HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Advance-Times, 1936-07-30, Page 6tAGE SIX WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES Thursday, July 30th, 1936
SYNOPSIS , . .Silas Spelle, high
handed, low-principled cattle baron,
is out to smash the local bank and
force foreclosure on the small ranch
ers of the Kanab desert country so
that he can seize their range lands.
He is opposed by Ed. Starbuck, pres
ident of the Cattleman’s Bank, and by
San Juan Delevan, prominent ranch
er who has been crippled by a fall
from his horse. Johnny Clehoe and
his partner, Tex Whipple, are cow
punchers employed b ySan Juan Del
evan to fight the rustlers and protect
his interests.
Johnny jumped from his blankets
.and scratched a match, and a moment
later the smokey lamp of the big
bunkhouse table threw out pale
■gleams of yellow light, l’ink Crosby,
one side of his cherubic face streak
ed with dried blood sighed with re
lief as he lowered the big, limp body
of Pod Fortune on a bunk. Then he
wobbled and would have fallen him
self if Johnny had not leaped for
ward and steadied him. There was a
partially emptied bottle of whiskey
on a shelf and. Johnny caught it down
and gave Pink a long drink.
“What the hell happened?" he de
manded.
^Pink; Steadied by the liquor, sank
into a chair and stared at Johnny
apathetically. “Spelle’s crowd," he an
swered tonelessly. “Tried all after
noon in town to start somethin’ with
me an’ Pod. We wanted to keep
outa their way. They outnumbered
us an’ besides we didn’t want no trou
ble . Pod an’ me ain’t gun-fighters.
Then come dark we started back to
the ranch. Damned if the dirty
skunks didn’t dry-gulch us. We was
Tidin’ along quiet an' easy an’ all of
’a sudden from a heap o’ sage came
a streak of - fire an ’the whang of a
gun. Ole Pod grunted an’ dropped.
God! I heard the slug hit him. I went
for my own hawg-laig but before I
could turn it loose somethin’ larruped
me alongside the haid an’ down I
went.
“I wasn’t out, but somehow I
couldn’t seem to move. Right away
four or five hombres came ridin’ out
o’ the brush an’ scared our broncs
off. They was laughin’ an’ jokin’.
One o’ them says ‘That pays fer Fair
an’ Donnelly, but we gotta get one
more o' that damned gang to square
it up fer Durbin.’ Sounded to me like
Montana Wade’s voice. Then some
body else chimed in sayin’ that the
old man, meanin’ Spelle I reckin, was
figurin’ on rushin’ the Box D an’
•cleanin’ out the whole caboodle.
“I was kinda driftin’ off about that
time an’ I couldn’t make much sense
of the rest I heard. I did hear some
body mention Miss Ronny’s name an’
then they all laughed kinda nasty like.
After that they haided back towards
town. I musta laid there for an hour
before I could get up. I went over
to Pod an’ found he was still alive.
Then I had one hell of a time ketch
in’ our broncos, which had run off
quite a ways. I got ’em finally an'
managed to pile pore ole Pod across
his hull. Then I come on in. Tlia’s
all—’ceptin’ pore Pod. How bad is
he hurt, Johnny?”
Johnny bent over Pod Fortune and
■unbuttoned his blood drenched shirt.
BARCELONA DOTTED WITH SMOKING RUINS
Flowu to London and radioed to
New York, this picture shows rebel
troops entrenched, behind slain hots*
O, firing on government troops dur*
ing one of the street battles in Bar*
eclona, Spain. According to reports
Barcelona, largest city in ’Spain, is
now dotted with smoking ruins of
fine buildings after bombing from the
air and pitched battles lit the streets,
There was a nasty wound, high up on
the left breast. Johnny studied it for
a moment. “Hard tollin’,” he mutt
ered. “Looks like a lung wound to
me. Which ain’t so good, Give him
a little o’ this liquor, Pink, I’ll go
get the Chink up an’ have him heat
some water. Then you an’ him do
what y-uh can fer Pod. I’m haidin’
fer town after Doc McMurdo.”
