'rtronsDAY, r-Knm?Aitv 12, 1&25 Tltfc SMlINOfmn NEWS 1?AGE t LUCKY STRIKE cigarette It's toasted to in crease the good, wholesome flavor of the Kentucky Hurley tobacco. A regular man's smoke and delicious! J Ou nrorrtecxi by X Crooked Trails and Straight lb William MacLeod Raine SYNOPSIS. Part I. CHAITKH 1 A.tventurniia ami reck laaa, rather Hum ci ilnili.il, ami eM-lti-d by lliiuor 1 urly 1'IuiuIi.mi uml Ina hum Mao both pi ai I li ull v iin-ti" h"'n, hrioni" IllVoWtll 111 II llOl Hi' Mi .llltif ml pnturc rU(ioa!riK of llm hIiiIi-ii Mm Ik In tut town Of Huguitrhri, Aria:, llm hunt! miaia'i'Ji. Curly and Ma partner kluylng In tuwri. 'J'liey am awuKi-iK-il hihI tnUl it-piianf la In town 111 pmmill of tiiHin. Tlity -nnla (hair puraiicia. Ilciljki'il next lny, Mur la kill J hy thn im.ixi' mul t'uily iiimiIo raptlva, aflr lis hit :il .n( ni ami lilm aaff brnn wouncluil. Tliu iii.ni allot la Luck Culllnon. "Wlnit Mliutit tin1 boss?" nski'il Jake presently. "Tell you more iiiiiiiirrow morning." 'Io you mi tin Hint 1 1 that In- tuny not get well?" Curly 1 1 1 1 t 1 out, Ins voice not u 1 1 steady. Doctor l'roMi I ii . U ' I nt 1 1 1 in curious ly. Somehow this lioy did not tit tin specifications oT i In desperado that llUll beell poured lulo Ills CIIIH. "Don't know yet. Won't iiuil;i' nny promises." i 1 1 ; i I liri'ii examining Hie wouinl In u hiisltics--llko way. "Iooka like the bullet's Mill lu there. Have to give you mi iiiii'slln'lk' while I til it It out." "Nolhlii' doing," retorted I'lumlrau. "You roil ml up Hie lll In lliere and I'll .(and the grief. When this lend hyp. dermic Jabbed inlo my iirm II sorter gave Ine one of Ihcui nunie what d'-je-eull-'eiu mill tine's n plenty for me." "It'll hurt." the Utile man explained. "F.Xpect I'll tlnd that out. Ho to It." ltrowu had not heeii lor llilrly veins carrying a medicine cn.se across the dUNty deserts of the I'roiiller without learning to know' men. lie made no further prut et hut set to work. Twenty minute luier Curly lay hack on the hunk with u sudden falnnics. He whs very white nhout the Hps, hut lie had not once flinched I'roiu the lu ll tru merits. The prisoner glanced Inward his guards uml his voice fell to u husky whisper. "Say, Doc. 1'nll Cullison through. Don't let hiiu die." "limp! Do my bent, young fellow. fcjuBUia to luo yuu'iu thinking ot that j . i m if Kill! ' u - x -i 1 ' X-J w U X W T Say, Doc. Pull Cullison Through." ;ietty lale." r.riiwn took up his ledlclno case and uciit hack to the hoiiv.. CHAPTER II. At the End of the Road. furl.x'g wooden face told nothing; of what he whs thinking. The llrxt nr tlcle of the creed of the frontier Is to he jriitue. Hood or had, Hie last test of h mini Is (he way he takes his medi cine. So now youiiK Handrail ate his dinner wth a hearty Hppetlte, smoked cigarettes Impassively, and occasional ly chatted with his guards casually and as a mutter of courae. Deep with in hlui was a tcrrlhle feellnj: of sick ness at the disaster that hud over whelmed Mm, hut he did not Intend to play the qultler. As the daV hean to wear out two riders from the I'.ar Douhle M reached the ranch and were hroii;rht In to Iden tify lilni as (he horse thief. The two were Moloney and Kite Hotillls, neither of 'heiii 1'rlcmls of the young rustler. The loreiiiini In particular was u wet hlanket to his chalices. "V(iu'e not the right man all right." he said to I'.uck wllhnut answering Handrail's cool uod of recognition. "What sort of u reputation hua lie pot?" P.uek asked, lowering his voice little. Kile did not take Hie trundle to low. er his. "Hud. Always hcen a tough character. Friend of liud Hill Cranston ami Soapy Stone." "I don't know anything against Hit kid. harrliiif that he's been a little wjjd'lulvueU'stltlod. "A ud I reckon v vTe aliH y of us prize Sumlliy si hool winners for that mutter." Ae Ituck turned to leavw Uie hmik house the hoy touched hlui ou the arm "How iiliout Cullison V" he usked. very low. I'.ut Ituck would not liave It that way. "What ahotit hlui?" he demand ed out loud, his voice grating like steel when It grinds. "Is he how l he ih-ing?" "What's eatln' you? Ain't he dying fa at enough to suit you?" Klandruu slirunk from the cruel words, as a schoolboy dies fro.n his teacher when he Jumps at him with a cane. It was taen that Maloney made a friend of the young man for life. He let a hand drop carelessly on Curly's shoulder nud looked nt him with n friendly smile In his eyes, just ns If he knew that this wan no wolf but a poor tlog up against U hard. "Doe thinks he'll make it all right." Hut there were times when Curly wondered whether It would make any difference to liliu whether Cullison got well or not. Something Immediate was In the air. l'ubllc oiJnlon was sifting down to a decision. Most of these men were up to the average for the milk of huinim kindness. They were the squurest citizens In Arizona. Dut Flan drau knew they would snuff out his life Jusrt the same If they decided It was best Afterward they might re gret It, but that would not help hlru. Darknoiia came, and the lamps were lit. Again Curly tite and smoked and chatted a little with his raptors. Hut us he sat there hour after hour, feel ing death