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JBuck Duane, quick on the draw, kills Cal
Bain in self-defense and finds himself an
outlaw* Flying from pursuit, he meets Luke
Steyens, another outlaw, and the two be
come pals. Luke narrowly escapes capture
and Duane is shocked to find nis brother
outlaw severely wounded.
Duane buries Stevens. Then he goes on
to Bland’s camp, where he gets into a fight
with a man called Bosomer and wounds the
latter. He makes a friend of an outlaw
at Bland’s called Euchre, who tells him of
Mrs. Bland and the prl Jennie.
Duane meets Jennie, and promises to try
his utmost to get her away from Bland's
camp. To avert suspicion, it is planned
that fie pretend to care for Mrs. Bland.
Euchre introduces him to the latter and he
engages in conversation with htr. >
Buck plays the game, making Mrs. Bland
think he loves her. To avert Bland’s suspi
cion, Mrs. Bland pretends to her husband
that Buck has come to visit Tennie. Bland
urges Buck to become a regular member of
his outlaw gang.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
Accounting for the short cut across
grove and field, it was about five
minutes’ walk up to Bland’s house.
To Duane it seemed long in time and
distance, and he had difficulty in re
straining his pace.
As he walked there came a gradual
and subtle change in his feelings.
Again he was going out to meet in
conflict. He could have avoided this
meeting. But despite the fact of his
courting the encounter, he had not as
yet felt that hot, inexplicable expul
sion of blood. The motive of this
deadly action was not personal, and
somehow that made a difference.
No outlaws were in sight. He saw
several Mexican herders with cattle.
Blue columns of smoke curled up
over some of the cabins. The fragrant
smell of it reminded Duane of his
home—that he used to cut the wood
for the stove. He noted a cloud of
creamy mist rising above the river, dis
solving in the sunlight.
Then he entered Bland’s lane.
While yet some distance from the
cabin he heard loud, angry voices of
man and woman. Bland and Kate still
Quarreling! He took a quick survey
of the surroundings. There was now
.not even a Mexican in sight. Then
he hurried a little.
Half-way down the lane he turned
his head to pqpr through the cotton
woods. This time he saw Euchre
coming with the horses. There was
no indication that the old outlaw might
lose his nerve at the end. Duane had
feared this.
Duane now’ changed his walk to a
leisurely saunter. He reached the
porch and then distinguished what eras
said inside the cabin.
“If you do—Bland, by Heaven, 111
fix you and her I” That was panted
out in Kate Bland’s full voice.
“Let me loose 1 I’m going in there,
1 tell you 1" replied Bland hoarsely.
“What for?"
“1 want to make a little love to her.
Ha-hat Itll be fun to have the
laugh on her new lover."
"You lie!" cried Kate Bland.
“Let me go l" Hu
hoarser with passion.
“No, no I 1 won’t let you got You’ll
choke the—truth out of her 1 you’ll
kill her."
"The truth I" gritted Bland.
“Yas. I lied. Jen lied. But rise
lied to save you. You needn’t—mur
der her—for that"
Bland cursed horribly. Then fol
lowed a wrestling sound of bodies tu
violet straining contact—the scrape of
feet—the jangle of spurs—a crash of
sliding table or chair, and then the cry
of a woman in pain.
Duane stepped into the open door—
inside the room. Kate Bland lay half
across a table, where she had been
flung, and she was trying to get to
her feet Bland’s back was turned. He
had opened the door into Jennie’s room
and had one foot across the threshold.
Duane caught the girl’s low, shudder
ing cry.
i “Good morning 1" he called, loud and
clear.
With catlike swiftness Bland wheel
ed—then froze on the threshold. His
sight, quick as his action, caught Du
ane’s menacing, unmistakable position.
Bland’s big frame filled the door.
He was in a bad place to reach for his
gun. But he would not have time to
step. Duane read in his eyes the des-
rate calculation of chances. For a
eeting instant Bland shifted his gaze
to his wife. Then his whole body
seemed to vibrate with the swing of
his arm. .
Duane shot him. He fell forward,
his gun exploding as it dug into the
floor, and it dropped loose from
stretching fingers. Duane stood over
him, stooped to turn him orfhis back.
Bland looked up with clouded gaze,
then gasped his last.
“Duane, you’ve killed him 1” cried
Kate Bland huskily. “I knew you’d
hajt to.”
She staggered against the wall, her
eyes dilating, her strong hands clench
ing, her face half stunned, but showed
no grief.
“Jennie I” called Duane sharply.
“Oh—is it ydu—Duane?”
halting reply.
“Yes. Come out Hurry 1*
She came out with uneven steps,
lag only him, and she stumbled over
voice grew
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came a
Bland's body. Duane caught her arfia,
swung her behind him. He feared the
woman When she realized how she had
been duped. His action was protec
tive, and his movement toward the
door equally significant
“Duane 1” cried Mrs. Bland.
