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Editorial Page Monday, July 18, 1955 Anaheim (Cal.) Bulletin — 9 The Full Story Small details were extremely important to newspaper editors of half a century ago, the Wall Street Journal reports. After a little research, the Journal came up with these quotes — noting that economics were often mingled with social affairs. For instance, this wedding: "Miss Jennie Jones and Bob Henry were married at the Jones mansion last night. The bride is the daughter of Constable Jones, who has made a good officer and will doubtless be re-elected this spring. He offers a fine horse for sale in another column of this issue. The groom runs a grocery on Main St., and is a steady patron of our advertising columns. He has a good line of bargains in his ad this week. All summer he paid two cents more for butter than any other store in town. They were married by the Rev. Josiah Butterworth, who last week called at this office and gave a nice order for printing. He is also going in business, and will write fire insurance. So say the business cards we recently printed for him." Four Birthday Forecast By STELLA MONDAY, JULY 18 — Born today, you have a tremendous amount of energy to put into everything you undertake and your powers of concentration are such that you never let go of a job until it is finished to your satisfaction. You have the gift of vision and are able to plan ahead and then follow up your plans with competent execution. Actually, you men and women differ rather widely in the expression of your basic talents and your temperament. You men are more serious and usually dedicated to some project of importance—interested in Love and romance are in the picture as well as excellent aspects for your current Job! LEO (July 24-Oct. 2) — Cooperation is the cornerstone today, for domestic bliss and happiness on the home front. VIRGO (Aug. 24-Sept. 23) — There are plenty of opportunities being offered, but you must make sure that you select the right one. LIBRA (Sept. 24-Oct. 23) — A fine day for all your best hopes. Make the most of the fine aspects in your horizon just now. SCORPIO (Oct. 24-Nov. 22) — Follow that promise... Actually, you men and women differ rather widely in the expression of your basic talents and your temperament. You men are more serious and usually dedicated to some project of importance—are interested in science and philosophy and may make some marked advance in one of these fields. You women are calm and entirely "feminine" and call forth the protective instincts in the more sturdy male You are fond of beautiful clothes and will wear them well. Rather flirtatious, in youth, once you have selected your mate, you will make a splendid wife and mother. Both of you have an interest in the occult and may have some gift in this sphere. Whether you use it or not, will depend on a great deal upon the circumstances surrounding your environment. Among those born on this date are: William Thackery, Hermann Hagedorn and Rose Hartwic Thorp, authors; John Cruger, Colonial statesman; Peter F. Rothmere, painter; John Paul Jones, Naval hero; and Richard Dix, actor. To find what the stars have in store for you tomorrow, select your birthday star and read the corresponding paragraph. Let your birthday star be your daily guide. Tuesday, July 19 CANCER (JUNE 22-JULY 23) KEEP YOUR GUARD UP! JOIN THE NATIONAL GUARD For additional information 204 E. Center Phone KE 5-3741 Farmer McCabe I see the Railroads are finally doing something about that steady drum of Clickety-Clack you allus hear when you're going on a train ride. Now ifen they can only figger out how to keep on the same TV Station as they roll down the miles, why the train riders' line will start forming on the right. Farmer McCabe (All rights reserved) today, for domestic bliss and happiness on the home front. VIRGO (Aug. 24-Sept. 23) — There are plenty of opportunities being offered, but you must make sure that you select the right one. LIBRA (Sept. 24-Oct. 23) — A fine day for all your best hopes. Make the most of the fine aspects in your horizon just now. SCORPIO (OCT. 24-Nov. 22) — Follow that romantic star—and all that you may have dreamed of could come true today. You can hope for it! SAGITTARIUS (Nov. 23-Dec. 22) Keep your major objective in full view and strive for it actively. You can attain much, I know. CAPRICORN (Dec. 23-Jan. 20)—The unexpected can happen—and sometimes it is a lucky break for you. It could