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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