It was no time for talk. Duane
edged on, keeping Jennie behind him.
At that moment there was a pounding
of iron-shod hoofs out in die lane.
Kate Bland bounded to the door. When
she turned back her amaze was chang
ing to fealizationr ~
“Where’re you taking Jen?” she
cried, her voice like a man’s.
“Get out of my way!” replied Du
ane. His look, perhaps, without speech,
was enough for her. In an instant she
was transformed into a fury.
“You hound! All the time you were
fooling me. You made love to me!.
You let me believe—you swore you
loved me! Now I see what was queer
about you! All for that slut! But
you can’t have her. You’ll never leave
here alive! Give me that girll Let
me get at her! She’ll never win any
more men in this camp!”
' She was a heavy, powerful woman,
and it took all Duane’s strength to
ward off her onslaughts. She clawed
at Jennie over his upheld arm. Every
second her fury increased.
“Help! Help! Help 1” she shrieked
in a voice that must have penetrated
to the remotest cabin in the valley.
“Let go! Let go!” cried Duane,
low and sharp. He still held his gun
in his right hand, and it began to be
hard for him to ward the woman off.
Hi* coolness had gone with her shriek
for help. “Let gol" he repeated, and
he shoved her fiercely.
Suddenly she snatched a rifle off the
wall and backed away, her strocy
hands fumbling at the lever. As she
jerked it down, throwing a shell into
the chamber and cocking the weapon,
Duane leaped upon her. He struck up
the rifle as it went off, the powder
burning his face.
“Jennie, run out! Get on a horse I"
he said, still low and sharp.
Jennie flashed out of the door.
With an iron grasp Duane held to
the rifle-barrel. He had grasped it
with his left hand, and he gave —eh
a powerful pull that he swui* the
woman off the floor. But he could not
looae her grip. She was as stnx« as
“Ka^te! Let go!" *
He tried to intimidate her. She did
not see his gun thrust in her face,
or reason had given way to such an
extent to passion that she did not care.
She cursed. Her husband had d
the same curses, and from her lips
they seemed strange, unsexed. more
deadly.
Like a tigress she fought him. Her
face no longer resembled a woman’s.
The evil of that outlaw life, the wild
ness and rage, the meaning to kill
was, even in such a moment, terribly
impressed upon Duane.
He heard a cry from outside—a
nun’s cry, hoarse and alarming.
It made him think of loss of time.
This demon of a woman might yet
block his plan.
“Let go P be whispered and felt his
lips stiff. In the grimness of that in-
itant he relaxed his bold on the rifle-
barrel.
With a sudden, redoubled, irresist
ible strength, she wrenched the rifle
down and discharged it Duane felt
a blow—a shock—then a burning
agony tearing through his breast. He
staggered backward, almost falling.
The woman’s strong hands, awkward
from passion, again fumbled at the
lever of the gun.
He caught the rifle-barrel again, this
time in his right hand, and pulled. She
tripped over a chair and crashed down.
Duane Imped ba^k, whirled, flew out
of the door to the porch. The sharp
cracking of a gun halted him. He saw
Jennie holding to the bridle of his bav
horse. *
Euchre sat astride the other and he
had a Colt leveled, and he was firing
down the lane. Then came a single
•hot, heavier, and Euchre's ceased. He
fell from the horse.
A swiftly shifted gaze showed to
Duane a man coming down the lane.
Gness Alloway! His gun was smok
ing. He broke into a run. Then, in
an instant he saw Duane, tried to
check his pace as he swung up his
arm. But that slight pause was fatal.
. Duane shot, and Alloway was fall
ing when his gun went off. His bullet
whistled close to Duane and thudded
into the cabin.
Duane bounded down to the horses.
Jennie was trying to hold the plung
ing bay. Euchre lay flat on his bade,
dead, a bullet-hole in his shirt, his face
set hard, and his hands twisted around
gtn^ and bridle.
“Jennie, you've nerve all right,”
cried Duane as he dragged dflwn the
horse she was holding. “Up with you
now. There! Never mind long stir-
tups 1 Hang up somehow P
He caught his bridle out of Euchre's
dotching grip and leaped astride. The
frightened hones jumped into a run
and thundered down the lane into the
road. Duane saw men running from
aims. He hart *out*. But there
erenr chance of escape.
Jennie, we're going to get away."
he said with gladness “111 be well in
a few days. You don’t know how
strong I am. We’ll hide by day and
travel by night. 1 can get you across
the river."
"And then?" she asked
“We’U find some honest rancher.”
“And then?” she persisted. -
“Why—” he began slowly. “That’s
as far as my thought ever got It was
pretty hard, 1 tell you, to assure my
self of so much. It means your safe
ty. You’ll tell your story. You'll be
sent to some village or town and
care of until a relative or friend is
notified"
And you P she inquired in a strange
Duane kept silence.
