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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1929-05-09, Page 7•A*
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I WHISPERING
SHOE
Harry Sinclair Drago and Joseph Noel
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(THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE <1 'W’-’
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BEGIN HERE TODAY
-ljpjctf Acklin big boss of the Double
A ranch, takes a lynching party to II*’ the ranch of Buck Bodine when
•7 he hears that Buck is the instiga-
blowing, up of a dam by
theDouble A. Acklin finds Mer
it cedes Arrascada in tears at Bo-
dine’s place and Shorty, one of $ Bodine’s men, dead on the floor.
[C fBlaze Kildare of the Double A
'an unseen spectator of all that'an unseen spectator of all that
happens inside the cabin.
jg NOW GO WITH THE STORY
1 lr Mercedes bit her finger nails nerv-
rUSly under the searching scrutiny
pf Acklin’s eyes. Her very excite-
* Went made "her seem guilty to him.|rhe crying child brought back.to the
ijian a recollection of Es.teban’s
I.ords. -Bodine had taken care of
the child then! She had come, too!
ttJn some way- she had got rid of his
, Man, Melody. .
|i His voice rose to a roar:- as he
lipened histmouth to speak.
Ip “So you’re getting ready to skip
kvith Bodine, eh? * That’s your little
. jiplan, is it? You forget it! .He’s
: ’■|done all the travelling lie’s going to
g'do. You'llgo with 'me when J
have here; < Aw-w-h! Who did that?
r He pointed to Shorty.
“She did!” Bodine cried, wiping
me blood from liis scratched face. ^'Pulled my gun out and got him
mom the door there!”I’“Is. that right?” Acklin Followed,
a Mercedes covered her face with
per hands. He could hear her sob
fes she turned away. It was answer
Enough .for him.
| “They’ll take you to jail foi&this,”
m grumbled. Then; “No, they
Won’t either! I’ll fix that!’’ -
He came close to Bodine. Buck’s
erve had returned in a measure. *
“You won’t take her away from
10, Acklin; not that way,” lie cut in
efore the Big Boss could speak.
Jut Acklin laughed in his face for
is pains.
“You have your little jo.ke, Bo-
ine,” JJe* warned. “Your* time’s
hort e
"""" •" ■■"■"■■■II.......JI
buck’s face paled a trifle at the
studied ease with which the man be
fore him'uttered this statement.
“What you hintin’ at now?” he de-
“When my men get here you’ll
find out. You didn’t think you
could -get. away with what you pull
ed- ou one, did you? You bossed this
deal’” |
Bodine’s lips- twitched uneasily.
Had that fool kid given him away?
His poker eyes searched Acklin’s
face for some sign of bluffing, but
he found nothing to reassure him.
“You ain’t goin’ to have me ar
rested on that posco’s word, are you,’
he asked.
“No. We Ain’t going to arrest
you, Bodine."
The directness of this statement
'blanched the big fellow’s face. They
were going to do. without the law;
that was what - Acklin was saying!
The ridge along Buck’s spine grew
cold for a second. But his concern
passed. He had been in dire straits
befpre and lived through. He.sum
moned ia grin to his mouth now .and
laughed derisively, pretending not
to understand the innuendo.’”"
“You’re all cut up about’ your
dam, ain't yph.” The laugh died
out of Bodine’s voice. “Yqu’ll never
rebuild that little toy,-either; not" if.
you jug me!” ' ., ’’
It was Acklin’s turn to smile.
“We clean forgot about your in
junction when we built-if, ’dicliEt:
we?” he tasked sarcastically.
“No!” 1 Buck shook his head.
“You forget how the water was
tricked out' of the Rebel so that you
could build your dam! When I tell
my story to a jury, you’ll go into"
ellipse.” •
‘The jury that’s going to hear your
case will use a rope! You get that,
Bodine. By the time the- coroner
comes to, get this thing on the -floor,
the buzzards will be picking, your
bones.' There won’t be nobody but
me tovsay. how this, man got shot.
And if I say that you did it the mat
ter will be ended. You are going
to swing!”
Buck cast an anxious,, calculating,
eyes <at the windows. The one at'
Ms back was open. It was near
enough, too. A flying leap, and he
, could make it. In the murky grey
ness of early dawn he could steal
away. Acklin was looking at his
watch. It was an opportunity, a
chance!
(Mercedes
She saw his
muscles knot,
tention, Her
amazement.
Bodine crouched then for
spring that -was to take him to safe
ty; but the patter of horses outside
the window at which he was .aiming
stopped him short. Acklin smiled,
at him pityingly. He had heard al
so.
