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t THURSDAY^ FEBRUARY 14, 1935 FIRST INSTALLMENT Fog veiled the timbers of Yesleer’s \yivarf that July morning in a. ghostly crossin’ I’ll stand by ye. My name’s Speed Malone.” And he held out his hand. ‘'Mine’s Ed Maitland,” the boy an swered, somewhat purzled at hs ear-' nestness.. ' Dropping his light pack in the buckskin reappeared on_ the Deer’s’him, and neiiher was the express r4d-icleared space, the man rolled a cig- battle m the dark, street, from which [that thsi maverick is worth a- cuss, he escaped. Not long afterwards theiBdt'neither is the outfit that’s doggin’ listen to me like a good gdn,'with/ ^rld interest ^ Bud, in spite of ^them stern ideas about ‘‘We figure they’s on’y one kpindy the law,” he jMiid., ‘‘Ever^hit a bpggy If you kin play Solo, the tune is w,hur sparkle, which quiver mng in a.gnosuy oucKSKin reappeareu on_ tne ijeersinim, anu neiiner was me express r4a-|cieareu space, me man roiieu a cig- to the roar.of;Lodge trail in Montana, where its rid-ior jhe downed. I ain’t so dead set oniaiette, and wiiile crimping the edge you want to set it.” A faint reserve which had .shown' in Speed’s face at mentioq of the game*' vanished in„a smile. ‘‘I on’y play that gime b^y ear,” he said. Didn’t aim to scare ye; none,’ was the condescending ans-wer. ' ‘‘Which you ^ets . me wrong, amended Speed, in the present tense to Maitland in an undertone, me ten dollars. Bud.” * Ten dollars happened to bt half tha ,boy’.s cash, and the idea that^e man called Speed had started north with neither outfit nor money was alqtost incredible. But the i^u/est was mad* so candidly that after % moment’s hes itation he shook a gold piece^of hih. limp pur.se. With a cuiiou.s pause before ac cepting it, the Westerner asked, ‘‘You- trucks and freshly shod hooves and to jer had, stopped a stage to .search the | seeint. Jiim hanged. Hope.^..h4>i dies'of the paper,, he took a roving look of polite di'scour.'se. ‘‘What I shrink * the.‘»e .shorthorns can outplay ney I shoolin’.” ' . f: jalong the deck. Then he made a back-1from i.s exposin’ your gifjted Mormon the skirKng'Invisible flight of gullsjpassengers;-Strange*to say,,no money, . , , . around a phantom ship. jhad been taken, but an express mes-; The fog had lighteped a little, and | rest of the blankets, and stretched duet to the cold air without its pants, •rhe spectre alongside was the ghost singer, trying to catch him off guard, a gangplank now lumbered down from;himself comfortably,,relaxing as from had betm shot. Dodging, a'possee of the steamer’s boat deck* As the boy's long physical strain while he smok- marshals and heading**west, he hadj'wa.s e.ssembling his dunnage bag.s, he}ed and watchetl the crowd through earned the sobriquet of “Solo” in k found himj>olf under the scrutiny of half-closed eyes—still somehow as ob- camp on the Montana border, having ah official-lboking person who had ap-1 servant as ever of each approach, halted there long enough to show a’mareii abruptly out of the mist, and ^ deep shudder ran.through the gifted group of Solo players some un-'stood framed in it, a few yards away, expected phases of that game. When'The officer’s eyes grew less sharp on the posse rode in, an hour behind; meeting his, and turned in a more cas- of a ship once dead. On the hood of one of her wheels, as it. wavered above the stringpiece, the faded let ters “George E. Starr, Sea^e,” trick led through an ancient glaze of rust s;,nd soot. They identifed all that was mortal of a^ condemned.^ side-wh^l ferry-boat, which had bwn dragged from the boneyard to make a first, and in a way a pothumous, voyage be yond the Sound. But tp the men on the w'harf, this derelict was an argosy. Her musty reelr of creosote, bilge and old ropes was the aroma of romance. 