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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Advance-Times, 1937-04-08, Page 6M6K SIX THIS WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES Thursday, April 8th, 1937 rtbraok Loyale is parob­ serving eighteen he did not com- SYNOPSIS: Slim ed from prison after months for a crime mit, He returns to his Circle L ranch to find his father dead and sinister forces at work, trying to make him violate his parole so that he can again be railroaded to prison. ♦ ♦ ♦ Starbuck nodded, and poked a leg­ al-looking envelope lying on the desk. •“Got word yesterday. What yuh aim­ in’ to do, Slim?” “Go out to the Circle L an’ get to work.” “Glad to hear that. Was afraid yuh’d come back with the idee of startin’ trouble. An’ that’d be bad— with yuh on parole.” Slim’s lips tightened. “I ain’t aim­ in’ to turn the other cheek, Jigger,” be said softly. “Remember, I’m hu­ man. Certain folks in this neck of the woods gave me a dirty deal. I ain’t exactly gonna kiss ’em when I run into ’em, but I know what that parole means. ths first d&u trouble i go "back tb—liCll; Weil, I best I cad. But if SdhW fOlKS, ^tar’i TOmpin on iriy Pll see that they get Off; Yiih Cain’t blame me for that?’1 “I ain’t blamin’ yuh for nothin’, Slim. But my personal feelins’ ain’t matterin’ one little bit in this. It’s the law yo’re beholden to. So yuh ■wanta watch yore step.” Slim laughed a little harshly. “Yuh still got ice water for blood, ain’t yuh? Yo’re a funny guy, Jigger. Sometimes I think yo’re white, an' sometimes I ain’t so shore.” Starbuck shrugged without offense. “I took my oath to uphold an’ en­ force the law. It ain’t me to question how it works. I aim to do my duty.” “Yuh would,” retorted Slim tersely, “even if it broke yore own heart an’ ruined yore best friend. Well, I didn’t come in here to get into a argument. I was told to report here to yuh ev­ ery two weeks, and I’ll do it—for the next eighteen months. “After that, I’m my own boss again. An’ after eighteen months cer­ tain folks in these parts are gonna find that a woolly wolf has come back to live with ’em. Nobodoy can steal a year an’ a half of my life, blast my reputation, an’ get away with it. Now I’ll thank yuh for my guns, Jigger. I suppose yuh still got ’em?” “I’ve got ’em,” nodded Starbuck. “But I’d rather yuh wouldn’t wear ’em, Slim. They’ll be a temptation— a bad temptation, as long as they’re bangin’ on yore hip. If youh go to throwin’ ’em, it’s hard tellin’ just how yuh’ll end up.” “That’s my pie,” said Slim grimly. “I want ’em.” Starbuck shrugged again, crossed to a little clothes closet and lifted down a pair of cartridge belts, carrying two heavy, holstered Colts. He handed them to Slim, who buckled them about his waist, as he stepped to the door. “Much obliged, Jigger,” he said over his shoulder. “See yuh two weeks from now.” Loyale left the sheriff’s office and starter to cross the street. A buck­ board was whirling up from the south end of the street, drawn by a fast­ stepping pair of bang-tail mustangs. A girl was driving it alone, but on and he went a little lips. For a moment to pull his hat low either side jogged two mounted men. Slim recognized the triQ. immediate­ ly. The girl was Mona Hall. The two men were Sarg Brockwell and his son, Leo. Slim stiffened white about the his impulse was over his eyes, lower his head, and hurry across the street. But a surge of burning defiance forestalled this truant weakness. So he watched them quietly, rolling and lighting a cigar­ ette with a steady hand. They were almost opposite him be­ fore the girl saw him. For a moment she started. Then with one little twist of her slender shoulderst she set the bang-tails up short, locked the brake, looped the reins about it and jumped to the ground. She ran to him, light- footed as a fawn, a pliant little fig­ ure in khaki blouse and divided skirt. Her hair, where it escaped in tru- tendrils from beneath her dusty Business and Professional DirectoryOther folks be hanged!” she re-| shore glad to see yuh, Spud, yuh fat ole duffer. I do believe yuh’ve been Iosin' weight.” Spud guffawed. “Oh, shore I am. I’ve only taken on twenty more pounds since I saw yuh last, Slim. Have a drink'. I’m buyin’,” As Dillon turned for bottle and glasses, a silver dollar was rung on the bar. Then a cold sneering voice sounded. “When yuh get through t makin' over yore jailbird friend, Dil-! Ion, we’d like some service." i Slim caught his breath in a little hiss and whirled. His face was white, and his lips a tight, straight line. He made a queer rasping sound in his throat and he stepped away from the bar, crouching. “Brockwell,” he grated thickly, “yuh—” “Shut -up, Slim!" It was Dakota Blue who spoke. His hand locked on Slims’ shoulder and he pulled the young fellow back, stepping between him and the Brockwells. ‘.’Remem­ ber yore parole, kid.” he muttered. “I’ll handle this.” Dakota walked toward the Brock­ wells. Sarg Brockwell was a big man, dark of hair and swarthy of skin. His face was broad awith high cheek bones and little, glinting black