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they used to be, says a news item. Probably reduced while dodging the Amerfean tourists. the election for a song A Londoner is attempting to flirt with a girl on Murs via radio. Pickâ€" ing out a girl on Mars is what we call pluying' safe. John McCormack is expected to be one of the Irish candidates for the Free Su_u Senate. Well, he can get O. F. Grab, millionaire silk manuâ€" facturer, has presented his million dollar business to 14 employes. And yet they say names are an index to character! Coolidge has declared that Novemâ€" ber 29th will be Thanksgiving Day. At last a definite proclamation of policy ! | mechanical toys that "don‘t have to be pulled on a string." Perhaps the only offiical ever known who shows a tendency to dislike wireâ€"pulling. Duane buried him in a shallow arroyo and heaped up a pile of stones to mark the grave. That done he saddled his comrade‘s horse, hung the weapons over the pommel, and mountâ€" ing his own steed he rode down the trail in the gathering twilight. "Well, that lets me out," grinned the convict, pointing_to the open gate. 1i "I reckon it is. Wal, I‘ve had some bad wounds I lived over. Guess mebbe I can stand this one. Now, Buck, get me some place in the brakesâ€"leave me some grub an‘ water at my handâ€" an‘ then you clear out." "It‘s pretty bad," replied Duane, and he could not look the cheerful outâ€" law in the eyes. "What would you do in my ease?" asked Duane curiously. "Wal, I reckon I‘d clear out an‘ save my hide," replied Stevens. Duane removed them, wondering if the outlaw had the thought that he did not want to die with his boots on. "Pard, you â€" stuck â€" to me!" the outlaw whispered. Duane caught a hint of gladness in the voiceâ€"he traced a faint surprise in the haggard face. Stevens seemed like a little child. To Duane the moment was sad, eleâ€" mental, big with a burden of mystery he could not understand. Presently the trail wide;\gd into a road, and that into a kind of square "Feller‘s name was Brown. Me an‘ him fell out over a hoss I stole from him over in Huntsville. Wal, as I was shootin‘ scrape then. Wel, as I was straddlin‘ my hoss back there in Merâ€" cer I seen this Brown an‘ seen him beâ€" fore he seen me. "Could have killed him, too. But I wasn‘t breakin‘ my word to you. I kind of hoped he wouldn‘t spot me. But he didâ€"an‘ fust shot he got me here. What do you think of this hole ?" "Shore. You see, I can‘t keep up with you. Brown an‘ his friends will foller us acrost the river a ways. You‘ve got to think of number one in this game." > Duane felt inclined to doubt the outâ€" law‘s assertion. For his own part he decided his conduct without further speech. First, he watered the horses, filled canteens and waterâ€"bag, and then tied the pack upon his own horse. That done, he lifted Stevens upon his horse, and holding him in the saddle, turned into the brakes, being careful to pick out hard or grassy ground that left little signs of tracks. Buck Duane, quick on the draw, kills Cal Bain in selfâ€"defense and finds himself an outlaw. Flying from pursuit, he meets Luke Stevens, anâ€" other outlaw, and the two become pals. Luke narrowly escape capture and Duane is shocked to find his brother outlaw severely wounded. "Leave you here alone?" asked Duane sharply. All that night Duane, gloomy and thoughtful, attentive to the wounded outlaw, waiked the trail and never halted till daybreak. He was tired then, and very hungry. Stevens seemed in bad shape, though he was still spirited and cheerful. Duane made camp. The outlaw refused food, but asked for both whiskey and water. Then he stretched out. "Buck, will you take off my boots ?" he asked with a faint smile on his pallid face. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY French policemen are thinner than WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE Thinking Out Loud A powerful pugilist has given up ; the ring to ‘become a dentist. Well, | we suppose he will be able to put his | â€"The World Congress of Cooks is ‘now meeting in Paris. Evidently selâ€" ‘ected the city because of the rumor that many things over there were ‘ _ The per capita wealth in the United |States at the beginning of this month | was 040.82.. Well, it‘s nice to know | it, anyway. | _ The man called Bosomer, who struck )oul in advance of the others, was a hardlooking customer, with yellow | eyes and an enormous nose. He had sandy hair and a skin the color of dust. Cl As Duane reined to a halt one of the loungers in the shade rose with a loud exclamation. ‘ "But me if thet ain‘t Luke‘s hoss!" _ The others accorded their interest, if not assent, by rising to advance toâ€" ’w&rd Duane, |_ "How about it, Euchre? Ain‘t thet ll.uke's boy?" queried the first man. \_ "Plain as your nose," replied the ffelluw called Euchre. | _ "There ain‘t no doubt about thet “then." laughed another, "fer Bosomâ€" |er‘s nose is shore plain on the landâ€" \ scape." l1 Since prohibition, grape production in California has increased 200 per cent. Grape juice is certainly becomâ€" ing popular. In Italy, it is now a felony to use profanity. But then, they probably haven‘t