February 19, 1939 (vol. 49, iss. 99) • Page Image 11
…I j ------ ...... BLOOD JUSTICE WIR DANKEN UNSER FUEH HerveHaufler . , . by Seymour S. I ,.M ,EPTH entered Drury Montgom- ery's shack as easily as the fingers of wind that poked through the chinks between the logs. Old Drury diee like an animal -without much fuss. He died with a laugh on his fever-cracked lips. "I'm sure I'm goin' to Hell, Lizpeth," he said. "The Devil has already set me on fire." Drury wasn't accustomed to laughin...…