happen today. AQUARIUS (Jan. 21-Feb. 19) — There are a lot of romantic ideas in the air today. Be sure that you come up with exactly the right one! PISCES (Feb. 20-Mar. 20) — Don't worry about what may be past but concentrate all your efforts on the present and the future. ARIES (Mar. 21-Apr. 20) — You will achieve far better results if you are diplomatic and tactful rather than blunt. TAURUS (Apr. 21-May 21) — Action is of the utmost importance. Strike while the iron is red hot if you are to reach your objective. GEMINI (May 22-June 22) — Love and romance are highly favored at this time. You may be making or receiving a proposal. (Copyright, 1955, by United Feature Syndicate, Inc.) JOIN THE NATIONAL GUARD For additional information 204 E. Center Phone KE 5-3741 Farmer McCabe (All rights reserved) CROSSWORD PUZZLE Answer to Saturday's Puzzle ACROSS 1—Transaction 2—Break suddenly 3—Tropical fruit 4—The east wind 5—Rip 6—Beverage 7—Conjunction 8—Developed 9—Poisonous pronoun 10—a state (abbr.) 11—Foreetoken 12—Diplomacy 13—Ancient Highlander 14—A state (abbr.) 15—Foreetoken 16—Diplomacy 17—Ancient Highlander 18—A state (abbr.) 19—Foreetoken 20—Diplomacy 21—Ancient Highlander 22—Foreetoken 23—Diplomacy 24—Ancient Highlander 25—Foreetoken 26—Diplomacy 27—Body of water 28—Mock 29—Spanish for "yes" 42—Plot 43—Couu breads 44—Dawn goddess 45—Told falsheods 46—Liquid measure 47—Supercillious person 48—Entice 49—Conjunction 50—Openwork fabric 51—Temporary shelter 52—Bitter vetch 53—Microbe 54-Hindu philosophy 55-DOWN 1—Capuchin monkey 2—Tribulation MONAD HATED DESIRE ENURES IT PERTAIN VA NET SWALL WIT GOOF ANT CASE ORDEAL HORSES DAD AILS MELTED DREADS ODBS ERE DIET LID LEAPS LEI AT LAWPOON DE ROTATE TRADEES RAGED SAPID* 5-French article 4-Light of work 5-Stalks 6-Stair posts 7-Cooled lava 8-In favor of 9-Electrical unit 10-Prefix: not 11-Earth goddess 12-Artificial language 13-Guide to low note 14-Genus of maples 15-Want 16-Contracting 17-Most exact 18-Goes by 19-Share Crew 20-Invoice 21-Support 22-Caudal appendage 23-Dolphinlike cetacean 24-Of neither sex 25-Carols 26-Kurtsey 27-Exist 28-Prinjer's measure 29-Children's game 30-Attempt 31-Afternoon party 32-Prefix: down 33-Prefix: not 34-Note of scale 35-Malden loved by Zeus These two carried on the tender correspondence and grew tenderer as it progress until finally the lovelorn one Kansas City entrained for Mrs. Kee. He took one look at the loved and fled. The heartbroken female consin called in my favorite pert on matters of the heart from here Mrs. Stull tells the facts: "This Milwaukee widow w nice lady," said Mrs. S. "She a pretty apartment on the side of town and it was furry with beautiful antiques and o d'art. The man from Kansas arrived on the big day at six p.m. and before he'd even off his hat, he said, 'What is a gift shoppe?' "That started things off fine. (Mrs. Stull sighed; she was yet to come.) The widow cocktails prepared, Nice, old-fashioned cocktails, with good, high-giving fruit in them. "The man objected to the she'd mixed them. Too much and also too much sugar, her." "Bravely, the widow moved to the snack she had waiting had four kinds of cheese, kinds of cold meat; two kind cake, raspberries, and other She'd pulled down the shade lit the room with candleslight." "The rest is almost too hot to tell. The man ate some food and the widow kept pre-more on him and you know happened. He got an upset stool and he rushed back to Kansas and then I was called in." "I told her she had killed chances with kindness. Su snack, indeed. I told her I could have eaten all those things, self, and I wasn't even looking a mate. Looking for a mate know, tends to make a person yous." "Much too food and I told her. She said everybody like that in Milwaukee." So, said Mrs. Stull, she had cided to write off that K BETTER THAN WORDS C'M 'ERE!!! WOODSHED JUNENILE WRONG DOER BERDANIER THMAN'S VIEWS THE DAVID LAWRENCE DISPATCH London Worried About Rumors That Ike, Zhukov Kay Williams Corrects Mist Captures Gale (Editor's note: The series on Clark Gabrielle. To do a v—What Spreckels like?) By ALINE MO United Press Hollywood HOLLYWOOD (UP) Williams Spreckels captures Gabrielle, their friends debecause, for one thing, rected an old mistake, "hard to get." Gabie and the vivacious had an earlier fling at the actor returned to World War II. "But you know when the girl wants to the man doesn't want to one close pal of Gabiella" "This time, 10 years is independently wealthy not