Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, October 31, 1922, Page 12

PAGE TWELVE Cbe Casper Daily Cribune “ OTUESDAY, OCTOBER 31, 1922. an ae net Sea in To FLAMI NG; |BARNEY GOOGLE-A Stake Wor! A Steak Lost. Im Au Ser, ly ROBERT Ww CHAMBERS ©1062 GEORGE H DORAN cOmMDANY (Continued From Yesterday) Ho had made the antly be! | / Bors, DM GONNA BEXCHA JAE i / SPaev-PLwG Can Go A MRE VY cuouGH: } in THREE CoNOTES -IF I Tave THE | win <I TAKE Your GaNoce -) waren ™ 1e I tose Vou HAVE FRESH} \_ TAKe tv SASSY, | SPARKY- I Ser i “The WaTtH ; Fixe To Run Siew - HoRSE MEAT FoR LUNGH- i HERE .MOSE TAKE j htest af move men were be trees. < ch, in the of woodcraft, laughed 1 the dim and spec- roar of laughter. | he caled out, “you're | se behind him. He! aoing to cash in. Savvy? You're wily Eve s‘ooc agoin’ to hop o' An’ first you for the stuff. | 1 died in his pale eyes as she n you: you rested silently in his it of now I got it returned his Kiss, again. That are No. t cheek against | ‘tain't that gruc green-livered haven face. whelp of a erc still-born slut “Dad, darling? No! It's be ad the heft of “Yes, my baby—" your dirty 1 finger onto my girlie. ou're wetching to kill Quintuna.|"N" now you gs he | ; ea. PETEY DINK--Champion Long. Distancer. there's no use watching any ma — ARE Nov sfc ~ Mov Just SPEND WY USTELMG To THAT CHAPTER Ul tle pale eyes wilight in front ing leaf escaped Always Clinch’s — War DoYouTRInk oF iar PETEY— J 7 EVERY Minute oF 1 CoT Los ALICELES- CHITAGO— AUSTIN, yj RAvIO— Downe You Your Twe Ar THar Te = ao EXAS AD ATLANTA : ke ver" dead old ~ KNow DINNER 1S “THING Nov Dou'r GA. OVER M ; Fs See here!" She Cus liot I Le READY — STop tr Kia Nou HAE . 1 ee . ie nand fh to her breeches dotlaire—five miition THis MmuuTe. £ AMIFE ANY BAST MCN: oN ‘ul franc in et a sha jeare (% a re what It sost to rob Jose Quintana! More — AB- ae, pace nsing | Unnerstan’? — JUST A Momenr. SouuTecy Rioicue- 4 Clinch, powerful arm eb ng a her shoulde looked duily at the \ Tw Sometuine’s ous So 1 COMING IN — Jewels. “You see, dad, there's no use kill ant. These are the things you of, them that matter, got ed you should be a great lady, girlie ‘Them's the tickets of admission. ¥ put ‘em in your pants. I gotta st: bere for a spell—” “Dad! Take them!” He ook them, amfled, shoved them into his pocket “What is is, girlie?” he asked, eb sently, his pale eyes searching the woods ahe: “T've fust told you,” she #aid, “that the boys went in as far 49 Quintana’s shanty. There was a dead man. there, too: but Quintana hag gon Clinch eaid—not removing his eyes trom the forest: “If any o' them boys has let Quintana crawl through I'll kill him, too. . . . G'wan home, girlie, 1 gotta mosey—I gotta kinda loaf around f'r a spell—" “Dad, I want you to come back] orpep CHIL DIS}¢— ff : ele igri Se ge Nee eg . |WHY | GASOLINE ALLEY—A FAMILY RESEMBLANCE, ANYWAY wate i “ET SMASHEi)/ gut ; “ = - That ~ m Tern : «i» | CINCH THE : = PILAT] af GIGS SO orning eness—those home: vou hear me, Eve “THAT'S RIGHT —IT'S HALLOWEEN! AH A JACK O'LANTERN! CMON SKEE2Ix— : Inake work « burden ee read and Dick Berry to hook! you Mar,” said Clinch odntemptu- THE KIDS HAVE GOT Tee ews CNG. AT gic! Bev be thainned hy SR Se Since vend oa feat ah ak ons. “I got them jolls tn’ my pa A TICK -"TACK - OF THE YEAR FoR THE THE WINDOW | WANT beck--look to Sour kidneys, Fe i wit k ket WORE wn “ou i: *o Sid and Quint