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Temperature extremes! Last win*
tor in Illinois as compared with
this summer on the ocean beaches.
AN, with the aid of clothing,
artificial heat and shelter, can
stand natural temperatures pretty
welL These hare been observed to
run as low as 80 degress below sero
at Little America and as high as
336 In Northern Africa, though he
doesn’t do very well In either. But
hla own Ingenuity has Immensely
extended that range; he has crea
ted 469* below sero, and he uses
* heats of 6,000* In his electric fur
naces. Tet his own exlstenoe really
flourishes between 30* and 100*,—
only 1/8 0th of the range which he
command.
Temperatures do Interesting
things. Water, for example, at at
mospheric pressure can exist as
water only over an extent of 180*,
since at 81* It becomes Ice and at
212* it becomes steam. Dry ice’*,
much used for packing nowadays.
la 109* below aero. In climate*, the
United States can show an average
January temperature, In North Oa
kota, of t* and an average January,
la Southern Florida, of 70*. In
summer, July averages <9* In Wash
ington State and 90* In Arizona.
In Panama, Inches of rain
me* fell In 9 minute*; and in
Washington, D. C„ IS lnehes of
snow In 94 hours. Mt. Washington,
N. EL, holds the national high wind
championship,—231 miles an hour.
In Bloomfield, N. J., are two
unique rooms in the world,—known
as Climate Chambers. Used to
study the proper control of indoor
climates at the General Electric
Air Conditioning Institute, their
temperatures can be changed from
i 40 to 140 degrees, and their hu
midity from almost zero to 100%.
It does not, incidentally, necessar
ily rain at 100% humidity. Artificial
winds can be made to blow from
any direction outside the rooms,
and electric sunlight can be flooded
upon them from any angle. Both
; Inside and out, any desirable cll
! mate can be reproduced. They are
producing much practical know
ledge of how to get and keep, in our
dwellings, the climate best condi
tioned for human health and com
fort
Did you know that the earth is
6,000,000 miles nearer the sun in
winter than in summer? The rays
are actually hotter; but the days
are short and the earth is turned
at a slant so that the rays don’t
■trike dlreetly.
TEXAS GUNS
By L. P. Holmes
SIXTH INSTALMENT 11
The town of Carillion seemed 1
yet asleep despite the climbing sun !
of a new-born day, when the little <
cavalcade turned into the single
street. Jake Butterfield and Tobe i
Hansen were the only humans in 1
sight, the former swung wide the ;
doors of his general store while i
lazily heaving^up and
down to the creaking accompani
ment of the rusty pump at the ]
watering trough in front of his
stable. Pink Crosby set the brake ]
of the buckboard and skidded the <
two broncos to a stop at the hitch- ;
ing rail in front of Butterfield’s i
store, hopped out and tethered i
them. Tex and Johnny dismount
ed there likewise and tied their
mounts. t.
"Suppose we get right over to
the hotel, Miss Ronny,” Tex sug-j
gested. "It’ll give us a chance to
get our business over with before
Spelle knows what it’s all about.
If we can it’ll save a heap of argu
ment an’ trouble.”
-Just as you say, Tex,” nodded
Ronny. She jumped lightly to the
ground and divested herself of the
duster. "I’m ready.”
They crossed the street to the
single story, false-fronted hotel,
Tex and Ronny in the lead and
Johnny and Pink Crosby bringing
up the rear. Johnny was chuckling.
"Bright boy, friend Jake is,” he
snickered.
Pink grinned widely. "Ole Jake
means well, but he’s done poured
molasses so long his brains got the
same kind o’ movement. Yuh gotta
give Jake time. On a snap judg
ment he can’t tell the difference
between a can o’ corn an’ a box o’
thirty-thirties, but yuh gotta give
him time. I ’member, a Sowcgian
s/heep herder cornin’ in to Jake’s
fer snuff one time an’ Jake hands
him out some flea powder. The
sheepherder couldn’t read English
but the first sniff he took o’ that
bug killer shore put him oil edge.
He chased ole Jake about two miles
with a single-tree. He’d a got him
too, only he got to sneezin’ so bad:
le couldn’t see where he was goin’J
de fell into a barrel cactus an’ got
tuck there. When we pulled him
>ut he had other things to think of
jeside his nose so ole Jake come
hrough the ordeal all in one piece.
