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I mm rwm ^MV r^smf"* "?Uu^ Qiia£UK|1ea n SALADiC §E PEKOE WEST OF THE SUN A SMial Story by JOSEPH LEWIS CHADWICK •«VM»l'KI^ Thf miun tkiiB far Vtrvlnm Amm croKom thp Hltd, fruntlrr Went bi r»ll and •t»Kr In reMitoHN*- t« it letter from Phi) LawrPDC-r, hrr flancf. wbo Ittt Wanhlng- ton to makr bin forlunr In ArUonii. Wheo Ihe IjinnuMB stage la brld op, Lt Jlni Ran- dall, wboni Virginia oncp knew In H'aah- Ington. t«kfs chargr of tbe InveHtlication nod Hoon leanth thai Phil Ijawrencr waa the bandit Iradrr. Chief losvr Id the rol>- b«r> U Hteve Barron. Santa Bonlta Kamb- llng caar. who has long b«en at odda with Lawrrnrr over gambling debts and tbeU mutual lovr of I<an>a Correy, danrr^hall vlrl. Kidlng to Phils ranrb to warn bliu agalnat Barron wbo baa learned of hla part 1b the ittage robbery. Virginia aeoa tha two men nhoot It out. Both men are woand^ but Barroo la able to ride off. CHAPTER XII The two men had separated. The Mexican headed north. Steve Bar- row rode west, wag topping a rise. The «un was directly beyond him, huge and blood red. He seemed to ride right into it, through and be- KATTERN-4886 sizes 34-so .\ew edilioii in tlie shirtfrock tradition I A coat-dress, young and •lenderizing with long neck-to- hemline has graceful skirt ease, •ufTed pockets, new revers! Pattern 4886 comes in sizes 34, 16, 38, â- "), 42, 44, 46, 48, 50. Size 36 takes 4% yards 39-incli clotli. Send twenty-five cents (2Sc) in coins (gtainpi cannot be accepted) for this pattern. Print plainly »ize, name, address, ttyle number. Send your order to Box 1, 12J Eighteenth Street, New Toronto, Ont. ISSUE 45 - 1949 yond its brightness. The glare pressed painfully Into Virginia'! eyes, blinded him frotn her sight. It was as if he had ridden â€" wc^t of the sun. Troopers came and escorted her to their camp. A kindly officer questioned her briefly. Food and water were brought to her. The twilight stole about her. Gray army blankets were spread for her, and as darkness came the selpt. When she awoke under the star- studded bowl of the sky, Jim Ran- dall was bending over her, deep worry in his blue eyes. His voice was unsteady ast he talked to her. "Lt. Barrett told me about Steve Barron," he said. "The first decent thing Barron ever did," "I can understand him now." Vir- ginia said. "He told me â€" all." An uneasy expression kept play- ing over his face. "I came to bar- gain with Natchi for your release," he said. "But Capt. Hammond, coining up from the south, chanced upon the Apaches and attacked. Hammond didn't know of your cap- ture. It was too late to correct the blunder. Hammond drove the band toward my position. I had to attack â€" knowing what it would mean to your safety " "I was to be taken to Mexico," Viriginia said flatly. "If Steve Bar- ron ha<ln't come " She broke ofl, shuddering. "We crushed Natchi's band and took him captive," Jim went on. ".^fter the skirmish, I struck out with a dozen troopers trying to find the camp. 1 meant to push south at dnyhrcak â€" hunting you." * • « He sat beside her. Virginia lay still, watching him. His face was tired, his eyes lonely. He was very sober, with no smile at all. He wai sik-iit for a long time, thinking his own thoughts, his eyes on the desert. The glare of a fire painted his cheeks a ruddy color. He said finally, his voice dull, "You'll be going back to Phil Law- rence now. He'll be waiting for you. You're going to be happy â€" and I'm glad." She did not speak, surprised by the solenm depth of his voice. "There's one thing I want to say," he went on, "though you dont want to hear it. It's uselessly said, too. You hate me. But I want you to know . . .' His voice trailed away. Virginia stared at him, wide-eyed now, from where she lay. "Yes?" she said thickly. "It's this." he told her. "I love you." A tremor went through her. Her heart seeemed to stop, then start again to pound furiously. She felt the color drain from her face. Then she remembered the last time she had seen him, how he had held her in his arms in the desert moon- lightâ€" -and how two hours later he had gone to Lanya Correy. A hol- low heaviness came in her; entered her voice. CROSSWORD PUZZLE 14 15 It 1*. tl. II. 14. 