derisive laugh cut him Ont ee . oa aia F Caope ain eampin e ' shor? give you thee Flam'ne Casper resident's example, Harve take him on his Mrs. Mamie Miller, 407. W. First Jewel if you show me you got my back ou help tix! cems in your pants pocket!” | street’ says: “I-had a severe attack Jimmy He's:a, Uttle “1m ‘show you. Lay down your to, ga natic: trouble, some months is 5] ritie’'ac's T'neéa “the atock’” ped At was caused trom a'sordere} 1 you go along— “First. you,, my frien’ Mike," said] | kidneys, My bands and wrist te ed and my ankles were all Daren so that it was impossible to get my shoes on. My: back was stiff and sore &nd I couldn't stand on my foet and was obliged to take to my bed where I lay for three’ weeks attended by a fan. 1 didn't improve any and Quintana cautiously. / | Clinch took his rifle by the muzzle and shoved the stock into view so/ that Quintana could seo it without | au moving. | pay for all he ever done to me, girlie.) “To hiv suprise, Quintana did the} I'm aimin’ to craw’ on him) s-me,then coolly stepped ® pace out-| on sight—" side the shelter of his hemlock stump. | Clinch’s set visage relaxed into an} «yo. show me ‘now?’ he called| @larming smile which piceeret aoa mcfisaa ithe aeweasie ed, died in the wintry ferocity of} cinch! stepped ‘into view, dug ihto bis eyes. his pocket, and, cupping both han eae: displayed a glitterin; ae pe S tering heap of gems G'wan home!” he ' tnterrupted | «7 wanted you’ should know wi harshly. “You ee Hastings | gottem,” he said, “before you hop. boy to bleed to deat It'll give you something to think She came up to him, not uttering| oo, in hell.” | & word, yet asking him with all’ the! ‘Quintana’s eyes had become. slits} tenderness and eloquence of her eyes}. cain. Neither man stirred, Then:| to leave his biood-tra:l where it lay} "55 you are buzsard, eh: Clinch? #nd_ hunt no more. ‘ You fee on dead man's pockets, ‘eh? He" kissed her “mputte tatintty| rou crind Sard somewhere ‘antayon tenifer, :emiled; then, ageler pain ANC | e940 Fie [Sela uy. thes nmmoreooo| scowling: , emblazoned with the a "“G'wan home, you Uttle scut, an‘ | °* ger sg ep him? You have what he took: “I gotta have more’n he took. But even that ain't enourh. Hp couldn't svete subsided and two more boxes ply ask for a iidney remed cured me completely.” ifkes Price 60¢ at all dealers. Don't Doan's Kidney Pills—the th same = Mrs. Miller had. Foster-Mil = Mfrs., Buffalo, N.Y, 5 Wiss Go: The first sun-dial was erected in Rome, and the day was first divided into hours in 293 B. ©. ui i t OH! fPesannonD! You —HE Sab iT For Ex do what I told ye, or, by God, I'll phedbstg hha m2 O8 aes ma MEGEE Took ME Home, DDAr Let Hine, KISS wes MY own vapere : cut a switch that'll learn ye gooa!| "Map tf Ot Climche al Last NIGHT—HES TH ' W. tch R iri Never a word, now! On yer way! pang pris alien hoes Mae ¥ SWEETEST SHENG — a epairing pbc ie Y'all, Ver’ quick, now, I take youts, | ur too— | C¥nch venished cfd so did his! rifle; and Quintana f'rs! struck the moss where the had rested | And Jewelry Repairing of } - the better kind Twice she turned to look back The second time, Clinch was slowly walking into the woods _ straight ahead of him. She waited; saw rim ees ee row!" Jered go in; waited. After a while~whe laughing. “I—need that empty continued on her way. 1 CHAPTER 1V of yours, And I'm going after it ‘i ? . + + But it's because” your filthy claw has touched my girlie that you gotta hop!” And Clinch’s mind was om her. All else—his watchfulness, his stealthy aCvance—all the alertness of eye and ear, all the subtlely, the cunning, the infinite caution—were purely instine + Twilight lay over the phantom] Sipe atone wood, touching with pallid tinty the| ; floofed forest. Somewhere in this flooded twilight of gigantic trees was Jose Quintana.