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^ FRANKhI^I SPEARMAN WN.O. SERVICE CHAPTER VIII—Continued —10— “That’s part ot what he’s done to me. He’s stole my cattle be sides. McCrossen Is the only man that stayed by me through thick and thin. McCrossen's the right man for yoo. You can get mar ried tomorrow If yon want to.” “I haven’t the slightest Idea of getting married tomorrow, father. And If Mr. McCrossen were the -only man left, I certainly should never marry. There’s not a straight hair In his head.” “Sounds like that skunk Deni son’s been tilling your ears for you.” “Bill Denison’s barely ever men tioned McCrossen’s name to me.’’ “Well, keep away from' Denison for good, don’t forget that.” Jane flinched Inwardly but spoke low and clearly: “I can’t promise that, father.” “Why not?” “I don’t think It’s right" “Ain’t I your father?" “Yes.” “Ain’t a parent a-goln* to be obeyed?" “If he is reasonable. I’m not a Child, father.” He grew furious. “I don’t give a damn what you are, you’re not ‘goln’ to take up with any enemy of mine ’n’ you might Just as well jknovi it now—and I’ll see that you ■don’t" Van Tambel. quitting the house, I rode with McCrossen, over the hills ^burned the day before, to deter mine what further measures should -be taken to Insure safety for the ranch buildings. The two men halt ed at the foot of Gunlock Knob. “A lot of good timber gone In that blaze, Van," muttered McCrossen. Van Tambel was silent for a mo ment “The ranch ain’t worth as much as it was yesterday, that’s sure,” he said at last Theh after another pause: “I wouldn’t mind the timber If the damned fire bad held on till It cleaned out Denison." Both were looking down on the neighbor’s ranch. “I wish I was rid of that fellow." Van Tambel’s words fairly grated •out of his harsh throat “Why couldn’t that blamed Are have cleaned out his buildings yester day?” “It was a close scratch. If the wind had shifted—” “Always blows the wrong way for sue. I don't mind losing the timber. If It had caught him, I’d—" He -checked himself suddenly.. “Look here,” be jerked, why can’t we help the wind along next night there’s a blow—just give things a start down there?” “What d'you mean? Burn him out?” “Why not?" McCrossen took the cigarette -from his mouth hut said nothing. “Well?” sputtered Van TambeL -“Why don’t you talk?” “I don’t fancy that kind of a Job.” McCrossen shifted moodily In his saddle. “BUI Denison and I have got our differences—plenty of ’em. Some day I expect to Iron ’em out with him. But It'll be done In day „ Ught Van Tambel sneered. “Look out he don’t get you and the girl both.” “Well”—the words came reluctant ly—“I’ll talk to Barney Rebstock. you’ll have to pay him well.” After Van Tambel came back from the hospital, he reopened his office In Sleepy Cat “I thought you said the old devil couldn’t get well,” complained Par daloe to Dr. Carpy. Carpy was laconic. “He can’t Some day1 hell crack up sudden." But Van Tambel kept Jane so closely under his eye that she had no chance to see Denison. One day her father took her In town on business. The volunteer fire fighters were clamoring for their pay, and Jane, knowing the details of the agreement with Par daloe as to how much beer and I “grub” should be provided, plus their pay, rode with her father, to town, to settle with Pardaloe. -* “BUI.” she said to Pardaloe, when the accounts had been straightened out, “I want to ask a question and I want the truth.” Pardaloe looked at her with shrewd benevolence. “Fire away, girl!” . . “Why does my father hate #11 lj Denison so?” . Pardaloe shifted uneasily. - *f<ra won’t like the truth, Mlw Jane.” “Whether I Uke It or nefcliWent you to teU me, Bltf,”” shTWi" ’ “Well, your dad wants the Spring * ranch—started a fight for It at the Medicine Bend land office. Bill beat him there, so ha goes up to Wash - Jaeton. and BUI has t6 seU off hie Barn riUniTf-fftfii-fiY cows to get money to fight and pay lawyers. ’Fore he got through, the boy had to sell everything to keep his end up." “It was tough,” assented Jane grimly. Her eyes were half closed and (»er lips compressed, as if to shut out unpleasant details. Pardaloe warmed tojils story. “If It wa’n't you, Miss Jane, an' your own dad. I'd call a man that’d act