Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 10 December 1940 — Page 20

Dude College + “By OREN ARNOLD

- YESTERDAY: Andre and Lona’ jay plans for a daring move, Uirardeau ‘leads Lona ipte believing he loves her, but secretly intends marrying Kennie and her millions. At Bailey's ranch, Wes is surprised te learn of the bomb- - ing tests in Rainbow Canyon. Ronnie cuts him off before he can tell their secret. But he is more concerned with a remark about Andre’s engagement to Ronnie, : CHAPTER TWENTY DURING THE few days since they had discovered the significant cache in Rainbow Canyon, Wesley had barely mentioned it to Ronnie at all. ‘In truth, he was gravely disturbed.. He wondered if he should simply make light of it so as to prevent Ronnie Bailey from doing something foolhardy again. “She is very impulsive,” he told himself. “She went with Mr, Starr of the Border Patrol to arrest some Japanese and—!” Wes interrupted his thoughts, snapped his fingers. “Gosh!” he breathed aloud. He had been sitting at his office desk with a book on primitive Indian’ cultures before him, but he hadn’t read much. Now, he forgot the ‘book altogether. | Here was an array of assorted ‘facts which suddenly had slipped a little closer together. Ronnie Bailey, daughter of an airplane manufacturer: just moved to New Mexico. Five Japanese shooting at her not far from Rainbow Canyon and being captured by the Federal Border Patrol.. United States Army officers arriving to test .a [priceless new bomb sight on the isolated plains. Andre Girardeau apparently intimate with the Baileys and with the Army officers-as well, Lona Montoya seen meeting a strange man in Rainbow Canyon. “Whew!” Wes exclaimed again, quietly. : i ~The. facts didn’t: quite add up, didn’t dovetail. But they did alarm him. . He realized, too, that he alone knew all these facts, and this weighed heavily. Added information—most important of all, really— was that Ronnie Bailey had violet eyes-and hair that shone with the deep, rich-glint of youth and healthfulness, and an incomparably pretty smile. These latter phenomena, no doubt,. could be claimed by other young. women somewhere, but Wesley had never encountered them, or at least had never been aware of them. But one was constantly aware of Ronnie Balley, even in one’s most intimate thoughts! : 2 » 4°

HE WONDERED if he should go at once and tell Ronnie what he knew about Long; that Lona and Andre Girardeau were friends. But no. No, that wouldn't do. He had merely -seen Andre leaving the place, It might have been just a date. Any other implication was purely a matter of suspicion so far, West™ reminded himself. To tell Ronnie about it would be a spiteful act of a love rival. : Because he wanted to think ‘these | things out, Wes left the campus at 5 p. m.,, walked to the University stables, and took out his horse. He said he would ride for half an hour or so before supper time. ‘But he was less than a mile out Arroyo del Rey when) the magnificence of sundown. assailed him, so he dismounted and sat on a rocky point to enjoy the show. .Colers were bursting from the horizon in terrific if silent explosion. Just south of west he could glimpse Rainbow Canyon in milky-blue haze, and Miracle Peak to the north now was a great pyramid of brass and crimson. : Wes felt exalted. Suddenly, though, the stillness was broken: by a sound of hoofs. He turned: to look. os “Why—it’s-Lona!” he murmured. He expected her to see him and come by. Then he noted that he had unconsciously come out the Rainbow Canyon trail a ways before turning _ off here to dismount, and that Lona herself .was riding down that trail as if with definite purpose. She did not look toward him. His own horse lifted his ears and head as if to . whinny, and Wes quickly grabbed its nose. “Whoa, boy, ho-0-0-0-0;" soothed the animal. In five minutes Lona was out of sight; winding among cacti and mesquite and. yucca growths, over and around ground rises, and Wesley York was staring after her with a quizzical frown. “She had a pack - and a pistol and a canteen,” he told

