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COMPLETE permanents, $3.50. ME. 4404.
Shingle Beauty Shop, 502 18th st. N. W.
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MOVING AND HAULING; also truck fol
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EDUCATED GENTLEMAN, 80 years, Just
arrived in Washington, would like to
make acquaintances. Write Box Gil,
Herald Times
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WANTED-Rooming house. IL to Is rms.
good location. Call DI. $3.50 between 81
D. N. Prefer oil heat system.
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CAPITOL BALLROOM, largest doWntoW1
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Beauty Shops

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White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1938-04-15

There's some sort of old shelter
up here-some fool mining men had
it once. There's little water there,
not much good, and stock can't get
at it; riders don't go through there
once a year. Marian, if I can work
this right-We've got him!"
HE has nearly three hours start,
Billy"
"But his horse is close to played
out. He'll figure to hide out up
there and rest. If I can come on
him before dark can catch him in
straight rum"
Marian's eyes shone with a queer,
fearful light. "Now? Tonight?"
fright now within the four
miles,"
"You will be careful, won't you?"
Sure. BY the time you get back
to the ranch your uncle should be
there. Tell him"
"By the time I get back?"
"Of course-he told Amos he'd be
back. Tell him to send somebody
White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1938-04-15
Mussel Shells, Worth Many Millions,
Made the Great Pearl Button Industry

business were no different from 9TH
err manufacturers. They were in
business for profit, not for health.
They made more and better ma
chinery. They glutted the market.
The shrewder men uncovered new
markets, and whipped the old china
and horn buttons out of existence.
The fresh water pearl button be-
came the strongest, most beauti-
full and best button that was ever
put on manufactured garments.
In the search for new sources of
supply, the Michigan mussel beds
were discovered, among which
those of the Grand river were most
productive. Their history is tn e
same as that of the Mississippi:
in fact, the same as that of the
exploitation OF most of our natural
resources.
White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1938-04-15

The history of mussels in Michi-
gan is not much different from
that in other mussel-producing
areas, observes writer in the De-
troit Free Press. When a maker
of mother-of-pearl buttons from sea
shells in Europe, moved to Musca-
tine, Iowa, in $780, and turned out
pearl buttons from fresh water mus
sells on a little hand machine, the
exploitation of the nations mussel
beds was inevitable. AS soon as the
business was success, American
brains and capital came into the
picture. Power machines were in
vented to make rnussel shells, into
pearl buttons. The business grew
rapidly.
The great Mississippi river, the
father of waters" had natural
supply of mussel beds, untouched
by the greed of man. 1t was the
largest supply Of fresh water mus
sells shells and fresh water pearls
in the world, worth many millions
of dollars. Some Of these beds
produced 5000 to 1000 tons of mus
sci shells to the mile. One man with
q mussel boat could catch from one
to two tons of shells day. Some
found fresh water pearls worth
thousands of dollars each.
The manufacturers in the button
White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1938-04-15
CATTLE KINGDOM
Re-, AT AN TFMAY @Alan LeMay
CHAPTER x-Continued

The sheriff looked doubtful. "Well,
[ don't suppose an hour or two"
"Thirty hours" Dunn said.
Amos shook his head. "No-I
can't do that"
Amos" said Dunn, from the
first, you've played into the hands of
the people that are against the 81.
That's your lookout, if you want to
do that; / don't figure to make any
trouble for you in any way. But
I got to have today and tomorrow
to put my affairs straight. You
give me 30 hours and give you
my word I'll go with you tomorrow
night"
II don't question your word,
Dunn" Amos said. "But l doubt
if the people of the county will stand
for it. They're sure hollering for
an arrest"
cts you that's sheriff." Dunn
pointed out. "This is the last thing
I'm going to ask of you. But sure
got to have until tomorrow night"
Sheriff Amos studied him, and APP
peared to consider for long time
II want to be fair, Dunn" he said.
public opinion is awful strong
against you-stronger than is rea-
sonable, in a way. This isn't an
easy thing for me to do. You know
that"
Tomorrow night" Dunn said
stubbornly.
Tomorrow night them" the sher-
iff agreed at last.
White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1938-04-15
The Timber Line

