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The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-02-25
Br WALTER DIES AGARAIs

J. c. Britt strode through his of- flee. passed the many lanes of desks without a glance at any one. He made for a small door marked private" and slammed 1t after him.
 Must be something wrong at his home" the first secretary num- bled to his colleague. I've never seen him down this early before."
 "Yeah." whispered the other. There is trouble. heard his wife wants a divorce"
 "NO!"
 "Yeahi"
 In his office J. c. Britt leaned against the door, as though trying to keep out intruders. He attempted to straighten his bent, tired back, but gave up the attempt half way. What was the use?
 His mind was in a whirl. It couldn't be true. It must be a dream-he'd wake up in a minute. He shook his head as though to Mary, his wife, wanted a divorce.
 He was afraid of a divorce. A divorce right now would start talk, and talk was the last thing he wanted, business being as 1t was. His usually fiorid face was white, his heavy jowls unshaven.
 He covered his face with his hands and cried noiselessly. After all these years together, and now this! But it was his fault!
 He should never have introduced her to him. That flop; his airs would turn any woman's head! J. c. Britt sobbed, and fervently raised thanks that Mary had not wanted children.
 At 10 o'clock he raised his head from his pillowing arms. His mind was made up. His lawyer would see to it that his wife would not sue. She had no grounds: none at all. A note would put his lawyer in touch with him-a good lawyer, Samp- son.
 Mechanically he reached for button which would summon his secretary from the outer office. He caught himself just in time. He caught himself just in time. He couldn't let his secretary see that J. c. Britt had been crying. But what could he do?
 Somewhere in the place was dictaphone. He had dictated letters to 1t before; he could do 1t again. He wheeled the instrument to his desk and took off the cover. Search ing for the rolls, he finally un- earthed two. Then for ten minutes he fooled with the machine, trying to get the cylinders in place.
 He sat back in his chair, hands dusty, and glared at the instru- ment. Everything was going wrong this morning. He made a sudden movement, gave vicious jerk and the cylinder was in at last.
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Shell off your coat, mister; your vest, too. Don't take long either! She meant business.
 What" MT Britt coughed, then he sputtered.
 ''Throw them on that couch over there. Hurry!"
 "But look here" Mir Britt showed signs of strangling.
 Hurry, mister, or else," she waved the small object.
 Hey" yelled MT Britt. 'Heyi You can't do that! Put your coat on!"
 "Stop the gab. mister. know what I'm doing. I'm getting paid for this job, see? l don't like 1t any more than you do. Seer"
 Mir Britt saw to the extent of turning several shades of purple. Huge veins bulged menacingly at his temples.
 My dear young lady" Mir Britt wrung his hands. My dear young lady, please consider my reputation. If some ono came in now. :. MT Britt shuddered and looked Iaround. "Please, lady, don't! I'd be compromised!"
 "Thats what I'm doing" said the 'Iady". Come over here and come Ia-running."
 Gingerly Mir Britt moved to her side, palms out, silently pleading. He was scared.
 The woman grasped him by tho arm and essayed a kiss that landed high on his forehead as he tucked. She damned the blunt object into J. c. Britt's expansive stomach. cried "now!" then kissed the little man, fiercely. J. c. Britt tried to push away with both hands.
 A gasp at the doorway. He man. aged to dodge under the encircling arm of the woman. Standing in the doorway was his wife, and by her side another man! Ys
 Mary" gasped J. c. Britt. You don't believe that I. Mary, yov can't believe oh, my God!"
 Mary Britt turned away. speak. ng to the man at her side. One word had a familiar ring; 1t was the one word that Britt dreaded most.
 He groped his way to his chair and sank into 1t dejected. The woman put on her coat hastily. as though anxious to leave. She spoke to him over her shoulder.
 Gee. I'm sorry, mister, but well, she wanted divorce. Of course you were framed, but try to prove it. I'm sorry if you feel that way"
 The room was quiet after the girl left. Quiet, save for small scretch- ing sound. He sat there. staring. The noise troubled him. He looked about. Then, J. c. Britt did the last thing that could be expected of him. J. c. Britt smiled!
 The smile grew to a chuckle. then expanded to laugh. Thers would be no divorce. He'd show Mary!
 That darned dictaphone had been running all the while! Copyright. 1885, The Chicago | Daily News, Incl
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Answers to Previous Questions