| 8° far only that one’ shot had’ been Knowing that, he dismissed that tact | ‘red. Both .men were still maneu- from his mind end. turned bis | Yrs. alweys/creepin& in circles and| thoughts to Eve. = alwa: lining some great- tree for > heiter. Som: his lips ved. They} * darts Pasta terab age oe ing | _ Now, the gathering dusk was mak- Pi catitee Kita plasty darts ing them bolder and swifter; and este: ise, tWice, alread$, Clinch caught the For Hallowe’en Justice of his case. —ecch, to him, a cause Shadow of a fading edge of something fatter of Harrod: the af. that vanished sgainst the shadows a or a fair of Qui na = too swiftly for a shot. 3 Many a time he had pleaded these, Now Quintana, Keeping a tree in occasio two causes before the Most High, |Jine, brushed with his lthe back a astons But now his thoughts were chiefly Seafless moosebush \that stood sway- 1 CAN HARDLY WAIT WA iT IT ISNT 5 ee WAAT bafpaned: DIONE MY HAT : concerned with Eve—with the prob- 5 as he evoided it. ERS FOR WNCH-HOUR TON gigut FoR you — Cwity-es: 1 WHAT HAPPENED BLOW OFF aoe wy ne Jem of her. future-—hle mater, pase) Ne eee ea ost aateeatlt CONE, SOTRAT 1 TOBE BUYING A WONDER: 2 Ti AFRAID Oy LITTLE = ear $1.50 dozen jon—this gh dead: wife — pet his c . ae i : Ne eee one ee oe Shey Aen ate aiahie Tusk Bab tietaaeth) irked ah ee MY LUNCH EVERY KEANETH, NYEREST IN ME! to $5.00 dozen 5 I he ‘ _ swaying, and darted to his tree. JeTHearr ! : | : ENT 322 REST wall Epes ip enn 4 vara Waiting, he saw that the graw blot are is PottedPipnts: koe Bes wordless ¥ “my girlie has gotta H!S coat made in the dusk was still 4 have a ie etnies -1 moving a little—Just vibrating a little Hes Pee Te Thee alice ce ese. out bitein «tbe stwilight' He Stouetea stay Chrysanthemums, $2.50 Amen.” * ** push with his rifle barrel, then to $5:00 At that instant he saw Quintana. | crouched almost flat Recognition was instant and mau-| Suddenly the red crash of a rifle lt s tual, Nelther_man stisred. “Quin. UP Clinch's visage for a fraction of a Floral Designs |: tana wre standing beside a giant Second. And Quintana’s bullet hemlock. His pack Iay at his feet, 8mashed Clinch betwecn the eyes. ‘ SEs tp ernest oper Continued Tomorrow) Prices are Lowest—Quality chanics!—close to a great ironwood be tree. Probably both men knew that they | Lowest Storage in Casper coukl ‘cover themselves before: the |. uteed ‘Ropar Wark, Acety- other moved a muscle. Clinch’s small - ; Welding, Gas, Oil and Greases Ught eyes were blazing: Quintana’s | 'm° Wooms, Gas, ON and Gr black eyes hac. become two slits. the Best at the : e America Floral Lobby of the Fee Theater a Finally: “You — dirty — skunk,’ Brakes Examined Free drawled Clinch in his agreeably mis- leading voice. “I got you now.” ACCESSORIES h--b,”* said Quintana, ‘“thees appen ver’ nice like I expec’ Alw: I say myse’f. Jose, an’ one da thees teliow Clinch has rob you. + Lam yer thank-| to the good Goa—" Willis-Hackett Co. 63 S. 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