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eG lime gg bar Gi ---------------- ---- ¥ SYNOPSIS, Hank Hays, foreman o the Star Ranch, offers Yim wall a job. Hays and his gang plot to rob their employer, Bernie Herrick, an Englishman. Jim {alls in love with Herrick's sister, Helen. A quick getaway becomes imperative after the latest drive of cattle. Wall goes ahead with the men. Hays arrives ter, with Helen Herrick, who is to be eld as ransom. Heeseman is sighted hy pursulf, but Hays leads the gaug 10 a secret hiding place--Robbers' Rost. Sparrowhawk Latimer, who was Wo nd- ed in the fight, tells Jim and Smoky that Hays has held odt some of the money he stole from Herrick, Latimer dbes, which casts a gloom over the rob- bers. Helen stea to Jim's sleeping- lace «to talk to him. 'They suddenly 'come aware of a dark figure. CHAPTER XXL Cold terror assailed Jim Wall, de- ppite his iron nerve. That was Hays crawling upon them with a gun in his hand. A bursting tide of blood through Jim's veins paralleled the lightning flash of his thoughts, Death for both oi them was terribly close. His gun was under his pillow. Helen knelt be- tween him and the robber, A move of even the slightest kind would be fatal. Cunning must take precedence of netion. He swerved his rigid gaze from the humped black form to Helen's face. It was white as marble in moon- light. Her eyes showed the tremen- dous strain under which she labored. In that instant she could almost read his very thoughts. Her fingers still crossed his lips and they had begun to tremble.' "It's Hays," he whispered, scarcely audible. "Follow me---now." Then, exerting all his will to speak natur- ally, he said aloud: "No, Miss Her- rick, I'm sorry, but I can't oblige you. I don't approve of Hays' kidnapping ou, but it's done, And I'm a mem- r of his band. I would not think of going against him, let alone trying lo run off with you." There was a tense silence, fraught with much apprehension for Jim, Would she be able to play up to him? 'There wis just a chance that Hays Fad not heard any of their whispers, fn which case it was possible to de- ceive him. Helen comprehended. It was Jim Wall's privilege then to see . the reaction of a woman at a perilous moments "I'll give you 'the ransom money," she said, quite clearly, and certainly most persuasively. "My brother will reward you otherwise." ." "You can't bribe me," he rejoined. «And 1 wouldn't advise you to try it ~ on Smoky or any of the others." "Hays may have had only money in bis mind at first, but now--" "Don't move, Jim!" .came & low, hard voice from. the ehadow. , Helen gave a little gasp and sag- CEglen her knees. Jim waited a mo- ent. «] won't, Hays," he replied. Then Hays' tall form loomed black above the rise of groynd. He strode forward. If he had sheathel his gun Jim would have made short work of that interview. But he held it half leveled, glancing darkly in the star- light. : The robber chief gazed down upon Jim and Helen. His features were {ndistinguishable, but the poise of his head was expressive enough. Still Jim sensed that he had been misled. "wyou cat!" he declared, roughly. "If 1 ketch you again--tryin' to bribe any of my outfit--Ill treat you go you won't want 'to- go back to your baby- faced brother.......Now you git to yr_tent!" ei "Malen™13ic unsteadily and vanished In the gloom. «Jim Wall, you ain't been with me long, an' I don't know you, but I'm takin' this deal to heart," Hays said plowly. "I'm much obliged. I reckon you're the only man in the outfit who could of withstood thet woman." - "No, you're Wrong, Hank. Smoky wouldn't have listened to her. And ¥'m sure the others would have stood pat." ; "My faith was near gone." . "That's in you, Hank, You've no eall to lose it. You've about split your gang over this woman." "Wal, I'm not askin' judments from you or any of the outfit,' growled the chief, gloomily. "you'll all be good an' glad to git your share of the mm." IY 4 2, TT ~ ¥Ehe "hing is--bogs--will we get it » ' Hays made a violent move, like a giath re snake, "What you mean by n ff I'm askin' you." "Air you insinuatin' you mightn't t yours?" demanded Hays. And dm, used for years to sense peril, divined he was not far from death a ST - Rp RS 1£ he Yad had his gun he would have ended ances were 2% LR bn wl ys' arrival, ten He had not moved a hand since jn reach ROBBERS' ROOST i by ZANE GREY 'clieftain's shame and amaze. -of cedars, d ) ( y the chief | her brother. Sparrow confessed be- fore he died." Hays swore a mighty oath, "An' he squealed?" d "Yes. To Smoky an' me. We kept it secret until we had to tell). They knew somethin' was woong." . "All the time you knowed!" There was something pathetic in the fallen By this what would the outcome be? Jim had breakfast before the other men were up. With rifle in hand Jim headed toward the western exit. The sun was