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The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1929-05-02, Page 7TW THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE •*-THURSDAY, MAY IO • WWR.wM,i>.Bi .1 W,W.|| niWiniiiW.iir<!ta|; i W ' ............. BE&IN HERE TODAY ’{The Basques of Paradise Valley l. "blow up a dam built by Dick Ack- 'g .lin, big boss of the Double A jj ranch. The bomb is made by U Buck Bodine, new owner of the $ old Webster place, Acklin learns (of Buck’s part in the blowing of ■jj the dam and takes a lynching h (party to Bodine’s ranch. Buck is 1 in love with Mercedes Arrascada, | (beautiful Basque and entices her p to his home through her' little • blind brother, Basilio. .NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY ■f CHAPTER XXXII.-—Cont’d.) ”■ 5‘You ain’t tliinkin’ of leavin’ liere (fore mornin' are you?” Buck de manded. ■"Si, Senor, I go at once.” "No you’re not, querida?’Bo vine used the term of endearment .with assured familiarity? "I risked Uiy neck gettin’ the kid .out of dan- .ger for you, and you ain’t goin’ to ,ipay me back by refusin1 my hospit ality.” " "But I want To go,” Mercedes re peated anxiously as Buck tried tp in- ■duce her to take a seat. .. ■"Let’s get down to cases,” Answered her. "There’s no beatin’ round the bush. . I sweet on you ever since I ^lamped eyes on you. YoU- ’knew it, (too, and you gave me the low-down Severy time. But that’s all right. I ii^e a woman with some . scrap in (her. You’ve got nerve enough to match my own. That’s why I’m ■Strong for you. Iz. swore I’d get .you some day, and? I’m, going to make good. I didn’t bring*your kid brother here for nothin’. ■•‘Stop—stop, pl/ase,” Mercedes (begged. . * ’ Her nearness to“:h,ini drove Buck mad with desire. S'iie was even more lovely than he had supposed. "Why, querida,”. he said, fervently, •"there ain’t a thing Eve got, I (Wouldn't give for you., .f got water £his place again. (_It’s worth Buck use been first £ # < i something how. But I ain’t a rancher, I’d throw up this thing in a minute for you. There ain't no real money in ranching, nohow. I'll take you where there’s some life and excitement. This God-forsaken des ert ain’t no place for a girl like you.’ "You mean that you want me to go with you—?” Mercedes could pot believe her ears. “Yes, I’ll even marry you, if you’ll come with me,” Buck replied.. The girl stood before him and shook her head hopelessly. The man must be mad. f "Well, what do you say?” lie de manded. "I say no!” Mercedes cried. She put a chair between them as Bupk advanced toward her. The look in his eyes was proof enough of his in tention. He wanted to take her in his arms and feel her warm flesh against his whether she would have it -or not. "You have trapped me!” she claimed. "I do not believe brother is Jiere at all.” > "He’s here all ngnt,” Bodine sured hey. "Hey, Shorty,” he called. "Yep,”" came the muffled answer from the next room. "Walto^that^kid upj” ' 7 The girl heard Basilio’s startled cry “as Shorty awakened him. "You beast!” Mercedes shrieked, have ex- my as- Sen- you "Let me have himi Let ni© him!” "Not till you say yes to me, iorita. “You coward! No wonder want to run away. Senor Acklin will send you tp prison for blowing up his danu’ "Yeh?” Buck questioned exasper- atingly. .. "Esteban will ,go with me, too, won’t he?” In a changed tone he went On: "You followed us into the hills this afternoon; I knew that long ago. What else you’ve found out, I don’t know, and I don’t care.” He disproved this last statement by immediately asking: "Have you seen Acklin?” Mercedes caught a hint of uneasi ness in his voice. J XX7ITH castanets clacking and a ’Hu.vivid shawl about her shoulders, the Spanish dancer is the epitome of .joy andlife — of allure and sparkle. . What is the secret of such anima tion ? Decorators say it is the result of vibrant, colour combinations. And it can be achieved in building a home as successfully as in spot-lighting a stage celebrity or painting a picture. ./ For/a roof of rich, harmonious colours lends charm and sparkle to a- home just as the rich-tinted shawl and costume give charm and sparkle to the •dancer. Such a home — a home roofed with Brantford Multi-Coloured Asphalt Slates—has a personality all flit iK ? a B Fv bt? "I have,” she answered, Humph! I suppose you told him all you know?” The big fellow's tones were threatening. Mercedes saw her advantage. "I tell him nothing!” she cried. "But I will if you do not give me Basilio and let me take him home,” Buck reached out his, long arms and caught hex* round the waist. Mercedes fought to get free, but he was too strong for her, "Now you change your mind in a hurry, or I'll make you.” He rais ed his voice. "Give the kid’s arm a twist or two.” Then he