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WUIJPtRIMG Affl RCKK^s^p^ TWENTIETH INSTALLMENT Mr. Martin gazed thoughtfully at the ceiling above Ruth's head. Pres ently he asked. "Did this man know that you were the only beneficiary of your brother's will?" "He didn't even know about me . until I came to the ranch. I sup pose after we'd talked he found out there was no one else—l told him my share was three-quarters. He read the will, too." "Then I think we might attempt to solve the riddle in this manner; the man may have thought that since you were rather new to ranching he could perhaps encourage you to sell him your interest—" Ruth nodded confirmation, and Mr. . Martin con tinued: "He could have given you a cash payment for your holdings, and you might have gone away, as suming that everything had come to a satisfactory conclusion." Ruth hesitated. "Has my so called partner committed any crime in not telling me that I had no right on the place?" The lawyer pursed his lips. "No crime, exactly, but it should be plain to any one what his motives were." "What ought I tQ do?" asked Ruth. "I think, if I were you, I should tell him that you have consulted an attorney and that have the will probated- Once that has been adjusted, I.do not believe anything further wjji be done; ex cept of course, the selling of the ranch and the divisipp of the pro ceeds according to both interests." "Oh." Ruth smiled uncertainly as I sbe stood up. "That's a relief. I tbVik I'll be going now. I'll decide later just what I want, to do. What do I owe you for your advice?" Mr. Martin smiled slightly. "You owe me nothing—hut here is my card. I rather feel that we shall meet again." Sbe found David and Will waiting at the machine. During the rest of the afternoon, which was spent at a moving picture show, and later at dinner, Ruth's mind was busy. It was maddening, that the first time she had been able to leave the ranch and enjoy herself, she could think of nothing but the ranch. She imagined that Will did not notice her preoccupied manner. This thought was easy in the lighted restaurant, humming with the voices and laughter of many people. But twenty miles out of town—the roadster throbbing into a wall of blackness which never lifted —Ruth's part in her imaginary con versation with Snavely became less aggressive. * By the time the car was entering the arroyo east of the barn, Ruth had grave doubts about saying any thing, whatever, to Snavely. His desire to have the ranch and to be by himself amounted to a mania— what would he do if -she were to tell him that the ranch was to be sold? And she was eighty-five miles from help. ' "How long .did you say you and your father were going to be away?" asked Ruth, as Will drove past the barn. About a week. We're leaving to morrow morning and expect to be home again next Saturday evening." As they were helping David, who was more than half asleep, out of -the car, Ruth thanked Will for the trip. Then said hesitatingly, "I wish you and your -father would come"over soon—l can't promise you a very cheerful dinner; but —" "Fine!" Will interrupted tact fully. "You set the flay- and we'll certainly raise the dust getting here." "Well, how about toming over the day after you get back—Sun day?" Will nodded. "That'll be all right. We'll show up about boon." "I wonder—Ruth paused. "What?" "I hate awfully to admit it, but I lost your father's rWolver—it was buried when the old house fell. I wish you'd try to get me another Beware the Cough or Cold that Hangs On Persistent cough* and cold* lead to aa> rion* trouble. You can atop them now with Creomulsion, an emulsified creosote that ia pleasant to take. Creomulaion it a. new medical discovery with two-fold action; it •oothes and heal* the inflamed membranee and inhibit* germ growth." Of all known dniga, creosote ia reoeg» ai mi by high medical anthoritiea aa one of ihe greatest healing agencie* for pwtewt cough* and cold* and other form* of throat trouble*. Creomuliioa contain*, in addition to crersott other healing element* which •oothe and heal the infected membranee and atop the irritation and inflammation, while the creosote gees on to the stomach, ia absorbed Into the blood and attack* the seat af the trouble. « Creomulaion is guaranteed satisfactory fa the treatment of pmistent coughs and colds, bronchial asthma, bronchitis, and ia excel* lent for building up the system after colds or flu. Your owvi druggist is authorised to re fund your money on the spot if your cough eg •old ia not