The Syracuse Journal, Volume 22, Number 1, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 2 May 1929 — Page 7

The Settling of the Sage By HAL G. EVARTS Copyright by Hal <l. Evarts WNU Service CHAPTER X—Continued “Killing twelve Three Bar bulls on the last day of August.” Harris stated. “I was out with the ranger." Slade said. “Back In the hills. You know that yourselt That charge won’t stick.” “Then maybe It was the second of May.” Harris returned. “I sort of forget.” Slade suddenly grasped the signifl cance of this arrest. “How many of you. fellows are pus-sy-footing round out here?” he Inquired of Carp. “I don’t mind confessing that several of the boys are riding for you,” Carp informed “But while we’ve cinched Morrow we haven't been able to trace it hack to you. I even got put on the black list, thinking you might do business with me direct after That—knowing my word wouldn’t stand against yours. But not yon! You’ve covered your tracks.” Carp spoke softly, as if to himself, detailing his failure to gather conclusive evidence against Slade. “I even run your rebrand on fifty or so Three Bar cows. You knew There wasn’t a dollar changed hands when Morrow gave me that paper which licensed me to rustle my own she stock. The Idea in my starting up was to run your rebrand on any number of Three Bat cows. Later Morrow would buy me out —acting for you: can’t he proved. Oh. you’re in the clear, all right.” Slade broke in upon the monologue. This recitation of his probable immunity from conviction on every count, far from reassuring him, served to confirm his original suspicion as to the reason for this arrest without witnesses. If the sheriff had wanted him he had but to send word for Slade to come in. He threw out one last tine and the answer convinced him beyond all doubt. “Then a lawyer will have me out In an hour.” he predicted. “A lawyer could,” Alden said. “It you saw one. But we’ve decided not to let you have access to legal advice for the first few days.” Slade turned on Carpenter. “This sort of thing is against the law.” he said. “You’re a United States marshal. How can you go in on a kidnaping deal?” “I'm not in on it,” Carp shrugged “The sheriff asked me to arrest you at the first opportunity. I’ve turned you over to him. The rest is his affair. Besides, like I was mentioning, they can’t prove a thing on you. As soon as they’re convinced of that they’ll turn you loose.” The sheriff nodded gravely. “The very day I’m satisfied Harris can’t prove his charges I’ll throw open the doors. You’ll be a free man that minute.” A vision of the near future swept across Slade’s mind. If he should be locked up for three months and discharged for .lack of evidence It would wreck him as surely as the rumors of the last few months had cut Lang’s men off from the rest of the world. Sqqatters. had filed on every available site throughout his range and now waited to see if the Three Bar would win its fight. If the news should be spread that he was locked up these nesters would ru#h in. On .is release he would find them everywhere. With marshals scattered through the ranks of his own men, intent on upholding the homestead laws, he would be helpless to drive them out. If they locked him up at this time he was lost. He nodded slowly. “Well, I guess you’ve got me." he said. “1 don’t see that it will amount to much, anyway. Sooner or later you'll let me out." He raised his arms high above his head and stretched. Under cover ot this casual naive he swiftly raised one foot. Slade planted his boot on the edge of rhe light table and gave a tremendous shove. The far edge caught the sheriff across the legs and overthrew him. The lantern crashed to the floor and at the same instant Morrow aimed a sidewise, sweeping kick at Carpenter’s ankles. As the marshal went down his head struck the corner pos. 01 a bunk and he did not rise. With a single sweep Morrow caught the back if his chair and swung it above his head for the spot which Waddles had occupied at the instant the light went out. The weapon splintered in his hands as it found Vs mark, and as the big man struck* rhe dirt floor Morrow leaped for the dim light which Indicated the open door. A huge paw clamped on one ankle and a back-handed wrench sent him flying acros the room to the far wall. With a sweep of the other hand Wad dies slammed the door with a bang that jarred the cabin. “We’ve go. ’em trapped,” the big voice exulted. ‘’We’ve got ’em sewed tn a sack.” Harris made one long reach and swung the butt of his gun for Slade’s head as the table went down but Slade, with the same motion, vaulted the prostrate sheriff. The force of the blow threw Harris off his balance and as he tripped and reeled to his knees Slades boot heel scored a glancing blow on his skull and floored him. He regained rds feet, gripping a fragment of the chair Morrow had smashed over Waddles head, and struck at a dim form which loomed against the vague light of the window. The shape closed with him and he went down in a corner with Slade. Slade strm k Idm twice in the face, away and gained his feet. ba< t Mng at Harris’ head with hl*