Johnny jerked on his boots and
buckled his gun belt around his hips.
Then he went up to the rear where
Chang slept and pounded on the door.
“Hey Chang,” he called softly. “It’s
me—Johnny Clehoe.”
Presently Chang opened the door
and blinked sleepily at Johnny.
“Wassa Malla?” he creaked.
Johnny told him about Pod and
what he was to do, then when Chang
scurried quickly for the kitchen,
Johnny went to the corral on the run
and saddled up. A moment later he
“Stay there,” snapped Johnny.
was pounding away through the dark
ness along the trail to Carillion.
While McMurdo dressed, Johnny
related the paramount incidents of the
night and the old Scotchman’s frown
deepened as he listened.
“ ’Tis a sneakin’, crafty mon he is,
that Spelle. And a pity that the law
is but a farce.”
“We’ve got law,” was Johnny’s
pregnant answer, patting the gun at
his hip.
“Ay, lad—tr-rue ye are. But ’tis a
law of violence.”
“Mebbe,” said Johnny briefly. “But
it’s the only law Spelle’s kind can
understand. All set, Doc?”
“Aye—ye’ll be r-ridin with me,
lad?”
Johnny shook his head. “I’m hang
in around fer an hour or so. See yuh
later, Doc.”
When McMurdo rode away Johnny
went down to the hash-house and had
breakfast. Then, just as the sun peep
ed over the horizon he sauntered up
to Jake Butterfield’s store, to find
that worthy opening up.
“Out kinda early, ain’t yuh?" Jake
gave his orthodox greeting.
“Uh-huh. I want to get some
smokin’, Jake.”
Johnny consumed a full hour over
this meagre purchase, most of the
time being spent as acting the inter
ested listener to Butterfield’s ponder
ous garralousness.
“Some gents,” stated Jake, “shore
want to hawg everythin’. Take Silas
Spelle fer instance. Why he even tried
to buy me out yestidday. He got as
wrathy as hell when I turned him
down. He couldn’t see my side of it
a-tall. I’m plumb satisfied here. I’m
makin’ a good livin’ an’ I wouldn’t
know what to do with myself if I
had to leave. When I told Spelle that
he champed on the bit for a while an’
then—what d’yuh know—he offered
me five hundred dollars cash if I’d
refuse to sell any more supplies to
Jim Delevan o’ the Box D.”
“No?" Johnny was interested now
—Very interested. “I suppose you told
him to go to hell, Jake?"
“Yore dang right I did,” proclaim
ed Jake pridefully. “Yessir, I shore
did. Why Jim Delevan an’ me are
real friends. Jim’s been buyin’ his
supplies off’n me fer goin’ on sixteen
years. I told him he wa’nt foolin’ ole
Jake none. I told him I knowed he
was figgerin on grabbin off Jim’s
spread. An’," here Jake paused to re
lieve himself of a mouthful of black
strap juice and to lend dramatic ef
fect to his words. “I told him I shore
hoped Jim would lick him to a stem
windin’ frazzle. Yessir, that’s jest
what I told him. I—huh—ugh!”
Jake halted so suddenly he nearly
swallowed his cud of tobacco. He
was staring at the door, his pale eyes
bagged out alarmingly.
Johnny whirled, crouching. Two
men had just entered the store. John
ny and Jake were at the rear of the
counter where it was dusky and the
two arrivals were squinting and blink
ing to adjust their eyes to the gloom
after facing the slanting sun rays out
side. Johnny recognized the one in
front as Montana Wade. The other
was a stranger.
Jake moved forward, diffidently.
“What’ll it be gentlemen?” he asked.
'“Spelle wants all the .30-30 shells
yuh got in stock, Butterfield,” snap
ped Wade. “Trot ’em out here quick.
My partner an’ me got work to do.
An say—who in hell was yuh talkin
to jest now?"