relieved by Creomulaion. (adv.)j like it in Los Angeles. Could you' He's asked me once or twice why I didn't wear it when I went riding, but I didn't want to tell him." "Good Lord! Is that all you've been worrying about? Well, for get it right now! Dad's lost more than one gun in his time —as a mat ter of fact, he was forced to give one or two of 'em away. Sure, I can get you one. But say, you should have said something about this before. Here"—Will drew a revolver from the pocket of the car —"keep this until I see you again." Ruth took the gun without much urging. She stood watching while he turned the car about. He leaned from the seat, "We'll see you next week—good night." As she answered, Ruth saw the slowly moving lights swing toward the gulch, and gasped; Snavely was standing near the fence, partly con cealed by a bush. She ran back to the house. What had Snavely been doing in the vi cinity of the gulch? As she stood on the dark porch Ruth suddenly decided to find Ann. Sbe knocked on the giantess' door. After a moment Ann slowly opened it. A low-turned lamp burned in the room.' She had taken off her shoes and shirt. "Oh, are you up yet? 'I just thought I'd tell you that we've come back. ' Have you been reading,. Ann?" "No. I cain't read." "But why are you dressed? Have you been anywhere? The huge woman lowered her eyes and slowly nodded. "Ann! Have you been down to the rock?" "I got to go—down there—some time." Her eyes darted fearfully in the direction of Snavely's door and her voice dropped to a husky whis per. "Oh, Gawd, Miss Ruth—you take yo'r little boy an' go 'way from this place!" Ann stepped back and softly closed the door. Snavely eyed her cautiously when at breakfast, Ruth gave him the packet of notes which represented his share of the cattle sale. There was something oddly apologetic ana' inquisitive in his voice as he asked, "Didn't have no trouble in payin" off the note, did you?" "Oh, no," answered Ruth, as she seated herself at the table. She was thinking of the money she had just given Snavely—it had not been earned through any effort of his. "Nice sort of feller, that Wither spoon," he remarked, guardedly. "He seemed pleasant," said Ruth. That morning Snavely did not ride; he stayed in the neighborhood of the corrals. More than once Ruth saw him watching her. After the noon meal, Ruth went to the corrals and caught up Brisket and Sanchez. To her surprise, Snavely came from the blacksmith shop and helped her saddle the horses. "Goin' for a ride, eh?" he asked with a strained smile. "Yes; the mail. Today's Satur day." "I was jest gettin' set to go down that-a-way, myself. I'll be startin' directly." "Perhaps David and I will see you then," replied Ruth. Snavely did not speak for a mo ment; then said casually, "No use in you goin'—without you're set on it. I can bring the mail." Ruth ignored this suggestion and helped David to mount. As she and David rode along the faintly marked road, the girl's mind was busy. The situation on the Dead Lantern was drawing to a cli max; it seemed to her as though the very air was tensely charged. Since the evening before, Ruth had definitely connected Snavely with the voice in the gulch; he had been standing there by the fence when she and Will came home, and Ann had heard the voice that same evening. She tried to recall Snave ly's whereabouts on the occasions when the voice had spoken. At first she told herself that the man had two or three perfect alibis —yet, were they? Did she know positive ly that he had gone to Palo Verde on the night of the storm? One thing certain, he had not brought 4 back any Mexicans. And that even ing when she and Kenneth and Da vid had first come through the gulch, Snavely had apparently been milking at the barn—yet, Ruth had never known of his milkiag since. True, he always avoided going through the gulch as though he were afraid o' It. But that did not prove that he ha 3 nothing to do with the voice,. ; Perhaps he went around, merely to give her the idea that he was afraid. Sbe began to feel that the only thing which definitely mitl | gated against Snavely being respon sible for the voice was that the le gend of the whispering rock was very old—there was no getting around that. Every one knew of THE ELKIN TRIBUNE, ELKIN, NORTH CAROLINA the legend; even Don Francisco had heard of it as a boy. She determined to explore the gulch. But Ruth did not explore the gulch that day. In the mail was a letter addressed to J. B. Snavely. In the upper left-hand corner of the envelope was the business head of the broker, Witherspoon. Snavely had evidently changed his mind about fixing the gate. He was near the saddle shed when Ruth and David returned. Ruth nodded to him but made no other answer to hia questioning eyes, until she and David had turned out their horses. Then Ruth walked up to Snavely, the letter in her hand. I 'l' H "TTT IHi i •«•-- Mmwnr> n• cr* W Good v Ljy) LI i_J\_L J L Vz3 Good I "7 & Today and Friday— Saturday— | "Shanghai Madness" M/IL W with IHji turo—only to find it K f, SPENCER TRACY H?