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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1931-05-07, Page 7THE EXETER TIMES-A&V0CA1E run for a horse tied somewhere euta sight in the bushes. (To be continued)(TIGER jeye ■ GQYNE—PURCELL * SIXTH iiySTAtiTiMpvt I ah will shoot no nioah, Jess, Mar- I kel>” J13pb Reeves, the kid, Awas nicknamed “Fer God’s sake, Tiger, Eye!” Tiger Eye by his friends down in cried Babe from the step, “What’s • the Brazos country because Ws|jt all about? You said you didn’t --------- --------'h{e fcnpyr Jess.” “I nevah Jess Market tlieah Texas up heah, I know that lobo. “Git hfap, boys /‘gun-eye was yellow. When Ips father, “Killer Reeves” died tbe Kid left Texas to avoid continu­ ing father’s feuds. Reaching. Mon­ tana he is forced to draw on Nat Wheeler, an , irate, In the ex­ change of shots Wheeler drops dead, the Kid learning later that Bob Garner, who had also shot at w the same time, Wheeler, Garner gets the jpooie outfit as a Kid succors Wheeler's widow and- 3s interrupted by Pete Gorham and some other nesters. He shoots Crprham through both ears for coupling his name with Wheeler's widow. Later he rescues a girl Kellie and her dad from Gorham, wounding Pete again. The girl in spite of her belief the Kid is an imported Texas killer, warns him the nesters will kill him. The Kid warns Garner the nesters- are planning, an attack" on the'iPoole ■outfit. I-Ie meets Jesse Market, a'Texan, who is boss of the Poole wagon crew. did say J don’t I .said men easy names nevali •awn the diid say I know drop trail don’t J ess, fists. really killed Kid to join the rim rider. The Look a hand the kid him for WOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Saddled horses stood, jn the shade of a. big cottonwood tree, some still irreathing quickly from hard riding, others resting a leg while they doz- «d. These awakened with a start as the two rode into the unfenfeed yard., Kean riders pehched on the top rail tof the nearby corral or squatted oh hoot heels against the fence. The ■Rid felt them eyeing him as he sswung down from Pecos and follow-! •ed Babe, but they 'didn’t smile at the jsiglit of him. The kid tilted his head in response to a nod or two, and took his place -one side of the group—the right side, which left his gun ’ aym free and gave him a clear pathi to his lior.se. Babe left him, going on to ‘the Iwuse,' where he ■.knocked on a.‘ door. Babe was a house. 'Peared like he must have a right -smart to say to the Old Man. 'The kid’s feet grew tired, standing there leaning against the fence, but 2ie**didnft’’ sit' -down.- * • *4 ■’■•••.’ ■’*- Another man rode up, some l’ore- araan or other. He told them to teed their 'horses and stay for din- aie-r, and the group stirred and went ’ 'MDff to attend to their mounts. The Kild loosdned the saddle o.n Pecos’ land Babe’s horse, slipped off their bridles and turned them into the corral Babe’s voice calling- out careless remark to the foreman came to him at last, and over at the rayed lidding out his two shattered “That’s Killer Reeves' youngest boy* —and the worst of the lot what lie done to me!” ‘ “I nevah do bust down lessen theah’s a gun in it,” said. “What yuh pull a gun on Jess?” The foreman, yralked scowl­ ing toward the wounded man kid’s dead righty You guns out when h^shot.” “He's Killer Reeves’* I tell yo’all? His pap pap, that’s why,” “Yoah pap nevah did enough,” the kid\ reminded him. • "He's a dam killer and the son of a killer!” raved Jess. “I don’t nevali shoot a..man in the back, like yo’all tried to do,’’ the kid said coldly. Walter Bell himself came with long, angry steps from the house. my had ‘The your son, didn’t killed my draw quick /H” long time in the his. gun out, Babe “Shore pot, glance at the kid. talk but me ride Babe shot a Come on Just red him and let Te keep and tape told yulf ougha meet put yuh on with me,” were things the kid would to the Old Man. you he’d rim There •like to ask Babe about the valley. That ranch out a ways from the rim, not in the coulee but tucked down between a low ridge, where the long streak of cottonwoods showed there was a creek—the kid would like to know the name of the folk's that liyed there. But he couldn’t ask, or Babe might kinda suspicion it was the girl, Nellie, that that the kid wanted to The kid focused his on the ridge, anything but along the side, behind, about MBS. AARON KAERCTIER RIES There passed away at her home in Kitchener on Saturday, April 25, Sarah Thaler, widow of the late Aaron Kaeiicher. The late Mrs. Kaercher had not been enjoying her good health for some time. The late Mrs. Kaerclier spent most of her life in Hay Township being a resident of the Bronson line, till .some years ago when they sold the farm and with some members of the family moved to Kitchener, where she* leaves a large number of friends, besides her family. The only member of the immediate fam­ ily around these parts, is a son Mr. Herb, Kaercher, The funeral took the service .'being dence, Kitchener place Hay. A pretty wedding took place in St. James’ Church, Seaforth, when Margaret Coletta Purcell, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. ■cell became the bride of Darner Coyne, .son of Mr. Michael Coyne, of Hibbert, mony being performed by Rev. G. L- Blonde. On their return from a motor trip the young couple will reside, in Hibbert, youngest Jas. Mr. and the Pur- John Mrs. cere- HERBERT KALBELEISCH TO WESTERN IL STAFFJOIN Herbert rich, has instructor sity of Western Ontario, according to an announcement made recently Karl Kal'hfleisch, of Zu- been appointed' full-time in German at the Univer- east place held and Of Herman, on Monday at. her resi- burial took at the Bronson Line cemetery, Tp. know about, field glasses couldn’t see running up KHIVA (Too late for last week) mwo, may irn by 3Dj\ k. F. B, Neville, deem M university registrar, He will M« come a ".member of the faculty at the opening px the next school tmw in September. 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Mason, Miss Florence Hanover spent last Sunday in Kitchener. Mrs, Alex Neeb spent a few days last week with her daughter Mrs. S. Thompson of near Kippen, Mrs. J. Hanover returned home on Sunday having spent the last couple of weeks in Waterloo. Miss Dorothy Dietrich is visiting with friends near Centrailda, The deepest sympathy of the neighborhood is extended to Mrs. Henry Smith and daughter in the loss of a husband 'and father, who passed away on Sunday, April 26th. and Mrs. J, Hutchinson and of «but he a fence Th© ranch was over where the iline of cottonwoods quit. Old pappy was­ n't feeling right good the other day seemqd like he oughta ride down there and see how her bld pappy was ifeeling. Babe never need^ to know a thing about it. So the kid _ went down into the. nester valley 'where the nesters would shoot a- Poole rider like a coyote. Babe had told him to ride across the Bench to the river and scout there for any sign of brand­ fires or cattle held within corrals hidden in the .thickets. The kid felt prettyl guilty ( and mean, -going off like this, on asside trip of his 'own, but he didn’t feel guilty enouglv or mean enough to turn back from the quest of Nell­ ie’s home and Nellie’s last name. By the time he reached the lower end of the ridge the kid realized that he was head and .shoulders above the- level of the valley. But the ridge was friendly and shielded him. from view to the south, and the brushy undergrowth1 along the creek gave- 'protection there. He felt safe enough to give his full at­ tention to the ranch he was ap­ proaching. This was where Nellie lived. Yes sir, she lived right up this road a piece. ‘The kid’s heart thumped so he -could feel ■ it. He rode forward and unhooked the gate. The k'id was glancing this way a'nd that, to the garden patch, the grove,'the.goryal, th^.hppse, looking with * dei-£uj pair! The kid could never | forget how it looked,, flying^loose. like a ibaner of gold whipping in the sun. It made a funny .kind of lump in -his throat now, just to tf Confederation Life Association Toronto, Canada Without obligation, send me full information of your plan to provide “$50 a Month ... to Every Business Woman.’’ Name (Mrs. or Miss). Address.. “You the fellow that shot wagon boss?” Bell snapped. “Yes, suh.” “You’ve crippled Know that. I “Yes suh. That’s I to'do.” “Did, a damn’ limn.” “Yes > hair and in’, to shoot me jn tire back. like a Markeil kain’t face a man in tlieah killin’s, nohow. He kain’t kill no mo’—'lessen he ki|Ciks ’em like a mule.” ‘‘Jess had both guns out, Mr. B‘ell,” the foreman here remarked and pointed to the two smedred six- guns on the ground. ‘‘The kid’s tell- lt straight. I was •coinin’ from the stable and I saw the whole thing. Young Reeves was combin’ his hair, just as he says. Jess pulled his gun and Reeves, here, whirled and shot. He must.have drawed his gun, but I never sAw him do it. 1 hell wasn’t combing his hair his sixJg.un—” I The group at the mess-house laughed at that, and -Walter turned to jess. “You brought • growled. “Come ■ and I’lll fix you a doctor. what I aimed I eh? good You’ll reason show young I was combin’ mysu Iff I saw Jess slippin’ up, aim- Seems He sure as! for a girl with yellow hair. l-iOil’ ~ •' « mu t • JI door .Bell it on up Reeves, some'the house after dinner.” “Yes sub.’* “You done right, Tiger Eye,”Hog house .beyond the cottonwoods said Babe> a3 the t^0 lingered out. ■fi/Tm# num ivne nannrHn p* nn « fill •n-stii ’ • - ’ ‘ ’••some one was pounding on a tin pan to say dinner was ready. Men were already splashing at the wash basin on the bench out- aside the door when the kid came up. Babe emptied hiis basin with1 a fling of soapy water into the bushes sit the end of the house, gave, the basin to’ the kid and went inside, but stopped just inside the door and istared back ovet the kid as if he something. The kid dipped water from the' big bucket standing there—gently, ’ lest Jlie splash should drown some little sound he ought to hear; some little sound Babe wa® listening for, there beside the door. Somebody coming across the. yard, •walking kipda slow and careful. Hungry men don’t walk that-a-way to their dinner. The kid took outca<bin to roll .and lie.ht a cigarette liis little black pocket comb, un-i^fiece before the kid went up to folded it and leaned to the wavy (interview Walter Bell, miirror in• its cheap frame. He look­ ed. within and with his left hand, he drew the i&omib through his thick, wavy lopks that just missed being a-ed. Babe was still standing just -anside the door, still looking out at thb kid, waiting for him; waiting; Tor something, else too. But even though Babe stood there •waiting, he* jumped when the kid J whirled and fired. F The kid ducked .•and then backed •close to the wall. >eye had the cold as he watched the Id see what liad happened. Xeet away, a man steadied xind reached backward with 3iand, and the kid saw and get. the gun before he fired again. The man dropped’ the second gun .•and stood there, holding two bloody ifists out before him, ithem to the kid. “Yo’all stop wlneah Stiff said to those at they halted on the broad step. ’“I’ll Will yo’all fob this, Tiger matt with Ills; shoulder at were^ expecting t past .the window slowly, keeping His yellow right glare of a tiger, men rushing out Twenty himself his ileft let him stariii® yoah at,1 the door, ■Reeves!” raved the idoody fists. , *'lYo’ kainjf,” the 3iis melodious drawl. side. “Shoah tried f o, Babe.” “I thought Jess ’ acted kinda funny, when we was over there at the round-up. He asked me who I had with me,^nd I said a young fellow from down on 'the Brazos. Ho wanted your name and I give it to him. He never said anything, but’ I siispiclioned he- knowed yuh or had heard of yuh, just by his looks. But you never let on like you knowed him, so I let it pass.” Babe gave th'e kid that sharp, sidelong glance of his. 'The- kid drew a long, relieved breath and lookec^ at Babe with the ’ old faith shining in his eyes. “You’ll ’get the job, all right,” Blabe said in his ear, when the two paused outside in the shade of'the I Jess,- on his way to the stable With the foreman, scowled and turn­ ed his face the other way, walking wide of the kid. Both hands were bandaged and carried ill a sling be­ fore him and lie looked sick, klid’s lips tightened a passed. Killer—but he kill again, Not after ed knuckles got well, stiff as sticks. Jess some of his fingers, the kid .oned hopefully. “You done right, Kid.” flicked his thumb-nail from the and Eye the kid replied in “Vo’,all nev- Chevrolet Sed^an, 1928 stack road, from when Here is a chance to own, for a low outlay, a car which has made reliability and economy. ] give it unusually attractive reconditioned, the powerfid speed than you will want to itself famous throughout Ganada- for It’s upyto-date body lines appearance. Thoroughly motor will give you move use. Ys. on yourself,” he think of the way she looked with up to the house a]p .]jer hhir flying loose. Like an angel in a ginglram dress, kinda. The sharp venomous crack of a rifle up on the ridge behind the house struck away those thoughts. * And then he heard the pierceing shriek of a woman. The kid knew that sound bitterly well and a hot Crimpie went up liis spine. With one sa-vage- lift of liis spurs he jum- Pecos out from behind the and went thundering up the No need to fear a bullet irow that rifle. Killers don’t wait a womafi raises the death scr.eann. “Nellie! Come quick! They’ve got him-—They’Ve killed him- God! Come —They’ve dead—” Too well gic litany, soft curves twinkling blue eye half clcsed to the tiger look thorugh that yellow right bye of his. He stepped lim- berly down from the saddle and knelt on one knee beside- the wail­ ing woman, huddling to her breast the loling old head of her^man. “Majam, take away yoh ahms, til I tote him inside.” . .She looked up at him blankly, her eyes too full of her tragedy to see aught else. Then Nellie came running from somewhere up along ridge. “Yon! Wh’at’ve What’d you do it Mother, don’t!” Pity tore tit the kid’s heart as he looked at the two of them cower­ ing together, but his voice, was gent­ ly Insistent. 4“If yo’all would get her away so I can tote him inside—” “Come mother,,” Obediently girl began pulling and coaxing, must get him in—You b 111*0 til e “Yes—yes, I’ll tile bed—” With the limp sagging a deadweight ill his arms the kid Went into the house. Little old pappy had been shot In the back when he walked yaid. Killer’s wbi’k. they called it up here. Ing till the see •Oh, jny and help me get him in killed him—Oh, he’s the kid knew that tra- His lips pressed their into a thin line. His Chevrolet Sedan The little as Jess never would those smash- They’d*be as would the base of the you done? for? Ma—oh, lose reek­ Babe across a match head, lighted the cigarette and snapped the stub in two pieces before he-dropped them at his feet. “He’d a got you and never give warnin’. Damn’ sneak—I didn’t think Jess was that kinda man.” “If every killah jhad his hands broke, ’this would be a right smart peaceful lapd, Babe.” Babe shivered in spite of him­ self. “I’d as soon .as be killed as being crippled-,” he said shortly. “•Shucks! Yo’all ain’t a killah, Man’s got a right to defend I reckon. That’s what Pap said. Yo’all wouldn’t shoot k* on he come at yoh with Babe, himse’if, always a man go fix go spread up old, bony old man ■out intp the D:ry-giiichod Killer w-ait- ■a rifle readybehind a rock with his man came along. Then pull trigger a time or two, look to if the bullets went straight then 2 Ford Coaches, 1927 Ford Roadster , UC 17.35 Be Confident of Used Car Quality—Trust the General Motors Dealer ftll