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l| WNU vj CHAPTER Xl—Continued —IS— Campo Ragland »hlrlf*l. "I'll oev «*r what?” be demanded In * strange j taut voice. like Ibf ring of o»er drawn Meet. "Voo—you'll never drllvrr up Krtiturk; JonM? voice rose to a thunder. •*An-1 why »ii! 1 Mir "Because —ahM you do—lll 101 l llifm all tho —I!>*• truth!” 11,-r father’s faro wont empty as j hr stared at daughter. aa If j faced hy an enormity too great for ; lun to comprehend. For a moment j ho W arrrrd aa If bla nil ml refused •-•mprehentlon. like a homo remain* a Jump. "What truth?" he managed »*. c , f • at In-' * \V!».it are you talking—* Jean’* tolre brt-ke. all hot byster |ral. rot him down. “You —jroo know what troth’ If I tell what I know. I* * you that'll he booked for the murder of Mason!" \\ atchlng Campo. Kentucky «aw ; ttie bo*s of the Bar Hook fold up I All the strength and aggression j went nut of hla wrlde lean ahoulderw nnd a ragged palay came Into hla hand*. ‘•Why. Jean—" be faltered; “wby —Jean—Jean —** Ilia daughter atond rigid, ahoul «l**r* up. and arma atltT at her aide*, her eyea wide with the glased brll I.afire of frozen waterholea aa *he «itchnl her father. Then her breath • aught tn her throat, and ahe began to a**b brokenly; and her face streamed with the teara that had l<een hekl hark for ao long. •Child. child." aald Kentucky soft ly. "y«u didn't need to do that !* Jean cried out. Tk»n't talk to n»e' 1 hint—“ The telephone rlpfwd the quiet atwrt with a whirring clamor. Kentucky stepped to the phone ami took the receiver doan. "Well?* “Who's that?" rame the arnall voice over the wire. -Kentucky J one*, at the Itar Honk " "Thle ta Floyd Hopper Kentucky, you aure got me up In the air. There aia t any question about It—Handera waa killed with the gun that *»» found in hla hand i" "Well?" "It a your move. Kentucky. Hy «•—d. It aure la time thia thlnr wna • cured tip! What g*»es on here, man? But a name |o It!" Jean aald In a strangled aort of voice, "la that the sheriff?** -lost a minute. Hopper." Ken tuekv anld. and turned to Jean. •’What—what are you going to do?" What can I do? Y*<»ur father ha* • ■ami<eded ua all. If I d had another »*.k I could hat? gerttled thl* thing, hut n*»w the whole worka hMP Mown up under ua All we can do la try to ride It through to a finish now ’ ’ lie turned hark to the phone "Are you there. Ilopperr "Yea. I'm here" "Co get Ted Baylor. Arreat him If you have to. but get hltu. Hive "I’ll Never What?" a deputy the Job of keeping bold of him, and don't let him out of your eight until tide thing Is cleared tip!" "I've already got Ted Baylor.” earn*' the sheriff** voice from Water man. ”1 had that from Campo before you called. What's the matter with you fellers out there?" For a moment Kentucky Jones fal tered. and his face went blank, hut he spoke to the phone again. "All right. Then go out to the 88 and get Hill McCord. When you've got both Ted llaylor and Hill McCord, bring them out here." "What If Bob Elliot wants to come along with Bill McCord?" the sher iff asked. "McCord is Elliot's fore man. El Hot’ll probably want to com# along and stand by.” ~-■1- —.— . - "If KJIIot wants to come, let him. I don't care what Elliot doe*. Y'ou bring Baylor and McCord When you've done that. I'll give you the man that killed Mason." "Which of ’em is It?" the sheriff demanded. "Hold the rope a minute." Ken tucky turned to where Campn Bag land sat. “Gampo," he demanded. ! "why did you send for Ted Baylor?" j ( am|*o itagiand, returning slowly from the distance*, stared at Ken | tucky a moment.almost ns if without reci»gnltlon. Then he got up and | walked toward the door, slowly and unsteadily, like an aged man. Ills | voice was hardly more than a whis per. "To h—l with you." be said; •To h—l with you all." Kentucky turned hark to the phone. "I said." came Sheriff Hop- Iter's voice, "which one of "etu Is itr "Neither one." said Kentucky. He hung up the receiver. CHAPTER XII THE long dusk of the winter rim had riven way to night, star bright and frostily clear, before a car was heard upon the Waterman road. Kentucky Jo ties walked out alone In ahirt sleevea. "Where's Caropo?" Sheriff Hop per demanded, climbing out Irom behind the wheel. "lie's h**re. Come In" Into the light of the kitchen Sher Iff Floyd Hopper now herded the four other men who were with him. , They were Ted Baylor, whose eyes were alert and watchful, and i«rr haps slightly putiled In a poker face: BUI McCord, grltuly e\pre*. liooteas: Bob Elliot, looking Air dottle and self sufficient ; and a blond Norwegian faced young dep ; uty named Willie Helmar. “Y’tHi’all Just have a cup of coffee’ and make j ourselves at home." Ken tucky said. "Slierlff. Campo and I would like to talk to you a minute, here In Ihe other room." “All tight." l!op|«er said. "Y'ott fellers stir* are a secretive hunch." Boh Elliot rruroh.’d. warm | Ing Ids hands mer the stove. ■'Come on In, If you want to Rob." Kentucky said. “You might Just as well sit In on this." Elliot accepted, following a« Ken wav ■ t’.