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THE LONE STAR RANGER
A Thrilling Texas Border Story
ZANE GREY
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"Tba time of the ■torjr* ebout UTB The
place: The Tsui cow country. The chief
character: Buckley Duane. a youn* man
who haj Inherited a lust to kill, which he
suppresses. In ielf-defenga he shoots dead
• drunken bully and !■ forced to_flee to
telle him about Jennie, a young girl who
had been abducted and sold to Bland for a
bad fate. They determine to rescue the
girl and restore her to civilisation. Eu-
chre has Just r< i tuinoltered, and 1s re-
porting the outlook to Buck. Euchre Is
Wiled. Buck kills Bland and Is danger-
ously wounded by Mrs. Bland, but ee-
eapes with Jennie. Jennie is abducted.
Buck never sees her again, but kills bar
abductor
Have you ever deliberately
taken a chance where the odds
were three to one that you
would be killed? If you aaw
your child fall Into deep water,
It la likely that you would Im-
mediately plunge In and try. to
aave him without reaeonlng the
chances agalnet your safety.
8uppoee that your wife or sla-
ter we're held captive In a house
by an prmed maniac who intend-
ed to kill any would-ty} rescuer:
would you go and try'to pacify
that maniac? Read this Install-
ment See what desperate
chances Buck Duane took to
prove hla Innocence of a foul
crime.
CHAPTER Xlll.
f CHAPTER XII—Continued.
Duane has Just escaped Into the un-
tie rb rush from a posse Intent on lynch-
ing him.
The Rio Grande and Its tributaries
for the moat of their length In Texaa
ran between- wide, low, flat landa cov-
ered by a dense growth of willow.
Cottonwood, mesqulte, prickly pear,
and other growths mingled with the
willow, and altogether they made a
matted, tangled copse, a thicket that
an inexperienced man would have
considered Impenetrable.
The depths of this brake Duane had
penetrated was a silent, dreamy,
strange place. In the middle of the
day the light was weird and dim.
"When a breere fluttered the foliage,
then slender shafts and spears of sun-
shine pierced the green mantle and
danced like gold on the ground.
Dunn* had always felt the strange-
ness of thla kind of place, and like-
wise he had felt a protecting, harbor-
ing something which always seemed to
him to be the sympathy of the brake
lor a hunted creature. Any unwound-
«d creature, strong and resourceful,
was safe when he had glided under
the low, rustling green roof of this
wild covert.
Duane wanted to cross the river
If that was possible, and, keeping in
the brake, work his way upstream till
bo had reached country more hospit-
able. He pushed on. His left drm
had to be favored, as he could scarcely
wove it. Ubiug his right to spread
■the willows, he slipped sideways be-
tween them and made fast time.
Finally after a toilsome penetration
of still denser brush he broke through
to the bank of the river.
He faced a wide, shallow, muddy
stream with brakes on the opposite
bank extending like Vgreen and yellow
lifted Enough Water to Quench His
Thirst.
wall. Duane perceived at a glance
the futility of his trying to cross at
thla point Everywhere the sluggish
water laved quicksand bars. Before
leaving the bank he tied his hat upon
a polo and lifted enough water to
quench his thirst Then he worked,
bis way hack to where thinner growth
made advancement easier, and kept on
upstream till the shadows were so
deep he could not see. Feeling around
for a place big enough to stretch out
on, he luy down. For the time b6!ng
he *ns as safe there aa he would have
been beyond In the Rim Rock. He was
tired, though not exhausted, and in
•plte of the throbbing pain In hla arm
be dropped ut once into sieei^
How long Duane was traveling out
of that region he never knew. Rut he
reached farfilllar country and found a
rancher who had before befriended
him. Here his arm was attended to;
he had food and sleep; and In a couple
of weeks he waa himself again.
When the time came for Duane to
ride away on hla endless trail his
friend reluctantly Imparted the in-
formation that some thirty miles south,
near the village of Shirley, there was
posted at a certain cross-road a re-
ward for Buclc Duane dead or alive.
Duane had heard of such notices, but
he had never seen one. His friend's
reluctance and refusal to atate for
what particular deed this reward was
offered roused Duane's curiosity.
Abruptly he decided to ride over there
and find out who wanted him dead or
alive, and why.
