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THE HOLBROOK NEWS, HOLBROOK, ARIZ., AUGUST 4, 1922.
The Big -Town Round Up Copyright by Wflksm MacLeod Raine CLAY AND DURANO. SYNOPSIS. A foreword tells this: Motoring through Ariions, s, party of easterners, father and daughter and a male companion, stop to wit ness a cattle round up. The girl leaves the car and is attacked by a wild steer. A masterpiece of tiding on the part of one of th cowboys savei her life. Then the story begins: Clay Lindsay, range rider on an Arizona ranch, an nounces his intention to visit the "big town," New York. On the train Clay becomes Interested In a young woman, Kitty Mason, on her wsy to New York to become a motion-picture actress She is marked as fair prey by a fellow traveler, Jerry Durand. gang politi cian and ex-piise fighter. Clay provokes a quarrel and throws Du rand from the train. On his first day In New York Clay Is splashed with water by a Janitor. That In dividual the range-rider punishes and leaves tied to a Ore hydrant. A young woman who sees the oc currence Invites Clay Into her house and hides him from the po lice. Clay's "rescuer" Introduces herself as Beatrice Whltf ord. Lind say meets her father. Colin Whit ford. He meets Kitty - Mason by accident She has been disappointed In her stage aspirations. Clay visits her. Kitty Is insulted by a customer. Clay punishes the an noyer. Outside, he Is attacked by Jerry Durand and a companion and beaten Insensible. Clay's ac quaintance with Beatrice Whltford ripens. His "side partner" on the Arizona ranch. Johnnie Green, comes to the "big town." The two take an apartment together. Word comes that Kitty Mason is in trouble. Clay goes to the rescue and Is helped by Annie Millikan. He comes on a party of "gunmen," obviously waiting for his appear ance. Clay "gets the drop" on the thugs, locks them in a room and escapes. With a theater party, which Includes the Whltfords, Clay meets Kitty Mason, friendless and penniless. He leaves the party to take the girl to his apartment. Be atrice resents Lindsay's Interest in Kitty. The two men part in anger. Hurt and indignant. Beatrice prac tically proposes marriage to an old admirer, C 1 a r e n,c e Bromfteld, , wealthy man-about-town. Their engagement is announced. Du rand's gang kidnaps Kitty. Clay appeals to Annie Millikan, who tells him where the girl Is likely to be found. CHAPTER XII Continued. 7 Johnnie's case was not so hopeless as he imagined It Over their good-night smoke Clay gave a warning. "Keep yore eyes open, Johnnie. I was trailed to the house today by one of the fellows with Durand the night I called on him. It spells trouble. I reckon the 'Paches are going ' to ' leate' the reservation again." "Say. Clay, ain't you gettln' home sick for the whlnln' of a rawhide? Wha's the matter with us hittfn' the dust for good old Tucson? I'd sure like to chase cowtails again." "You can go, Johnnie. J'm not ready yet quite. And when I go It won't be because of any rattlesnake in the grass." "Whadyou mean I can go? If this Jerry Durand's trying to get you Til be there followln' yore dust, old scout." "There's more than one way to skin a cat. Mebbe the fellow means to strike at me through you or Kitty. I've a rrind to put you both on a train for the B-in-a-Box ranch." "You can put the IiT girl on a train. You can't put me on none Iess'n you go too," answered his shadow, stoutly. "Then see you don't get drawn into any quarrels while you and Kitty are away from the house. Stick to the lighted streets. I think I'll speak to her about not lettin any strange man talk to her. I think she had better not go out unless one. of us is with her." "Suits me. And don't you take any chances, old-timer. That goes double. I'm the cautious guy in this outfit, not you." Within twenty-four hours Clay heard some one pounding wildly on the outer door of the apartment and the voice of the cautious guy imploring haste. "Leuinie in, Clay. Hurry! Hurry!" he shouted. Lindsay was at the door in four strides, but he did not need to see the stricken woe of his friend's face to guess what had occurred. For Johnnie and Kitty had started together to see a picture play two hours earlier. "They done took Kitty in an auto," he gasped. "Right before my eyes. Claimed a lady had fainted." "Who took her?" "I dunno. Some men. Turned the trick slick, me never liftin a hand. Ain't I a heluva man?" "Hold yore hawsses, son. Don't get excited. Begin at the beginnin and tell me all about it," Clay told him, quietly. "We was comin' home an I took Kitty into that Red Star drug store for to get her some Ice cream. Well, right after that I heerd a man say how the lady had fainted " "What lady?" "The lady in the machine." "Were you in the drug store?" "No. We'd jes' come out when this here automobile drew up an' a man jumped out nollerin' the lady bad fainted and would I bring a glass o' water from the drug store. 