Evening Star Newspaper, December 9, 1934, Page 95

C, DECEMBER 9, 1934. that, of late, he sent for them mer than he rang for her. Rlly a summons did come, she for- m everything when he folded his arms and breathed, “I bu, Carol.” Her eyes would an- want you, too.” But her lips e’ll be together soon, darling.” somehow, no mention was ever f a date to be set for the wed- ’ he had introduced her to his as he called them. They were a pf young people, carefree and hnd happy. ad written about them: probably wonder what Larry e. The girls accept me because no play for their men. The men e because I'm labeled Larry’s. ets me entirely. n a corner while he sings blues b a siren on the piano. I'd look ched on a piano. Or I sit against with an oh-what-a-lovely-time- ing expression, while I inwardly e girl in his arms who just makes her excuse for being there—in 5, I mean. en when I can’t stand it another I go out to the kitchen to help ss with the sandwiches. od, how can I go on loving him I have no more pride, no more b just Larry’s woman—and I get badly. r tremor shook Carol’s slim body e thought of last night. Last e had waited until 3 o’clock and lad not come back for her. She en to him of it this morning. should have stayed just five longer, darling,” he said. “I ck for you.” ps 3 o'clock, Larry, and every- d gone. It's a low-down feeling t over. Greg offered to take me To get rid of me, of course. I buld prefectly well go alone.” had interrupted with a laughing kiss you good-night, Angel?” kissed him. I thought I owed ething for dragging him out at r of morning.” e just a two-timing little—" bmiling at her and opening up his she could creep into them and the hurt kissed away. rol didn’'t go into his arms. She looked ‘at him wide-eyed. He pally believe that she had Kkissed e was so sure of her he didn’t re if she had. She thought, “A t have some pride.” e calling me——" Her voice and harsh, had held all the pns with which she had never ailed. “I'm afraid, Larry, that e to break our engagement.” t was—out—and she hadn’t . Her heart had cried, “No, no, I didn’t mean it!” br lips had hurried on, “It’s hor- ting around, hearing you sing gs to the other girls, watching e with them. I can dance, too. u were so sure of me that you rget me entirely, knowing that ere waiting when you cared to es had blazed in answer to hers. t realize that being engaged at I was not to look at another rhaps you are right. Such an ent had better be broken. I that when two people loved each wasn't necessary to be tied——" ecessary to be tied. By kindness tesy and consideration.” ad glared at her. It would have kt the moment to go very dra- d thrust his ring at him and e back your ring. I don’t want our philandering love, either.” had never given her the one, wasn’t a bit sure of the other. the buzzer had rung for him 0 Mr. Rand’s office and she was ng rather ridiculous, not know- her she was the jilter or the ing up the letters he should tated answers to, she had gone her desk to compose them. It n her until 4 to finish the work. en, knowing her work well done br heart yearning for a reconcil- at she had burst in on him with his arms. ied again.. Long, low sobs that her body. A pounding at the ght her to her feet. , Larry’s, was calling. “I've been waiting for you an hour, young woman. Every one has gome home. If you don’t come out now, I'll come in and get you.” “Oh, no, you won’t! The door is locked. Go away. I don’t ever want to see you again.” She was angry now. At her- self, at him, at the whole world. She could hear a chair dragged to the other side of the door. “I'll be seeing you,” he called back theerfully. A half-hour dragged wearily by. An hour. He called in remarks intermit- tently to let her know he was still wait- ing. This was ridiculous. “Go home, Larry Dugan, I just said good-by to you for- ever and I loathe anti-climaxes. I won’t see you again. So, go away.” “Come out here, Carol, and say good- by to me. You can’t say it in there.” She made no answer. “You're afraid. You don’t dare come out here and say good-by.” The door burst furiously open and Carol stood before him. Larry laughed outright. “Why you crazy little nut, you’'ve been crying. About me. Darling, I'm not worth it.” “I know you're not. You're not worth a single, solitary tear. Even as a business man you're hopeless. I've done prac- tically all your work ever since I've been ‘here. You don't run your office. You get your work done by flattering the men and loving the girls into doing it for you.” He applauded quietly with his hands. “That’s exactly what Mr. Rand said when he fired me. You two must have been discussing me.” “Larry. He didn't fire you!” “Yes, he did. He said he had lost too many good stenographers whose moth- ers became desperately ill in Ohio. He said good secretaries are hard to get, but he can find another