spurs. Harris caught a iuimi n«»hl in the long fur of the other's chops, wrapped both arms round Slade above the knees and dragged him back. His hand found Slade’s throat ano he squeezed down on it as the man raised both knees and thrust them against his stomach to break the hold. Slade’s arm swept a circle on the fl<»or in search of the gun Harris had dropped but he was jerked a foot from the floor and Harris jammed his head again and Slade crumpled into a limp heap. Harris held him there, unwilling to take a chance lest the other might be feigning unconsciousness. But Slade was out of the fight. The sheriff struggled to his feet as Waddles tossed Morrow back from the door ard slammed It shut He closed with Morrow but the man eluded him. He dared not shoot with friends and enemies struggling all about the black pi’ of the little room. Morrow leaped ope way. then the opposite, ar- the sheriff groped for him. Alden turned toward a rattle at the stove a? he heard Slade’s head crunch against the wall under Harris’ savage thrust. “Down him!” Waddles roared. “Tear him down ! Tear him down! I’m holding rhe door.” From the corner by the stove an iron pot hurtled across the room for the sound of the voice and crashed against the wall a foot from nis head. A second kettle struck Alden tn the chest and he went down. Waddles saw the light vanish from the window, then reappear. Morrow had made a headlong dive through the little opening. Waddles swung back the door and sprang outside as Morrow vaulted to the saddle. The big man lunged and tackled both horse and man as a grizzly would seek to batter down ‘his prey. The frightened horse struck at him, numbing one leg with rhe blow of an iron-shod forefoot, then reared and * ' • -IE? Dragged From the Saddle by the Jerk of One Mighty Hand. wheeled away from the thing which sprang at him. but Waddles retained his grip in the animal’s .mane, his other hand clamped on Morrow’s ankle. The rider leaned and struck him on the head. The crazed horse shook Wajidles off but as he fell the other man fell with him, drugged from the saddle by he jerk of one mighty hand. They rolled apart and Morrow leaped to his feet but Waddles had wrenched the 'eg already numbed by the striking horse and it buckled under him and let him hack to the ground as he put his weight on it He reached for his gun. A form loomed above him. a heavy rock upraised in both hands. The gun barked just as a downward sweep of the arms started the rock for his head. Morrow pitched down across him ant' Waddles swept him aside with a single thrust. He rose and stirred the limp shape with his toe as the sheriff reached his side. “Dead bird!” paddles announced and turned to limp back to the cabin. A match flared inside as Harris lighted the lantern. Carpenter stirred and sat up, moving one hand along the gash in his scalp. The sheriff stooped and snapped a pair of hand-

Wide Choice Offered as to “Canada’s” Name

At least five derivations for the word “Canada” have been suggested. First from tiie Algonquin word “Can tata,” meaning “welcome.” supposed to have been used b.v the Indians when they first saw Cartier, whom they received with demonstrations of joy. Second, from the “Cantata,” meaning “a collection of huts.” and being the word the Algonquins applied to their .chief town Third, from a Spanish word “Acan ada,” meaning “there is nothing there.” indicating that the Spaniards saw no signs of gold as they skirted the coast of the Gulf of St. Lawrence. Fourth, from a Portuguese word “Canada,” meaning “narrow passage.” and implying that the Portuguese, long before Cartier’s time, sailed up the St. Lawrence and gave the name “Canada” to the country through which the comparatively narrow river flowed, namely that above Quebec. Fifth. Cordiero says the word is Basque for “canal.” which would convey the same Made Hurried Exit A Podunis man who had been missing meat from his smokehouse for sev eral weeks and suspected one of his neighbors, set a trap by killing an old family dog and dressing the carcass to resemble mutton. Sure enough, it was stolen at night, and the nest day about breakfast time, dropping in on the suspects, he found them devouring the “sheep.” Being invited to take “pot luck.” he declined, saying he had just had breakfast, and then told them of the joke he had played on “some-body.” The family listened without a smile and then suddenly they all bolted for the hack door. — Pathfinder Magazine.

