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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Ta ARY M#MLISSA was on the £4 fourth rung down when “Honey Bee darted forward. The slim ladder poles stuck up waist high ve the rim. Honey Bee gave one of them a savage Kick. The ladder teetered outward! ‘Lissa screamed in terror. Below, Bob had a very narrow footing. It was not enough from which to exert a counter-balance on the ladder; to try it would send both people crashing down. He leaped instantly to a rocky knob a short way up, dug one toe and both hands into cracks there, and with his free foot reached out and steadied the ladder, swung it back to the cliff. It was a miraculous move, a matter of seconds at tremendous risk. «Slide down, quick!” he shrilled. “To the ledge.” : From above Honey Bee had seen only that her first attempt was a failure, that the ladder hadn't fallen. She stepped again to the rim, leaned to take the ladder in her hands and literally throw it and the white girl down to destruction. She was crouched for the determined thrust when—BANG!—a shot roared nearby. The ladder went over this time— and with it went Honey Bee herself!
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ARY MELISSA had slid down M as ordered, clung now with
Bob on the rock shelf no bigger than a table top. They stood frozen in horror at the drama before them. Both the ladder and the Indian hurtled in weird windmill fashion.
Once, twice, three times, each of them struck rock protrusions on the way down, sliding and crashing out of sight finally into the mass of tree tops and broken stones at the cliff. base. ‘Lissa’s involuntary reaction was a low, shuddering moan. Bob gripped her tightly, his muscles tense. The whole tragedy, from the first kick of the ladder until now, was but a matter of seconds. “She tried to kill you!” Bob breathed, relaxing a little. “She pushed you, the ladder! Then a shot—" «yOU ALL RIGHT DOWN THAR?” A familiar voice shouted down at them. “Hades!” cried Bob. “Oh! ... Oh! Hades! . . . Hades! Yes! ’'Lissa’s trembling a little, b-but I'm all right. I—I—here, ’Lissa, darling, sit down on the ledge and try to relax. It’s all right now. You're safe. It’s all over.3t’s terrible. I—"
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OB BARRY was a strong young man. Strong in heart and strong of muscle. But he had been through a great deal in the past week. He had weathered enough crises to last most men a lifetime. He needed white men’s food and rest. He had a right to be jittery there on that eagle’s eyrie of a ledge, clinging fiercely to the girl he loved. «PFust time I ever had to shoot a Indian squaw,” remarked Hades Jones from the rim, conversationally, “but by dads she had it comin to her! She’d a murdered you, | Miss’ M’lissy, ef I hadn't shot her.” «yes! Yes, Hades.” Bob looked his gratitude: “I'll never forget it. You saved her life. You were there! Thank God, Hades.” Lissa herself was still speechless, appalled by the event, and Bob
“ H’ old Territorial law allowed people to marry and git th’ license later, as I recc’lect,” said Hades, “but that thar required a witness and we ain’t got none. We got to hire more help.” “Where's Scott Holliman?” demanded Bob, suddenly remermber"ing. “Oh, him!” Hades paused to expectorate, generously and con_temptuously. “Why he ain’t here no more. I—I discharged him.” ‘“What for?” “Why, he talked too ‘free. He expressed some opinions—I better make the detail report to you in private, Bob—and he took out his pistol. Waal, the fact is, I shot his gun outen his hand, give him a
“I'm not sure he'd do, but—"|
canteen, and told him ef we ever see hide nor hair of him ag’in I'll shoot his fool head off, and by dads I will!” «“I—I don’t | doubt it, Hades! Thanks for settling that, too,” Bob
was amused spite of everything. “I suppose, sweetheart, there's only one thing to do now. If you feel like it, we'll start climbing!