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~ himself. “Hers will bé more than a short ride. TI—I wonder—" All at once he mounted his own horse and swung down the trail to follow her. The thought of-shadow-ing Lona Montoya or anybody else’ was somewhat: distasteful, but Wesley consoled himself with reasoning that he was a faculty member with responsibilities, and . that - certain other: definite suspicions were strong enough: to: justify his actions now, Gl www HE: RODE’ CAREFULLY to keep just ‘eut: of sight, pausing often to listenyjand to. walk ahead for brief reconfiaissance.. He wished that he had broyight ‘his own pack and canLeen; hit he had not anticipated a long d€sert ride.. One thing in his saddle was’ the 'ldriat' rope which always Stayed tied’ there, : -. In‘a¥short time the sun’s great displgy: bad and ‘twilight k “into . Wesley id the: darkness. It would keep ‘him: ‘unrevealed . from - Lona. Knowing: that she would push right along,:- he> kept: ‘his 6éwn: horse -fast,. or sometimes in a slow gallop, and: when’ he had neared :the sloping terrain that led down- into- Rainbow Canyon itself, he stopped and dismounted. Safer now, heé.reasoned, to proceed afoot, especially since he wasn't at all sure what he would do if he did see Lona enter the Canyon cave again, He was tying his horse in some brush and carefully noting. the immediate landmarks in order to . find it again, when the animal lifted its ears and. head as it had done once before this evening. Now, though, the .beast looked back up

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Underwriters’ Association. ' The testing crews stopped at a shiny hydrant across the street from where the Norris family lives in a. basement apartment. They turned on the water and things happened fast. The water gushed across -the ice-covered streets and over the lawn in front of the apartment building. Mrs. Norris wondered what was happening when she discovered water seeping underneath the kitchen door, and she found the hallway flooded. ; A hurried protest brought the fire department “mop and bucket brigade.” a

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C., rector of Walsh Hall at the University of Notre Dame, walks six to eight miles a day for ex‘ercise.

Fire Laddies at Gary ‘Mop Up"; N. D. Rector Takes Draftees in Hand —~ By FRANK WIDNER

IF YOU DON'T think that the fire laddies in Gary are a bunch of good “moppers uppers,” ask V. L. Norris, who lives at 805 Adams St. Mr. Norris will attest the fact that the fire fighters push a mean mop handle, even if it is a little out of their line of work. The whole thing started when the department started to dost a fire - hydrant, under the direction of representatives of the Indiana Fire

unteered to. instruct men registered for the draft how to hike. He plans to form an organization to be known as the Draftee Hiker’s Club. They, will be broken in slowly with short hikes, but by spring the boys should be able to amble along for 15 miles with ease, Father Ryan said. There’s only one trouble so far —no one has joined the club. ® ” » . Raymond J, Belzeski, an East Chicago insurance man, became the father of a six-pound boy last week and so his brother, Daniel, can’t shave for a week, : The brothers agreed to go without shaving for a week if either failed to predict whether a boy or a girl would arrive, : From the ‘looks of his . beard, Daniel said it would be a girl.

trail, toward home, “What is it, fellow?” Wes whis-

The horse gave no further sign. Just listened. But that was endugh; Wes knew from years of experi nce-that a horse’s nose and ears are 1,’ dependable. Somebody rider: would be elther of two men, one a stranger and one known to him. Wishing that he had brought his ‘at least, Wes nevertheless d to take action without it. ‘he unslung his lariat rope, his horse to soothe it, and back up the trail 50

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or so. When he caught a glimpse of the approaching rider, he crouched out of sight. His heart was beating rapidly, and he had to force down ‘a certain urge. to get panicky. an “This is no child’s play,” he reminded himself. : “Whoever the man is meeting Lona, he would kill me as sure as sin. And yet—by heaven I shall do this thing!” Even before he caught a closer glimpse of the rider's silhouette, Wes felt sure he knew who it was. He was humped over in a rock shadow, waiting. It would take good

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man’s bulk should be visible against the sky, and Wes knew something ‘of (roping. - Roping is fundamental to 2 man ranch reared. : + He allowed ‘the rider to pass, horse walking fast. Then—sws-s-s ‘8W5-§-§-5-5, SWS-S-5-5-s—three rapid twirls of the loop and—throw!. He saw his loop dart out and settle with perfect aim around the

rider’s shoulders. ‘Then Wes dug in|

his heels for the jerk he kneww coming. : ; (To Be Continued)

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