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PAGI 8 I i THE WESTERN STAR. COLDWATER, KANSAS I lIB I I I FAMOUSALL.BRAN MUFFINS. EASY TO MAKE, DELICIOUS! They really axe the most dellcotm mule that ever melted a pat of butterl ide with crisp, toasted shreds of ILLOGO'S ALL.BRAN, they have texture and flavor that have made them tmotu all over America. KELLOGG'$ ALL-BRAN MUFFINS I tablespoons % cup milk g 1 cup flour t sugar 2 teaspoontoaspoonnealt I cup All-Bran baking powder shortening eld sugar; add e uad beat well. 8tit in All-Bran and Imtlk; let Ionic until most of moisture b taken up. Sift flour with salt and IrAng powder: add to flrut mixture  only until flour disappearL FIll mufln pans two-thirds full and lvderately hot oven (400P.) 80 minutes. Yield: e  rout- 2 Inches in diameter, or 12 small ]uuJM. 2 Inches Ln diameter, Try these delicious muffins for din- tonight or for tomorrow morning's ut. They're not only good to eat;  mighty good JO you Its well. mDveral of these .muffins will add Imrlflly to your daffy supply of what phlmcdazm oaH "bulk" in the diet, and tlnm help combat the common kind of emmtipatton that is due to lack of this eesentlaL Eat ALL-BRAN every day (either u a cereal or 5 mumnm). ertuE plenty of water, and nee if you don forget all about constipation due tO lack of "bulk," ALL-BRAN" Is made Ir r.11ca in Battle Creek. It's the Verdict A good speech is a good thing, but the verdict is the thing.--Dan- iel O'Connell. Dust with cooling Mexican Heat Powder. Dust in shoes. Relieves and eases chafe, and sunburn. Great for heat rash. Get Mexican Heat Powder. Our Course Live pure. speak truth, right wrong; else wherefore born.-- Tennyson. ,.Nems Resdess., 6ids! Cranky? Restless, Can't sleep? Ttre easily? Because of dlstre of monthly lmcttoDl dturhances? Then try Xvdt . Plnklm's Vegetable n- pound. Pinkham's Compound is famotm for rellevtoglIn of Lreguinr periods Ud eran nervousness due to such disturbances. One of the most effe ttve medLcmes you can buy tay for this purpose- made esPt /or women. 3VORTH TRYINO! i WNU--H 36--41 Upward Look A man cannot aspire if he looks down. Look upward, live up- ward, Texas Roses Texas cultivates 18,000 varieties of runs and harvests marc than 20,- 0,000 rose bushes a year, more than half of the world's ommer. ial supply. Wells of lraq The pipeRne running from th, weli of Xraq to the Palestine shore eg the Mediterranean carries an ea- Umated 4,000,000 tons of crude oil each year. Bearing An/reaLs The Dom/nion of Canada bas 25 dAfferent species of fur bearing an/. that produce 15 pelts each sin. mte of the day and night. First Cemm The first sertou attempt to esti- mate the population of the earth is Iflieved to have been made by an Italian scientist in 166L Marker for President Indianapolis erected a bream marker at the former hde of the twenty-third President of the U. S., Benjamin Harrison. Traffic Deaths Increase Latest figures show traffic deaths and injury totals /ncreased about 7 per cent in 1940 over the previous year. Time and Money D takes six years and more than 000 to bring each acre of palms to the point where date production be- gins. MUlish Pounds of An average of a million pounds of milk daffy are handled by dairymen the Cleveland area. Bowling Balls Bowling balls have a core of Hv zubber put in shape under 30,000 pounds pressure. American 8yma highways in Mexico are be. numbered similar to the Amerlo an system. 8hape Like Tennis Racquet Damascus, famous city of the Holy Land, is shaped llkq a tennis acquet Greenlaml to New York reenland, by the moat diret oute, is 1,T5 miles from New York. Brazil Largest Brazil l the largest of the I un'leaa republlvs. Kleptophobla is the fur of steal- Iq.  