still beneath the rim of the escarpments in the east, but its approach was heralded by a magnifi- cont glory of red and gold. Jim had never before been high up here at such an early hour, Any man would have been struck by the spec- tacle. And there ran through his mind a thought of how Miss Herrick would have reveled in this glorious scene. "Well, I am loco," he soliloquized, blankly, suddenly "rought up sharp- up by the absurd reflection. Excite- ment and emotion had reacted so powerfully upon him that he was not himself. Right then he made the stern decision that when he started Lack to camp, to face Hays again, he vould be a thousand times his old self. The sun shelter he had erected had once before toppled ove: rnd this morning hie found it again flat, except one of the poles. Jim gathered up the dry brush and made a seat and back rest of it. his premonition that the shalter had served its turn. watch. It was as if he had never secn a sunrise. There was no comparing it with any other he could recall. And one magnifying look through the field glass was more than enough. Nature's exaggeration of color and loveliness ard transparency and vastness was tco great even for the ncrmal gaze of man. ; But that superlative grandeur passed, leaving something Jim could accept and gloat over as actual, From this lofty perch he gazed with narrowed eyes across the shaded hole below, into which no ray of sun had yet penetrated. The black mouth of the gorge yawned hungrily:- Above it on all sides 'spread the gray and red rock ridges, dotted with dwarf cedars, with white washes between, and on to spotted rec ragged hum- mocks that fringed a green level, yellow with sunflowers, which led to an abrupt break into a canyon. Loneliness was paramount. = There was no sound--only an immense sil- ence. No life at all! Not a winged creature hovering over that ghastly region! But over this scene of deso- lation slowly spread the solemn blight of heating, blazing sun, soon to mantle all in allusive copper haze. Before that hour arrived Jim Wall took up the field glass. Below in the camp the men were lazily stirring to a late breakfast. cabin was open. crossed the dark aperture. Then the tall form of Hays stalked out. He yawned. He stotched wide his long arms, His ruddy face gleaned in the glass to that sight. Wail's whole be- ing leaped. "By heaven!" his voice rang out. "Hay's," that's your last 'morning's stretch. ...Before this day's done you'll stretch forever!" Cl Let his men have their hour, thought' Jim darkly, but if they did not mete out justice to their chief the end was nevertheless fixed and un- alterable. Jim settled back and raised the field glass more semblance of the old watchfulness. There was riothing to see but the stark denudation of the brakes. Suddenly into Jim's magnified circle A glint of gold ept dark obecte--a long a Food Bi Rae , was so startled that the glass He moved to and fro, searching. What could that a line wavered out of line. have been? An error of sight, a conception of idle mind! "There!" caught it again. heaven!" he muttered, ered the glass "So help me--it looks like riders!" a 0 be continued.) zv. - ee A et : rer a, The Most Expensive Hobby Running a large private yacht coils money. Corsair, the palatial veisel belonging to Mr. J. P. Morgan, the American millionaire, costs about $20,000 & month to maintain. none LI re London has 11,600 cab.drivers to 'cabs, but owing to drive ils 8,200 , but © vehicles being overhauled, there Aare seldom more streets, drivers tc every tem cabs. When the Paper Doesn't Come My father says the paper he reads y ain't put up right. He finds a lot of fault, he does, per- usin' it all night. He says there ain't a single thing in it worthwhile to read, And that it doesn't print the kind of stuff the people need. He tosses it aside and says it's strict: ly on the bum-- But you ought to hear him holler when the paper doesn't come. He reads the weddin's and he snorts : like all get out. « He reads the social doin's with a most derisive shout. He says they make the paper for the women folks alone. He'll read about the parties and he'll fume and fret and groan: He says of information it doesn't have a crumh-- But you ought to hear him holler, when . the paper doesn't come, He's always first to grab it and he reads it plumb clean through, He doesn't miss a single item or a want ad--this is true. He says they don't know what we want, the dern newspaper guys, I'm going to take a day sometime and go and put 'em wise; Sometimes it seems as though must be blind and deaf dumb,, . But you ought to hear him holler, when the paper doesn't come. --Simcoe Reformer. they and Descendant of Royal Line Dies a Pauper Milan, Italy.