continued to the girl: "I’ll show you whose boss here,” .Shorty more than obeyed Buck’s order. Basilio let out a succession of shrieks, as the brute twisted his arm until the tender bones were al most snapping. "Stqp!” Mercedes cried out so loudly that her voice carried to Kil dare, who was still some distance down the road. "Stop!” she called out again, , "Maybe you’ll listen to reason now,” Buck grumbled. He caught her by the wrist as he spoke and drew her closer to him. Mercedes beat his face with her free hand. But his jaw .was impervious to liei« light blows. With feline fe rocity she bared her nails then, and ripped his cheeks, until they were smeared with blood. Bodine did not release her, however. "You fightin’ wildcat,” he mumb- led» through gritted teeth. "I’ll kiss you if it kills me.” Try as hard as she might, Mer cedes could not hold him off. His cruel sensorous mouth drew1.close to her own- , To add tp Jier. horror, Ba silio shrie^ted-agai/iand, Wainy. iSIib redoubled''her efforta ’to Aget free. Bodine pinioned her arms against her hips. •; -Sh-e.>-felt‘. something'' sharp ripping her sleeve. It was Buck’s revolver. Automatically her fingers closed upon it. With a wrench, she pulled it out of the holster. Bodine felt the gun-barrel boring into his stomach. His face grew white. ‘Get back!” Merceaes gasped. "En seguida! Al momenta! or you die here!” Buck backed away; He knew she meant what she said. His rifle stood in the corner. He retreated toward it. The way to the door be tween the two rooms was clear now. Mercedes ran to it and flung it open. Shorty sat on the bed beside Ba silio, the child’s arms still held in his big hands. A smoky wall lamp revealed him in all of his ugliness. But if he saw the girl, he did not i n CCL [1 show it, His grip on the child did not relax either. Mercedes cried out for hm to let go of her brother; she raised her gun to compel him, But fear such as she could never inspire in him held Shorty in its grasp. He had caught sight of Blaze peering through the open window, Mercedes saw only the man and child in front of her, Shorty’s rig idity turned with incredible swift ness to most violent action, He dropped his arm and brought it up with a gun ip his hand SO quickly that it surpassed belief. But Kildare had been more rapid than he. Shorty’s gun came up and up, and up, as Mercedes watched spell-bound. It seemed that it was pointing at her. Her fingers twit ched, and her own gun barked. Klidare saw the play, the girl at the door, her own raised; Shorty’s' pistol leaping into action; the fran tic child struggling to throw off the iron hand on his arm. But more poignant than anything else was the glitter in Shorty’s eyes. Blaze knew he was the man’s target, not the girl. His gun was in his hand. A tightening of his lips and liis auto matic spat forth its deadly message. He saw (M'ercedes’ gun flash. The. rep.ort of it smothered his own. Only a split second of time, that words be had nor two fail to. express, had intervened tween the two shots. So close they been that neither the girl Bodine in the next room realized guns had spoken. Buck rushed to where die stood staring open-mouthed at man On the bed, for a second, it seem ed, Shorty hung poised in the air. His face was set, an unearthly light in. his eyes. And then, with a thud, he-crashed to the floor dead. Kildare had not waited for a se cond look. He drew away from the window and picked up the empty shell from his gun. He thr.ew it in to the creek. Why he did this was not plain to him at the time. In some way, he knew, Shorty’s death might be turned to his advantage. But how? How? He tried to whip his mind into helping him. He felt no regret over killing the- man. It was part of the debt he had come to square. Acklin would be here in a few minutes. It was almost dawn. How could he twist this thing so that it would halt the Big Boss? Blaze caught sight of a proaching on horseback, been there only a second or dare drew back into the lurking about the Ifouse. Bodine was looking up cedes, from where he knelt’ .beside the 1 body. girl the man ap- He had, two. Kil- shadows at Her- /cO«13^ its own. It is distinguished and pic* | turesque. It radiates-colour and ani- , | mation. . <1 If you would endow your home c • with unique and colourful charm de mand these rich-tinted slates. The variety of shades provides an almbst unlimited selection'of smart designs.' And you get Brantford qualities of fire-safety, permanence, and weather security. The nearest Brantford dealer will. gladly show the various pleasing hues and colour, harmonies. Write for copy of free booklet "Beauty With Fire1 | Protection”,— an authoritative trek-' | tise on the proper type, design, finish,' | and colour for your roof. NT J f* C*o f • J.J e’ it (T For Sale by ROSS-TAYLOR CO. Limited 130 Jl a Ask fop'Salada Orange4 PekQj^it is the finest hr;st." n aw blend AA* r*T^A *Fre®fe from the garden®* "You killed him all right,” Blaze heard him say. What you goin’ to do no- goip’ to the pen? This place for you. Say, I gi be glad tQ beat it with wait; I’ll get a couple of "He’s plumb dead, w! Who’s state’s no ue&s you'll me. You horses and we’ll hit for Oregon on the jump.” Throw up your hands’” Bodine looked around, In doorway stood the Big Bess. Hurondale Women’s Institute the CHAPTER XXXIH Gathering of the Clans Ack- Mer- Bodine stared speechlessly at lin. Shorty’s sudden death and cedes’ maddening influence had de stroyed Buck’s boastful pose. He had been prepared earlier in the ev ening for the advent of Morrow or some lesser light in the Double A constellation. But at no time had he dreamed that Acklin himself would come singlehanded ~o bearc{ him in his own den. The Big Boss walked across the kitchen to the doorway of the room in which Shorty lay. As Buck re covered from the daze he was in, he finally managed to articulate: "I ain’t armed” "Take your hands- down then,’ Acklin snapped. "Back centre of that room.” Bodine had retreated ; ordered, facing tile other stepped backward. The man kept pace with him. ment near the window to which Mer cedes had- stepped with Basilio stop ped him in his tracks. His gun was in position as he wheeled, but he dropped it in consternation as he re cognized the girl and child. Hatred flamed in Acklin’s eyes. Finding her here with Bodine -was a staggering blow to his vanity. He had overheard Buck’s words urging flight to Oregon. They were going together! .. (To be continued) .mo the as he was man as he big cattle- . A move- •Ill Rll I. d Grandmother’s Day was observed? at the regular monthly meeting ojt the Hurondale W. I. held on Wed nesday, April 24th at the home of Mrs, P. Whitlock', one of the Instit ute Grandmother’s, The president Mrs. Kestle presided and the meet ing opened with the opening Odo and Lord’s prayer. Thirty-five mernA hers responded to the interesting roll call, ''My Grandmother’s Maid en Name.” The correspondence was read and dealt with. A suggestion was made and acted upon that in sunshine hag be made for a mem ber’s mnthei’ who is at present shut- in. The articles for same to’ be la the hands of the secretary by May the 4th. A tenth, anniversary ban quet at which all members in that length of time and the man of lite household are to be among, the in vited guests is to be Btaged in th^ basement of the Thames Road church on the evening of May Sth^-^jgtiTnl program with a speaker *frdm*t’ne. department is being planned. ■Seven grandmothers graced the occasion and they had charge of the splendid program of the meeting Mrs. Harry Ford sang "My Grand father’s Clock” and (Mrs. C. Frayn r- rendered a delightful solo both of whom were accompanied by Mrs. X Cann. Mrs. Whitlock read an in teresting paper on "Customs in Grandmother’s Day.” Mrs. Strang and Mrs. Williams gave two humor ous readings. Mrs. Down contri buted ".She Mofhered Five” by Ed gar Guest and Mrs. W. Etheringtoa played an instrumental.. Mrs. Wilk inson displayed articles worn by her grandmother. An Interesting fea ture was. the presentation of a prize to Mrs. C. Frayne, the youngest grandmother present and- Wilkinson, who had the largest num ber of grandchildren, eight in num ber. A contest was put on at the* close of the meeting and lunch was served, the ladies enjoying a sbeial half hour over the tea cups. Tito next meeting will be held at the- home of Mrs. A. Moir, the hostesses- being Mrs, C. Frayne, Mrs. A. Rundle Mrs. L. Oke and Mrs. E. Mitchell. Your horses cannot work every day I this spring if they are;. not in good condition—do what you can now to get them in shape,.' Are you ready to clip them? After winter/idleness horses* are "soft” and i£J the long hair is not clipped, excessive sweating soon, weakens /nd slows them up. night the sweat-soaked long.<Khir become^ icy cold—shivering^ 'horses can’t get proper rest. Jindlgine work ing ph a warm spri^g^day in a fur coat' and going^to bed in sweat- soaked cloth$s£-^ Even iCgJ^en extra feed, unclipped horhesfare unable to keep up as well as clipped horses. Clipped Horses Sweat Less No long hairs to hold Sweat, dust, etc.—they soon dry off and groom ing them is an easy job compared with the unclipped horse. They rest better, feel better and do more work on less feed. It Pay® to Clip Horse® Get a Stewart No. 1 Clipnlntc Machine now—it will bo a big help in keeping yoUir"Kbrses on the job this spring. Guaranteed satisfactory or money re funded. Stewart Machines sold over [ 15 years ago; are still in. use.a GIVE YOURSELF A SCENIC TREAT! 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