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PAGE TWO CHAPTER 46 , ON THIS Satu;Jay afternoon ipeople started eatin~ supper—it iwas not railed dinner —as early as iflve o’clock; and some, apparently Jsome ol the same ones, were eat- Jmg on up to midnight. But at G ' jp. m. practically everybody was /sitting cross-legged outside, munching fresh hot barbecue, or (fresh and not ter chili con carne iq-nd tamales, or any of the dozen or so other dishes that had been prepared. The air was clean and clear with just enough early evening chill to make small campfires feel pleas ant. There is a zest about thus eating outdoors before an open tire that the swankiest restaurants cannot offer, you can stick your bread on a switch broken from the nearest shrub and toast it as you eat, if your meat gets cold, you can re warm it between bites, your tin cup of coffee can be set smack onto a glowing coal while you pause be tween sips to crack a joke or laugh at one of your friend's or applaud jsome gay merrymaker’s song, you can gaze at the vaulted ceiling of blue and watch the earliest stars come out, and see the highly the atrical effect that your campfire blase and sparks and illuminated smoke create against the twilight immensity. you can see faces ihigh-iighted with warmth and lhappiness. New pictures, such as Ito defy any artist, greet you at i every turn. The very trees and mountains seem .to be sociable then. It is ail something that can not be duplicated at any price on, say, the roof garden of the best hotel. in the approximate center of this big open area before .Ellen’s Casa Hermosa, a dozen Mexican musi cians were playing soft supper music, Ellen herself sat with a bunch of Hollywood girls, two Indians, three or four shy ranch {women, and Panola Montoya. They had ceased to talk, for the moment. “Ta-tum, ta-tum ta-tum-ta-tum jtum," they hummed it, following the orchestra m “La Paioma”, j “I think this is just simply mar ivelous!” one of the Californians de clared, and meant it, “Ellen, 1 .have learned during this fiesta why jyou built your home away out here.” Ellen smiled her acknowledg ment, and said nothing. She felt a spiritual warmth. She knew that) soon the final night's danding ana hilarity would begin, but for the moment she was enjoying an infi nite peace. Except that she won dered, every few minutes, where Bill was. She wished he would come and sit with her, and tell her guests some of the western yarns he told so well. But then—she couldn’t complain, or be selfish; certainly he had taken the burden of the fiesta off her shoulders, had been for her u marvelous host. She left the. blanket on which she had been sittmg, and walked around a bit looking for Bill. She needn’t have looked. Bill Baron at that moment was no where on ‘he DD ranch. When tie had driven away an hour and a half before, he had gone speeding straight to Nogales, try ing to think as he rolled along. He went directly to the office of Mr. Mclntyre, border patro) chief, and explained exactly what had devel oped at the DD fiesta, “Why, this is the most brazen thing they ve ever done!” Mclntyre exclaimed, when Bill had told him. “It’s—it’s an affront to the United States, Baron!’’ “Sure!’’ agreed Bill. “But right now l am not worried about Uncle Sam’s dignity. I’m concerned with arresting those men and still keep ing Ellen’s fiesta undisturbed/' “Naturallv. Rot—l hardlv need The First Veteran Arrives > ■ ■■ . ■ :• .’ Alvin F. Tolman (left), 90-year-old Civil War veteran from Nanatee, Fla., and Watertown, Mass., was the first to arrive for the 75th anniver sary of the Battle of Gettysburg at the historic battlefield in Pennsyl vania. He is shown shaking handß with James R. McConaghie, superin tendent of the Gettysburg National Military Park. For the first time in : story both North and South take part in the anniversary encampment. CGcntral Prea*) or? RELEASED BY CENTRAL I’RESS ASSOCIATION “What Is the trouble, anyway?” to tell you that smugglers are dan gerous men.” “I know.” “Have you some plan, Baron? You know the situation there. What do you suggest?” “Nothing very positive, I'm afraid, sir. But I think we might take a dozen or so armed officers, all drive up to the ranch in a body and take most of the men quickly without any violence. Take ad vantage of a