Toward afternoon, from the top of
a long hill, Duane saw the green fields
and trees and shining roofs of a town
he considered must be Shirley. And at
the bottom of the hill he came upon
an Intersecting road. There was a
placard nailed on the cross-road sign-
post. Duane drew rein near it and
leaned close to read tbfc faded print
••$1,000 REWARD FOR BUCK
DUANE DEAD OR ALIVE^" Peering
closer to read the finer, more faded
print, Duane learned that he was want-
ed for the murder of Mrs. Jeff Aiken
at her ranch near Shirley. The month
September was named, but the date
was illegible. The reward was offered
by the woman's husband, whose name
appeared with that of a sheriffs st
the bottom of the placard.
Duane read the thing twice. When
he straightened he was sick with the
horror of hla /ate, wild with passion
at those misguided fools who could
believe that he had banned a woman.
A dark, paaalonate fury possessed
him. It shook him like a storm shakes
the oak. When it passed, leaving him
cold, with clouded brow and piercing
eye, him mind was set Spurring his
horse, he rode straight toward the
village.
Shirley appeared to be a large, pre-
tention country town. A branch of
some railroad terminated there. The
main street was wide, bordered by
trees and commodious houses, and
many of the stores were of brick.
large plaza shaded by giant cotton-
wood occupied a central location.
Duane pulled his running horse and
baited him, plunging and snorting, be-
fore a group of idle men who lounged
on benchea in the shade of a spread-
ing cottonwood. How many times had
Duane seen Jufjt that kind of lazy
shirt-sleeved Texas group! Not often,
however, had he rfeen such placid,
lolling, good-natured men change their
expression, their attitude so swiftly.
His advent apparently was momentous.
They evidently took him for an un-
usual visitor. So far as Duane could
tell, not one of them recognised him,
bad a hint of his identity
He slid off hla horse and threw the
bridle.
"I'm Buck Duane," he salfl. "I saw
that placard—out there on a sign-post.
It's a damn lie! Somebody find this
man Jeff Aiken. I want to see him."
His announcement was taken in ab-
solute silence. That was the only
effect he noted, for he-avoided looking
at these villagers. The reasop was
simple enough; Duhne felt himself
•Overcome with emotion. The& were
tears in his eyes. He sat down on a
bench; put' his elbows on his knees
and his hands to his face. For once
tre had absolutely no concern for his
fate. This ignominy was the last
straw.
Presently, however, he became
aware of some kind of commotion
among these villagers. He beard
whispering, low, hoarse voices, then
the shuffle of rapid feet moving away.
All at once a violent hand jerked his
gun from its holster. When Duane
rose a gaunt" man, livid of fare, shak-
ing like a leaf, confronted him with
his own gun.
♦•Hands up, thar, you Ruck Duane I"
he roared, waving the gun.
That appeared to be the cue for
pandemonium to break loose. Several
men lay hold of his arms and pinioned
them behind his back. Resistance was
useless even if Duane ha,d had the
spirit One of them fetched his
baiter from his saddle, and with this
they bound him helpless.
People were running now from the
street, the stores, the houses. Old
men, cowboys, clerks, boys, ranchers
came on the trot The crowd grew.
The Increasing clamor began to at-
tract women as well as men. A group
of girls ran up, then hung back in
fright anfl pity.
The presence of cowboys made a
difference. They split up the crowd,
got to Duane, and lay hold of him
with rough, businesslike han^s. One
of them lifted his fists and roared at
the frenzied mob to fall back, to stop
the racket He beat them back Into a
circle; but it was some little time be-
fore the hubbul quieted down so a
voice could be heard.
"——shut up, will you-all?" he was
yelling. "Give us a chance to hear
somethln'. Easy now—soho. There
ain't nobody goln* to bd hort Tbet'a
right; everybody quiet now. Let's see
what's come off.H
This cowboy, evidently one of
authority, or at least one erf strong
personality, turned to the gaunt man,
who still waved Duane's gun.
Abe, put the gun down," he said.
'It might go off. Here, give It to me.
ow, what's wrong? Who's this roped
gent, an' what's he done?"
The gaunt fellow, who appeared now
about to collapse, lifted a shaking
hand and pointed.
Thet thar feller—he's Buck
Duane!" he panted.
An angry murmur ran throngh the
surrounding crowd.
The rope! The rope! Throw It
over a branch! String him up I" cried
an excited villager.