that way—well, wonder to me Is, Bill never plugged him. Now don’t cry; I told you you wouldn't like it.” Jane shook her head and brushed the tears from her eyes with a gesture of defiance. “Don’t mind a little shower. Bill. You’ve told me what I asked for—the truth. Now I want to tell you something. But please keep my secret—will you. Bill?” "Shoot,” was all he said. Swiftly she told him of her first meeting with Denison, and of their rides together. She described how he had saved her life and how afterward her father had ridden over to the Denison ranch with Dave McCrossen, created a scene and forbade her ever again to see Denison. “I’m watched now like a two year-old child,” she concluded, “and I'm rebellious!" Pardaloe looked at her apprais ingly. He observed the animation of her manner and the flash of her eye; be listened to the rapid flow of her words and the spirited way In which he spoke them. The old frontiersman looked at her as an artist might look on a flower; he could see, but couldn’t quite un derstand, all that was hidden with in It. “I wish,” said Jane, musing, al most as much to herself as to Pardloe, “I knew Just what to do." “Do nothin’,” suggested Pardaloe. Jane bridled. “Do nothing! That isn’t very pleasant to think about” “You’ve got to realize your cir cumstances,” he returned. “In the mess you’re In all around out there, It’s best for you to sit tight ’n’ do nothin’. You don’t know it but you’re settin’ on a box of dyna mite.” “Do you expect me to act as peacemaker, Bill?” “I didn’t say that—'twouldn’t be no sort of use. There’ll be peace there when bobcats go back on jack rabbits.” “Well,” sighed Jane, reluctant “you know best, Mr. Pardaloe—” “Bill.” may xou Know Dest, uni. i want to talk to yon again.” “Any time, honey.” Riding home with her father, who rode slowly, she had plenty of time to think. And her thoughts were sober-hued. McCrossen was a thorn In her side. To meet him every day and be halfway pleasant was a daily strain. He tried to make up to her. H1 got off on the wrong foot with you, Jane,” he said one day. The two were standing near the ranch house door, In the sunshine. «“I know that, all right. All I can say is, If there’s anythin’ I can do to square myself, I’m ready to do it whenever you say the word. Is that fair?" Jane was looking up at the moun tains. She answered without ran cor; a mild manner must he her cue now. A Week passed. Van Tambel lay in bed. He had to send Jane to Medicine Bend to attend to some bank business there. To keep her under surveillance. Van Tambel or dered McCrossen to ride to Sleepy Cat ^Srlth her. When Jane heard of the arrangements she flatly refused, to go. “What’s a-matter with you, you damned cantankerous thing!” de manded her father huskily. “Ain’t my foreman good enough for yon to ride with?” , Jane’s features set “I won’t tide with him,” she declared crisply. “Why not?” thundered her fa ther, rising in bed. Jane drew herself up the least bit Her father’s rudeness stiff ened her attitude. “If you want to know the real reason, I don’t want him trying to kiss me on the way home after he’s had too many drinks in the Red Front saloon. I won’t ride with him. If he goes, 1 dorft.” Finally Bull Page was assigned to escort the wayward Jane, and the two set off for town. Jane was P|08t Interested to get some news from Bull Page about Denison; but Bull had neither seen nor heard of him since the Qunlock Knob fire. In Medicine Bend, Jane extended a note, drew some money, paid the hiii« and wilted for the afternoon train home. When she got to Sleepy Cat It was ten o’clock at night, and no rig was at the station from the ranch. She was compelled to spend the dlght at the hotel. It was a long time after* ward before she realized that the whole trip hnd been planned by her father and McCrossen for a pur pose. She rose early, breakfasted alone, and started out to pay the few re maining fire bills. She went first to Spott’s place to pay for the beer. Spotts was ont. “Ought to be back pretty soon,” said Oscar. “He’s got to be here pretty soon to let the bartender out for breakfast” “I’ve an order to leave at Rubl do’s,” said Jane. “I'll be back.” She walked over to the general store, left her provision order for the wagon