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CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE STAN BALL sat on his horse and looked down over the slopes of Folly mountain. It was good to be back after fighting the desert. The air was clear and free from dust and the crystal water that tumbled freely in every little canyon was sweet and cold. He sighed and lighted another cigaret. The sun just had shoved'clear of a fringe of high timber and hung .like a radiant shield above the forest. Stan patted the neck of his black mare. “Looks too peaceful, too big, to be bothered about a few men shootlr one another,” he mused. The mare shook her head impatiently and her nostrils moved with a sensitive response. Stan finished the cigaret and crushed its glowing end on the horn of the saddle. “We got to line up a few things over at Blind River, lady. We might not be back this way again—that is, not after we get through with the Job we have to do.” Stan raised in his saddle for one last look over the valley below. When he re-entered the valley that afternoon, he meant to execute a grim mission and leave swiftly. Now he could drink in the familiar scene without hurr. His eyes traveled down to where the timber camp lay and a dreamy look came into them A swirling spiral of smoke caught Ball’s eye. It was rising from above the opposite ridge. Stan, always & good woodsman, noted that the fire was more than a camper’s cooking blaze. "Some fool tenderfoot has let his campfire get into the spruce,” Stan said to the mare. The smoke increased in volume while Stan watched It. Ordinarily he would have ridden straight to the spot and tried to put the fire out, but now he w'as not free to go where he wanted. Others would see the smoke and would go. Stan mused a little longer. It was very early and the fire might sweep nto the heavy timber and spread beyond control before anyone saw it. With a grim smile, he sent the black pounding down the slope in the direction of the fire. This was -in line with the foolish things he was used to doing. He would likely have to do some fast work to keep from being captured after he had stamped out the blaze, If he could do that. nun THE trail, across the valley and up the far slope was rough and Stan had no desire to have the mare twist a leg, so he held her in and took the run at an easy lope. They struck the Pass Creek trail and thundered along for a couple of miles, then swung off to the left. • The smoke was heavy now and indicated that the fire was in pitch or pine wood, possibly green standing timber. Stan burst into the clearing that surrounded Swergin’s hidden cabin to find the walls on two sfdes ablaze. He pulled up and like a flash his trained eyes took Jn the situation. "Been set,” he snapped. The black mare pawed impatiently and swung around. "There might be someone inside." Stan spoke a thought that had struck him instantly. Leaping from the black mare he ran toward the cabin. Long tongues of flame licked upward around the walls. Stan shielded his face with his arm and plunged ahead. He was forced to retreat when ten feet from the door, his clothes smoking and his hands smarting. He ran around the cabin and approached from the unbumed side.

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A dash brought him close to the wall and he slid along in Its shelter until he could reach around Into the flames and smoke and jerk the door open. Bending low, he leaped inside. The room was dense with smoke and spurts of flame shot between the logs. The heat was Intense as Stan took in the scene. The pile of clothes Swergin had left in the center of the room attracted him He pawed them over and tried to look around the room. There was no sound, and he called loudly twice. Only the crackling flames answered. m a STAN bent low and whirled toward the door. He could stay no longer. As he leaped, a groan came to him from the west wall. Whirling, he sprung across the room and his outstretched hands touched a crumpled figure. Stan grasped the man around the shoulders and tried to lift him. The limp form was bound fast to the wall. Like a flash Stan whipped out his saddle knife and slashed the rope. The return to safety was a mad scramble and Stan suffered an agony of heat and choking fumes. He staggered out into the clearing with his burden and laid it in the grass, then sat down to choke and cough the smoke from his lungs. When he was able to see again and had recovered his breath, he bent over the man he had rescued. Turning him over, Stan stared at the blue and choked features. “Asper Delo!” he muttered in astonishment. Then he went at the work

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Indiana’s Senior Senator IN the face of all the campaign ballyhooey issued by partisan organs, it is interesting, on the eve of an election, to learn just what the rest of the country thinks of Senator James E. Watson. The non-partisan news magazine “Time,” in response to the request of seven Plainville (Ind.) constituents of the senior senator, publishes an interesting appraisal of him in its Oct. 31 issue, which, for the purpose of keeping the record clear, is reprinted partially in this column. It tells that he was born in Winchester, Nov. 2, 1864, the son of a country lawyer, that he was educated at De Pauw, where he played baseball, and in 1887 was admitted to the bar, practicing with his father. In 1892 he married and moved to Rushville the next year, where he now makes his home. Says Time: “In 1894 he first was elected to the house of representatives, where with one interruption he served for a dozen years. He learned political strategy under Speaker Joe Cannon, who made him a trusted henchman. In 1908 he stepped out of the house to be beaten for the Indiana governorship by Thomas Riley Marshall, later Democratic Vice-President. “Politically jobless, he reverted to law, became a lobbyist for the American Manufacturers’ Association. In 1913 the house investigators of the A. M. A. lobby publicly flayed him for capitalizing on his personal congressional contacts. Laughing off a scandal which would have buried a less brazen politician, he wriggled into the senate in 1916, when Indiana's Benjamin Shively

