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CHAPTER F
`.+. first ,r , rad there been
aiiyo e :loot a r, ...rr, to atu dj hien.,.
ri.e rider looked like a '':fez:an, a
;eon l.:ir.g valeern, remarkable
aaiefly for hie horse, a rna, r.ifi-
eatisle,: roan. :'.;iehael Valdez y
t�'f:riprl v, rc leather chaps to
protest i;:s legs. from thorny brush,
and a .;fiver-bro':aded c:harro vest
sod cora. ha de',rate'l eornbreroa
ffe pushed the roan through a
dump of juniper to emerge on an
,nztr.rr,y;,in'n` of rock that o•rer-
looked a wide lush valley. The sun.
dripped gold on the brilliant green
of the knee -deep graealand below
hire. :.!'cafe: l
Valdez y 01 O'Raien
'sat on the blue roan, named El
Gell, for hiy resemblance to the
•,ky r,f the Ser. -drenched South-
west, and gazed down upon that
;aerie of pt•are.
He felt El Cielo go restless be-
neath him as the fine beast scented
the Jur:h pastures at the foot of the
rn':k shelf, spoke a abiding wordto
the roan for disturbing his peace-
fuJ mf,r,rJ--an'i. then .stiffener' in
the, .:addle.
A puff of smoke, far away in
the valley, revealed peril in Para-
dise. It was the hot, ugly gray and
yellow smoke caused by the burn-
ing of human habitation, smoke
which Michael Valdez y O'Brien
had come to know all too well in
his years of wandering through
the Southwest
silvlrr ur: lightly to
:pthe horse's
flanks, he naught a glimpse of •ed.
tongues of fire. Gauging the dis-
tance he had to cover, he knew
that he would be too late.
• e *
Long before he reached the site
of the fire the flames had died to
a faint curl of smoke which, float-
ing skyward beyond the trees, was
all that was left to point the way.
He put El Cielo to a gallop in an
effort to get there before even this
last beacon faded out.
Rou23ding a small clump of tree:.
he finally saw the scene of de-
struction before hire. The thin pil-
lar of smoke wound upward from
the charred remains of a log cabin
that had sprawled under two tall
cottonwood trees beside a brook.
;smaller smoke columns rose from
what must have been, until re-
cently, a barn,
He flung himself from the sad-
dle under the cottonwood trees,
while dust flew from the hoofs of
the roan as. it skidded to a stop.
His eyes were hot and his mouth
was thin as he surveyed the glow-
ing embers. His sombrero, blown
from his head by the speed of his ,
ride, hung by a string around Isis
neck, revealing hair that shone
blue -black in the sunlight as he
raft forward. Had he met the per-
petrators of the outrage he saw
before him just then, they would
have received short shrift. Few
men had faced the heat that now
shone in his eyes and lived to tell
of it, since he had taken the ven-
geance trail.
• * *
A rlcad woman was aprawied on
the, ground, so close to the burning
embers of the log cabin that the
hair had been scorched off her
head. The charge of buckshot
that had killed her had made her
whole body a sickening horror.
Rut she had been brave to the end
- :,he had fought a good but futile
fight. 11or :n2 old musket, covered
with rust, was still clutched in her
toil -worn hands.
Valdez' eyes, searching swiftly
mooed, found the other victim. He
was a white-haired old Mexican,
who lay near the well, with its
charred planking. And even as
;Walde* looked, he saw one oaf
the gild maw's arnis move feebly.
Michael Valdez rushed to him,
Kneeling, he lifted the old man's
head, cradling it in his arms,
"Amigo," he said gently, "Can
yon hear ere? Hold tight, old-tim-
er w.•'ll get you fixed up right
away."
A drill groan was the only an-
iwer. The old Mexican's eyelids
flattered slig'-ly, but , ,. ele3 did
not open.
i' ,rely, but with the utmost
tenderness, r ald ez laid the man
flat on the ,irned grass and swift-
ly pulled a. bucket of cold water
Out of the small -bare :sell. He
bathed the white-haired Mexican's
face, and forced some of the water
between the drawn -hack lips.