interested in marrying her unhappiness with Adolph Spreckels II. On her into marriage. Before because she was an actress, but now a picture." What is the woman like a second chance to wife? Kay has been described "ex-actress." Actually, from a well-to-do Erie. The intelligent, beautiful ed a coveted job on a fashion magazine where only 23. She also was York fashion model. Married a boy back his picture magazine event. After that first marriage Kay moved to Hollywood MGM career. Her second was Argentine sportsman De Alzaga Unzue. She three days on a char THE DAVID LAWRENCE DISPATCH London Worried About Rumors That Ike, Zhukov Are Planning Private Conferences at Geneva Moscow announcement that Marshal Zhukov will attend the Geneva Conference fits in with behind-the-scenes maneuvers by the Soviets that have been going on for several months to establish a line of personal communication between President Eisenhower and the Soviet Government which would not be complicated by cumbersome contacts with the other Western powers. London is frankly worried about this. Telephone conversations between this correspondent and informed persons in Britain indicate that the British Government is somewhat puzzled by the latest developments and is concerned about the rumors that "Ike" and Marshal Zhukov are planning to have private conferences in what appears to be an effort on the part of the Soviet Government to make a "deal." This may seem logical to the Russian masterminds and might worry some Britons but, of course, it ignores the fact that Mr. Eisenhower wasn't born yesterday and perhaps more than any other man in the world today is alert to the traps and schemes which seek to weaken the western world's armament program. Direct contacts between representatives of two powers are not unusual, Sir Anthony Eden and Foreign Minister Molotov conferred often in private at the Geneva Conference a year ago. Ever since Marshal Zhukov became Minister of Defense in the present cabinet in Moscow there has been a studied effort to bring him into closer contact with his wartime friend, General Eisenhower, Supreme Allied Commander. The marshal was in Berlin after the war as head of the Soviet Armed Forces and three daily formal conferences in Geneva. As is customary in such international meetings, from 50 to 100 persons are in the conference room at the same time. Obviously every one who speaks is on his guard and there isn't much give and take. It's not easy to make progress that way. But in between and after the formal conferences, especially at mealtime, there is informality. That's when the real business can be done and that's when it can be determined if there is any elasticity in the Soviet position — any readiness to agree to matters of substance or to develop a procedure that could bring about such agreements later on. Plainly the Soviets are depending on Marshal Zhukov and his friend "Ike" to do a lot of chatting. The marshal is a member of the Communist Party and must be presumed to be loyal to the military interests of Soviet Russia. He can parrot a propaganda line if instructed to do so and he can follow directions as to what to say and how to say it. There is no question but that the Russians are after concessions. They want favors on trade — some strategic goods. They want access to raw materials. It is not known what price they would be willing to pay to obtain such things from the western powers. In the Russian delegation are such English-speaking officials as Andrei Gromyko, who, incidentally, is a good friend of Bernard M. Baruch. At the United Nations meetings there was many an occasion when Gromyko dined at Baruch's house in New York. It is significant that when Molotov was in the United States not long ago he went to after that first marriage Kay moved to Hollywyn MGM career. Her second was Argentine sportsman De Alzaga Unzue. She three days on a chance "cruel." Three years claimed he gave her cash and gifts because he re-marry him with the richer Adolph. Her marriage with was a stormy one, but Kay "tried her best work." At their divorce charged she once tried Gable at their swim (which she denied). The new Mrs. Gabble bination of Carole Lourie's third wife, and I Ashley, his fourth. Kay ful, witty "good joe" type also put on a simple dress and pearls and bing perfect hostess. She is a good motif. CHAPTER TWENTY A FEW minutes later the heavy clop of a man up the trail. She knew of Tim Larrabee's old ing nerselt on one