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For your protection, look for the trade mark #3-:in-One" printed in Red on every package. JSSUE No. 22-32 The Aztec Mystery A Thrilling Story of the Old West BY MURRAY LEINSTER ay SYNOPSIS. Sonny Holman, believing he has been' cheat2d out of ownership of the Aztec /i mine, holds up the mine payrolls. Janet Laurier, who holds legal title to the Az c offers a reward for his capture. She is kidnapped by Garcia's gang, a band of desperadoes. Sonny follows and prevents Garcia from harming the girl, then escapes with her. To his surprise, he finds that the girl suspects him of be- ing in league with Garcia and a con- federate in the } lnapping. CHAPTER TEN. "You had me kidnapped, too," she said bitterly. "I've got your pistol in your back, with my finger on the trig- ger! Don't move! You came to my house and spied out the ground. You were ready to keep me from sum- moning help until your confederates came." Souny shifted his looted repeating rifle to his other arm and began to roll a cigaret as he rode. "I'm lis- tenin',"' he drawled. "This is right fnterestin'. » For the first time her tone was less than positive. "I know that much is true," she said, "because almost the first words you said to Garcia were that you had ridden back with him as you didn't trust him. I don't know whether he--intended--" "He did, ma'am," said Sonny softly, "an' for that I am goin' to kill him." "And so," she said coldly, "as a thief, and as the betrayer of a man who was fool enough to believe in you, and because you had me kidnapped, I'm going to take you into Moleville." Sonny made a sudden movement. She gasped. His hand had snapped up behind him and held the revolver firmly. He pulled decisively on it, working her finger out of the trigger guard with his other hand. "You're goin' to make me mad one o' these days," he drawled. "I'm goin' to be the one that does the takin' into Moleville, ma'am." He put the revolver in his belt again, but before him this time. The gait of Gunpowder had not changed, nor did he cease to irot steadily to- ward the distant flaring lights of the little town. Sonny rode cheerfully |Y onward, smoking the cigaret he had manufactured in the dark. When he flung it away in a trailing arc of sparks, he spoke again. "This busi- ness of bein' outside the law has its disadvantages. I got me a idea right now where bein' respectable would be right useful. I rek'n I'm goin' to reform." There was a long pause. She seem- ed to be looking for a verbal trap. But he seemed to be musing not un- pleasantly. "If you do take me into"Moleville safe," she offered at last, "and you promise to leave the mine alone; be- cause of your helping me at Garcia's place I"ll-- Sonny's head tilted as he gazed meditatively up at an especially bright star. "Ma'am?" "I'll withdraw the reward I've offer- ed for you." "Shucks," said Sonny easily. "That's a compliment. The last steers the Circle Bar sold was only eight cents on the hoof. You' gone an' made me, weight for weight, about the most valuable critter on the range." She did not seem to understand. "And I wonh't prosecute you if you really didn't plan to have me carried oft." "Ma'am," said Sonny dryly, "if 1 ever figure on carryin' you or anybody else off, 'Il arrange it a whole lot bet- ter than Garcia aid." The town lights had disappeared now, and she had lost all sense of di- rection. Something like panic struck her. "Well," she cried desperately,|. "what do you want?" "I'd kinda like, ma'am, to have my rine back." i "You shan't," she cried fiercely. "It's mine! You dor't know--" Sonny waited. Gunpowder topped a little rise and Moleville was again visible, not more than a quarter of a mile away. Janet gave a little gasp of astonishment and r:lief. "I'll tell yuh," said Sonny thought- fully. "I kinda like you, ma'am. Yuh got nerve, an' yuh got spunk an' there's other matters about yuh that I kinda admire. But I always said I wasn't goin' to marry any woman that had more money than me. An' as near as I can figure it, I got to get back the Aztec if I ever figure con proposin' to you." Janet gasped again, but it was dis- tinctly not with pleasure. "You-- you--" "Yes'm," said Sonny pleasantly. "I hate you!" she raged. "You're a thief! You're & murderer! And you dare!" "Just so, ma ron drawled Sonny. "I rek'n Gunpowder we're ridin' on, he'd ha' called me things like that when he first met me. But Gun- powder an' me, we get along right good now." "You're saying," she panted, you'll break me like a horse?" "No, ma'am," Sonny chuckled. "Jus' to kinda domesticate yuh, ma'am. The whole process bein' one o' kindness." The first of the adobe houses of the town appez red. - Sonny spoke to Gun- powder in the private language they seemed to share. Gunpowder meaded his pace a little. The bungalow ap- peared a little distance before them. Sonny halted Gunpowder by a word. The stallion was without either sad- dle or bridle . "Our last stop, ma'am," said Sonny gravely. "This here train don't go no further. J hope you enjoyed your ride: ma'am.' . He helped her to the ground. 