'The brawl of the trucks that loaded her was a song of gold. -‘T* And there was, in fact, a weaving lilt of nmsic in the roar. It caime from a quieter'eddy in the fog where a man was playing an accordibn, as he leaned against an upturtyed bale of hay near the ship’s side. Ignored by the crowd and ignoring them* ‘he poured into the din a lazing medley that dissolved there as vaguely as the mist— so skilfully pitched that Its source was hardly noticeable. Hjs frayed corduroy clothes,’ the barked leather of his riding boots, his lean, rangy figure and sun-browned skip, did not distinguish him in that weath ered company. Clearer light migpt have defined a certain wary challenge in his good-humored gray eyes, or have drawn attention to an odd scar that cut the comer of his mouth, ac centing his look of high temper and daring. Gun scars were not a special mat ter for comment in this crowd. Un like the varied mob that followed them later, the men who blazed the Yukon trails in the early fall of ’97, were almost all hard-living fnen of the open; miners, cattlemen, railroad ers and jUimberjacks from^the North west and the Southwest;’m6n who knew little of the sea,, but every haz ard of mountain and desert.. Not far from him, how’ever, stood a younger man, solitary like himself, ' whose seripus eyes traced the fog maze curiously, ahd seemed to find less novelty in the ship than in his fellow-voyagers. Some duimage bags, tied in sailor fashion, lay on the wharf at the feet of the young observer. A faded reefer jacket fitted his broad shoulders wii^ the snug .effect that sailors call “sea-going,” and the same stamp of the sea showed in his salt- stiffened boots, his firm poise, and that unconscious gallantry of bearing which lends grace to old clothes. As the fog did not hide the two men from each other’s view it had the effect of bringing them nearer, while sharpening the contrast between them. They were strPnjgly builtf flti dif ferent ways; as oak and .steel are dif ferent. The younger man looked stur dier; the man with the accordion con cealed under his idle posture the quick resilience of tempered metal. Both were sun-tanned—if the ruddy brown of sea-sun can be compared to the dry bronze of the desert and the range. The boy’s hair was dark and curly; the other’s of a sun-rusted color, and cut doe, like a trooper’s. Both had steady eyes, but where the boy’s blue eyes reflected a sober discipline and the positive clarity of youth, the oth er’s hel4 a shade of half-mocking tol erance, as if he took’the world as he found it,, and had found it mixed. Some sense of this, perhaps, drew the musician’s eyes for a-curious in stant on his listener. Looking away again into the veiled shimmer beyond the wharf, he began playing the tune of an old sea ballad, “In eighteen hundred and seventy- «ix I found myself in a hell of a fix . . ” At the quick light of recognition in the boy’s face, he masked a gleam of amused interest. “Is that a Boston song?” he asked. The boy smiled. “My peofrfe used to sail ships out of Boston. I’v'6”heard the song since I was a nipper.” “Pig!p*ed it wsp a line shot you come from that coast,” said the ac cordion player. “Pd tske you to be from the* North west,” he vmtured, uncertainly. “Your eye’s good, 3ud,!^replied the musician with a twinkle, as Ke impro^f**^ vised a'Series of chord8.“But I bMn «p and down tk Ever hear this . , . and he began, after a deep intake of the accordion, the chesty ballad of Jack Donahue the Highway man. Then it drifted into music un familiar to him; half-'baibsric and half-devotional melodies of the West ern ranges, such^as “Bill Roy” and “MonUna KW.” •In the midst 6f this repetory the piping, cry of' a newsboy who came down the wharf shouting: “Extry!! Buck Solo Makes His Last Stand!! Posse . Surrounds. Band>t in Mountain Pass!- Extral” ^ The accordion player lifted his head but did not pause in his plasring, ’ though the newsy’s cry echoed a story .which had been as keenly argued in the West that month as the Ck>rbett- Fitxsimmons fi^t An unidentified gunman on a buckskin horse had rid den into a Nevada mining camp ist night, trailing a man whom he ed to have mistaken for some enemy. The mistake had caused a biasing gun ship^ as the gates rattled .shut. Haws ers, thrown from the bitts, splashed into the gloomy chasm between ship him,, the gamblers he had entertained were sketchy in their description. As be had changed hb’r.ses the marshals had little to then^, but theg* suspected him of . being a wide-rang- ual way ,on his companion, who had land wharf, and the side-wheeler cast closed the accordion case and was j off in a ponderous churning of white I water, dropping a