ell her eyes run over the cabin. It looked as though struggle had there. As the power came back to her, her in the beginnings of a be she wouldn't have Wayne after all. She do anything she please Maybe she could still Wayne's scheme the wiled it—and pay Kerry throwing her off like she caught the new dress between her hair feverish jerks, and cloth was ripped apart to the waist. She saw few remaining pins frightened into confusion unrubbed unmercifully till a swift glance at mirror assured her smile though heard no sound. heartbroken female in Wisconsin called in my favorite exon matters of the heart and here Mrs. Stull tells the sorry: This Milwaukee widow was a lady," said Mrs. S. "She had pretty apartment on the south of town and it was furnished beautiful antiques and objects. The man from Kansas City lived on the big day at about 10am and before he'd even taken his hat, he said: 'What is this, coffee shoppe?' That started things off real (Mrs. Stull sighed: the worst yet to come.) The widow had tails prepared, Nice, old-fashioned cocktails, with good, healthy fruit in them. The man objected to the way he mixed them. Too much fruit also too much sugar, he said, bravely, the widow moved on the snack she had waiting. She four kinds of cheese, three kinds of cold meat; two kinds of raspberries, and other fruits, pulled down the shades and the room with candlelight. The rest is almost too horrible well. The man ate some of the and the widow kept pressing on him and you know what happened. He got an upset stomach the rushed back to Kansas City when I was called in. told her she had killed her friends with kindness. Such a kink, indeed, I told her I couldn't eat all those things, my mind and I wasn't even looking for mate. Looking for a mate, you tend to make a person nerdy. Much too much food and drink, and her. She said everybody eats that in Milwaukee." said Mrs. Stull, she had decided to write off that Kansas Citian with the delicate appetite. She's going to make a fresh start, looking for another prospect for her Milwaukee client and if you, sir, are unencumbered (and want to be), get in touch with Mrs. Stull. You've got to be more than 50 years old, you must dress neatly and if you have a zinc-lined stomach it might be helpful. And for goodness sake, pleaded Mrs. S., keep your big yap shut about those antiques. Atta girl, Nelle. Don't wait five years before you call on me again. (Copyright, 1955, By United Feature Syndicate, Inc.) In the Russian delegation are such English-speaking officials as Andrei Gromyko, who, incidentally, is a good friend of Bernard M. Baruch. At the United Nations meetings there was many an occasion when Gromyko dined at Baruch's house in New York. It is significant that when Molotov was in the United States not long ago he went to Long Island to see Baruch at his summer home. Also, the elder statesman just happened on Wednesday of this week — one of the busiest times for President Eisenhower — to be visiting at the White House. What they said has not been revealed. It may be conjectured that the play has been Gromyko to Molotov to Baruch, and now Baruch to Ike and maybe back to Marshal Zhukov in Geneva. All this can be considered healthy in a broad sense because if the Soviet leaders are really bent on making a success of the Geneva Conference, they must necessarily develop a channel of communication, unofficial, informal and private, direct to the head of the most powerful nation in the world, President Eisenhower. But channels are not so important as what is transmitted through them, and the Soviets will find that Mr. Eisenhower will rarely meet with anyone alone — he has a habit of having Secretary of State Dulles at his side and, if he is alone, he doesn't make deals or agreements. If the Soviets want to make concessions they can discreetly define them privately. The way is open. (Copyright, 1955, New York Herald Tribune Inc.) If It's News You'll See It In The Anaheim Bulletin Kay Williams Corrects Mistake, Captures Gable (Editor's note: The third in a series on Clark Gable and his bride. Today—What is Kay Spreckels like?) By ALINE MOSBY United Press Hollywood Writer HOLLYWOOD (UP)—Kay Williams Spreckels captured Clark Gable, their friends decided today, because, for one thing, she corrected an old mistake and played "hard to get." Gable and the vivacious blonde had an earlier fling at love when the actor returned to MGM after World War II. "But you know what happens when