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CHAPTER ONE

HE postmaster at Blanco Canyon peered over his spectacles in order to study Robert Barry. “Looks like you'd oughta come in every week, young feller,” he remarked. “Here's a passel of it. More'n all the rest put together.”

Bob smiled in acknowledgment, but his interest was centered on the armful of mail. There were nearly 20 magazines; two or three, concerning archaeology and prehistoric people, the postmaster had never heard of before. Several Sunday editions of New York newspapers added bulk. And neatly tied by the postmaster for convenience was a stack of letters three inches high. Bob took these and grunted “Hunh” in surprise. They were mostly long business envelopes, with typed addresses. They were not entirely unexpected, but— “Yes! Yes sir!” Bob remembered to be cordial. “Guess I ought to, at that. But I have to ride horseback for 20 miles just to come in to Blanco Canyon. Can't you and Jim Farley arrange to send me rural delivery?” They laughed over the joke and Bob went outside. He stored the bulk mail in his car, then thumbed the letters. He opened the first one,

and for the next half hour sat on the running board of his sedan and read his mail. oblivious of Arizona's

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5 =x 8 IGHT of the letters were answers to a long classified advertisement which he had mailed

to New York newspapers 8 month

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ago. Of these, excited him: Dear Mr. Barry: You have advertised for a partner to explore the nt

ranch

on your I think. I am the vou need. I will leave day after tomorrow, and so should reach Blanco Canvon. Arizona, by Tuesday, accordI note your warning that we will be isolated in a wilderness, miles from any town. That won't matter. I know older people think we younger ones can't be happy without a crowd,

but I will prove it isn't so. My father was like that, too. You mav have heard of him—El-

worth C. Lane—because he went to Harvard too. Class of 1898. Father didn't study archaeology, though. (You see I know you are a Harvard graduate because

my lawyers reported that. I had them investigate you before writing.) Also I expect to do some of the work. I mean, something besides just putting up the money. I know a little about archaeology already. And

I'm reading books. You can investigate me to be sure you are satisfied as to my financial rating. (My lawyers said you would probably want to do that) I inclose cashier's check for $5000, for good faith, and will pay the remainder when I arrive. Cordially yours, M. M. LANE. P. S—I will wait for you at the leading hotel in Blanco Canyon.

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OB reread the letter hastily, and | He hastened

in some alarm. back into the postoffice.

“Say, Mr. Withers,” he called to “when does that mo-

the postmaster, tor stage get in from Tucson?”

Tuesday you know.” “Yes, but what hour?” “Due bout 1 o'clock.

tc—" “One o'clock! Jiminy! Well, lucky I came in today, else—"

“'Smatter, Mr. Barry? Bad news? You got to leave?” The postmaster

was a friendly soul. “No, no! Nothing like that.

1 didn’t expect him so soon. In fact, did like excitement. » Riu " : . mak reek. I didn't expect him at all, untii I “Of course, if you really want to, .qy 5.3 Week ed Be re could write around some. He sort of | okay,” he gave in, turning down | The light was unscrewed Meantook me off my feet. But his lei- | a narrow side road. while the partner drained the gas ter reads sensibly enough, I sup-| s a = tank “Okay,” announced Fa pose. He went on—" : " Y | NN felt very warm inside. He Shorter. man ig was evidently " 8 = 3 : ._|boss. “No, wait.” He was looking : must love her to go against his at Ann She thought sh 1d OB BARRY halted his talk. The better judgment. Then, suddenly,| so “ «we could SUS a

inclination of a maw who has been alone for weeks at a time is to be highly sociable in town, byt after

all this was private business.

“—Oh it's just a little land mat- | ter,” he evaded, and grinned good- |

naturedly at the Postmaster.

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be the financial backer, with a half interest in the entire proceeding. Courtesy at least demanded that he be consulted, since he was due so soon. $ & =» OB spent the remaining hour wondering what sort of fellow Lane would be. His letter sounded a trifie—well, youngish. Hope, the man isn't a dudish type. Or spoiled rich. That wouldn't do so well in the outdoors. Bob wanted a partner who could work up an energy as

They have grub here, you know, then go on

it's

Just happens a man, a man named Lane, is coming out from the East to see me on business, .and is due in today.

| well as an enthusiasm for this ex- | ploration trip. That old cliff | dwelling—a remarkable prehistoric | castle up 600 feet on the sheer side of a rock wall—was probably the most important ruin in North | America. It would take long, lonely | | weeks, but Bob felt that he might | | excavate it thoroughly and solve the age-old problem of what became of the cliff people. They were, indeed, | a forgotten race. a lost kingdom. No scientist knew what became of them. | Any scientist would gain fame and wealth if he could learn the answer. It fascinated Robert Wilson Barry, called Bob.