'Course I got a jump on me and Kitty she moved op closeter to the car to he'p if she could. When I got back to the walk with the water the man was hoppln back into the car. It was already mov in He slammed the door shut and it went up the street like greased Hght nln" "Get the number?" "No, I I plumb forgot to look." Clay slipped a revolver 'under his belt. He slid into a street coat. Then he got police headquarters on the wire and notified the office of what had , taken place. It had come on to rain and beneath .the street lights the asphalt shone like By William MacLeod Raine a'rlver. The storm bad driven most people indoors, but as the westerner drew near the drug store Clay saw with relief a taxicab draw np outside. Its driver, crouched in bis seat behind the waterproof apron as far back as possible from the rain, promptly ac cepted Lindsay as a fare. "Back in a minute," Clay told him. and passed Into the drug store. The abduction was still being dis cussed. He pushed home questions as to identification. One' of the men In the drug store had caught a flash of the car number. He was sure the first four figures were 39C7. The fifth he did not remember. The car was dark blue and It looked like a taxi. This in-' formation 'Clay got the owner of the store to forward to the police. He did not wait to give it personal ly, but Joined Johnnie in the cab. The address be gave to the driver with the waterproof bat pulled down over bis head was that of a certain place of amusement known as Heath's Palace of Wonders. A woman he wanted to consult was wont to sit behind a win dow there at the receipt of customs. "Miss Annie Millikan's pert smile beamed through the window at Clay when he stepped up. "Hello, Mr. Flat-Worker," she sang out. "How many?" Clay explained that his business was serious. "I've got to see you alone now," he added. "If you gotta you gotta." The girt called an usher, who found a second usber to take her place. Annie walked down the street a few steps beside Clay. "What's the big Idea !n callln' roe from me job in the rush hours?" she asked. Clay told his story. "Some of Jerry's strong-arm work," she commented. "Must be. Can you help me?" Annie looked straight at him, a hu morous little quirk to her mouth. "Say, what're you askin' me to do t'row down my steady?" Annie was pretty, and inevitably she had lovers. One of these was "Slim" Jim Collins, confidential follower of Jerry Durand. He was a crook, and she knew it. But some quality in him his good looks," perhaps, or his garae ness fascinated her in spite of her self. She avoided him, even while she found herself pleased to go to Coney with an escort so well dressed and so glibly confident. Another of her ad mirers was a policeman, Tim Muldoon by name, the same one that had res cued Clay from the savagery of Du rand outside the Sea Siren. Tim she liked. But for all his Irish ardor he was wary. He had never asked her to marry him. She thought she knew the reason. He did not want for a wife a woman who bad been "Slim" Jim's girL Clay bad come to Annie Millikan now because of what she had told him about "Slim" Jim. This man was one of Durand's stand-bys. If there was any underground work to be done it was odds-on chance that he would be in charge of it. "I'm askin' you to -stand by a poor girl that's In trouble," he said In an swer to her question. "You wouldn't let Durand spoil her life if you- could stop it." "Well, what's my cue? Where do I come in on this rescue-the-beautiful heroine act?" "When did you see 'Slim Jim last?" "I might 'a seen him this afternoon an' I might not," she said cautiously, looking at him from under a broad hat-brim. "Say, what's the lay-out? Are you framin' Jim for up the river?" "I'm tryln' to save Kitty." "Because she's your goil. Where do I come in at? What's there in it for "What's tne Big idea in Calling Me From Me Job in the Rush Hours?" me to go rappin me friend?" demand ed Annie sharply. "She's not my girl," explained Clay. Then, with that sure instinct that sometimes guided him, he added, "The young lady I I'm in love with has Just become engaged