. The timber line, which is the up.
per limit of tree growth on noun
tains, is Of greatest height in the
tropics, gradually descending
toward the north and south and al.
so toward the seacoast. In the Him.
alayas it is about 1900 feet high.
In the Alps 1t is 6,400 feet and in the
Rocky mountains from 5000 to H..
900 feet.
White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1938-04-15

with a fresh led horse. I'm going
to-"
"But I'm not going back"
He stared at her moment. "You
sure are going back What are you
talking about?"
II found this TRAIL" she said with
an odd, tremulous stubbornness,
"and mean to follow it out"
''Look here, Marian! This man is
mixed up somehow with the killing
of Bob Flagg. He may even be
guilty himself. For all we know,
he'll fight like a cornered wolf"
"I'm going on" she said again.
Wheeler saw that the girl was
grave, nervous. He said suddenly,
care you afraid to ride back
alone?"
IF you were going back, / would
still go up this trail"
''In Gods name, Marian, what's
the matter with you?"
"Nothing's the matter with me-"
"She was pale and quiet, and she
sat very still in her saddle; but,
strangely, he thought he had never
seen her more alive. Suddenly it
seemed to him that great unsus-
pected strength linked this girl to
the desert hills; and that behind it
perhaps lay fires he had never seen.
The twilight was deepening in the
broad reaches of the canyon, and
little time was left. Even a worn
out horse could get away if the dark
closed down. "Take my word for
it," he said brusquely, you're 60
ing back-now, right now"
"Are you ordering me?"
Call it that"
II think" she said, "you can't do
that"
'You think can't?"
"What can you do?"
For a moment it seemed to him
that there was nothing he could do.
In the face of an immediate neces-
sity he found himself helpless. Then
it occurred to him that there might,
after ALL be one way, only one. His
mouth and eyes set hard, and he
kicked his pony sideways, close to
hers.
"You think I can't send you out
of this?" he said.
He leaned out Of his saddle and
with one arm clamped her hard
against him. With the other hand
White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1938-04-15
CHAPTER XII

Horse Dunn watched the dust of
the sheriff's car settle reluctantly
upon the dry flats until he was sure
Walt Amos was on his way
Saddle up,' he ordered. Get
fresh horse, Tulare."
Out at the corrals they roped
square built, hill running ponies.
Horse" Billy said, show big fool
is Magoon?"
"Magoon's queer one, all right.
If it weren't for that I'd say he
must be clear of the killings, or
why amt he in Mexico by now? But
he hasn't got all of his buckles
and that's break for us. Because
we sure need to catch us wit
ness"
Tulare put in, his mouth full of
bread and meat he had grabbed
from the kitchen. witness, hell! l bet
he shotgunned Flagg himself, for the
dough he had on him. He probably
sold Flagg the horse and saddle in
Pahranagat, then rode along with
him, waiting his chance. Then lat
er he downed Cayuse because Cay
use caught up to him. Get it?'
II can't swaller any set-up' that
doesn't show the Link Bender crowd
at the bottom of it," Horse Dunn
said fatty.
He jerked tight his latigo. MA
COON is most likely headed out of the
country. But here's what we do:
Tulare, you got the fastest horse.
You circle to the head of the Tamale
Vine, by way of the upper bench,
and try to beat Magoon to the Pass"
"Billy, you strike northwest into the
point country. There's a bare
chance that Magoon will skirt along
the foothills, picking pass north of
where we're figuring on. Get your
self a good high lookout and camp
there until tomorrow.
This is as good try as any,"
Tulare approved.
"Then let 'er buck! And if either
of you meet up with Marian, you
send her home a-packing. Billy,
leave word with Tia Cara where
we've gone" He put his horse out
of the layout at a sharp jog, Tulare
beside him.
Wheeler held back long enough to
urge his horse to drink, and get
himself canteen; then he also
struck out, northward, along the
outer edge Of the brush. Two hours
before dusk he took his post on a
high rocky point far to northward
of the 81. He hid his horse, sprawled
with his back against hot rock,
and swept the rolling country.
Quickly his eye picked out the trails
a rider would follow in moving from
the Tamale Vine toward the north
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he turned her face upward; and he
kissed her mouth, certain that she
would ride with him no farther.
For a moment she was motion
less except that he felt sharp
CULVER run through her body. and
her lips trembled under his.
Since the first only-time he had
kissed her, two years ago, he had
thought that he could never forget
the soft warmth of her lips, the
fragile residence of her slim body;
but now the actuality of the girl in
his arms half stunned him, she had
been untouchable as a dream for so
long. He thought he swayed in the
saddle, and the twilight about them
turned suddenly dark and unreal A
strand of her fine hair touched his
eyes, lightly as the touch of a
breath; he felt the faint pulsation of
her breast He did not know that
his arm frightened about her so that
he almost broke her in two.
Then her body twisted and she
struck spurs to her pony, SO that
he had to release her to avoid drag
ging her out of the saddle. His
voice shook with the curbed pres
sure of an emotion he mistook for
anger as he said savagely, "Now
go on back!"
She sat little apart from him,
and her pony stood head high, very
shaky from the sharp unsteadiness
of her hand upon the curb. She
said, II suppose that's the bitterest
thing that ever happened to me.
Can't you ever do anything but hurt
and destroy and break up?"
will you go back?" he said be-
tween his teeth.
''No! I most certainly will not!"
Her voice was repressed, but
there was smoky fire in her eyes,
and the upward witch of her eye
brows as she spoke out of her an
ger was strangely suggestive Of
Horse Dunn. He looked her in the
eyes, and he knew that he could in
no way bend her will.
A great sense of fatalism over
came him. This had been his posi-
ton here ever since the beginning
boxed in without weapons and with.
out choice. Now, unable to manage
this girl. he still had to go on. With
out word he turned his pony's head
up the gulch.
He put his horse into the soundless
sand of the dry stream, and pressed
into shutting jog; and they rode
for long time, while the slow twi-
light deepened. Wheeler thought
that he had never seen any desert
country so bleak and lifeless-not
excepting the Red Sleep, where Cot
fee had found Bob Flagg wrapped in
eternal stiffness under the red rock.
And although Marian's pony
trailed close behind his own, it
seemed to him that he had never
been so utterly alone, in a vacant
world. Once as he swung crosswise
in his saddle to turn to Marian,
he caught her brushing tears from
her cheeks with her gloved fingers.
Presently he said in low voice,
If gun cracks, go to the ground,
and take any cover there is"
White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1938-04-15