Answers to Previous Questions DRESIDENT HOOVER re. \ ceived the medal, which was three inches in diameter, on Dec. 1. 1932. from the George Washington Bicentennial Com- mission, of which he was chairman. There were many other medicinal fads by I'll, such as quassis-cups. saffron drops. purging sugar plums. etc. Previous to parcel post service. the weight limit for mail was four pounds.
The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-02-25

Madison, Wis.-(UP)-A tame blackbird calls daily at grade school here and pecks at a window until the children let him in and feed him while he perches on their hands or shoulders. He is reputed to be very fair in dividing his vis- its among the various rooms.
The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-02-25

Tomorrow: "TOmbOy Love-" by Frances Curtis, tells the story of an ingenious girls successful assaults on her suitor's stubborn pride.
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DAILY SHORT STORY COMPROMISE
| When the Woman Produced Gun and Ordered \ Him About, Britt Knew She Meant Business.

Clearing his throat experiment.. ally, he started to speak. but as Is1 heard a door close he turned in taaa direction of the sound and stared A strange woman stood there, lfel back to the door. unconscfousIy dRfs plicating J. c. Britt's own maneui yer of few hours befores
 She was a pretty woman. A nkin- tight dress showed beneath her coat.
 The woman paused momentarIIy and stared at him. J. c. Britt stared back. Then she produced a small black article from her handbag. Britt wheeled to his feet apprehen- sively. She spoke.
The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-02-25

When was the Declaration of Independence first read publicly?
 Who invented the cotton gin?
 When was the dollar sign first cast In type?
 Answers in next issue.
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CHAPTER X

It must have been nearly midnight
when the wounded mans mind cleared
Kentucky" he said.
Right here, Lee"
Il don't know but what I've got my
comeuppance, kentuck. l got some
thing | gor to tell YOU
You better wait until"
AShut up | ought to have told some
body this before; don't know as It'll
do you much good telling you now.
But you ought to know 1t"
Bishops voice was very faint. but
he seemed to speak with little effort
! as long as he did not try to raise his
| tone.
Lee said Kentucky. Il don't
want to encourage you to talk. but II
you can tell me why Bill Mccord wants
to kill you, 1t sure might help Ii what's
| going to come after this"
Kentucky, ! aln't got any more
idea than YOU" Lee said Il don't
| know as ! care a whole darn. What
I'm worrying about is the way you're
getting dragged into this killing of
Mason. What time did you leave the
Bar Hook the day Mason was killed 2"
Il can prove | was Ia Waterman by
half past one"
Then said Bishop, "you couldn't
possibly have killed John Mason"
II never claimed ! did, Lee
There's others will claim you did,"
Bishop mumbled. you couldn't have
killed Mason" he repeated, because
Mason was still alive when you got
back to Waterman. / know he was
alive because / saw him alive He
was sitting his horse just below knob,
about a quarter mile from the Bar
Hook ranch house. saw him plain"
but when you found him.. Ken.
lucky pointed out, there was no snow
under him; proving he was killed be-
fore the snow began to fall
Il can't account for that. Maybe
the snow under him melted, or some.
thing"
Ahaa sttiHId htlihsl} " hIuluNhf,
but he did not interrupt.
Il was a couple furongs away"
Bishop admitted. continuing But
don't You tell me made mistake.
mind how John Mason used to sit, kind
of half crooked in the saddle; and /
mind the round of his shoulders as he
sat his horse. and the tilt of his hat.
I'd know him any distance, out OF a
thousand men,"
There was something peculiarly ia
mlliar about Lee Bishops claim OF
recognition. Suddenly Kentucky knew
why. He had heard Joe ST. Marie use
almost the same words In explaining
TO Jean Ragland, the night they found
lack Sanders, that he had seen a
ghost
1T isn't hardly likely" Kentucky
offered speculatively, that you'd mis-
take that pinto horse Mason rode that
day"
They was wrong about that" Bishop
said promptly. Mason wasn't riding no
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PAGE THREE

