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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1929-05-16, Page 3t f i I T “Where you.been?’* he ask- a She had told her J thought he was But. I was wrong got the water he about that,” ' Bo- eould drive these Basques, out of CHAPTER XXXV Happiness in Paradise Three days later Blaze sat in front of the Eldorado Hotel in Winnemuc- had Land saw that he had his THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE ‘THURSDAY, 3£AY fi Mail TODAY 359 ’, Gen-anil Steel War*» Limited Toronto, Ontario fleaae tend me Free literature on Perie&cn Oil Range* ; a!»o narae of neercit More aelHsg aamo Hum.... Addreea. TorOSO WHISPERING SHOE the valley. That’s what he wanted, He was afraid of Brand and what he’s been preachin’, He’ll try to re­ build the dam,” “No,” Kent said, “I don’t think he’ll try that,” dine snarled. “Say, Blaisdell, bow’d yuh ever get me?” “The Kid recognized Bandy’s pic­ ture before he died, I used to see Bandy often, up in the park or at the Hole, I knew if I found him, I’d be pretty close to finding you. I've been sure of him fox' days, hut I I wanted to get the bunch.” Buck shook his- head. What a freak of fortune! He had- been the brains of the gang, but, aside from the shooting of the Kid, had' never participated in the actual crimes they had committed. No marshal or sheriff in the West had ever met Mooney face to face to know him un* til this day. The crowd drew hack as the pris­ oner filed out, tlie wily Buck at their head, and then followed them, Blaze turned to, Mercedes, caught his hand. Kent ’ about Esteban. Land came to the have to take you along, nounced. “The coroner up before even’.” Blaze nodded. “I’ll be right out,” lie answered. He felt Mercedes tugging on his arm. Her face was even whiter, if that could -be. “But you did not kill that man! It was my gun. I shot him. Why you do this thing to'save me?” Blaze looked at her in surprise. He saw that she meant what she said. “No, no!” he hastily assured her. “I got Bandy. You shot, but your niarksmanship; was-. .terribjle.”,. He triej to ‘ sniile.’ “Look at that hole in the wall! We fired together. Mercedes eyes widened. What Blaze said was almost impossible to belive. “But .jail,”, she insisted, “They­ 're going to put you in jail.” Laud came back in time to over­ hear her words. He coughed dis­ creetly before entering. “Don’t worry about jail, little girl,” he grinned.. “We ain’t goin’ to commit? a man for shootin’ in self-defense. Looks to me as if happiness was; cornin’ back to Para­ dise Valley. Bodine—or Mooney —made most of the trouble. BEGIN HERE TODAY • Incited by Buck- Bodine, the Bas­ ques of Paradise Valley blow up a dam built by Dick Aeklin, owner o fthe Double A ranch, Aeklin leads a lynching party to Bodine’s ranch but the sheriff makes a timely arrival. They find a. dead man on the floor and Bodine . -charges Mercedes, beautiful Bas- ■que girl, with murder. Blaze Kildare, however, declares that he shot Shorty because lie was the murderer of Kildare’s young •brother, sheriff'of Laramie, Wy­ oming. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXXIV—(Cont’d.) “No; that was my brother; the Kid! He was only 22 when they -elected him. He was a white lad, I’ll tell you.” Blaze’s voice lost its ■drawl. “There wasn’t a wrong bone in his body. He was right all through.’. I brought him up that way. And because he was square they went out to get him. Wheu You’ve been father and mother, and brother and pal to a kid like that, you'll know what it means to lose him.” Blaze had been facing Land. He. turned now and stared at Bodine.' “I guess you’ve heard of the Mooney gang; or‘the “money” gang .•as we got to call them. They were running wild iii Wyoming. Banks, ;postoffices, trains1—they- weren’t missing a thing. But they kept out -of Laramie. And the word was •passed that they were afraid of ,the Kid. Mooney couldn’t stand that! 'Oh the eleven of November, .two Years ago,.lie andhis.gang ?tole up io the restaurant where the boy and two of liis men were eating their supper, and murdered them; shot them in the back. They didn’t have k chance. That’s right; "ain’t it, Mooney?” "What?” Land cried. “You heard me!” Blaze whipped . but. “He’s the man! Bodine is an -.alias. His entire gang- is ih .this - by - Harry Sinclair Drago and Joseph Noel ’’’QB — ■■ ...................■■ room right now. The law forgot or got sick and gave up; but I didn’t. The Kid died in my arms, ami I pro­ mised to get Mooney if it took me the rest of my life.” The excitement of the present- mo­ ment dwarfed anything that gone before. 