to another man." Miss Millikan looked at him, frank ly Incredulous. "For the love o' Mike, Where's her eyes? Don't she know a real man when she sees one? I'll say she don't." A flush beat Into Annie's cheeks. She went off swiftly at a tangent. "Wouldn't it give a fellow a Jar? This guy Jim Collins slips It to me confiden tial that he's oft the crooked stufT. Nothln" doin' a-tall In gorilla work. He kids roe that he's quit goln' out on the spud and porchcllmbln don't look good to him no more. A four-room flat, a little wife, an' the straight road for 'Slim' Jim. I fall for it, though vvvvwi,,uAVA..vAVAV.Akw., I'd orta be hep to men. An' he dates me up tonight for the chauffeurs' ball." "But you didn't go?" "No; he sidesteps it this aft with a fairy tale about drlvln' a rich old dame out to Yonkers. All the time he was flgurln' on pinchln' this gotl for Jerry. He's a rotten crook." -What color is 'Slim' Jim's ar?" -A dirty blue. Why?" "That was the car." Annie lifted her hands In a little gesture of despair. "I'm dead sick of this game. What's there in it? I live straight and eat in a beanery. No lobster palaces In mine. Look at me cheap duds. And Tim gives me the over like I was a street cat. What sort of a chance did I ever have, with toughs and gunmen for me friends?" "You've got yore chance now, An nie. Tim will hop off that fence he's on and light a runnin' straight for you if he thinks you've ditched 'Slim' Jim. You don't owe Jerry Durand anything, anyhow. Where would he have Kitty taken? You can give a guess." She had made her decision before she spoke. "Gimme paper and a pen cil." On Clay's notebook she scrawled hur riedly an address. "Jim'd croak me if he knew I'd given this," she said, looking straight at the cattleman. "He'll never know and I'll never forget It, Annie." Clay left her and turned to the driver. From the slip of paper in his hand he read aloud an address As Clay slammed the door shut and the car moved forward he had an im pression of something gone wrong, of a cog in his plans slipped somewhere. For Annie, standing In the rain un der a sputtering misty street light, showed a face stricken with fear. Her dilated eyes were fixed on the driver of the taxicab. CHAPTER XII. Two Men in a Locked Room. Some sixth sense of safety one that comes to many men who live in the outdoors on the untamed frontier warned Clay that all was not well. The machine had swung to the right and was facing from the wind Instead of into it. Clay was not very well acquainted 'with New York, but he did know this was not the direction in which he wanted to go. Lindsay opened the door and swung out on the running board. "We're go in' wrong. Stop the car!" he ordered. The man at the wheel did not turn. He speeded up. His fare wasted no time in remon strances. A moment, and the chauf feur threw on the brake sharply. His reason was a good one. The blue nose of a revolver was jammed hard against his ribs. He had looked round once to find out what it was prodding him. That was enough to convince him he had better stop. Under the brake the back wheels skidded and brought up against the curb. Clay, hanging on by one band, was flung hard to the sidewalk. The cnb teetered, regained Its equilibri um, gathered Impetus with a snort, and leaped forward again. As the cattleman clambered to his feet he caught one full view of the chauffeur's triumphant, vindictive face. He had seen it before, at a reception especially arranged for him by Jer ry Durand one memorable night. It belonged to the more talkative of the two gunmen he had surprised at the pretended poker game. He knew, too, without being told that this man and "Slim" Jim Collins were one and the same. The memory of Annie's strick en face carried this- conviction home to him. The rain pelted down as he moved toward the brighter lighted street that intersected the one where he had been dropped. The lights of a saloon caught his eye at the corner. He went in, got police headquarters on the wire, and learned that a car answering the description of the one used by his ab ductor had been headed Into Central park by officers and that the downtown exits were being watched. Presently he picked up another taxi. He hesitated whether to go to the address Annie had given him or to join the chase uptown. Reluctantly, he de cided to visit the bouse. Clay paid his driver and looked at the house numbers as he moved up the street he wanted. Many of the residences were used to keep lodgers in. Others were employed for less