the girl wants to marry and the man doesn't want to be rushed one close pal of Gable's says. "This time, 10 years later, she is independently wealthy and was not interested in marriage after her unhappiness with sugar heir Adolph Spreckels II. Gable talked her into marriage. He hesitated before because she was young and an actress, but now she is mature." What is the woman like who won a second chance to be Gable's wife? Kay has been described as an "ex-actress." Actually she came from a well-to-do Erie, Pa., family. The intelligent, beautiful girl landed a coveted job on a New York fashion magazine when she was only 23. She also was a top New York fashion model. When she married a boy back home, a big picture magazine covered the event. After that first marriage failed, Kay moved to Hollywood for an MGM career. Her second conquest was Argentine sportsman Martin De Alzaga Unzue. She left him in three days on a charge he was Sunburn Can Be Dangerous—With the hot summer sun again shining, what can you do about sunburn? First, let's face one thing. Once you're sunburned, you're burned in every sense similar to other kinds of burns. No lotion or salve will make it disappear magically. Severe sunburn is as serious as any other burn of the same degree. If you are a blue-eyed redhead or blonde, your skin is most likely to burn with less exposure to sun than brunettes can take. Redheads are most susceptible to sunburn, blondes next, brunettes least affected by sunburn. This does not mean a brunette can throw caution to the winds. It simply means the black-haired, brown-eyed person has more skin pigment that develops a tan to protect the deeper skin layers. The best way to avoid sunburn is to stay out of the sun, especially on hot still days. Tropical natives learned that long ago. Short of staying out of the sun, you can do two preventive things; (1) use a protective lotion or cream; (2) limit sun exposure to a definite number of minutes, increasing in five or 10-minute steps each day. Modern protective lotions or creams contain chemicals that actually filter out some of the invisible, short, ultraviolet light that burns. These chemicals pass a certain amount of the longer ultraviolet that produces tanning of the skin. Regardless of any manufacturer's claim, no lotion or cream can protect you completely. You can't put it on and then stay out in the hot summer sun all day, without becoming burned. That especially applies if you are a redhead or blonde. These lotions simply allow you to stay somewhat longer without your skin getting enough burning rays to burn. Also remember that sweating or swimming will wash off most of the protection, since most lotions are water-soluble. That means you must repeat applications. The masty, treacherous thing about sunburn is that it doesn't show up for hours after sunning. That means that if your skin begins to get red, you've already had too much. Get out of the sun. Any more will simply make the subburn worse. Mild sunburn is a slight skin redness that feels sensitive but blister or peel. If blisters develop and they cover any considerable portion of your body, you need medical attention just as much as if you'd been burned by boiling water. And that's the serious part of sunburn. It so often covers a major part of the body. More than 20 years ago, Will Rogers said, "I never expected to see the day when girls would get sunburned in the places they now do." And you know how much more abbreviated clothing has since become. When I was in Florida last May, I saw that many newcomers did not The intelligent, beautiful girl landed a coveted job on a New York fashion magazine when she was only 23. She also was a top New York fashion model. When she married a boy back home, a big picture magazine covered the event. After that first marriage failed, Kay moved to Hollywood for an MGM career. Her second conquest was Argentine sportsman Martin De Alzaga Unzue. She left him in three days on a charge he was "cruel." Three years later he claimed he gave her $30,000 in cash and gifts because she promised to re-marry him—but eloped with the richer Adolph Spreckels. Her marriage with Spreckels was a stormy one, but friends say Kay "tried her best to make it work." At their divorce, Spreckels charged she once tried to romance Gable at their swimming pool (which she denied). The new Mrs. Gable is a combination of Carole Lombard, Gable's third wife, and Lady Sylvia Ashley, his fourth. Kay is a