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EdA St^ AGS â- i fc v.- a •â- ' ^ H OF REVENGE K'S e Synopsis , :.i CHAI'TEP . X'l: Juanita finds the brother of the boy killed at Don Attero's Cross. He is Burr Aid- man, nidkhamed "Siraw" because of his red hair. CHAPTER XXIII "I see fire. I conic last. 1 hear shots." I think niaylie I am of help, senor, hut â€" " The vouth in rag gcd clothes looked at the rcmaius of fop Aklnian. "I am too late, no?" "Yes," Straw '.Mdman said dully. "Too late." "Maybe f can do sonuthiiig'for ' you?" "No." Straw Aldniaii shook tiis head. "I'm piillihg out as soon as my brollur Sam gets Ixack â€" home." "Your brother?" The voice was thick with jiity. for the eyes of the young Spanish stranger were cii the hooiprinls of a horse â€" fresh prints of a horse that had recently been there. .'Xnd almost as recently â€" just a little while before â€" those same hoof- prints had been at Don .Attero's Cro;--.. * ♦ • "Your brother?" the stranger re peatcd, the soft voice husky. "Yes. He went up on Mission Ridpe tn attend to a chore. I'm c.t- pcctiiif; him back most any minnto." "Nineteen maybe be was, your brother " the stranger asked. "Hair like straw â€" more light than your own? Blue shirt? Shacs, not bouts?" LJurr Aldman nodded. "That's Sam, all right. You know him? You've run across him maybe?' The young stranger was hard pressed for words. "Amigo," he said gently, ".Sam docs not come back." "What?" Uie strangled cry came Irom young Aldman's choked throat. "It is true. Sam and this old man here â€" thov arc together now.. Sabe?" "^'ou mean that Sam is dead?" Straw .Mdinan shouted as he took a quick step forward. Your Handwriting and You Alex By S. Arnott Your Trail of Ink Tells a Story This is the age of re,scarch, willi the engineer 'and his rcjearch of metals to deteriuilie. their (jualily and Kradc, the food chemist with hte research of food products, and the industrialist in his research for more and- better production. They arc i;ver , analysing the •trength and weakness of their pro ducts in thoir search for (|Ualily. the goal of perfection. Handwriting analysis is concern ed with the research of character from handw riliiit;, the measure ol sfrenglh and weakness of the in dividual personality. Your mental ability, habits and moods, traits and aptitudes, good, l)ad or in different are on display to the handwriting anal- st by the trail of ink you leave on paper The strok ei of your writing, the dnllinp of the letter "i,"the crossing of th* letter "t." are all different to an other's writing, indicating each individual's traits as distinctly as night is from day. • • » The interesting feature of hand writing analysis is that it shows the trend of thought, desire, am bition and depth of cinolional feel ing of the writer, fully ,revealinK! his rhar;irlrr on .papei III/" •well do you know these p'ersoflal characteristics? Where lies the ability, purpose and strength ol character in your han(J.wriling? Aiiyane uishing a mart coinfl^l .i. analyxis l<li-ase send stij adtlresscii' stain l>ed cn;eU>fc In linx /?. roo'' 421, 7.) Adi-lmde Si. W'fsl, Torunlo. Then it no charge for thit service i Y N* C L E "Si." Juanita de Cuevas pointed to the dislant cross and reverently crossed herself. "He is there, amigo, hanged by soniej devil." "Sam!" Slowly the truth seeped into Straw Aldman's mind, ate into His heart like poison. "That leaves â€" just me," he said, his voic? tight with h'ttcrness, "for them to get. Well, they had better do it, plfiity ^irontl" His voice broke. His lips clamped shut, and the line of thein was like a twisted scar. Juanita understood. She had known a like shock ind ferief her- self. • - • â-  "You try Up find this killer, no?" shv asked. "Not just one of them I" Aldman burst out. "All of them! -And most especially a rathlcshake n'amed Pete Haskell who is the ringleader of the whole killing beef men outfit 1" «' » * "And you, amigo?" Juanita said softly, "YoTi think you fight long, alone? Ob. no, they make you a candle. Puff! You are finished." "I don't know who you are strang- er," the young farmer said, "but I'll say this much and no more. I say I'll kill every last one of them before I'm through 1" "There is much law in this coun- try, amigo," Juanita said. "In the town of Cold Creek Sheriff Lands is said to.... I'nt I see that there is no restraint to hold you. Good luck." The young Spanish stranger held out a friendly hand of sympa- thy and understanding. "Adios. Who knows but that you shall not fight alone, after all? For it said by my people that El Cahallero Rojo has heard of the plight that has fallen over this valley, and that he itt sntnewlrere around." â-  The tattered, youtbfiil . stranger turned s 'ijtly mounted the horse that stood near with reins dragging and faded away injo the night. Burr .\ldiiian stared until the stranger was a speck in tlVe distant gloom â€" aiul then gone from sight. But the'stfaiif^er's words were Still ' poignantlv present with him. He, loo, knew of the legeiul of £1 Cahal- lero Rojo, the friend of the poor, the rigbter cd w-rongs. So llvit iiiaii of mystery was here! Had perhaps hoard of the indignities that were being heaped on the heads of the tobacco farmers by the imperious, grasping becfiiien of the colniminity. Was he here to help the tobacco men? Rut Straw '.Aldman knew that he must be off to see Kuss Bartle. Must seek the advice, the help of the man his father said was a good man, and could be depended on for aid. 