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cuffs on Slade s wrls’s. They water on his face and he opened his eyes. He regarded the steel bracelets nt his wrists as he was helped tc his feet and turned to Harris. “Don’t forget that I’ll kill you for this,” he said. It; was a simple statement. made without heat or bluster, and aside from this one remark be failed to speak a syllable until the sheriff rode away with him. The sheriff waved the lantern outside the door and before he lowered It two deputies rode up. leading his horse. “We started at that shot." one of them announced in explanation of their prompt arrival. Alden motioned Slade to bis horse and helped him up. “Shoot him out of the saddle if he makes a break.” he ordered briefly. “Now you can move against those men I’ve sworn out coinplants for,” Harris said to Alden. “Public sentiment has turned aganist them to such an extent that they won’t get any help—and there won’t be any to fill their places, once we’ve cleaned them up. Deputize the whole Three Bar crew when you’re ready to start.” The sheriff nodded and led the way with the two deputies riding close behind. one riding on either side of Slade. CHAPTER XI The freight wagons rattled away from the Three Bar a the first light showed in the east, and the grind of wheels on gravel died out in the dis*tance as Harris and Billie finished their breakfast. The “ands had come tn from the round-up the night before, prior to the return of Harris and Waddles from their mysterious two-day trip in response to the sheriff’s message, and Evans \au -led them to -Brill’s for a night of play. They were due back at the ranch in the early forenoon and Harris had allowed the freighters to depart before the others arrived. “What did Alden want?” Billie asked, referring to the trip from which he and Waddles had returned late the night before. “We made a call on Carp,’ he said. “He had some good w£ws we’ve been waiting for.” “Then Carp is a Three Bar plant,” she said. “He’s a U. S. plant,” Harris corrected. “But he’s been working in with us to get something on Slade —to gather proot that he’s behind these squatter raids of the last few years and the ones they’ve aimed at us up to date. He couldn’t get a shred that would hold in court. But Slade is almost through. His claws are clipped.” The girl started to question him as to Carp’s activities but after the first sentence she became aware that his attention was riveted on something other than her words. He had thrown up his head like a startled buck and was peering down the valley. Her range-bred ears caught and cor rectly interpreted the sound which had roused him. A distant rumbib reached her and the surface of the earth seemed to vibrate faintly beneath her feet. She knew the jar for the pounding of thousands of hoofs, the drone for the far-off bawling of frightened cows. A low black line filled the valley from side to side, rushing straight on up the gentlysloping bottoms for the Three Bar flat. “They’re on us,” Harris said. “I might have known. Get back to the house —quick!” As they ran she noticed that his eyes were not upon the surging mass of cows in thr valle” but were trained on the broken slopes back of the house. “Anyway, they don’t want you,” he said. “We’ll do the best we can. I made that prediction about clipping Slade’s claws too soon. What with Slade locked up and Morrow six feet underground. I was overconfident. I might have known it was planned ahead.” His face was lined with anxiety, an expression she had never before seen him wear even in the face of emergency. She had no time to question him about the assertions relative to MorVow and Slade. The front rank of the stampede was bearing down on the lower fence. The barrier went down as so much spider web before the drive; posts were broken short, wire was snapped and dragged, and three thousand head of cows pounded on across the meadows. (TO BE CONTINUED I

idea as “strait or narrow passage." The first two seem rhe most likely derivations. The name “Canada" was used by the early French explorers and settlers. Wind and Fish It is reported that a singular correspondence exists between the prevailing direction of the wind on the coast of New South Wales and the average catch of fish. ’ It appears that the winds which influence the ocean currents influence, in turn, the course of the fish. These influences have periods of three or four years. Thus, in 1919, there was a general scarcity of fish, but afterward they became more and more abundant up to the year 1922. In 1924, there was another scarcity of fish, but the next year they returned in increasing numbers. The cause of these variations was regarded as a mystery until the coincidence with the prevailing direction of the coastal winds was noticed. Now, It Is thought, by the study of the winds, the prospects of the fisherman may be predicted two or three years in advance. Paper From Corn As early as 1765 a German. Jacob Schaeffer, called attention to Indian corn as a possible source of paper. The first American patent on paper to be made from corn was taken out in 1802 by B. Allison and J. Hawkins for a process of making paper out ot corn husks. Twenty years ago the Department of Agriculture conducted extensive experiments on paper mak ing with cornstalks and carried the work into actual mill eperation.

