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'i^S^mmmmm :tsz :3s: •- <k*-»-*i-^<iffc»f#- il#- " i â- ^^^^'â- Timfi.r 'a â- â€¢^<l ^i^wte In "SAIAM TEA Outstanding Quality • Delicmm Flavour WEST OF THE SUN A Sarial Story by JOSEPH LEWIS CHADWICK â- hV \tll'NI^ The iitor? IhuH fur: Virciiiia Ames cruMtcH th« wild frontier oouittry hy rail AAnd Ntnro U reach .Snntn Boiilta, Arti.. whore nlif exprrtM to mrrt ht*r flance Thtl Lnwreiiro in rvtMtotmt to lilx untent Ifttor. When Wxf r»ntui*'a Hfacc U held up hy a mankrd l>and nnd mhlHNi of » money bo> addrrHNFfI to St^vr Itarron, ramhlini: cxiir of Hantn Itunlln. anil a camf>o i>ln of Vlrelnla'H, l.t. Jim Knndall takoM iii> the InrestiiEailoti. Virciniii lictoA Jim hecausf* of a mfftlMK thoT once had In U'ushlnrton hut hf^ fIndH hImHeir fnllinK tn love with hrr. rhtl U cotir from blH ranch when Vlrirlnlft iirriveti, so Jim taken hrr to nee Btovp Hnrron wltli whom Phil bnR had fwrloiiN trutililc. f\urrnn acrfpn to locate IMill and to do him no liurni while Vlriclnla It tn the tcrrllory, CHAPTER VII. When Jim saw that his prisoner had sobered, he called a halt and they swung from the wagon road into the shade of a clump of cotton- woods. He eves Pete Saba grimly. "All right, Sabaâ€" talk." "I got nothing to say, soldier." "You're going to prison for a long time, Saba. You'll get oflF ligrlit if you talk. We know you didn't plan the holdup â€" or the ones before it "There weren't any before it," 8aba broke in. "This was the first." "For you maybe. But not for the masked man who led you. Who is he, Saba?" The outl«w didn't answer. So Jim said, "You better save yourself t couple of years. It'll be long •nough." Saba's mouth worked. His eyes were scared. He said finally, his voice thick, "The other hombre is named Hank Muldane. The mask- ed man is named Phil Lawrence." Jim gave a start. "Are you sure?" Saba nodded. "I rode up to Lawrence's cattle spread some weeks back and asked for a job punching cows. But he cut me in on this holdup. He made ft plain that he was out to get money from Steve Barron, the gambler over at Santa Bonita, and nobody else. That's the way we worked it." * ♦ » "How much did you get out of tlie holdup?" "Five hundred dollars. Hank got the same. Lawrence got the other thou.sand. After we split, they or- dered me to ride out of the coun- try. I sort of got bogged down in Lannasa." Jim's face had settled into grim lines. He said, "Give me what mon- ey you've got left." Saba handed over a leather pouch. Jim opened it and took out six $10 gold pieces. He eyed the bandit suspiciously. "Where'd you cache the rest?" "That's all I got left, soldier. So help me. I was djrinking heavy, and (t couple of hobres rolled me night before last." Jim glanced at Mel Scarlett, and die old man nodded. They rode on again, along the dusty wagon trail that led toward the post. An hour later, Jim reined in where the road branched off and headed south. He regarded Pete Saba thoughtfully. "You know where this road leads, Saba?" "To Mexico." "Ever been there?" "A couple of times. There's a senorita in San Carabio. I'm sort of fond of her." "like to see her again?" The bandit's eyes glittered. He didn't speak. Jim' took the money pouch from his pocket and handed it to Saba. "Steve Barron wouldn't stoop to pick up such money," he said. He took the captured revolver from his belt, broke it and kicked the loads from the cylinder. He handed it to Saba. "There's one thing more before you go," he said. "Give me the cameo pin you took off the woman passenger." "I haven't got it now, soldier,'' Saba said. He looked uneasy. "Law- rence didn't know I had It until he caught me looking at It back in the Sarracca brakes when we made the split. He was plenty sore when he saw it, and he made me hand it over." * "That's the truth?" "I swear it, soldier. I wouldn't lie to you about that." Jim nodded. He raised his in and pointed- along the south trail. "See that bayonet cactus? When you reach that I'm going to start shooting. You're an escaped pris- oner, see?" Saba awalloyed and nodded. * * ♦ "You've got a fast horse," Jim told him. "Head for Mexico, and don't ever let me catch you in the