- tnnin living room to a little room at one side campo sat in a comer. Hi# heavy desk was pulled diagonally across In front of him. as If to* were at hay there, futllely barricaded. From beneath the sweeping dome of his forehead his eves regarded them a# redly as the ev**# of a dog in firelight. Suddenly Kentucky wondered If Catnpo's evident sense | of standing stubbornly at hay had l>ee«i caused more hy himself and Sheriff Hopper than hy the now far-off woman who had m-de him* fear a a)tow dow n Mason's ileaih —ao fear it that he was held In a paralysis of Indecision while Jim Humphreys was klllevL and ler Bishop, anti the 88 herd* poured over his range. In the shailows of a rece«aed win d*»w -segf Jean Itagiand Ait. Sheriff Hopi>er aald. “Howdy. Campo; howdy. Misa Itagiand." Csitipi flicke,| him a glance, then dropped aurly ml eyes to bis thick freckle-blotched hand*. , Kentucky Jones began the mak ing of a cigarette. “Seems like we been a little hit disorganized nut . here. Hopper." he said "The faet Is Campo and I haven't ween eye to eye on this In all thing*." Sheriff Floyd Hopper waived; and Bob Elliot crossed hia legs and laced hla finger* together "It aeems." said Kentucky, “that Campo tscame convinced that I did away with Old Ironsides my self." There was a sharp silence here during which Kentucky Jones fin ivbed and lighted his cigarette. Hop per turned a questioning glance on Campo. "Y'es?" Itagiand glanced at Kentucky Jones, hut did not apeak. "Everybody'* known all along.” t Kentucky said, “that 1 was out here at the Bar Hook Just before snow flew? on the day Mason was killed; and I’ve admitted It. Assuming for a minute that 1 could easily have got hold of the weu|»on that killed Mason, the next thing needed against me was my reason for this act of unseemly violence. Cnni|»o found out where I did have a good reason—and naturally figured that he'll come to the end of the trail." "Y’ou admit yon had a reason for killing Mason?”* Hopper said: "I'm not denying that ! had.” said Kentucky. “Come to find out. that was one of the reasons that Campo Kagland wanted Ted Baylor brought out here. Ted Is one of i ' the very few that know that Ma son turned me down on a renewal j that l‘d counted on—and like to : broke me." "You sure are free handed about i making n rase against yourself;" j "Campo was overlooking a couple of things." said Kentucky. “It's; trite that you can showr I was broke hy Mason But what about ail those ! other cowmen that Mason had to , ' close down on? To those men Yla aon's decisions meant salvation or j ruin—exactly as to me. He could ; ' not carry us nil. In digging up a ! reason for me to kill Mason. Campo j j only vlug up a nnotlve that forty or ! * fifty rimrock cowmen would own j to." "I see what you're driving at." | said Hopper. "Mayl»e Mason did j have such an enemy, or six of j them, or fifty; the fifty of them weren't having no hart>ecue at -the Bar Hook the day Mason was killed." "So I gathered." Kentucky admit fed. "But t>ear In mind this—if any one of the fifty had been there, he might have gun whipped Mason. There's been an awful lot of wear Ing of gun* In the rlmnw-k the past fen. twelve month*, what with rider# hoping for a chance to #hv>ot a coyote, or a rabbit —with a ,4*« slug' Cowmen's minds ran work I that way only about so long before something bolls over and busts" “Y'es." Hopper admitted. "I was I looking for It all right; but when it come to killing Mason —" "lie was a right ambitious vic tim." Kentucky agreed ; "but there j were big reason# for kltlinr him. too. When you build up pressure ■ like that you can figure on an ex ' plosion. But It was the gun smoke ! in the history, and the pressure of the l*ad times, that wiped out John * Mn»<*n—and Incidentally Zack Sand ’ ers " "And Jim Humphreys and Lee Bishop." tlie sheriff put In. "That’s partly true." Kentucky a! low ed; “the kitting of Humphreys and Bishop sure do make up an angle of this thing. It took two thing* to kill off Humphrey* ami (tl*hop—the smoky feeling between the brand# liefore Mason's death, and Mason's death Itself. Humph- I rev» and Bishop were killed In the