to pick up, and returned to Spott’s barber shop. Jake, his crutches at his side, was sitting In his barber chair. “Hello there, Miss! Weill How’s things out at Gunlock?” “About as usual, Jake. I’ve come to pay for the beer.” “No more fires botherin’?” “Not at present How much was the beer?” "No hurry about that” “Yes, but I want to clean It up.” “Thank you, ma’am,” said the sa loon keeper and barber as Jane counted out and handed him the money. “If I could only call my old side partner back out of It,”— Spotts shook his head. “None of us will ever forget Pan ama, Jake.” “The damnedest, meanest, ornerl est fires that ever swept them hills,” said Spotts, counting over the m<?ney perfunctorily. “Done "Some Day I Expect to Iron 'Em Out With Him." more damage to the range—not to speak of losln’ the best man we had in Sleepy Cat and cripplin’ up the best man we had in the hills." “Who was that, Jake?” “Why, Bill Denison." Jane started visibly. “Bill Den ison?” she echoed in consternation. “What do you mean?” ‘Well, you know he’s in the hos pital.” “I know nothing of the kind,” ex claimed Jane sharply. She stood white as a sheet. “What has hap pened? Tell me I” “Why, didn’t you know bis eyes is gone to hell?” “What do you mean? What has happened? Tell me!” Spotts started violently out of bis torpor as he saw with amaze ment the effect of his news on his visitor. “Why, Doc. Carpy says that bis eyes got burned some gettln* through that Gunlock Knob fire. Then some son—” Jake checked himself. “Somebody set his ranch house afire last night and nearly burned him up. Ask Carpy; he’ll tell you.” She hurried to the hotel. The doctor was out on a call. Jane hurried to McAlpln’s barn, where she had left her pony, and rode straight up the hill to the hospital. CHAPTER IX “WHERE 18 he* Slsterr VV «Hls room Is on the sec ond floor—218. Shall 1 show yon the way?” “If you please, Sister. I learned 'only a moment ago that he was here. I’ve beard of this dreadful ranch-house fire only this minute. Did he tell you how It happened, Sister?” “He has hardly spoken since they brought him in. But Mr. Scott said It was getting out of the burning ranch house.” “Do you think there Is any chance to save his sight? Oh, Sister, can you Imagine how I feel?” “Dear heart, I do know how you feel. Of course I don’t know a thing about the case, except that Dr. Carpy has given very strict orders about his care.” She was too con siderate to tell how worried she knew Carpy to be. “Of course his room Is dark. And his eyes are bandaged. We like Mr. Denison so much—he’s always been so kind to us with nice gifts. This Is his room.4 The nurse laid her hand on the knob of the door. “Shall I go In with you?” “Do, Sister,” said Jane. Sister opened the door. “Good morning. Mr. Denison.” “Good morning, Sister.” it. . Jane, walking In on tiptoe behind her guide, heard his answer. « “Who's that with you. Sister?” Jane had stepped as lightly as pos sible; but his ears had detected her footsteps. “rve brought you a visitor. I hope you’re not cross,” she added, banterlngly. “Who Is visiting me?” he asked. Jane bad been gradually drawing closer to him. “Bill?” He started violently. For an In stant he was silent as If listening for more. Then he responded, low and strangely, “Jane?” “Yes, Bill." In the dark, her hand touched his arm. He caught both her hands, crushing them with his own, and drew one and the other hungrily to his lips. “Sister," he said, com posed, yet eager, “can you find a chair, In the dark, for Hiss Van Tambel?” With the nurse gliding out of the room, Jane’s bands crept over his shoulders, around hts neck, and as his arms enfolded her, their Ups met “I didn’t want you to hear that I was In trouble till we knew more about It How did you find out I was here, Jane?” “Jake Spotts, Bill. I never dreamed of such a thing,” she said tremulously. “He told me the ranch house was burned last night Ob, Bill!” “I think maybe my eyes will be all right In a couple of days. Ben Page has been working for me for a while. He got hold of Bob Scott to bring me In to see Doc Carpy— and the doctor sent me here.” He felt her warm tears against his cheek. He kissed them .'