down. Hades, there are ropes up. . there; you can tie one to a rock |/
and slide down to this point.” A “I would be¢ strong and ready, Bob, if I had pne more thing,” declared Mary Melissa. She raised her face toward his. He gave it to her. Twice, three times, soundly bn the lips. THE END
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SEASONING —By Thomas F. Norton
ort Story
UTH O’BRIANS eyes followed the quick, deft footwork and rapid-fire punches of Danny McGuire with approval. Then a frown wrinkled her brow as her dad, Pop O’Brien, Danny’s trainer and manager, yelled from the corner: “Cut out mixing it up, Danny boy. Time enough for that after the Jennings bout when you've had a little more seasoning.” Ruth suddenly remembered a paragraph she had read in the sport pages that morning. “Will Pop O’Brian’s coddling tactics with Danny McGuire cost him another championship? That is the question that many - fight experts are asking each other on the eve of the heavyweight championship fight. O’Brian’s well-known penchant for saving his fighters from as much punishment as possible may be laudable and humane, but hardly wise. If he had let Kid Regan mix it with Jennings in their fight two years ago, he might today be managing the champion instead of the contender. But nothing evidently will change Pop’s familiar, ‘He needs a little more seasoning.’ ”
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EAR Pop. With a heart as tender and kind as his features were rough and ready. Both a mother and father to her since her mother’s death in early childhood. Through short periods of success and longer ones of failure, e had managed to send her to school and through college. And there she had met Danny. It had been a year now since Danny had joined forces with Pop, straight from the college’s boxing team. He had come a long way since then. “This fight with Jennings,” Danny had said. “Then a year’s exhibition, picking up easy money if I win. Followed by a return match with Jennings that should put Pop and myself on easy street. After which, darling, we’ll be married, sail the seven seas, and—"
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“yg KNOW-—live happily ever after,” finished Ruth. “But hcnestly, Danny, I don’t see now you can get by Jennings with boxing. He’s a master of that phase of the game. Your only chance will be in mixing it up with him.” “I know, sweet,” Danny answered, “but Pop knows best. I'll have to do what he tells me.” And thus the matter had stood until now. But Pop’s warning to Danny suddenly determined her to
wasn’t yet entirely rational. He
do something. If Danny were beat-
thanked Hades in a strained, Un-|., jt might wreck his career, his
natural voice. “Jest sit tight thar and blow a spell,” Hades counseled. “You'll git back yore nerve quicker'n a jackrabbit jumps. 'Tain’t nothin’ but another .dead Indian, nohow.”
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ADES was as calm as the cliff itself. His assurance brought Bceb to his senses. “You're right, Hades,” he interrupted. “We'd be dead but for you, and your quick mind. I hope I can think as fast and move as fast when I'm your age. But — this is terrible.” “Shore ’tis,” agreed Hades. “But don’t let it bother you none. Why every trip usually has to have its trouble. This'n just got it over withh early. Now we cn go on with our work, diggin’ in this old ruins here .and collectin’ whatever vots and such truck. as you're after. Ain't nothin’ else likely to bother. I c¢’'n feel it.” “Thank you, Hades. I—I want wou to be top boss on our next expedition. . The commander. Il just do the archaeology. I'll let you do all the thinking when we come back, and—" “How’s that? You figgerin’ on leavin’ now?” We ain’t hardly got nothin’ done yit.” Uncle Hades was incredulous. “No, no, Hades! Of course, there's the work. But I have something else extremely impor- ~ tant to do. We'll have to ge right in today. I—we’re going to be married. Lissa and I, Hades.” Lissa was much calmer now. She smiled up at the old man. She would have spoken, but—
2 ” ” «gr KNOW all about that, young feller! You been sweethearts ever since the day I seen you both in Blanco Canyon. You young fools jest ain’t had sense enough to know it. Waal, ef it wasn’t for th’ license, I could marry you right now, m’self. I took out preachin’ " papers 20-odd years ago.” “Oh, Uncle Hades!” "Lissa beamed ‘up at him. His grizzled old head _ protruded over the rim in comical fashion. He was lying prone to talk to them. “Will you marry us? You shall! He's got to, Bob! I won't ‘marry you unless he does.” Bob grinned. “You hear that, Hades. It’s war if you don’t.” The verend Zachary “Hades” Jones was shining happily, and aptly none of the three gave ught to the amazing circum- ~ stance, the positions they held, - clinging there on the sheer face of a great mountain like so many birds. Either Bob or °Lissa could . have stepped four feet outward and fallen pearly 600. But the second top protruded there, steady
