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CAST OF CHARACTERS ROBERT BARRY-—hero, explorer, MELISSA LANE—heroine, Barry's partner. HONEY BEE GIRL—Indian; Barry's party. HADES JONES—pioneer; member BarTy's party.

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——— Yesterday: Safe back in camp, Bob is the center of a conflict between two women. Melissa realizes for the first time that Bob means more than a mere

business partner to her. ARS “HADES” JONES was + working over near the stream bed, now dry and usually so, which lay at the foot of the great cliff. He was cutting sapling poles—long slender ones—with which to make ladders. He stopped swinging his &x to rest when Mary Melissa came through the bushes toward him. “You aren’t expected to do this hard labor, Uncle Hades,” gan. “Wasn't Mr. Holliman hired for this?” “Ain’t never shirked no work yet, Miss M Think I'm gitttin’ old, do ve?” “No! Oh no! Sometimes I think you are younger than I. But—" The old closely, kindly. “Somethin’s on yore mind. been cryin’.” She sat down on a rock, and he waited patiently for her to talk. “Uncle Hades, what do vou think of—of the cook? The girl?”

CHAPTER SEVEN

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, jars and grain storage jars, would | more likely be worth $1000, | ® Ww Ww ORSES were not native to this continent. They were brought here by the first Spaniards. Horse | patterns painted on walls of pre- | historic ruins probably are due to | Spanish invasion, as at Canvon de | Chelly or Canyon del Muerto, Ari- | zona, far to the north of Defiance | Castle. But horse patterns on still earlier relics, especially on pottery pieces, might indicate descent from | or communication with Asia. Each | such piece would tend to strengthen | the theory that America was popu- | lated first by Asiatics, hence each

| such piece was of high value. Holli{man knew that. | «Jars with horses on ’em? Whole i jars?” Honey Bee nodded.

| “All right, I'll bite. What you

“you make thee love, try marry thee white woman?” “Hunh?” Holliman was shocked with surprise. “you make thee love, Miss Lane. Keep her away from Bawb. I show you thee cave with horse jars. It was sort of fantastic, funny even, this strange proposition. But Holliman got the point. He pushed his floppy 10-gallon hat back on his head and grinned, but he told Honey Bee it was & bargain. “You do it—without me. You know?” Honey Bee scowled at him, in her peculiar manner. She looked a little vicious then, for all her wild beauty. Holliman sobered. “Yeah, I see. I get paid for making love and keeping my mouth shut, while you take Barry. It's a deal. It oughtn’t to be such a mean job, nohow.”

(To Be Continued)

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“Why she's a godd—'scuse, ma'am —she's a danged redskin squaw, ain’t she?” Uncle Hades’ manner | suggested that such a classification | was sufficient to damn her irrevocably, forever and ever. ‘Lissa nodded. i “I mean—is she—is she all right? | Oh, Tl tell you, confidentially, Un- | cle Hades. She is throwing herself | at Dr. Barry! I think she imagines | he’s in love with her.”

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ADES chewed on his tobacco for a few seconds. I seen that already,” he stated | calmly. “I been figgerin’ what to do about it.” “vou have seen it?” Mary Melissa was surprised. “You did?” “yes'm. Everybody has, I reckon, except Bob hisself. Blind young squirt. Not that he ain't right to me. ma'am, but—Ilooky here, Miss M’lissy, ain't choo Sort of took to

him yoreself?” His jaw stopped working as he peered at her intently. Her blush was answer enough. The old man cackled in friendly laughter. ‘Honev.” he patted her shoulder paternally, “I ain’t figgered it out | but don’t you worry none. I'd see him roast on coals before I'd let any Indian make a fool of him.”

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NCLE HADES meant just what he said. In the rare times when the old man grew reminiscent and talked of yesteryear, rip- | snorting tales of death and danger came from him. Ten years hence he and all his kind will be dead— that grand army of self-reliant men and women Who pioneered | western America, who fought nature and Indians alike, and tri- | umphed by sheer force of character | and brawn. The 1930's saw these great ones in their sunset years, and if a real Indian fighter lingers until 1945 it will be =a miracle. Hades Jones was one of the hardiest. The old man picked up his ax, | resumed swinging. He had the skill of long experience. And he had nany a labor-saving trick stored away. Holliman was for lashing the cross bars or steps to the ladders with small rope, after setting them into notches. Hades made a | stronger ladder in half that time | by heating an iron rod and burning holes through the uprights, then inserting his short steps therein. Mary Melissa was able to help him with the heating, and she trimmed the step ends with a hatchet. “In two days we'll have ladders all the way up,” Bob predicted. “Who will place them?” ‘Lissa asked. “Holliman and I. There are | enough safe footings, mostly. We'll | chisel a few, I'm anxious to start excavation up there, Miss Lane. | vou must be next one up. It's— | it’s marvelous!” |