.way from her eyes. “Don’t cry! There’s noth ing to cry over. I’ll be all right when my eyes get better. Doctor says that won’t be long. I wish yon hadn’t heard of It.” “I wish you’d never heard of me. Bill. To think of It, that I should have been the cause of starting all this trouble. Oh, why couldn’t I have stayed home that dreadful day instead of riding Into danger? I’ll never, never forgive myself. And I’m ashamed to say it, BUI, but the real reason I rode up there was be cause 1 was Just hungry for a sight of you.” Denison only laughed. “Don’t think you’re the only one that was hungry for a sight. If I hadn't been scouting around the Knob trail where I knew you liked so much to ride, I'd never have caught sight of you. What then? Why, Jane, if you were burning in a fire, why shouldn’t I jump in after you? What would be left for me?” “Do your eyes hurt terribly. Bill?" “Not when you’re here, Jane.” “Oh, I know better. I know they do. And I can do nothing to help!” He made light of her worry. There were more furtive tears, more earnest prayers, more sub mission from Jane. More happy laughs, more ardent embraces, more carefree cheer from Denison. “Why, Bill," she protested at length, “one would think there was nothing the matter with you. And 1 am frightened to death.” “I was frightened to death my self till yon came. It’s not much fun sitting alone here In the dark. What frightens me most Is the thought that if the worst should come. I’d lose you.” “You can never lose me, Bill. Re member that" “Yes, but a blind man!” he ex claimed desperately. “Jane, I never could ask you to marry me blind—” “There’s only one way to keep me from marrying that good-for nothing Bill Denison—that’s to kill me and make me Into dust—even then, I’d tremble under his feet I would—Just to annoy him.” Her tongue was light and happy when she said good-by, but her heart was dread with fear. She rode straight to Carpy's office; luck ily she found him In. “Doctor! Pm so worried about Mr. Denison—" “So am L” “You know what happened?” “Said he got trapped In the ranch house fire." “Yes, but It was trying to save my life when his eyes first got hurt” “Never said a blamed word about that" “I was up on Gunlock Knob, and he rode up to get me through the fire. “Doctor,” she asked, unsteadily, “can’t you save his eyes?" “Jane, my girl, give me another two weeks. If I thought anybody, anywhere, would do anything more than I’m doing, Td put him on the cars tonight It’s time, Jane, time." If Jane expected to get much in formation about the Denison fire at home, she was disappointed. When she reported It to her father, he was silent—professing still to feel out raged at her insubordination. Mc Crossen was more communicative, even sympathetic; but he knew lit tle about the fire. (TO BE CONTINUED) Sea in Different Direction* The curious little reptile that Is noted for changing Its color to suit its background, the chameleon, and the small oddly shaped fish known as the hippocampus or sea-horse, have one peculiar characteristic in common. Their eyes move Inde pendently of each other. When a chameleon gets one eye focused on an Insect It moves the other eye until It, too, is focused on the prospec tive prey. Then it darts out Its long, sticky tongue to make the catch. Persons observing sea hones In aquariums have noted that their two eyes appeared to be looking in opposite directions.—Detroit News. — ,i,-4,Y| ,fc- ■■■- '■ Wit fa ~2hJimhd about V. 8. Lagv Behind. Hollywood, calif. —What I saw at the na tional air races in Los Angeles set me to thinking. It’s a dan gerous thing—thinking is— and nearly always upsetting to the peace of mind. I’m thinking that no longer is the navy our first line of defense nor the army the second line. I’m thinking that the chief peril— and the chief securi ty from that peril— is in the air now. And of all the great powers, we are the most woe fully behind in the matter of airplane protection. It would take us two years to make our air force as strong as it was Irvin S. Cobb xuui jc<u a dgu. xi wuuiu waive m finitely longer than that to make it as strong as the present looting ol any country which conceivably might attack us. stable after the horse was gone—if the stable hadn’t been blown flat Rules for Long Life. A JAPANESE doctor has landed with the word that, by