The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, August 22, 1932, Page 4

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Member of Audit Bureau of Circulation Member of The Associated Press The Associated Press is exclusively entitled to the use for republication of all news dispatches credited to it or not otherwise credited in this newspaper and also the local news of spontancous origin published herein, All rights of republication of all other matter herein are also reserved, (Official City, State and County Newspaper) Foreign Representatives SMALL, SPENCER, BREWER (Incorporated) CHICAGO NEW YORK BOSTON X Marks ihe Spot X will mark the spot where the Political hopes of either President Hoover or Franklin D. Roosevelt will lie buried shortly after the first Tues- day after the first Monday of next November. It will ke an epitaph written by the hand of the great American voter who, supposedly, is about to engage in the process of making up his mind. It is apparent that most citizens are pretty certain right now how they will vote next November. Some are loudly asserting the fact. But be- cause the majority are reticent it is necessary for the nation to go through with another one of those shows which we have with us every quadrennium. This year’s spectacle will not be so elaborate, from many standpoints, as those of the recent past, but it is go- ing to be fought with more energy ‘and enthusiasm than has been appar- ent for many years. As their eco- nomic outlook grew darker, people clung to the ballot as the most stable means of helping them out of the morass. The pressure of the times has forced them to do some thinking about the fundamental groundwork upon which our national structure has been built. They know now what they want in the way of political ac- tion at Washington, in the state and in the minor subdivisions of govern- ment. But before it sets its hand to writ- ing the fateful decision in November, the voting public will be interested in; the prospectuses held out to them by the rival candidates for the presi- dency and for other offices. It was for that reason that Governor Roose- velt’s speech at Columbus was read with more care than the average Political statement is accorded. Obviously, coming close on the heels of President Hoover's acceptance speech, it offers an opportunity to contrast the attitudes of the two claimants for popular favor. It was to Roosevelt's advantage to make the contrast sharp and clear. In some respects he did so but in others he laid himself open to counter-attack, just as President Hoover did in his ‘acceptance. Both men, curiously enough, took fan attitude which smacked strongly of defeatism. President Hoover pictured himself as the sane and sturdy captain, peer- ing from the bridge of the ship of state into the murky darkness ahead and hoping for the best but admit- ting that the steam was running low and that nothing much could be done about it. His very failure to advance anything new hinted strongly that he had exhausted his fertility of mind and his spiritual resources in battling an enormous problem. The president, of course, phrased it that he was pin- ning his hopes to the devices already initiated, but the reverse application of the idea is inescapable. Roosevelt, on the other hand, strongly castigated the president for not recognizing that the system, as it had prevailed up to October, 1929, could not continue and blamed the president for trying to bolster it. De- featism, in his case, seems to be the thought that the American standard of living, which President Hoover has unquestionably tried to maintain, was @ little too rich for the popular di- gestion. Yet the one thing which we 00 |}in his heart. ; two parties. THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE, MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 1982 not as numerous as they were before |" the value of stocks shriveled. Any estimate of Roosevelt’s assault upon the practices of high finance must be coupled with the fact that the high financiers have been the most liberal contributors to the party campaign chests. In view of this fact, Roosevelt's speech stamps him as teither a very brave seeker after pub- lic favor or one who already has been convinced there is very little hope or assistance from the quarters which he attacks. There may be justifica- tion for both versions. It already is obvious that the Republican attack 90 jon Roosevelt will be that he is a radical and that it will be coupled to assertions about Hoover's “safety.” Facing this situation, it is probable 0 | the governor felt he might as well 50 |b condemned for a goat as a lamb and thereupon spoke what really is If he did he deserves applause on that point, if on no other. Frankness is rare in a presi- dential candidate. Ordinarily there are too many toes which might be Stepped on. From the standpoint of political ef- fectiveness, the thing Roosevelt did to confound his Republican foes was to read the record of the