of restoring the old man with grim speed. Asper came around slowly, not injured to any great extent. He recognized Ball as soon as he opened his eyes, and a smile parted his blistered lips. "If you can make it 111 try to cut back some of the brush around this cabin so that the fire will not cross the clearing” Stan grinned. Asper tried to hold Stan back. He wanted to tell him something, but his throat was so dry and tortured from the smoke that he could not speak. He lay back and let his lungs pump themselves clear. Stan tried every trick that he knew to keep the flames from spreading and then returned to Asper. But his work was futile. The old man would have to ride in and get help; that was the only way a disaster could be averted. He ran around the cabin and ducked through the smoke. Stopping where he had left Asper. he looked around, then his lips pulled into a straight line. The timber man was gone! “QTILL bent on taking me, I guess.” Stan spoke bitterly. "Thinks he can get a gang of men here while I fight this Are.” Tossing aside a green bough he had been using to beat out grass flames. Stan whistled to his mare. He might as well make a run for it before he had to use a gun to get away. He had a foot, in the stirrup when a husky voice halted him. “Just a minute, Ball.” Stan whirled to see Asper run-

suddenly died. There as an old guardsman he has served continuously since. ... “For political support he shrewdly has ridden every popular wind, from the Anti-Saloon League to the Ku-Klux Klan, which has blown over the Indiana electorate. “Because they liked him personally, Republican senators in 1929 chose him as their floor leader when Charles Curtis vacated that difficult job for the easier vice-presi-dency. Officially, the President’s spokesman in the senate, he has eaten many a breakfast at the White House, but rarely rises to defena Hoover from partisan attack. Privately criticised for failing to back up his chief, ihe was once reported to have snorted, “How can you stand behind a man with St. Vitus dance?” “Pork” for Indiana and tax and tariff measures are his legislative hobbies. No famed bill bears his name, though he squired the home loan bank act through the last session, after it had been handed to him ready-made. As Republican leader, his chief job has been to smother legislation unwanted by the White House. “He has long thin legs, a paunchy body, a massive head set tight on heavy shoulders, small beady eyes behind pince nez. His clothes are correctly impressive. He keeps his shoes well shined. “His political motto is: ‘I always try to be good-natured’ and he generally succeeds. He is the senate’s most inveterate handshaker and backslapper. His formal senate speeches are blowsy spectacles of noise and buncombe, in which he rotates his arms furiously, shakes his great head, bounces up and down on his spindly legs. “Insensitive to any form of criticism, he was caught last year buying stock in a sugar company from a tariff lobbyist, payment being made by an unsecured, unindorsed, non-interest bearing note. He wisecracked: ‘The stock's no good and my note’s no good, so the score is 0-to-0, with no hits, no runs, two errors—my taking their stock, their taking my note.’ “Impartial senate observers rate him thus: A veteran legislator lacking the national outlook of statesmanship; a party leader without sufficient followers to make a party record; a stand-pat conservative typifying a passing era of economic thought: a consummate politician, tricky and at times treacherous, who somehow has come unburnt through scandal after scandal; a “lovable old humbug” (in the words of the press gallery) who is threatened with political extinction Nov. 8.”

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ning through the smoke toward him. "I had to get a swallow of water to talk.” Asper held out a grimed hand. Stan took it without hesitation and his old grin burst through the ashes and sooty patches on his “I’ve been a fool, but I know everything now.” Asper’s voice was only a rasping whisper. “This was more of Swergin’s work?” Stan waved toward the mass of flames that marked the cabin. "Caught me on the way down to Pass Creek.” Asper’s eyes blazed from sooty hollows. "You better get down and give an alarm,” Stan suggested. “I’ll take you behind the saddle to the edge of the clearing.”

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ASPER caught Stan’s arm and his eyes glowed. “I'll stay here. You go down. Swergin made a threat to go to the camp and to take Dona or to see her." Asper’s voice wavered "He wouldn't dare do a thing like that with all the men there, but. I wish you'd ride in, if you will take those chances. “I’ll stay and fight this fire and keep it in the clearing.” Stan bent forward. His face was black with anger more than with smoke and ashes. ‘Til ride in,” he gritted between his teeth. Tossing his saddle knife to Asper. he whirled and sent the black mare hammering down the mountain. (To Be Continued) A non-inflammable awning material has been produced.

RABBIS' VIEWS VARYWIDELY Synagog Function in Life of Today Debated. By Scripp-Bnward \evtpaptr aift'ance CINCINNATI. Nov. 4. Two widely conflicting views of "The Relation of the Synagog to Jewish Communal Life” have been expounded before the Central Conference of American Rabbis, meeting here. Rabbi Mordecai M. Kaplan of New York declared that the main function of the synagog is to reinforce the Jewish consciousness by

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“giving meaning and soul to collective Jewish effort.” Rabbi Sydney E. Goldstein, also of New York, argued that “the function of both synagog and church is not so much to organize the community as to reorganize the social order.” While Rabbi Kaplan stressed importance of Jewish federations and Jewish welfare funds to foster Jewish communal life in America. Rabbi Goldstein urged that both synagog and church take their stand against • incompetence, injustice and corruption” in the present social order and become “protagonists of a world that is fair and just and righteous.” “This is no time for a compromise with conditions,” Goldstein said. "We are witnessing not a depression nor even dislocation of economic machinery, but a breakdown of a social system.”

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