3i. it. tt. N *1. It. S4. 16. M. K 40. 41. 44. 1? ACROSS I^rsa •lectria ll«hta I'aok duwa Numeral .Spaca Combliilnff furm m*»nlnv aacrfld IJefor* Thrtatens Uphnlitarr (imp CttT In N«w York Stat* Wth-toofd bird Small pita Blip Wo* la ma Abruptlx Couoh Raat Indlaa Rar«al Kront of tha foot Havlnv una polb Anclant HoniRii dinnar Panel fir Stupid plar (nlanKi ^JoodH thr'^wn iiverboard Vagtlabla Caraanlnar Act at chair- man nivar (Sp.) Aaaam alllc Irlah apic tala RIvar la Poland Convar 44. Vehlcia on rwnnera DOWN 1. Umb 1. FIgh aKva I. Danlal 4. minss 6 Thr.ne thlnid ' «. Sloths T. Myself 8. irurnlah 1. Three hun- dredth anni- versary iO. I^enneylvaaia lake port II. BIrd'a horn* 14. Uomain* lattuca 11. Waaborn* 20. Shrill) II. Forbidden It. Scnndlnavlaa menHure 18. Swcctftnlnff IT M. Capital at Oregon 14. Solitary IT. Time unit 21. Turned 33. Shorea 8|. Oo by if. Inaaet II. Shakes IT. Lamb 11. Small nail 40. Paatry 41. Printing form 41. Tarmlnata 4R. ConcernlnfT w Answer elsewhere on this page Fellow Travellers â€" Aiiiitie stewardess Edith Bodie introduces Mr. Poodle and Madam Pheasant at the airport before their departure as fellow passengers on a New Pacific Coast all-cargo flight. Cargo on the first plane also included woollens, mush- rooms, machinery, houseliold goods, ijabv chicks and 24 martens valued at $14,000. fANNE HIRST"! "bear Anne Hirst: Ple^^i- Help mel My husband has started datmg a girl who lives i â-  another tf'wn. I know the days he is going to be with her. I don't know what to do. "He never takes me any place with him now, and is hardly pleasant. The way he acts, I cannot show him any affection. (He also receives letters from her.) "I have tried to be a good wife and a good mother. I do not want to leave my husband, nor my home. "Go away," she said. "Plea^ie. go away." She turned her face away from him. She heard him rise, was aware of him standing beside her looking down at her. Then he was gone. Phil Lawrence came to the little adobe house in Santa Bonita when Virginia sent for him. He came slowly, reluctantly, limping on his injured leg. Virginia saw hira clearly now; he had changed. He was not the youth she had once known affection for. He was a stranger. They faced one another in the cool shaded room, actually very close but seemingly a million miles apart. Virgini.i's voice came sur- prisingly steady, "Phil, you are in lovf with I.anya. That is true, isn't it?" "It'.i true, Virginia," he replied hollowly. "I love Lanya. I've want- ed her for so long . . . even while I kept writing letters of my love to you. It was to Lanya that I wrote that message that brought you here. Steve Barron had been annoying her. 1 didn't send it. It lay forgotten. Then I must have started a letter to you on its re- verse side. I left the letter to pre- pare my dinner. Just as I was about to ^at Barron's men came and drove me away. You were puzzled over that uneaten meal. Hank Muldane stopped by the ranch, found the letter, and its en- velope, and sent it on its way. He couldn't know the letter was un- finished, for he can't read." "1 understand, Phil," Virginia said. "You were merely afraid to tell me the truth." "I'm a coward, Virginia." "Don't ever be again, Phil. Don't ever he afraid again. Go to Lanya now, and start over with her. Steve Barron will never return." He gave a bark of a laugh. "If I do that," he said, "Jim Randall will send