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together, whats all this? You gone
crazy, MANI
i dunno, Kentucky" said Lee Bishop
YEARLY. Sometimes | think am.
I'm plumb mystitied. that's sure
"You d--n fool, you think you can"
A queer look In the others face
stopped him. whats the matter. Lee
What happened2"
well, nothing much; only It's dog.
gone funny!'
whats funny?"
Lee Bishop pulled up his horse and
turned In the saddle to look back
"You see this canyon, Kentucky? It's
called Trap canyon, because you can't
get out the upper end. over there
and there-and there" he pointed
-you can get out all right. But the
upper end you can't get out | saw
two riders come In here. I'm pretty
sure one of 'em was Bill McCord,
though | couldn't swear. followed
'em In. And, by Cd. Kentucky
they disappeared into thin ARR
Maybe offered Kentucky, "they
dropped Into one Of these little cou-
hes. That way they could have worked
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WINTER RANGE

Still keeping constant lookout, he
prepared for the night. Bishop ap-
peared to be too seriously hurt to be
moved without aid.
Already the light was uncertain; the
molten gold of the last sun still
touched the upper peaks of the Mari
copas, but the wide reaches of Trap
canyon were pooled In blue dark.
Dragging Bishops rifle with him, Ken
lucky Jones went out to his dead
horse and got his saddle blanket, and
the saddle itself to prop Lees head.
He shucked off his sheepskln coat and
used 1t with the blanket to make
Bishop bed In snow-drifted angle.
Working along the lip of the coulee
he collected greasewood and broken
drift, and with this built tiny fire TO
warm the wounded mans feet, and
another fire at Bishops side.
Lee BISHOP opened his eyes long
enough to say family, "That'll only be
a mark for gnntire. Kentnck"
"I'll take care of that. Lee. It's
near dark enough to fire at the flash of
the guns"
When these things were done there
was nothing more TO do but walt. keep
watch, and maintain their store of
fuel. He built a third fre--a signal
fire on the edge OF the eoulee, a hun
dred yards from their forlorn blvouae.
When Campo Ragland and Harry Will
son returned to the Bar Hook 1t was
reasonable to suppose that they would
make some effort to find Bishop, who
had gone out looking for trouble with
every probability of finding it. II they
came to look, the signal fire would be
visible a long way off. r. they dill,
nor come to look, Kentucky Jones had
long wait ahead, wait perhaps
equal to the remainder of Lee Bishops
life.
Slowly the hours passed, cold with
q bone-piercing cold and marked only
by the imperceptible turn of the stars.
After an hour or two Lee Bishop be-
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BY ALAN LIE MAY
Copyright by Alan LeMay
WNU Service.

up to the upper end. where that little
drift Of timber is.
Kentucky, I've been to the upper
end, and they're not up there, nor
any place between. And If they'd gone
up them side trails I'd have seen them.
You can see rider two miles as he
goes up them long slants"
Seems kind of peculiar" said Ken.
lucky.
You're d-n tootin' It's peculiar, >
SAID Lee Bishop. I'm plumb con.
fused. And likewise I'm disguised.
and likewise I'm sore. Let's get home.
lie kicked his horse ahead.
wait minute!' said kentucky. He
held his voice low. In G-d's name.
Lee-stop your horse"
Whats the matter?"
DO what | say said Kentucky
without raising his voice, "and don't
ask why. Turn your horse and come
back TO me- Kentucky Jones turned
his own horse so that 1t was headed
back the way Lee Bishop had come.
NOW bring your horse alongside OF
mine, easy" he said. Walk your
horse slow alongside of me-
Where the devil we golng?" Lee
Bishop demanded.
You see that coulee up ahead Of us
there, about fifty yards? Lee, how
deep is that couleea"
fryt
The drainage feature which Ken
lucky indicated was shallow twisting
cut that wound its way across the floor
of the mile-wide canyon. creek dur.
Ing the rains, dry wash In time Of
drouth.
Maybe five or six foot Deep said
Bishop. 'Why2"
Walk with me slow and easy until
we get TO the edge Of that coulee."
Kentucky said. "Then slap hooks to
your horse and jump him into it. Soon
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Avoided Word "Circus"