reputable purposes. His overcoat buttoned to his neck, Clay walked without hesitation up the steps of the one numbered 2-43. He rang the bell and waited, his right hand in the pocket of his overcoat. The door opened cautiously a few inches and a pair of close-set eyes in a wrinkled face glmleted.CIay. "Whadya want?" "The old man sent me with a mes sage," answered the Arlzonnn prompt ly. "Got everything ready for the girl?" "Say, who the h 1 are youse?" "One of Slim's friends. Listen, we got the kid picked her up at a drug store." "I don' know watcher fairy tale's about" Clay put his foot against the door to prevent it from being closed and drew his hand from the overcoat pock et In the band nestled a blue-nosed persuader. Unless the eyes peering Into the night were bad barometers of their owner's Inner state, he was In a panic of fear. "Love o' Gawd, d-don't shoot 1" he chattered. "I ain't nobody but the caretaker." He backed slowly away, followed by Lindsay. The barrel of the thirty- , eight held his eyes fascinated. By the light of his flash Clay discovered the man to be a chalk-faced little in consequent "Say, dont point that at me." the old fellow Implored. "Are you alone?" "You know It" "Is Jerry coniln himself with the others?" "They don't none of them tell me nothln'. I'm nobody. I'm only Joey." "Unload what you know. Quirk. I'm In a hurry." The man began a rambling, whin ing tale. The Arizonan learned that a room had been prepared on the Second floor for a woman. Slim had made the ar rangements. Joe had heard Durand's name mentioned, but knew nothing of the plans. "I'll look the house over. Move along in front of me and don't make any mistakes. This six-gun Is liable to permeate yore anatomy with lead." The cattleman examined the first floor with an especial view to the ex its. He might have to leave in a hur ry. If so, he wanted to know where he was going. The plan of the sec ond story was another point be feat ured as he passed swiftly from room to room. From the laundry In the basement he bad brought up a coll of clothes-line. With this he tied Joe hand and foot After gagging bim, he left the man locked in a small rear room and took the key with him. Clay knew that he was In a precari ous situation. If Durand returned with Kitty and captured him here he was lost. The man would make no more mistakes. Certainly he would leave no evidence against him except that of his own tools. The Intruder would probably not be killed openly. He would either simply disappear or he would be murdered with witnesses framed to show self-defense. The cattleman was as much outside the law as the criminals were. He had no legal business in this house. But one thing was fixed in his mind. He would be no inactive -victim. If they got him at all It would be only after a fighting finish. ' To Clay, standing at the head of the stairs, came a sound that stiffened him to a tense wariness. A key was being turned in the lock of the street door below. He moved back Into the deeper shadows as the door swung" open. Two men entered. One of them cursed softly as he stumbled against a chair In tlie dark hall. Where's that rat Joe?" he demand ed In a subdued voice. Then came a click of the lock. The sound of the street rain ceased. Clay knew that the door had been closed and that he was shut in with two desperate criminals. What have , they done with Kitty? Why was sbe not with them? He asked himself that question even as he slipped back into a room that opened to the left. He groped his way through the dark ness, for he dared not flash his light to guide him. His fingers found the edge of a desk. Round that he cir cled toward a closet he remembered having noted. His arm brushed the closet door. Next moment he was In side and had closed It softly behind him. And none too soon. For into the room came tle gunmen almost on his heels. "Jerry'll raise h 1," a heavy voice was saying as they entered the room. "And that ain't all. We'll land In stir if we don't look out. We just ducked a bad fall. The bulls pretty near had us that time we poked our nose out from the park at Seventy-second street." Some one pressed a button and the room leaped to light. Through ths open crack of the closed door Clay recognized Gorilla Dave. The second of the gunmen was out of range of his vision. From the sound of creaking furni ture Clay Judged that the unseen man had sat down heavily. "It was that blowout queered us. And say how came the bulls so hot on our trail? Who rapped to 'em?" "Must 'a' been