'Paking only long enough to re move his f.Tther to the house. Burr Aldman saddled his horse, mounted, and set off to bring home his brother and care for him. That done, during wdiat seemed like an eternity of grief, the sole remaining member of the Aldman family again mounted ami headed for the Bartle ranch, Bartle, kiunvn as the most pros perous tobaco farmer and landowner in Deep Water Valley, had just fin- ished scribbling an entry in the hooks open before him when knuckles rapped on the door. He went to the dc or, pulled the lever that drew back the sprinj. lock and peered into the darkness. As he recognized his visitor a smile spread over his thin face. His palms rubbed together with plea- sure and satisfaction. Howdy, Burrl" he greeted hearti ly. "Glad to sec you. Come right in." The last of the Aldinans walked into the gloomy office as if his feet w.crc lc^,<lifti weights., A broken man add bitter, he dropped heavily into the nearest chair. "They gc't us, Mr. Bartlel" he said abrujitly. '"1,'hey burned our .drying ihcd;.tliey Ibiirned our crops and all. 'Fhey" â€" a lump swelled in his throat, all but choking him â€" they killed Dail and Sam." "Good God, Burrl" Bartle was Sunday School Usson B^ iR(v â-  ki. j Barclay Warm ' J- ' Half-Pint "of Scotch â€" A wee verrrsion of the Highland Fling \vas performed on the deck of the Queen Mary as the .ship docked in New York. Four-ye4r-old Laraine RoSs and her three-year-old brother, Michael, who came from London to make Los Angeles their new home, are the artists. They look happy â€" vurrry hajijiyâ€" about the whole thing. ANN£ HIRST Dissatisfied With Negative. Husband MOST WIVES who write me are * complaining about the dreadful * thincs their husbands do. They drink, they are a b u s i v e. they run around with Mlicr w o ni e n, they don't pay tlieir bills, and so on. But today one wife is fed up with a hus- band because of what he does NOT <Io. He iicvci compliments her. If she dresses up in new clothes, his only comment is. "Honey, you're the prettiest girl in the world!" And she knows he doesn't c en see what she has on. He woti't leave home at night. If she wants to go to a show-, he says, "Go ahead. But being with you is good enough for me." He doesn't like company. "1 like to be alone when I come home. * Don't invite those people af;ain." â- * He doesn't talk to her. Never * discusses his work, nor anything * else. Just says yes or no to her * questions. She complains. , "Sonie- * times I wish he was the kind that * did fuss, so I coulil hear him * talk!" * HAS HIS POINTS . , However, she tries to do hiiii ;i(J the. She tells tiic he has never taken a drink, lie provides ucll for her and their daughter Never questions honi she sfends the income, nor tuhere she goes Never has been late earning home He ts not ajjectiunate, she says. "Never kisses me unless 1 ask him to. So yon see. Anne Hirst, 7vh(itJ am uf> apainst!'' I i-tiorci iKsl thousands of 'dives li'lw 7i.ish to heaven they were ti/i ofininsl only this. This -ii'ife dues not -realise hoxo Jortur.nic she is amonri ^i-omen She 'oesn't see that she is viaking her husband the most contented of men, completely happy in his home Hie. de- voted in his inarticulate way to his wife and daughter. Nof for her are the fears of so many married women as they grow older. . 7 his man is her nitm for the rest of her shocked out of his habitual calm. "How in all thunder â€" who. ... By heavens above, I'll â€" " The young man nodded dumbly "They plugged Dad right before my eyes, before I could reach him. He â€" I â€" we wasn't either of us armed. By the time I got in and out of the house to get a gun, it was too late. The rotten skunk had managed to get clean away." He sighed heavily as he brushed a fist across his smarting eyes. "You chased him, of course? Bartlc's lynx eyes narrowed ikt the question. "No." Young Aldman shook his head. "I should have â€" but how could I? There -was Dad lying in his back all twisted up with pain, and â€" " "Then why the devil didn't Sam â€" " ; "Sam had gone up on Mission Ridge to ^he Nelson house on a chore for Dad, I _ didn't have aiiv kind of an idea' whiit had hat>^ened till a Mt'xicaii came by and told me that Sam was â€" was spiked to Don Attero'S Cross." (To hf < o.iiiiiiud) ISSUE 3â€" lU-ia life, and she'll never have to worry about any other w-oman. What she vnsses are the attentions, the coniplinicnls. the little tcnder- nessesL fori zi.'hiehi. everyL zcifman yearns One reason for this is that she has been sickly during almost all their married life: she has had several operations, she tells me, and naturally she is overly sensitij'e Vet to offset that, she has complete free- dom to enjoy her friends during the day, to employ her afternoons as she pleases, to make her personal life as exciting as she wants to. .T/ir cannot change her husband. He was always so, I expect. What she can do is to realise tliat his very presence, night after night, in his home is the greatest compliment he can pay her. U is his jcny of show- ing her how dear she is to him. how supremely contented he finds his life Ziilh her. To "B.Vll'." Relax. Count your hiessing.f. Rrineniber, if your litis- bandi doesn'ti effeniesce because you're ivearing a new dress or have had a permanent, he will never see the Zirinkles and gray hair that will come as the years pass by. We can't have everything, yok know. Read this column ez'cry day, and contrast your marriage with those zvhose griefs are related here. )'oit will realize how blessed you are. There is no perfect husband! If you are dissatisfied with yours, per- haps Anne Hirst can show you how to appreciate him more. Write her, frankly, at Box A, Room 421, 73 Adelaide St. West. 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