--Death in afree cot of He 1id not inquire into Then he sat down to The door of the| from habit than any he breathed. He had Not cedars--not brush, but moving objects!.". "By "AMI dotty?" Horses! A line of dark horses! His straining eyes blurred. He low- with shaking hands. than 7,600 on the Thug there are fourteen one of Milan's public hospitals "has closed the ill-starred life of Guido Lus- ignano, penniless descendant of the once - powerful Byzantine Emperors. Guido Lusignano, who was 77, was the gon of the late Leo XIII, at one time King of Khorasan. Khorasan was & small state sandwiched in between Persia and Arghanistan and the last bit of territory the historic Commeno family could call its own. ; The Commenos gave six emperors to Constantinople and 10 to Tresizond during the Byzantine era. Reduced finally to Khorasan they lost house and country when that little state was in- corporated into Russia. Lusignano led an adventurous life, part of which was spent in great lux- ury and considerable travelling, His pocketbook grew slimmer and slimmer. Several years ago he invested his last penny in a modest cafe in the Varallo Sesia, a village of northern Italy, but economic conditions grew bad and cus- tomers less and less, Several months ago he was obliged to close shop and set out in search of work. He was without funds when a seri- ous illness overtook him in June. From there his road led to the free clinic. Recalling his royal -ancestry news- papers accorded him a half-column obituary. --_------ ---- Somebody says snobbery is more rampant at flower shows than any- where else, Haughtyculture, no doubt, --l 's First-run threatres pay as much as $10,000 weekly for the first use of big feature pictures; small houses 'get them much later for a dally rental of as low as $7.60 and $10. Mrs. G. B. Shaw Shuns Limelight World Knows Next to Noth- ing About the Wife of the Famous Irish Play- wright Newsreel audiences seldom or never catch a glimpsé of Mrs. "@(.B.8."" when the old master comes into the focus of the camera. She remains invisible while he spoofs America, smiles like the cat that swallowed the canary, and draws attention to bis mighty brow, behind which all wisdom curdles into wise- cracks. : : ' In fact, "Mrs. G. B. 8." might be a thousand miles away from her oracular lord, as far as an awed public and its emigsaries of the press can detect any signs of her presence in his life, Yet she is not only present, but is very much of an active force in his career, according to those who know the famous couple well. The world knows next to nothing about her. It is her wish that it should know as little as possible, For, by an appropriately Shavian paradox, the least limelight-shunning of celebri- ties has the most limelight-shunning of wives. Mrs, Shaw is the one woman in . Britain, somebody has gald, who has put all her brains into remaining unknown. -* Thus Mr. Hayden Church in the New York Times Magazine. Writing from London, he continues: What is she like, then, this woman who looks after a "national institu- tion?" She is an elderly woman now, for she and Shaw have been man and wife since 1898, and at the time of. their register-ofiice wedding they were, according to G. B. S, a "middle-aged couple." , Actually Shaw was then forty-two and she not §0 many Years younger, so that she is now presum- ably in the late sixties, he being geventy-six. ry In her youth she was not unlike the masterful Ann Whitefield in "Shaw's «Man and Superman," but the years have mellowed her as they have her husband. To-day she is plump, with a rather small face, soft, gray hair brushed straight back, kindly greeén- gray eyes that beam through nose glasses, and a general air of repose and calm. She dresses in modified Edwardian style which, to her sur. prise, is again fashionable, She is a strong advocd@ of short skirts. Irish, like Shaw, but, unlike him, without even the trace of a brogue, Mrs, Shaw might, as the saying is, be anybody. The fact js, however, that she is able, shrewd, intellectual, and cultured, with definite artistic gifts. "A clever woman," Shaw pronounced a ber soon after their fisst meeting, when. writing to Ellen Terry. With her qualities--not to mention the considerable fortune she inherited from her father--Mrs, Shaw might have made an outstanding career for herself. = Instead, she subordinated everything to assisting the man she loved, and whose: genius she recog- nized, to realize all of his great possi- bilities, And to this extent undoubt- edly she "made" him. She was rich; Shaw was then rela- tively poor. But not even as an easy way to securing independence had he the slightest idea of being false to his em -- 8 ¥ The larest across the line is the President Roosevelt, Here we gee two patriowy demonstrating, ~The "Recovery Dance" { drecovery dance" dedicated te "| birthright, almost fanatically antimarital views. "Marriage," declared the hero of "Man and Superman," undoubtedly gpeaking for hig creator, 'lis to me apostasy, profanation