creep closer every minute, cold shlvirs ran up and down his spine. They began to question him, ut tlrst casually mid CHrvlessly, so It seemed to Curly. Hut presently he discerned a drift lu the tsilk. They were trying to llnd out who had been his partners lu the rusding. "And I reckon Soapy and Had Hill left you lads at Saguache to hold the uck," Ituck Miggestvd sympnthet ically. Curly grew wary. He did not Intend to betray his accomplices. "Wrong guess. Soapy ami Had Hill weren't In this ileal." he uimwered easily. The foreman of the Har Double M Interrupted Impatiently, tired of trying to pump out the Information by finesse. "You've got to speak, Flau tlruu. You've got to tell us who was engineering this theft. Understand?" The youug rustler looked at the trim frowning face and his heart sunk. "Out with It," ordered Uuck. 'Oh, I expect I'll keep that under xuy hat," Curly told them lightly. They were crowded about him In a Jialf circle, uearly a score of hard leather-faced plainsmen. Some of 1hem were riders of the Circle 0 out nt. Others had rlddeu over from nelhborliig rauches Ail of them. plainly meant hu. I net. "Tlilnk again, Curly," ndvlaed Swee ney (juletly. "The hoys nln't trllllnf about this Ihlng. 'I hey mean t'i find out who was In th; rustling of the I'.ar Double M stock." "Not through me, they won't." "Through you. And rlitht now." A dozen times during the evening Curly had rtu'.I.eil down the desire to l-eg for mTy, to cry out '!'"-pr:iMy for them to let h'm ff. lb- hud k-pf telling hiuiM'If not to Oiow yellow, that It would not liit long. Now the fear of breaking do-n slouhfl from his soul. II rose from the bt-d tnd looked round at the brown fuccs cir cled about him li tin: Lino of the lumps. "I'll not tell you a thing not a thing." !! atood th're rb;i!i fa'ed. his Hps so dry that he hud to keep1 moistening them with the lip of Ins tongue. Dutch had a new rope In his hand with a loop at fine end. He (,sse it over the hoy's bead und drew it taut. Two or three of the faces In the circle were almost as bloodless as that of the prisoner, but they were set to see the thing out. "Will you tell now?" f'.onfHs asked. Curly met him eye to eye. "No." "Come, along, then." (me of the ii. en e.iugLt h!s firm at th" place wle ie he ,;,d l,, e:i ., ;,. lid The rilKtler f'Hl:' ,ed. j "Careful. !!nk Don't you see y.,u're hurting till! bad arm?" S . i-emy snid I hu rply. "I didn't nlm to hurt him," Hu 1; de fended Mi:is,;r. Curly's sen-' - bad tn ver bee:, tnore Bleit. He noticed that I . i ' -k hud on o red nei k'ie ll.;it IchI gi.t I . in, m ,j. hil t ii' d i I i d ep !,;s i.e. i;. It ,ad black p.i!; a do's and w.i l ;i liy frayed. Sweeney chewing t''1 men. He wnii'd L.'e that ,ew in hi- tn njt Ii after tin v hud finished wl-::t ti,e were going to "Ain't I i tie gnnie-t c.i!':" some one w I: l-pei i d. The rustier l.eanl the v . d- ntd they hraced h'm as a ii';:,i; of whisky does a man who has heeti , u u ,ud spree. "I'.etter do It nt the cottonwoods down by the ere, ;;," Hut k told Hvi.liN In a low voice. The foreman of the Ihir D.-.!:h M iiinveil his head !n assent. "All right. Let's get It over quick as we cull." A sound of (lying feet came from oul-idc. Some one smothered an oath of surprise. Kate Cullison stood in the doorway, all out of breath und an;!ng. "What Is It?" They had not a word to sny fcr themselves. In that room were some of the most callous hearts In the ter- r tory. Not one nmn In a milVm cou'd have fazed thvni. hrt this sicteler girl dumfonndeil them. Her gaze set tied on Hock. His waiele'ed for tieip to Sweeney, to Jake, to Kite lh id'ds. "Now loot; a here. Miss Kale," Swvejiey liegati to pJa:n. IJut fihe wept bis retnonstranc aside, "No No Nor Her tolcu fathered strength with each rrpetltlon of the "I Won't Have It" word. "I won't have It. What are you thinking about?" "He's a rustler, M!s Kate; belongs to Soapy Stone's outfit," Sweeney an swered the girl. "t 'an you prove It?" "We got hi m double cinched." "Then let the law put him In prison." "He shot yore paw," Buck reminded her. "Is thut why you're doing It?" "Yes'm," and "That's why," they nodded. I.Ike n flush ihe took advantage of their admission. "Then I've got more against him than you have, and I say turn him over to the law." Kite pushed forward, rough and overbearing. "Now see here. We know what we're doing and we know why we're doing It. This ain't any bus!-" nesa for a girl to mix In. You go back to the house and nurse your father that this man shot." "So It Isn't the kind of business for a girl." she answered scornfully. "It's work for a man. Isn't It? No. not for one. For nine eleven thirteen sev enteen big brave strong men to hang one poor wounded boy." (To be continued.) Watch for the next installment. Walk a mile each day to keep the doctor away, advises the United States public health servke. Try walking to work every morning and .see if it doesn't make you younger and healthier. j aM saF -W m 1 1" C" , 1 cum 7 It W 1 MJULI i.w''fc,'Vr.A V f:'.t.. V 1919 Model Cabinet Gas Range AS nearly perfect as any range can be made. It conserves time, food, fuel and money. 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