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WWISPtRING FIRST INSTALLMENT Old Charley Hiane snapped off the ignition with a thick, square finger . Cautiously, the decrepit car rolled forward into the only vacant apace on the street and stopped, its front tires snugly against the curb. The curg watt painted a faded red; and across the sidewalk was the en trance of the post office. Leaning his big forearms on the wheel, the old man gazed disinterestedly at the sidewalk glaring in the morning light of the Arizona sun. Behind him clattered the tftreet traffic, its progress occassionaly interrupted by the loose-jointed minging of the semaphore suspended above the in ter-section half a block away. A pair of legs clad In khaki serge troupers wandered causually to the front of the car. Old Charley's gaze awoke. "Morning, Chief," he said moodily, lifting his eyes to the other's face. "Howdy, Chet," replied the police man in a soft drawl. He glanced speculatively at the car and In quired, "How's coughin' Lena a feelin' her oats these days?" Old Charley gighed. Leaving the car in gear, for the emergency brake had long ago retired from active service, he eased his unweildly body to a standing position on the pave ment and vindicitively slammed the door. "Not so good, Buck. Not so good. Top half of the windshield fell out on the way in." "A body'd think," remarked the Old Charley settee into a physi ? cal and spiritual comfort as the mikss crawled by. policeman, nodding toward the yel lowish stencil on the side of the car, "that so long as Uncle Sam's got his U.S. Mail brand on her he could afford to give the old girl a truss or somethin'." Old Charley grunted assent and stepped upon the sidewalk. "Seem's like Congress just don't have the time to get 'round to anything im portant." The two men remained motionless on the curb. At last the officer Slightly shifted his position, then asked, "Anything new over your way?" Old Charley considered carefully. "Tilings are mighty dry," he ad mitted. His friend of fifty years nodded. "Grass got a bad deal last winter ? bad as the year I lost out." "Bad," corroborated Old Charley. "Dry spring so far, too. Come a dry; summer, and us cattleman'U do well by the buzzards." This burst of I ? conversation had apparently ex- j hausted the two of further talk. "What do you hear from the boy?" asked the officer suddenly. Old Charley brightened. "Found a letter when I got in last night. Will's doin' fine, he tells: me. Los Angeles real estate's as good a way to make money as any, I reckon. Hell be comin' home in a month or two for quite a spell ? thinks he . can maybe stay over to help me; work the cattle in the fall." "He's goin' to forget to go back! some of these days." Old Charley's eyes shone, but he said cautiously, "Things might work out that way, sure esough." The policeman looked into his friend's face. "That sign Still up at the Dead Lantern?" "Still up." The two regarded each other for perhaps i minute. "Well," said the policeman. This single word ex oressed admirably that the police- ; < rtign had been very much pleased tosSe hfe old friend; also, that he : had enjoyed the conversation and hoped to see Thane again soon. Old | Charley made complete reciprocation j with a ncd, and left the glaring sideway for the somber light of the post office. The place was crowded. Seven of the crowd had been in Arizona for more than ten years and each of these greeted the old man before he had disappeared behind the door which led through the rear wall of post boxes. One person thought it | (necessary to shake hands with Old Charley and this man stopped him with, "Hello, Sheriff!" Whereupon an elderly couple at the money or der window exchanged a significant glance, and an old-timer ? who never lost opportunity |to lament the passing of the good old times ? opined to a neighbor that, when Charley Thane was sheriff of this here county, sheriffs had a heap more to do with poises than fore closure sales. ? * ? When Old Charley returned to the Street, carrying a large government1: j mail sack weighted with two letters land a post card, a young couple and a five-year-old boy were stand ing uncertainly in the strip of shade close to his car. Discomfort and be- ! t wilderment enveloped the three as one person. The little boy was tight ly moored to his mother's forefinger and the hand of the husband was very near that of his wife. Old Char ley's lower lip bunched slightly with his thought of "Pshaw, now!" as he noted the lace of the Slender young man; he had seen many such faces new to Arizona. "Are you Ol ? Mr. ? Mr. ? " the young man paused and looked