By--ALAN LE. MAY W.N.U. I.e I e a s  Dusty King and Lew Gordon had built up a vast string of ranches which stretched from Texas to Montana, King was killed by his powertul and unscrupulous competi- tor. Ben Thorpe. Bill Roper. King's adopt- son. undertook to break Thorpe's power. INSTALLMENT 8 THE STORY SO FAR: His first step was to start a cattle war in Texas. He made this decision against the opposition of Lew Gordon and the tearful pleading of his sweetheart, Jody Gordon. The raids upon Thorpe's herds were suc- cessful at first, but resistance was soon put up which caused Roper's men to leave hL-n, one by one. Clave Tanner. manager st Thorpe's Texas holdings, appeared not o feel the losses inflicted upon hm. Ropex'a resources were dwindling low, and I seemed doomed to failure. $ $ ; $ d It CHAPTER X--Continued y u'll get him, all right," he added He was surprised to hear her say Dry Camp Pierce still loafed at the Pot Hook, dejected, hopeless. No one knew what he was waiting for. Roper never heard from the rest of them now. In spite of everything that Maxim could do, the Rangers were on the loose. The wild bunch that had threatened to dominate Texas was broken and split, scat- tared far and wide, every man for himself. Day and night, a saddle pony waited beside the door of the bunkhouse in which Roper slept . . Now, unexpectedly, came Sho- slmne Wie. Nothing could tell more of Roper's present position than this :--as Sho- shone Wilce rode up, Bill Roper al- ready had his gun in his hand, and the other hand upon the bridle rein of bJ pony. Shoshone Wiles almost tumbled into Bill Roper's arms. He grabbed Bill by both lapels of the bla rowe-going coat that Roper always wore when he was about to travel a long way. Shoshone's bottle-nose gleamed and quivered, and his eyes were like shoe buttons. "It's done! He's busthe's split he's cracked--" "What are you talking about?" "Cleve Tanner! I tell you, he's gone to hell!" Suddenly Bill Roper turned into the tmaccountable kid that his years justified. Like a man suddenly com- ing alive, he took Shoshone by the throat, shook him as if he had weighed no more than a cat. His teeth showed bare and set. He said, "Shoshone--you fool with me--" S4mshone cried out through the grip on his throat, "I tell you, Cleve Tanner--" He couldn't say any more. Bill Roper was cool again, now. "What makes you think so?" "He failed his delivery at the Red Where he was supposed to bring up fifteen thousand head, a little hand- ful of punchers showed up with a few hundred. He can't round his cattle--if he's got any cattle--and he can't make delivery at the Red!" "We didn't believe you," Shoshone Wilce babbled on. "We all said it couldn't be done. But by gosh, we've done it! All over Texas, Tan- ner's notes are being called, as the word spreads. Wells Fargo refuses to honor his signature for a dime. They say no w that Ben Thorpe won't back Tadnsr--Thorpe denies him and the Tanner holdings are being closed up ar.d sold out--" "You sure?" Roper asked, looking up from the ground again. "Am I sure? You think I'd risk 4my damn throat coming here to tell you something like this, if I didn't know for sure?" "No," Roper admitted, "I guess not," "It's all over," Shoshone tried to tell him. "Can't you realize it, man?" "No," Roper said. CHAPTER XI Strolling, easy-going, but somehow reluctant, Bill Roper walked the streets of Tasoosa, between the false-fronted wooden buildings that lined the hoof-stirred dust. Sooner or later, he knew, Cleve Tanner would appear upon this one main street. Everybody knew that Tanner was on the warpath, deter- mined to seek cut Bill Roper. It was said that Tanner's only remain- ing interest was to bring down the youngster who had cut Texas from under him. Yet ten days passed before Clave Tanner came. It was eleven o'clock on a sunny Saturday morning when Dry Camp Pierce brought Bill the word. "Well, kid, he's here. You were right again--you won't have to hunt him out. He's looking for you; all you have to do is wait." "Where is he now?" "In some bar, a block up the sweet. He's walking from bar to bar, asking if you've been seen. You sight's well wait for him here." "No," Roper said. "I'll walk out and meet him, I think." Dry Camp peered up into his face. "Kid. you look sick!" "I don't feel real happy," Roper admitted. "Draw deliberate and slow," Pierce counselled. "Take your time,--don't hurry, whatever you do. But don't waste any time, el. ther. Fast and smooth--" "q get you," Roper said with a flicker of a grin. "Take my time, but be quick about it. Move plenty slow, but