Abe, how do you know this fellow
is Buc^ Dunne?" the cowboy asked,
sharply.
Why—he said so," replied the msn
called Abe.
What!" came the exclamation. In-
credulously.
It's a tarnal fact," panted Abe,
waving his hand Importantly. He
was an old man and appeared to be
carried away with the significance of
his deed: "He like to rid' his boss
right over us-all. Then he Jumped off,
says he was Buck Duane, an* he want-
ed to see Jeff Aiken bad."
This speech caused a second com-
motion as noisy though not so enduring
as the first When the cowboy, assist-
ed by s couple of his mates, had re-
stored order again, someone had
slipped the noose-end of Duane's rope
over his head.
-Up with him I" screeched a wild-
eyed youth.
The mob surged closer was shoved
back by the cowboys.
"Abe, If he's Buck Duane how'n hell
did you get hold of his gun?" bluntly
queried the cowboy.
Why—he set down thar—an' he
kind of hid his fsce on his hand. An'
faces, like tbe men. Some were young
and comely, and most of these seemed
agitated by excitement or distress.
Tbey cast fearful pitying glances up-
on Duane as he stood there with that
noose around his neck. Women were
more human than men, Duane thought.
He met eyes that dilated, seemed
fascinated at his gaze, but were not
averted. It was the old women who
were voluble, loud In expression of
their feelings.
"Thar comes Jeff Aiken now," called
a man, loudly.
The crowd shifted and trampled In
eagerness.
Duane saw two men coming fast
one of whom, In the lead, was of stal-
wart build. He had a gun In his hand,
and his manner was that of fierce en-
lift as he went up. Then the cowboy's
hard face softened in a smile.
"I reckon it ain't uncivil of me to
say—hit that road quick!" he said,
frankly.
He led the horse out of the crowd.
Aiken Joined him, and between them
they escorted Duane across the plaza.
The crowd appeared Irresistibly drawn
to follow
Aiken paused with his big hand on
Duane's knee. In It unconsciously
probably, he still held the gun.
"Duane, a word with you," he said.
"I believe you're not so black as you've
ergy.
The cowboy Slbert thrufet open the
Jostling circle of men.
"Hold on, Jeff," he called, and he
blocked th* man with the gun. He
spoke so low Duane could not hear
what he said, and his form hid Aiken's
fsce. At that Juncture the crowd
spread out closed In, and Aiken and
Slbert were caught in the circle. There
was a pushing forward, a pressing of
many bodies, hoarse cries and flinging
hands—again the Insane tumult was
about to break out—the demand for
on outlaw's blood, the call for u wild
Justice executed a thousand times be-
fore on Texas' bloody soil.
Slbert bellowed at the dark en-
croaching mass. The cowboys with
him beat and cuffed in vain.
"Jeff, will you listen?" broke In Sl-
bert, hurriedly, his hands on the other
man's arm.
Aiken nodded coolly. Duane, who
had seen many men in perfect control
of themselves under circumstances like
these, recognized the spirit that domi-
nated Aiken. He was white, cold,
passionless. There were lines of bitter
grief deep round his lips. If Duane
ever felt the meaning of death he felt
it then.
"Sure this 's your game, Aiken,'
said Slbert "But hea: me a minute.
I reckon you'd better hold on till you
hear what he has to say,
Then for the first time the drawn-
faced, hungry-eyed giant turned his
gaze upon Duane. He had intelligence
which was not yet subservient to pas-
sion. * Moreover, he seemed the kind
of man Duane would care to have
Judge him In a critical moment like
this.
"Listen," said Duane, gravely, with
his eyes steady on Aiken's, Tm Buck
Duane. I never lied to any man in my
life. I was forced into outlawry. I've
never had a chance to leave the
country. I'*® killed men to save my
own life. I rode thirty miles to-day—
deliberately to see what this reward
was, who made It what for. When I
read the placard I went sick to the
bottom of my soul. So I rode in here
to find you—to tell you this: I never
saw Shirley before to-day. It was im-
possible for me to have—killed your
wife. Last September I was two
hundred miles north of here on the
upper NueCes. I can prove that. Men
who know me will tell you I couldn't
murder a woman. I haven't any idea
why such a deed should be laid at
my hands. It's Just that wild border
gossip. And see here, Aiken. You un-
derstand I'm a miserable man. I'm
about broken, I guess. I don't care
any more for life, for anything. If
you can't look me In the eyes, man to
"It Ain't Hlml"
been painted. I wlab there was time
to say more. Tell me this, anyway.