weirdest d—n one-sided range strue j gie that ha# ever been seen on this ! or any other range." The sheriff aald slowly. "Ylason's death comes first. But don’t you ; ever think Elliot, that I've forgot j ten the funny look of thla so j catted range war that's rubbed out Humphrey* and Bishop. Everybody know* you've •wnmped Campos ‘range; and Cnmjm's hardly raised hi* hand against It. 11l tell you plain. KHI«t. If It furn* out that Bishop and Humphreys wore killed In the kind of shenanigan It took* . like. I 11-" ! Bob Elliot reddened. “1 didn’t j come here to talk almut range i right* ’ he *ald. “but If you want a sbowdow n on that. I’m ready any j time. Aa l»»ng a* there’s tw-en cat tie on the rim. or on the Bake Ban j either. m» brand has ever leaned any harder against another brand than the Bar (took ha# borne down on the vs If (‘ampo’s pulied In hi# horns, maybe It's because he know* that the right* of the ss are going to lie hacked tip for a change." Campo Itagiand *t«»ke for the fir** time "Rights!" he aald bitterly "Uighta Sheriff Floyd Hopper *a!d angrily. “You're • funny one. Elliot, to bring In talk about right*’" "Y'ou sold yourself." Elliot an swered. “the Bar Hook has folded up " They all turned their eye* to i Campo Itagiand; hut tbe boss of the Bar Hook was rolling a cigarette with slow meticulous rare, nnd lie did mu contribute any nhserva j Horn*. Sheriff Fh»yd Hopper swung res I lively In hi# seal "I can’t umler stand It." he <«ld. T can t under i stand It." "Y'ou'll understand It now." said Kentucky J*ne# "I can tell you ex actly why El I hit has thought he could shove his beef all over Bar Hook range In full | tea re and cum i fort." Boh Elliot said "If the Idea Is to sit here half the—” "Let him alone. Bob.” Hopper snapped. Kentucky June* looked Elliot over with a cool unfriendly eye. “I’ll tell you another little thing that hap t>ened sh • day Mason was killed' he said. “Bob Elliot and Campo Itagiand were riding the Bake Ban range; ami II happened that they met f«n that ride." “Where did you get this?” Hop per put In. 'Tartly." Kentucky said, “from El lint himself." Elliot said. "I’ll he d—d If—" “Will you be still?" said Sheriff Hopper. “Whnt then. Jones?" “Elliot was armed; Campo Itag iand was not. It weems to be a kind of custom with the RS to take ad vantage of a situation like that— as l.ee Bishop anti 1 found out one day in a little conversation we had with Bill McCord. Naturally. I wasn't there when Ragland nnd El- ; Hot met; hut 1 can tell yon that what happened was this—Elliot gave Ragland such a cussing out ns you couldn't expect any man tn stand for. or put up with." “!* that right. Campo?” the .sheriff demanded. Ca mpo Ragland gave n grunt which might have been an affirma tive; It did not appear to be a de nial. i “Campo Ragland,” said Kentucky THE COOLIDC3E EXAMINER Jour*, "told Itfih Elliot that he would kill him before the day was out." "He’s guessing nov»,“ said Roh i Elliot. “Y'es. guessing." conceded Ken ; tucky Jones. Cum [*o Ragland said unexpected ly. "Yes. by <; — d —but he's guessing , right!" Kentucky Jones nodded "Sure I’m goesfdng right! Cp here in the Frying Ban counter there's an old | lion hunter called Old Man Coffee; j and he sav* —" ’To h—l with Old Man Coffee." '■ «ald the sheriff. "What happrned | then?*’ "Just at the moment.” said Ken tucky Jones "! can't tell you ex actly whnt happened then; hut I ran tell you something different, of a very curious Interest. On the wall of this house used to he a chrome—an enlarged snapshot—of a man sitting on a horse. Y'ou’d look across I lie room at that lit tle picture, and you'd aay to your self. ‘Why. Campo ha* hung up a lens study of Bob Elliot.' Then may ; be you’d look closer; and you'd #e«> that It wasn't Bob Elliot at all—hut a representation of John Mason." Sheriff Hopper said, "Y'ou mean | —you're saying—" "Bob Elliot knew that sometimes, sitting hi* horse in a certain wav and at a certain distance, he and *P^ #’ it Th«r* Waa a Ringing Crack. John Mason looked strangely alike, and Cam|>o had promised to kill Elliot that day. Elliot knew that Campo did not dare to take a ch luce o« what a Jury might make out of that." "You're suggesting that Campo Itagiand killed Mason by mistake taking hln for Elliot?" "Cm suggesting that It could be I made to h*nk that way; and that Elliot was aide to hold that over j < ampo—and that w*s whv Elliot dared swamp Bar llook range," "You mean that he ran a Muff that lie could bring Ragland to trial for the mu if ire of Mason?” "You can call It a bluff." said Kentucky Jones, looking at Boh El Hot. "or