of the sanctuary of my shameful surrender, 1gno- minious capitulation, acceptance of de- feat." ; Nevertheless, Charlotte Payne Town- shend "lured G. B. 8. into matrimony as effectively as his own Ann White- field did the furiously protesting John Tanner," Mr. Church records, con- tinuing: : She did so largely, no doubt, be- cause she happened to be fond of him, but mainly, it seems certain, because she recognized that, provided with a comfortable home and an assured in- come, there were no limits to what he might do. She was a daughter of Horace Payne- Townshend, a rich magnate of Dexry, County Cork. An interest in Socialism led her to make the acquaintance of Mr. and Mra, Sidney Webb, who wrote extensively on economics and kindred subjects, and it was through the Webbs that, in 1896, she became acquainted with, Shaw. Shaw and Miss Payne-Townshend were fellow guests of the Webbs dur- ing an autumn holiday at Stratford St. Andrews, in Suffolk, and were thrown together a good deal, their hosts being absorbed in each other and their own writings. ' : A few months later when G. B. S. had returned to London, he began spending his evenings at Miss Payne- Townshend's residential flat at 10 Adelphi Terrace -- afterward thelr home' together--and, as the Terry cor- respondence shows, she was taking part in his work as a volunteer secre: tary. nile "She doesn't love me," Shaw wrote to Miss Terry. "The truth igs she is a clever woman, The idea of tying -her- self up again by a marriage before she knows anything--before she has ex- ploited her freedom and money power to the utmost seems to her intellect to be unbearably foolish. "She got fond of me and did not -- "Goquet of pretend that she wasn't, 1 got fond of her, because she was 2a comfort to me down there. You kept my heart so warm that 1 got fond of everybody; and she was the nearest and best. That's the situation." : So this curious "romance" went on for more than a year, says Mr. Church, neither of the "parties" relinquishing their distaste tor the fetters of matri- mony. But then Destiny stepped in. Thus: : ". Destiny in this case took the shape of an abscess which Shaw got on his instep, producing necrosis of the bone, At that time Shaw's mother had a house in Fitzroy Square, London. Theirs was a home almost completely Jacking in creature comforts. Mrs. Shaw, who supported herself, and, while her gon was finding his metier, had for long supported him, by giving music lessons, was. not, as the phrase goes, domesticated. 'G. B. S. himself, immersed in his literary work, cared little how he was lodged or catered for: As an invalid G. B.S, presented a new problem to Miss Payne-Town- gshend. She took prompt measures in the shape of a house at Hindhead, in Surrey, to which she proposed to carry off-Shaw. His mother raised no objection what- ever, but Miss Payne-Townshend had reckoned without the conventional side of the theorétically completly uncon- ventional Shaw. He declined to be her guest at Hindhead, 3 . | ~ But Charlotte Payne - Townshend would have none -of this nonsense. Come to Hindhead Shaw must, and be properly nursed and fed and taken care of. The irresistible force had met an immovable obstacle, and as the fm- movable obstacle 'was a woman and the irresistible force only a man, he had to find a solution. "Go out and get a ring and a flcense," he commanded, and within a week Miss Payne-Townshend found herself a married woman, and Shaw, to the surprise of all who knew him, was a married man. : «We married becduse we had be- come indispensable to one another," he the plain truth, For all her devotion, however, it péomms that Mrs. Shaw Is not merely ér husband's echo: - 'About twenty years ago she made a translation of Brieux"s play '"Mater- nity," and added two other translations of plays by the French dramatist to make a success. Moreover, she induced the ance of "Maternity." Later she translated Femme Beule, i ag "Woman On Her by obtaining its performance by the "taking care of the si J. Mayo, one of the Aberdeen conferre honorary degree of in medicine and surgery. are too many young least in my opinion. of school and su cialists." ; At the University of Aberdeen he n the goal of medicine s. He said he de- ne and surgery in lain why it was t fortunes here eople to think He pointed out, he jca there are 1, read a paper on t in the United State parted from medici the address to exp necessary to spend vas in educating young P and live properly. gaid, that in Amer that the younger g nearer. to being civ our generation 'were at their age." generation was and allowed to live d," he said, "while have a complete- treatment and are told that they might wish to denied information in a secretive worl the children of today ly reversed know." The mana decided to give him told somebody, and that appears to be | . In five years from his wedding day he. was famous; in ten, world-famous. book which had considerable |! Stage Soclety to present a perform: | Brieux's "La : Own," and repeated her previous feat ume, it! : GH Too Many Specialists 00 ry Dr. W. J. Mayo New York.