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CHAPTER XI—Continued “13— “Yes, you can, damn you, and you will. Let me put that bandage back where It belongs—and you keep It there. Don’t talk about eye sight unless you want it back. Where the hell do I come ln7 What sb I getting ont of this?" It was <^a battle between two strong wills, and It was long In the waging. But when Carpy, wiping the sweat from bis forehead and, himself almost unstrung, left Denison’s side, his 0>atlent had ridden out the storm and bad promised quiet till the two could think of what might be done, pledging In the Interval mutual and absolute secrecy. Secrecy, however well pledged, grows more difficult to control in proportion to the number of per sons pledged. Carpy swore Sawdy and Lefever . to It very easily. McAlpIn and Ben £age were warned that if the story aked out. It might become un pleasant for both. As for Bob Scott no one was ever known to worm a secret out of him; Barney, of course, dared not talk. Yet it will easily be understood “hat too many people bad the story; and only the continual efforts of Dr. Carpy In silencing, through threats of what might happen to them, fine sr another of the con spirators kept It under cover. Jane, after the usual storm with iher father, who knew what she was doing, rode next morning into town to make her visit to the hospital. Denlsoa was a poor actor. In his endeavor to make Jane feel there had been nothing to upset him, he ros over solicitous. Carpy did tter; but be was compelled to ad mit that Denison bad not been do ing quite so well—since Jane could see that for herself. Her father continued taciturn and £loof. Jane knew she was defying him by continuing to visit Denison, yet being of much the same tena cious will as her father himself, she reckoned little of it But her visits and ministrations to the injured neighbor of Ounlock Ranch became so frequent, and she herself was so wholly Indifferent to comment, that the situation be came food for local gossip. Here was Van Tambel a deadly enemy of Denison’s, with his daughter openly showing a very special In terest in Denison’s condition at the hospital—carrying to him delica cies and spending with him half her time in town. ± Things were at this pass when one day Van Tambel told his daughter he must go to Medicine Bend on some bank business. Jane knew that he was not able to make the trip—Carpy had told her more £han once that the old man's life hung by a thread. She pleaded with ber father, found out what the busi ness was, and offered to go In his stead. She took the morning train tor Medicine Bend, secured the further time on his notes at the bank, spent the night at the Mountain House, and took the afternoon train west for Sleepy Cat. spring.” Jane listened with bated breath. “Why, It's common talk In Sleepy Cat,” the narrator went on, “that Jke paid Barney Rebstock to set Rill's ranch house afire and came damned near burning Btll up In It" •. Her heart stopped beating as she ^The Pullman cars were crowded, jane was forced to find a seat In a day coach. Here she placed her (handbag in the seat beside her, bought a magazine, and resigned herself to a long afternoon and eve ning. men had taken the seat dt tly behind her. Jane resumed her reading until In the conversa tion between the two men her at tention was attracted by catching the name of BUI Denison. Her curiosity once aroused, It easy to follow the drift of their Presently she beard mention father’s name. Aroused now keen interest, Jane was torn be the feeling that she ought Usten and the Impulse that must. ‘Of course, nobody can prove it” were the words she heard. “I didn’t say they could. That old bird JMtnows too well how to cover his ^tracks. But everybody knows how he deviled Denison’s brother when ed there—tried to buy him then scare him out. and then smoke him out. The old devil has 4been crazy ever since he owned . Gunlocb to get hold of that little Spring Ranch. Why? Account of the water. It’s the biggest spring In the hills. Now that he’s back from the hospital, the first thing he "^thinks of Is to get hold of that bated breath, talk In Sleepy ered as calmly as the merest bit of current gossip would be dis cussed on a street corner. “According to what I hear," con tinued the narrator, “Sawdy and some of Bill’s friends choked the story out of Barney. Sawdy got cut up In the fracas with him— Sawdy was laid up in the hospital for a month. Barney’s a mean devil with a knife.” The train was pulling Into Sleepy Cat. Jane, rousing herself frojn a stupor, her breath choking her, ner heart