follow ing a few simple rules, a fellow lives to be 240 years old. He didn’t say, but I figure this applies only to those of us who never go motor ing. The principal rules are to sleep on a hard mattress with a metal pillow and learn to wriggle like a goldfish. Whether, in time, the be ginner sprouts gills and a fantail is not stated, but it sounds plausible. I’ve already spoken to a tinsmith about a pillow and, on awakening this morning, made a few experi mental wriggles. My intentions might fool some people, but I don’t believe they’d fool a goldfish, unless he’d been drinking or something. I’m afraid my finning was faulty. Besides, I didn’t feel any too digni fied—greeting the dewy dawn by behaving goldfishiously. War Names Confusing. NOT content with coining eighty or ninety separate different and confusing names for the oppos ing forces in Spain, the correspond ents have gone and thunk up a plum bran’ new one—extremists. Maybe, though, the point is well taken. The dispatches would seem rather to indicate that quite a num ber of persons over there have late ly shown a tendency to verge to ward the extreme. And picking out the various par ties mixed up in the French politi cal mess—that’s another tough job. Only today I ran into this one—left centrist. It sort of suggests Ty Cobb in his palmy days, covering the outfield. But—that couldn’t be be cause the French don’t go in for baseball. They prefer dueling as be ing just as exciting. I must say it’s discouraging just when, by following the news from Paris, I’m beginning to get the Reds unscrambled from the Pale Pinks, and the Mauves from the Helio tropes, and the Holy Rollers from the Merry Widows, to have this add ed complication bust right in my face. Looks as though I’ll have to start it all over again. How to Reduce. EVER since the day when I was known among friends as Thy roid Deficiency Irvy, the human de tour, I’ve fought the losing fight against overweight I tried dieting and became the best friend the American spinach in dustry ever knew, yet had only to turn my head to brag and I re gained, practically instantaneously, what I’d lost I exercised until I had the jitters, but when I’d taken off half a pound, it bounced right back while the doctors were reviv ing me. But now I’ve found the absolute ly certain cure for reduction. It’s working in a moving picture with little Jane Withers. When she sets the pace you can track yourself back home by your cwn perspira tion. Another engagement with Janie and I could be rented out as my own living skeleton. Has Memories of Valencia. IT’S hard to concentrate on pen nant fights in the big leagues when we read of war-racked Spain, with 100,000 already dead. I hope the lovely old city of Va lencia has escaped the common ru in. Seven years ago I was travel ing around and about over three continents, and at every stop had listened morning, noon and night, to the song “Valencia.” So a friend and I made a pilgrim age to the town in which presum ably, the thing originated, and Va lencia turned out to be the one spot on the map where nobody had ever played that tune or sung it or hummed it or whistled it, or even heard of it. It was indeed a relief. So we stayed a week. The sherry-and egg before luncheon was also quite good—all but the eggl _ _IRVIN g. ************* ★★★★★★★★★★★A****** STAR DUST jMLovie • Radio ★★By VIRGINIA VALE** ************* HENRY FONDA’S mar riage to Frances Seymour Brokaw will increase the little circle of smart society women who, married to motion picture actors, reside in Hollywood. Richard Barthelmess, Gary Cooper and Fred Astaire all married into the Social Regis ter. Incidentally, Mrs. Brokaw’s life story is rather like that of a movie. Bom in a small town in Massachu setts, she was the poor cousin' of the wealthy Rogers family. Very pretty, very charming, she had ev erything but money. She met George T. Brokaw, who had both wealth and social position, fell in love with him, married him; in 1931. Mr. Brokaw died nearly two years ago, leaving his widow and their small daughter well pro vided for. She never forgot what it meant not to have plenty of money. She has done notable things in charity work. Henry Fonda, whom she met this summer in Eu rope, is a fortunate