“Me!” Johnny’s answer snapped out
like the crack of a whiplash. He
stepped forward. “What yuh gonna
do about it, yuh damned, yellow dry-
gulcher?”
For a moment Wade stood as one
stunned. He teetered on his toes like
an animal about to spring, peering at
Johnny, the fingers of his right hand
uncoiling like flexing claws. Hate
flamed in liis eyes.
“Spike,” he snarled suddenly. “Here
is one scalp that Spelle wants—bad.
He’s one of the two what did fer Fair
an’ Donnelly an ’Durbin, Get him!"
With the words Wade dropped to
his knees, snatching at his gun.
He died in that position, slumping
forward on his face. Johnny had been
waiting for that movement and had
gone into flaming action,
“Stay there,” snapped Johnny,
“ ’Nother move an’ yuh get it where
Wade did. Jake—I’ll take them .30-30
shells. Put ’em in a sack an’ pile on
five or six boxes o’ ,45’s Pronto now-”
Jake Butterfield, stunned, awed,
shivering; his loosely hung tongue
cleaving ot the roof of his mouth in
terror, moved automatically to obey.
“Here ’tis,” he croaked shakily,
shoving a weighty sack across the
counter. “Thirteen boxes o’ .30-30s
an’ six o’ .45s. That cleans me. I
w-wont have no more in ’till the end
o’ the week. Sh-shall I charge ’em?”
Johnny grinned in spite of himself,
but his cold eyes never wavered from
the wounded man at the door.
“Yeah, charge ’em—to Jim Delev
an,” Then, lugging the weighty sack
in his left hand, Johnny advanced to
the door and drove-Masters into the
street ahead of him.
“Fork yore bronc an’ git," snapped
Johnny. “Yuh can tell Spelle fer me
that if he’s got any more gun-men
he’s yearnin to get rid of to send ’em
around. An’ tell him we do our shoot
in’ out in the open, not sneakin’ ar
ound in the brush like a damned side
winder. Get goin.’ ”
When Johnny reached the Box D
ranchhouse he found Jim Delevan,
Ronny, Doc McMurdo find Pink in
conference on the porch. As he rode
up to the corrals Ronny advanced to
the head of the stairs where she wait
ed until Johnny came clanking up,
the sack of ammunition draped over
one' shoulder.
Johnny smiled at her cheerfully.
“Now—now," he chided gently “Chase
those scary-scaiyes outa yore pretty
eyes, Miss Ronny. The sun’s ashin
in’ an’ I ‘ saw a blue-bird down the
trail a piece.”
Some of the hovering shadow left
Ronny’s eyes at this foolishness and
she even managed a tremulous little
smile.
“You. should have come back with
the Doctor," she accused. “We’ve
been worried sick about you. "I—I—”
she gulped a little and winked fast.
Johnny sobered and caught her el
bow with his free hand. “Don’t yuh,"
he pleaded. “Not because o’ me. I’ll
alius come back—to you.”
He squeezed her arm tightly and
Ronny had the grace to blush. John
ny steered her up the porch to the
others.
“How’s Pod?” he demanded.
“Vera, vera sick,” rumbled McMur
do. “But yon’s a braw mon an’ should
cheat Death this time.”
“I knew he would,” answered John
ny complacently. “Pod’s too doggon-
ed onery an’ tough to die, huh Pink?”
Pink Crosby, his rosy cheeks rath
er pale, grinned back in answer from
beneath the shroud of a white band
age which circled his head. “Y’bet-
cha,” he nodded. "Ole Pod’s one
tough bronc.”
“How about you?” broke in Dele
van impatiently. “Suppose yuh give
an account of yoreself, young feller.
What’cha been doin’ an’ what’cha got
in that sack? Looks purty damn
heavy to me.”
“Jest a few supplies,” was Johnnys’
off-hand reply. “Say Ronny—how’s
chances fer a little grub? I ain’t et
since breakfast an’ it’s crowdin two
o’clock now. I’m all gaunted up.”
Ronny smiled and scurried away
kitchenward.