"What will you do?" the went on.
“Jennie, 111 go back to the brakes.
I daren t show my face among re
spectable people. I’m an outlaw."
"You’re no criminal t" she declared
with deep passion. “
“Jennie, on this border the little dif
ference between an outlaw and a crim
inal doesn’t count for much.’’
"You won't go back among thorn
terrible men? You, with your gentle-
oeu and sweetness—all that’s good
about you! Oh, Duane, don't, don’t
go!
“I can't go back to the outlaws, at
hmat Bland’s band No, I'll go alone.
Ill lone wolf it, as they say on the
border. What else can I do, Jfehnie?”
Oh I dont know. Couldn't you
hide? Couldn’t you slip out of Texas
—go far away?"
“I could never get out of Texas
without being arrested I could hide,
but a man must live. Never mind
about me, Jennie.”
“Duane, If ever I’m safe out of this
awful country,” she cried, “111 go to
£? ??, v l rnor - . ni ““-him your ttory.
doned minc ’ ^ get you par-
As he looked down upon her, a slight
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dishfeleved hair, her face pale and quiet.
a little stem in sleep, and her long,
dark lathes lying on her cheeks, he'
•cemed to see her fragility, her pretti-
her femininity as never before.
But for him she might at that very
moment have been a broken, ruined
BhLS** *»ck m that cabin of the
Tomorrow she would be gone,
among good land people, with a pos-
l£ fll i! y J < £ ? ndlng hcr relatives. He
wanked God for that; nevertheless he
felt a pang.
She slept more than half the day,
Lfu ^ always alert,
whether be was sitting, standing, or
walking. The rain pattered steadily on
we roof and sometimes came in gusty
flumes through the door. The horses
were outside in a shed that afforded
r {belter, and they stamped restless-
Duane kept them saddled and
bridled.
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were no shots fired.
Jennie seemed able to stay on her
horse; but without stirrups she
bounced so hard that Duane rode
closer and reached out to grasp her
arm. • l—
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Thus they rode through the valley
to the trail that led tip over the steep
and broken Rim-Rock. As they began
to climb Duane looked back. No pur
suers were in sight.
“Jennie, we’re going to get away I”
he cried, exultation for her in his
voice.
She was gazing, horror-stricken, at
his breast as, in turning to look back,
he faced her.
“Oh, Duane, your shirt’s all bloody!"
she faltered, pointing with trembling
finger.
With her words Duane became
aware of two things—the hand he in
stinctively placed to his breast still held
his gun—and he had sustained a*ter
rible wound.
He had been shot through the breast
far enough down to give him grave
apprehension of his life. Little pain
attended the injury, and no sense of
weakness yet. The clean-cut bullet-
hole bled freely both at its entrance
and where it had come, but with no
signs of hemorrhage. He did nor bleed
at the mouth; however, he began to
cough up a reddish tinged foam.
Jennie, with pale face and mute
lips looked at him.
“I’m badly hurt, Jennie,” he said;
"but I guess I’ll stick it out"
“The woman—did she shoot you?”
“Yes. She was a devil. Euchre Ufld
roe to look out for her. I wasn’t
quick enough."
“You didn’t have to—to " shiv-’*
ered the girl.
“My God, no!" he replied.
They did not stop climbing while
Duane tore a scarf and made com
presses. which he bound tightly over
his wounds. The fresh horses made
fast time up the rough trail. From
open places Duane looked down.
When they surmounted the steep
Mcent and stood on rop of the Rim-
Rock, with no si^ns of pursuit down
the valley, and with the wild, broken
fastnesses before them. Duane fumed
to^he girl and assured her that they
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New Serial Story-^The Last of the Duanes”
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"Poor Circulation'’
So many people come to see me,
idling me among other things, that*
they have poor circulation. The rea
son for this mistaken idea is, their
feet are more or less numb, with
“creepy” sensations, tingling and, al
most invariably cold, or uncomfort
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True, it feels like just that; feels
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sure normal. The coldness, tingling
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his failing legs, or arms below the
elbows. .
It’s a nerve proposition every time.
When the brain and spinal cord be
come very very tired, fagged, weary
from long over-taxing, the twigs of
nerves farthest from the centres will
manifest their exhaustion by lack of
healthy function. To prescribe a
heart tonic for such a condition,
when it only needs rest, would be
stupid. The general took may be
useful, and, particularly, the nerve
tonic, which, however, is only supple
mental to the first requirement —
rest for the brain and cord.
If those leg-symptoms are accom
panied by high blood-pressure, it is
extremely necessary that the patient'
consult his physician at once—and it
isn’t “poor circulation" even in this
emergency; it’s still a uerve-proposi
tion that causes the feeling, though
the circulation be running riot Is a
raging Are a “poor fire?”
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