3he was raging. "If you told tke truth," she told him, choking with her wrath, "about not having planned this affair tonight, I thank you for helping me." "Dalighted, ma'am," drawled Sonny. "And being foolish about grati- tude," she went on bitingly, "I shan't raise an alarm to have you captured at once." "Mighty grateful, Sonny politely. "But," she cried fiercely, "I'm going to fight you from now on in every way I can! There's going to be an election for sheriff, I've made Mr. Tilford promise to run, to be sure of getting on honest man in office. You won't have a chance to use him as you did your friend! And I've sert for armed guards to travel with my ore wagons! You and your friend Garcia, if you mzke up after tonight's disagreement, won't have the same op- portunity to rob me again! And I'm going to see that you are hunted down and sent to prison for the crimes you have committ.d!" Sonny, mounted on Gunpowder once more, looked down at her and grinned. "If you knew, ma'am," he drawled, "how daw-goned pretty you look when you're mad, you'd sure cultivate 'a irascible disposition." She stamped her foot. "You under- stand," she panted angrily, "I thank you for helping me tonight, and I'm going to see you put in jail!" "Yes, ma'am," drawled Sonny. "And you're right welcome, ma'am, an' I'm goin' down to the mine an' steal the rew payroll that you had come in yesterday to make up for the one I took. Good night, ma'am, an' pleasant dreams." He wheeled Gunpowder about and started at a breakneck gallop for the mine. Day was just breaking, but there was already a light in the mine offices, which he had seen as he rode in with Janet. And inside of two minutes he was grinning joyously at Tilford as that worthy backed away from the mine safe before the menace of a gun in Sonny Holman's hands. Two of Tilford's guards arrived the next day. They rode into town with alkali dust thick upon them and stop- ped at the Roaring Zephyr, Moleville's largest and most prominent saloon, to ask for directions. "The mine's down thataway an' right across," the bartender adsured them. "Name yuh poison." They drank, refilled their glasses and drank again. Then they turned with a clattering of spurs to go out of the place. "* "Uh, gents," said the bartender, "yuh forgot somethin'." He tapped the cash register in a manner politely suggestive. The two men paused. One was a scar-facad, sullen man who had not spoken. other was short and very fair, with sun bleached hair and faded blue eyes of a blank expressionlesshess. The faded eyes fixed themselves upon the bartender--who remembered some- 'king suddenly. He knew the falsity of the tradition that killers are man of piercing dark eyes and menacing frowns. "What'd we forgit?" asked the man with the faded blue eyes. His voice was mild and curiously without in- tonation. There was no trace of ex- pression in it. "Why, uh, yuh didn't pay for yuh drinks," said the bartender very po- litely indeed. He was remembering suddenly where he had seen this man before and hoping fervently that the man would not remember. (To be continued.) "that ma'am," said m The: iY i § ORANGE PEKOE BLEND SALADA TEA "Fresh from the Gardens" My mother used to think: :I was a genius. It is a belief commonly enter- tained by mothers concerning their sons. My mother clung to. the idea with extraordinary tenacity, and in the face of the most convincing evi- dence. I fear she rendered herself not a little unpopular by proclaiming her conviction to the other mothers of her acquaintance. But this was not the worst of the business. The serious thing was that she impressed her be- lef on me. One day 1 did write something I thought no editor could withstand. My piece was entitled "A Morning Re- verie." It was a meditation on an old estate on the outskirts of London which was soon to fall a prey to the speculative builder. Into my composi- tion, which I thought very beautiful, and which I wrote wit very genuine, and perhaps excessive, emotion, I con- trived to drag a passage from Auson- ius, Not that I krew anything much about Ausonius, but it was a piece I remembered out of my Fox and Brom- ley's Passages for Unseen Translation, and I hoped that, Ausonius not being a hackneyed author, the editor