“Humpth,” grunted Delevan. “Yuh
shore got a way with yuh, yuh danged
young hellion. She never would hop
that fast fer me. But yuh got some
thin ’to tell us. What’S weighin’ down
yore mind?”
(Continued Next Week)
TAKE CARE WHEN
USING GASOLINE
Fire Marshall Scott issues Warning
to the Public.
Gasoline andi coal oil and other
petroleum products have taken a ter
rible toll of both life and1 personal in
jury in Ontario in 1936, according to
an announcement made by Acting At
torney-General Paul LeDttc, K.C.,
based on the report of Fire Marshal
W. J. Scott on fires for the first six
months of 1936, Twelve persons haVe
been killed in such fires and twenty-
two suffered injury in the twenty*two
fires which resulted. Gasoline and
I sirhilar products atp by far the great*
Business and Professional Directory
Wellington Mutual , Fire
Insurance Co.
Established 1840.
Risks taken on all classes of insur
ance at reasonable rates.
Head Office, Guelph, Ont.
ABNER COSENS, Agent.
Wingham.
Dr. W. A. McKibbon, B.A.
PHYSICIAN And SURGEON
Located at the Office of the Late
Dr, H, W. Colborne.
Office Phone 54, Nights 107
HARRY FRY
Licensed Embalmer and
Funeral Director
Furniture and
Funeral Service
Ambulance Service.
Phones: Day 117. Night 109.
DR. R. L. STEWART
PHYSICIAN
Telephone 29.
J. W. BUSHFIELD
Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Etc.
Money to Loan.
Office — Meyer Block, Wingham
Successor to Dudley Holmes.
THOMAS FELLS
AUCTIONEER
REAL ESTATE SOLD
A Thorough knowledge of Farm
Stock.
Phone 231, Wingham.
Dr. Robt. C. REDMOND
M.R.C.S. (England)
L.R.C.P. (London)
PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON
J. H. CRAWFORD
Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Etc.
Successdr to R. Vanstone.
Wingham Ontario
It Will Pay You to Have An
EXPERT AUCTIONEER
to conduct your sale.
See
T. R. BENNETT
At The Royal Service Station.
Phone 174W.
DR. W. M. CONNELL
PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON
Phone 19.
R. S. HETHERINGTON
BARRISTER and SOLICITOR
Office — Morton Block.
Telephone No. 66
J. ALVIN FOX
Licensed Drugless Practitioner
CHIROPRACTIC - DRUGLESS
THERAPY - RADIONIC
EQUIPMENT
Hours by Appointment.
Phone 191. Wingham
W. A. CRAWFORD, M.D.
Physician and Surgeon
Located at the office of the late
Dr. J? P. Kennedy.
Phone 150 Wingham
F. A. PARKER
OSTEOPATH
All Diseases Treated.
Office adjoining residence next to
Anglican Church on Centre St.
Sunday by appointment.
Osteopathy Electricity
Phone 272. Hours, 9 a.m. to 8 p.m.
A. R. & F. E. DUVAL
CHIROPRACTORS
CHIROPRACTIC and
ELECTRO THERAPY
North Street — Wingham
Telephone 300.
est single hazard to life and person
in the fires occurring during the past
six months, in which 56 persons were
killed and 68 injured in the Province
of Ontario.
The twelve deaths in gasoline and
other such fires were divided equally
between men, women and children,
with four in each class1, the four child
ren all dying in one fire near London,
in which a glass jar of gasoline on
the kitchen floor cracked and the va
pour ignited from a near-by stove. In
the injured list were sixteen men and
five women and one child, the latter
being burned while playing with a
cigarette lighter.
In a list of twenty-two fires, twelve
occurred in dwellings which shows
the terrible danger which is always
present when a highly inflammable
and explosive substance such as gaso
line is used in the home . Six of these
fires occurred in garages and service
stations where the person using gas
oline should be presumed to know the
danger and take precautions.
The following is a list of the caus
es of these fires 'which resulted in
either death or personal injuries:
pouring coal oil on fire in stove, bot
tle of gasoline fell and broke, start
ing fire with coal oil, explosion of
varnish vapours, cleaning floor with
gasoline, gasoline blow torch explod
ed, glass jar of gasoline cracked, used
gasoline in lighting fire in mistake for
coal oil, gasoline overflowed and ig
nited, cleaning floor with gasoline,
lighting fire with coal oil, playing
with cigarette lighter, open pan of
gasoline caught fire, gasoline ignited
while being poured into eletric light
engine, lighting fire in stove with coal
oil, gasoline tanks on fire exploded,
poured coal oil in stove, gasoline va
pours ignited by welding torch, clean
ing coal oil stove., cleaning clothes
with gasoline in kitchen, heating floor
wax on stove.
Fire Marshal W. J. Scott issues the
following warning to the public:
1. Gasoline should not be used in
the home for cleaning purposes. A
gallon of gasoline when mixed with
the air has an equal explosive force
to eighty-two pounds of dynamite,
and in addition to the danger to life
and person, the statutory conditions
in fire insurance policies provide that
the ’presence in the home of more
than a quart of gasoline renders the
policy void if a fire results,
2. Gasoline for use other than in
Automobiles should be sold only in
an approved safety can, and should
never be kept or handled in a glass
jar. •
3. Gasoline should not be handled
in open vessels so that dangerous va
pours may be liberated to the atmos
phere, or used in such a way for
cleaning purposes in any building or
even out ot doors so that the result
ing vapours will reach any open
flame.
4. Recpgniaed solvents should be
used for cleaning putposcs instead, of
gasoline, and it should be remember
ed that while these solvents are not
explosive and do not easily vapourize,
many of them are still highly inflam
mable. .
5. Gasoline and coal oil should ne
ver be used for starting fires.
GEMS FROM LIFE’S
SCRAP-BOOK
LOVE
“Love is not a thing of enthusias
tic emotion. It is a rich, strong, man
ly, vigorous expression of the whole
round Christian character — the
Christ-like nature in its fullest devel
opment.”—Henry Drummond.
* * *
“What is it that lifts a. system of
religion to deserved fame? Nothing
is worthy the name of religion save
one lowly offering — love.”—Mary
Baker Eddy.
♦ * ■ *
“Love is never lost. If not recip
rocated it will flow back and soften
the heart.”—Washington Irving.
“Love looks through a telescope;
envy, through a microscope.”—Henry
Wheeler Shaw.
* * . *
“Love cannot stay at home; a man
cannot keep it to himself. Like light,
it is constantly traveling. A man must
spend it, must give it away.”—Mac-
leod.
* * *
“The heart of him who truly loves
is a paradise on earth; he has God
in himself, for God is love.”—Lom-
ennais. *
' Judge: “Why did-you commit a se
cond theft after you had been acquit
ted of the first?”
Prisoner: “I had to pay my lawyer,
your honor.”
“What’s that piece of string tied
around your finger for Bill?”
“That’s a knot. Forget-me-not is a
flower. With flour you make bread,
and with bread you have cheese. This
is to remind me to buy some pickled
TO WINNIPEG-EDM0NT0N-JA5PER
CANADIAN ROCKIES • PACIFIC COAST-ALASKA
• The Canadian National’s crack
train, the Continental Limited,
from Toronto to Winnipeg, Jasper,
Vancouver and return, leaves each
terminal daily.
(from Toronto 10.20 P.M., E.S.T.)
Travel on the Continerital Limited
is practicality and economy de luxe
—every 1936 last-minute comfort;
low summer fares; common-sense
prices for meals; special coach •
lunch service; table d’hote meals
irt the dining car at Special low
prices as well as the regular a la
carte service.
Stop off at Jasper irt the Canadian
Rockies for golf, trail riding,
hiking, fishing, swimming. Rates
at jasper Park Lodge are low—
from $7.00 a day including meals*
JASPER GOLF WEEK—SEPT. 6-12