BLOUSE AND SKIRT ENSEMBLES; COSTUME FOR TENNIS COURT

SO COMPLETELY has the ensemble Idea taken possession in fashion’s field, that even the separate skirt and blouse display a relationship. In this unifying of the costume color plays the stellar role. Even though the blouse and skirt be in sharp contrast in answer to fashion’s demand, yet through certain adroit trimming touches on the blouse which interwork the two colors the impression Is given of a compose costume rather than a separate blouse and skirt. The youthful costume in the picture demonstrates the idea to perfection. Here we have a navy skirt plaided with pinkish beige. The blouse is of beige satin crepe. The suede belt with embroidered beige patterning, the piping and the stitching on the tie repeat the navy of the skirt, thus

i O MJ ft I Features Clever Color Scheme.

bringing the costume into a unit. The ensemble theme is further featured in that the hat is of navy straw and the shoes navy kid. while the stockings match the beige of the blouse. The wide brim of the hat is significant. It foretells a coming vogue. Not only will broad-brimmed hats be worn with summer picture frocks, but big brims are declared correct vtith softly styled street dresses for immediate wear. The silk costume illustrated would be charming copied in gingham and handkerchief linen. Gingham is scheduled to enjoy a season of prestige in a style sense. One sees clever street ensembles made all of gingham, fa vorite modes featuring jacket and plaited skirt versions. For a pretty costume made after the model in the

WilllM v HE Vi/ f Chic Tennis Costume.

picture gingham in bold plaid patterning is suggested for the skirt. The blouse could be successfully reproduced in handkerchief linen or a heavier linen weave if preferred. However, handkerchief linen in exquisite colorings and very fine and sheer is very popular for the making of the blouse. The hemline at hipline and neckline and about the wrists should be piped with the gingham. A tie. also, and the belt of gingham would be effective. Color contrast is emphasized throughout current fashions If the frock is light then the coat or jacket is In dark tone or vice versa. A preDark Print* Printed chiffons on dark backgrounds, such as brown, black, navy and raspberry, fashion some,of spring's frothiest evening frocks. Tiers, flounces, shirring and swinging panels are features. Plaid Hat A new beach hat is huge, floppy and made of plaid Sisol straw. Its colors ate green, red and natural straw Shade? and It is banded in narrow Sjrosgrain ribbons in all three colors.

vailing thought is that of a white crepe skirt, usually plaited, topped with a bright colored blouse. A very smart finish for the lightweight woolen or silk blouse is attainedJby hand-fring-ing the edges. Mjufy of the better and newer moderate trimmed in this way. According to the code of the tennis mode, the sleeveless frock must be a companion to the gay little jacket and the gay little jacket must >»e matched with a bandeau to hold milady’s vexatious growing “bob” in place. Semi-tailored, sleeveless and styled with that simplicity which Insures perfect freedom of movement, thus fashion would have the tennis frock. Legions of attractive cot tom-weaves, delightsome featherweight woolens, especially challis and many novelty lin-

ens. are listed among media favored for the athletic woman’s dress. If, however, one tikes to play the game clad in silk, two of the highlighted materials are shantung and crepe, preferably in white, for all signs point to a “white season." The dress simple In line and either white or monotone tint tells but’ part of the story. The real thrill comes in rhe little jacket of gay print or vivid coloring, which, as said before, is supposed to accompany each frock. The picture defines a fetching model. The one-piece dress is of white shantung. The jacket is of silk print in vivid gypsy colorings. The bandeau of the same silk is artfully twisted and tied about the head. Blazer striped flannel jackets are also important in the sportswear mode,

as are also bright red. yellow or navy flannel jackets. The little sleeveless white frock for tennis wear seems to have started the vogue which is now on for sleevelessness as a new feature of the daytime mode. The number of variations on the theme are endless, both in regard to materials and manner of styling. An outstanding feature is the use of checks of every description, especially gingham, although rayon crepes are also numerous. Pique is likewise very fashionable, as well as striped silk broadcloth and various tub silks. JULIA BOTTOMLEY. <©, 1929. Western Newspaper Union.) Back Fullness French evening gowns concentrate fullness in the back. A red chiffon frock has four tiers put on with an apron of plain,material in front anc the tiers running bp and making 8 bustle back effect. Appliqued Ties Spring introduces the idea of ap pliqueing a contrasting sailor knot oi bow tie right onto the blouse or ever letting it into the blouse with fagottinf’ or some other type of handwork.