last four years. It is something which per- mits of no argument. | For persons who think in terms of Policies rather than of men, he men- tioned the tariff, but was not spe- cific about it. He attacked the un- bridled excesses of stock manipula- tors and proposed to do something about that. They are items calcu- lated to win support. One would judge, from the renewed emphasis laid on the “forgotten man,” that Roosevelt found the popular re- action to his first mention of that individual good rather than bad. At any rate he took occasion to mention him again. Only now the phrase has been broadened to “forgotten man and woman.” It probably is good politics to re- member the potent women’s vote but somehow the original phrase seemed best. It painted a picture, not only of the utnlucky individual himself, but of his forlorn wife and bedraggled family grouped about him. But the canvas must be outlined in broaa sweeps when one struggles for votes and it may be that the addition of the woman was politically sound. On this basis Roosevelt should be glad that children do not vote, otherwise he would have been forced to a fur- ther extension of what may easily be- come a campaign slogan. If, as the Republicans claim, Presi- dent Hoover won a million votes with his speech of acceptance, it is possible that Roosevelt won a lot of them back with his speech at Columbus. At any rate, he approached closer to some of the festering sore spots in our economic and political life than any other person of his prominence has done in a long time. It is to be hoped that President Hoover will take occasion in the near future to answer the points raised, It is to be hoped that he will do so himself, rather than permit some other of the party stalwarts to do it. After all, we have to choose be- tween two men as well as between We are entitled to the opinions of the leaders themselves, not the second-hand opinions relayed through minor functionaries, ‘We will want to know what we are doing next November. We will want all the information possible before we, as the voting public, take in hand the pencil in the voting booth to mark the X that marks the spot. Editorial Commént Editorials printed below show the trend of thought by other editors. They are published without regard to whether they agree or disagree with The Tribune's policies. No Place to Go (New York Times) With the conversion of President Hoover to state control of the liquor traffic, those who are prohibitionists first and partisans afterward are left with no important champion in either major party. Governor Roosevelt and the Democrats are pledged not only to the submission of flat repeal, and to flat repeal itself, but they are on record for immediate modification of the Volstead act. The Republican Party promised to submit repeal, and the president, going beyond the plat- form, confesses national prohibition to be a failure and favors the sub- stitution of state control. The drys retain only that part of their vic- tory—if the swapping of speakeasies for saloons is a victory—represented by the abolition of the open saloon. Both presidential candidates are firm against its return. Where can the drys go? They are obviously confused and divided. Some say that, since Mr. Hoover is “not NEWS NOTE: FOUGHT ACTING ABILITY! SHES Go's GIFT TOA HELIOTROPE 1S $O BETTER. PERFUME THAN NARCISSUS! gh ag as wet” as Mr. Roosevelt (though it is difficult to define any difference between them), they will stand by president. The state superintend- ent of the New York Anti-Saloon lea- gue is quoted as saying that the president is “still a dry,” which must Mean that an anti-prohibitionist can now be a dry. But Mrs. Boole, Dr. and Dr. Colvin are not de- ceiving themselves. They know and say that Mr. Hoover has turned his back on national prohibition, and urge their followers not to support If This Duelling Idea Spreads! PROVINCETOWN, MASS.— RAPIER DUEL OVER. QUESTION OF GRETA GARBOS TWO SMOKERS OF RIVAL TOBACCO BRANDS CHOOSE ‘To FIGHT IT OUT! PERSONAL HEALTH SERVICE By William Brady, M. D. Signed letters pertaining to personal health and hygient, not to disease diagnosis, or treatment, wiil be answered by Dr. Brady if a stamped, self- addressed envelope is enclosed. Letters should be brief and written in ink. No reply can be made to queries not conforming to instructions. Address Dr. William Brady, Address Dr. William Brady, in care of this newspaper. in care of this newspaper. THE SKIN YOU LOVE TO SCRATCH We gave several useful remedies for the relief of itching, smarting, irri-| tation or burning of the skin in the talk about Seven Ages of Itching the other day. Today we have some more recipes for you. Better make a note or clipping of any you may wish to use. Nothing gets me off my bowling so much as a lot of letters from folk who decide six weeks after publica- tion of an item like this that they) want a copy, when we have no copies | available. For heat rash (prickly heat) bathe with a handful of bran in basin