that boob wit' the goil. He got busy quick. Well, Jerry, won't have to salve the cops this time. We made our getaway all right," said Dave. "Say, where's Joey?" Pulled a sneak likely. Wha's it matter? Listen! What's that?" Some one was coming up the stairs. The men in the room moved cautious ly to the door. The hall light was switched on. "Lo, Jerry," Gorilla Dave called soft ly. He closed the room door and the sound of the voices was shut oft In stantly. The uninvited guest dared not step out of the closet to listen, for at any Instant the men might re-enter. He crouched In his hiding place, the thirty-eight In his hand. The minutes dragged interminably. More than once Clay almost made up his mind to steal out to learn what the men were doing. But his judg ment told him he must avoid a brush with so many If possible. The door opened again. "Now beat It and do as I say if you know what's good for you," a bullying voice was ordering. The owner of the voice came in and slammed the door behind him. He sat down at the desk, his back to the closet Through the chink Clay saw that the man was Jerry Durand. From his vest pocket he took a fat black cigar, struck a match and lit It He slumped down In the swivel chair. It took no seer to divine that his mind was busy working out a prob lem. Clay stepped softly from his place of refuge, but not so noiselessly that the gangman did not detect his pres ence. Jerry swung round In the chair and leaped up with catlike activity. He stood without moving, poised on the balls of his feet, bis deep-set eyes narrowed to shining slits. It was In his thought to hurl himself head long on the man holding steadily the menacing revolver. "Don't you I I've got the dead wood on you," said the Arizonan, a trench ant saltness in his speech. "I'll shoot you down sure as h l's hot" Durand's face wore an ugly look of Impotent malice, but his throat was dry as a lime kiln. He could not es timate the danger that confronted blm nor what lay back of the man's pres ence. "What you doin' here?" he demanded. "Makln' my party call," retorted Clay easily. Jerry cursed him with a low, savage stream of profanity. The gangman enraged was not a sight pleasing to see. "I reckon heaven, h 1, and high water couldn't keep you from cussln' now. Relieve yore mind proper, Mr. Durand. Then we'll talk business," murmured Clay In the low, easy drawl that never suggested weakness. The ex-prlze-fighter's flow of lan guage filed up. He fell silent and stood swallowing his furious rage. It had come home to him that this nar- "Love o Gawd, D-don't Shoot!" He Chattered. "I Ain't Nobody but the Caretaker." . row-flanked young fellow with the close-gripped jaw and the cool, steady eyes was . entirely unmoved by his threats. "Quite through effervescing?" asked Clay contemptuously. The gang leader made no answer. He chose to nurse his venom silently. "Where's Kitty Mason?" Still no answer. "I asked you what you've done with Kitty Mason?" "That's my business." "By G d. you'll tell, or I'll tear It out of you!" Clay backed to the door, found the key, transferred It to the Inner side of the lock, turned it, and put it in bis pocket. The cornered gangman took a chance. He ducked for the shelter of the desk, tore open a drawer and snatched out an automatic. Simultaneously the cowpuncher pressed the button beside the door and plunged the room In darkness. He side-stepped swiftly and without noise. A flash of lightning split the black ness. Clay dropped to his knees and crawled away. Another bolt, with Its accompanying roar, flamed out. Still the westerner did not fire in an swer, though he knew just where the target for his bullet was. A plan had come to him. In the blackness of that room one might empty his revolver and not score a hit. To wait was to take a chance of being potted, but he did not want the death of even such a ruflian as Durand on his. soul. The crash of the automatic and the rattle of glass filled the room. Jerry, blazing awaj at some fancied sound, had shattered the window. Followed a long silence. Durand was resolved to wait until his enemy grew restless and betrayed himself. The delay became a test of moral stamina. The contest was not one of grit, but of that untlawed nerve which Is so much the result of perfect physi cal fitness. Clay's years of clean life on the desert counted heavily now. He was master of himself, though his mouth was dry as a whisper and there were goose quills on his flesh. But Durand, used to the fetid at HELD SECRET OF