to ward the girl at his side. "Thane," she supplied, "are you Mr. Thane:" Old Charley smiled, his eyes on the girl. He observed to himself that she was pretty, high toned, and mighty warm. "Yes," he said aloud, | "I am Old Charley Thane." A tension relaxed. "We were' told by a police officer," said the young man hesitatingly, as though ex pecting his word to be cut short at any moment by a cough, "that you were going to a place called San Jorge, carrying the mail. We were told that you occasionally carry passengers." Old Charley nodded. "Yes, I can take you out that way. Where "bouts are. you. going?. Ban Jorge is a pret-J. ty big valley." The husband laughed shortly. "We ] aer trying to get .to a farm and the post office address is San Jorge." "A ranch, dear, not a farm," said the girl, "a cow ranch ? the Dead Lantern ranch." The eyes of Old Charley narrow ed incredulously. He hesitated for a moment. "Ar- you real certain it's the Dead Lantern you want to go to?" The young man glanced inquir ingly at his wife, then at Old Char ley. "Why, yes? there is such a ranch, isn't there," "Yes, there's a Dead Lantern all i right." "The ranch we want to visit is called the Dead Lantern and the ( 1 j address was San Jorge," spoke the' girl; "it was formerly owned by Mr.]' Harry Grey and a Mr. Snavely. Mr. j ] Grey died recently. Do you know , i of the place and can you take us there?" "I go by the front gate, Ma'am." "Excelnelt. Perhaps if we start soon we shall be In time for lun cheon? We can send in for our is luggage later this afternoon, I sup pose." Old Charley did not miss the tone in which this was spoken. Also, he did not miss the fact that she re garded him as a taxi driver. ''II you want to go," he supplied, "I'd be glad to take you, but it's eighty five miles to the Dead Lantern and the road's nothin' to brag on. You can get them to put up a lunch for you in that ice cream parlor over there. And if we can get your bag gage on this car we'd better do it. There's no machine on the Dead Lantern and I only make one trip a week." "Eighty-five miles?" The girl caught her breath. "Surely there must be a train ? isn't there a town nearer than this?" "No'm. There's a spur track from Mexico that runs about thirty miles from the ranch but they only use it it cattle shippin' time." Hie young woman looked from her husband to Old Charley. "Do you mean that this ranch is eighty five miles out in the wilderness and ihere isn't even a machine on the place?" Her voice was tremulous. "That's about the size of it, Ma'am." "But how do they get to town?" "They don't come in so very of en." "Kenneth ? " The girl appealed to ler husband with questioning eyes, for a long moment the two young Deople faced each other. Then with a shrug of helpless ness the husband turned to Old Charley. "We didnt understand "There's M>metnlng about all this [ like though," said Kenneth. how it would be. I expect we'd bet- ; ter do as you suggest. We only have a. Small trunk and some bags ? they're still at the station." Old Charley nodded cheerfully. "Fine. If you'll give me the checks ! [ can be getting the stuff loaded j while you folks see about your ! lunches. I'm sorry I can't take | pou any nearer the ranch house than the gate, though. Aren't they expecting you?" "Oh, yes. Wp wrote Mr. Snavely tome time ago that we intended to irrive today .It can't be so very far xom the gate to the house, can ;t?" "About five miles, I should judge." "Good Lord!" The young man glanced curiously at the people on the sidewalk. "Well, then; I sup- j pose we'd better telephone Mr. Snavely and make sure that he will meet us. We've already tried to find his name in the directory?" Old Charley shook his head. "The line stops about two miles alter you leave town." "No* telephone?" The young man's ' brows puckered. "No ? telephone ? " he spoke slowly; the idea was quite new to him. "But how do people ? " he paused and became more thought ful. "Well, but say, Snavely knows all this. Does he know that you are the only means of transportation and that ? do you have a regular day for making this trip?" "Every Saturday." "Well, then," he continued, pleas ed with his deductions. "Mr. Snave ly knows that we're coming on the same day you brin gthe mail and I'm sure he'll meet us. We're rather important visitors, you know," he finished with a half -embarrassed smile. By the time Old Charley had re turned with a small steamer trunk lashed on the rack and three bags , and a guitar case on the "floor of the car, the little family was wait ing. The family rode in the back seat crowded together in recognition of, the strangeness of