our brand of cigarette lighter over there. â€" im lb pain aa aan t 4 | _ "Benson is scared to death of every "Stranger, Bosomer is shore Botâ€"| neweomer who rustles into Bland‘s headed," said the man Euychre. He did camp. An‘ the reason, I take it,â€"is beâ€" not appear unfriendly, nor were the cause he‘s done somebody dirt. He‘s others hostile. hidin‘. Not from a sheriff or ranger! At this juncture several more outâ€"| Men who hide from them don‘t act laws crowded out of the door, and the | like Jackrabbit Benson. one in the lead was a tall man of stalâ€"| "He‘s hidin‘ from some guy who‘s wart physique. â€" His manner pro-fhuntin‘ him to kill him. Wal, I‘m al~ claimed him a leader. | ways expectin‘ to see some feller ride He had a long face, a flaming red|in here an‘ throw a gun on Benson. beard, and clear cold blue eyes tha';‘»i Can‘t say I‘d be grieved." brain These men lined up before Duane, and as he cooly regarded them he thought they could have been recogâ€" nized anywhere as desperadoes. "Stranger, who are &ou, an‘ where did you git thet bay hoss?" he deâ€" manded. The political "I Told You So" seaâ€" son is starting any minute now! "Stranger, who are you*" asked another man, somewhat more civilly. "My name‘s Duane," replied Duane curtly. § "An‘ how‘d you come by the hoss ?" Duane answered briefly, and his words were followed by a short silâ€" ence, during which the men looked at him. Bosomer began tb twist his bearded tips. * "You or anybody else can have them for all I care. I just fetched them in. But the pack is mine," replied Duane. "And sayâ€"I befriended your pard. If you can‘t use a civil tongue you‘d tetter cinch it." A talking motion picture on the underworld might be termed a "speakâ€" easy." lined by a number of adobe and log buildings, of rudest structure. Within sight were horses, dogs, a couple of steers, Mexican women with children, and white men, all of whom appeared to be doing nothing. His advent created no interestâ€"until he rode up to the white men, who were lolling in the shade of a house. This place evidently was a store and saloon, and from the inside came a lazy hum of voices. His yellow eyes took in Steven‘s horse, then the weapons hung on the saddle, and finally turned their glintâ€" ing, hard light upward to Duane. "An‘ I want the hoss an‘ them guns, he shouted. tetter cinch it." "Civil? Haw! Haw!" rejoined the outlaw. "I don‘t know you. How do we know you didn‘t plug Stevens, an‘ stole his hoss, an‘ jest happened to stumble down here?" "You‘ll have to take my word, that‘s all," replied Duane sharply. "Stranger, Bosomer is shore hotâ€" headed," said the man Eychre. He did not appear unfriendly, nor were the others hostile. "Reckon he‘s dead all right, or noâ€" body‘d hev his hoss an‘ guns," said Euchre. * ~ Duane looked him over, from dusty, wornâ€"out boots to his slouchy somâ€" brero. That look seemed to inflame Bosomer. "Mr. Duane," began Bosomer, in low, stinging tomes. "I happen to be Luke Steven‘s side pardner." "I reckon you‘re on the right trail," put in Euchre. ‘"Thet about Luke wantin‘ his boots took offâ€"thet satisâ€" | fies me. Luke hed a mortal dread of dyin‘ with his boots on." Manifestly the short while he had | spent inside the saloon had been deâ€" | voted to drinking and talking himself j into a frenzy. Bland and the other | outlaws quickly moved aside, letting Duane alone. When Bosomer saw Duane standing motionless and watchâ€" |ful, a strange change passed quickly in him. He halted in his tracks, and ‘as he did that the men who had folâ€" lowed him out piled over each other in their hurry to get to one side. When Duane went out with Euchre the sun was setting behind a blue {range of mountains across the river in Mexico. The valley appeared to open to the southwest. nicest girl in town. Shall I ask him to call ?" Saraâ€""No, dear; let him keep on thinking so." ‘ To keep peace in the family, many a man finds two radios necessaryâ€" one for political speeches, and one for dance music! ‘"Well," replied the instructor, "I should think the natural thing would be to have a funeral." ‘What should be done in a rase of drowning*" asked the timid man who was learning to swim. A German actor, Parlatus, has broken the endurance speaking reeâ€" ord, it is said, talking continuously for more than 45 hours. We‘re prond to say that many obscure American women could probably outdo him in any fair contest. There are many reasons for "straight," and now a new . to be eqnbped with radios! ten more pairs. Evidently f\zurui that‘s how the bootleggers get their stuff. s Duane looked at Bland as he had at the others. This outlaw chief appeared to be reasonable, if he was not courte~ ous. Duane told his story again, this time a little more in detail. patients to sleep without expensive anaesthetics. At this sally the chief ard his men laughed. "You said Duane â€" Buck Duane!" queried Bland. "Are you a son of that Duane who was a gunâ€"fighter some years back?" "Yes," replied Duane. ‘"Never met him, and glad I didn‘t," said Bland with a grim humor. Bosomer appeared at the door, pushâ€" ing men who tried to detain him, and as he jumped clear of a last