"Amigo," Valdez said, still gent-
ly, but urgently, "speak to me, if
you cant Tell me what devil did
this savage massacre here?"
* a a
Pain spread over the patrician
features of the dying man.
Painfully the old man forced
his eyes open, to look through
their glazing at the roan who min-
istered to him. And with lips con-
torted to force himself to speak,
he managed to croak a name:
"Raymond—Garvin—"
Michael Valdez y O'Brien stiff-
ened, and a strange glitter came
into his own dark eyes, His own
tips formed ed the name: •
"Garvin! Raymond Garvin!"
How long lie had sought that
man and his evil companionsl The
man who now, after the five years
when he had perpetrated just such
another outrage far away, must
think himself safe! He could know
nothing of Michael Valdez' having
been on the vengeance trail,
searching, searching, through all
the broad land for all that time.
And always 'wstltout,,, [cows
[fall'' >scs'vr : Stlosv here; ` tn' thfs hid-
den valley, he had come upon
damning evidence that Raymond
Garvin still lived and was carry-
ing on his nefarious business!
"Go on—please, amigo," Valdez
said softly, with no sign of the
urgency that was in his own heart.
"This man Garvin of whom. you
speak—this devil in human form
who has done this terrible thing
to you and yours—where can I
find him?"
Blood was flecking the old
man's lips now, bubbling up from
the lungs that had been shatter-
ed with buckshot. His eyes were
filming with the sign of death that
was near. Once more he made a
valiant effort to speak, but the ef-
fort was too much for his bullet -
riddled body.
Even as Michael Valdez held
him in his arms, a gentle shudder
passed through the old Spaniard's
body, and his head lolled side -
ward. Gently Valdez laid him
down. He was dead.
Bitterness swept through
Michael Valdez and shook every
fiber of his being as lie stared
down at the dead man. And once
more he muttered, almost in dis-
belief:
* * *
"Raymond Garvin! But this -time
he'll not get away. He'll pay l"
The memory of just such an-
other scene was etched on his
brain with acid, that scene lie had
come upon five years ago when he
had been a happy-go-lucky youth
and had found his own father and
mother the victims. His beautiful
mother, Molly O'Brien, with the
hair of flame, the adored of his
father and himself. A shudder
shook his stalwart frame before
he straightened and pulled him-
self together grimly.
One hand dropped toward a
heavy gun in the elaborately stud-
ded leather holster at his lean,
muscular waist,
A figure on horseback was gal-
loping in frantic baste toward the
now dying embers of the log cabin,
But within a hundred yards of it, the
rides' jerked the horse up sharply
at sight of the strange man standing
beside the charred ruins.
The rider was young and small,
Valdez saw, and had the complexion
of a pure-bred Spaniard. Valdez'
first swift glance at the youth noted
the resemblance between him and
the old man who lay dead by the
well. Unmistakably this was the soft
of the massacred two beside the
ruins.
"Come ahead, amigo," Valdez call-
ed. "Yin here to help you, There is
(To Be Continued)
Beauty and Talent—McMaster co-ed and Miss Central. Ontario,
Muriel Hunter, 20, is one of the entrants in "Miss Canada"
beauty contest at Hamilton, Aug. 21-22.
One Reason Why
Girls Leave Home
* "I want my own place, Anne
* Hirst. And if I told my parents
* why, I'd break their hearts. They
* give me everything I want—except
* privacy. I am 17, and I'm old
* enough to be trusted."
This wail
comes from a
girl who is be-
ing smothered
by kindness.
Her letter is
one of many
similar ones
that come
through regu-
larly. She gives
the most impar'
tont reasons for her dissatisfactions
Her mother and father urge her
to entertain her friends, but they
stick around till midnight "helping
her" entertain them;
When a boy friend comes, they
make conversation until half the
time the youngsters miss the show
they'd planned to see—and they're
always waiting up when she gets
home;
Her mother goes with her to buy
her clothes, and embarrasses her by
advising her before salespeople;
Her mother doesn't open her snail,
but she wants to know every line
in every letter.
