Western news and the Libby times. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1920-1933, 1932-09-22


hotel with doctor in charge of him.
About an hour later coroners
Jury trooped into Don james room
and listened to his story OF the kill
Ing. The ranger added his testimony.
and the foreman of the jury looked
hnmorously III his fellow Jurors.
Don't seem to be ANYTHING mystic
riolis about this case. boys" he an
nounced. AL those in favor of rem
dering A verdict of suicide hold up
their right hands All up? We, the
Jury. find that the deceased came to
his death ut the hands Of Don Jaime
Miguel Higuenes and that the said
IIieuenes acted in self-defense and
cannot be charged with any crime
worse than justiiiable homicide"
Il thank You. senores.s said Don
Jaime. Ken. take the Jury down to
the hotel bar and set UP the drinks.
Go way. You chaps I'm not in suffi-
cient pain to eroan. but I'd like to
cuss freely for Il while
The jury retired In an atmosphere
of profound geniality. and when Ken
Hobart had sufficiently upheld the tra-
ditions Of valle Verde he returned to
his employer
"Well, I've wired my resignation. 1t
ought to reach the governor before
the Office closes. and his wire Of nc
centance will come to me in your
care. | am on my way TO the ranch.
I'll send the trailer in after our
horses in the morning. They're at
ranger headquarters That cook of
Antrim's is bound to have taken the
news out to his people. I'd bet
ter be at the ranch in the event of hos
tilities."
Don jaime held out telegram to
him. please file that as you 20 out.
Ken. The doctor has sent to III paso
for trained nurse, and so soon rs
she arrives I'll 60 out to the ranch
and recnperate. Adios, mi buen com
nanero'
Although she had promised Crooked
Bll she would start for Los Ago
dones Immediately. such was her
curiosity TO met the adorable Don
Jaime Miguel IIiguenes. Roberta An
trim awakened the following morning
with n changed mind Her first rush
of enthusiasm. engendered by Don
james telegram and the vivid men
tai picture she had painted Of him,
was fading. in its place was growing
an apprehension that Crooked Bill
was probably right as usual. The es-
Unable Don Jaime might prove to be
d pancho Villa sort Of person physi
cally. despite his undoubted mental
attachments, and Roberta felt she did
not care to take such establishment
until she had to-
Crooked Bill knowing his niece far
better than she knew herself. was
quite prepared for this change OF
mind. So he said nothing beyond q
mild inquiry as to what reply she had
1
his charming telegram.
"Oh. just thanked him and told
him | would be happy to have him
| look after my interests until ! could
| time he would be remunerated for his
work. | also asked him to send me
| a detailed account of the manner ir
which Uncle Tom met his death an(
instructed him to have Uncle Ton
buried in the local cemetery and sent
the bill to me-"
"Hum-ml" Crooked Bits grunt wa.
very skeptical Did you ask hin
for any information regarding you
Uncle's Toms estate?'
mo. Uncle Bill. thought you''
look after those details for me-
Il will, honey, but | must remin
you that have few details of m
own that require looking after. III
up to my eyebrows In stocks and
the market goes against me land
don't like the looks of it) I'm liabl
to have to go down to Texas, TAX
hold Of your Uncle Toms sheep bus
ness and try to exc out a respectful
existence for both of us. | suppos
you'd give me job as your manager
wouldn't you, Bobby?'
Roberta's eyes widened. "Surel,
Uncle Bill. you're jesting."
I'm not. Neither am | lugubrIou
my dear. 1t will be time enough 70
that when | invite my creditors in t
gather up the pieces"
you're strange mixture of OF
timlsm and pessimism. Uncle Bill
Are you really deep In the market
Il have already told you I'm in u
to my eyebrows. You see, Bobb.
when one plays on margin and sci
short he makes dollar shar
every time the price drops a point:
he buys short he loses dollar
share every time the price mounts
point And the brokers' keep callir
for more margin. . II. Well, | bOugl
five thousand shares at 10"
"Five hundred and fifty thousar
dollars" Roberta interrupted to pro,
|, she was following Crooked Bits Ia
with interest.
. well. the dog-gone stock has gol
! up to a hundred and ninety