About Americus times-recorder. (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current | View Entire Issue (Sept. 9, 1924)
PAGE TWO bb-wreck s @ 192-i - W NLA Service Ujc BEGIN HERE TODAY The “Nervous Wreck, an eccen tric young easterner, is drivng Sal ly Morgan from her father's ranch to the station when they run cut of gasoline.’ At the point of a gun the Wreck takes five gallci.s from p passing car. Later Charlie McSween, forenru. of a ranch along the route, niaLc.i them captives because he wantts Sally for a rahch cook. It d<- velopes that Mr. Underwood, the owner of the ranch, was in the car which they held up. Sally and the /Wreck finally from t*<e ranch, run into a camp of real bandits, are captured a second time, and then escape again. Flee ing on foot from the bandit camp, they find the horse belonging to Sheriff Bob Wells, Sally’s fiance, who is at the head of a posse sear ching for the “bandits" who held up Mr. Underwood. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY “Say, are you trying to get me nervous about this?” demanded the Wreck. “Because you’re wasting time, if you are. I can just eat this.”- Sally eyed him with a speculative look as he began running his fing ers through the mane of the black horse. *She had never seen the Wreck looking quite so buoyant. Presently she began to laugh. “I wish Bob Wells could see ' you,” she said. “Yes?” “Oh, you needn’t get belligerent. J’m laughing at Bob. He’d either curl up and die or shoot you. I don’t know which.” The Wreck shrugged and eased himself in the saddle. Then he be gan laughing himself. “Well, w hat do we do next, Sal ly’(” “Keep moving, I suppose.” Constipation lays you wide open to other diseases—relieve it with Kellogg’s Bran ~ , n L • 6 cl*a»ce» [with conetipa tion! This terrible ailment can Bend poisons into your system which may lead to serious diseases. The longer those poisons accumulate, the more dangerous they become. Begin at once to tree your system from them. Eat Kellogg’s Bran. 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Cook it with hot cereals. Try it in wonderful bran muflms, bread, griddle cakes and other recipes given on every package. Kellogg’s Bran is the road back' health. It is made in Battle Creek and is semd in individual packages at the leading hotels and clubs every* where. Ask for it at your reatauranU It xa eold by all grocers, we ought to go up to the top for a better look.” i CHAPTER XX’IJ THE WRECK SURRENDERS It was not the highest c. the hills, but it was bare at the top, so that it afforded them a pano rama that boxed the compass. “I’m sure that streak off to the north,” said Sally, “is the mam road.” The Wreck nodded his agree ment. . „ “I’ve about made up my mind, said Sally, “to go back to the Bar- M. 1 don’t want you to think I’m a quitter. But I’m not sure that I have any errands in Chicago, not now at any rate.” “That’s all right.” “Saddle sore?” she asked sud denly. “No!” “I think if you could always ride the sheriff’s horse, Henry 1 , ,you d overcome your prejudice—provid ed the sheriff happened to be waut it.” He grinned. The Wreck was glancing in the direction where he thought Pitts burg lay when his eye v.as attract ed by a movement of something in the meadow below them. “What’s that? he asked, point ing. “Two horses, with riders,” said Sally piomtly. “And they’re fol lowing our trail.” z “I left the rifle hanging on the saddle,” he said, sheepishly. “Let’s hustle down and get it. Besides, we want our own horses.” Half running, half sliding, they started down the steep hillside. “Keep behind the rocks and trees as much as you can.” she ad vised. They dodged into cover where ever they could find it, working down-hill in a Jzigzag course to ward the spot where they left the horses. The horses were not in sight. “I’m afraid they’ drifted down toward the meadow,” she said What do you think we’d better do?” “Keep going.” “But if they reach the horses first.—” “We’ve got to take a chance. Maybe it’s nobody who’ll bother us, p.nyhow.” She had misgivings on that score, but follow-ed him as he took the lead. A few minutes late when he was several yards in advance, she saw him stop abruptly- and make a signal for caution. He pointed to an opening in the trees. “It’s your friend and somebody else,,” he whispered. The Wreck was right. Bob Wells, dismounted, had recovered his own horse and 'was subject ing it to a critical scrunity. With him was a man whom Sally had never seen before. “Out of lucck again,” she groan cd. “Oh, they haven’t got us yet said the Wreck, confidently. “But they will.” Presently >the sheriff began ex amining the ground and Sally pin ched the Wreck’s arm. "There—he’s looking up. 