Territory." Saba swung his horse about, and galloped away. Dust swirled up behind him. He reached the distant stalk of Spanish bayonet then put his nimble-footed pony into a zig- zag lope.tliat bounded him off and on the trail dizzily. Jim drew his gun and opened fire. The blasts of his gun rolled away across the des- ert, but Pete Saba rode on. When Jim's gun was silent, Saba lifted his arm in farewell. Shortly, he was hidden behind a cloud of dust. Jim's face was frowning as he thrust fresh loads into his gun. He sighed heavily. He felt Mel Scar- lett's old eyes on him, "Curious, Scarlett?" "I didn't ask any questions, lieu- tenant." They rode on for a full five miles. Jim reined in again, and faced thS scout. "I'm not telling you not to talk, Mel." "Yon don't need to, Jim," said the old man. "I guess we understand one an- other," Jim said. He laughed bit- terly. "A man sure makes a fool of himself over a woman." Virginia had already spent four days in Santa Ronita. At first' she had been eager but patient, expect- ing Phtl Lawrence to appear at any time. But now, on the morning of the fifth day, she was gradually losing hope. It seemed that he wouldn't come at all. (Continued Next Week) CROSSWORD PUZZLE . 1. T. 11. 14. IS. IC. 17. 18. 1!>. tz. 24. to. 32. «<;. JI7 sv ;«• 4> .*Z 4* 45. <7. 4K, Br, 6f.. it %l: •0. 1. 1. B. 4. -. ». «. 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Tliree-year-old Byron Clarke looked like a little girl, left, until the day his mother suddenly realized that people actually thought he was a girl. She decided his 13-inch curls would go. It was a lo"g sit in the barber chair, center, but after the clipping, Byron beamed his approval of the result, right. Mom Clarke just shook her head, saying, "It will take a little time to get used to it, I suppose." ANy€ HIRST Customer: It's tough to pay 90 cents a pound for meat. Butcher: It's tougher when you pay 35 cents. Where is the girl in her teens who hasn't worried her mother to distraction? Brought up in the knowledge of correct behavior and good tasle, suddenly she departs from all her training, apd for some- times a year or more she seems a stranger to her family. She is pert to her parents, even impudent. She "knows what she's doing, and can take care of herself." She dates new boy friends, and doesn't bring them home to meet her family. She stays out until mid- night, doesn't think to telephone, and says her mother is "crazy" to worry. Her new independence is reflec- ted in many ways. She uses heavy makeup, and dark nail-polish. She overdresses for all ocassions. Her hairdo is extreme, and her hats (when she'll wear any) are almost grotesque. She is making a spectacle of her- self, and her parents are usually . helpless to do anythingt about it. Her mother and father discuss her endlessly. Fathers are apt to advise more discipline. Mothers are wiser; they fear that would drive her further from them. What these two suffer during this period, only other parents know. Often this change is due to new and wrong associations. Feeling older than she is, the girl apes the dress and deportment of other stu- dents in her school who have not had the same careful home influ- ences. She sees how popular they are (with the wrong kind of boys) and in her ignorance she hopes for the same desired result For a while, she does attract these les- ser lads, and tliis is when she pre- sents such a problem. Her parents can, sometimes, sway her from these associations by entertaining daughters and sons of their own friends â€" girls and boys she used to know, but now ignore. A year or so in the teen ages make a great difference in a girl's tastes, and meeting them again she can discover common interests which will atract her to them. Parents also can make a point of inviting her new acquaintances to a party at home. The way they behave, against the background of her family, can make her see them as the undesirable people they are. I've known many a girl whost eyes opened so, and who there- after avoided them of her own accord. Families, cannot get far with • girl of this age by any argument If they provide other entertain- ment for her, she usually