and whom he had come to care for devotedly. He was not sure that he had been able to convince her that he was wholly bad and had an aching fear that she was not safe with Swergin about. The big timber boss might have a plan which involved the girl. He had been able to get away with so much at Three Rivers that there was no telling what he might attempt., a a a THE cavalcade wound down the low divide separating the Pass creek trail from the Three Rivers slope. Swergin now had forged out ahead with another rider. "Looking for a suitable tree,” Stan thought grimly. Os one thing he was sure and that was that he would rob the big boss of any satisfaction he might expect from weakness or breaking on his prisoner’s part. Stan intended to give them a display of nerve that they would remember. Swergin halted In a clump of as-

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Beware the Boomerang! “Hateful to me as the gates of hell “Is he who, hiding one thing In his heart, utters another." nun SO sang Homer in his Iliad, and so think the thousands of Hoosiers who in the last few days received postal cards mailed frem Chicago, signed by the “Smith for President Club,” instructing them to scratch the names of the Democratic electors and insert the name of Alfred E. Smith. This stunt might work where the Australian ballot is used, but the instructions can not be followed in cities where voting machines are provided. Deceit never is used for a good purpose, and in this instance the thought back of the falsehood of a “Smith for President Club” is to invalidate the Australian ballot, thus losing thousands of votes for the Democratic ticket. tt a One is fooled easily by that which he loves, and working on the theory those back of the postal card distribution evidently believed that the persons to whom they were addressed, whose love for Smith never has waned, would succumb to the blandishment and lure of again casting a vote for the 1928 presidential candidate. Reports indicate that the cards were sent only to those persons who are of the same religious faith as Smith. That the stunt is not working is indicated by the number of calls received and the number of cards sent to the Ol’ Political Purist, denouncing the scheme as of Republican concoction. Whether this be true is unknown,

pens and motioned for the men to head off the trail. Stan was driven to the spot and pulled to a halt. Like a band of Cossacks, the men cloeed In about him and silently slid from from their horses. Jt was plain they knew exactly what to do. They crowded around their prisoner and the man who had been riding with Swergin unstrapped a lariat from his saddle and began uncoiling it. The big fellow who had driven Stan ahead of his horse shouldered to the cowboy’s side. "Yer goin’ where there won’t be much chance to snoop,” he grinned. “Got anything to say?” He bent toward his prisoner. Stan smiled and met the man’s gaze with steely eyes. "Only that I hope you enjoy the party.” The man grunted and backed away. "Get on the of that rope!” he ordered, as he tossed the rope over a limb above Stan’s head. Swergin crowded through the throng for a final thrust at his hated enemy. He glared at Ball as though disappointed at finding him so self-possessed. "You turned out to be pretty good,” he grinned. Stan refused to reply. “You and old Delo make a fine pair of fools,” Swergin continued. a a a STILL Stan refused to He had decided hours before not to tell anything he had discovered in his checking of the activities at Three Rivers. He was aware that this was a picked group of men who were in with Swergin and that if he did speak, no word of what he said

of course. But it is a type of stunt whioh the G. O. Politicians have practiced in Indiana in the past, and so is making little headway. nan It is on a par with the whispering campaigns again under way in the state. The postal cards are reacting against the purpose for which thfey were sent out. * Instead of causing Democrats to insert the name of Smith, they are rousing anger among the recipients, because they feel that the whole thing is part of a plot to mislead. As the Chinese have it—or is It the Eskimos? "He who tosses a boomerang would better duck.”

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would ret to Asper Delo or any one else. But he waa struck suddenly by a desire to stave off the tightening of the, rope that the big lumberjack was slipping over his head. "You can’t get away much longer, Swergin.” He gave the timber boss a level look and laughed in his face. "Who’s going to stop me?” Swergin gritted. "I sent In a report to the state and to the federal government. I even told them to expect just what you are doing right now and I’ve named half of your men.” There was a glint of triumph In Stan's eyes. He was lying, but he was scoring. A mutter rose from the men ana even Swergin was taken back. "We ain’t responsible for nothing. We’re working for the timber com-

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pany,” the big fellow who had adjusted the rope muttered. "You are guilty of theft and murder,” Stan shot at him. He was gaining a little time and throwing a scare into the dull-witted fellows who had him In their power. "I thought you had this all fixed?” The big fellow turned to Swergin. “Yeah,” a voice from the crowd put in. There was an ominous rumble from the circle of men and dark faces thrust toward the timber boss. "You dumb fools!” Swergin bellowed. “You goin’ to let this slicker talk you out of this job? He is just jobbin’ you. "Old Asper Delo takes the rap for all we been doin’. We been stealing the timber for him, ain’t we?” The men began to shift uneasily under his glare and the three who had dropped the end of the rope picked it up again.

"What names did you put In that report?*' one big fellow demanded. a a a STAN realized that here was an advantage. He faced them and smiled. "I’ll never tell that. Why should I tip any of you off?” "You’ll tell!” the big fellow edged in threateningly. Swergin shoved him back and stood facing his men like an old lobo wolf with his pack against him. “Are you boys yellow?” he roared. ‘Want me to do this Job myself with a six gun?” “Let him do it,” someone from the back of the group called. "Yeah. If he’s got names sent In, we’H be up fer killin’,” someone else suggested. Swergin was in a red fury. "You fellows are as dumb as the mules you drive. How could Ball send in

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the name* of the men who were to be here before this happened? He had to guess and noboby will believe his guess. He’s admitted that he pulled all these killings. While that girl was talking to him, he told her he pulled them. You can all get up and swear to that,” Swergin spoke slowly so that his words could sink in. "That's right,” the big fellow ferowled. "I’m ready to go.” But the men on the rope hesitated. Their first lust* to kill had lost some, of its edge. "I’m an officer of the law and I’m supposed to clear out and let you fellows do this. I can take care of all of you if I'm in the clear myself. but if you're going to make me shoot this varmint. I’ll be in bad.” Swergin paused and faced the men. Stan watched the faces about

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him. He could see that Swergin was about to win his point. "Or I can take him and let him spill all he knows before a court. How would you like that?” This was Swergin's trump card and he played It with a flourish. “I believe I'll do Just that.” The men stirred and began to exchange glances. "You've all had aveut,” Swergin went on. “String him up!” one of th® men on the rope snarled. "Go ahead; get it over,” another shouted. Stan knew he hadj lost the last chance. He set himself for the end. (To Be Continued) Double-decker railway coaches have been installed on some of the commuters’ trains to New York City.

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