ready to burst with every beat, staggered to her feet, dazed, and supporting herself along the aisle with her hands alternately on the backs of the seats, stepped blindly down to the platform. Bull Tage, who was in with the team and buckboard to take her home, reached for her handbag. “No, Bull,” Jane said quietly. "I’m not going out tonight.” "Not going out?” “I’m staying In town.” “Stayin’ In town?” stammered Bull, vastly surprised. “Drive me to the hotel,” Jane said wearily. “I’ll take a room there. You drive home and come back for me tomorrow afternoon.” It was ten o’clock. Assigned to a room, Jane freshened herself after the long, dusty car ride, bathed her face and temples again and again In cold water, and tried to collect her throbbing thoughts. It all seemed like a hideous dream. Surely It could be shaken off; surely men could not be so fiendish as to plot fire and so hor rible a death as would follow to sleeping men. Her father! She shuddered. This thought was most horrible of all— incredible—and yet . . Of one thing she felt certain: if It were true, she could no longer live under the same root with him, and the-terrifying duty of learning the revolting truth from his own lips confronted her. And her lover—Bill, blinded Bill —what now of him? Could she ever face him again? What would he say? What would he do? He knew the truth. No doubt re mained In her mind on that point. No need now to ask why he seemed worried and changed. Was he only waiting, trying to decide how to tell her he could not marry her—that her father had blinded him—that they must part? She threw open her window and kneeling before it, looked out upon thq silent, far-stretching desert with "Let Me Put That Bandage Back Where It Belongs.” Its myriad of heavenly lights. The cool air cleared' her head. But what could loosen the deadly grief and shame that clutched at her pound ing heart? When Dr. Carpy walked Into his office from the dining room after breakfast next morning, be saw Jane Van Tambel standing before the window, looking out “Why, Jane!” he exclaimed. “What brings you here so early?' She looked around at him In si lence. The doctor walked over to her and laid bis bands on ber shoul ders.' “Jane,” ne asked, “what has happened, girl?" The grief In her sunken eyes was too apparent. “Oh, doctor 1” The exclamation came like a burn of suffering long pent. “I know everything." He saw the fat was flatly la the Ares Indeed be had long had only a faint hope of keeping the facts His real hope had been that she might not bear the troth till be coold save Denison’s eyes and thus cushion the horrid shock that the facts must bring to an In* nocent sufferer. She had thrown her arms on the cable In front of ber. Her bead sank between them. Dr. Carpy rose, walked around to the other side, lifted her bead and, standing beside ber, supported It In his arms. “Jane,” he said slow ly, looking down Into her pltlfbl eyes, “from what you tell me, I see that you have heard loose stories floating around.” “Tou, too, htft’e heard them. Doc tor. Why, oh, why didn’t you tell me?” “Jane!” exclaimed the doctor, driven from his last stronghold of reserve by the poignancy of her grief. “How the hell could I tell you a story Involving those It did In such an affair? Actually, no body knows Just what the facts are. Now we must get started right. First you tell me all you heard. Then I’ll tell you all I've heard—Is that fair?” Brokenly, and pausing at Inter vals to control her voice. Jane gave him the train story, Carpy had bowed his head. “Well,” he commented as she looked soberly .up, "that’s not far from what I’ve been told myself. But, Jane, I’m not a bit sure we have the facts In these stories. They all depend on the word of one of the worst characters In this country. Barney Rebstock wouldn’t hesitate at anything low down In the whole range of crime—anybody In town will tell you that He’s not only an ex-convict but the biggest liar In this whole country.” "Doctor,” she said solemnly, “does Bill know all that you and I know?” “Jane,” he answered In like, “Bill knows all that you and I know.” “Oh, I knew It I knew It. To think that poor I should have brought this horror Into bis life 1” “Jane, that’s not so. This might all have happened If you never had seen this country." . “I want you to do one last favor for me. Doctor. Will you?” asked Jane. "vvnat is it, jane?" “I want you to say to Bill that I freely release him from his prom ise of marriage; that I beg him to forgive me all I have Innocently caused him to suffer—and that I will leave here forever—" “.Tane!” exclaimed her