They plugged along another mile,
while the canyon narrowed. The
light was failing fast.
Marian whispered, Billy"
He stopped his horse and she
came up, stirrup to stirrup. Her
eyes were fixed on the high south
rim of the gulch. She said almost
inaudibly, THERE'S rider up there.
l saw him cross between those rab-
bit-ear rocks"
They sat still for long minute,
listening. The cash in the rocks
that Marian indicated was no more
than a hundred yards away on'a
high-angled line, and the dusk was
very still, but Wheeler could detect
no least sound Of walking horse.
"It must have been trick of the
light" Wheeler said.
BILLY, saw him as plainly as
see you here, now"
He hesitated moment more, then
stepped to the ground.
'Hold my pony"
Billy Wheeler's eyes were sweep.
ing the upper levels as he stepped
out of the saddle. In the ragged
brush and upthrust Lodges above
that forgotten, nameless canyon, a
thousand horsemen could have been
hidden within the quarter mile. His
eyes were grim as he passed his
reins to the girl.
Marian, for the last time-won't
anything I can say or do make you
go back?"
''No!" She smiled, family, a lit
tie grim stubborn smile. "You can't
seem to understand that Z"
A sharp report sounded above,
and Marian's pony suddenly folded
at the knees. It went down on its
side like a great sand bag, and was
still before the echoes had died from
the rifle in the upper rocks. Wheel
er's pony reared, tearing free its
head, and bolted down the canyon.
He sprang toward Marian. She
had swung herself clear, and was
already getting up beside her fallen
horse. "Get down-quick, behind
the horse!" She hesitated, but he
did not. He seized her shoulders,
deftly kicked her heels from under
her and laid her flat behind her
dead pony. 'Stay there!'
He pulled his gun and moved five
yards to one side, standing up to
draw what further fire there might
be. A minute passed, two minutes,
while he watched for movement on
the upper rim; but there was no
sound or shot.
The desert hills were as silent and
empty as before, except for the dy-
ing rattle of hoofs down-canyon
from Wheeler's stampeding pony.
Marian's voice came to him.
what in the world happened?"
Somebody took your pony
through the head with a rifle, is
ALL" A crazy red anger was on him.
Loose in these hills was man as
dangerous and unaccountable as
wild animal with hydrophobia. For
the first time he inclined to Tulare's
belief that Magoon was the killer.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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@ Alan lie May
WNU Service