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Deck, a carpenter of Plymouth, 0., is 65 years old— but his eye is better and his aim straighter than ever. He proved it by winning the Grand American Handicap in the Amateur Trap shooting Association of Ameri ca’s shot at Dayton, 0., with a score of 97 out of 100. The rifle he used only cost him sl6. After it was all over, he declined all dinner invitations and slipped home quietly. But he was richer by $l5O and a gold medal set with a diamond. There was a big boulder handy; they stepped behind' it and flat tened themselves. “What’ll we do?” asked ballj- •‘We might work around to the Ihidf/’ he 'suggested. ‘But they’re coming now.” Up the steep slope they could see. the sheriff and his companion. , “Well, I guess this is the finisn. she said, grimly. “Listen,” whispered the Wreck, “you stay here.” “Where are you going? sue seized his arm. “I’ve got a scheme. Leave it to me.” “We’re both in this together, Henry—” “Let me go,” said the Wreck, fiercely. “I know what I m doing. She released his arm. “Please be careful, Henry. Please!” “Sure.” He spoke jauntily. Rising suddenly to his feet, he winked reassuringly. “So-long, Sally. You stay right here until you’re sent for ” He stepped out from behind the boulder. J3he watched him wi.h wondering eyes. Why—he was surrendering. The Wreck’s hands wore lifted in the an- as he strode down the trail. He had not gone half a doz en paces when the sheriff’s gun covered him. “Heigho,” said the Wreck, "looking for anybody?” Bob Wells stared, and as lie he stared his mouth opened wide. “Well I’m a son of a gun!” he gasped. - “Uh-fiuh,” assented the Wreck. “What’s the idea?” “It’s the four-eyed dude!” said the sheriff, in a voice of wonder. “Sure.” The second man joined the sher iff, and both stared incredulously at the spectacled Wreck. “So it was you who stole my horse,” said Bob Wells. “Just utilized him,” said the Wreck. “And you’ve been running a stick-up game!” The Wreck grinned. “I decline to answer, on the usu al grounds,” he remarked. “You i needn’t keep that gun on me unless you’re nervous.” The sheriff’s glance roved the hill-side. “Where’s your gang?” he askea suddenly. “Well, if I was sheriff,” drawled the Wreck, “And if I thought there was anybody else I wanted, I’d go and look for ’em.” “What would you be doing with two horses if you didn’t have some body else with you?” “I’m a trick rider.” Bob Wells stood glowering. “You’re a fresh bird,” he mut tered. The Wreck began playing with a handful of pebbles. “We’ll get your gang anyhow.” said the sheriff: The Wreck was humming a tune Suddenly Bob Wells remembered something. “Where’s that flivver of yours?” This was newsf to the Wreck. He had supposed that the flivver was also captive. “She’s in Montana,” he said archly. Just then Bob Wells remembered another thing, and it startled him. “What became of Sally Mor gan?” “Oh, she got her train.” “If I had the least suspicion she didn’t,” said the sheriff slowly, “I'd shoot you where you sit.” Bob Wells turned for a whisper ed consultation with his companion. “Well, no more nonsense,” said Tuesday afternoon, September 9, the sheriff, “Lead us to your gang.” “Nobody around here, sheriff.” “Going to make us take a look, are you?” “I’m not making you.” The Wreck’s only hope now was that Sally had managed to disap pear. He wanted to keep her out of it, at any cost. “We’ll take him along with vs Jim,” said the sheriff. “You keep a good eye on him.” “You’re a big fathead,” said the Good to the Last Drop 4 OVMcSiM r I'H ■ JB j A -iL u-WI i .wfly /?? x Z OJ P* Ors! ... m ijflan u-1 THE finest coffees of the world are brought to the five Cheek- Neal plants, cleaned, roamed and blended then packed in the sealed cans. But the process which is the true reason Jor the delightful flavor of Jlaxwell House is one of intelligently using the skill that fifty years experience has taught. The flavor of Maxwell House Coffee is dependable, unchanging, always “Good to the Last Drop.” MAXWELL HOUSE Coffee • Wreck, irrelevantly. ’ < | Out from behind her boulder stepped Sally Morgana, her eye , very bright and her cheeks red under the tan. She walked briskly into the group. “Hell!” he cried. The corn-fed girl of yesterday now was a corn-fed daughter of today, but it is a different kind of corn.
