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'• / V f 1 -Thursday, February 5, 1925. j ^ ' J THE BARNWELL PEOPLE, BARNWELL, SOUTH CAROLINA. • ir PAGE THREE allyour walls f’or sleeping rooms — formal Parlors and reception halls — dining room and living room ~ ° r jhe library —and for public buildings. Properly applied it won’t rub off. Ask your dealer for Ala- bastine Colorchart, or write Miss Ruby Brandon. Alabaa- tine Co., Grand Rapids, Mich. Alabaatine—a powder in white and tint*, racked in 5-pound packages, ready for use by mixing with cold or warm water. Full directions on every package. Apply with an ordi nary wall brush. Suitable for all interior surfaces —plaster, wall board, brick, cement, or canvas. Baking In the Refrigerator? Cold water doesn’t af fect Snow King Baking Powder. It works when you want it to work-in the oven. Your dough can be left in the ice box all night and your biscuits will 'bake just as good the next day. It is the highest qual- •it^in a big can of— 25 OUNCtS-/o/-J-2 5 CCNTS for Ford Cars Judith of Blue Lake Ranch By JACKSON GREGORY Copyright by Charts* Scribner’s Sons Low-cost Transportation Star Cars v. Would Almost Seem So “I’ii, vvliiit does tlie American eagle stand for?’* “Anything, my hoy, anything.” This world never seems any the worse for the holidays we take out of Its busy whirl. haIsub-R f ub< ? ul l d Absorber and Shock Absor Only inven* : origt- ber. ;ord in You’ll eiri » W. N. U., CHARLOTTE, NO. e~1l25. CHAPTER XVII—Continued —19— , Trevors was upon him again, hut I.ee slipped aside, even rolled over, managed to get to Ids feet. Again Trevors bore down upob him, a new leaping tire in ids eyes. Again, though barely in time, Bud Bee slipped away from hitn. He drew Trevors’ harsh laugh after him and Trevors’ questing, ea^er lists. Lee put up his arm, Ids right arm. guarding his face, and drew away, back and hack, (’arson was almost whimpering, calling yvhinlng- ly: “Stand up to him. Bud! Oh, go get him, Buddie!" Still up and down the room they went, Trevors rushing, at Lee. Lee taking what blows he must, striking out hut little seeking now only to pull himself together, to get his head clear of daze and dizziness. “Bun away, will you?" panted Trev ors. “I’ve got you, d—n you. Got you right." Led didn’t answer. He was think ing dully that Bayne Trevors was near telling the truth, that Bud Lee was almost beaten—almost. That was was as far as a gentleman ever went —Just to that desperate “almost beaten." Not quite. No! not quite. Never that. Both men were nearly spent ; (’ar son saw that while he cursed softly in his corner;. Melvin saw it and watched for the end, wondering Just how It would come. Trevors should swing for the point of the Jaw, puf all that was in him Into a final, smashing blow’, bent through an Insufficient guard, do It now, quickly. For both Carson and Melvin saw another thing, a tiling which both had sensed at the outset: Bud Lee was harder than Bayne Trevors. Lee, slipping away at every step was getting something hack which had nearly gone from him; Trevors w-us breathing In noisy jerks; save for the vital fact that he now had two hands to Bud-Lee’s one, Trevors was showing more signs of weariness than Lee. “Bud’ll get him—somehow," whis pered Carson. “Good old Bud. Some how." - What (’arson and Melvin sensed Trevors knew. He saw that Lee was having less trouble in eluding him now, that Lee’s feet were quicker, lighter than ids, that I.ee was begin ning to strike buck viciously at him, and when the blow landed, Trevors’ big body rocked, shot through with [>ain. There came to him the thought which was Melvin’s, but it came in Trevors’ way: Now, quickly, before Lee was ready for it, must come the end. So, for the third time that day Bayne Trevors, with much at stake, resorted to “what weapons God gave him, what weapons he could lay his mind to, his eyes to, his’hands to” —his feet to. Resorting 'to the old trii-k which came tip from South American pofts in disreputable wind ; Jammers which Is known to the San Francisco waterfront, he raised a heavy fdht, striking for Lee’s stomach, seeking with one low, horrible blow to double up his already "handicapped antagonist in