Kildare had watched Acklin and
Bodine, He blessed every minute
that passed Without bringing the
rank and file of the Double A to
thwart him, That the Big Boss had
come there single-handed revealed
Acklin in a new light. Blaze had
always found him cautious, tactful,
unemotional. His coming here was
madness. He could not have known
that Bodine was alone. Or had he
figured that the man was in hiding;
that the house on' Webster Creek
would be deserted?
He had heard the bustle of ap
proaching men a long minute before
Buck or Acklin became aware of
their noise.* There were five or six
in the party. ' He recognized Brother
Jones’ cackling voice. A second
•later the old man and his compan
ions were tramping into the kitchen.
Blaze recognized Chet and Patter
son bringing up the rear. They were'
all heavily armed. Brother Jones
was already at the door of the room
;in which Acklin had cornered Bo
dine. . The others were at his heels.
Kildare sprang into action. He
placed,., his hands on, the sill and
vaulted into the'"kitchen. When the
Big Boss caught sight of him he be
lieved the man had come in with the
others. ■?.■■■ '
“Here he is!” the owner of the
Double A called out, pointing to Bo
dine.
“My Gawd! Who done that?”
Brother, Jones exclaimed, catching
sight of the body in the corner.
The coming of these men turned
Buck’s face a sickly hue. He ac
tually stammered when he said:
“She d-d-did it!”
Mercedes heart leaped Us she saw
Kildare. He made no attempt to go
to her. The girl’s half-raised hand
fell limply to her side. She dimly
realized that the man’s eyes were
trying to convey somp message to
her. She saw him tap his lips sign-
nificantly. And then Acklin was-
sayingr-—x
was watching Bodine,
.fingers clinch,
She divined his
mouth opened
his
in
in
the
now—
Acklin
almost
Bodine didn’t do any
“You boys forget that remark of
his. He’s lying. There was only
three of us here, and—”
“Youtre not counting me, I guess.'
The crowd wheeled on Kildare.
“Why, you lust came in,
with Jones, didn’t you?”
roared,
Blaze shook his head.
“No, I've been here for
half an hour,
shooting.”
Life flowed back into Buck’s
veins immediately. This was help
from an unsuspected source.
“That’ll stop your little game,
Acklin,” he pried.
The Big Boss paid no attention to
Bodine’s words. His eyes were on
Blaze. In tense tones he said to
him.
“You ain’t saying who did it,
.dare. But you and I know-
means a trial—jail! We don’t wa:
that. If you’ll pass me your word
we’ll string, up this skunk for blow
ing out the dam and killing this man
and let it go at that.”
Then came the clatter
horses.
“Here are the rest of
We’ll get moving!” The
raised his voice. “Somebody bring
in a rope,” he cried. “Hurry up!”
Blaze heard the men dismounting
There were not less than 25 in the
crowd. There wouldn’t be any de
lay now. This affair was going
through to its sordid finish. Bodine’s
face was ghastly. Without knowing
why he did it, Kildare- walked past
him into the kitchen.
There seemed to be some delay
outside. He could hear a murmur
of voices. Bodine’s rifle stood in
the corner. Blaze picked it up and
threw a shell into the- barrel, in the-
past lie had pondered at some
length over acquiring this gun. He
saw that it was the same caliber as
Acklin’s. That effectually snapped-
the filmsy, thread of circumstantial
evidence by which he had expected
to trap JOSe’s murderer. He told
himself now that he should not have
expected any other end to such rea
soning. At least he still had the
Indian charm.
The others started moving into
the kitchen^ Brother Jones had a
gun at Bodine’s 'back. Acklin sang
out again for those outside to hurry
up. In answer to his second call the
door was flung open. Blaze could
hardly see for joy. The man who
had just entered was Tuscarra!
“Sorry I had to keep you waiting.”
the little fellow cried.* “I been
hurryin’ to beat all get out!”
“What you‘floing. here?” Acklin
shouted. ■'*“ *' ' .
Kent smiled 'faintly.
II
Come in and
S'
The Difference in
Tire Cords
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PHONE IOB
r
the boys.
Big Boss
c?1*
of many
W. J. BEER
olds Lyle cords
all the difference in tlie
[d between ordinary tire cor^
Supertwist Cords* We have at
tehine that will show just what the
difference is and how it makes Good*
year Tires 60 much better. It’ll take
only a minute of your time — and
yetrlH know a whole lot more about#
tire& \ Come in and try it yourself.
Supyeriwht Cordt-*-Mora strotcTi thatt
• « w u ****
she
he
he
Maizie O’Reilly 74; Greta
73 Vinetta Routly 72; R.
Bernice Murch 65; Ralph
63; ■’‘Laverne Skinner 55;
CHRYSLER MOTORS PRODUCT
“You might enlighten me, too, in
that direction. I got the sheriff and
some twenty-five deputies outside, if
that’s any news to you.”