I WEDDING | t BELLS, FIRE I t BELLS I (®b>y D. J. Walsb.l WHEN Dave Harris pushed his way through the revolving doer of the Dennis Jewelry company, he felt that all eyes were upon him. Not that this young man of twenty-eight had a conscious makeup or was particularly noticeable from any other handsome man of his age—but, nevertheless, when he stepped up to the counter and rqther diffidently whispered he would like to see something in engagement rings he was absolutely convinced that a hundred eyes were i>eering at him. Dave was a private in ladder company B, city fire department. He had entered the state agricultural college with the intention of taking charge of bis father’s farm, but cattle and corn and harness and hay had no appeal to him, and not being particularly fitted to sell bonds he joined the fire depart ment. And the first thing he did to distinguish himself was to become engaged to be married. Dave’s choice was Dolly Mason, pretty and sprightly and the belle of the neighlxwhood. Her wavy hair and sparkling blue eyes and cheerful disp<»sition endeared her to all those with whom she came in contact, it was no wonder that company B considered Dave the luckiest fellow in the world Dolly had often told her sweetheart that while she was decidedly strong for wedding bells she was equally opposed t<> fire bells as far as-Dave was concerned. She wanted him to g 6 in to business, some undertaking more substantial and less risky. “How about my selling ice cream freezers nt the North pole?” jokingly remarked Dave one afternoon. ' “Or selling foot-warmers to the Filipinos.” “Davie, do be serious.” replied Dolly. “You know how downright in earnest 1 am about it.” “Os course you are. dear, but you must be practical, if there is one thing I am fitted for it is the fire department, and with the fire department I stick.” His jaw became set. and whenever this happened Dolly knew there was no use arguing any further. But Dave had persuaded Dolly to marry him notwithstanding his chosen work, and as he departed from rhe jewelry store with the diamond solitaire safely in his pocket he whistled gayly and made a beeline to Dolly’s hoarding house. He found her at the piano lazily running her fingers over the keys. She’struck a final note on rhe piano and looked up smilingly. “Hello. Da vie.” she said. “Working hard today?” “I should say sb.” he replied. “Been a terribly strenuous day.” “Many of those awful fires?” she in quired reproachfully. “Not a one.” the young man replied. “But I’ve been shopping. And not after collars and ties, either.” “Been buying.some shoes or a hat?” “Wrong again, honey, but look at this!” and excitedly he removed the top of a little box. The sparkle of the precious stone caught Dolly’s eyes and she gasped in amazement. “And it's for you. darling—the future Mrs. David Harris.” Dolly glanced at the ring and then at Dave and then again at the ring. Tears came to her eyes. She. arose from the piano and went to the window. Tears were now streaming dowp her face. “I can't.” she sobbed. “I can’t. Oh. 1 do love you. Dave, but you won’t listen to me. You know how Ido want you to go into some business.” And then Dave realized fully for the first time the seriousness of the situation. Nothing in the world he’d rattier do than be with the fire department, and yet lie could not lose Dolly. Perhaps after all he had been unreasonable. Dolly’s uncle would be only too glad to have him with him in the real estate business and at present business was booming. He would doubtless earn a considerable amount ot money and it would result in a little bungalow and everything else that went with it. Why. the problem was very simply after all. He’d send in his resignation to the chief and things would be happily settled. Dolly covered her face with her hands and cried convulsively. Dave stroked tier head and wondered how he could do anything to hurt her. “Honey.” lie said softly, and was about to continue when he abruptly paused. He drew himself up with a start, turned his head quickly and listened with tenseness. Off in the distance he heard the peal of fire bells. And Dolly heard them also. She stood up and they stared at one another. And simultaneously through each their minds ran the same question: Would it be wedding bells or fire bells? There was intense quiet all about them. And Dave detected the 0-18-6 alarm. “My God.” he cried in a whisper, it’s in the tenement district.” Dolly’s face was pale and the cor-

Delve Into Secrets of Prehistoric Man

Some 800 sites occupied by prehistoric man iu the country lying west of the Little Colorado river and between the Verde valley and the Grand canyon of the Big Colorado have been intensively surveyed and mapped with a considerable degree of accuracy by Dr. Harold Sellers Colton, of the University of Pennsylvania, and his associates. These include small houses, pueblos, and forts. The region indicated is regarded as important because it lies near the western edge of the ancient pueblo area. The remains show that two cultures, probably conColor of Glass. The bureau of standards says that the purple color in glass is supposed to be due to a change of condition in the manganese content of the glass which is a coloring oxide under cer tain conditions. This is supposed to be caused by certain rays of the sun which produce a difference in the de gree of oxidation of the manganese , present