UST down the highway heralded the coming of the motor bus, on time. Bob walked to the postoffice, where it would stop. The driver threw out a bag of mail; and stood by the door to assist one passenger out. Bob strained to catch a first glimpse of his man, M. M. Lane. No man got off, however. Bob felt let down. He'd have to wait until next Saturday now, and he had been thoroughly aroused about it all. His face turned long in disappointment. But then the lone passenger, a girl, came up to him. “Pardon me,” she addressed Bob, “put is there—a hotel? The town is much smaller than I expected.” A suspicion instantly struck Bob! He glared at her, almost fiercely. He fumbled with his hat. “You—you—" he “What's your name?” She smiled, rather beautifully but in amused surprise, too. “Why, it's Lane. I'm Mary Melissa Lane. I am looking for a Dr. Barry, my business partner.”

(To Be Continued)

stammered,

Daily Short Story

NEW HAT—By Fred Ebel

“The Last Word Choked in Her

Throat.”

HE car was new, the afternoon | bright. Yet Ann, seated next the serious, lean-faced young man, | felt miserable. Here she had pur|posely bought this cartwheel sailor ‘hat with the blue bow for the ex- | press purpose of pleasing him, yet ‘he hadn't even glanced at it. That | was the exasperating part. But not unique. It had happened with the |black and white dress, with the {canary-yellow tennis ensemble, with |—oh, with everything! She glared |at him, felt like dashing the pipe out |of his mouth. |* “Where are we going?” she asked, | enowing very well. | For a moment the young man | took his eyes off the road, glanced |toward the slim auburn-haired girl “I was thinking of the

at his side.

usual drive on side roads, but I [think well stick to the highways. robbers you know.”

| Those | | n E- ”

| their cars stripped of valuable ac-

tell of being mercilessly robbed,

cessories, then drained of gas. She shuddered, thought of some excuse to turn back. : “Is—isn’'t it getting late?” He glanced at his wrist watch. “Only 3 o'clock. We've got the whole afternoon. ... Why?” “Oh, I just thought that—" The last word choked in her throat. A large black sedan had suddenly materialized in front of them. Where it had come from was a] puzzle, until she observed the rut] marks cutting into the road from | low pasture land. She gripped the young man's arm.

= " = “Y ARRY!” 4 “Yes, dear.” His voice was tense, understanding. And he had called her dear! Even when her slim body trembled she thrilled. He was trying to comfort her. She clung closer to him, spoke jerkily. Ann felt her whole soul sink. His

| E would think of that, Ann !. thought. Always looking ahead. | Always doing the right thing. So unromantic. But—she grudgingly allowed—so lovable. She felt angry at herself for not hating him. She

said, “Oh, that bandit scare is over. Besides, the police are patrolling all

“Tuesdays and Saturdays. Today's

side roads.” 1.580 much more why we should keep off them.” He cleared his

throat, “What did this morning?” “Oh,” she started to answer, and then because he had changed the subject, “Why don’t you take a side road? The scenery is much better. His face

you do

them. to watch, you said.” She flushed. That was true.

she felt regretful.

turned quizzical. “I thought you never especially liked There weren't enough people

She La

Those reports about the bandits were no myths. Motorists had come back on foot (0

hesitant awkward attempt at mak-

|ing his voice sound casual told her ‘the awful truth. The car was defiInitely the ill-famed one. Even now she could see the heads of four | people, two of them women, as the car slowed down. Blood drained from her face. “Larry, they're slowing!” Then, in |sudden inspiration, “Speed past {them!” 5 & |

EFORE she finished the sedan

turned at an angle, blocked the road. Brakes squealed, and the smaller car stopped just in time to avoid a collision. A short man jumped out, ran to the coupe. “Fork over the dough, buddy. And {hurry up!” | A wallet was passed over. “Twelve lousy bucks!” he spat ot. Well, I s’pose that’s about all you

lookin’ dame like that for a blind,” he said, opening the door.

* He began thinking rapidly. If this | M | nd You r

fellow Lane believed in action, as he | maybe I'd better |

obviously does,

Manners

EST your knowledge of correct social usage by answering the following questions, then checking against the authoritative answers below: 1. Should the platter on which a turkey is to be carved be much larger than the bird? 2. How is the turkey placed before the host? 3. Where does the carver begin on a fowl? . 4. Is it correct for a man to stand or sit when he carves? 5. Should all the meat be carved from one side of the turkey before beginning the other side?

What would you do if— Your table is small and will be crowded on Thanksgiving Day— A. Carve the turkey in the kitchen? B. Let your husband carve the turkey at the buffet instead of the dining table? C. Let him do the best he can in a crowded space?

Answers 1. Yes. 2. Its neck to his left, its tail to his right. 3. By cutting off the leg nearest him. 4. Either way he prefers. 5. That is the usual way.

Best “What Would You Do” solution—B. Though neither

NN held back Larry’s arm. “No, Larry. They'd kill you.” She was suddenly calm. This turn in events was her punishment, made her feel as if she'd repaid in part

for her foolishness. She followed the man, | “The” dame's right, buddy. But don’t worry. We just need her for a little while to fool the cops.” In the speeding sedan Ann sat between the women, stared into | nothingness, wondered what was to become of her. And of Larry. Where was he now? Would she ever see him again? For what seemed hours she brooded on these nightmarish thoughts, when a wailing siren jerked her upright. A police car was | driving the sedan into the ditch, blocking it by angle parking. The short man turned around cautioned menancingly, “Not a peep out of you!” Guns drawn, the officers advanced, opened the doors. : “Better behave,” a plain-clothes man warned as the two men reached for coat pockets.