office manager easily. That's what he thinks.” Larry was bitter under his lightness. “Do you mean other girls have left on account of loving you?” “Only one, Carol. She was plain and old and I felt sorry for her. I kissed her once. I think she was a little in love with me.” “Is - there any woman you know who isn’t a little in love with you? I feel sorry with all my heart for the girl who ever marries you.” “Pity yourself, then, darling. You're going to do just that tomorrow morning.” “I am not! Some day I'll meet another man. He’ll be all that you aren’t. Homely and sweet and kind. He’ll never look at another girl and he’ll never forget me at parties.” “And he’ll bore you terribly, Carol. He'll never make you laugh, and he won’t know how to kiss you like this.” Swiftly he took her in his arms and kissed her. Larry's kisses were always different. Some were like dew drops on the petals of a rose. This one was like a fiery sun sinking in a sea of flame. She pushed him away frantically and ran toward the door. “And he’ll talk things over sensibly. Not just gloss them over with love and Kkisses.” He caught her arm. “I'll talk things over with you, Carol. What is it you want me to say? That I'm sorry about all those other fool women? That I know I treated you badly, but I didn’t mean to? It was so wonderful to feel that you’d always be there waiting for me. I didn’t realize how you felt. I suppose I must seem rather ridiculous to you. Always swiping kisses from pretty girls. And then to lose my job on account of it!” HERE was a hurt in his voice. The soul-stirring, hidden sob of a man revealing his innermost self, and not liking much what he found. He was on his knees now. He had his arm around her waist, his head buried in her breast. And in that moment their two souls melted into an inseparaple whole. She knew there would be other Florines and other Redas in his life, but there would never be another Carol, and she laughed at the phantoms of the girls that were to be. She kissed his hair. “All right, darl- ing. It’s all right.” She exacted no promises but her voice held a subtle threat which he tucked away in the back of his mind. Larry held her rapturously in his arms. “And you’ll marry me tomorrow?” “Sensible you.” He went through his i pockets ruefully. “I have enoughto take us to dinner. Let’s go to that Russian place and start our romance all over again. Perhaps this time it will have a happier ending.” He spoke wistfully. “Wait until I make myself beautiful.” But it wasn’t necessary to paint hap- Piness on now. It shone through the carefully applied make-up. She adjusted her hat and patted the green dress. Yes, they did things to her. Lovely things. She smiled at her reflection approv- ingly. “You're all his, Carol. But don’t Has Killed Continued From Fifth Page. lives well on the colts, lJambs and kids which he kills as a wanton marauder. Before the time of Ben Lilly, it was practically impossible to raise colts or sheep on the open range in the rough, rocky and rugged country west of the 100th meridian, which forms an ideal habi- tat for the mountin lion. Lilly was a master at snuffing out the cougars while the other 249 members of the Federal hunting army have also worked effectively. Ben Lilly has at various times made reports to your Uncle Sam regarding the American mountain lion. For example, he told about trailing a certain lion for 12 hours one night, during which the lion covered 33 miles without resting before the hunter felled the beast with a well-aimed shot, It is usually a muscle-test- ing grind, this business of sleuthing the lions as they roam the rougher and more inaccessible canyons in hunting for prey. Such locations are also their favorite habitats, where they can live and breed in peace and tranquillity until the Government hunters appear and mar their family happiness by decreasing their numbers, The panther, according to Lilly, resembles the bobcat in relying upon its senses of smell and sight in much of its foraging. Its smell is keener than that of the bobcat, though less than that of either the wolf or coyote. It can see its prey for a long distance, but does much of its silent, cautious stalking by sense of smell, taking advantage of every cover until within striking distance of the victim. The panther's sense of hearing also is very acute. In making a kill, the cougar brings its victim to the ground with the stunning im- pact of its entire weight and generally attacks at the throat and breast. Mr. Lilly capitalized on the food habits of the lion in Increasing his remarkable string of sclaps. Usually the beast enjoys its fill of the prey and then buries what remains under leaves, litter and trash as a cache of future meals. Weather conditions and the abundance or scarcity of game elsewhere deter- mine whether the panther will return