listener. She raised her hand, 'Tve not fin ished yet.” “Go on!” he snapped, bluntly. “My father has made me his heir to Gunlock ranch; be has no other heir. This morning I will make my will and beqaeath whatever I in herit from ’ iny father to" William Denison, to atone as far as I can for the wrongs my father has done him.” “Well?” remarked Carpy coldly. “That Is all.” “And that Is wbat you want me to tell Bill?" “That, Doctor, Is what I want Bill to know. Oh, If I had another to do It for me, dear Doctor, 1 wouldn't put it on you.” Carpy rose to his feet. “Jane, you're sending me on a fool's errand. But seeing I'm noth ing but an old fool, 1 expect I'm just the man for the job. I can tell you now what he'll say as well as If I’d seen him and given him your message. But I know, of course, that wouldn’t satisfy you. So I’ll go—and go now. “Now promise,” he repeated, in parting, "you will stay right here In this office till I get back.” But she was 111 prepared for what she saw when the office door was opened half an hour later and Dr. Carpy pushed Denison ahead of him into the office. Bill’s eyes were ban daged. He groped a little with bis hands, while the doctor guided him to a cnalr. “Here be Is, Jane,” announced Carpy bluntly. “He can speak for himself.” She had not an Instant to wait. No sooner did Denison feel blm self seated In a chair than he held out bis arms and said, apparently not with deep feeling, not with pained emotion, but In the most commonplace, every-day. matter-of fact manner: “Where's my girl? Come here!" The old doctor watched Jane run timidly to Denison's side. “Bill!” she exclaimed brokenly. “Here I am!" “What’s all this talk I hear about your quitting me, Jane?" he asked unsteadily. “Bill, I thought you ought at least to have a—’’ “Well, I’ve bad my chance, haven't I? And this Is my answer. TUI death us do parti Nothing less, nothing else goes! Is that plain, girlie? I gave you a chance the other day to quit me—what was your answer?” CHAPTER XII JANE did not go home that after noon. She sent Bnll and the buckboard back with instructions not to come in for her nntil she sent word. She wrote a brief note to her father, merely saying that she bad attended to his business and would be home in a few days. Van Tambel, In an impatient rage, sent Bull back with an order to Jane to come home at once. The harsh message made less im pression on bis daughter than be had intended; but it did bring back the answer that she would be out soon. When the buckboard next day ..:. drew np at tbe ranchhouse door, lane alighted wltb a fast-beating heart Fortunately, when she got home, her father was out in the hills. Her welcome came from Quong; It sort of broke the Ice of the home-com ing. But she went to her room, got oat her two old suitcases, dusted them off, laid them on her bed and. stripping the hookjf of her closet and opening the drawers of her dresser, began almost furiously to pack. While she was at this, she heard the heavy uneven steps of her fa r t—r "Bill, I Thought You Ought at Least to Have a—" ther In the living room, and the nest minute his huge bulk darkened the open doorway of tier bedroom. “Hello!” he snapped. She turned. “Hello. Father.” she responded simply. “What are you doing?” “Packing.” “What fr?”. “Preparing to go Into town." “What you goln’ in town agin fr?" “I’ve got a Job In town, and I’m going there to work at It.” “What kind of a job?” he snorted. “I'm going to study nursing at the hospital.” “What the hell yon goln' to do that fr?” “Because things have been done from here that make this place hateful to me. I couldn’t stand It here any longer.” “What things yon talkin' about?’ She looked at him steadily. “I’m talking about burning Bill Deni son’s ranch house.” “What’s that got to do with your quitting home?" “Everything. Everybody’s talking about that Are. 'Barney Rebstock has told that you paid him for set ting Are to a neighbor’s ranch house with men sleeping in It.” “Why, that fellow’s the worst - liar in Sleepy Cat. Nobody believes anything be says.” “I can tell you everybody be lieves it,” she said, trembling. “Do you believe It?” “Father, I am forced to unless you can convince me you had noth ing to do'with It This wretch nas had a pocketful of money.” Van Tambel regarded her with perfect poise. “Why, I did give him a little money. I’ll say I've been sorry for him. I know he bates Bill Denison—a good many folks In this country’s got no use for that—” “Stop!” cfled Jane. “Don’t say anything against Bill Denison. He saved my life I” “—that damned, dirty, ornery rus tler and thief—” Jane’s