. HAT'S the idea holding up tourists?” demanded one of the women. . “Tourists, my eye! You're wanted for those car holdups.” “But—" The plain-clothes man laughed.

young lady with. you.

the right side.” Ann's mouth opened. told you about my hat?” lon of gas under the front seat

house and gave the description.”

“You shouldn't have taken this We could spot her right away with that cartwheel sailor hat and blue bow on

“Who—who “Your boy friend. He had a gal-

Phoned us at the nearest farm-

Ann's mouth stayed open until it |ofa closed an hour later by kisses

OUT OUR WAY

WHY,

A BUCK ! YOU CAN'T SHOOT. + THEM ~~THEVY GOT TQ HAVE TWO POINTS ER MORE ON THEIR HORNS

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Q—What was the Zimmerman note? A—An intercepted dispatch sent by the German Foreign Minister Zimmerman to the German Minister in Mexico, and made public on Feb. 28, 1917, which disclosed the fact Germany was attempting to embroil the United States in a war with Mexico and Japan. For Mexico's part in the alliance with Japan against the United States, the States of Texas, Arizona and New Mexico were to be given to Mexico. The publication of this note aroused great bitterness in the United States. It was the final blow in the breach that had been widening between the United States and Germany as a result of the latter’s submarine policy.

Q—Have more people been killed in auto accidents in the United States than in all the wars in which this country has engaged? A> During all the wars in which the U. S. has engaged as a nation from the Revolution to the World War, Americans killed in acticn or who died of wounds numbered less than 300,000. The total number of deaths caused by motor vehicle accidents in the United States from 1922 to 1936 (excluding 1924, 1926 and 1927) was 330,619.

Q—Are russet oranges sweeter than bright ones? A—Contrary to common belief, analyses made by the U. S. Department of Agriculture indicate that

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A—In the United States, refineries on the Texas Gulf, California, and the East Coast around New Jersey are the largest. East India, Persia, Russia and Germany probably follow in that order in the rest of the world.

Q—Who was Charles Fenno Hoffman? A—An American author, 18061884. His principal books were: “Greyslaer,” an account of the Mohawk Valley; “A Winter in the West” and “Wild Scenes in the Forest and Prairie.”

Q—Where may I purchase an old Army rifle? A—They are sold only to members | of the National Guard, or to civilians who are members of rifle clubs. Applications must be made through | the National Rifle Association, Barr Building, Washington, D. C.

Q—Are there any holidays that are celebrated as legal holidays in every state? A—New Year Day, Jan. 1, and Thanksgiving Day, the last Thursday in November, are legal holidays in all the states, territories and colonial possessions.

Q—Where is the center of the hat manufacturing industry in the United States? A—The centers are in Connecticut, New York and Pennsylvania, extending from Danbury to Philadelphia. Q—Where is Caviana Island? A—It belongs to Brazil, and is 35 miles long and 20 miles wide, lying in the north mouth of the Amazon River below the equator. Q—Who was Titian?

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By Dr. Morris Fishbein American Medica! Journal Editor OLD sores occur most commonly around the lips, but they may occur anywhere on the body Usually they cause burning or tin- | gling of the skin, after which the | group of blisters will appear. Their appearance has been related with an attack of fever, prolonged exposure to wind, or sun, and the eating of certain foods. Many women have them regularly just before or during periodic functions. Most physicians are convinced that herpes or cold sores are due to a filterable virus—an organism so small that it cannot be seen through an ordinary microscope. It is believed that this organism affects the nervous system. 2 ” ” THER physicians are convinced that the sores are wholly of nervous origin. The exact cause has not been absolutely established and there may be multiple causes. Fortunately, herpes or cold sores usually disappear within a week. They may, however, recur. There are many different treatments, most of them involving substances of a drying character. Certainly it is important to keep the areas clean because any tissues damaged by blisters which break are likely to be subject to secondary infections. The ordinary drugstore cure involves camphor, alcohol, alum and similar agents, one seeming to work about as well as another, 4 4 8 PHYSICIAN may use stronger remedies, depending of course on the state of the blisters at the time he first sees them. Few people consult a doctor about

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“It condemns the lack of morals in the younger generation and wonders where they're heading for.

SO THEY SAY

The Japanese army, like rny well« trained force, prefers the wffensive to the defensive, but I am a, resent restrained by my Government, which continues to hope for settle= ment without further bloodshed.—

secondarily infected or so many in| number that they are a serious annoyance. The cold sore should not, however, be confused with an attack of the shingles, which is also called herpes. The cold sore is called herpes : Lieut. Gen. Kiyoshi Katsuki, Japa-

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cold sores unless they happen to be

simplex. The shingles are called {iyo : herpes zoster. nese army chief in North China.

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