fast as hell. All right, Dry CampI ' He gave the butt of his gun a hitch to make sure it was loose in its leather; then he spun the whiskey away from him untasted, and walked out. Dry Camp Pierce looked at the glass, and exchanged a worried glance with the bartender. Then he followed Bill, Dry Camp kept blinking his eyes in the bright Ught as ff they were dry; and there Were white patches at the corners of his mouth. "z,, sire  too mz .. k, kid. He s awful bad. But hastily. Half a block ahead another man stepped into the street, and walked toward Bill. Before his face could be seen in the black shadow un- der his hat, Bill Roper knew by the set of the broad shoulders, by the rolling swing of his stride, that it was Cleve. The moments during which the two men walked toward each other drew out interminably. Their eyes were upon each other's faces now Bill could see that Cleve Tanner looked happy, almost gay, as if this was the first good thing that had happened to him for a long time. At twelve paces Cleve Tanner drew; to observers.the men seemed so close together that it was im- possible that either of them should live. Tanner's gun spoke five time fast, faster than most men could slip the hammer. Nobody knew where the first four shots went; but the fifth shot was easy to place, for BMI Roper holstered his own smoking forty-four. it blew a hole in the street as Tan- ner's gun stubbed into the dust. Bill Roper holstered his own smoking forty-four. He had fired twice. Dry Camp Pierce was at his el- bow again. "Here's the horses. It's time to ride. By GOd, I knew you could take him, kid." Roper was feeling deathly sick. CHAPTER XII It was well into the summer as Bill Roper once more rode south out of Ogallala toward the pile of stones that marked the grave of Dusty King. Jody Gordon rode with him. In the few days he had stopped over in Ogallala he had hardly seen her at all. At first she had refused to ride with him today; but at the last moment, as if on an impulse, she had changed her mind. :Roper, studying her sidelong, thought that Jody seemed to have aged several years in one. Impossi- ble now to find any trace of the ir- repressible, up-welling laughter that had been so characteristic of her a year before. Her eyes were unlight- ed, and a little tired-looking; her mouth was expressionless except for a faint droop at the corners, which suggested--perhaps resignation, per- haps a hidden bitterness. She didn't have much to say; but finally she asked him, "What did my father decide?" "He says now that I'll never have another penny out of Dusty King's share until--until he's able to dic- tate to me what I'm going to do with it; or, that's what it amounts to." "Did you quarrel with my fa- ther?" "No. He said some kind of bitter things, but I didn't say anything. I asked for certain things--five camps in Montana, mainly. Of course, that was a waste of breath." "But you'll go on, and throw your- self against Walk Lasham in Mon- tana?" "Yes; I have to go on." They were silent after that; and presently they sat,,aimost stirrup to stirrup, but somehow infinitely fur apart, looking down at the stacked boulders from which re the wood- en cross that Bill Roper had made, nearly a year and a half ago. For a little while he stood looking at the cross which he had made of railroad ties. He said, half aloud-- "One down. Dusty . . ," "I suppose," Jody said, "'you'll be cutting a notch on the handle of yOUr gtm, now." that. He had no way of knowing how much she had heard, or what she had heard, about his shoot-out with Cleve Tanner. 