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HE tingied with enthusiasm, | Mary Melissa saw. Honey Bee | Girl kept to herself for the two busy | days. That is, she said little, but | she observed much. She had been | rebuffed by Bob, who hadn't per- | ceived her purpose, but che was by no means admitting defeat. She knew some paleface tricks as well as Indian wiles, and she meant to use | them. The very decorous manner in which Mary Melissa now sought to gain Bob's personal approval did not, escape Honey Bee's notice. Why should a white girl, miles from civilization, spend half an hour on her personal toilet each morning, gnd again before each evening meal? What mattered it, on =a rough outdoor expedition, if one’s hair were not curled and set exactly right? Or if one’s rouge were not applied perfectly, and clothes meticulously dainty and clean? Honey Bee Girl, however, came from a race whose dominant characteristic is patience.

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HE watched her chance to catch Scott Holliman alone, at some distance from the camp. She came quickly to the point, as usual in her conversations. “you want to make money,” she suggested, scowling, but not looking directly in his eyes. “Why—yeah. Don’t ever’body?

| head away | stricken brown eyes. | romantic—your hope to write and | publish a book and be famous. But

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“There Were Weeks of Feverish

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EVA WALTON was alone on the balcony. Behind her were the

| lights and music of the Merrivanes’ |

party. But in her heart, keeping time with the music, was the utterly hopeless refrain: “Part is proposing | to Amy Winters . Bart is pro-| posing to Amy . . . “It's a sweet little story, Bart— but vou'll have to change the ending!” That was what Amy Win-

| ters had told Bart Evan two years

ago, when he asked her to wait for

| him.

“Change the—ending?” “It's simple. Find another girl!” Amy went on, turning her blond to avoid his hurt“It's all very

the cold fact is that you're taking the first job that comes along—not much of a job—and you're planning to spend every spare minute writing.” She turned her blue eyes to his. She shrugged daintily. “I just don't see where I come in!” ” ” » " MY, you didn't talk that way —all through college.” «1 know. But college is over. Oh, I'm sorry, Bart. It was all—fun. But I have to look out for Amy now!” “Amy—when the book is successful?” “Oh—then!” She laughed. “Well,

if I'm still in circulation!” o = ou

NE night Reva Walton found him on a streetcar. She took his thermos basket upon her lap and settled herself beside him. “Bart!” Startled, he smiled. Reva!” “How's the book coming, Bart?” A brown curl danced beside Reva's ear. Her cheeks were almost as red as her jacket. Bart flushed. He had told Reva about the book when they worked on the college paper together. It was so easy to tell her. She always listened, shining-eyed, to every word. “I've scarcely got started, Reva,” Bart answered. “You'll think I'm all talk.” “Oh, you'll get going, Bart. I know the book is going to be great. You can write!” He wrote that night—the memory of Amy's brittle laughter softened by the trust and belief he had seen in Reva's brown eyes.

“Oh, hello,

Writing.”

eyes studied the new lines in his face. “You have to ‘write ‘when you're tired, don't you?” she asked softly. “Yes. Evenings. By taking lunch I get some time to write at noon.” “Bart, let me type for you! Wouldn't it be easier if you could just sit comfortably and write—and not have to think about typing?” “It would be immeasurably easier, Reva. But I can’t let you do that.” “You mean—Amy. She wouldn't like it, I supose.” He told her then about Amy. told her the whole story. “I'm sorry, Bart,” she said. ‘“Maybe when the book is finished—" ayes. If only it isn’t too late!” Amy was being seen everywhere with Al Bradley. Everyone knew it. “I can’t blame her,” Bart told Reva one night. “Al has a real job, with Roark publishers. He's a relative of the Roark family. He'll be getting ahead.” There were weeks of almost feverish writing, with Reva at Bart's side, every night. At last Roark pubiishers had the manuscript. After days of waiting it came back —with a note. Bart's mind was almost numb as he waited for his streetcar the next night.

” ” ” «UMP in, Bart!” It was Amy, smiling, be-furred-—driving Al Bradley's car. “So, Bart, the book was a washout!” “How did you know?” “Oh, I guessed it.” “Al told you.” “Maybe. Anyway, Bart, surely you'll forget writing now. Take time to look for a real job. Be somebody!” Misery ‘was in his eyes. “I don’t know, Amy. I can't—think!” “You'll come out of it,” she assured him gaily. “Start going around again. You've missed some good parties.” He went to see Reva that night. He carried the manuscript and the | note. She took them from his | hands, smiling gravely. “1 saw Amy today,” Bart told her. | “She knew about this. She wasn't surprised. “We'll surprise her,” Reva promised, without looking up. She was studying the note. “I believe those publishers think the wrong girl is getting Our Hero!” “That point bothered me,” Bart confessed. ” " ” , ELL, back we go to work, Bart! We'll change the ending!” After weeks of work, Reva and

'M getting under way, Reva,” he said when he saw her again. “That's great, Bart.” Her clear

Mind Your Manners

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Test your knowledge of correst social usage by answering the following questions, then checking against the authoritative answer below: 1. Is gold edged letter paper considered in good taste? 2. What is meant by =a “bread and butter” letter? 3. Is it good taste to wear heavily scented body powder? 4. Is the phrase, “I am acguainted with him” in good usage? 5. Is it good manners to clear one's throat raucously?

What would you do if— You wish to be excused from the table before the others have finished eating? (A) “Will you pardon me, piease?” (B) “Will

What's eatin’ you, woman?” Holliman was also mafter-of-fact. «J know more about thee Indian caves.” Honey Bee's speech had its

brogue. ‘Thee white man, in thee big |

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cities, they pay for what I know. “That so? How's that?”

«J can show you many fine jar. |

Many big ollas, pots and things. In cave. Not broke. dollars. Some with thee horse design. You know?” Holliman knew. Most outdoorsmen do, in the Southwest. An ancient pot, from some prehistoric ruin, is likely to be worth $100 or

Worth many |

you excuse me, please?” (C) “Please pardon me for leaving?”

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1. No. 2. Letter of thanks sent to one’s hostess after being =a house guest. 3. No. 4. No. better. 5. No.

“I know him” is

mote 8s & museum piece. A horse |

Bart again prepared the book for Roark Publishers. “Let's go to the Merrivanes’ party next week,” Bart suggested. “Let's | forget the book and have a good | time.” It was a great party. Everyone was gay. Bspecially Amy. She had quarreled with Al, who was sulking and she had eyes only for Bart. “Bart, dear,” Reva heard her say, “I've something to tell you.” “I'm first!” he said quickly. “There's something I want to tell you!” Reva turned away blindly. And so Reva Walton was alone on the balcony. “I didn’t know it would hurt so much,” she thought. Then she stopped thinking—just stood listening, while wearily, over and over, the music beat out the refrain, “Bart is proposing to Amy. . .” “Reva!” It was Bart at her side. “Reva, the book is accepted! Our book!” “Bart—you're sure?” = ” = y OSITIVE! Tonight Amy's changed attitude made me suspect that the book was accepted, and that she knew. I had to hear it from Roark himself, so I went off and telephoned him. He told me” “Bart, I'm so glad.” But Bart's hand had closed over hers. “Reva, will you marry me?” There was a long moment of silence. Reva's voice, when she found it, was broken and tremulous. “She—Amy—wouldn’t have you? pa said you had something to tell er—" “I did! Reva, two years ago I told a story to Amy. She advised me to change the ending. I thought I couldn't do it.” “I know, Bart,” Reva confessed in a tremulous little voice. “Sometimes my heart did tell me that something ought to be done—or the wrong girl ‘would get pur hero.”

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YOUR HEALTH

By Dr. Morris Fishbein American Medical Journal Editor

BECAUSE we are creatures custom, far more attention is

given to the presence or absence of | the hair, its color, its straightness or | | curliness, qualities than it merits from any | point of view except that of vanity. It is doubtful that the hair jtseif |

its excess, or {is other

has any effect whatever on health. Hair on the human body gives support tm the belief that man once was coverad with hair like other animals and that the change in his habits and exposure of his body to the sunlight resulted in the general loss of most of his hair. If we study the various races of man we discover some with hair that is usually straight. A hair

that curls is usually flat in appear- | ance when seen under a microscope. |

Straight hair is usually cylindrical.

When you look at a hair under |

the microscope you find that it has three layers, a central, an inner and an outer layer, Today much more attention is being given to the care of the hair than was customary a quarter of a century ago. hair for women was a rarity. Since bobbed hair has come in, the upkeep on the hair in a family with a mother and two grown daughters would pay the family medical bill for a year and leave plenty over,

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RDINARY care of the hair is not a difficult matter. The hair should be washed often enough to keep it clean. For short hair, washing should occur at least once in two weeks and for long hair once in three weeks. If the hair is too dry, a small amount of oil may be rubbed into it after drying. Dryness of the hair is due to lack of the oil secreted by the glands of the scalp. When the hody in general is in ill health, the hair is likely to be ill

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Before 1915, bobbed |

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also. Falling of the hair after any serious illness is exceedingly common. When the body begins to improve and its hygiene to reach an optimum state, the hair also will return to normal. Condition of the blood is closely related to the hair, for the blood supplies nourishment to the scalp exactly as it does to the rest of the

than to pull that old gag about worki

secretary, so he knows better ng late at the office.”

|body. Therefore, a good supply of | high quality blood is important for the well-being of the hair. Out of this simple fact have come a half dozen or more treatments for falling hair which, however, have failed to restore hair, In some later | columns in this series of articles some of these devices and methods will be described.