'been helped to fame beyond wildest dreams. “Why, they’re wanted for a dozen mail and train robberies,” lie cried. “Ifyou boys will give me a hand we’ll put the bracelets on them.” He turned to liis men, and as he did so Bodine made a flying leap for the window. Blaze caught him around the waist and -they went down with a, thud. Land was over them in a second, and manacled Bodine’s wrists. The sheriff got to liis feet casually. “Now, I don’t want any more trouble,” he began. “We’ve had enough of that. You boys line up.” In a few seconds the sheriff and his men had the gang in irons and standing beside Buck, whose eyes were molten with hatred and baffled rage. ‘ i Tlie feeling of the iron manacles on his wrists infuriated ,tlie big fel- fow, ; lie, had roamed the mountains, and ‘desert for five years without coining to grief. He knew what he Was going to face. He caught sight of’Aeklin, who was silently enjoying the proceedings. It brought a curse to his’ lips. “Say, Land,” he cried,- “before they get me out of this state I want you to get the right of this water fight. I tricked it! Aeklin was in with me, I-Iis foreman was there. Timberline knows the facts, 'too. The whole idea was to estab­ lish in the counts that the water that came down from the Santa Rosa did not flow into the river. I showed Aeklin how to do it by turning it in­ to tlie Webster and on into the sink. But he was-too good a crook for me. He wanted it all! just hoggin’ it. He knew if he “Suit yourself - ca. The little town, after the fash- ; ion of its big brothers, had settled • down to its routine’existence. The flood and the election had already , held the stag overly long, (Bodine and his gang were on their way to . Laranrie, Brand had been elected by the narrowest of margins, Esteban . had been removed to the Rancho - the true story of the fallen Buck'; ; reprisals and of Jose’s death wer< , universally known; these were facts now, and accepted as such. ; Blaze had been cheered for a day and forgotten. Certainly he prefer­ red it. In more ways than one, ' Brand was like him. The attorney had preached an idea. The votes I had not been fox’ him, but foi’ what he had promised. The ’big ranches must go! ’ - He came down Bridge Street as Blaze waited for the Paradise stage, walking with a seemingly careless shuffle, the inevitable cigaret in his mouth. He smiled as Blaze nodded. They had not spoken half a dozen words to each other, and yet in their smiles flashed complete understand­ ing. It is the way of the true desert breed. Thanks, to him, Blaze had been released without the semblance of a trial. Blaze knew he had come to the time when lie must say good-bye to Nevada; a day or two at the mo§t, and he would be going back to Wy­ oming. His Wind River ranch claim* ed him for a dozen different tasks. Then, too, he would be needed at Bodine’s trial. Wyoming was home, and yet Nevada had never seemed so fair as on this glorius morning. Win­ nemucca Mountain, a towering, clean limbed, giant in the clearness of early day, seemed to march into the very outskirts of the town. Blaze could see the patch of green which marked the China Gardens. South of him the Harmony Range, all blues and purples now, tantalized him. It made him think of the Tetons and the Gros. Ventres back home. But there was wine in the air here such as even Wyoming did not know. Blaze sighed disconsolately. Well enough he knew the air was sweeter because of one who breathed it. He was going up to Paradise to say good-bye to her. He dreaded the trip in some ways, because it was so palpably a good-bye triib Pretty speeches were not Intended for his tongue. So lost in reverie was he that he paid no attention to the man who took the chair next to him. Im­ agine his surprise when he heard him say: “You ain’t exactly what you’d call a social favorite today, are yuh?” “Melody! Why, you old son-of-1 a- gun!” Blaze’s face broke into A Pleasure to Cook on These WOMEN who own Perfection Ranges really enjoy cooking, because there is no waiting around for a slow-poke fire. Perfect­ ion cooking is as fast as gas, far faster than coal and wood. It gives a Bootless flame; no blackened pots to wash^ It is safe and always dependable. Perfection Ranges are good looking. A nice assortment to choose from and moderate prices from $9.00 to $225.00. sniile, ed. “I been representin’, I’ll tell yuh!* Both were happier over seeing each other tliai either would liave admit­ ted. “I( been all over Nevada since I • saw you.” He laughed to him­ self. “Guess I was ‘bout the only one that didn’t hear the fire-bell the other night. You were right up ’mong the flames, weren’t yuh?” “It was tolerably wain, all right. Go on tell me ’bout yourself.” “I been workin’ down to Rancho, helpin’ Kent. We get ditches all fixed- up. Beginnin’ look like itself again, except house. It'll take a lot of money that work, but I guess Esteban won’t haVe no trouble- borrowin’ all he wants. Banks seem to think pretty well of a Basque’s word. 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Storin’ up the snow water in the spring • will give everybody all they .want.” The stage rolled up to the side­ walk and Blaze got to his feet. “Where you goin’?” asked Melody. (To he continued) Salvation Army <ri Week Your Donation, to the Self-Denial Fund will help us to give many others xt new chance. The wife and husband were sep­ arated. We cannot go into the why and wherefore of the matter; it is sufficient to know that the man was summoned to the Court to face a non-support charge. The magis­ trate very kindly granted the man time to find employment, and in the meantime, handed the case over to The Army for investigation. This was attended by very happy results. Today there is a re-united couple, and a happy home. Through Self-Denial you may have, a share In SVovk such as this sentenced to eighteen Canadian penitentiary. Outgrowing the Garage—An item; in an evening paper says: COUPEL wants room and board or two”ronjIP3t with kitchenette. 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