you could rail It a kind of silent hlnckninß. If you want." Boli Elliot Jerked forward In his ’ chair as if he would come to his feel. “Why. d—n your eyes." lie «;ild. “If you think l m going to ml here and take —" "Y'ou'll sit there." Kentucky Jonea <nld cfsdly, “and you’ll take It, amt i you’ll like It. You'll take it because you're yellow, clear down lo the mots. Anti you haven't forgotten the night I knocked you kicking and *f|iiail!ng. In the sheriff's office at Waterman." Bob Elliot's face went white, and his eye* took on a squinting siant. Hla lower ||p dro|>i>ed h*n*e away from hia teeth “Why. you— ’’ ‘•Yellow-." Kentucky repeated, ’clear down to the roots." An Inarticulate blasphemy strau gled In Elliot s throat. Sheriff Floyd llo|»per made m clutch at El Hot s belt, hut missed his hold, as Elliot sprang at Kentucky Jones like a ipiirted horse. Kentucky hunched low, then straightened out the whole length of his body tiehlnd his left hand. There was a ringing crack, ns If a bone had broken, nnd an Instant s | confused tangle. Then Boh Elliot was lying or his hack, breathing hoarsely, staring at the celling with blank eyes; and Kentucky Jones stood over him. nursing his left hand In his right. Hopper said In a low exasperated voice. “You baited him Into that. Jones.” “I was counting on his temper,” Kentucky said. “Ixird, I thought It ; would never break !” Hopper’s voice rose angrily. “If you got me out here to make foolg i of us all—” "Shut up.” Kentucky snapped at him. “we've got work to do. I —“ "You've talked all around and about, nnd over the bush.” Hopper said bitterly. “And you end up with nothing more to the point than a cheap brawl. You’ve wasted enough ; words to —’’ “Not one single word," Kentucky contradicted him. ‘‘l had to go all over that so that you would under stand what Is going to happen— what 1 hope i» going to happen I notv. Campo! Hold this range hog here when he comes to—put a gun on him if you need to." "All right." Jones caught Hopper's arm and dragged the sheriff after him to th* door. (TO UE COM IM El) j j GOLDEN | ! PHANTOMS ! h Fascinating * \ Talcs of (mwi.wumi ; lost Mines J SIOO,OOO IN GOLD 1849 —what a date for hUtory It »««' K•serially for the West. '49 west of the Mississippi «us ■ year that marked the real login ning of thing*. People coming anti going. High hope* ebbing and flowing. Fortunes made and lost. Gold wasted, thrown away, and stolen. Murder, robbery. That was what '49 meant to the West. There are stories enough to fill a library about the gold of MJI alone. People went mad over It. The golden phantom was at Its most alluring, and men followed It crazily. unswervingly, determined to gain Its promised riches If they had to kill those who got In their way. The West was overrun with bandits who hungered and thirsted for gold. That year in Sacramento, Calif., there was u hand of eight men who planned to enrich themselves nt the cost of others. They went atsMit In rather haphazard fashion, however, (.old dust may he packed In sacks, gold bars are heavy hut precious, hut gold money clinks, and slides, and takes up extra sjmce -and it was gold money that the thieving octette stole. One hundred thousand In gold coin came Into their greedy hands. Divided by eight, this would leave each with a smull fortune, as computed In those days. And then, there was always the possibility that some- j thing might happen to remove one or more of the number. The guilty eight headed east with their s|h»ll. Acroa% the Rockies, out toward the plains, they hurried. Six of them fell along the way. j killed by soldiers who had trucked them The surviving pair hurried ahead, anxious. desjorate. * Hut they could n«t escape with their burden of gold. It roust be hidden somewhere In safety, marked so that they would not lose the lo cation. and left. It would wait for them t«> come hack to it. So the two, huatily Inscribing a false date on three stones, hurled the gold In a gulch, marked the *|»ot by the date stones, and vanished Into the Hast. More than thirty years later, a i man stopf>ed at a sheep carup near the present town of Clifford, In eastern Colorado. Me w as, he told the herder, seeking for the treas ure which lie had hurled In '49 For weeks he Stayed In the nelghlior hiHoi. searching for that fortune In coin* —searching In vain. At last he went hack Fast, defeated, but iiefore to* left he told the tftieep man of the three dated rocks, with their false Inscriptions “1M7.” Somewhere these three rocks still lay, and within their triangle a faint golden phantom hovered, guarding the stolen hoard