Do you know the Ranger Captain Mac-
Nelly?"
*1 do not" replied Duane, in sur-
prise.
"I met him only a week ago over in
Fairfield," went on Aiken, hurriedly.
"He declared you never killed my wife.
I didn't believe hlm—argued with him.
We almost had hard words over it
Now—I'm sorry. The last thing he
said was: 'If you ever see Duane
don't kill htm. Send him into my
camp after dark!' He meant some-
thing strange. What—I can't say.
But he was right, and-1 was wrong.
If Lucy had batted an eye I'd have
killed you. Still, I wouldn't advise you
to hunt up MacNelly's camp. He'r
clever. Maybe he believes there's no
treachery In his new ideas of ranger
tactics. I tell you for all it's worth.
Good-by. May God help you further
as he did this day!"
Duane said good-by and touched the
horse with his spurs.
"So long, Buck!" called Slbert, with
that frank smile breaking warm over
his brown face; and he held his
sombrero high.
If you are
interested
CHAPTER XIV.
When Duane reached the crossing
of the roads the name Fairfield on
the sign-post seemed to be the thing
that tipped the oscillating br^ame of
PHHI I decision in favor of'that direction. If
man, and believe what I say—why, by | he |ja(j driven to hunt up Jeff
"How'n Hell Did You Get His Gun?"
I grabbed his gun an' got the drop on
him."
What the cowboy thought of this
waa expressed In a laugh. His mates
likewise grinned broadly. Then the
leader turned to Djuane.
"Stranger, I reckon you'd better
speak up for yourself," he said.
That stilled the crowd as no com-
mand had done. "I'm Buck Duane,
all right," said Duane, quietly. "It "was
tills way—"
The big cowboy seemed to vibrate
with a shock. All the ruddy warmth
left his face; his Jaw began to bulge;
the corded veins In his neck stood out
in knots. In an instant he had a hard,
stern, strange loos, ne shot out
powerful hand that fastened In the
front of Duane's blouse.
'Somethln* queer here. But If
you're Duane you're sure In bad. Any
fool ought to know that You mean
It then?"
•'I'm Duane; yes. But I won't stand
for the blame of things I never did.
That's why Pm here. 1 saw that pla-
card out there offering the reward.
Until now I never was within half a
day's ride of this town. I'm blatned
for what I never did. I rode In here,
told who I was, asked somebody to
send for Jeff Aiken."
"An' th^n you iet down an' let this
old guy throw your own gun on you?"
queried the cowboy in amazement.
"I guess that's It" replied Dusn'te.
"Well, it's powerful strange, If you're
really Buck Duane what do you want
to see Aiken for?"
"I wanted to face him, to tell him I
never harmed his wife."
"Suppose we send for Aiken an' he
hears you an' doesn't believe you;
what then?"
If he won't believe me—why, then
my case's so bad—rd be better off
dead."
A momentary silence was broken by
Blbert
"If this Isn't a queer deal! Boys,
reckon we'd better send for Jeff."
"8omebody went fer him. He'll be
comln' soon," replied a man.
Duane stood a head taller than that
circle of curious faces. He gazed out
above and beyond them. It was In this
way that be chanced to see a number
of women on ths outskirts of the
crowd. Boat wara old, wlU kard
God I you can kill me!'
Aiken heaved a great breath.
"Buck Duane, whether I'm im-
pressed or not by what you say need-
matter. You've had accusers.
n't
Justly or unjustly, as will soon appear.
The thing is we can prove you In-
nocent or guilty.- My girl Lucy saw
my wife's assailant"
He motioned for the crowd of men
to open up.
Somebody—you, Slbert—go for
Lucy. That '11 settle this thing."
Duane heard as a man In an ugly
dream. The faces around him, tho
hum of voices, all seemed far off. Ills
life hung by the merest thread. Yet
he did not think of that so much as
of the brand of a woman-murderer
which might be soon sealed upon
him by a frightened, imaginative child.
Tho crowd trooped apart and closed
again. Duane caught a blurred linage
of a slight girl clinging to Slbert's
hand. He .could not see distinctly.
