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Love On The Line

By PAUL FRIGGENS

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CHAPTER SIX

MARK WENT to bed but he couldn't sleep after leaving Carrie! Lane. There in the shadows, she |! had stood close to him, called him | Mark. “Mark, I am afraid, terribly | afraid,” she had said. And he had | wanted to take her in his arms, |] protect her. | All through the next day, Mark pictured Carrie Lane, heard her] calling his name, until it seemed | he could not wait another hour to see her. Even Ma Parmley noticed | his preoccupation at the supper table and promptly laid it to Carrie Lane, loudly—all of which didn't | “Tha help Mark's embarrassment before | == =———- — the other homesteaders. | Saturday, Mark saw her, late in | HOLD EVERYTHING the afternoon as he was passing the | hotel. His nerves tingled. She had | come to town to stay with the Tay- | lors Her soddy would be completed Monday and she would move in. “Might be a long time again before | vou'll see me,” she told Mark jok- | ingly, as he stopped apparently casually, talk with her and the] Taviors ‘Doesn’t that celebration,

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RED RYDER! somehow he couldn't quite bring himself to it. All right raised hei right with winked at Ed, minded his wife

terwar i — afterward = MOVE. RYDER I KNOW YOU'RE BLIND AND 1T'VE COME T° SVUARE ACCOUNTS WI TW Yau? , .

THEM GO 1 PARTY AT THREE POINT RANCH YOU CANT SEE Tiki B16 DOCTOR FINOM UP EYES , SO ME STAYUM HERE’

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with us,” Mrs. Taylor brows. “Wouldn't be all} if you didn’t.’ She] who promptly rethe Taylors were going to the dance, too, if Mrs. Taylor could “scare up a clean shirt” somewhere for him. { n n xn CARRIE and the Taylors were reacy and waiting at Sioux Springs House when Mark came for them Carrie wore the same white dress she had on that first day Mark saw COPR. 1940 BY NEA SERVICE. INC, YT. M. REG. U.S. PAT. OFF. Looking at her, Mark was | “Hey, Jimmy, here I am—over by the stuffed hippopotamus.” speechless for a minute. “You sure | ee rein look nice,” he told her, awkwardly. | FUNNY BUSINESS The Taylors had put on their Sunday clothes and they looked little like the homesteaders who! had come to town earlier that day. Mark's white boiled shirt and gray suit had wrought as great a change. Carrie was happier than he had | ever seen her as they walked down | Main St. to the dance hall over Bill Williams’ general store. Togethew they made a striking picture—Mark, tali, imposing, handsome; Carrie on arm, gay, laughing bonneted head held high. Intuitively, denim-, clad homesteaders and hooted freighters reached respectfully for their hats as the couple passed, oni fathered in curious little knots in £1 I their wale DR \ Ft TR | = 0 of iy "he party was well under way 2 ; Mark led the way up an stairs to the low-ceilinged dance hall. A solitary fiddle | whined above the din of dancing | and conversation. Mark recognibed the “Arkansas Traveler.” The small room was hot, crowded. Lanky, awkward young ‘“soddies” lined the dance floor, packed | to overflowing. Carrie saw quickly | the men outnumbered the women | three to one, felt every eye upon he: They tling, Mark's It

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freighter who was stomping | about the floor pumping his part-! ner's arm for dear life. And there | were more like him. They laughed | The noise grew louder | they moved faster and | shoving, twisting, | Never had Carrie at-| a dance like this and yet, | had she been happier. ] came back to the Taylors | breathless, Carrie flushed, wilted; Mark perspiring, more handsome, Carrie thought, than ever, “Well,” boomed Ed Taylor, | "guess it's safe for us to tackle, | that you and Mark got out alive,” and added, “but don't think, Mark Deuel, you're gonna have all them dances to yourself.” | He winked broadly as the solitary - fiddler, mounted on a box at the Wa RE NER Ve 3 end of the room, struck up again | GEE-REE Ee with “Devil's Dream” and the din | | Ere f . foe Tue 6CRn0 was resumed. | AA 4) 5 7 = OOM T # JAMES A. { BST LONG! THEY DANCED till midnight.| €GANRLEIELCDO, Oo Sone Mark and Carrie, danced waltzes | IN I1I8830, WAS A WERE PRETIN and two-teps, and the schottische | REPRESENTATIVE, TOLGWM AL and the square dance, whirling until| A SENATOR-ELECT QUBWY it seemed they might drop, and lov-! AND A BUT NOT ingly every precious minute of it - OVE Mark holding Carrie in his arms, | PRESIDENT-ELECT. ENOLEM.. drew her closer on the last waltz, TM. REG. US. v1 OFF till he felt the sweetness of her golden hair against his cheek, her face close to his. Somehow, Mark knew intuitively Carrie Lane was as | breathless as he And then it happened. It was a | tag waltz, Mark felt a heavy slap on his shoulder and turned to face Ashton Oaks. Instantly, Mark saw the man was drunk, reeling. He | tried to ignore the agent, but it was too late. Carrie saw him, too, went white “Sorry

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[BOUT TIME YOU TURNED ON YOUR HEADLIGHTS, ISNT IT?

THESE ARE THE LAST OF MISS TWIST'S GUESTS, MARCUS. YOU WiLL TAKE THEM TO THE HOUSE

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mv dance,” Oaks said | through thick lips, and moved be- | tween Carrie and Mark. (sald, but it was too much. Grasp“Sorrv, but it isn’t,” said Mark [ing Carrie tighter, Oaks stood there quietly, trving to move nut onto the [for a second, staggering, sneering floor again. Oaks shoved Mark aside [Then he said it, so loud he could roughly, taking Carrie in his arms. be heard across the room —“Your Instantly, the other dancers, sensing (partner? You might be interested troukle, drew back, left the three {to Know, Mr. Deuel, I spent the

| gan. Panting, his collar torn open, Oaks was hurried from the dance hall hy brawny homesteaders. The fiddler struck up “Devil's Dream,” |B someone velled, “"Supper—come and | get it ‘fore we throw it out!” Carrie | and Mark were caught in the rush

conspicuously in the center of the floor _ The music screeched on, but room grew quiet, tense. “Oaks,” Mark wheeled on him, “if you are a gentleman, you will please let my partner alone.” Mark moved to lead Carrie from the floor. It was the least he might have

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|afternoon with her out at Rock Creek.” Mark never recalled exactly what happened after that. He lunged in {blind fury at Ashton Oaks, fists swinging, seizing him by the throat, while Carrie, screaming, ran back

to the Taylors. The crowd closed in

and jt was over as quickly as it be-|

with the Taylors and 200 others. | It was an unforgettable experi- | ence and Carrie, still shaking, clinging to Mark's arm as they passed | along the long table, felt they had |

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