'A notch? I hadn't thought any- thing about it." All her bitter contempt of the lone- ly-riding men of violence came into her voice. "Isn't that what the gun- men and the cow thieves always do?" He was motionless a long time. Then he drew the skinning knife that a]wayg swung at the back of his belt in a worn sheath. Its blade was lean and hollowed, worn al- most out of existence by a thousand honings. He stood looking at the knife; he tossed it in the air, and caught it by the handle again. "I wouldn't go cutting marks on the handle of a gun," he said at last. His voice was thick. "Nobody cares what anybody does to the han- dle of a gun." Roper stepped forward, and with the keen blade cut a notch clean and deep in the left arm of Dusty's cross. When he looked at Jody she was staring at him strangely, almost as if she were afraid. All through the afternoon Jody Gordon had ridden the barren trails above Ogallala, on a pony that for- ever tried to turn home. Thaw was on the prairie again, and the South Platte was brimming with melted snow; in the air was something of the damp, clean smell which had marked another spring, in this same place. But it was now more than six months since Jody had seen Bill Roper; and she found it no help that she was forever hearing his name. It was with reluctance that she at last rode up the rise upon which it stood, unlighted, in the dusk. She unsaddled her own pony, boot- ed it into the muddy corral, and threw the forty pound kak onto the saddle-pole with the easy, one-hand- ed swing of the western rider. As she turned toward the house she was trying not to cry. Then, as she walked through the stable, a figure rose up from the shadows beside the door and barred her way. Jody Gordon's breath caught in her throat. She said, evenly, "Look- ing for someone, Bud?" The spare-framed visiter took off his hat and held it uneasily in his two hands. "Well,  iell you, Miss Gordon--could I speak to you for just a minute? I'll tell you the fact of the matter. I'm a Bill Roper man. ,* Jody Gordon's heart jumped like a struck pohy "Billy sent you to me?" "I haven't seen Bill Roper. But-- I've seen Ben Thorpe. Miss Gor- don, tell me one thing: Is your fa- ther backing Bill Roper? I mean, is he backing this plowing into Ben Thorpe ?" "My father," Jody Gordon said, "has quit Bill Roper in every way he possibly could." "That' what I thought," Shoshone Wilce sa,d. "Only trouble is, peo- ple that don't know the difference, they dent none of them believe that any moxe." Jody Dordon interrupted him sharply. "What's happened?" "Miss Gordon, your father is in a terrible bad fix. I'm afeard--I'm afeard he's going to die before this thing is through." "What do you mean?" "Most people think Law Gordon is backing Bill Roper- maybe you know that? Well, now there's a feller rode to Ben Thorpe from MAles City --a feller that was a foreman with Thorpe's Montana outfits under Walk Lasham. Maybe this feller had some kind of fight'with Lash- amI don't know nothing about that. But this feller swears to Thorpe that Lashes is letting the Montana herds drain away to the Indians, and to the construction camps, and Ben Thorpe never see- ing a penny of the money from beef or hide." "Is Bill Roper gutting the Thorpe outfits in Montana?" "Don't know, myself. They say he's swarming all over Montana, with a bunch of kid renegades be- hind him, riding like crazy men, and raiding night after night. Some say nobody knows how lard Lash- am is hurt, Lasham least of any,  and some say Lasham has sold out to Bill Roper, or your gather--or both." "What does Thorpe himself tink?" "Thorpe thinks your father has bught Walk Lashes. Just the same as he thought your father bogght Clve Tanner in Texas, until Bill Roper gunned Clave down. And Thorpe is fit to be tied. A man like him- he's terrible dangerous al- ways, Miss Gordon; but now he's ten times more dangerous than he ever was in his life," "You mean youhink Ben Thorpe willwfll--'* "Miss Cordon, I know. Ben Thorpe t going to kin Lw Gordon, Just as stwe as..-" of FUN No Wonder "My father lost money on every- thing my brother makes." "What does your brother make?" "Mistakes." Why Tell It? It teas a very wet nisht when Jones knocked at the door o] his riend Watts. "Hallo" exclaimed Watt. "I'm glad to see you. Come in/" "I don't think 1 dare," ]ones protb ed. My /eel are very dirty. "That doesn't matter, lust keep your boots on.'* No Sale Lawyer--That'll be $10, please. Client--What for? "My advice!" "But I'm not taking it." Wiflle Iron Is Hot "I hear your new lodger is a very impetuous fellow. Does ev- erything in the heat of the mo- ment." "Yes, it's his job. He is a black- smith." 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