ners of her mouth quivered in tiei etfort to speak. The handsome young man before her was for ttie first time in his life at a loss what to do In his imagination he saw smoke-filled rooms filled with children with outstretched arms. He could see mothers frantic with fear and fathers helpless to save the ones they loved. At the same time he could see his fond hopes shattered. Dolly would marry some one else and— But something at that moment suddenly brought him to a decision. It was the sound of a second alarm. (He tried to speak to Dolly, but words failed him. He saw grief in her eyes and yet he could see the love in them that tells more than mere spoken word. He paused a moment, turned hastily and darted from the room. But during that moment’s pause he knew he had lost Dolly forever. The next morning the headlines in the papers told the story —“Young Fireman a Hero" and “Dave Harris, Fireman. Saves Lives.” But praise from all quarters of the city did not awaken him from the realization that he and Dolly had separated. It was paying dearly, he thought, to win glory only to lose happiness. His hand unconsciously touched the little box in his pocket and the thought of the future that might have been made this the saddest day in his whole life. Perhaps if he could see her he might straighten things out. Yes. he would resign this very day and the unhappy yesterday would be entirely forgotten. He ran to the telephone and called up her ottice. White he waited for the connection it seethed that a weight had been suddenly lifted from his heart. He stood there .nervously, longing to hear the sound-of Dolly’s voice. And then he was told that Dolly did not come to work that day. Poor child, be thought, no wonder she is feeling ill from the strain of yesterday. And then he called up her hoarding house. And here he was told that Dolly had moved the night before —address unknown. Dave inechanically hung up the receiver. He unsteadily walked to a chair and sat down. Dolly gone! Dolly gone! The words ran through nis brain and tortured him. And he » sat there staring at the floor. Weeks passed. Dave had pulled hitife self together, but the littlebboax —a sacred reminder —remained in bis pocket always. His promotion had been rapid and his savings hail been well invested. and Dave not only had money hi the bank, but an equity in a little house off in the country. He would have bis mother come and live with him in his loneliness. And then came an alarm —the third of the day. “To Dave one alarm was the same as another. But to each fire he gave all that was in him. “Where is it this time?” yelled a passerby as Dave swung onto the speeding ladder wagon. “In the neighborhood ot James and Pine." he called back as he adjusted his helmet. And the neighborhood came to his mind immediately—rows of old residences turned into rooming houses. As usual, Dave’s truck was the first to reach the scene of the fire. Dave's trained eyes told him at once that the house was doomed. Smoke and flames poured from the. top windows and a reddish glow could be seen through the windows of the third floor. Dave’s wagon pulled up directly in front of' the burning house. The chief begun to give orders. “A ladder to the third floor, Harris." he called out. “Look out for the walls —they look bad.” The crowd gave out a roar as the ladder extended itself and was tilted over to the building. Dave was the first to mount the rungs. And he started upward. Small flames now were coming out of the third-story windows and the sound of cracking walls could be heard above the din of .the putting engines. “Down from there,” megaphoned the chief to Dave. “Walls coming downdown, Hnrris.” But at one of the windows Dave saw a figure—arms outstretched. and he heard a smoke-muf-fled cry. And he continued up the ladder. The multitude below yelled to him in alarm. “The walls are falling” came to him from hundreds of mouths, but Dave still saw the figure in the window and continued upward unmindful of the warning Through the smoke lie put "his arms around the figure and pulled it’ through the window. The crowd below gave out a mighty yell. Dave steadied himself and carefully began to descend. Great hisses of flames now shot from the third-floor windows and bricks began to fall. Dave continued in his descent, his only thought being to protect the figure he firmly held in his arms. And he suddenly realized it was a woman he was holding. To protect her face he started to cover it. and then he stopped. And her eyes opened just a few inches from Dave’s eyes. And then the din below seemed to cease suddenly and all was quiet except the sound of two beating hearts. “Dolly.” he said tenderly. “Davie.” she murmured. "I want you always.” And underneath his great helmet he kissed her.

temporary, met at the base of the San Francisco mountain in northern Arizona. One type of pottery spreads up from the south and another in from the north and east. They are separated by a line joining the Coconino divide with Tolchaco on the Little Colorado river. Grecian Painted Wall* Instead of wallpaper, the ancient Greeks had painted walls. Instead of bare colors of bands and panels, such as are being used to some extent today, they were inclined to make their 'walls more the colored setting for their finer wall paintings, which were works of art. Instead of hanging paintings on the walls, they painted them there. Little attention was paid to furniture from an artistic standpoint. For the Greeks regarded furniture as something useful, ''not ornamental. —Detroit News. If we can’t silence a man by con vincing him, then we’d like to scan him into silence; isn’t that sot