The first American cIrcuses were
wiser than our early theaters In over
coming the old religious prejudice
against them as a form OF entertain
ment. They avoided the words 'cir-
GUS and "show" by using such name
as Great horal and Educational Ex-
hlbition.' Realizing, roo, that plous
atmosphere would help to silence their
enemies, they forced their troupes TO
attend church, made their barkers
quote the Scriptures ana painted their
wagons with Biblical pictures. Col
ler's Weekly.
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THE STORY FROM THE OPENING CHAPTER

the ohn OF
DEATH.
IS idental
the
ot insults him Bishop and Jones aounded Ragans
o o
unwlngy
the
him
n a i'm Bar Hook
wmen
he
o
the
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as he's In. duck out of the saddle and
get down."
Lee Bishop half drew up his horse
as If he would stop. whats got into
you, Kentucky"
Come on, you foolt"
"See something's
I'm not dead sure / did. But, Lee.
I'm not going to bet your life ! didn't
see."
Lee Bishop brought his horse along
reluctantly. Then what the devil was
it, he demanded irritably.
Don't look back" said Kentucky.
"I'm not right sure. Lee. but what saw
tied horse up there, and II 1t Is
a horse, he's got his head snaked low
to the ground, such as will stop the
average horse from whnnyng when
another one comes along
Lee Bishop swung In his saddle to
stare back at the canyon wal three
hundred yards away. Kentucky snarled
at him, Don't turn. you-"
Suddenly Bishop gave queer gag
ging cry and snatched at his saddle
scabbard. A rifle had spoken from
the upper rocks.
The gun above spoke second time,
and third; Bishops horse started
abruptly. The rider, his gun clurched
across his breast with both hands,
topplcd sidewise and pitched headlong
into the snow.
kentucky Jones dropped out of the
saddle, lifted Lee Bishop, and got the
foreman over his shoulders. Running
diagonally to keep the pony between
himself and the ambushed rifle, he
tried for the lip of the coulee.
A fourth time the rifle In the rocks
spoke, and this time kentuckys horse
plunged, jerking free the reins. and
went to its knees. Bishops rifle fell to
the snow and Kentucky turned back
two PAGES TO snatch it up. The edge
Of the coulee was ten PAGES beyond.
As he ran, chest to the ground. the rifle
chopped ut them once more from the
lHuBts VI the HDlCil. anu htHInEky
felt Lee Bishops body jerk. Then he
lowered Bishop over the edge by the
arms, and leaped In after him.
Lee! Lee, where are you hlt?"
Lee Bishops eyes were squinted shut.
and he groaned through set teeth as
Kentucky tried to straighten him out
upon the bottom of the arroyo. They
got me, Kentucky" he managed to get
out at last
1.-THE hi they have! You going To
please that bunch by making dle?'
But when he had examined Lee
Bishop he did not know. The first shot
Lee Bishop had received had been an
angling one. In the back; he could not
tell whether the bullet had lodged at
the bottom of the lung or some place
else.
Catching up Bishops rifle. Kentucky
threw shot into the general vicinity
OF the ambush, and instantly drew fire
In return. Apparently their attackers
were not attempting to close.
Kentucky Immediately set about the
Improvisation OF bandages. Twice
minute he interrupted his work to
sight across the valley floor for sign Of
approach.
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st. Louis reformers say women
should not sit on high stools with
their feet on rail and drink at the
bar. And. reformers rejoice to hear.
the saloonkeepers say: amen"
Reformers and saloonkeepers arc
right. The saloon was bad enough
Defore women moved In to make If
worse hitchlng up their dresses, climb
Ing high stools, readJustlng their
dresses, or not readjusting them. call.
Ing for foolish drinks to show how
foolish they could be.
The Methodist Federation for Social
Service. surveying the cotton area.
says the AAA, cutting down the cot.
ton crop, has added to the sorrows
OF the little worker that raises cot
ton on shares, while enrIchlng the
owner OF the land. Yon cannot please
everybody.
I 9. King Features Syndicate, Inc.
WNU Service.
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world on fire. Italy
had an unpleasant
experience In Abys-
slnia In the last
century and wishes
to repair that. 1t
also wishes to keep
Japan from gather
Ing In Abysslnia s
trade and control
II n & Abyssinia.
Britain can under
stand how Italy
feels, since Britain
found 1t really nee
essary to gather In
the Transvaal and
nthpr vast nrpaS
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CHAPTER IX-Continued