their surround- 1 ingS. Shortly after the outskirts of the town had been passed, Old Charley heard the young man's voice raised ' with forced cheerful ness. "Were you ever on an un paved road before Ruth? I don't believe I ever was." For a long time this scrap of conversation lingered in the mind of the- old man. As the miles crawled by, Old Charley settled into a physical and spiritual comfort. Although h e never thought aboujt it he always felt so, after the town had ebbed away and the desert flowed in. By now all trace of man-made things had vanished. Only the road was left, lying Straight to the southwest like a thin wedge, its point in the range of distant moun- I tains which looked as though they | had been recently thrown along the | horizon by a plow. On either side the desert lay? a sky-bound ocean of gray-green and weathered brown. Far to the right jutted a single butte ? craggy, barren, utterly alone. was a thing of blinding light and j quivering heat ? a parched thing which drew moisture from the lips and made the skin like dry paper. A fence of three strands of barb ed wire joined the road from the direction of the butte and followed mile after mile. Then came a gate, and fastened to a post near-by a wooden box with a tin can on top. Old Charley turned from the road and stopped within easy reaching distance of the box. From the mail ] Sack he transferred the post card. A few miles farther on Old Char ley turned to the side of the road and stopped the engine. "Hungry?" he asked, facing around. "Do you want to eat here?" ask ed the girl, as she glanced about with eyes narrowed to slits against the brilliant light. "Can't we go on until we come to a Stream or a tree ? anywhere out of this awful heat?" "I'm mighty sorry," replied the old man, conscious of a certain quivering under the pettishness of her voice, "but I'm afraid this is the best we can do. There ain't no trees on this road ? 'ceptin' a mesquite or two ? and a stream's1 plumb impossible. If we kept on in this direction the first water we'd Down From His Hmh Horse ? ?By Albert T. Reid ' ATTE N DE Z /. 1 COME DOWW ?WE. PARLEZN/OUS kOUl? i^rv^v ? Whui PWB15 iT ALL FRENCH LlgUORS. IP YOW can read THIS. YOU Do NOT NEED YOUR- tYC? Also, No Taxes Otto H. Kahn, senior partner of Kuhn, Loeb & Co., whose testimony before the Senate Investigating Com mittee revealed that no ineome taxes were paid by him for the years 1930, '31 and '32. strike would be the Gulf of Califor lia." The girl shrank back in the seat; ler eyes darted over the desolate andscape as though imploring it 0 produce a tree, a house, an ani nal ? anything familiar. She said lothing. "Wlel, I can stand a little food," ?emarked the young man cheerfully, 'and Dave, here, has already start id on the lunch." He spoke to his urife, as Old Charley busied himSfelf vith a package of sandwiches. 'We're finding things a great deal iifferent that we expected, aren't ve, Ruth? There's something about ill this I like though ? " he swept I lis arm toward the skyline; then >pehing the door, Stepped out and itood beside the car. He faced the iistant butte, now slightly behind hem. "You know, this air is posi ively wonderful!" He tried to take 1 deep breath into his ruined ungs, but choked, and it was a ull minute before he could speak igain. "Anyway," he grinned weak y, "this air was certainly made to jreathe." CONTINUED NEXT WEEK Sunday School Lesson SAUL Lesson for August 13th. I Samuel 9-11, 15 Golden Text: I Samuel 15:22 ' What a splendid beginning Saul made! A huge, shy cowboy, simple md wholesome in his habits, con scious of his unworthiness, and wholly unambi ,ious, he is very iractive. Most ap pealing and ro nantic is the story of how he ftumbled, as if by :hance, on the cingship. He was searching for his father's stray e d isses, and was ibout to aban ion the hunt, when his servant iuggested a conference with Sam lel, who met them as he was jour neying to the high to sacrifice. At >nce the seer knew Saul, for the -lord assured him that this man vas to reign over His flock. And we ?ead, with breathless interest, of how 5amuel told the young man that he asses were found, informed him, greatly to h& surprise, that he was o be kind, and anointed him to that oyal office. The early days of his kingship, oo, heighten this favorable impres ion. But all too soon the clouds rather thickly, and Saul, his dreams hattered, his hopes crushed, falls n dreadful ruin. He is the most ragic figure In the Old Testament, vhom doom follows relentlessly, luman and divine forces are mar haled against him with such in eligible power that a breakdown is nevitable. His