writhing pain on the floor. "An’ I gave my word!" bellowed Carson, the sweat on his own tor tured brow. , “Oh, my Gawd.” But Just that one briof instant too lute did Bayne Trevors lift bis foot. For Bud Lee had expected this, never had forgotten it, had prayed within Tts soul—Hurt—phe—man he—fopgid would use it. Just by that fraction of time which has no name was he quicker than Trevors, and he knew it. Now, as he read the sinister pur pose in Trevors' glaring eyes, jis lie glimpsed the raised boot ns it left the floor, he lowered bis own head, averted it ever so’little, stooped—and Ids band closed like locked Iron about the calf of Trevors’ leg. A stilled cry from flu* bulkier man, a little grunt of effort from Bee, Bee straining, heaving mightily, and Trevors went back, top pled, fought for his slipping balance, and fell. As he went down Bee was upon him, Bee’s arm about his neck, Bee’s weight flung uporr -birth—Bee holding his body between a powerful pair of knees which rode him ns they rode daily some struggling Blue Bake colt. Now Bud's left arm, defying the agony of a broken hand, was around him. Bee’s legs were about the fran tically fighting body, and at last lyee's right hand went Its sure way to the thick, bared, pulsing throat. Trevors’ r ight arm was caught at his side, held Hiere by the body upon his. His left hand beat at Bee’s face, struck and battered again only to come back like h steam-driven piston to hammer again. But Bud Bee’s pain-racked body clung on. his,thumb and fingers sank and sank deeper latq jthe corded muscles of the heaving throat; crooked tike talons, white and hard and re- lentlessr; , Trevors’ eyes were terrible, TTITetT with hatred, red-flecked with rpge. He sought, with a great sudden heave, to roll over. But he could not shake off the legs which were like stubborn f entacles about him. could not free his •hroat of -the tensing dutch. He tore at the wrist, smote again at Lee’s haad. set his own hand to Lee’s throat. In on instant his hand was hack at the hand worrying him, hut he was un able to drag it away. His face went white, flamed red. grew purplish. His..eyes bulged up at Bee’s, his deep chest contracted spasmodically. Bee, summoning all of the force within him. drove thumb and lingers deeper. “Got enough?" he panted. For the last time Trevors strained with him and they rolled like death locked mountaihHions. But still Bee’s left arm was ahojit Trevors’ neck, his legs about tiie’ ’tossing body, his hand at 'lYevors’ throat. Trevors’ breath caught, failed him. . . . Then and then only did a new look come into the bulging eyes. A look of more than fear, or utter, desperate terror. Trevors threw up his hand weakly, then let it fall so that It struck the floor heavily, a dead weight. Bee’s grip at the strangling throat relaxed. But he did not move his hand. “(Jot enough?" he panted again. The answer came brokenly, weakly, almost Inarticulate. But it did come and the men drawn close heard It: “yes." . \ “You’ll get out of the country?" “Yes.” Bud Bee drew hack and rose, going to the door swiftly. He stooped for his hat and passed out.- And as Bayne Trevors got unsteadily to Ids feet and “Got trough?’' He Panted. sank slumping Into the chair offered him, two big tears formed In his eye • rind rolled down his cheeks. The first tears in many a year, the tears of a strong man broken for the first time In his life. “Sand did It!" grunted Melvin. "Just sand, Carson." "I’ll stick aroun’ an’ see he moves on, Bud,” Carson followed Bee to say. “Oh. he’ll go. But I’ll Just tell him how the boys Is headed this way by now an* It’s tar an’ feathers for him if he don’t mosey right along. That’s something he couldn't stand right now. An’, Bud—" He put out his hands and locked Bee’s In a grip that made the sore fingers wince. Then, swinging upon the heel of -his bool, lie went bark fo collect a hundred dollars .from Melvin and lielp Bayne Trevors shape Ids plans. But Bud Bee did not wait. He was on ids horse, swaying a little, an arm caught In a rude sling, glad to he out in the late sunlight. , "Fog along, little horse," lie was saying dully. “Fog right along. She’s waiting, little horse. Judith is wait ing! Think of