eyes blazed. She stamped her foot “Don’t you dare!” she cried. “What you’re saying about him is what every one in this coun try says about you.” "Yes? There’s some damned mean people In this country,” thun dered her father. "Just look out for yourself, my lady. I don’t know any more about that Are than you do. If Barney Rebstock wanted to get even with Denison, that's his business, not mine. You shut your trap.” “That’s not all.” “More lies, eh?” “McCrpssen has told in town that you once tried to get him to set the house on Are and he refused to do It” “He lies! He did do It! I gave him Ave hundred dollars to do it. He agreed to do it and took the money to do it* I£ he hired Bar ney Rebstock to start the Are that’s his lookout! I left you here to watch things, and McCrossen has been running off my steers ever since I went to the hospital. He knows I know it. He knows I’m go ing to get after him. And I will,” he shouted with a frightful oath. “Now look here! I’ll tell you where you get ofT. You’re not going a step to town! I know your scheme; you’re going to live with that man Denison—” “Father!” (TO BE CONTINUED) Nation* Seek Monopolies The enterprising and commercial nations of the world know there Is far more money to be made secur ing and establishing for themselves a monopoly in the undeveloped re gions of the earth than In peaceful and competitive commerce with each other. I STAR | DUST * jMLovie • Radio ★★★ By VIRGINIA VALE*** FRED ASTAIRE, when he and his wife arrived in New York after their European va cation, staged what may be called either an outrageous at tack of temperament or a burst of completely justified anger. He was willing to pose for photog raphers for newspapers and news reels, but his wife was not. Some body snapped her anyway — and Astaire proceeded to raise the roof until he got the plate. He explained that Mrs. Astaire does not want publicity; that she is not a Hollywood celebrity, but his wife, and does not want to be any thing else. She feels, apparently, that the public can have no interest in her. Astaire would seem to be right. And there’s a question as to wheth er he’d ever have got that plate if he hadn’t made himself very dis agreeable in order to do so. Per fectly calm and even-tempered peo ple have discovered, the moment they came into contact with the mo tion picture business, that they weren’t taken seriously unless they flew into a rage every so often. —*— Madeleine Carroll, whom you’ll see in “The General Died at Dawn," (that is, you’ll see it if you want to see a swell picture) is in pictures because she •wants to be, not be cause she has to earn a living. She is the wife of Capt. Philip Astley, who was considered one of the greatest catches in England before they were married. At that time she had not madA a noma fnr Madeleine Carroll herself; she was just one more girl who was doing all right in pictures. She went right on doing all right in them. Hollywood discovered her, and claimed her. Beautiful, intelli gent, talented, she manages both her career and her marriage very well indeed. One thing she couldn’t manage—she and her husband had planned to go to their castle in Spain last summer, and the revolu tion spoiled their plans. We’re always hearing about the effect that the gowns worn in pic Joan Crawford lures nave on xasn ions. So it may in terest you girls to know that at the present ation of “Fashion Futures’’ at the Waldorf-As toria in New York, held recently by fashion authorities, these were among the dresses chosen from pictures which, it is said, will be modified for the rest of us to wear this year: Joan Craw ford’s red velveteen robe, worn in "The Gorgeous Hussy”—it has huge sleeves, mink reveres, and braided cuffs and shoulders. Loretta Young’s blue challis, with shirred skirt and sleeves and a ruffled petticoat, worn in “Ramona.” And Olivia de Haviland’s bouffant organdie, with a pleated flounce for a hem worn in “The Charge of the Light Brigade.” When the football broadcasts get under way Albie Booth, who was chosen for the AU-American team when he played at Yale, will de scribe them for WHN, New York. Last fall he attended one of the big games in the party with your correspondent. And, unlike many men at football games, he just watched the game. He didn’t call plays, he didn’t express opinions about players, he didn’t even say what he thought of the game. •H —■¥. Jane Hamilton, RKO actress, bought a new coupe the other day and went into a huddle with the salesman over having it painted a special shade of gray. She couldn’t decide on the shade, and was think ing it over