responds. It is not always easy to do, but many an imaginative parent has accomplished it. TO "A MOTHER": Your girl will outgrow these unfortunate traits. Blood will tell, you know. During this trying period, try to k^ep her close to you. Praise her when you can, let her know how much you love her. Make her feel important at home, and ask her opinion on all family matters. Take her to a good beauty sal- on.. There she will learn, througn tactful operators, how to apply simple malceup and a new hairdo suitable to her age. She will ac- cept these opinions, where just now she scorns yours. Don't despair. Believe in her goodness, -and let her know you do. That will help most of all. It is useless to tell parents to stop worrying ibout their way- ward children. It docs ease the problem to tell some experienced person about it. Anne Hirst will help, if you write her at Box 1, 123 Eighteenth St. New Toronto, Ont. "That's Too Much" A Baby Austin driven ran out «i gas on ai country road. Along ikuM a Cadillac. Its driver offered th* stranger it tow to the nearest «•»- tioa They were spinning along at 50 miles an hour when the Austisitc spotted a cop behind them. H« honked his horn in warning The ftig-car driver sized up the situation,, increased his speed to M to give the cop the slip . . . witk the Austin man honking again, tiiia time in territied supplication to slow down. Finally the cop did give up^ strode'into the station, stripped off his badge and gun. "I'm through," he announced. "I've seen every- thing. I might expect to be outrus by a Cadillac, bnt when there's a* Austin behind him giving htm the horn, that's too much." Beauty of Thrift As soon As a squirrel Has gathered Its bin full, A hunter Stands ready To pepper Its skin full. FANTANS arefief^^! Novice (at bridge party): You're an expert at bridge, Mr. Jones. How would you have, played that last hand of mine? Mr. Jones: Under an assumed name. ISSUE 32 â€" 1949 x Racip* Maaanre Into large bowli Jf «. lukewarm water, 1 tap. grainilatod â- ufar; stir until sugar is dJisolTML Sprinkle slowly with 1 savalope HeiselunBiui's Royal Fast Riling Dry Yeast Let stand 10 lain., THEN stir weU. Scald le. mOlcaiid stir in S tbs. granulated sogar, % taps, aalt; cool to lokawarm. Add to yeaat mbctura and atlr In H MP lukewarm water. Beat in S 0. once-sifted bread floor; beat well. Beat 1> 4 tb*. malted ahortaulag. Work in 8 c. moro onea-slftad bread floor. Knead until smooffi and elastic; place In greased bo^ and brush top with melted butter or shortening. Cover and sat la warm place, free from draui^t. Let rise untU doubled la bulk. Punch down dough In bowL grease top snd let rise again until nearly doubled. Punch down dough and roll out, half at a time. Into a raetangle a icant M' thick; lift dough, cover with doth and let rest 6 min. Brtish with melted butter or shortening; cut into strips IH' wide. Pile 7 stripe together; cut into IH' pieces. Place out-aida up in greased mof- fln pans; separate slices a little at the top. Cover and let rise until doubled in bulk. Bake In hot oven, 400°, 16-20 min. » % New Fatt-Acting Dry Ywitl Needs NO IteMawvUoii I It's a facti Fleischmano'i Royal Put Kis> Ing Drr Yeast keeps for weeks and weeks on the shelf. And it's full-strength and fast-acting wlieaevet you're ready to balnl If you hakt athom»â€"wt this modern formof yeast for finest results In your breads,n>llg and buoi. Get Fleischmann's Royal hit Rising Dry Yeast at your grocer's to-da)« t INDUSTRY \ )n August 26ch the curtain goes up on the greatest show of its kind in the world . . . the CNE. For fourteen days and nights of crowded hours all that art, industry, agriculture and the sqiences have to offer will be displayed amida gala of color and music and gaiety. 7%^<f0urfrrp/^m All that is new in faahiofi, homenaaking and transport . . . international Livestock and Horse Shows ... all these things are yours to aee snd enjoy. Come and hear the music of HM Royal Afarines Band and leading dance orchestras. Come and enjoy all of this terrific show. Cel. K. 4r â- < * « -* -* A ^' * ^ » « â- Â» >. ,4k tfr A !♦ J* ^ 1* •s A •f /♦ J :t \ .> >r- â- ^! »> a « i: » * t » ^ â- 4. *. Jt, \ 1 f \