young man. r——-+ Bette Davis may seem to be a temperamental star when it comes _ to battling over sto Bette Davis Inca ctnu acuarjr, uui away from the stu dio she is most de cidedly just another | human being. | Not long ago she | and her husband I were traveling I through the Canadi I an Rockies, on the | first part of that va & cation trip she’s tak ing. She did rather startle the otker guesiB <u uie nuiei at ijaite i^ouise by wearing a very low-cut evening gown—but she startled them still more by taking the bus to Banff the next day, instead of being exclusive and going in a private car. Here’s a new way to break Into the movies. Marjorie Gage, a young society girl, likes to fly. She en tered her own plane for the Ruth Chatterton Flying Cup race—and first thing she knew, had been en gaged for a picture, “The Flying Hostess”. —♦—• Simone Simon does so well in “Girls’ Dormitory” that she is be ing pushed right ahead. An Ameri can girl who, just for fun, acted in a French film made in Salzburg summer before last, declared when she came back that Simone was the cutest thing she ever saw. “Her face and her figure are both cute,” she announced. “And her mind’s cute too.” Take that as a compliment or the reverse just as you please. Anyway, Simone will be seen next in “White Hunter,” with Warner Baxter. A short story which has attracted much attention, “Beyond the Sound of a Machine Gun,” has been pur chased by a leading studio, and in it will appear George Raft, Cary Grant, Randolph Scott and Fred MacMurray. —♦— We’re to have still more Dickens on the screen. “Pickwick Papers” will be the next Dickens picture. Paramount intended to make it with W. C. Fields, but that plan has been abandoned, and Metro has taken it on. Jean Muir decided recently that she’d like her hair better if it were Drown, instead or blonde. Also, she cut off her bangs. Then she made some tests for War ner Brothers. They objected to the changes. And as a result of a lot of ar gument, the hair stayed brown but the bangs returned. Some movie fans are betting that eventually Jean will Jean Muir return to blonde hair. They point out that it was as a petite blonde that Jean first attracted attention and that its appeal is one of her big assets. The cycle of war pictures Is well under way. Twentieth Century-Fox launched it with “The Road to Glory,” and continues it with the forthcoming “King of the Kyber Rifles” and “The Splinter Fleet.” ODDS AND ENDS ... The young Dionnes are learning some English words for “Reunion,” their next pic ture . . . Eleanor Powell plans to drive East in October, see some new plays in New York, pick up her grandfather and grandmother and drive back to the coast . . . Pretty good for a girl who learned to drive so recently . . . William S. Hart may screen . . . Did you The Mind Meter • C Beil Syndicate. —WNO The Jumbled Sentence True-False Test In this test there are mixed-up sentences, which either true or falst. First, ai range the sentence to read erly, and secondly, underline letter T if the statement a true fact, or underline the ter F if the fact expressed false. 1. Louis located center the in St. American financial. T—F 2. Of flows the Mexico the Mississippi into. T—F 3. Roosevelt’s woman in a President is cabinet. T—F 4. To belongs France island muda of the. T—F 5. The situated Panama equator' canal the is below. T—F 6. Proclamation war chief cause Emancipation was the Civil the. T—F 7. Get must through China waii to to one pass. T—F 8. Sea river the into the flows Black Volga. T—F Answers: 1. The American financial cen ter is located in St. Louis. F. 2 The Mississippi flows into tfcg| Gulf of Mexico. T. 3. There is a woman in dent Roosevelt’s cabinet. T. 4. The island of ^Bermuda longs to France. F. 5. The Panama canal is sltuab below the equator. F. 6. The Emancipation Pr tion was the chief cause of Civil war. F. 7. One must pass through waii to get to China. F. 8. The Volga river flows into1 the Black sea. F. An Emperor's Advice What a great deal of time ease that man gains who lets neighbor’s words, thoughts, behavior alone, confines his spections to himself, and care that his own actions honest and righteous. — Marctu Aurelius. 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