when a gray car was driven in. “Well,” says Jane. “I think that color will probably do.” “It should,” retorted the sales man. “That’s Clark Gable's $20, 000 Dusenberg.” ODDS AND ENDS . . . Joseph M. Schenck, who is chairman of the board at 20th Century-Fox, has imported a Shetland pony for Shirley Temple . . . The pony’s name is “Samuel of Spleen” . . . They’re making pictures fast with Shirley these days, because she’s grow ing up ... In two years Robert Taylor has become Metro’s most popular play er ... If you’ve read “Gone With the Wind" don’t you think that Miriam Hopkins ought to have the role of the heroine when the book is filmed . . . And Clark Gable is perfect for the hero . . . Loretta Young has gone off to Honolulu, alone . . . Rumor had it that she and Eddie Sutherland would travel there on their honeymoon . . . “Swing Time” has been held over for the thirdweek at NewYork’t Radio City Music Hall—that’s how good it is . . . Jack Oakie is very funny on the radio (did you hear him with Bob Bums during Bing Crosby's absence?!, but for tome reason sponsors don’t appre ciate him. • Wntm Newspaper Union. Wit rlpin 1J.VI0U) 'IMjmhdchout w Praising California. VERNALIS, CALIF—They used to say that California flowers had no real smell, and that California birds had no song—and that’s a lie because the resident mocking bird feels it his Christian duty to get right under my bedroom window and sing all night—and that Cali fornia grown foods had no flavor. It’s true California still produces one pear which suggests a low grade or damp cot ton batting, and one variety of fig which could pass for li brary paste, and a certain tropical pawpaw which makes you think you’ve been licking postage stamps. And there’s a special breed of mushrooms which is about the size of a derby hat and tastes like one. Irvin S. Cobb But we can grow apricots and cherries and nectarines and peaches as toothsome as you’d ask for; and noble berries and luscious prunes and delectable grapes; and, on this great ranch, about the finest mel ons I ever ate. There’s likewise a red onion which has a taste all right—eat it raw and you taste it for days and days. And if you think our flowers don’t smell enough, try our politics. Troubles of a Pioneer. LIFE in these parts is just one thing after another, and some times it’s several things after an other, all at once—such as the rush of the autograph collectors upon a poor, shy movie star, or the yelp ing onslaught of our estate beagles when a visiting nobleman incau tiously intimates that he might sell his trailer and buy a lot. But complications also pile up for a life-long resident who has been here, as I have, nearly two years now and so is qualified to join the Early Pioneers’ California society. Here I go and take on a radio pro gram—and I did so hope to fly east to see what Mrs. Harrison Williams will be wearing this falL At times the temptation just to drop every thing and start has been well-nieh overpowering. Reducing Motor Accidents. T E’RE great people at starting VV something, but, just then, along comes a new crusade or a new movement or a new style in di-' vided skirts and we trail off after that, forgetting the issue which had seemed so passionately important. Last January we were all enlist ing to make 1936 a safer year on the highroad. With the year nearly three-fourths gone, what have we done to reduce the appalling mor tality? And what are we going to do before all of us, except the idiots and drunkards, who are supposed to be the special ward of providence, have been mowed down? I’m reminded of the colored man in Mississippi who was convicted of murder, and his lawyer forgot to file an appeal, and finally the condemned man sat down and wrote this letter: “Dear Guvnor: Please, suh, I is on the middle of a purticu lar fix and onlessen you do some thin’ right away, they hang me Friday—here ’tis Wednesday al ready!” Savins Your Teeth. npHOUGH thy teeth be but state ly ruins, with English ivy grow ing all over them and bullbats nest ing in the hollows, fight off for as long as possible those who think the root of all evil is the bottom of your remaining bicuspid. Don’t let ’em be too fast about photographing your jaw either. No man ever yet had an X-ray picture that flattered him. Particu larly is that true when it's an in terior view of the human face. Because, the next thing you know, a gentleman in a white smock is testing some forceps and saying, “This may hurt—just a little.” And then the next thing after that, your uppers are as false as Judas. 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