cheerful, witty "good Joe" type who can also put on a simple black Dior dress and pearls and be a charming, perfect hostess. She is a good mother to her two children, and Gable brags to friends about "the great way she handles her kids." Her pre-Gable home had tasteful, traditional furniture. Kay is honest, forthright and doesn't like phonies." She is a natural beauty who wears little make-up and simple, expensive clothes. Most of her evening dresses are black and white sheath gowns. She golfs with Gable in a skirt, tailored blouse and cashmere sweater. Will it last? "Clark loves to sit back and laugh at her conversation," one friend says. "He seems vastly entertained by Kay. They are very comfortable with each other. They go on hunting trips together and Lady Sylvia never would do that." Some Hollywood observers point out both are thrice-divorced and Kay has a record of violent marriages. But their friends think the two "are so companionable." "Why, he calls her 'Ma' and Kay calls him 'Pa.' That's real love," one friend says. THE BOSS OF BROKEN SPUR By—Nick Sumner CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN A FEW minutes later she heard the neavy clop of a horse coming up the trail. She knew the tread of Tim Larrabee's old roan. Raising herself on one elbow, she set her eyes run over the chaos of the cabin. It looked as though a violent struggle had been raging there. As the power of thought came back to her, her lips parted in the beginnings of a smile. Maybe she wouldn't have to disappoint Wayne after all. She could still do anything she pleased with Tim. Maybe she could still work out Wayne's scheme the way he wanted it—and pay Kerry Riordan for throwing her off like she was dirt! She caught the neck of her dress between her hands. A few feverish jerks, and the shoddy cloth was ripped apart halfway to the waist. She snatched the few remaining pins from her hair and tossed it into confusion. She rubbed unmercifully at her eyes till a swift glance at her cracked mirror assured her she looked as though he'd been grinding. then, as the rider came nearer, "Why, it's Tim Larrabee. What do you suppose he wants here?" Larrabee reined the big, raw-boned roan horse up in front of the house with vicious sawing of the reins, and thudded to the ground. "Riordan!" he yelled hoarsely. "Come down here!" His eyes didn't see the girl on the porch. They were mad eyes, such as Kerry remembered seeing once in a steer that another steer had fatally gored. The only feeling Kerry was conscious of was pity. He came down the steps and spoke gently. "What do you want with me, Tim? I know what you think about your father, but you can't think I had anything to do with it. I wasn't even here—" "I know who killed Dad," Tim's words came in hard, sobbing gaasas, as if he'd been running. "an' he's goin' to burn in hell for it—before I'm through with him. But I'm settlin' with you right now. I told you once before to stay away from life." of the searing pain along his side at the same moment that he saw Tim pitch forward. His gun-hand dropped to his side like a dead thing. He stared down at the big body sprawled in the dirt, face down, arms spread in a last futile clutch at air. A spasm of sickness gripped his throat. He'd seen dead men before, but they hadn't been his doing. Blindly he turned toward the steps. "Christie—I killed him—I didn't want to—" He raised his face to hers with the appeal of a hurt child. What he saw there stopped him as if he'd come up against a stone wall. Christie was looking at him, her face white and cold and hostile. She was only a few feet away from him, but he felt as though a vast distance was stretching between them. He made a desperate effort to cross it. "Christie, listen—let me tell you—" "Don't bother lying, Kerry." Her words, icy and tired, seemed like an echo of the dead man's "You had to me today." You read Maybe she could still work out Wayne's scheme the way he wanted it—and pay Kerry Riordan for throwing her off like she was dirt! She caught the neck of her dress between her hands. A few feverish jerks, and the shoddy cloth was ripped apart halfway to the waist. She snatched the few remaining pins from her hair and tossed it into confusion. She rubbed unmercifully at her eyes till a swift glance at her cracked mirror assured her she looked as though she'd been crying. The picture, she told herself, was good enough to tool Tim. Then, as she heard the clump of his boots outside the door, she crouched forward, clutching the rags of her dress together with both hands, and let her whole body begin to shake with great sobs. Kerry pulled up before the Slash T ranch-house in a father, and ran up the steps almost into Christie's arms. Her kiss was long and satisfactory, and made him feel clean again. She leaned back happily in the circle of his arms, and demanded, "What made you so late? I thought you weren't coming," and then, "Kerry what happened to your face?" "Just had a little accident," he muttered. "Ran against a mesquite limb." "Silly!" she chuckled. "After all these years, haven't you learned to duck?" He'd lied almost without thinking, and her ready acceptance made him squirm inward. He didn't want lies between them. He'd tell her the truth—later, But he didn't want to talk about Lita yet. They sat there on the porch, not talking much, not needing to. Her hand was tinkled through his; he could watch her face, serene in the slanting late afternoon light. Its strong lines softened by tenderness as she looked at him. The ugly scene he'd been through seemed like a bad dream. It was like that when they saw the horseman ride up. Christie asked idly, "Who could that be? It's none of our men. It doesn't even look like a cow-pony." And The only feeling Kerry was conscious of was pity. He came down the steps and spoke gently. "What do you want with me, Tim? I know what you think about your father, but you can't think I had anything to do with it. I wasn't even here—" "I know who killed Dad," Tim's words came in hard, sobbing gasps, as if he'd been running. "an' he's goin' to burn in hell for it—before I'm through with him. But I'm settlin' with you right now. I told you once before to stay away from Lita." "Lita? But, Tim, I—" Kerry heard Christie's sharp intake of breath behind him, and it shook him more than the nester's fury. Why had he been such a fool as not to tell her the truth right away? He didn't dare look at her as he stumbled on. "Listen, Tim, I only went to see her today to—" "You only got about a minute t'live, Riordan," Tim cut him off. "Don't waste it tellin' lies. I been there!" "Well, whatever she told you—Kerry's voice dropped away with the hopelessness of trying to convince the crazed man before him. No telling what Lita might have said in the temper he'd left her in. But Tim's next words still came like a blow in the face. "Try t' make out she lied t'me, would you?" But I saw her, I tell you—the dress tore nail off her—You—" Tim raged. "It's the last time you put your dirty hands on a decent woman. You're carryin' a gun. Reach for it!" All the Broken Spur outfit had been going neced since Joe Larrabee's death. Kerry's hand went intinctively to his belt, even as he made one test attempt. "Tim, you're crazy—" The nester's answer made no sense to him. "You're not gettin' away with that this time, I been practicin', I know how to use it now." Tim's gun came clear of its holster. Kerry knew death was looking at him, along that grey steel barrel. His hand moved without any conscious order from his brain—and Rob and Sandy had done their training thoroughly. Two guns spat flame. He was conscious of something was pity. He came down the steps and spoke gently. "What do you want with me, Tim? I know what you think about your father, but you can't think I had anything to do with it. I wasn't even here—" "I know who killed Dad," Tim's words came in hard, sobbing gasps, as if he'd been running. "an' he's goin' to burn in hell for it—before I'm through with him. But I'm settlin' with you right now. I told you once before to stay away from Lita." "Lita? But, Tim, I—" Kerry heard Christie's sharp intake of breath behind him, and it shook him more than the nester's fury. Why had he been such a fool as not to tell her the truth right away? He didn't dare look at her as he stumbled on. "Listen, Tim, I only went to see her today to—" "You only got about a minute t'live, Riordan," Tim cut him off. "Don't waste it tellin' lies. I been there!" "Well, whatever she told you—Kerry's voice dropped away with the hopelessness of trying to convince the crazed man before him. No telling what Lita might have said in the temper he'd left her in. But Tim's next words still came like a blow in the face. "Try t' make out she lied t'me, would you?" But I saw her, I tell you—the dress tore nail off her—You—" Tim raged. "It's the last time you put your dirty hands on a decent woman. You're carryin' a gun. Reach for