of tepid water, or a tablespoonful of saleratus (soda) in basin of tepid water, dry with soft towel and powder freely with cornstarch powder or with zine stearate powder or with borated talcum. Avoid soap. Chafing between opposing skin sur- faces calis for gentle soap and tepid water bathing, repeated rinsing away of the soap, drying with soft towel and fanning, then heavily coating with zine stearate powder. If the chafed or scalded surface is moist, | smear it with fresh castor oil or with | soft petrolatum and cover with a piece of soft linen. Exposure to the air is the best preventive and cure for chaf- ing or scalding. For chapping, redness or roughness of the skin, this lotion is an old standby: Boric acid powder . Tragacanth shaving: Glycerin . Rain water or distilled water..1 pint Boil, stirring constantly, till a clear jelly is obtained. Apply after wash- ing the hands and before skin is quite dry, two or three times a day. This lotion is excellent after shav- Of course the relief of the itching | of scabies, old-fashioned itch, is the cure of the disease, and that means the killing of the itch mites that bur- row under the cuticle. The best rem- edy for this is sulphur ointment— not “sulphur and lard” crudely mixed up, but sulphur ointment made by the skilled pharmacist, a pound of it, fresh, after the formula in the Phar- macopoeia. The success of this treat- ment depends largely upon the man-' ner in which the sulphur is applied. ! No room here to give instructions. Bath pruritus is a mild degree of itching, rather irritation, indicating the following measures: 1, Don't bathe. 2. If you must bathe, make it short and no more extensive than the law requires. 3. Avoid the use of soap. 4. The less clothing you wear at any time, consistent with comfort, the less your skin will itch. 5. Use some suitable oil on the skin daily. 6. After a bath apply this skin cream: Lanolin Boroglycerid Cold cream, made from White Petrolatum. This should be dispensed in a col- lapsible tube, and a pea size bit is enough to apply daily. Many persons who suffer with bath pruritus or so-called winter itch need treatment to increase the activity of ductless glands. This may be accom- Plished by taking a suitable Iodin Ra- tion. (Write in for instructions for taking an Iodin Ration, and inclose with your request a 3-cent-stamped envelope: bearing your address.) Here is a recipe for the relief of kin or fold of linen. QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS None So Blind fone I wrote asking for your pamphlet on “Constipation,” enclosing stamped addressed envelope and a dime. A few days later I received a “Little Les- son in the Ways of Health” No.*25, which I have read through several times, but so far as I can see it is just @ discussion of the subject but no ad- vice about effecting a cure. You say .| “the first five days are the hardest.” Piease advise what you are supposed to do the first five days.—(Mrs. F. F.) Answer—Immaterial to me — you may suppose I go fishing, attend the movies, bowl, read murder mysteries, even do a bit of writing now and then. I can't see what difference it thakes what I may be doing the first five days. Persons with the consti- pation habit are doing whatever they can to keep their minds off their bowels. The pamphlet “The Consti- pation Habit” has helped many to overcome the habit. I do not offer to cure anything. Ivy Poisoning Some years ago I asked your advice about ivy poisoning. I had suffered @ great deal from it. The internal doses of Rhus Toxicodendron which you suggest have apparently given me complete immunity for I no longer ‘suffer when I am exposed.—(K. R. D.) Answer—Perhaps such homeopathic doses are safer than the practice of eating a bit of ivy leaf to gain im- munity. We are glad to send the par- ticulars on request. Inclose stamped addressed envelope. (Copyright, John F. Dille Co.) THROUGH ENGLISH EYES New York, Aug. 22.—A _ girl's-eye view of New York usually filters shrewd observation through glamor- ous experience. Young women, visiting from abroad, seem most critically orbed while pack- ing a lifetime's experiences into a few ees which they seem quite willing to end. ee Angela Brett, brilliant young daugh- ter of the Hon. Maurice Brett of Lon- don, for instance, urges every English girl to visit New York at least once, if for no other reason than to get rid of an inferiority complex. Miss Brett, as a debutante and important society figure, saw the New York which sips its rose-colored glasses in the gayest spots. Writing in LEondon’s “National Graphic,” Miss Brett observes that at Manhattan's swankiest affairs “You need merely talk more or less intelligently on most subjects (for the American is a serious young man at heart)—and use your English ac- cent! Then you will be swept off your feet with attention. * * * OUR BIBULOUS METROPOLIS According to an English debutante, our sartorially famed mayor, Jimmy Walker, dresses badly except when attired in evening clothes. “Over-padded