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THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES | . By Williams TAKIN' CAKES AN' FRUIT TO TRADE WITH TH' SOUTH

SEA ISLANDERS 1S DUMB. WHY, YOU OUGHTA KNOW

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CAST OF CHARACTERS CAROLEE COLTER, heroine, prospector’s daughter. STUART BLAKE, Eastern “dude” tourist; Carolee’s lover. HENRY COLTER, prospector.

PAUL AND SILAS COLTER, prospec- |

tor's sons. NINA BLAKE, Stuart's sister. Yesterday: Carolee befriends an old Indian woman who has broken her Jeg. And Stuart manifests very definite romantic Interest in Carolee.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

HE two reporters slept late next morning and so missed | some pertinent conversation incident to the search for Paul Colter.

Sheriff Watson arrived at the Lodge just at daybreak. He hadn't slept, and he wanted coffee badly enough to arouse the Lodge cook for it. Stuart Blake, deeply concerned over the matter anyway, was awakened by the sheriff's arrival and came out promptly.

“What luck?” Stuart asked anxiously, there in the kitchen. “Plenty; maybe too much,” was the laconic reply. “What—what is it? Paul Colter?” “Set down,” the sheriff commanded. “I'll sip and tell you. We found him, right enough. We wasn't expecting it just that minute, but the dog run off to one side and howled. We want over there and | bv George there was Paul's body. | That was about sundown. Old man Colter and that Silas, they sure took | it on the chin.”

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TUART was staring as if en- | tranced. The Sheriff resumed. |

“Paul's’ body wasn't much both- (him, and she was mutely glad she |

We got his gun. It hadn't been shot. And he had some water and grub left, too. Damned if I can say yet what killed him, till | we can git a doc to see the body. But there's one thing more—this.” The Sheriff had reached into his coat pocket and removed a handful of rocks, four or five of them the size of walnuts, “These here, Blake, are the daggondest pieces of ore I've ever laid my eyes on! I've hung around mines all my life, and I've never seen rocks that showed more gold!” Stuart took the pieces and fingered them. The Sheriff had not exaggerated at 2ll. The pieces seemed to be two-thirds virgin metal—the prettiest possible de-| posits of free gold. Stuart knew nothing of ore specimens, but even | he could sense the extreme wealth of them. { “Then he found his treasure!” Stuart breathed. “Even though he | died!”

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“W RECKON he must've, This shows | it, right enough. Tsent the body back by some of the boys, with the Colter men, and I looked around. I couldn't find no claim monument, in | the starlight. I looked the best I | could around where we found him, and I couldn't see no more gold.” “But-—but where did you pick these up, Mr. Watson?” “Right outen his hand! I'm telling you his fingers was clutched stiff around this gold! He knowed what he had, son! He must've been headin’ out to tell it. But don't let it out, yet. Say nothing. Don't want no gold rush up here. It's] Colter's anyway, if anybody's.” { The sheriff was more excited than

|ing about it, but was laying low and waiting. I'll question yore old [nan before I leave, but I reckon |it’ll be the same tale. This puts a [new slant on it all, though.”

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“ar don’t get it,” said Stuart flatly. “I don’t neither, now,” the officer admitted. “I thought I had | comething doped out, but maybe I ‘ain't, with yore own pap mixed in 1t. “I'll tell vou, son, what I had figured. Old man Colter and that Silas—they had it doped out that you slipped up and put Paul Colter out of the way becase he shot at you in the store. They figure you Killed him." “ME?” Stuart almost shouted it, so astounded was he. He had forcotten that Carolee told him the same thing. “Yep, you. I sort of put two and two together on it myself, and it looked possible. Now it don't.”

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HAT evoked a lot more talking, but it didn't net anything. Pretty soon Stuart remembered that Paul had been found dead. He knew

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Carolee would be under great stress by it. Yrve got to go at once,” he told the Sheriff. “That girl—Carolee Colter—I'm fond of her. Fact fis, Mr. Watson, I think a great deal of her. I'll go up there and do what I can.” The Sheriff grabbed his arm. “Nope you won't!” he commanded. “You stay away from them Colters. I don’t know nothing about the women, but I been talking to the men. One killin’ is enough in this case.” Stuart did a lot of thinking dur-

ing the next hour or so. “If somebody shot old man Colter,” he told himself, “then we both have a third party to contend with. | But who?” y Then a thought struck him, a possible answer. “The Sheriff! Watson! He knew everything. He tried to minimize the accidents and the shootings. He wanted the gold discovery kept secret! Then he could |go up there undisturbed, ostensibly hunting clues to Paul's murderler! Jump any claim he found! Sa-a-a-ay ...!”