Aiken lifted the child, whispered sooth-
ingly to her not to be afraid. Then
he fetched her closer to Duane.
"Lucy, tell me. Did you ever see
this man before?" asked Aiken, huskily
and low. "Is he the one—who came
In the house that day—struck you
down—and dragged mama—?"
Aiken's voice failed.
A lightning flash seemed to clear
Duane's blurred sight He saw a
pale, sad face and violent eyes fixed
In gloom and horror upon his. No
horrible moment In Duane's life ever
equaled this one of silence—of sus-
pense.
"It ain't him 1" cried the child.
Then Slbert was flinging the noose
off Duane's neck snd unwinding the
bonds round his arms. The spellbound
crowd awoke to hoarse exclamations.
"See there, my locoed gents, how
easy you'd hang the wroug man,"
burst out the cowboy, as he made the
rope-end hiss. "You-all are a lot of
wise rangers, naw! haw I"
He freed Duane and thrust the bone-
handled gun back in Duane's holster.
••You Abe, there. Reckon you pulled
s stunt! But don't try the like again.
And, men, I'll gamble there's a hell of
a lot of bad work Buck Duane'a named
for—which all he never done. Clear
away there. Where's his hoss? Duane,
the road's open out of Shirley."
Slbert swept the gaping watchers
aside and pressed Duane toward the
horse, which another cowboy held.
Iftrhri"1'**''? Duane mounted, CaU ft
Aiken, now he was called to find this
unknown ranger captain. In Duane's
state of mind clear reasoning, com-
mon sense, or keenness were out of
the question, ne went because he felt
he was compelled.
Dusk had fallen when he rode into
a town which inquiry discovered to
be Fairfield.
There did not appear to be any
camp on tbe outskirts ^>f. the town.
But as Duane sat his horse, peering
around and undecided what further
move to make, he caught the glint of
flickering lights through the darkness.
Heading toward them he saw the mov-
ing forms of men and heard horses.
He advanced naturally, expecting any
moment to be halted.
"Who goes there?" came the sharp
call out of the gloom.
Duune pulled his horse. The gloom
was Impenetrable.
"One man—alone," replied Duane.
"What do you want?"
"I'm trying to find the ranger camp."
"You'vo struck it What'* > your
errand?"
"I want to see Captain MacNelly."
"Get down and advance. Slow.
Don't move your hands. It'i dark,
but I can see."
Duane dismounted, and, leading his
horse, slowly advanced a few paces.
He saw a dully bright object—a gun-
before he discovered the man who
held It A few more steps showed a
dark figure blocking the trail. Here
Duane halted.
"Here, ranger, understand this. My
visit is peaceful—friendly If you'll let
it be. Mind, I was asked to come
here—after dark."
Duane's clear, penetrating vcice
carried far. The listening rangers at
the camp-fire heard what he said.
"Ho, Pickens I Tell that fellow to
wait" replied an authoritative voice.
Then a slim figure detached Itself
from the dark, moving group at the
camp-fire and hurried out
"Better be foxy, Cap," ahouted
ranger, in warning.
"Shut up—all of yon," was the re-
ply.
This officer, obviously Captain Msc-
Nelly, soon Joined the two rangers
who were confronting Duane. He had
no fear. He strode straight up to
Duane.
•Tm MacNelly," be said mU youTe
my man, don't mention your nam<
yet"
All this seemed strang* In Duaaa, In
keeping with much thr" had happened
lately- ^ M 14
"I met Jeff Aiken to-day." said
Duane. "He sent me—"
"You've met Aiken 1" exr*almed
MacNelly, sharp, eager, low. *4Jy all
that's bully I" Then he appe«eM to
catch himself, to grow restrained
"Men. fall back, leave na slone a
moment"
The rangers slowly withdrew.
"Buck Duane I It's you?" hs
whispered, eagerly.
"Yes."
"If I give you my word you'll not
be arrested—you'll be treated fairly—
will you come into camp and consult
with me?"
"Certainly."
"Duane, I'm sure glad to meet yod."
went on MacNelly; and he extended
his hand.
Amazed and touched, scarcely realiz-
lng this actuality, Duane gave his hand
and felt an unmistakable grip of
warmth.