shoulders, a terrific waist line and a light—almost white —felt hat jammed over one eye,” re- cords Miss Brett of “our” Jimmy's ap- parel, “At the Central Park Casino I met Mayor Walker again. He looks better in evening clothes.” Champagne, she discovered, flowed freely the moment one went about in the better circles; a slightly tight political figure stood up in a speak- easy and bought champagne “for the house.” “It was brought in a large tub of ice.” Champagne appeared again at a boating club. Speakeasies, save in Harlem, were a disappoint- ment because they seemed more like chic London cafes. The “people en masse” are horribly unattractive. Gun-toting gang figures supply a thrill. Parties are exhaustingly fre- quent. There is more drinking than in London, and “that English accent” assures the attention of hundreds of young men. .* * TAME LIONESS Pearl Buck, writer of the spectacu- larly popular “The Good Earth,” is the latest “social lion” to do tricks for the benefit of the New York crowd. Recognized within the last couple of years as one of our most impor- tant writers, Miss Buck ran from fan- fare and lionizing when she came back to Manhattan. She almost sidled into town in a junketing auto and Canadian River % "i sem the HORIZONTAL « Answer to Previous Puzzle for measuring 1 Encountered. area. time. cs 4 Onager, RORNIE] 13 United States ‘T Important saan minister to Canadian __ Canada. river flowing, 15To make through + requital. _ Alaska. 16 Card game, /9 Applauds, 17 Label. 11 Stockings. 18 Data. ** 12 Eucharist 20X. wine vessc!, 22 Bark of an 14 Needy. 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Born. 51 To weer, 11 Instrument. dent Hoover's acceptance speech at almost every point and yet I welcome it because it really raises fundamental issues and points of difference —Nor- man Thomas, Socialist candidate for president. lation about the campaign and me for months. I’m sick of that stuff. I'm fed up with publicity—Ex-Gov- ernor Alfred E. Smith of New York. ee * good soldier, I intend to carry them out.—Speaker John Nance Garner, Democratic nomiinee for the vice presidency. to plan and hard to do—Colonel Leonard P. Ayres, Cleveland banker. done not for money, nor necessity, but for fun.—Dr. Harry Emerson Fosdick, seemed stunned that one book could make ‘so eminent a figure. All of which is most pleasing in a day when so many climbers and would-bes climb to housetops and shout about indifferent wares. Two of Gotham’s most timid liter- ary visitors, by the way, are Andre Maurois, French philosopher and bi- ographer, and A. A. Milne, daddy of Winnie-the-Pooh, se & A fellow we intend to look up on first“ opportunity is Julian (Simple) Simon, of Yonkers, whose card an- nounces him as “an internationally famous authority on ignorance.” There's so much to be found out on that subject. And so few willing to talk it over. And our favorite character at the moment is a girl who stands in Broad- way advertising a beauty parlor, while Possessing one of the most charming assortment of freckles I have ever beheld. It may be a hangover from youth, but freckles have always been more alluring to me than plastically pampered compexions. Foy As a Socialist, I disagree with Presi- ee * I’ve heard nothing else but specu- n I’ve received my orders and like a = ® The stimulation of business is easy xk * The best work in the world is that and reported that German opposi- tion was weakening rapidly. man city of Cologne, Killing five per- sons. it had sunk a German submarine the New England coast in a running battle, States ought to come to our town and leave his auto parked beside a fire plug. pastof, Riverside Baptist Church, New York, ReARY BRITISH STORM ALBERT On Aug. 22, 1918, British troops stormed Albert, an important town in the Picardy ogg eating eee than 2, prisoners. Br! forces in two Rate had advanced more than four miles on & 10-mile front. French forces, after taking Lasigny, advanced nearly seven miles on & 15-mile front to wipe out a large slice of the territory gained by mans in their great offensives earlier in the year. the Ger- They took more than 20 villages Allied aviators bombed the Ger- Ee ietar Mg Mato Bha. ota Na) Barbs Any trip across a busy street will convince the pedestrian that the old advice about not ever hurrying if you want to live long is completely out of date. ee # The British writer who says that 0 laws are enforced in the United a oe om ‘The reat definition of a bigoted man is one who not only doesn’t agree with you, but isn’t even willing to argue about it. ** # Back in Queen Elizabeth's time, old soldiers were given permission to beg in the streets. Since then, we have been making constant progress, and now that privilege has been with- drawn. + # # The principal reason that charity Whe SYNOPSIS Ted Radcliffe is called to Verdi, a small village on the Mexican border, by Bob Harkness, his late father’s friend. Radcliffe Senior had lost a fortune in Mexico years before. At a party given by Major