surprise, early in the evening.” Mclntyre gave thought to that for a moment. “Yes,” he said, eventually. “That might do. They will be on the lookout for officers when they start drifting away. If we strike now, we may catch them unpre pared. Let's try it. Oh, Blake!” He called a young officer and is sued crisp commands. Ten min utes later Bill and a dozen border patrolmen were speeding back to ward the DD rancho. Bill was try ing to give every possible detai. to the men in his car, including Mc- Intyre, so that all might know ex actly what move to make when they arrived. “There’s only one road out of the place,” Bill explained. “A car turned sideways near the main gate will block that. If they take to the canyons and hills, they'll have to do It on foot, and we can use our ranch horses to ride them down. What gets me, though, is how to separate the smugglers and aliens from the honest guests.” “I hate to mess up Miss Dale’s party,” Mclntyre admitted. “But we simply may have to raid it, hold every man who can’t show he is an American citizen.” “There’ll be resistance, sure as fate.” Bill was glum about it. He al most wished he had not reported his discovery, that he had let the party go on as planned and let the smugglers get away without being molested at all. He owed that much to Ellen. On the other hand—did he? Wouldn’t Ellen herself want him to be a good citizen first? Wouldn’t she think him remiss, as a man, if he aided smugglers just to keep a fiesta crowd undisturbed?. It never dawned on him that during the past few months he had come to make virtually every de cision on a basis of how Ellen Dale would want it done. • • • The smuggler lookout who hart HENDERSON. (N. C.) C.) RABAT DISPATCH THURSDAY, JUNE 30, 1938 seen 'Bill and Buckshot Brown talking, then had seen Bill hasten away in a car and Buckshot get out his long rifle, made a correct four simply by adding two and two together. That is, he concluded that Bill’s suspicions must have been aroused. And yet, the spy had no proof. And he realized that he and his co horts had to move cautiously. To jump to a hasty conclusion might spoil their otherwise well executed plans. He had observed Bill and Buckshot from a distance of 50 yards or so, and then had quietly gone to look up his own boss. Hun dreds of people were In sight, but none right near them. “Everything all right?” the smuggler chief asked, in Spanish. “Maybe so; maybe not,” the spy answered, meaningly. The chief laughed aloud, as ii at some joke. Then under his breath he commanded, “Get Marciai. Meet me in 20 minutes, there by that hitching tail. Bring your guitar. We can pretend to sing.” ’ They drifted apart, and the chief went smiling into Ellen’s houses The spy ambled casually down by the barbecue pits where he had seen Marciai Jalisco, the smug gler's second in command, and finally gave Marciai the high sign. The two met presently by the hitching rail, and appeared to be no more than two Mexican guests idly discussing fiesta events and singing snatches of song. They waited for their chief, and con tinued to wait. “What is the trouble, anyway?” Marciai demanded, finally. “Where has he gone?” “Where he is 1 cannot say,” the spy answered. “He said to meet him here. We will wait. But there are suspicious movements. That Senor Bdron, he has gone away. He talked with the old man, who went and got his rifle.” “Is that all ?” “Isn't it enough? Why would Baron leave the ranch now? He must suspect something!” “We will wait for the chief.” But the smuggler chief, a strik ing figure in any crowd, had been surrounded by women and girls, virtually corralled by them. It was almost an hour before he could fill his appointment by the hitching rail. ■* (To Be Continued 1 Starts Life Anew. ”i v tfASgpX; flfefe* •■'■ ®’ 1 £ ||s Roy Gardner •.. once a train robber • - ' '*t *- • ■•*■' Once a mail train robber and Jail breaker and now free after It years in prison, Roy Gardner starts life anew in Los Angeles working as a helper to a motion picture distributor, Louis S. Son ney, Who, aa an officer, was the last person to Capture the ex-train robber. Gardner did time with Ail Capone, former Chicago under world Czar, at Alcatraz. Gardner says that if A1 Capone lives otit his term in Alcatraz he will re enter the World as' a “worthless husk Os a man, for his mirtd Is gone.