--Declaring physicians orget the importance of ck;" Dr. William founders of the Minn., said he would advise the country's medical students to become generi. tioners instead of specialists. just returned after attending medical meetings in London and Dublin. Declares Dr. should not Mayo clinic in Rochester, Dr. Mayo, has While 'abroad, «Jt is true," he said, 000,000 college students, while Great Britain there are only about 50,000. Dr. Mayo expressed tre "The youth of my everything ---------- Big Business present. ing £200 in all. bought cigarettes at and with the coupons eltes he got the radio set. manager received his present, from the wholesale house, - Times. Cee -------- day.'--Owen D. Young. Actresses' Franchise League and its publication in another three-play vol- Of it she naively says: «My husband consented to write a preface." 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The collection is one of the mosi practical we are likely to 'see ovel although the evening gowns ax But Peggy Morris, the designer-- whose clothes are being shown with Jeft's hats--is out to prove that coats may be both out adding by the addition of enormot s fur col lars, important and chic with $20¢ or sc to their cost STRAIGHT AND SLIM. She is making collate of the coat material or ingeniously placing large piped motifs on £ive Sr a totally new shoulder effect almost suggestive of the bottle-neck line. the shoulders to The line of the day dresses is yous out for the eveh- skirts is considerably wider. An off-the-shoulder movement is & ¢ troduced on another klack velvet € semble which has a most remarkab coat, This garment, practically fitting to the waist, has a very wide skirt an sleeves which are no less than a ya acd a half in width, EIGHT-INCH COLLAR. The blouse-and-skirt idea is played on here very cleverly for evening, especially in one sutfit,. black velvet skirt and a gold brocade blouge, with an eight-inch high collar. which has THere « were little draped velveb toques above which nodded half a dozen tiny ostrich plumes, and adop- tions of the turban in cotton, chenille with feat velvet, hers set at the back, - Just as in the dress houses, the nilliners here are using an enormous amount of angora London = colleztion = shows something new in angora berets and sports hats. fabrics and. this. There is one daring innovation--. de- the face 'e' Motors Give to Cyclists Under Denmark Laws In Denmark the bicycler always There are no Automo- d when they visit the little . True, most 'wo- left when about to Danes unconsciously do so even on foot! and not a bad idea at that. But a cyclist may cut in, from eit1er side, at any tine, on any street or road. « « Ar excellent highway runs up the the island of Zealand, from Copenhagen's to Hamlet's 'Elsi- nore and the popular sea beach be- yond. But it is not open to automo- biles on Sundays between tha middle of May and the end of summer, €X- cept to car owners who live along it. All summer, bicyclists swarm along that rcad -on the Sabbath; but the mere automobilist must go far land and take a narrow, winding, and withai poor road, which is usually 80: crowded with other motor-cars that lie will probably decide to stay home next time instead of trying to go for a swim. And no doubt it serves him yight for owning a car and mnaying the aristocrat. . . . ; The constant motionless sailing through the air of solemn-faced péo~ ple on bicycles--high-hatted ministers of the church, frock-tailed ministers of the Governirent, haughty ladies in limousire garh, stodgy old ladies from the cruntry, waiters in full dress, irrespective of the hour of 'thie day-- is one of the principal sights of Den- mark, terstic. Out in the country 'cld peg gant women whom you would never suspect of mounting anything more unseemly than a rocking-chair, 86: dately and: noiselessly glide past OX Licycles.--Harry A. Fraack, in " Seandinavian Summer." (New York: Century.) { - Masefield Upholds Poetry Wrexham, Wales. --What the worla Britain's poet laureate, said here, bu it {invents substitutes, such as speed; " to 'obth.i 'the 'excitement that poetry 'would give. ; Mr. Masefleld spoke at the Welsk Eisteddfod, "Poets," he said, 'hav( begun to think they are not wanted. by the world because poetry has been "I geparated from the heart of the world?' Another poet present at the Welsh | estival is the Rey. Simon Bartholo Mr, Magefield Lo * | was a sailor in his youth, The Rev. mew Jones, who, like Mr, Jones, the son of a Cardigan farm er, has six brothers, every one a & of PS Sy " f the summer: <' rect its most distinguishng chardcs -- longs for is poetry, Mr, John Masefiel $