Jut he’s done figgered it out that
t s safer to keep the bug killer
>n the other end of the shelf from
he-amrtf” .. ir
Johnny snorted with glee. "Ain’t
le a wonder?” he sighed.
They climbed the low steps to the
>orch of the 'hotel and entered the
lingy hallway just in time to meet
i paunchy, spry, important little
ndividual dress^J with meticulous
:are. His low cut tan shoes were
jolished to a glass-like glow, the
creases in his trousers were like
inife edges, his tie fautless. He had
:hree chins, a pursy mouth and a
:iny blonde mustache. But the eyes
Dehind the heavy rimmed glasses
>ave the lie to the rest of his ap
pearance. Those orbs had a cold,
crafty gleam. The look he bent on
Ronny caused the hot blood to
flame in Johnny’s face and his fists
to clench.
"Yu'h’re the bank examiner, I
take it,” drawled Tex.
"I am,” was the crisp retort.
"My name is Lange. But if you
have business with me you’ll have
to wait. I have not breakfast yet.
[’ll be at the bank in an hour.”
He started to push by Tex
bruskly but the old puncher block
ed the wav.
"Yuh’re wrong there, Mister
Lange,” drawled Tex. "Our busi
ness, cain’t wait. Yuh’re goin’ down
to the bank with us now.”
Lange drew himself up to his
full height of five feet four.
"Don’t be ridiculous, my man,’:
he snapped. "You cannot pull one
of your cowcountry bluffs on me
I’ll be at the bank at ten o’clock.’
"Some gents are shore hard tc
convince,” remarked Johnny casu
ally, stepping close to Lange. “Pink
you get him by the seat o’ the pant!
an’ I’ll grab his collar. He’ll be
plumb surprised to find how quids
he can get to the bank.”
"Why—why,” stuttered Lange
"That’s ridiculous. Don’t you dare
lay hands on me.”
"Yep,” drawled Johnny. "I(
shore will be re-ediculous. Don’t
know when a man looks like a big
ger fool then when he’s gittin’ the
bum’s rush. But yiih’re shore
slated for it less’n yuh use yore
haid.”
The bank examiner looked
around in some trepidation. He saw
no sign of relenting in the faces ol
his visitors. Even the slender, ex
tremely pretty girl seemed cool and
unconcerned.
"I—I—very well, I’ll come,” he
fumed. "But mark my word—
you’ll pay for this.”
In all his ruffled dignity he
marched down to the bank and
unlocked the door. The others
followed him in and Tex went im
mediately to the business at hand.
"Yuh hold a ten thousand dollar
mortgage here against Jim Delevan
of the Box D outfit,” stated Tex.
"We’re here to clear it up. Trot it
out. It’ll be paid in full.”
"I—ah—why that is very irre
gular. In fact it cannot be done,”
sputtered Lange. "You are too late.
Mr. Suelle is taking over all the
bank’s assets including all out
standing paper. You will have to do
your business with him. He will be
here shortly. I have an appaint
mentVwith him here this morning.”
Has he closed the deal?” snapped
Tex coldly. "Turned over the
money to you an’ all the rest of
it?”
"Why—er—no, not exactly. But
in behalf of the bank’s creditors I
have agreed to his proposition. I
must confer with him before I do
anything further.”
"Wrong,” corrected Tex. "That
mortgage is right here in this vault
and he hasn’t paid a cent on it yet.
Well, we’re here to pay it in full.
Mebbe there might be some pica
yunish point o’ law somewhere in
the thing but that’ll have to be
talked over afterwards.”
Tex reached inside his shirt and
! lifted out a heavily padded money
j belt. "There’s the ten thousand,”
| he asserted. "Trot out that mort
gage”
i lie uaiiK. examiner uit nia npa
and stalled. "Are you James Dele
van?”
"No—I’m not. But this young
lady is his daughter an’ Jim’s au
thorized her to represent him. I’m
still waitin’ to see that mortgage.”
"What proof can you offer that
the young lady is James Delevan’s
daughter?”
"Aw-w,” burst in Johnny.
"Lemme work on him, Tex. That
jasper has been hangin’ around
Spelle an’ the rest of a lyin’ outfit
so long he don’t know the trutli
when he hears it. He’s jest stallin'
fer time. Comb his hair with yore
gun. That’ll get action.”
Tex ignored Johnny’s outburst
"Jest tell tin-horn who yuh are
Miss Ronny,” he said. "An’ then il
he wants to doubt a lady’s word,
let him say so.”