Now the girl's at the point where
she can't be hersef even when she's
alone with her parents. She's too
full of resentment; she won't say
so, because "I wouldn't hurt then[
for the world."
TO PARENTS:
You who read this column know
how I feel about parents supervis-
ing their daughters. But to super-
vise them too vigorously, too inti-
mately, is as dangerous as letting
them alone. To stand constant
watch, to try to make yourself one
of her group, snakes her feel that
she's still 10 years old. She resents
it with every fiber; she regards if
as an insult to ler integrity. It
shaves her before her friends. It
makes her self-conscious to the
point where her natural develop-
ment is being warped. With the best
intentions fn the world, you arc driv-
ing her away front you.
IVhen her friends came in, stay
long enough to say hello. Then you
two go to a show or visit friends,
.so the youngsters can have the house
to themselves for the evening.
When she has a date, snake the
boy welcome, then snake yourselves
scarce And don't always wait up for
her.
A girl of 17 is old enough to
choose her own clothes, alone. Let
her make her own mistakes; that's
the only way she will learn.
And her mail is her own affair.
Unless you have reason to suspect
she's eorresponding With the wrong
boys, don't intrude.
Your home is ler hone, too, But
she cannot feel at home its it [unless
,she's allowed to be hostess to her
own friends. And how else can she
ever cultivate the social graces! You
won't always be around, you know.
If you aren't careful to respect
your girl's rights she will leave a
note one day saying she won't be
back. Or she'll run off with the
first boy who asks her.
To "NOT AT HOME": I am ad-
dressing my opinion to your par-
ents, since you say they read the
column every day, Let's hope they
will wake up, and learn to be more
friends than parents.
BRIEF ANSWERS
TO "RUTH C.": Any boy who be-
* Beres gossip about a girl, and
* drops her for it, is not worth
* having as a friend. No matter
* what he says about you, don't be-
* Neve it. -second-hand talcs are as
* foolish to listen to, as to repeat.
* * *
TO "ROSE": Being a pal to a nice
* boy is the surest way to keep him
* interested. It is what this boy ex-
* pests, and if you changed toward
* him you'd scare him off for
* good.
* *
*
TO "TOOTS": This young man is
* bored with j•ou. It is too bad you
* didn't see it earlier. His sugges-
* tion now is wise and kind (if you
* knew it), and you can do nothing
but accept it.
* * *
Don't bind your children to you by
the silver cord, It doesn't work,
Anne Hirst can suggest better ways.
Address her at Box A, room 421, 73
Adelaide St. West, Taranto.
Your Handwriting
anda
You sOU Alex S. Arnott
The materialistic nature is re-
vealed in handwriting by small
letters and a long downward stroke
on the stern of letters "f," "g,"
"y" and "p." When these letters
look as though the stems are "dig-
ging down in the earth" or far.
below the writing line, it is a
good sign the nature of the writer
is the same—down to earth with
both feet on the ground—strictly
materialistic. His whole life is
centered around the search for and
the desire to possess the material
things of life.
How determined the nature is
to be materialistic is indicated by
the thickness of the stems. The
thicker or wider the stroke, the
more determined the physical na-
ture, the length of the stroke in-
dicating how lasting or powerful
is the characteristic.
The spiritual nature is the op-
posite and is indicated in the high
reaching looped letters as in "h,"
"k," and "I". These stems appear
to be reaching heavenward while
the body of the letter remains on
the ground or near the writing
line, indicating a tendency to ideal-
ism and reverence. The qualities of
these traits arc shown by the slope
and. prec•.ure of the writing.
',Mot loofi3
Anyone 'wishing a snore canrplate
analysis please send self-addresstct
stamped envelope io Box B, room
421, 7,3 Adelaide St. West, Toronto.
?'here is no charge for this service.
HUSBANDS WHO ADORE
coffee deserve Maxwell
House. it's so utterly deli -
dons that it's bought and
enjoyed by more people
than any other brand of
coffee in the world.
ISStl: 33.1047
'Sunday School Lesson
Advice Against ,S:. tng finry�e:.