Blount of the U. S. Army, Ted meets Paco Morales, ruling power of Mexico, and his beautiful niece, Adela. Mo- rales tells how El Coyote, the mys- terious bandit, killed a man about to reveal his hideaway. El Coyote steals from the rich, particularly Morales, and gives to the poor. Ma- jor Blount announces that the U. S. cavalry will join in the search for the bandit. A wounded Mexican, be- lieved to be one of El Coyote’s band, is captured. Ted is stunned to learn his father died penniless. Bob at- tributes the failure of Ted’s father’s Mexican’ irrigation project to Mo- rales, whose reign would have end- ed with its success. CHAPTER X Ted made no answer. He looked again at the letter, and for a moment everything seemed swept from be- neath his feet. His future plans, his hopes, had been dashed away. He was a pauper. The thought made him look up. “Two hours ago I thought I was a rich man. I could command wealth. I could do with my life just what I wanted. Now I'm a charity guest of yours. Why, T haven't five hundred dollars to my name, and I can’t stay here.” Bob shook his read. “You've got to stay here. Ted, if you go before we've had a chance to talk and plan, ll think rather poorly of my old friend’s son, We'll build again, you and I, For the next week we'll ride and talk and lay our campaign. I can do something, old man. You've got to let me.” Caught up by the eanestness in the man’s voice, Ted laid both hands on Bob’s shoulder. “Thank God you are here. It’s all so unreal. And tonight I can’t see much ahead.” A dying ember clattered noisily on the hearth. Bob walked toward the door and once more his voice had recovered its old matter-of-fact quality. “There's rye and Scotch in that cabinet, Ted. You've been through a dark place in your life tonight and in a few hours it will be dawn Let’s think of it as a real dawn. Meanwhile, I’ve got something that has to be done before the sun rises 80 don’t wait up.” Again Radcliffe’s eyes watched the graying logs. He seemed to be talking to the fireplace. “Queer,” he said, “I can’t feel sorry for dad. T can’t find pity for him. He was too fine for pity.” But the quiet voice only answered: “I think I know your father even better than you. And I know, tgo, something of the feeling that makes a gambler of a man, and makes him willing to stake everything, perhaps even the things he has no right to stake. And now, good night.” The footsteps of Don Bob died down the path, Within the house it had grown suddenly cold. A resin. ous branch of mesquite hissed nois- ily and still the man stood brooding before the hearth, with somber, un- seen eyes fixed on the flickering re, A chapter closed. , The chapter of his first youth had tlosed, For the first time a sense of the great un- certainty of life came over him, a sense of the vast, unreasoning ty- ranny of fortune. At last, something like a sigh escaped him, and turning away he dropped his cigarette among the dying coa! All life would be different now, of th ak ee Cs r j COPYRIGHT 1951, BY INTERNATIONAL MAGAZINE CO, INC. “~ DISTRIBUTED BY KING FEATURE'S ‘SYNDICATE/INC. GAY BANDIT e BORDER by TOM Doors were closing on him that had once been opened wide. He looked up. Well, one had to sleep. Even paupers. But at the door of the bed- room he looked back and raised his clenched hand toward the unheeding darkness outside. “You got dad, damn you,” he said slowly. “Now let’s see if you can get me.” For Ted that night always re- mained a memory of racing, waking thoughts; a nightmare of fantastic dreams. His life, the life that had been forever taken away, passed be- fore him in confusion: the days of poverty on the streets of Denver, the better days of college, the days of wealth. Like bright, brief pic- tures in the darkness the pageant of his yesterdays passed. He turned the hot pillow. At last, throwing back the covers, he went to the window and lighted a cigar- ette. So his father had trusted too much—trusted life, and people, and himself, Then life had let him down, Life—and Morales, Yet, strangely, the word evoked not the austere face of the Spaniard, but the ivory-pale features of the girl. LIlusive and haunting, she.seemed to smile—but with a smile not wholly gay. Adela Morales. That, too, was past. Past before it had begun, He may have slept. Suddenly he found himself sitting bolt upright, looking on the first red shafts of light that crept over the desert. That ache of loneliness had gone, and the long fight of the night had left him with a new sense of mas- tery. The path ahead lay clear. He was to carry on—to face whatever the future might bring. A breeze from the window fanned his cheeks, bringing the promise of spring and the faint fragrance of jasmine, He breathed deeply, know- ing the black night had forever passed, and with it the blackness of his pain, All life lay before him, bidding him build again. He would look a hostile world in the face and carve a place for himself. And then —his lips tightened—he would come to grips with the forces