reaching hand he uttered a snarl like an angry dog. " fixed in close scrutiny upon Duane. He was not a Texan; in truth Duine did not recognize one of these outlaws as native to his State. "I‘m Bland," said the tall man auâ€" thoritatively. "Who‘re you and what‘re you doing here!" * time a little more in detail. "I believe you," replied Bland at once. "Think I know when a fellow‘s lying." But Duane did not speak a word. He had remained motionless for a long moment, his eyes pale and steady, his right hand like a claw. A Cincinnati thief stole 25 pairs of shoes, gnawing the left toe out of Duane saw all the swift action, felt intuitively the meaning in it, and in Bosomer‘s sudden change of front. The outlaw was keen, and he had expected a shrinking or at least a frightened antagonist. That instant gave birth in Duane a power to read in his enemy‘s eyes the thought that preceded action. But he did not want to kill another man; he did not intend to. When Bosomâ€" er‘s hand moved Duane‘s gun was spouting firc, and Bosomer fell with his right arm shattered. He would never be able to draw a gun again. "The only feller who‘s goin‘ to put a close eye on you is Benson." said Euchre. "He runs the place an‘ sells drinks. The gang calls him Jackâ€" rabbit Benson because he‘s always got his eye peeled an‘ his ear cocked. Don‘t notice him if he looks you over, Buck. Claraâ€""He says he things 1 am the "Shore. Bland‘s great on women. | I‘lL tell you about this girl when we Evidently he had been accepted, in ; a way, as one of their clan. No one | made any hint of an allusion to his affair with Bosomer. Duane saw readily that Euchre was well liked. One outlaw borrowed money _ from him; another asked for tobacco. : a certified check payable to the Mayor zflocwdlhhhflh'lhng-d -!ul-Alh_-r_i-me_'mflfl)d~ of said improvement will be required to enter into bond in the sum equal to the amount of their bid with sureties to be approved by the "Didn‘t I tell you about Jennieâ€" the girl Bland‘s holdin‘ hereâ€"the one Jackrabbit Benson had a hand in stealâ€" get out of here. Some of the gang are goin‘ to be sociable, an‘ I can‘t taik about the chief." During the ensuing half hour aâ€" number of outlaws passed by Duane and Euchre, halted for a greeting, or sat down for a moment. They were all gruff, loudâ€"voiced, merry, and goodâ€" natured. Duane replied civilly and agreeably when he was personally adâ€" dressed, but he refused all invitations to drink and gamble. crete cemegt sidewalk five (5) feet in width to be laid on the south side of Taylor Avenue in front of Lots 26â€"27â€"29â€"31â€"92â€"33â€"34â€"37â€"38 and 40 in J. S. Hoyland‘s ?nd Addition, as a Said bids will be received by the Council at its offce in the City Hall, Highland Park, TMlinois, until 7:30 celock p.m. on the 19th day of November, 1928, at which time and place they will be publicly opened and read. "I was afraid you wouldn‘t: Don‘t hlame you much. I was hopin‘, thourh, you might talk in little to thet poor lonesome kid." "You mentioned a girl. That‘s all. Teli me now," replied Duane abruptly. tContinued Next Week) : NOTICE Notice is hereby wiven will be received for the con €0 n 2. 2. NMolands ind Addition, as whole in accordance with . the o dinanee therefor. "Wal, you get the blame. It ain‘t: nothin‘ for a feller to be saddled with ; gunâ€"play he never made. An‘, Huck,} if you ever get famous, as seoms! likely, you‘ll be blamed for many al crime. The border‘ll make outlaw an‘| murderer out of you. . . . Wal, thet‘s | enough of, thet. I‘ve more news.| You‘r goin‘ to be popular." | "Popular® What do you mean*?" "I met Bland‘s wife this morin‘. | She seen you the other day when you rode in. She shore wants to meet you | an‘ so do some of the other women in; camp. They always want to meet !be‘! new fellers who‘ve just come in. Il'l‘ loncsome for women here an‘ they like | to hear news from the towns." i "What kid‘" inquired Duane, in surâ€" prise. "What have you against him?" in quired Duane, as he sat down beside Eurchre. "Wal, mebbe I‘m crossâ€"grained," reâ€" plied Euchre apologetically. "Shore an outlaw an‘ rustler such as me can‘t be touchy. But I never stole nothin‘ but cattle from some rancher who never missed ‘em, anyway. Thet sneak Gensonâ€"he was the means of puttin‘ a little girl in Bland‘s way." "Girl?" queried Duane, now with real attention. Next morning Duane found that a moody and despondent spell had fasâ€" tened on him. Wishing to be alone, he went out and walked a trail leadâ€" ing around the river bluff. He thought and thought. Â¥ + "Say, Buck, I‘ve news for you," he said, and his tone conveyed either pride in his possession of. such news, or pride in Duane. "Feller named Bradley rode in this mornin.‘ He‘d heard some about you. ‘‘Told about the ace of spades they put over the bullet holes in thet cowâ€" puncher Bain you plugged. Then there was a rancher shot at a waterâ€"hole twenty miles south of Wellston. Reckon you didn‘t do it?" "Well, Euchre, I don‘t want to be impolitc, but 1‘d rather not meet any women," rejoined Duane. ‘"No, I certainly did mot," replied Duane. 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