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make: aman a r :Z'ip's
hint - • at ;:ra=y ft des:
ens =a. war;.. and reor;an
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et:_ strong dr;r... it ca sea
his r c".int tr). stur-d,.,e. 't .ends him
:a :;,r.. n.He loses .. .''yet'; and
often . , life. tai i+ r.ai;5
for
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Inter atirarsce is a 'eileally air: -
tared in .:e Woes wine. In ;;ix
t;.e_tirr.s t`.e terrible por-
trait is drawn "5'; ler, . atlt woe"--
.;itl, Ns sum total of Far* ly wretch-
edness: "sorrow" .:l:+ a:squish of
hotly and remorse of conscience;
"cant_...::.,ns" in n:e rei.e,•,me quar-
rels and brawls;
foolish babble an -1 cyr.ical com-
ment; "wounds wll::out cause" —
w'.het':er uy accident or on imagin-
ary provocation; and "redness of
eyes"—causir.,g impairment of vision
and of judgment.
The answer completes the pic-
ture; abstinence is the path to per-
sonal and public welfare. Look not
upon the wine whetting and arous-
ing thirst, delighting the eyes, gra-
tifying the appetite.
a * ,
Happy is the land whose rulers
are nobly born with good back-
ground, unfettered faculties, educa-
cational opportunities, religious pri-
vileges, and training for maximum
service. Their habits are wholesome
even to their food and feasts, for
they eat for strength and not for
drunkenness. They take their du-
ties seriously and perform them
faithfully. They are strong and
sober.
School of Experience
The Shoot of Experience is on a
seven-day week, year-round basis,
with no vacations or holidays, says
the Daily Commercial News. And
you don't get a boost in pay and
other concessions for making mis-
takes in the School of Experience;
you pay for your mistakes out of
your own pocket.
No Premium
been ar',tiasanr. ed that
a'' f r I, 4 - an 4'iip!'rit, in a 4.1:r'taM
.:ill no long'r be paid n
wage prtrhiom for working nights.
;+p t t'."r• is a certain rough
i roes'' iri that.
T i.e lo,.ai;ty in tlttc,:;.tiort is the
Artie, where the are six
monde. /'.as.
Eaptaiii,cntal halle,r,i,', with re-
'.',rdin.g iwtr111r,rnts it v,, reached
a:tit'1'l ' of (nor" tis;,n
Protect them with Green Cross
Garden Guard, which contains
50% snore rotenone than ordi-
nary derris dusts. Deadly to
insects, but non-poisonous to
humans, it's especially suitable
for vegetables. 1 -lb. size comes
in a handy pumper gun.
• ROTE N-0Ng
GARDEN GUARD
(Dorris Dust)
*Reg'd. traria-mark
p*BUT DEAREST, YOU KNOW I CATCH COLD
WHEN i GET MY FEET WET! THERE'S NOTHING
TO WORRY ABOUT— NW. SHOES
ARE ."NUGGEYEDsa
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"NUGGET" GIVES A BRIGHT, LASTING
SHINE—THAT REALLY WATERPROOFS
YOUR SHOES;
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stivel
RECIPE
Add 1 envelope Royal Past
Rising Dry Yeast and 1 tsp:
sugar to 1 c: lukewarm
water. Stir and let stand 10
minutes. Scald 1 c. milk, add
5 tbs. sugar; add 2 tsp. salt
and cool to lukewarm. Add
to yeast mixture: Add 3 e:
sifted flour and beat until
perfectly smooth. Add 4 tbs.
melted shortening and 3 c:
more sifted flour, or enough
to make easily handled
dough. Knead well. Place in
greased bowl. Cover and let
rise in warm place until
doubled in bulk, about 13
hours. Punch dough down
in bowl and let rise again
in warm place until nearly
doubled in bulk, about 40
mita: When light, roll out
into rectangular sheet 3/"
thick: Brush with melted
butter or shortening; cut
into strips 1H" wide. Pile
7 strips together; cut into
piece 1" wide. Place inch -
side up in greased muffin
pans. Covet; let rise in warm
place, free from draft, until
light, about 1 hour. Bake in
400°E. oven for 20 minutes: