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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1929-04-18, Page 7THEEXETERTIMES-ADVOCATE : • • ' 1 • • • 4. . i ... .. . ■ £ This unquestionab \ is the finest green t L I i d i " * a, £1 'W y 4 r « JA; iii i W I WHISPERING SHOE — by Harry Sinclair Drago and Joseph Noel ■—....mi ........................................................ . BEGIN HERE TODAY The Basques of Paradise Valley, at the instigation of Buch Bodine, new owner of the old Webster place, blow up a dam built by Dick Acklin, big boss of the Double A ranch. Mercedes Arrascada tries’ to save the dam by jumping aboard a float bearing dynamite to the dam. The -float catches fire and Mercedes is rescued by Kildare, one of A'cklin’s men. Es­ teban Arrascada is severely wounded in the skirmish which ensues. offajestic COMBINED ELECTRIC RADIO I and PHONOGRAPH §48522 COMPLETE WITH NINE TUBES JUST a turn of the dial—and* instantly you switch from radio to phonograph—and back again, as your mood dictates. To appreciate the fine quality, | the* amazing performance, the simplicity' of this great instruments—you must gee, hear and try it I Cabinet of beautifully matched butt burl walnut. Radio has' three stages of tuned radio frequency amplification, using R.F.L. balanced circuit Two stages audio amplification, the last stage using two 250-type. power tubes. Electric phonograph with . Majestic .electric pick-up and electric motor-driven turntable. Instantaneous volume control. | • • h CHAPTER XXIX.—(Con’d) ' His head fell forward, The little circle of men grew quiet. Blaze put his ear to the boy’s heart. "He’s not dead," he breathed hope­ fully. ‘Somebody 'get my horse. I’m going to get him to a doctor. God knows, he may have a chance.” Acklin said nothing as his men helped Kildare. "Where’ve you got Bodine?” demanded when Blaze had left. "Got him?” Cash questioned, ain’t gpt him nowhere,? "WJiLrf?” .. "No. I ain’t seen Bodine. I was just runnin’ a windy on the kid. I picked up the trail of three horses this evening. They had come in from Webster Creek. I’ve_ been chasin’ back and forth tryin’ to pick ’em up in the dark, or I’d ’a’ been here sooner.” "What made you think' Bodine was among them?” “Shucks! You don’t think there’s anyone else down there with the nerve or brains to do this tilling. It took an old hand to make a mine that would rip out that wall. I knew Bodine was 'behind the whole thing." "Who do you think was the third man?” Cash shook his head. rt he “I THCRSUiAY, APRIL 18th, 1020 ” ONE BOX ENDED HIS SUFFERINGS ................. • ;t Serious Bowel Condition Relieved by Basilio, In the next r.ora, began cryipg, "Somebody shut that hid up/’ Buck bellowed, Speculation as to AckE./s jllscom- fiture had worn itself out. Gloomy yawned. One of the others got up. "Guess I’ll turn in. The show’s over.” Buck had don© his share talking ip the time that since brain alien were said: "Boys, I don’t think you’d better roost her© tonight.” "We might scare the lady, eh?” Gloomy questioned. "Don’t you worry ’bout the jaay,” Buck said easily. "She don’t enter into it at all.” As a matter of truth Mercedes’ coming was” in part re­ sponsible for Bodine’s desir© to get his men away. . ✓ "We’ll have visitors before morn­ ing,” he went on; "and they won’t be ladies. Even if those two boys keep their mouths shut, Acklin may get the hunch that we were mixed up in this thing. I’ll bet his men are scouring th© hills right now. If they come here, Morrow might trip some of you Imys. If I’m alone, there won’t be anybody to do the answerin’ but me. Drift into the bills in back of old Lfotard’s place. Shorty’ll be along. If I build a fire tomorrow morning, come in. It’ll be all right. You better saddle up.” Buck fanned the coals in the kit­ chen. stove into a tiny flame when they had gone. Next he filled the coffee-pot. When he had set it on the fire, h© propped up his chair and fell to dreaming. > e Shorty had not yet reached the Rancho. Buck had sent him with a team and a light wagon, with in­ structions to take the short cut east of the cemetery in- Paradise. But he had been turned back and had •followed th© main road to Winne­ mucca almost to the Little Washoe before he dared to strike eastward to the hacienda. Mercedes and Melody had with similiar conditions. After eral unsuccessful attempts to across the valley, the poet found it necessary to retrace their way and get into the hills, where they had found- the old wood road that came down through Canon. • The girl was exhausted, wondered how she clung horse. He tried to cheer but it was a hopeless task, least tile twentieth time, he girl that some one must have taken Basilio to safety. He had no know­ ledge that warranted his certainty. His words sounded empty even to himself the last time he uttered them. So, in silence, they covered the last half-mile. After four unsuccessful attempts, Melody found a way through the choked creek­ bottom. He was i’n the lead, when they came out and was the first to catch sight of the flodd-swept home. Both wings of the house’ were gone. Not a sign remained of barns or corrals. Melody knew Mercedes had come up beside him, but he cou'ld not take his eyes, away from the ruins. The cowboy nerved himself to face the girl beside him. She was star­ ing fixedly at all that was left, of the once beautiful hacienda. It had been the -only home Mercedes had ever known. Every childhood mem­ ory centred within its walls. Under other circumstances its destruction would have crushed her; but she had .been through too much this night already. Her nerves and emotions had lost the power to re­ act to further torture. She. .was dazed by what she be­ held. She wanted to dash into the ruins and search with feverish haste ■for Basilio, but*a trance-like letli- iargy enveloped her. It frightened [Melody more than-tears. His voice quavered uncertainly as he spoke to her. "I’ll take a look inside, if you'll wait out here.” "No, I’ll go with you.” "You better not do that," the cowboy begged. "Things’ll be torn up pretty bad in there,” "But B-B-Basilio.” She hesitated over the word. * "I ten yotf; we won’t find him, Senorita. * He ain’t here." It Whs diis old assertion. Mercedes had moved .ahead of him. If she were determined to* search the ruins, it. would be useless for him to try to hold her back. It would he better to stay at her side and buck her up if $h© did find something. . It took him souie time to clear a passage, into the part of the house Which ,.ha*d escaped total destruction. A foot of mud and debris covered the-floors, Furniture, was piled on end. Groat holes gaped in the walls where th© plaster had given way. Melody found a lamp upstairs. Ho- called time after time.for the child before he came dftwib1' Msreedes had cried out, too, but they got no answer. With the. aid of the .light, (hoy went over th© wreckage care­ fully, but not a trace of the- child or the two old servants was to be had. Faith in his ewh prophecy began ■to grow in the 1‘o.tbitaired one. 1 knew somebody had got them ” he stated.' Maybe they Sot lost when they ........ tried to run/’ Mercedes murmured, mont, “I ain’t even 'got a guess/’ 'Acklin contorted his mouth nerv­ ously. i "No matter/* he said after an in­ terval. "We’ll make Bodin© tell before we get/through, “We’ll all Tide to t'he ranch first, I’m going to turn out every man we’ve got, Cash. .We’ll throw a circle over this country that no one’ll crawl through. If we pick up Bodine, he’ll be among the dear departed by morning/’ Morrow’s "byes bulged, "You meap. you’re goin’ to stretch him?” he gasped. “That’s exactly what I mead,” Acklin growled. of CHAPTER XXX - Among the Ruins Bodine had relieved Romero the responsibility of getting Mer­ cedes and Basilio out of the path of the flood. Finding Mercedes gone, Buck picked up the child” and dash­ ed for Webster Creek,. The explos­ ion came as he entered the ranch­ house. Shorty, lantern in hand, him inside. ■ "Guess ternooh,” that!” Taking fellow.followed the trail Esteban and Romero and he had taken that af­ ternoon. A few minutes’ search convinced him that his supposition was correct; intercedes had followed them into the .hills! Her only ob­ ject could have been to stop. them. Well, she had been too late, or had missed her brother altogether. It was the work of a minute to pen a note to her. To prove his point with the girl, he made the child scrawl an attempt at his name across the bottom of th© note. This accomplished, he sent Shorty to de­ liver it. Gloomy and the others lounged about the room. we had company he growled. “A Shorty’s lantern © followed this af- lady at the big EXEJERJ. BEER II T IIY We Isavi^e to Discover PlymowtK SBelaid iKe Wlkeel HERE IS AN OPPORTUNITY £OR EVERYBODY DURING I ! i of the elapsed nimble matters His men Shorty left, but his had beep, busy with to the conversation. 1 surprised, therefore, when he met sev- get had Smoky Melody to her her up, For at told the MR. PAGK Mr. James Page of Cabano, P.Q., wn / • in a very dangerous condition. Th.) Constipation from which he had his whole system. It was not only • ruining liis digesiion and poisoning hkt blood, but had also brought oh p^inlid piles. Various treatments faded to help him until he tried "Fruit-a-tivea./' made of intensified fruit juices com* bined with scientific medicinal ingrech - ents. “One box of thts wonderful medicine,” he writes, "gave w complete relief. ‘Fruit-a-tives* give) results as nothing, else does, and X ; incerely recommend it to every suf'- ter er.” Try this great medfein© 2§c. pnd 50e. a box—at dealers every ­ where * mournfully. "No! The flood came to quick • for that. If they hadn’t been warn­ ed they’d be right here. We’ll find, them at some of the neighbors to the west. If you say so, we’ll go now.” "I best stay here, Bettor. I’ni tired . . so tired. You will go quicker .by yourself.” "But I can’t leave you here all alone in this place. You’d be scar­ ed to death. It looks haunted.” She smiled at him tenderly, “There is nothing here to frighten me, my’ friend. Mercedes known every rock and stone in this house. If spirits come /here, they must bo the spirits of tiwse who loved me; my mother—or my father . My good father!” "He was that, all right," Melody snapped out. "He was a hundred per cent.” The cowboy gazed at the door, "I’ll be blubberin’ like a kid if I don’t get out of here in a hurry,” ho murmured., to himself. Aloud ho said| "I’ll wait here till you get upstairs It’ll be light in three hours. Now don’t you get nervous. I won’t come back without him." A few minutes later She heard him riding away. CHAPTER XXXI .. The Note on the Door Melody had instilled in Mercedes some degree of confidence in his ability to find Basili-o. *It sustained her, now that she was-alone; that, and her faith in Kildare. She could count on him. He had even defied Acklin for her. She tried to mutter a prayer, but mind and body were so exhausted that the effort was incoherent. With the Tittle strength than remained in her, she-managed to get to the bed that stood in the centre of the room. Undressing was beyond her. tried to unlace her boots, but eyes closed. (To be continued) Zurich She her $ STARTING TODAY, and last­ ing two weeks, we arc holding 4 “Learn-the-bifference” Fort­ night for. the full-size Plymouth. Ipgu'fWyorf to drive a Plymouth and learn the difference between Plymouth performance* and any other in the Plymouth price field. For there ls? a difference—over­ whelming difference in the things Plymouth docs and how’it docs them. See — — aucf £xperr fczjc'c th c There is only one sure way in which you wilt know how decisive this difference actually isf That is to sec, and feel and ettpcHcnCC^ttt ride in and aWuaHy drive the Plymouth; TF& incite yon io discover for yoih-sfflf the fulhsize of the CLARISE SNELL, Plymouth' which .scats five 'adults in comfort—to note its easy-riding Icngthincss — to sec how sharply it contrasts with the small dimensions usually associated with cars at any­ where near its low price. • Fifteen minutes at the Plymouth wheel will convincingly reveal how wide a margin separates the Ply­ mouth from all other cars that attepipit to compete with it in its price-grou’p. the test, to learn .for yourself what a vast difference there actually is, tn performance, appearance and value, between Plymouth and. other cars in its price-class. Once you drive a .Plymouth and learn the difference, you will never be content with any* other car. Your judgment Will insist that JDo This Great i Take advantage of Plymouth th c-Difference” Fort­ night at once. See the unmatched fc^ijircs—eXpoHencc the unprece­ dented perfotmanee. W& aiJc eager and anxious to have vdti put every Plymouth claim to Mr. troit, home and Mrs. Oscar F. Klopp. Mr. and Mrs. Frank Sweet, of troit, Mr. ahd Mrs. Wm. Weiflo, of Port Huron, visited recently with Mr. and Mrs. E. Weido. Miss Euolino Geiger spent the Eas­ ter vacation at her home here and has returned to Creemore to resume her duties as school teacher. The engagement is announced of Margaret Irene, daughter of Mrs. Victoria Mayers to Mr. Harford G. McKinley, of Toronto, the wedding to take place the latter part of April. Mr. Daniel Gascho, wlio left for New Hamburg last week has secured a position in that place. His vacancy in Haist’s Bakery lias boon filled by Mr. Clarence Dators. Mr. Gabrie Holtzmann has sold his dwelling property on Frederick Street to Mrs, Rebecca Stetck, who gets possession the beginning of May During the storm recently the barn of Mr. Peter Reichert, Blind Line,. Xlfty Township, was struck by lightning. and burned to the ground. Mr. Bfeicihert with the assistance of the neighbors were, able to rescue practically all the stock. Miss Cathorn Mem er, who is at­ tending High School in Elmira spent the holidays with her parents Mr. and Mrs. J. W ' ' Mr family, of Forest, visited at tho home of Mrs. and Mrs. Len F. H'aist, of spent the week-end at of the latter’s parents, He­ th e Mr. . De- Mptner,, and Mrs. ‘W. F. Braun and Braun’s father, Mr. Win. Ln*