were cattle; but in all that vast
visible range he could find no
mounted man, and nothing moved
on the trails he fruitlessly watched.
Dusk came on, cool and clear and
utterly still, and after long time
the twilight faded, slowly giving
way to the faint light of appearing
stars, and Wheeler had sighted no
one. An hour before dawn he was
watching again, awaiting the first
light. But morning showed only the
same vast empty range; and three
hours after sun-up he knew he must
give it up.
He saddled his pony and dropped
down from his lookout. One by one
he sought out and examined the
trails he had picked as the ones Ma
COON might use. This, took time;
trails easily visible from his high
lookout were many slow miles apart
for rider on the ground. Still he
found no sign; and he at last turned
toward the 81, Disguised.
It was deep into the after
noon by the time his UNRESTRICTED
pony brought him in, disguised, to
the 81.
Marian came running out to him
as he unsaddled.
I'm heavens name,' said Wheel
er, "where were you yesterday"
II was out with my horse-what
of it? When's Uncle John coming
back?"
Hell be back by tonight; he gave
Amos his word. Steve and Tulare
sighted Lon Magoon up
"Tia Cara told me all that. But
look here-where in the world are
they hunting for him now? I've rid
den all over these hills back here
and never saw sign of them"
They're probably hunting lit
tie farther than you went"
"Then," she said, they're hunt
ing too far away! Because I'm sure
l saw Lon Magoon-not more than
three. hours ago."
Much riding and the heat of the
day had made Wheeler drowsy, but
now he snapped sharply awake.
what did he look like?"
IA scraggly little man with rifle
in his hands; he was on a good sor-
rel with a blaze face and one white
leg"
Good lord! Did he see your"
II don't think so. After he was
out of sight got back here as fast
as I could. I was praying some
body would be here. But I've been
here over an hour. I thought no.
body was ever going to come.
Can you find the place where he
was?"
"Of course"
l. cost fresh ponies an hours hard
work to take them to the place
where Marian had seen the armed
rider; yet Wheeler was astonished.
The 81 riders were casting wide,
blocking off distant passes and if
Marian was right, Magoon had dou-
oled back to take cover almost un-
der their own roof. Marian led Billy
to vast, V-cut gulch, in a country
heavy with desert juniper and scrub
oak.
"He was riding down here, headed
west. was in those upper lodges"
In the broad canyon the ground
was flinty, but in the bottom Of
slender ribbon of gravelly sand
wound a crooked course, marking
the run-oH of last winters rains.
up-canyon, Wheeler pres
emily found what he was after: the
trail of a horse crossing twist in
the sands of the vanished creek.
"Marian-you sure seem to have
done what failed us all! Can you
read that trail?"
"No-"
IA tired horse, unshod, ridden
over rocks for three, four days;
Morgan County Democrat. (McConnelsville, Ohio) 1886-1943, 1938-10-06
FAREWELL is GIVEN
ED REYNOLDS

Last Friday several hundred
friends of Ed Reynolds, gathered at
the Malta depot to await the arrival
OF the southbound passenger train
to bid farewell to Ed Reynolds, who
has retired as conductor, after 81
years of most faithful service. In
the crowd were persons not only
from the twin cities, but from var
ious places in the county as we'll.
The M. & M. school band was pres
ent, and arrangements had been
made to hold the train for a few
minutes in order that Mr.. Reynolds
could personally meet and shake
hands with his many friends. Mr..
Reynolds was greatly surprised and
pleased at the reception in his hon.
or, and as he greeted old time
friends, tears came to his eyes, as
we'll as to others, and it was impos-
sible for him to express his appre-
citation Of the occasion in words.
The crowd assembled for one pur-
pose only, and that was to show
their appreciation Of Ed Reynolds,
who has been real friend to every
person in the Muskingum valley for
more than SO years. People loved
Ed Reynolds, and he loved them
not merely a surface love, but it
came bubbling up from the depth Of
his heart.
Mr.. Reynolds was escorted to a
point where he was greeted by DR.. J.
B. Naylor, our famous poet and
author, and following few words,
DR. Naylor read an original poem,
composed for the occasion, and
which most beautifully and appro-
Morgan County Democrat. (McConnelsville, Ohio) 1886-1943, 1938-10-06
FORMER RESIDENT
HANGS SELF