might be impressed. He was. He returned my effusion in the stamped, addressed envelope I enclose" I sent it else- where. I kept on sending it. It re- turned every time with the regularity of a homing pigeon. Everybody in the The Would-Be Journalist house could identify the thud of it ae = it fell on the floor when the postman shoved it through the letter-bax, and didn't trouble to go and pick it up. My prestige was at a terribly low ebb, for I had told everyone about it. However, I was destined to regain my r:sition at a bound. I went on writ- ing, but I had lea.nt prudence. I said nothing about it. At last, under the rubric of "Nature Notes," a very touch- ing, but exceedingly mendacious, des- cription of how I used to go hunting the blackberry in Epping Forest, ap- peared in a halfpenny evening news- pape called The Echo. Going home that evening in the train, I looked round to see how many Echoes there were in the carriage, There was one. I scrutinized th: owner. He did not look very intelligent. "Little does that fellow sitting there guess that the author of the blackberry article is here right opposite to him," said I to my- qc I did not contribute any more artic- les to The Echo. But it was an honest Echo; it paid me fifteen shillings. Some few months ago, I was rum- maging among some old papers, when my eye lighted upon - long envelope addressed to me in my own handwrit- ing. I picked it up and looked inside. It was the "Morning Reverie." Do you know, I can almost understand why those editors. . . --J. Lewis May, in. "The Path Through the Wood." For Lewis Carroll You gave the world the gift of gentle laughter, Of magic touched with a prismatic 'gleam; You taught us that life holds frail ro- mance after First youth is past and hearts searce + dare to dream. Your people saunter by, a long proces- sions As mad as April and as sweet as May, They are so real (and this is a confes- sion!) That I can see them, though my hair is gray! There's Alice and the Rabbit, walking primly, The sobbing turtle, and the child that sneezed; The croquet-playing Gc who shout- ed grimly, The drowsy Dormouse, and the Hare that teased . . Your dear illusions never, quite, can pass, ® Though you have wandered through the Looking Glass! ---Margaret E. Sangster. * -- et "I saved twenty dollars this after- « noon." "How was that?" "Jones wanted to borrow twenty- five and I lent him only five." 'Bowling enthusiasts in Florida have discovered that grapefruit make an ex- cellent substitute on the greens for wooden bowling balls, and several tournaments have been held. Well, many a breakfaster will testify to the uncanny aim of the grapefruit.--The Christian Science Monitor. Worst Insect Enemies Of Orchards Controlled Geneva, N.Y.--The nature and habits of the codling moth, the apple mag- | got, the plum and apple curculios and the white apple leaf-hopper have been revealed and the weaknesss which. make them vulnerable to attack by the 4 fruit grower set forth in investigations by experts of the state agricultural ex- periment station here. Many of the experiments having to do with these most formidable ene- mies of the fruit grower were conduct- ed in the Hudson Valley and Lake Champlain fruit districts, principally by Dr. P. J. Chapman and O. H. Ham- mer. They found that "effgient con- trol of orchard pests is gained through . thorough .and timely treatments ap- plied during certain critical points in the development of these insects." For practical reasons, they found, no more sprays should be used than are' necessary to give reasonable protec- tion, and whenever possible each treat- ment should be directed against cone or more pests. While an insect may increase its numbers to an abnormal degree over a wide area, they say, because of ex- ceptionally favorable conditions, fail- ures in controlling orchard pests or uneconomical conrol measures can ls ually be attributed to lack of informa- tion on pest conditibns in the individ ual orchard. i CO One frequently hears the expres- sion that a certain object "moves at a snail's pace." It is only recept- ly, however, that this pace has been chartered. The average snail travels about three inches a minute ---a mile in fifteen days. EE © ee The fishmonger was doing his best to sell his stock. "That's a nice bit o' fish," he said. "Best 'ome cured." The thin-lipped woman sniffed. "Will that: suit you, madam?' put! in the fish monger. "No, it will not," she-snapped. "aust you put that away and give me some- thing what ain't been ill. "Tas To Play! Conn Band Instruments help you make quicker progress. TRY a CONN and note the difference. 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