veil between her self and the pier with a' swiftness leaning over to fasten it. ‘‘You two together?” The boy nodded. Ij: seemed unnec- ing gambler andf outlaw known of ini cssary to explain that he and the ac- the Northwest, as “Buck Tracy.” Hisicordion player were only chance ac trail, lost at Clark’s Fork, had been picked up again crossing the Coeur D’Alenes through Idaho, and the in terest excited b^ the long and des perate chase began to close a. net around him. The bpy bought a pai>er and read the news bulletin. “They’ve got him cornered in ■ the Okanagan country,” quaintances. Some official for the .shipping company, he thought, w’ns. making a check-up of passengers;'-- With another glance at the man with the accordion, the officer pass.ed on. The Western'er threw a roll of blan kets over his arm, put his accordion under it, and lifting one of the boy’s “I., was only thinking,” Maitlind coat and vest.’’ . said, “that gambling is a loser’s Stim’lated a heap,”,r-re joined the, man from Utah, “we stoifleS ever’; .,His companion grinned. “If you scroople and stawrl.s the play.. Stack jwasn’t a natural-born gambler, Bud, ’em^ip. Bin. Gent allows he’s a Solo .V(hi wouldn’t be on this ship. Watch player.” . * On the* point of rising. Speed said us lose.” (Continued' Next Week). he said to the man witHr-the accord-j p.Hcks with his free hand, wedged ion. “He won’t escape now*.” j through the crowd that was swarming Kind of hope he don’t?” asked the uj) the gangway. They found the cab playing. I hope he gets the full penalty of that owed less to her pick-up than to the opaqueness of the fog. As if the uncertainties of the ven ture wei'e not high enough, she was no sooner in the channel than the click of dice, chips and coins began to rat tle a careless measure above the voic es of the mist. Emharkcnl for the realms of gold, the miners were “shooting” their money with an ea§y mind. 4 The Westerner shifted his attention from the rotted stay lines of-the life boat, and sat up to roll a fresh cigar- \ Personal To somt inan who «ecs ho great future iw the ^ -business l^is now running, or in the position he is now holding: Have you ever thought' of going into the food-store business,owning 'your own grocery and meat store? ette. Maitland noticed that two men, other, without looking up from hiaUn-and covered parts of the deck al-1 a little to their right, had turned a ready claimed, but there was a shel teiwl space under a lifeboat aft of the law,” was the boy’s uncompromis-i the main cabin, where the boy stowed ing answer. “He deserves it.” ' Ibis burden. Noticing that his ^ompan glanced at him , ion .still kept the blankets The Westerner on his quaintly. “Full penalty of the law. Bud, would leave ye kind of short-of lawyers, if you rammed it home. Not shoulder, he pushed his stuff aside to make more room, The other consider ed him soberly. tart>aulined bale into a card table, One of them looked his way, with an invitation to join the game. Whep he declined, the man calleil over to Speed, “Play a hand of cards, neighbor?” Those oddly broadened vowels were as clear as a state boundary, Utah. “What kind of cards?” asked Speed, fl We have a plan whereby you may own and ^ operate a store independently and still have the same buying and advertising benefits as you would . have if you were operating a thousand stores. Wc give you the privilege of using our nationally 'known name and system which has been in success ful operation for eighteen years* Other9 have made fortunes by doing so. Why not you? fl If you have energy and good business sense and ^ can raise $5000 or more capital, we should like to mail you details. Our name will be V^own instantly to you. No obligation. Just write to HOWAkD BATTIN, PIggly Wiggly, Special Representative, Columbia HoteIrColumbia, S. C. ' V V 'v M.'V '♦.'H ' ■ '...X ■ : •t ■ '*•>' . ON rERTIUZm % .A The blSSMt and beat news you will And In ■ the new fertiliser price Iteta U the very small difference In cost between a low- grade, low-potash fertilizef and a fertiliser well balanced with plenty of NV POTA.SIf. For example, compare 8-4-4 (PNK) fer tilizer with 8-4-8 fertiliser. The 8-4-8 con- . tslns 2558 more actual plant food, yet it coots you only s fraction more than the 8-4-4. Figured in terms of an acre the extra coat la so small It will surprlss'yout This year It costs you much less than ever before to give your-crope the extra potash they need to pay you extra cash. If you li^ve hesitated before, now is the time to act! Select and use the better-balanced mixture—the fertiliser containing plenty of potaah. POTASH PAYS! JtiDCJB o. L. Wlixiroito. ef MsSU (■Saw) tertlllMT caatalalaS Potash was uaaS (at right) Soil wa* pr#. . Ga.