| life, their whole future She didn’t
want that to happen. Danny too much. | ; Pop turned, called to her across the yard of their little up-state farm that served as training quar-
She loved
ters. - | “Ruth! Hold the watch on Danny for a round or two while 1 get ready inside for his rubdown. And mind you,” he said, pointing a warning finger at his fighter, “no mixing it up.” She walked to the ring, banged the iron rod that hung suspended
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from a tree that served as a bell. Danny and his sparring mate, Snowy Baker, stopped boxing. “Listen, Danny,” she said, “go one more round. And this time go in there and mix it and see what happens.” - “But Pop said——" began Danny in remonstrance. “What are you anyway,” she cried angrily. “Something precious that must be wrapped in cotton? Or are you really afraid to get rough?” For a moment he gazed at her in hurt bewilderment. Then his jaw set in determination and he tore into Snowy. | 8 .» ” - HE few watching spectators started to cheer. Then as suddenly they stopped. Pop was rushing toward them. “Stop it, I tell you! Do you want to break a hand or cut an eye or something?” Snowy half-turned at the command, his head facing his opponent. Danny had started a left hook. It landed with | terrific force on his sparmate’s head. For a mom2nt Danny’s face went white, then he winced with pain and dropped his left hand. Pop was at his side in a jump. In feverish haste he tore the glove and soft bandages froin his hand. A jagged line of broken flesh showed across the back of it. Anxiously he felt for broken bcnes, breathed a sigh of relief when Le found none. “Will he be able to fight Jennings?” a reporter asked, anxiously. “You know darned well that Jennings’ manager won't agree to a postponement.” Pop led Danny toward the house. “There goes McGuire’s chance of becoming next champion,” Ruth heard Baxter tell a fellow scribe. Danny. paused at the remark, glanced significantly at her. As plain as though he had spoken she interpreted his look: “I hope you're satisfied.”
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~HE great open-air arena was © filled to overflowing. Baxter had kept the secret of Danny’s injured hand from becoming public. It had healed so rapidly he hated to hurt the box office. He only hoped that it would not open up till late in the battle. Ruth sat in wretched misery by herself in g@ ringside seat. As she sat there with the hum of the excited crowd all around her, she never felt so alone in all her life. She had wrecked Danny’s chances, Pop’s painstaking work, her own future. The only thing that could save things now was a miracle. Somehow Danny maanged to last out the round without being called on to use his injured hand. They were back on their stools. And for the first tirne’Ruth smiled when she saw Danny put his gloves to his head to push back the damp hair from his face. The gongz clanged for the second round. Ruth leaned forward tense in her seat. Danny started to rub his left glove along his side. His face showed sudden bewilderment. Jennings landed a left to his jaw that floored him. He fell on his injured left hand. He arose, went into a clinch.
2 ” 2 UDDENLY, he stepped out of the clinch, started swinging his left. Its sudden tattoo on the side of Jennings’ head left that fighter strangely bewildered. He tried to “clinch, but the thrusting fury of that left gave hini no opportunity. Then hooks, jabs and crosses raked the champion. Again he tried to clinch, and again he was beaten off. In a minute Jennings was groggy. Danny wove in close, set himself, swung a left hook that hit his opponent flush on the jaw. Jennings’ knees buckled, he tottered to the canvas. Silence for 10 seconds, then the crovid,. sensing that a new champion was born, let go with its roar of tribute. It wasn’t until a week later that Ruth made a very strange confession. “I steamed off the covers of the bandages, Pop,” she said, “just before ycu wrapped Danny’s hands. And I sprinkled them with white pepper. When his hands got moist the pepper went into the cut and irritated it. He had to punch to relieve it. You’ see, Pop,” she continued, sweetly, “you were right after all. What Danny needed was a little more seasoning.”
END (Copyright, 1937)
YOUR HEALTH
By Dr. Morris Fishbein American Medical Journal Editor HEN syphilis gets into your spinal system is produces serious changes which make up altogether a collection of disturbances called locomotor ataxia and Enown scientifically as’ tabes dorsalis. | Usually five to 15 years after ‘the person has first been infected and has been without adequate treatment for syphilis, these symptoms begin to appear. Occasionally they occur much sooner. There are many instances in
with syphilis and have not later developed this condition. Because the disease changes tissues in the spine, the reflexes. (particularly the knee jerks) disappear and there are changes
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