me to prison for those stage holduiJS. He warned me " "Warned vou!" Virginia said puzzled. "Yesâ€" or rather threatened me. I was to give up Lanya and go on with you. He went to Lanya that night he was camped outside of town â€" and told her she had to break with me." "Phill Are you sure?" Her eyes were shining, her cheeks bright with color. He stared, then nodded. "I'm sure," he said. "It's true. He means lo look out for you." To look out for herl Virginia's laughter was almost hysterical. "Oh, it's all right, Phil," the cried. "Go to Lanya. And if Jim Ramdall comei to you, tell him I broke with youâ€" not you with mel" He regarded her blinkly for • moment leeminff reluctant to |o. Then he turned and walked out of the houie and out of her life. Virtrinia sent her luggage on lo Lannasa the next day, for the Irlp home. She followed, riding through the bright morning with a rancher's family who also meant to board the Lannasa ttage. They reached Fort Winfield at midday, and the post commander's invitation to lunch was not to be refused. Virginia saw Jim Randtll across the parade, but she could not catch hit eye. Then while ihe was having lunch she tiw hitn (Continued Next Week) But it seems that he doesn't want nie any more. -A Serious Wife." There are two things you can du: Tell your husband you know of his philandering- after all, if he is so brazen as to receive let- ters from the girl, he can hardly wonder at that. Ask him where you have failed in being the only woman in his life. This may un- fold criticisms of you which yon did not suspect existed and pre- sent a situation about which you can really do something. Or you can ignore the whole circumstance. Go your customary way, without acknowledging that your life has lost its meaning. .'\nd wait for the consequences â€" the affair dying a natural death, or your husband asking for a divorce. Should he ask that, I urge you to refuse. And for his sake. Deserting a faithful wife and leaving children fatherless is not a step tot be taken on impulse. An affair so recently begun it never reason enough for t separa- tion; it may be a flash in the pan, an outcome of some change in hi* nature for which his age or his present mood is responsible, and for which you are not to blame. By refusing divorce now, you pro- tect him against dashing into another marriage which he might regret in si.v months. Tell him that if, in a year, he is still of the same mind, you will consider it. But not until that time. Kenieniber that so long as you are hih wife, he cannot marry anyone else. If you had told mc more about your life together, I could counsel you more definitely. You must choose which course seems best; only your daily life with your hus- band, and his temperament and your own. can determine that. If your husband is wandering, choose your course wisely. If you confide your problem to Anne Hirat, fully and frankly, she will help you. Address her at Box 1, 123 Eighteenth St., New Toronto, Ont. Upside dowr orevent peeking. QBDB QEBEU ESDB oiit y 1 o ^ I S I 1 Ml 1AM.3\ aiAL BBS mimnm bbf; N y aa ft] F\ / if if •3 a I 1.S.OA lA^ S'\7 D y M\3 1^1 Oi/J. EiEiB rmnm mmnrj \&\7U^.c/\l'.'\i']J.ms\3\Mt LESSON By Rev. Barclay Warren "THE SUFFERING SERVANT" Iiaiah 53:1-2 Golden Text: "Surely He Has borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows." Isaiaih 53:4. If one will read today's lesson and then read the account of Christ's passion and death in Matehew, Mark, Luke or John, he cannot help but be amazed at the accuracy of Isaia^h's picture. How did he know, centuries before, of the manner and significance of Messiah's sufferings? There is only one answer: Divine revelation. The law said, "He that is hanged is accursed of God." Deut. 21 :23 Here is Jesus Christ, God's Son, bearing in Himself your .'sins and my sans. It helps to bring this mat- ter nearer to our hearts if we read it, using the sing^ular pronouns, ex., "He was wounded for my ti ani- gressions. He was bruised tut my iniquities; the chastisement oi my peace was upon Him, and with His stripes I am healed." The cross that was once the sym- bol of shame has become the sign of glory. Here God shoved His unspeakclble love for iis. T' â-  'h this offering once made, all who will may find forgivenej> and cleansing for their sins. 