John Wesley's Nearly Ninety Years Passed With Remarkably Few Periods of Depression. There was John Wesley. His "Jour nal," with its record of indefatigable labor, is one of the cheeriest books in the language. What a rare good time he hnd ! When he was einhty-seven he could say, "I do not remember to have felt lowness of spirits for a quarter of an hour since I was born." For more than sixty years this Indefatig able pleasure-seeker had been doing as he pleased. Up every day in time to preach at five o'clock in the morn ing; then over the hills or through the pleasant lanes to preach again at tho m inzv citizens were ready for breakfast; off again, on horseback, or hv chaise or in a lumbering stage coach, for more preaching. . . . Now and then facing a mob, or being wet through in a thunder storm, or stop ping to get information in regard to old ruin. Between sermons he refreshed his mind with all sorts and conditions of books. On the pleasant pnnH tn Chatham he reads Tasso's "Jerusalem Delivered." On the road to Aberdeen he loses himself delight edly in the misty sublimities of Os cipn "Orlnndo Fnrioso" is eood Satur day reading. The eager octogenarian mosphere of barrooms and to the soft living of the great city, found his nerve beginning to crack under the strain. What kind of a man was bis enemy to lie there in the black silence and not once give sign of where he was. In spite of crashing bullets? Was It possible that lie could have killed the fellow at the first shot? The com fort of this thought whispered hope in the ear of the ex-prize-fighter. - A chair crashed Wildly. Durand fired again and yet again, his nerves giving way to a panic that carried him to swift action. He could not have stood another moment without scream ing. - There came the faint sound of a band groping on the wall, and Imme diately after a flood of light filled the room. Clay stood by the door. His revol ver covered the crouching gang leader. His eyes were bard and pitiless. "Try another shot" he advised Iron ically. Jerry did. A harmless click was all the result he got. He knew now that the cowman had tempted him to waste his last shots at a bit of furniture flung across the room. "You'll tell me what you did with Kitty Mason," said Clay in his low, persuasive voice. Just as though there bad been no intermission of flying bul lets since he had mentioned the girl before. "You can't kill me, when I haven't a loaded gun," Durand answered be tween dry lips. The other man nodded an admission of "that point "That's an advantage you've got of me. You could kill me if I didn't have a gun, because you're a yellow wolf. But I can't kill you. That's right But I can beat h 11 out of you, and I'm sure goln' to do It." "Talk's cheap, when you've got a loaded six-gun in your fist," jeered Jerry. With a flirt of his hand Clay tossed the revolver to the top of a book-case. out of easy reach of a man standing on the floor. He ripped open the but tons of his overcoat and slipped out of It, then moved forward with elastic step. "It's you or me now, Jerry Du rand." The prize-fighter gave a snort of de risive triumph. "You d n fool! I'll eat you alive." "Mebbeso. I reckon my system can assimilate any whalin' you're liable to hand me. Go to It." Durand had the heavy shoulders and swelling muscles that come from years of training for the ring. Like roost pugilists out of active service he had taken on flesh. But the extra weight was not fat, for Jerry kept always In good condition. He held his leader ship partly at least because of his physical prowess. No tough In New York would willingly have met him In a rough-and-tumble fight The younger man was more slightly built He was a Hermes rather than a Hercules. His muscles flowed, They did not bulge. But when he moved it was with the litheness of a panther. The long lines of shoulder and loin had the flow of tigerish grace. The clear eyes In the brown face told of a soul indomitable in a perfectly synchronized body. Durand lashed out with a swinging left, all the weight of his body behind the blow. Clay stepped back, shot a hard straight right to the cheek and ducked the counter. Jerry rushed him. flailing at his foe blow on blow, intend ing to wear him out by sheer hard hammering. He butted with his head and knee, used every foul trick he had learned in his rotten trade of prize fighting. Active as a wild cat the Arizonan side-stepped, scored a left on the eye, ducked again and fought back the furious attack. The gangman came out of the