to that spot. Frequently more than one lion freds on a single carcass. Lilly once told of a certain lioness that killed 200 sheep one night, and also how he despatched nine parent lions and « their young ad fast as he could shoot one evening when he found them banqueting on the carcass of a freshly killed steer. The hunter who treasures his dogs must keep up with the pack in trailing mountain lions, as some of these beasts will fight vin- dictively when at bay instead of seeking tem- porary rgspite in trees. Using teeth and claws, backed by powerful neck and shoulder muscles in telling style, the cornered panther some- times kills all the dogs in a pack where the hunter is far behind. HEN Ben Lilly arrived in a new lion country, he first of all familiarized him- self with the routes used by the beasts. Then he would wait at some strategic point where the route narrowed or where two routes inter- sectioned in crossing from one watershed to another. Many of these “watch stations” were in the low saddles of divides. The crossings are easily recognizable by the from 6 to 12 scratch hills where the lions usually stop for a few minutes. Each scratch hill ordinarily is from 3 to 4 inches high and 4 to 6 inches in diameter. k Where Lilly set traps around the carcasses of dead prey in efforts to snare lions, he invariably employed oil of catnip as a lure, usually putting a few drops in the middle of a scratch hill near the traps. Science does not know exactly why catnip is so attractive to members of the feline family. It has a sooth- ing effect on the nervous system, however, somewhat similar to the influence of opiates on the human family. Leading circus trainers for generations have used catnip on the® cat family. ] The champion lion-hunter customarily mixed 40 drops of oil of catnip with 2 ounces of pure petrolatum and smeared some of it on a piece of cotton batting about 8 inches square. Then he placed a second layer of cotton over the first to form a sandwich, which was next placed on a brown pie tin. Lilly would blaze a tree some 3 feet above the ground g0 that the sap would run. Then he would nail the tin plate over the blazed spot with the cotton sandwich against the wound. The sap flow kept the cotton moist, while shingle nail holes in the bottom of the tin permitted the catnip scent to escape slowly» Lions even visited these scent stations 8 or 10 months after the lures were placed, indicating the extreme attractiveness of that bait. The scents were placed along creeks, and close to deer trails, where mountain lions travel. Lilly knows the American cougars so well that he is even able to tell exactly where a certain lion or family of lions will be at a given hour of the day or night. He can describe in detail just how the lions will act when they first sight a hunter. He knows the species in general and individual lions 9 —— let htm know it this time. Make him wonder.” “I'm ready.” She was there before him. “You're gorgeous.” She smiled quizzically and for once did not contradict him. “I warn you, Carol, when I set my heart on any one, I'm practically irresistible.” She laughed over her shoulder at him as they went through the office door. “Don’t I know?” her heart answered. “Don’t I know!” (Copyright. 1934.) 600 Lions in particular so well that he can chart an accurate calendar of their daily, weekly and monthly deeds and misdeeds. That is why he was successful in shooting five lions one day in 60 minutes at five different locations in adjoining canyons where the panther trails narrowed and converged. On another occa- sion Lilly bagged three lions in less than half an hour, two of them being notorious killers. The late Theodore Roosevelt rated Ben Lilly as one of the best guides and shots who ever accompanied him on a hunting tip. While President Mr. Roosevelt made several trips to the Louisiana canebrake country after beer. Lilly was the chief guide on each trip. Ben Lilly is now 80 years old and although still vigorous and active, he has retired from active service as a professional hunter. He is a mild-mannered and retiring old gentleman. He neither looks nor acts the part of North America’s record lion-killer, a veteran who has had more thrilling adventures with Western predators than any other hunter still alive. Lilly attributes his health and longevity to his active outdoor life. He has never used tobacco or stimulants of any kind. He is a hunter who never hunted on Sunday. Fuel Ol Boomz'//g FIGURES gathered by the Bureau of Mines indicate an increased use of domestic fuel oil. Range ofl, which is somewhat like kerosene, or coal oil as it is often termed in this section was more than doubled in consumption from 1931 to 1933. This oil is used principally in the New England States and New York State. 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