that had meant his father’s ruin. And in some unreasoned way he felt that this too was part of his father’s plans. A servant brought fruit and cof- fee, and a half-hour later Ted found Bob on the porch, listening in amused silence to a very wrathful major. The old soldier was embel- lishing his talk with the hand-picked profanity of ten army generations. As Radcliffe approached Bob smiled up at him. “The major has news for us. Tell him, Blount.” “It's about that damned Mexican captive. He got away!” “But the fellow was wounded,” protested Radcliffe. “He couldn't have got away!” “Of course he couldn't, Not alone, there's nobody home. PLUM TREE—HUH! begin at home these days is (Copyright, 1932, NEA Service, Inc.) tree, grafting a branch of a peach tree to it. Now the tree is bearing fruit—but STICKERS Social butterflies seldom are found among wall-flowers. 4 GILL my wife is already spreading the news over Verdi as gleefully as if she just had a set of twins.” A sudden recollection turned the major’s reddened face a delicate pur- ple. “On the way out I met Dr. Price and told him about it. De you know what he said?” Both men shook their heads. “He said, ‘I thought someone would call for your captive.’ ‘Then why in hell didn’t you say so last night?’ I asked. ‘Oh, I never believe in interfering with military matters,’ he grinned back. That was the only answer I could get.” “It’s uncanny,” Blount burst out afresh. “That bandit has friends everywhere. We all know half the border people are in secret league with him. But here in Verdi—J never realized.” “My friend,” Don Bob said sol- emnly, “you had better realize it if you ever expect to capture El Coy- ote. Your most secret plans are go- ing to be known tovhim, your moves ments, your reports. He probably knows where you are at this mo- ment. So, for you, major, I predict an interesting chase, but hardly pre- dict success.” As if stung to instant action, the major rose and clattered down the steps to his horse. He climbed into the saddle and called back: “I'll lay you a dinner that before I’m done I capture or kill this all-seeing bandit of yours,” “Taken,” laughed Don Bob. For a time he watched the retreating figure of the old soldier. “You know,”—he turned toward Ted—“I sometimes envy that man. Never once in his long past has he been assailed by doubts, either of himself or of his destiny. How simple al) that must make life.” Ted nodded. “I wonder if life ever can be simple. Just now I was won- dering how one begins to build it up again—in your words—from the very beginning.” ,, “It’s not so hard. Your father did it twice. I’ve done it. When I was just about your age my whole world ‘was knocked from beneath my feet. And I got over it, although,”—he smiled his quict smile—“some scars do remain.” “I'm willing to face it—and the scars too. Only where do we begin? You know I'll never be willing just to live on you.” “Who wants you to? Perhaps J need you more than you need me. Yes, don’t smile. Right now, Ted, I need a foreman, the kind of man I can make a partner of, that I can trust and bank on everiastingly. If you are your father’s son, that man is you.” Radcliffe was looking out over the desert. For a moment his steady eyes softened. “I’m not going to try to thank you, Bob,” he said at last. “But I wonder if I'd be 2 safe He had help. Someone was keep-| kind of foreman for anyone to take ing watch. All night someone must have kept watch—even while we were out there he may have had his eyes on us, Sweet piece of business, eh? The guard looked in at mid- night and saw the greaser’s boots sticking out, beneath the blanket. He flashed on the light and the fel- low lay there all quiet, with his eyes closed. Every two hours after that the guard looked in and the boots were still there, And this morning those damned boots were still there, but, by the Lord, that Mexican wasn't. He had taken them off, stuck them neatly outside the blank- et, and vanished. Somebody came for him, smashed the lock, and car- tied him away.” Again the old sol- died called down eternal maledic- tions on his.fortune. “He was our best bet, that peon—our only bet, And now he’s gone, Vanished. And on just now. It came to me this morning that dad sent me out here as a test. I think he wants me to carry on the fight, I-remember once he said, ‘The greatest inheritance I could leave you would be a good nA? ca your hands.’ No, Bob, your w foreman sooner or later clash with Morales.” as “A fight with the power of P. Morales should be big catenin suit anyone, but I think we could stand it. So let's call it settled. Work for me and it will give you your best chance to get around and dig things out. For above all things you've got to avoid suspicion. Re- member, there's no sacred regard for life out here—especially across We border, Yoni be a great deal afer as one of my cowpun earning his day's can ee (Te it mot one plum has been born. The grafted branch is bearing 12 Peaches, which ts the only fruit on — + oe Eee eee = re,