suicide at Mount }ilboa seems the logical end for o beaten a man. But bear in mind that he was a :apable leaders, in an entirely new ifflce, demanding backj-breaklng rioneer effort in the fact of oppo ition both from within and with out, for there was little real unity n Israel, and the Philistines' had a Black-Draught Clears Up Sluggish Feeling "I bare used Thedford's Black Draught for constipation for a long time," writes Mr*. Frank Cham nlon, of Wynne, Ark. . "It I get up In the morning feeling dull and sluggish, a dose, of Black Draught taken three times a day will cause the feeling to .pass away, and in a day or two I reel like a new person. After many years of u?e we would not exchange Black-Draught for any medicine," P. S. ? If you have Children, ffiv? them the new, pleaaant-taeting SYRUP of Theiford't Black-Draught. stranglehold on her best lands. But the cards were stacked igalnst him I Many of his people >pposed the Idea of kingship. Sam lel broke with him. He became the victim of nervous storms driving lim, . at times, into temporary ma ils. 80 Saul lived a failure. o Bruce Barton THESE MEN AT THE TOP Where will a man ever get, you ask, If he delivers twice as much is he is paid to deliver? The ans wer is that unless he's a fool he will probably get to and stay at the top. I remem ber once traveling from Chicago to New York on the Twentieth Cen tury Limited. We were due in the Grand Central Station at nine forty, a nice leis urely hour, and three of us who were traveling to Bruca Bvtoa gether decided to make a comfort able morning of it. We got out of our berth at a quarter after eight, shaved and dressed and half an hour later were making our way back to the dining-car. A door to one of the drawing rooms was open, and as we walked by we could hardly keep from locking in. The bed in the room had been made up long since; a table stood between the windows, and at the table, buried in work, was a man whose face the news papers have made familiar to every one. He had been Governor of New York, a Justice of the Su preme Court, a candidate for the Presidency of the United iStates, and was ? at the time ? practising law and reputed to be earning much more than a hundred thous and dollars a year. My companions and I were young men; he was well along in middle life. We were poor and unknown; he was rich and famous. We were doing all that was required of us. We were up and dressed and wpuld be ready for business when the train pulled in at a little before ten. But this man, of whom noth ing was actually required, was do ing far more. I thought to myself as we passed on to our leisurely breakfast, "That explains him; now I understand Hughes." I have several times been in the offices of J. P. Morgan and Com pany after six o'clock in the even ing. I remember vividly the men tal picture which I once had of what such a private banking house might be ? the partners coming down in limousines at eleven and leaving at three, after having given their nonohalant approval to a mil lion dollar deal. But 6n the occasion of one of the visits to which I refer the of fices were clpjfed. The clerks, and assistants and even the elevator men had gone, leaving only night watchmen. Night- watchmen, and some of the partners. There seems to be always lights in the partner** offices no matter what the hour. Of the office force it is required that they travel the one mile which lies between nine o'clock in the morning and five o'clock at night. But the partners travel the second mile; have always traveled it all their lives; and are partners be cause they have. o - . Our Thinking Lags William de Cock Buning, of The Hague, Holland, economist, in the Rotarian Magazine. If it took centuries for mankind to appreciate the desirability of organizing into carefully bordered countires, certainly it will take many years before there can be general realization of the fact that prosperity depends upon the weal of neighbors and that national ex istence can be safeguarded better friendship and cooperation than strife and power. Science has quietly gone ahead and before our very eyes has melt ed down old barriers to intercourse, as witness the cable, the radio, the talking motion pictures, and ocean transprotation. The world has be come an economic unit, with the ups and down of crop and indus trial production in one country af fecting prices in every other land. In short, national isolation has be come obsolete. Man's thinking must keep pace with material progress. o It is proposed to shift the fran chise of the St. Louis Browns to , Montreal. w ? ? ? 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