{ (To Be Continued)

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LOSER'S LUCK—By Janet Doran

ort Story

HE snapped open a monogrammed cigaret case and held it out to her, but she refused, tly. She stood to gain dignity, but he was still so tall she had to look up to

had worn her new spring suit of pale gray gabardine, and the pale lilac slik blouse, and her new gray suede slippers—until he spoke.

“Did anyone ever tell you, Portia, that you should wear violets?” he asked gently. “Blue violets? They belong.” “My name,” she stated stiffly, “is Mary Wrenn—not Portia! And I did not ask you here to discuss my appearance, Tip!” “Order,” he corrected her gently, “you ordered me here, Portia, under threats of violence, mayhem, the

bastille, and no-can-do any money. |

But some one should send you blue violets just the same! With those gray eyes, and that gorgeous coppery ENE hig “My ‘hair. ‘is ‘brown,” ‘Mary snapped, “and I'm too busy for flowers!” She grabbed up the clipped file of papers in panic and waved them

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a sheriff is supposed to de, but then |

he hadn't had such a case before. | He swigged two cups of coffee, | warmed himself bv the stove, and | finally regained his judicial calm. | He was obviously doing some deep | thinking, because he didn’t speak any more except ‘with “yes” or “no” for several minutes, Stuart | went outside to see the cowboys and |

the guide who had ridden with the | he told her solemnly, “it ‘wrinkles |

“‘Five Thousand a Year!'”

at him. “At this rate, Tip Patten, vou won't have enough left to pay your phone bill at the end of the month, much less living expenses!” “You shouldn't frown like that,”

HAT'S 90 bucks,” “when I give that bird a

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ARY swore she'd never go. Then the statements won out. Over | $300 worth of—nonsense! It made | her positively ill. | Tip kept her waiting 15 minutes | and then yanked the door open and | strode toward her, holding out both | hands. Why should she let him grab both her hands, when what | | she wanted to do was slap him, kick | him, bite him into some kind of [ subdued reason? | “Portia,” Tip yelled excitedly, | “does the old mountain toddie or does it toddle? ‘Gosh, but you're a sight for sore eyes! And darling, where are my flowers? Did that! wretched florist forget to send you | my white violets?” Mary closed the door firmly on | | Miss Sylvester's straining ears and glared at him. She held out last | month's florist bill for $89, but he | | merely grinned, lacing lean, long | fingers through his shock of tawny,

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officer, and brought them in for | vour lovely little nose, and all little | 13; “the little girl who obeys the

coffee, When they had gone back to their | horses, Sheriff Watson lingered with Stuart again

. EMME ask you something, voung man,” he began. “When did vou first meet this here Paul Colter?” Why, when I first got to town. To Phoenix. I mean. I ran into him in a clothing store. Potter's Store. Sells saddles and such, and—" ‘Um huhm. I know. You and him had a little set-to there. Right?” “Yes, sir In a way. Nothing serious, but—" “But he took a shot at you with his gun! Wasn't no accident—now was it?” He eved Stuart hard. “Well, no: since you ask. Matter of fact it wasn’t, But it wasn't important. Misunderstanding. I got a sock on the jaw out of it, and 1 deserved it. The b#y’s sister—"

girls with brief, straight noses should never scowl—it's fatal, always!”

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“QP NIVE new polo ponies,” Mary began desperately, in a choked

gasp, “a cabin cruiser, and a bear- |

skin coat. actly $100 a week. Five thousand a year! ever fee was intended the executor of your father's estate!”