* 1 —Central Press *> r / pT. Ofvv-i 1864' —The National Deaf-Mute Col lege, 1 now Gallaudet College, opened, Washington. . 4 _ ... Royal Visitor 111 . ■f ■■ x: :• ; - . ) " JppppgsaSfe tap? 7 ’ y 'J*' ' •••* < -- • vyT.vT'•'; JSillljf Crown Prince Gustaf Adolf ... ill in stateroom • Crown Prince Gustaf Adolf of Sweden, who came to the U. S. to participate with President Roose velt in ceremonies at Wilmington, Del., marking the tercentenary of the landing of the first Swedish colonists, and then had to stay aboard ship because of a kidney ailment, is shown in bed in his stateroom in a cheerful mood. The crown prince’s son, Prince Bertil, participated in the cere monies. The Swedish king-to-be was to remain aboard the ship until it reached Philadelphia and then was to be transferred to a train for removal to a New York hospital for medical attention. Tests Big Plane - .V.xSvfc:* * „ JjpSfE Hi* Capt. Alex Fapana, Rumanian avia tor who plans a non-stop flight from New York to Bucharest, Rumania, is pictured in his ship at Miami, Fla., after his initial try-out of his new plane. The machine is a twin motored Barkley-Grow monoplane. (Central Press > They Plan Retake »\ " /mm Est ' : Jon Hall and Frances Langford : « Screen newlyweds Jon Hall and Fiances Langford, shown iri New York; plan a retake of their June 4 marriage at Yuma, Ariz., with guests, reception, punch and everything. Hall, handsome st&r rtf ’’Hurricane”, was so flustered when they eloped to Yuma that When he said ; his “I do’s"; he for got his birthplace and correct *d (p ’ ■ dress. —Central Pr«sa Preservers B ICE • ,Watei? ggg/ T& — —JIL If you will dip your butter scoop in ice water before molding your butter balls* i it may be wielded more easily. Castellpn Residents Welcome Franco’s Troops Street scene in Castellon, Spain Here is a street scene in Castellon, Spain, as the in habitants;. mostly women and children, turned out to welcome the troops of Gen. Francisco Franco Governor Joins Hunt SSS^ R^jiy v • d. Gov. Clyde Tingley •. . leads McCormick hunt Directing the hunt for John Medill McCormick, 21-year-old scion of the Chicago publishing family and son of Mrs. Ruth Hanna McCor miclf 'Simms, former congress woman from Illinois, Gov. Clyde Tingley of New Mexico rests and nurses a sore foot at the scene near Albuquerque, N. M. McCor mick and a companion, Richard Whitmer, were on a climbing ex pedition of Sandia mountain when they disappeared. Whitmer was found dead at the base of a 2,000-foot cliff. —Central Press Killed in China yX-MyX • ' Liept. Commander F. H. Gilmer (above), in charge of the United States gunboat TutUa in China, is dead of gunshot wounds inflicted aboard ship. The death, according to official report, occurred at tchang, China, where the Tutih r was stationed. (Central Press) % PH^oWea Ipr |p Here is a charming portrait of Prin cess Fawzia, 17-year-old sister of Egypt, whose en gagement to Crown Prince Mo hammed Reza Pahlavi of Iran has been announced. • /CflitraljEcfiiil! when the town fell into the hands of his insurgent forces. The vanguard of Franco’s troops had "just, entered the town when the photo was made. MRS. SIMMS AT SEARCH FOR SON j v ' < <' . . Mrs. Ruth Hanna McCormick Simms at search on mountain; clif where missing young man was sought is at bottom As hundreds of searchers continued their hunt on Sandia mountain in New Mexico for the missing John Medill McCormick, 21-year-old scion of the Chicago publishing family, the boy’s mother, Mrs. Ruth Hanna McCormick Simms, former congresswoman from Illinois, sat on a roadside nearby, her nerves tautened by days of strain. Finding of the body of Richard Whitmer, companion of McCormick on the mountain-climbing expedition, spurred the searchers. Whit mer apparently fell \ hk de«th from the cliff in background. It was here that the search, was centered. Pre-View of His Own Funeral Here is a photograph of the highlight of the social season at Cate Creekj e> enn * Uncle Felix Breazeale, patriarch of the hills, i< CtatZ.*!^ 6 , pre .* vie T V of his own funeral. Eight thousand visitors heard p stor eulogize Uncle Felix, who wanted to get all the benefit of the service while he could still hear it. (Central Pm*J
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