| mM & Universal News ' Adm. 10c-25c J •Si mholt p Friday and Saturday— -Jf * 1 "The 3 Utile Pigs" !&«. ,oJu*|a |? This feature film will be shown with both Sidney Blackmer W the Friday and Saturday Shows. George E. Stone \sv I NEXT WEEK RBp" m Monday-Tuesday— fc Also "THE THREE LITTLE PIGS" W CM NICE WORK Serial Comedy Admission 10e-30c % H YOU CAN GET ,T!; NEXT WEEK—Wednesday— | FAMILY SHOW W jRN&F. day— jj£ BHpipK^kV^lm I BOOMERS UNO RUMORS FOLLOWED HER HI OVER PUBIS! I K ■* Coming Tuesday, December 26th— & B '°°? woy "T" hl " b '"" 0 "*■ ONE DAY ONLY g» t«cf their girl-friend...from »och other...ffc« _ v longer the hours, the moro h« lev*s kb job! 'THE GOLDEN HARVEST" \ A Paramount PicfWra with ~ ~ TT~ t ~ An „ A & cnuiiun ■ Mt.i. Coming Thurs.-Fri., Dec. 28-2& W EDMUND LOWE THE 4 MARX BROTHERS in ' J WTNNI OIiSON CDWASO ARNOLD "DUCK SOUP" £ o B. P. SCHULBfHG ' g no DUCT 10' ' COMING IN 1934 ' r| _ | jjin 1-2 Jan. 4-5 r News Comedy Cartoon ' Eddie Cantor in i "Well, here It Is," she said, looking him full In the eyes. For an instant, Ruth thought he was going to pretend surprise, but he suddenly began to laugh. It was a desperate laugh, somehow horri ble; yet the laugh was meant to convey that he greatly tickled, as though he had a tremendous joke on Ruth—a friendly joke in which he expected to be joined. Ruth did smile. "Dogged if this ain't th' beat in'st!" Snavely exclaimed. "You see why I done it, don't you, pard ner?" Ruth had not been wholly sure of what Snavely had done or why he was receiving a letter from Wither spoon, up to the time he began to laugh. Now she said very soberly, "I hope I know why you did It, Mr. Snavely." Snavely swallowed twice before he spoke. "Well, I was aimin' to tell you jest as soon as it was settled. Last month when you did get enough cattle money an' met the note, I Jest figered I'd let you go ahead an' pay It anyways, an' then su'prise you." His lips smiled. "If I had not been able to meet my note, Mr. Snavely, Is It not true that you would have had my entire Interest In the ranch?" asked Ruth quietly. Snavely spoke glibly. "Not at all, Mrs. Warren. Such a thing ain't possible because we're pardners. Parker or anybo-y else could have took your interest away from you if you couldn't pay the note. But not me; I'm your pardner." It was a moment before Ruth could reply. She saw the deadliness I behind the man's eyes ... if she could only keep him good-natured until next week. "It was very thoughtful of you," Bhe smiled; "it's nice to know I was safeguarded all the time. Well," she turned, "it's all over now; the note is paid and the panch has been improved," "It sure has," replied Snavely. He watched the girl as she walked to ward the ranch house his pale eyes fastened on the retreating figure, suspicion and hatred mingled on his face. The next morning after breakfast Ruth entered her room. She sat for a time looking at her trunk, thinking. Suddenly she rose, un locked the trunk, land took out the Thursday, December 14, 1933 Quaker Oats box on which was scrawled, "for liver fever." Going into the kitchen, she asked Ann to keep an eye on David for an hour, and taking up a potato and a paring knife, left by the front door. Sugar foot greeted her and for a moment the girl looked dov»n at the little dog. Once more, she asked the question which had never been ans wered, "Sugarfoot, why didn't you die when you ate the meat Ann poisoned?" Sugarfoot wagged him self knowingly. CONTINUED NEXT WEEK SAYS FARMERS PEEL BETTER J. Frank Porter, of Columbia, Tenn., a director of the American Farm Bureau Federation, said to day he found hope had replaced -de spair among American farmers. Porter, at Chicago for the conven tion of the federation, attributed the new spirit to belief that the administration's farm program would succeed. Most of U8 would be just as well off, end far happier, if we put the business of worrying high on our list of "don'ts."
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