rally winded, perplexed and disturbed. His cheek was bleeding, one eye was in distress, and he had hardly touched his agile opponent "Had enough? I'll ask you once more where Kitty Mason Is." (TO BE CONTINUED.) The "Rattlesnake. One of Bossworth's young sprouts was coining home about twelve o'clock the other night on the south road, and just as he got even with the grave yard the engine went dead. But he said he got so scared when he saw where he was that he shook the car so badly the durned old thing thought the motor was running, and came clear to town before it discovered its mis take. Science and Invention Maga zine. Cheerful Thought. "The Yanks are coming," hummed the dentist as he prepared for an ex traction. Octopus. TRUE HAPPINESS confesses that "Astolpho's shield and horn and voyage to the moon, the lance that unhorses everyone, the all penetrating sword, and I know not how many impenetrable helmets and shields" are rather too much for his sober English imagination. Still, they afford an agreeable interlude in his missionary journeys. Samuel Mo Chord Crothers, In "Among Friends." Long Way to "Temporary." The debt of English to the Latin tongue had been the subject of dis cussion in class. Fluctuate, tempo rary, pedestrian, fortitude, and other common words were talked of, and their Latin origin and meaning traced. Then came practical application. "Use 'fluctuate' in a sentence, John," said the teacher. "The price of Liberty bonds fluctu ates," contributed John. "Good," said teacher. "Use 'tempo rary, Anne." Anne, musically inclined, was equal to the occasion. "It's a long, long way to temporary!" she volunteered. After an Interval, recitation con tinued. 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"Can get some great effects with the ghost." "Huh?" "Look at the way he can fade in I was smoking my pipe when it came to me" Which may. or may not, be a boost for Edgeworth How many good ideas are bora in a pipe of tobacco! There is something in the calm contentment of smoking a (pipe that seems to open up the mind J or new ideas. A busy man, a thinker, whose braia is crisscrossed with a thousand im pressions, finds that smoking his pipe wipes out most of the confusion, and leaves his mind clean, so that the new idea, the inspiration, has a much better chance to make its impression as if pipe-smoking wiped all the chalk-marks from the blackboard of the mind and invited new ideas, new thoughts, and creative plans to out line themselves thereon. Lots of men get good ideas whea shaving. . Many more find their new ideas when puffing away at the pipe. The right kind of tobacco is an im portant matter to a pipe-smoker though, like breathing, he seldom thinks of it. Having settled on a cer tain brand, it becomes a habit to buy that. If the tobacco just suits his taste, it doesn't matter what its name is or what it costsit becomes his tobacco. Edgeworth suits many men. We presume there are some men who wouldn't like Edgeworth. It is a matter of individ ual taste like eat ing onions. But we have a belief that there are many pipe smokers not smok ing Edgeworth who ought to be who don t know Edgeworth and therefore have no idea that there is a to bacco that hits their taste so exactly that it might have been made for them alone. We want those men to try Edge worth. We would like to hand them our pouch personally, but as that is impossible, we'll do what we can. The makers of Edgeworth will send free samples to any pipe-smoker who will ask for them. Simply send a postal or a note asking for these free samples and they'll come to you by the first mail. Edgeworth comes in two forms Ready-Rubbed and Plug Slice. In either form it is a moist, fragrant to bacco that packs nicely, lights quickly and burns freely and evenly. We can't promise that Edgeworth will make brilliant ideas come to you; but we are sure you will have a de lightful smoke and after all, that's all that good tobacco is supposed to give For free samples, address your pos tal or letter to Lams & Brother Com pany, 44 South 21st Street, Rich mond, Va. If you will mention the name and address of the dealer from whom you usually buy your tobacco, your courtesy will be appreciated. To Retail Tobacco Merchants If your jobber cannot supply you with Edgeworth, Larus & Brother Com pany will gladly send you prepaid by parcel post a one- or two-dozen car ton of any size of Edgeworth Plug Slice or Ready-Rubbed for the same price you would pay the jobber. Gpir? fill W N. U, DENVER, NO. 30-1922.