James Shepard (Shep) Eumston
20, former resident of this place
committed suicide by hanging him.
self from tree in the yard of his
home at Beverly, Monday evening.
Dependency because of not being
able to find employment is thought
to have prompted his act. DR.. r. w.
Riggs, Washington county coroner,
made official finding as tc the cause
of death. Mrs. Doris Humston, wife
of the deceased, and Sam Taylor, OF
Beverly, neighbor, found the body
about p. M, about an hour after
Humston left the house.
The deceased was a sen of Will
liam F. Humston of Marietta, and
the late Mrs. Jessie Shoop Humston.
He was born at Beverly, on Feb. 4,
1909. Following his marriage to
Miss Doris Logston, on Dec. 80,
1929, he lived in Marietta, Beverly,
and McConnelsville, and in recent
years at Coal Run on farm. He
moved to Beverly few weeks ago.
He was member of the First Pres
byterian church of Marietta.
Before moving to Coal Run, Mr..
Humston was employed at Jahn's
meat market, Marietta. He had also
ben employed in department store
in Beverly.
Surviving with his widow are two
children, Shepard, seven. and Sue
Ellen, three; also his father, Will
liam F. Humston, of Marietta. His
mother, Mrs. Jessie Shoop Hamston,
died about year ago. His only
brother, Charles Humston, died in
Marietta in 1925. Mr.. Fred Shoop
of this place is an uncle of the de-
ceased.
Funeral services will be held at
the Mindling funeral parlors in Bev-
erly on Thursday at p. m. Rev.
Howard T. Bay of Cumberland, for
mer Presbyterian minister Of Bev-
erly, will officiate. Interment will
bo m ada in Ravorlv camoterv
Morgan County Democrat. (McConnelsville, Ohio) 1886-1943, 1938-10-06

, priately expressed the sentiment
/, not only of it's author, but We are
| certain of every acquaintance of Mr..
! Reynolds. He was also presented a
| gold vase by the ~McConnels-
vile Rotary club, and by long list
of names of those present at the
depot.
In the evening as he made his re-
turn trip to GAINESVILLE, one of his
passengers from Malta was John
Fisher, the Is year old son of Mr..
and Mrs. C. E. Fisher, of this place.
It was Johns first ride on the rail
road, and he has the honor of being
one of Ed Reynolds last passengers.
AS souvenir, of the occasion, Mr..
Reynolds autographed the cancelled
ticket, and gave it back to young
Fisher
Mr.. Reynolds retires at the age of
~ years. He was born at Marietta.
1t is estimated that as conductor
up and down the valley, he has trav-
eled nearly 1,240,00O miles.
A. X. Osborn Succeeds Ed Reynolds
The successor to Mr.. Reynolds is
Anthony X. Osborn, of GAINESVILLE,
and he will prove worthy success
sor. He has been connected with
the railroad 40 years, and has been
promoted from freight conductor.
Many years ago he was conduc-
tor on what was called the "short
rum from Malta to GAINESVILLE. At
one time he resided in Malta, and
he is the father of Clifford Osborn
of this place.
Mr.. Reynolds expects to spend
several weeks in Tennessee this fall
and later will go to California where
he will visit at the home Of his
daughter.
Morgan County Democrat. (McConnelsville, Ohio) 1886-1943, 1938-10-06
CHARLES SAWYER PLEADS TO
SAVE OLD AGE PENSIONS

The following letter was sent by
Charles Sawyer, candidate for gov
ernor, to Arthur j. Altmeyer, chair
man of the social security board
Washington, D. c.:
Arthur j: Altmeyer, Chairman
Social Security Board,
Washington, d. C.
Upon my return to Ohio today,
find some confusion in the minds OF
people of this state with reference
to the matter of old age pensions
and grants by the federal govern
ment. AS a citizen of Ohio and as
a candidate for governor, / am ap-
pealing to you on behalf Of the no.
900 old age pensioners of Ohio to
make every possible effort to save
their old age pensions. Whatever
fault there may have been in the
administration of this bureau can be
cured and you have my unqualified
pledge that it will be cured when
take office in January, 1889.
pledge to you the entire cooperation
of the state bureau with one thought
only in mind: to see that the old age
pensioners Of Ohio get what they
are entitled to. l will see that the
standards laid down by the old age
pension law of Ohio are upheld;
that the regulations imposed by the
federal government are complied
with and that every effort is made
by everyone in that division to CO.
operate with you. There should be
no politics in this department and
there will be none when / am gov
ernor. / also pledge that admins
trative costs of this department will
be held as low as possible so that
the greatest amount of revenue ac-
crues to the benefit of the pension.
ers.-Charles Sawyer.