hidden so long ago. James Will, the owner of the sheep, would have been more than human If he had not succumlied to the lure of that phantom. Others.] to whom he confided the story. | hunted also. Hut no such dated rocks could he found. At last, only a few years ago. a man named Klklns discovered one of the stones. His find caused scores •if |a*rsons to thick to the place, dig ging where It seemed likely the treasure hud loen hidden. But noth ing came to light except roots and risks disinterred eagerly, thrown down angrily, by disappointed treas j ure hunters. Then late In November, 11KM, a second stone was found. T. C. Hat- I lop of Clifford discovered It—a Hat rock hearing the Inscription “D. ! Grover and Joseph Fox I.awe — Aug. 8. 1848." And the hunt was on again. It may he presumed that Grover and latwe were the fugitives who hurled the gold, although why they should thus perpetuate their guilty names is not clear. So far. “no one has succeeded In finding the treasure. Will the third stone l>e discovered some day In the future, and will another gen- j eratlon of eager gold-seekers dig over the ground? Perhaps—and yet It may have happened, also, that the man who came back In the 80s to search for ! the cache found It —and did not tell. He may have moved It, come hack later, and taken It away— ■>r even (and this Is possible) found 1 *hut his surviving partner In crime had already been on the scene. It is possible, too. that the «tranger might have been “spoof -1 lug" the sheepherder. He might have been looking for something 1 entirely different from hidden, 1 stolen gold, and he could easily 1 have inscribed that particular date on the rocks at that rime. Why? Well, why do men enjoy playing 1 practical jokes? Still, no one could convince the people of Clifford that his story 1 i was other than the purest truth. : The golden phantom is one ghost -1 ly figure that is delightfully easy to relieve in. i And maybe it is all true —may >e some one will dig up that pleas int sum of one hundred thousand Inllars in gold coin some day— vho knows? The Ideal Life in Halawa. TKAYKI.KU, novelist, natural ist, jxM*t and philosopher have dreamed consistently of a “lost land." They haven't wanted to find It beciiu-e It would then no longer he "lost." They merely wanted proof of Its existence. There would he the setting for flights of fiction nnd fancy. There would be the locale of romance supreme and undiluted by fact. It would he peopled by the fabled "lost tribe." It may be the valley of Halawa, on the Island of Molokai, right within the boundaries of the United Stat«*s. Few have ever seen it but It Is known to he there, a walled Par adise, almost as virgin in primi tive |»eace and plenty as If It were the Garden of Eden rediscovered. What Is known as civilization hns not yet dawned there. Steps have beeti taken to prevent It from dawning. Even the birds have not learned the almost universal lesson of ani mate life —that the struggle for ex istence leads to natural enmity, pit ting one species and one tribe In a conflict against another. An Isolated Eden. The people are In the same bliss ful mate of Isolation. They want nothing from outside and no one : yet has shown a desire to get what they have. Impassable walls of rock shut them out from the land. A rift gives them an outlook upon the calm Pacific. Ships pass hut do not stop. Occasionally an airplane blots the blue sky hut never .lands. ituffalo nnd deer are the only strangers that have ever Invaded this quiet valley since Its known history first began. The people, so far ns they can tell, came with Nuu, the Hawaiian Noah. Nut! I brought very few animals except song birds. The huffnlo and deer hate been Introduced since Cap tain Cook discovered the Islands. The hunter has not followed them Into Halawa. It has been too dlffi- Speanng Fish. cult and deer have been so abun dant In the ojon parts of Molokai that there has been no Inducement. Halawa wears the purple robes of a royal domain. Sheer walls, rich In varied tones, that extend from blue to orange, rise abruptly front the floor, festooned richly with loops of swinging vine and plumed with arboreal virdure. Over a vertical precipice at the head of the vailed two streams pour their crystal waters, the treble melody of the singing birds supported by the diapason harmony of thunder ing falls. Purchased for Preservation. The few families of Polynesians dwelling here have maintained the simple customs and habits of their ancestors. They are as uncon cerned with the world outside as are the birds and animals. They are practically unaware that