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CAPTER XXXIV.
The Sheriff Arrives
In the silence that followed, Land
squeezed! past the little man in the
doorway. .He was broad- .shouldered,
gigantic; a sheriff of bygone days.
In the crook of his arm he carried a
time-worn army. Winchester that he
had taken _ away from a renegade
Piute,
“Well, Acklin?” ne asned- easily.
“You’re making yourself a lot of
trouble butting in here, Land.”
“Don’t you go worryin’ about me.
I’ll take care of myself.” He turn
ed to Kent: “Are your friends here,
Joe?”
“How about that Blaze?” Tuscar
ora demanded. “Is the. Senorita
and her1.brother here?”
‘They’re in the next room.”
Mercedes had heard Kent’s ques
tion. She left the window against
which she , ha<l been' leaning and
came to the door between the rooms.
The child was asleep in her arms.
The girl’® wbeful appearance "stab
bed the little man* to the heart.
“What’s ' the matter, honey?”
murmured sympathetically as
reached out to help her. - -
“Tell Peter to come in here,”
called to Land, a second later. When
the old Basque.came in, Kent gave
the sleeping child to him. .
“Take'him outside till this thing's
over.” he advised.
(To be Continued)
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•The'y say most complimentary things
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its chfomium-plate bowl-type lamps.
Theycommenthighlydn Plymouth’s
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Nervous Breakdown
HEART PAINED* HER
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Too Many Police Dogs
(From the Chesley Enterprise)
In a recent conversation with a
resident of Hamilton, who is a great
lover oKoutdoor sports, and quite a
dog. fancier, th.e “police” dog, whicli
has lately caught the eye of the pub
lic, probably diue- to the performances:
of some..of the super- dogs of*Cfttf
movies or through the desire to. own
a “big” dog, came up foi* discussion.
This Belgian or German police dog,
whose correct name is the shepherd
dog, is a big canine with the instinct
of the wolf breed in him and our
friend advanced the opinion that if
any more of them were bred and dis
tributed throughout the country ami
with the subsequent cross breeding,
it wouldn’t be long until we have the
finest collection of sheep-worriers
ever, recorded.
The “police” dog is a slasher and
tearer and' has been proven on -more
than one occasion to be a treacherous
animal and dangerous not only to*
little folks:.blit to grown-ups. as. well.
He was ideal for war and police work
but as' a pet and house do£ he was
wrongly located.
Sensing the menace - in the in
crease of this class of do'g, the gov
ernment of Australia,- which goes in
for sheep^raising on a large scale
lias forbidden any further importa
tion of- these dogs. - -
The* farmers of Canada would ab’o
do well if-they recognized the dan
ger to theiy^livp- Stock in the increas
ing popularity of " this , particular
species of canine (and took steps to
curb their number. They are also
too big for pets but just the fight
size to tear a sheep to .pieces in a
few minutes, and treasurers of the
various townships who issue the
cheques to owners of sheep which
have been worried or killed by dogs1,
are unanimously agreed that there
■are too many .“mutton hounds”- in
this country. We would, bp well, ad
vised to do without funning the risk
of furthering® this!* menace which pro
mises- to” develop” a 'superior brand!
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fullAii%e chassis, springs
and axles. Th^y praise
Plymputh’s dwazing etttnMtty
in fuel, oil and upkeep.
After all, it is only natural that people
should talk more about Plymouth’s
fine qualities than they do about
its low price«-• for Plymouth is, first
and last, a rhotor car of intrinsic quality
and value
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WLYCHELSEA SCH(H)L REPORT
Winchelsea ..school-* report .of. the senior room for‘the months ot March
and April. AU classes'except Sr. HI
were examined in every subject.
Sr. V—Leola Johns 88; Audrey
Prance 77. >-
jr. v—Margaret Johns 83; *Lorno
MacNaughton 74; Dorothy Delbridga
70; ■’'Dorothy Bacon 67.
Sr. IV—Olive Johns- 78; Lorne El
ford 7o;
Fletcher
Mills 71
Cornish
Philip Hem 54.
iJr. IV—Clarence Prance 76; I.
Bell 68; * Alvin Cooper 53.
iSr. Ill—Laura Ford SO; *Ger-
ttu.de Camm 77; Elia Routly frG; IL
■Johns 68; Gordon Brooks 68,
aid Elf ord G2.
(*) those absent for one of more
examinations. . .
L. McCulloch, teacher
Limine.!-' «Exei’t|tse—Tko elaini it>
made that everyone has/k “menial
tool box.'” The 'main trouble i«,
ithotigh, tliat^dme neVer $ot
they than handling the hammer.-^—
Br-anttdtd Expositor! ’ . ' ’