“Hock was going to sell the horses |

to a crook, and they'd have starved, so I had to buy them. And the cruiser was a gift—finance company was going to grab it away from Pete. The coat helped Skets Monahan to stay at Pi K.A. another year.” “You'd better get a job, then, and go to work.” Mary said wearily, “if your charities must eat up your inheritance, Tip.” “Would that be cricket?” he

Tip, your income is ex- |

And that includes what- |

countered blandly, “snatching jobs?” : | She sat down, abruptly, aware “ EVER mind. IT know about you | that she could not reason with him. and the sister, too. Now you |Her fingers curled around the was up in the mountain the other checkbook to his father's estute, day by yoreself, and happened to and Tip grinned and Mary rememget into some trouble. That's right?” | bered sharply that he ‘was really “No! Not that kind of trouble, 29, and she only 27, that she had I mean. My horse got killed, but | practicing law, successful law, four he fell over a cliff. You see, my |vears, while he wasted his tithe and dad had been shot at, and—" | his inheritance prodigally. “YOUR dad?" | “No more money, Tip Patten, un“Yes. Why? | til June 1,” she said grimly, “so get The sheriff eyed Stuart keenly [busy and figure out how to live on again, Stuart was obviously con- | promises until then!” fused by the trend of the questionme. “You mean yore own pappy, old man Blake, was up there and got | shot at?” | counts. Rent—for one large office “Yes! He was shot at, and never | and smaller one—$100. Typewriter, saw who did it! They might have | Second-hand, $50. Desk, $35. Desk killed him!” set, $15. Bookcase, $30. Telephone “Hmmmm! TIT hadn't got that,” | installation, including extension, $10. the sheriff mused aloud. “Wail, | Stationer’s supplies for printed letlisten—did you know old man Ool- | terheads, envelopes, stamps, paper, ter, Paul's brother, had been shot | etc., $25. Filing case, $20. at 00°" {| She ‘was reeling, ill, as she “No!” grabbed the phone and shakily gave “Fact. He swore to it, and one | Tip's humber. bullet creased his hip. I saw the | “Tip,” she gasped ‘weakly, “Mr. wound. And how you say yore pap | Timothy Tnvers Patten!” done likewise, Jeastwise got shot at.| A smooth, secretarial voice ahOolter said he hadn't done ho talk- | hounced, “Mr. Patten's office! Mr.

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® Ww Ww HEN her real headache began. Bills. Tnventories. Slips. Ac-

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glad when lunch intermission came. Her client's case rested, and she | wondered who John Turner had re- | tained for defense. She had a pret- | ty solid case against him, she thought. She passed Toni's, saw Tip, and only then remembered she had intended ignoring his lunchebn invitation. He stood up, helping her with her furs, and she felt resentment slipping away as his hands touched her shoulders. The waiter brought hot, thick, Russian broth and tiny golden croutons. Tip pinned a bunch of purple violets to her lapel when they were through luncheon, and said, “so long, honey—see you in court!” and

ing him see reason on those accounts, ” » »

HEN John Turner's case reopened, and she looked up, and there was Tip standing toward Judge Freed's bench, his face quiet and grave, his brown eyes steady. She was too astonished to realize what had happened until the jury filed back again. Then she stood up, shakily, to congratulate Tip on winning the case. “And you weren't faking your client,” she told Tip soberly, gathering up the papers to her lost case. He stuffed them into her briefcase, smiling soberly down at her, his brown eyes tender and yearning. “No, Mary,” he said gently, “I wasn't faking those accounts, either. My fee for this case is three hundred, and I sold the fur coat for two, and leased the ponies for five hundred to Bill Craine.” She stared up at him. He had

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Rich man of the village, he has a face that ‘would stop a clock and a con-

science that would stop at nothing.

It starts in this space next

MONDAY

Watch for him in Racburn Van Buren’s great daily comic strip

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called her Mary-—-not Portia. She felt the lump growing in her throat and tried to wink back the blurring tears. She managed to say shakily, “So now you'll get along all right without me, Tip!” “Not much,” Tip said tenderly, “not on your legal life, honey. Tl heed you more than ever how, Mary. Don't you see?. You're the treason why I went to work. So I could convince you there's no brief for Portia. ‘There's just—love. Tove ih ‘my heart, and a ring, and sharing whatever I have.”

THE END [Gobyright. 1937. United Feature Syndicate] The characters th this story ure fletitions

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“You know more about diamonds than I do, Elsie. Which would you marry?”

Men aren't interested in wothen | when they rig themselves out in funny hats. Just look at any woman you meet on the street and see if you can keep a straight face. ~Mrs. Helen Washburn, noted authoress.

Th treading some beautiful poem, when I am trying to move my audi-

ence to ears, I find it a fascinating distraction to watch this modern girl smearihg her mouth, oblivious. —Dr. Louise Pound, Nebraska University.

We still are thinking in primitive terms of apprehending the footpad

and the ruffian, while today crime is incorporated —Special Prosecutor Thomas Dewey, New York.

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