they have been “discovered.” The pineapple and sugar planter passed them by in the general in vasion of the Islands. Their own little Eden supplies all their wants. All that is necessary to their hap piness is that they be left alone. Civilization, however, like nature, abhors a vacuum and even a lost land had to have protection from being found. Some weak spot in the Halawa walls might have de veloped but for their recent rein forcement. Mr. and Mrs. Paul I. Fagan, of California and Hawaii, decided that the valley of Halawa must be left, if possible, as a legacy to the fu fnre. They have purchased the 9,000 teres for the purpose of maintain ing It In Its primitive state with- out exploitation. In the tablelandi above the territory has erected an other bnrrier against Invasion by creating a forest reserve of thou sands of acres. No Money U«ed There. One of the remarkable customs that Is being preserved by the tribe In the Halawa valley Is to live without money. There was no cur rency among the native Hawaiian! before they were discovered. The cynic If not the economist may see In this fact nlone a sufficient rea son for preserving even a small part of the strnnge domain In Its original state. Pence, plenty and contentment are the unique characteristics of Halnwn. almost mythical In Its con trast to even the remotest parts of the known world. There are no pic nic grounds In these Elysian fields. It Is a place to be spoken of with awe and wonder, not to he visited. The title may change hands but possession has so far remained with the little hand of aborigines who still vaguely believe that the heavens and the waters- nnd the earth were created for the sus tenance of mankind, without bene fit of deed or abstract of title. Italian City Designed for Aviation “Center” Italy is building a new city—Gul donla. Itecently, Llttorla, Suhnudi. Pontinla and Mussolinla, new towns which were built as rural centers, appeared In the news headlines. Now Guldonla, named In honor of Alessandro Guldoni, one of Italy's most famous pilots, who was killed in an airplane disaster In 1928, basks In the spotlight of Italy's cit.v-bulhling program. Guldonla is only 10 miles from Rome, says a bulletin from the Washington headquarters of the National Geographic society. Avi ation caused Its construction, and according to plan, aviation will dominate Its Industries. It will, In fact, be a giant aviation laboratory manned by scientists and laymen , whose first Interest Is research and experimentation in aviation. No airplanes or airplane motors will he built there, hut in its laboratories will he found the most modern equipment for making all sorts of experiments on model air planes. One part of the “labora tory" will be devoted entirely to research on flying In the struto- I sphere. When the city Is completed, offi cials and employees will live In comfortable homes and work In a carefully planned building. There will he churches, a city hall, schools, and construction and other shops. Most Interesting, perhaps, of the completed buildings are the mysterious looking towers In which model airplanes already are being tested. In the Radio pavilion, scientists now experiment with the use of radio In aviation. In the three-story building of the Superior Board of Studies and Experiments, intensive study Is being made of air photog raphy and of the many Instrument* used In airplanes. In other build ing tests are made on motors, and the speed of hydroplanes. The Aerodynamical galleries are equipped * with ventilators worked by 4.10 horsepower motors that cause winds of strong velocity to test the strength of model air planes. Smugglers at Heart Most of us are potential smug glers at heart. Smuggling is our blood Inheritance. Our own ances tors condoned it when resisting the right of the British parliament to tax the American colonies. Wom en. they say, invariably have the smuggling instinct. There are prob ably few returning tourists, male or female, who do not at least feel the impulse to put something over on the customs. This widespread spirit, often shared even by judges on the bench, adds to the difficul ties of the customs bureau In secur ing convictions and stiff penalties. —Forrest Wilson In Cosmopolitan. Work Do your work—not Just your work and no more, hut a little more for the lavishing’* sake! that little | more which is worth all the rest. And If you suffer as you must, and if you doubt as you must, do your I work. Put your heart into It and the sky will clear. Then out of j your very doubt and suffering will be horn the supreme joy of life.— t Dean Briggs.