Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1920)

Photoplay Magazine — Advertising Section The Round'Up (Continued) "If you don't go, Dick, I'll stand up and let them get me." Payson sprang up and Dick pulled himself up beside him. The Indians shouted and fired in volley. Both men went down, Jack with a broken arm, Dick shot through the lungs. The Indians were creeping up for a rush when they heard the clatter of hoofs and the sounds of a bugle. The Fort Grant cavalry had come. The rattle of carbines swept the scene. Swiftly the troopers rounded up the Indians, among them desperate Buck McKee, badly wounded. They gathered at the spring, the troopers. Sheriff Slim and his posse with Bud Lane. They found Dick Lane dead, and Jack Payson, wounded and grieving, beside him. Bud drew Sheriff Slim over to Buck McKee. "Now, Buck, you're 'bout done, tell the sheriff all about it — all about Old Man Terrill." Haltingly and with pain, the halfbreed told of the express robbery. He ended with a plea. "And don't be too hard on Bud — he's a good kid." The sheriff looked at Bud, then down at the halfbreed. McKee was dead. Without a word Bud handed the sheriff a roll of bills, carried concealed in his shirt. The sheriff felt the body of McKee and discovered a similar roll tied with a rawhide thong. "Bud — " Slim spoke slowly. "Only you and me know about this little deal. Go straight from now on and I'm forgettin' I ever knew it." When the homebound posse neared the Sweetwater, Jack Payson spoke to the sheriff. "I'm going straight home — you stop by the Bar-i and tell the folks." Payson found Sagebrush at the house when he entered. "Where's Echo?" "Boss, she's been living at the Bar-i ever since you left." Sagebrush averted his face. Jack went slowly into the house and threw himself into a chair with bowed head. So this was the end of it all — to lose everything. AT the Bar-i Sheriff Slim was telling his tale to Uncle Jim Allen and Polly and all the rest. Echo lingered inside the door listening. " — And Now Jack's gone right home to Sweetwater," Slim concluded. Echo, riding crop in hand, emerged from the door, looking neither to right nor left. "Where you going, Echo?" her father called after her. "I am going home to my husband." Sheriff Slim rolled a cigarette and sighed — "Hell ! Nobody loves a fat man." 115 Paradise? WITHIN a temple, Whose walls are of virgin marble, And with trellises of beaten gold And windows of crystal Sits a damozel wickedly beautiful. . . . Nubian slaves fetch richly laden Baskets heavy with pomegranates And purple figs and yellow grapes . . . And they bear great flagons Of crimson wine! Ah, is this a vista of Paradise? Na-a-aw! , . . Movies! Justin Fair. reemans FACE POW^DER TO tKe woman whose complexion must withstand the critical scrutiny of friend and rival only the finest and most carefully selected powder is acceptable. Look in YourMirror: Is your complex ion rough, coarse, sallow, or have you brown spots, blacklieacis, etc, ? If so,BK.\I!TI<)l.A will njaketliesennpleasant features disappear. Beautiola instantly si v^ that Soft, vki.vety chii.dOke BEAUTY vou l€>ve to see. Guaranteed to please every customer or money refunded, l-ull size box, $1. If voiir druggist or dealer cannot supply you, order direct from us. MTG or eTla r. berrv toilet prep's. ST.UOUIS, U.S.A. Have a place to attach your Electrical Appliances without disturbing bulbs. Light and Power or Light and Heat from every single electric socket. At your Dealer's OR »IJ5 EACH V "Every wired home needs three or more" BENJAMIN ELECTRIC MFG. CO. Quality Dominant When you write to advertisers please mention PHOTOPLAY MAGAZINE.