eyes. His lips were thick, and in repose wore a continual, confident grin, dis­ closing two rows of teeth, startling in their size and whiteness. As Spud Dillon had said one time, “I never look at them teeth of Sarg Brock­ well’s but what I think of a grave­ yard. Leo Brockwell was smaller than his father, with the same swarthy color­ ing and black eyes. But Leo’s mouth was thin, sarcastic and sneering, twisting up at one corner. He was built on the lithe, feline lines of a panther, and he moved with the same slinking walk. His hands On his hips, Dakota Blue stopped a yard from the Brockwells. “Which one of yuh made that crack?” he demanded coldly. "Yes, by jimmy,” yelped Spud Dil­ lon, his round face scarlet with ang­ er, “lemme tell yuh somethin’, Sarg Brockwell! I don’t like yuh nor yore no-good son or nothin ’about yuh, savvy? I choose my own friends an’ to hell with vuh! Yuh’ve had yore last drink over this bar. Yore money ain’t worth a damn here, from now on. Chaw on that!” Neither of the Brockwells paid any attention to Dillon. They were watch­ ing Dakota Blue. “Well, I*m waitin’,” drawled Dakota. “Which one of yuh made that crack?” Leo’s lips twisted. “I did,” he snarled. “What’s it to yuh?” "This!” Dakota’s fist moved with startling speed. It landed with a spat on young Brockwell’s mouth and he went over backward, clawing at his gun. At Dakota’s movement, Sarg Brockwell had jumped back, his right hand flashing to his hip. Thrown a little off balance by his blow, Da­ kota lagged on his draw, and it look­ ed as if Sarg Brockwell had him dead to rights . Here Joe Rooney stepped into the game. At the first hint of hostilities, Joe had slipped away from the pool table, a cue gripped in his hands, his faded old eyes glinting purposefully. And now, as Sarg Brockwell threw down on Dakota, Joe jammed the cue between Sarg Brockwell’s ankles and gave it a violent twist. Brockwell, his feet cut from under him, cursed raucously as he fell for­ ward ,and his gun rammed flame and smoke into the floor. Dakota’s re­ turn shot, loosed as Brockwell was cut through the shoulder of just nicking the torted spiritedly. “I know you, Slim Loyale, better than anybody else. I ought to; we grew up together, Now let’s talk of other things. You’ll be going out to the Circle L, I suppose." Slim, nodded. “Soon as I can rus­ tle up Dakota Blue. He’s over in the Wild Horse Saloon.” “Then I want you home and see me this There’s a lot to talk come, won’t you?" “Try Slim. 1 trail.” She “Teats’ better,” she said softly, was afraidi you would be changed in some terrible manner. I wan to see my old pal, Slim Loyale, not some hard-boiled stranger. Now I’ll be get­ ting along, Don’t forget — seven o’clock.” Again her slim, strong little fing­ ers tightened. Then she went back to the kicked him as Slim halted the rig in front of Ase Lang­ ley’s big general store and disappear­ ed from sight through its shadowy doorways. Then he sighed deeply and relit his cigarette, which cold during her greeting. to come over evening. Slim, about. You’ll Wellington Mutual Fire Insurance Co. Established 1840, Risks taken on all classes of insur­ ance Head ABNER an' keep I reckon gave his me away,” grinned I ain’t forgot the hands a squeeze. “I buckboard, climbed in and off the brake. She waved to the broncos broke into a run. watched her until she had flnt gone It landed with a spat on young Brockwell’s mouth and he went backwards -clawing at his gun. that, Mona?” he muttered it?” she cried. “Indeed I do If you need further con- Stetson, was crisply brown. Her eyes were blue and heavily lashed; her nose short and straight, her lips gen­ erous and soft. And the blood flush­ ed rich in cheeks and throat of a smooth velvety tan. “Slim!” she exclaimed. “Slim 'Loy­ ale—oh, but it’s good to see you.” Slim, a little shaky, took both her outstretched hands in his. “Yuh real­ ly mean huskily. “Mean mean it! vincing—there.” Before Slim could think, she had stepped close to him, risen on her tip­ toes and kissed him. “Satisfied?” Her smile was a little tremulous. For a mome.it Slim could not an­ swer. “It’s worth goin’ through hell —to come Jjack to heaven,” he mut­ tered finally. “Mona, yo’re a little thoroughbred, same as always. But yuh’ll be ruinin' yore reputation, kiss­ in’ a ex-convict.” Mona stamped one little, booted foot. “Bosh! Don’t mention that word to me again. You are just an innocent man who lias gotten a mighty shady deal. And if I can’t kiss my old pal hello, I want to know why.” "I—I’m glad you feel that way about the innocent part, Mona. Some folks don’t agree with yuh.” Suddenly he remembered the men who had been riding with Mona. When he looked for them, he saw that they had dismounted in frOnt of the Wild Horse Saloon and were just entering it. Slim’s lips tightened and his eyes grew bleak. But he crossed the street and entered the place him­ self. There were just five men in the Wild Horse when Slim entered. Da­ kota Blue was there, talking across the bar with Spud Dillon, the short, fat, red-faced, jolly proprietor. Then there was old Joe Rooney, a