But though he crossed many a horse
trail OF the horse he sought. All after
noon he worked through the long lone
Illnesses, covering many a weary mile.
Twenty riders besides himself might
be working the West Cuts for all Ken
lucky knew; the West Cuts could have
hidden a thousand more. Their ilimit-
able emptinesses made man on
horse seem TO crawl like an ant, de-
scendlng deep hour-long declivitles,
only to climb again eternally.
He was long way from home by
the time that he decided he must have
overshot. Once he had seen two rid
ers, whom he recognized as IS men,
working So stock: but Bill MeCord
was neither one of them. Lee Bishop
continued to elude him, lost In the
maze.
The sun WIS setting; above Wolf
Bench the Wrinkled peaks of the Mari
copas seemed to float detached from
the earth. vast delicate traeeries Of
pale blue shadow, set off with crooked
red-gold traclngs where the westering
sun poured golden light upon the
snow. Across Wolf Bench, already In
the shadow, Il dark bittercold breeze
began to blow, smelling of frost and
blown snow. Kentucky Jones sat his
horse upon high point, and wondered
II Lee Bishop were dead.
The frozen wind. forecastIng the
night, always brought to his mind the
things to which range rider has A
right to look forward ar that hour:
the CLEAN of little golden light at
cook-house window. far across the
snowy reaches. winklng and almost
lost In the twilight purple; and the
things that the light, seen far off.
meant to the rider coming In on his
tired horse-the warmth of stove heat.
friendly yellow lamp light. the crowd
Ing in of red-faced hungry riders. very
merry over being done with work the
smell OF frying meat and hot fresh
bread, and the steam of coffee: ana
afterward an hour or two of drowsy
loafing In the warmth, wise-cracking
the days work, Spinning lies-mayhe
q game of seven-up, and somebody
making music for little While~with
banjo mouth organ. or jews harp "
And at the Bar Hook the cold long
twilight, which always made the sim
pie realities of food and snug warmth
seem so good. and so we'll worth Iiv-
ing-at the Bur Hook these things
should also have meant seeing Jean
Ragand again. this girl who. even In
adversely, was like no other girl. AS
Kentucky Jones sat his horse, letting
1t blow little from long climb be-
fore putting 1t upon the long round
about trail home, he was thinking that
this range could have been a great
range for cattle. and a great range for
men. and that maybe having ridden
1t he never would have wanted to ride
another. had things broken as they
should. II was a hidden malignance,
working r-handedly In the dark.
that spoiled this range.
tie put the zebra dun into a can
yon and out again, and to the rim OF
another; and there. long after he hal
let all hope slide. he sighted Bishop
nj last. He put his pony down into the
canyon, then upward through the can.
yon's notch; and a furong into the
widening valley hailed Lee Bishop
across the snow.
Lee he demanded as they came
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FASHIONS IN WORDS

What has caused you to change
your mind?n
Il haven't changed my mind" an
swered Senator Sorghum. II have
only deferred to my fan mail and re-
vised my rhetoric"
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New Kind Of Cake

Bonita Is very fond of strawberry
shortcake, and her mother has made
1t several times recently.
When visiting her grandma few
days ago, she heard a peddler call
Ing out Strawberries, strawberries. z
She ran to the window to see him,
then turned to grandma with the re-
mark.
Il like shortberry cake INDIAN
apolis News.
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No Jinrlinr Coins

Madge-They say he Is a great adj
mlrer of pretty girls.
IHne-Yes. but the tightwad con-
fines his admiration to magazine
covers.
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| gan to humble from the depths of
| delirious stupor.
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BRISBANE
THIS WEEK
Big War or Little?
LaGuardia 8 G-Men
She Took 1t Seriously
Pretty Bluebirds

War is not coming; It Is here. 1t
may or may not be war "setting the
The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-04-08
NAUCATUCK COURT PENALTIES CALCA
Waterbury Man Fined $1l.26 for Driving With
 Improper Headlights

Naugatuck, April 8--At the Sat- urday session of borough court, John Calca of Ridge street, Wa terbury was fined $1 and costs of $10.26 on a charge of operating an auto with improper headlights. He appealed and was placed under $50 bond but later paid the fine. His auto and one driven oy John Jan us of 15 Arch street, Naugatuck, collided on the south side of Wa ter street Friday night. Janus was charged with reckless driving. found not guilty on this count, but was found guilty of driving car in an overcrowded condition. and driving without an operators Ii. cense. He was fined $10 on the first charge and $5 and costs of s1O.26 on the second. making n total fine of $25.2G. Judge C. l. Tolles presided. Sergeant John Gormley made the arrests.