"It doesn't seem natural. Captain
MacNelly. but I believe I'm glad to
meet you," said Duane, soberly.
-You will be. Now we'll go bsck to
camp. Keep your identity mum for the
present."
He led Duane In the direction of the
camp-fire.
"Pickens, go bsck on duty," he
ordered, "and, Beeson, yon look after
this horse."
When Duane got beyond the line
of mesqulte, which had hid a good
view of the camp site, he saw a group
of perhaps fifteen rangers sitting
around the fires, nesr a long, low shed
where horses were feeding, and
small adobe house at one side.
•'We've Just had grub, but I'll see you
get some. Then we'll talk," said
MacNelly. *Tve taken up temporary
quarters here. Have a rustler Job on
hand. Now, when you've eaten, come
right into the house."
Duane was hungry, but he hurried
through the ample supper that was
set before him, urged on by curiosity
and astonishment While eating he
had bent keen eyes around him. After
a first quiet scrutiny the rangers ap
parently paid no more attention to
him. They were all veterans in serv-
ice—Duane saw that—and rugged,
powerful men of Iron constitution.
Despite a general conversation of
carnpflre nsture, Duane was not de-
ceived about tbe fact that his advent
had been an unusual and striking one,
which hsd caused an undercurrent of
conjecture and even consternation
among them. These rangers were too
well trained to appear openly curious
about their captain's guest."' As it
was, Duane felt a suspense that must
have been due to a hint of his
Identity.
He was not long in presenting him-
self at the door of the house.
"Come in and have a chair," said
MacNelly, motioning for the pne other
occupant of the room to rise. "Leave
us. Russell, and close the door. I'll
be through these reports right off."
MacNelly sat at a table upon which
was a lamp and various papers. Seen
in the light he was a fine-looking,
soldierly man of about forty years,
dark-haired and dark-eyed, with a
bronzed face, shrewd, stern, strong, yet
not wanting In kindliness. He scanned
hastily over some papers, fussed with
them, and finally put them In enve-
lopes. Settling back In his chair, he
faced Duane, making a vain attempt
to hide what must have been the ful-
filment of a long-nourished curiosity.
"Duane, I've been hoping for this
for two years," he began.
Duane smiled a little—a smile that
felt strange on his face. He had never
in purity first
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nd frogs, and had assumed a derisive
attitude In consequence. She appealed
to the man principal, who replied:
"Next time you have the class let me
; now. I think I can settle Johnnie."
lie wns duly called In. ami all went
well at first. With confidence the
principal said at the conclusion of the
lesson: "Now, you may each ask me
. ne question."
Johnnie had been silent up to this
time. When it came to his turn he
rose and asked:
"Has a <luck eyebrows?"—Louisville
Courier-Journal.
Going to Extremes.
Blondlne—Gerty Olddlgad certainly
has the shopping habit developed to a
science.
Itrunetta—Likes it, you mean?
"1 mean that she always Insists on
goitig where she can got the most for
her nionqy."
"That's natural, IhiiYW?''
"In most cases, yes, but there are ex-
ceptions."
•I'd like to know what they are?"
"Well, for Instance, the other day 1
found her In the arcadeHrylug to as-
certain which machine would give her
the most for her mone>* when she
weighed herself on the scales."—
Youngstown Telegram.
But if a man Is Inclined to be foolish
I h silk hat won't save him.  
"Corns In and Have a Chair."
been much of a talker. And speech
here seemed more than ordinarily diffi-
cult.
MacNelly must have felt that
He looked long and earnestly at
Dusne, and his quick, nervous manner
changed to grave thoughtfulness.
"Ever hear from home since you
left Wellstonr' he ssked, sbruptly.
"No," replied Duane, sadly.
"That's tough. I'm glad to be sble
to tell you that up to Just lately your
mother, sister, uncle—all your folks,
I believe—were well. Tve kept posted.
But haven't hea'd lately."
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Wh«t do you thing th«t Cap-
tain MacNelly haa In atora for
Duanat Will Duana aver Can-
aan! te go to prlaant
(TO BB COMT1MIWD4
Instead of
Worrying
about the high cost of
living, just buy a pack-
age of
Grape-Nats
—still sold at the same
fair price.
Enjoy a morning dish
of this delicious food,
and smile over the fact
that you've had a good
breakfast and
Saved Money
Isn't that a fair start
for any day?