broken- down old mule-skinner who did the swamping for Dillon. Joe was sand­ ing down the cues behind table. Sarg Brockwell and his swung up to the bar near and Spud Dillon was just moving down toward them when Slim enter­ ed. But at sight of Slim, Dillon seemed to forget all about the Brock­ wells. His fat, red face broke into a wide .delighted grin and one pudgy hand shot across the bar. “Slim!” he cried out delightedly. Loyale, yuh danged young how ar-fc yuh, boy? Put her Gosh, I’m glad to see yuh.” knew Spud Dillon well, and •» at reasonable rates. Office, Guelph, Ont. COSENS, Agept. Wingham. DR. R. L. STEWART PHYSICIAN Telephone 29. Dr. Robt. C. REDMOND M.R.C.S. (England) L.R.C.P. (London) PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON DR. W. M. CONNELL PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Phone 19. w. A. CRAWFORD, M.D. Physician and Surgeon Located at the office of the late Dr. J. F. Kennedy. WinghamPhone 150. heavy muscles. Before Brockwell could straighten himself, Dakota stepped forward and kicked the gun from his hand. Leo Brockwell, dazed and bleed­ ing, was mumbling curses and fumb­ ling at his gun. As he raised it, Joe Rooney slammed him over the wrist with his cue. The gun thumped to tlie floor, where Dakota Blue snap­ ped it up. Dakota stepped back. “A’right, Joe,” he drawled. “Let ’em up. I got their stingers. An’ much obliged, Joe. That was quick, heady work.” Sarg Brockwell lurched to his feet and dragged Leo up beside him. A little smear of blood showed on Sarg’s Little Dennis pulled the bedclothes over his head and answered: “Adam.” Dr. W. A. McKibbon, B.A. PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Located at the Office of the Late Dr. H. W. Colbome. Office Phone 54. Nights 107 HARRY FRYFOGLE Licensed Embalmer and Funeral Director Furniture and Funeral Service Ambulance Service. Phones: Day 117. Night 109. J. W. BUSHFIELD Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Etc. Money to Lpan. Office — Meyer Block, Wingham THOMAS FELLS AUCTIONEER REAL ESTATE SOLD A Thorough Knowledge of Farm Stock. Phone 231, Wingham. J. H. CRAWFORD Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Etc. Successor to R. Vanstone. . 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Try­ ing to impress him she said: “I won- 1 der who it was that never folded his clothes when he went to bed?” snapped. “Loyale, are yuh in trouble already?” “Hardly,”' answered Dakota, smil­ ing thinly. “Not quite so fast, Star­ buck. Damned if yuh don’t act like yo’re just waitin’ a chance to try an’ hang somethin’ on Slim.” (Continued Next Week) Little Dennis was untidy. Though his mother made every effort to en­ courage him, he seldom folded his clothes after he undressed for bed. Customer—“What is the charge for this battery?” Electrician—“One and a half volts.” Customer—-“Well, how much is that in Canadian money?" “Where have you been for the last four years?” “At college taking medicine.” “And did you finally get well?” the pool i FIRST CONTINGENT OF AUSTRALIAN TROOPS FOR CORONATION ARRIVES IN ENGLAND son had the door “Slim whelp, there! Slim he knew that Spud meant every word of his greeting. So he wrung Dillon’s j falling, hand heartily and smiled. “An’ I’m | Brockwell’s shirt, Silent Barriers” is Splendid Canadian Film The first contingent of Australian | ation parades and eefembnies arrived (day* A group of the Australians i$| steamer, They include members of troops who will taken part In coron-1 at Southampton, England, the other | shown here aboard the deck of the | the army, navy and air force, * ./*••. '' ;Jilent ^.xx^.,, tho film epic, □ of the construction of the Canadian Pacific Railway, which had its Empire premiere under the patronage of Her Majesty Queen Mary, and Mrs. Stamey Baldwin, in London recently, and its Canadian premiere in Mont­ real, and which depicts one of the most important chapters in the history of the British Common­ wealth of Nations, will be shown in theatres from coast to coast during the current month. The s'tory, based on Alan Sullivan's book “Tho Great Divide,” brings back and Vitalizes the titanic struggle with nature waged by the giants of pioneer railroading In this Country, and particularly in the seemingly impossible task ef thrusting tlie road through the RoCky Mountain harrier, The •tory has a tremendous Canadian I h historical value, as well as being first rate entertainment. The film, a Gaumont British production, was made at Revelstoke, B.C., and in the surrounding mountain area. It includes such great stars as Richard Arlen, Barry MacKay, Antoinette Cellier, Lilli Palmer, and J. Farrell MacDonald. In It the men who would not acknowl­ edge defeat again play their parts. The lay-out shows a re-enact- ment of tho historic scene when Sir John MacDonald pledged the support of his Government to the enterprise. Left to right are - shown George Stephen, William Van Horne, R. B. Ahgus, Sir John MacDonald, T. G. Shaughnessy and * Donald Smith. Picture No. 2 shows one of the tense moments of the play and is a scene be­ tween Richard Arlen and Lilli Palmer,