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MTCDFORD MAIL TRIBUNE, MEDFORD, OREGON, FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 10, 1933.
Valiant Dust
by Percival Christopher Wren -SEMjGESTf
SYNOPSIS: To the great lay ot
the oSlaern garrisoned at Ueuerat,
Lieutenant he Sage return trom
furlough olth kte beautiful lotto.
Lieutenant Rtccolt is varllcularly
overioyed so much eo that ho
smothers liadame he Bane oith
. kleees and to caught bu her hus
band, ho Sago puts one cartridge in
' a revolver spins the chamber pulls
the trigger Kith the weapon at hie
, temple. There Is a click. Then ho
forces Rlccoti to do the tame. An
other click. Rlceoli triet to leave
but Le Bage cave no.
Chapter 1
MAN OF DE8TINY
AGAIN Madame lie Sage burled
bar face Is her hands as ber
husband pulled the trigger.
For the third time the hammer
fell with a harmless click, and a
look ot mingled disappointment,
wrath, and despair clouded the
handsome countenance ot Lieuten
ant Napoleon RIccoIl.
With a cheerful smile, Le Sage
offered him the pistol, while Ma
dame sat erect and watched him
with the deepest Interest
"No, no I Enough ot this folly.
This Is sheer madness. I will not
do It," cried RIccoll, exhibiting the
anger ot tear. "I am not a dog. . . ."
"No," agreed Le Sage. "Dogs are
Sice beasts."
"... and I will not die the death
bt a dog," eontlnned RIccoll. "This
to murder, I say." '
of his bead, Le Sage pulled the
trigger.
For the fifth time the hammer
clicked harmlessly.
"Now, Man of Destiny," said Le
Sage, and offered the pistol, handle
foremost, to RIccoll. ,
That gentleman again placed his
bands behind his back and violent
ly shook his head.
"Murder," he shouted.
"As you please," replied Le Sage.
"It's certainly suicide. It It Isn't
murder, now that we're come down
to number six."
"Murder, I say," cried RIccoll
again, and clutched his throat.
"Or suicide," agreed Le Sage.
"Neither," cried RIccoll.
"But surely you couldn't- walk
away trom here, and look yourself
In the face again?" asked Le Sage.
"What Is life worth to a man who
has lost self-respect, lost the re
spect ot his brother officers!"
"No one would , . ." began Rlo
coll. "Oh, yes, they will," Interrupted
Le Sage. "Everyone will. I shall
tell every man I know, and my wife
will tell every woman she knows."
He thrust the handle ot the pistol
against Rlccoll's chest.
"Take It, man," he aald, "and
shoot yourself like a man."
"I won't ... I will flgh. you with
swords. I will not commit suicide
RIccoll held the pistol to hla head.
"I'll give you one minute," Inter
rupted Le Sage, glancing at his
watch. "If at the end ot that min
ute you have not taken your chance,
I will shoot you like a dog. Which
will be an honor for you.' Now . . ."
Looking more like a trapped
.Jackal than any kind of dog, RIccoll
extended a slightly trembling hand,
took the pistol, and held It to his
head.
; His face cleared, and he smiled.
"Fate has great things to store
tor me," he said. "Not for nothing
was I born, not only in Corsica, but,
mark you, In AJacolo itself I"
"Speech!" Interrupted Lieuten
ant Le Sage . , . and, with an angry
glare at that Imperturbable man,
RIccoll pulled the trigger.
For the fourth time a sharp ollck
ionnded through the little room,
startling, by Its mighty smallness,
the ears oi the three protagonists
pt this drama.
"You see!" RIccoll smiled palely.
"I am protected ... I am a Man
ot Destiny."
"So far, v foci or so bad," obi-erred
Le Sage, and taking the
pistol, turned It upon himself.
"Stop," cried RIccoll. "We hare
bad the courage to light two rounds
Of your terrible duel, and that Is
enough. As I said before, honor
Is aatlsded."
"Yours, or mine?" Inquired Le
Bage. '
"Honor Is satisfied, I say, and It
It Is not, I will agree to light yet
third duel with yon. But It shall
be the duel ot olvlllsod people . , ,
of gentlemen ... of men of honor
i of soldiers ,' . ,"
"Swords, eh?"
"Yea, swords."
"You are the champion swords
man ot the Nineteenth Army Corps,
one recollects," observed Le Sage.
RIccoll bowed.
"Then I think we'll go on with
our present effort," continued Le
Bage. "In the circumstances, I
think I'll trust to chance rather
than skill, eh?"
And putting the pistol to the aldo
. , . I, at' my age , .". I, Napoleon
RIccoll ... I will not"
"You will.. I pulled that trigger
three times, and you're going to
pull It three times."
"Very well," RIccoll said resign
edly. "Bo be It Have your own
way."
And taking the pistol he added:
"Since you Insist, I will pull that
trigger a third time."
- And swiftly raising the pistol, tie
pointed It full In the face ot Lieu
tenant La Sage, and pulled the big
ger. For the sixth time the hammer
clicked harmlessly.
"Now. aren't you a dirty dog!"
observed Le Sage, shaking his head
sadly.
"Trickery!" cried RIccoll. .
"Yes," agreed Le Sage.
"I saw yon pnt that cartridge In,"
faltered the pustle4 Corslcan.
"You did," agreed Le Sage. "But
yon didn't see me take It out
again," he added.
With parted lips RIccoll stared
at th face ot the big man tower
ing above him.
J'SUnk off, Man of Destiny," said
Le Sage, at lengtb.
In silence Rlccol! departed with
what dignity he might, and Lieu
tenant Le Sage turned to his wife.
"Thank you, my dear," he said.
"An unploasant job, but useful and
valuable. The Chief shall thank you
himself."
"Well, that settles the question
ot RIccoll," observed Madame, mov
ing her hands together, with the
action of one who dusts her fingers.
"Absolutely," agreed Le Sage.
"I shall report that he tailed utter
ly and completely; and that In
spite of his perfect knowledge of
Italian, Spanish, English and Ara
bic his great histrionic ability, bis
splendid swordsmanship, and his ex
treme cleverness, he Is wholly unfit
tor the Seoret Service. No real
nerve and far too amorous."
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Arrangements whereby depositors
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PORTLAND, ore., Feb. 10. (VP)
The past history of William J. Moore,
held in solitary confinement here for
the murder of a Brooklyn tourist, wu
studied by detectives today In the
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lution of other crimes.
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