that. That's right- fug right along." I CHAPTER XVIII Yes, Judith Was Waiting At the old cabin above the-iake Bud I/ee dismounted. His hand in its rude sling was paining him terribly, de manding some sort of first-aid treat ment. Tomorrow he could take it to a doctor; perhaps in an hour or so he could get Tripp to look to it; Just now he must do what he could for it himself with hot water and strips torn from an old shirt. Night had descended, serene with stars: n^wrurdeced if the hoys were hack yet from the lumber-camp. He had met them, as Carson had pre dicted he would, riding in a close- packed, silent, (jminous body. He felt assured that they would find no work for them to do at the company’s of fice, that Carson was right and Trev ors would "be on his way.” But he stopped at the bunk-house. No. the boys hadn’t com^ In yet. But there was a message for Bee. Just received by the cook. It was from Greene, the forester, brief and to the point: Greene had lost no time In finding the sheriff of the adjoining county at White Rock and In going with him to the cave. They had found (Juln- nion. lie was dead, the manner of his death clearly Indicated. For he lay at the foot of Hhe cliffs straight below the cave's mouth, his face ter ribly torn and scratched by a mad woman’s nails, the mad woman her self lying huddled and still close be side him. He had allowed the escape of her captive; she had accused him after the two of them had gone back to the cavern, had thrown herself upon him, tearing at his face, and the two had fallen. Mother and son? Bee shuddered, hoping w'ithin his heart that Judith had been mistaken. It was too terrible. But, such is youth, such is love. Bud Bee promptly forgot both Chris Quin nion and Mad Buth as he went through the lilacs to the house. ‘ He remembered how Marcia had flown once to Bollock Hampton when he had made a hero of himself, how ugalA just today she had gone swiftly t't bin because he had made a fool of him self and because it seemed she loved him. In due time there was go ; ng to he a wedding at Blue Bake hnneh. A wedding! Just one? Bee hurried am. • • • • « .« • Yes. Judith was waiting for hlr . She was there in the living-room, curled up on a great couch, lifting her eyes expectantly ns his step sounded on the veranda. A wonderfully gowned, transcendently lrtve ! y Ju dith; a Judith of bare white arms, round and warm and rich in the'T tender curves; a Judith softly, nllut- ingly feminine even In the eyes »f Bud Bee. no longer theorist; a Ju dlth whose filmy gown clung linger ingly to her like a sun-shot mist, a Judith whose tender mouth was a red flower, whose eyes were Aphn • dlte’s own, glorious, dawn-gray, so! t with the light shining In them, the unhidden light of love for the man ; who came toward her swiftly; the Ju- j dlth he had first held In his arms and kissed. He came In quickly, his heart slnjr Ing. The color suddenly ran up hit and vivid In the girl’s cheeks. Stand ing over her he put out his hand. $*ut she slipped her own hands behind her. “Good evenlngr»!Jfr. Bee,” said Ju dith brightly. “Really, you have taken your time In making your first call. Won’t you sit down?" “No,” said Bud Bee gravely. “I'll take mine standing, please!" “Bike a man to be shot at dawn?” cried Judith. “Dear me, Mr. Bee, that sounds so tragic. What, pray, are you taking?” “A new job," said Bee. “I’ve come to tell you that Just being horse fore man doesn’t suit me any longer. What you need and need right away Is a general manager. That’s what I want to be, your general manager, Judith. For life!" Judith laughed softly, happily. Her hands flew out to him Ifke.two little homing birds, and she followed them —home. “You’ll find your work cut out for you, Mr. Bee," she told him. "It's the kind of work I want," answered Bud Bee. Then suddenly her arms went .about his neck and tears sprang into her eyes and site seMier lips to the cut he had sought to cover with his hair, and took his sore, swathed hand ten derly into tier own two hands, laying it against her cheek. "Carson telephoned me," she whis- • pored, her lips trembling all of a sud den. “He told me how Trevors fought . . . and how you fought! And he was half