"I am Ronely Delevan” stated
Ronny quietly. "My father, as yov
no doubt know, is a cripple. He
was unable to be present so he seni
me in his place.”
Tex turned a cold eye on Lange.
"Satisfied?” he drawled, his voice
dangerously soft.
"Yu-yes,” gluped Lange. "Very
irregular, as I said before. But I’ll
get the mortgage. I won’t be re
sponsible for what happens ovei
this. She should have her father’s
power of attorney.”
"Don’t know what one o’ them
things,” stated Tex. "But her word
is good enough fer me.”
"Yeh—an’ me too,” chimed in
Pink Crocby.
"That makes it unanimous,” de
clared Johnny.
Lange went reluctantly to the
vault and began spinning the dial.
""* ■! \*r-. *1.1.1.
iHe was very much perturbed—very
much indeed. His dignity wa!
badly ruffled. He wished devoutly
that Spelle would show up. Lang<
knew the history of the Delevar
mortgage, knew it very well indeed,
And he knew that was the one piece
of paper held by the defunct bank
that Spelle wanted to get his hands
on above all else. He hated tc
think what Spelle’s outburst would
be on finding that his chance tc
take over the San Juan plateau
had slipped between his greedy
fingers. But apparently there was
nothing further he could do. So
presently the vault door swung
open and Lange came out with the
Delevan mortgage.
Tex opened the money belt and
began tossing bundles of big de
nomination bills on the table.
"Count it,” he ordered.
"Interest for three months is
also due,” stated Lange as he laid
aside the last bill.
"How much?” growled Tex, dig
ging into his pocket.
"One hundred and fifty dollars.”
Between the three of them Tex
and Johnny and Pink Crosby dug
up a hundred and forty-five dollars.
It was Ronny who opened her
purse and brought to light a final
five dollar bill to complete the to
tal.
"Correct?” asked Tex. “All right
then—stamp it paid. An’ sign yore
name an’ official title as well. We
don’t want any comebacks on this
thing.”
Helpless to do otherwise, Lange!
obeyed. Tex could scarce conceal
his eagerness and satisfaction as he
picked up the precious mortgage,
folded it and stowed it in hi» pock
j et. On second thought he took it
l - - - —
out ajud handed it to Ronny.
"It’s yores, young ’un,” he smil
ed. "Hang on to it.”
Ronny was tremulous as she
snapped her purse shut about the
paper. "Let’s go,” she murmured.
"I wont’ feel safe until this is in
daddy’s hands.”
into a hard, nasty scowl.. But for
At that moment a low ejacula
tion caused them to turn. In the
doorway stood Silas Spelle.
Spelle glared around the room
suspiciously, hils features pulled |
the moment he did not speak. It
was Tex who assumed immediate
mastery of the situation.
"Pink, take Miss Ronny down to
Jake Butterfield’s,” he snapped.
"Looks like an argument is goin’ to
bust around here. The kid an’ me’ll
take care of this end of it. Spread
out, Johnny.”
Johnny skipped lightly to one
side, his eyes unwinkingly upon
Spelle. Pink Crosby took Ronny’s
arm and started for the door. Spelle
squared his bulk in the doorway,
his scowl deepening.
"What’s the rush?” he snarled.
"What is this anyway—a hold
up? Nobody leaves this place until
I get an explanation.”
Pink Crosby’s cheeks paled
slightly, but his blue eyes grew
hard and bright. He stepped
ahead of F.onny and advanced on
Spelle. His right hand hovered
above his gun.
"Tha-so?” he dtawled. "Siince
when? Git outa the way, ’fore I
mow yuh down at the Socks.”
"Atta’ boy, Pink,” chimed in
Johnny. "Make a phony move
Spelle an’ I wreck yore belt buckle
complete.”
"An’ what the kid starts I
finish,” added Tex. "Go ahead
Miss Ronny, he’ll be good.”
Ronny was very pale but her
little chin was high as she stepped
to the door. Spelle wavered. His
nerve was slipping. He stepped to
one side and Ronny went by him.
"The Delevan mortgage,” crack
ed Lange excitedly. "That girl has
»
The rest of his words were muf
fled by the hard smack of Johnny’s
fist. The elegant Mr. Lange went
backwards over a chair to light on
his shoulders with a crash.
(Continued on page six)
“There’s the ten thousand” said Tex. “Trot out that mortgage.”
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