it!" All the Broken Spur outfit had been going neced since Joe Larrabee's death. Kerry's hand went intinctively to his belt, even as he made one test attempt. "Tim, you're crazy—" The nester's answer made no sense to him. "You're not gettin' away with that this time, I been practicin', I know how to use it now." Tim's gun came clear of its holster. Kerry knew death was looking at him, along that grey steel barrel. His hand moved without any conscious order from his brain—and Rob and Sandy had done their training thoroughly. Two guns spat flame. He was conscious of something was pity. He came down the steps and spoke gently. "What do you want with me, Tim? I know what you think about your father, but you can't think I had anything to do with it. I wasn't even here—" "I know who killed Dad," Tim's words came in hard, sobbing gasps, as if he'd been running. "an' he's goin' to burn in hell for it—before I'm through with him. But I'm settlin' with you right now. I told you once before to stay away from Lita." "Lita? But, Tim, I—" Kerry heard Christie's sharp intake of breath behind him, and it shook him more than the nester's fury. Why had he been such a fool as not to tell her the truth right away? He didn't dare look at her as he stumbled on. "Listen, Tim, I only went to see her today to—" "You only got about a minute t'live, Riordan," Tim cut him off. "Don't waste it tellin' lies. I been there!" "Well, whatever she told you—Kerry's voice dropped away with the hopelessness of trying to convince the crazed man before him. No telling what Lita might have said in the temper he'd left her in. But Tim's next words still came like a blow in the face. "Try t' make out she lied t'me, would you?" But I saw her, I tell you—the dress tore nail off her—You—" Tim raged. "It's the last time you put your dirty hands on a decent woman. You're carryin' a gun. Reach for it!" All the Broken Spur outfit had been going neced since Joe Larrabee's death. Kerry's hand went intinctively to his belt, even as he made one test attempt. "Tim, you're crazy—" The nester's answer made no sense to him. "You're not gettin' away with that this time, I been practicin', I know how to use it now." Tim's gun came clear of its holster. Kerry knew death was looking at him, along that grey steel barrel. His hand moved without any conscious order from his brain—and Rob and Sandy had done their training thoroughly. Two guns spat flame. He was conscious of something was pity. He came down the steps and spoke gently. "What do you want with me, Tim? I know what you think about your father, but you can't think I had anything to do with it. I wasn't even here—" "I know who killed Dad," Tim's words came in hard, sobbing gasps, as if he'd been running. "an' he's goin' to burn in hell for it—before I'm through with him. But he felt as though a vast distance was stretching between them. He made a desperate effort to cross it." "Christie, listen—let me tell你—" "Don't bother lying, Kerry." Her words, icy and tired, seemed like an echo of the dead man's." You tied to me once today. You expect me to believe you now? He stumbled up the steps toward her. There was a sound from upstairs, a feeble cry that ended in a choking moan. His ears registered it without giving it any meaning. He reached out his hand to catch her arm. She pushed him off." Get out of my way. Dad needs me." She was good: Kerry stood a moment watching the closed door in numb, hopeless misery. Then his eyes fell again on his body. It couldn't be left lying there. He got into the saddle; the effort sent waves of pain through him, but he gritted his teeth and made it, and headed for town. On the way he passed three men of the Slash T crew." Tim Larrabee's dead up at the house," he told them." Take care of him," and rode on, leaving them with questions half-sawed on their lips. An hour later a passing rider found Kerry, slumped unconscious in his saddle, and took him to Broken Spur. Kerry woke up to dull, throbbing pain and a fevered sensation all through his body,and to an aching depression he couldn't remember the reason for at first.Ther它 came back to him.He'd killed a man,and Christie despised him.She thought he was a faithless liar,and he'd never get her to believe different-not with a dead man's last words between them.I would have been better,the reflected miserably,f if Tim's bullet had finished him.He'd made a mess of everything,and probably always would.He was that kind of fool. (To Be Continued)