^^va this wbela aaM S<||. potash at ItS pouaSi par arra. i.St wat J. V. KJNDI.KY. of ladlao Trail. N. C.. (atotw) says; "Tha Incsoma WlMta atfra MV Mutlata of _ _ itaS aaS tha ylald loyraasad hy SM powads of saad cottoa par acra. from tha potash rtot was IV4.IS par acra—Irum the chacS plot It sraa The IIS.as locraaaa was obtained by uslag fZ.J# 171.4V par acra. worth of attra' potash.” UWIS SOWUJL. sm^ag of mV Hi I locrs . Xoralmw. a. C.^ (Ss«aa>l addaS a haary top- t HVtIlih-Srado 1S% KalaH iMitfi), prataatod Riist. aad hla yield by Sil potiads of aaod cottoa par acra. , S. r. rSNNRI.L.. at LaiShtoa, Ala., (Satota) ptotaatad Ituat aaS teublad his jrlald on tha plot.-(ar right) by uslnt astra potash. Th^ ro- “ ■ LIDC I ylal . . saaladarof tpaSald without theeitra potashsuBarad from afvoraRuat. Cotton never when well-fed widt DR. H. P. COOPER, of Clefiiaoii CoUsis. 8. C.. says tbst whars cottoa ruats badly tha crop nsads as much potash as is oontainod la ISS to 14#4 Muads ort-Z-l (PNE) fsrtUlsar por sera. “Thsrsfors It Is dssirabla to sopplomoot tha ordinary fsrtUlssr mtxtursa trlth 8S to IN pound# of Muriate of Potaali par acra, or"Its aquhralent la Manors Salts -rr Eslni*.** hs s^lalaa. NV POTASH T. M. HENDON, of Roanoks, Ala'., aayst **Ettra potash lacraasad say ylald 22S poaads of ased i cotton pw acre. Tha notash did not eatlrsly' control Rast as ws had4ots of rain, hat It wao a to aoa tha dlRsranco. My nalthhor^Dould r tiaco ths potaah plot la^y cotton. The “ ‘ to pirii.’* M. O. UCI, of M N. C.. says: "Extra osy cotton miKh aaalor to picfc. 1 “ for tha this dWarsnes alons would pay axtra potash. Wbsrs I assd only my rstular fsr- Hllter sad ao oxtia potaah, my cotton took ths Rast sarty and had lots of hoUs that did not C. 1. LOUY. of Thoamon. Ga.. prodoced IH balsa par sera ..With compteta fartflizer plus altragap potash top drsmsr. Mots dsSrss of asatnnty. waU-opsa ad bolls aad how ths cotton sticks In tha bun. (Jde photogrmph Mow.) t HP *1 : C OTTON RUST is 80 common that few cotton crops are grown that do not •how tome signs of it. iTiis if true through out the entire South on both clay and sandy soils. What does this meant It means that the gverage fertUizef^used for cotton in the^ past, did not contain sufficient NY POTASH. Any agricultural authority will tell you that Rust is simply potash'starvation. - If you saw the slightest signs of Rust in. your cotton last season this means that the yields and quality of your nezt crop will be reduced unless you PREVENT RUST. Rusjt^ often reduces the yield by 20% without showing signs that, are easily visible iiTthe field. Bad Rust will reduce the yield by or even more Cotton Rust is the last stage of potash starvatkmr Rusty cotton plants are weak with hunger for potash. A little potash is not enough to correct'this starved.condi tion. You must make sure you use enough, to balance the other elements of your fer tilizer and produce a healthy, high-yielding, high-quality crop. PREVENT RUST by using eztra fiV POTASH either in your fertilizer mt planting or at a top-dreMing when you chop out. If Rust hM been very severe it will pay you to use both methods. If ymi have been using a fertilizer containing only 3 car 4% potash, Mlect and use a fertilizer containing 8 to 10^ potash. You will be surprised at the sma^ extra cost of thejiigher-potash fertilizer.. When you chop out, top-dress with 20S pounds of NV High-grade 24% Kainit, or 100 pounds of NV 50^ Muriate of Potash per acre. This eztra NV POTASH not only prevents Rust, it also helps control ’•Wilt and produces vigorous, healthy plants, with less shedding, larger bolls that gre easier to pick, and better yields of uniform, high- quality lint. NV POTASH PAYS! 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