'Tis not the cross we worship, but/ the Christ of the cross. "The Christ of the cross is the theme of my song; The wonderful Christ of the cross. He atonement has made. He my ransom has paid. So I'll praise Him. the Christ of the cross." In Independence, Mo,, a defend- ant was charged witli sellin.i? -a cow to a fanner fdf $1S0, then stealing it from the buyer and reselling it to a packing house ChicloenTMmcver^made with Magic Combine and chill IK c. finely -<liced cooked fihirlrAn; ^ 0. medium-thick white sauce. Mix and lift into bowl, 2 c. once-aifted pastry flour (or l>i c. once-sifted hard-wheat flour), 3 tap. Magic Baking Powder, H top. salt, 1 tba. granu- lated sugar. Cut in finely, 8 tbs. shortening. Mix 1 beaten egg and H a. milk. Make â-  well In dry Ingredients, pour in liquid and mix lightly with â-  fork. Roll dough out to H' thkknaaB; cut into 4* â- quarea. Place about 2 tba. chicken mixture on each square, near comer. Fold dough over diagonally, making triangles. Seal edges by preving with fork tines; prick tope. Bake on greased pan in hot oven, 450°, 16 min. or until golden brown. .%. â- V*:^ :*1 Sweet tuncheon Treat SUGAR-PLUM LOAF Measure into small bowl, ^ e. lukewarm water, 1 tap. grauiu- lated sugar; stir until sugar is dis- solved. Sprinkle with 1 envelope Fleiochmann's Royal Fast Rising Dry Yeast. Let stand 10 min., THEN stir well. Cream Hi c. shortening; gradually blend in yi c. granulated sugar. Gradually beat in 2 well-beaten eggs. Stir in K c. milk and yeast mixture. Stir in 1 c. once-sifted bread flour; beat until smooth (mixture may curdle). Cover and set in warm place, free from draught. Let rise 1 hour. Stir in 1 tap. salt, ^ c. washed and dried seedless raiaina, H c. chopped walnuts, yi c. chopped mixed candied psela, H c. cut-up candied cherries. Work in 4 c. once-sifted bread flour. Knead lightly but thoroughly; form into a smooth ball. Roll out to fit a greased 8-inch round pan and fit into pan. Qreass top. Cover and let rise until doubled in bulk. Bake in moderate oven, 350°, about 1 hour. When loskf la cold, froat with Plain Idnf . Plain leing: ComUna ^ e. sifted icing augar, IH tba. milk, yi tap. vanilla; beat until smootb. N«w Fast-Acting Dry Yaait N«Mi» NO Rafrisarationl Stays fresh and full-straasth on your pantry shelf for weeks! Here's ul you do: OIn a small amount (usually specified) of luke^varm wster, dissolve thoroughly 1 teaspoon sugsr for each envelop* of yeast. ^^ Sprinkle with dry yeast. Let stand 10 minutes. THEN stir well. (The wster used with the yeast counts aa part of the total liquid called for in your recipe.) Get ^ mo/?tA^ std/^y/ O THE FIRST HUMANS to eat OM^eali raiMd the grain near thslr primitive dwellingi and gronnd It «p lor food. Ibday that deliciont, erisply appatisini cereal treat â€" Peslll Grape- Nats riakas â€" b yonn at any groeary stors . , . resdy le sarrs . . . «m7 lo digest . . . wholesems . . . newishbi . . . good for sB tk* ismilf. Don't mind If your menfolk develop "cave- man" appetites for Post's Grape-Nuts Flakes. Every delicious spoonful provides helpful nourUhmeot from TWO GOLDKN GRAINS- sna-ripsned whest and malted barley . . . Bsehl qnaatltiei of carbohydrates, proteia, phosphoroas and iron. For joyful, heai(fc/iii eating ask today lor Post's Grape-Nuts Flake* SMt* ^^jl â-  r»/^l •v 4 4 \ «