crying over the telephone, he was so proud of you. And I am proud of you! And—oh, Bud Bee, Bud Bee, I love you so!” • **•*•• From without came the sound of the Blue Bake hoys returning, Carson at their head. Biding close together they were singing, their voices floating -through the night in an old cowboy song. Mrs. Simpson heard and ran out into the courtyard to listen. Mar cia and Bollock Hampton, lost to all save each other in the shadows far down,the veranda, listened, and Mur cia clapped her hands. The voices were to he heard frdm afar, the strong voices of a score of men. The strange tldng Is that neither Judith nor Bud Bee heard; that neither had the vagu est consciousness just then that there were in-all the yyorld any other mor tals than—Judith and Bud Bee. [THE END ] Beginning of Y. M. C. A. The Young Men's Christian associa tlon was founded In England by Sir George Williams, a London merchant. Williams’ organization grew out o:' meetings he held for prayer and Bibb reading among Ids fellow workers in a dry-goods business in London, and the association was founded In 1844 On the occasion of its Jubilee, Its origins tor was knighted. Similar association: had been In existence In’Scotland at t much earlier date. In 1824 David Nalsmith started the Glasgow Young Men’s Society for Religious Improve ment. a movement which spread tc various parts of the United Kingdom France and America. Later the name was changed to the Glasgow Young Men's Christian association. 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A gramo phone has been installed in the work-, rooms, and when the machinery la running the gramophone Is put on. “Chattering Interferes with output more seriously than almost anything else," said a works official, “but the gramophone, while It does not distract their attention from their work, en courages them to alng and stimulates them mentally.” Average Cost of Meal Fifty cents apiece for every man, woman and child, is the average cost of American meals In these days, with one-third spent for bread and foods of vegetable origin, and two-thirds for the other staples. on having Dr. Paary’* "Daad Shot’- for Worms or Tapsworm and tba druggist will get It for you. 171 Pearl 8t., N. T. A4v. The naughty schoolboy Is always clad when he sees the teacher lay dotou the rule. i k M cup butter *1 cup lugir 1 egg 1 cup milk 2H cups sslf-ruing flour Cream butter add auger, then egg. Best vigorously, then add flour and milk alternately. Bake in greaaed muffin tins, or a shallow cake pen in a moderate oven. Serve with lemon sauce. yt hooh of delightful rreipte it offer ed htlou; tend tor your free espy you never drained such good dessert could be made with so little effort W HEN the clock point* to the hour of meal rim* and you’re wondering what to serve for deaeert, why don’t you try cottage pudding made with •elf-rising flour? It’s to easily——ao quickly—made. No fussing about ingredients. Just a minute or two to mi» the batter, a moderately hot oven—and there’s a dessert that’s not only delicious but healthful as well. But cottage pudding is only one of the many good things you can cook with self-rising flour. Every meal, is a •core of ways you’ll find self-rising flour a handy all-pur pose flour that saves time and produces light, perfectly raised, bakings. Self-rising flour is merely plain soft «&eat flour to which has been added the proper amount of pure phosphate bak ing powder to make the dough rise just right every time. You can buy it in a variety of grades just as you do plain flour. Naturally the higher grades command a higher price. Whatever the grade, if you find the Blue Shii" * ' ‘ ~ lillei „rade, if you find the Blue Shield of the Soft Wheat Millers’ Association on the bag, you are assured of a healthful, wholesome self-rising flour. SOFT WHEAT MILLERS’ ASSN., Ine., NASHVILLE, TENN. ^ELFRISING Healthful 7/0101 Dependable Economical noMiu'i MONEY-BACK GUARANTEE Eyety b«* of wlf-rUing flour bearing this Blue Shield of purity is fully guaranteed by the Soft Wheat Millers’ Atwtciation, Inc. The contents are absolutely E ure and wholesome and comply with all Pure Food Lawt. 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