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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Advance-Times, 1938-06-02, Page 6By Luke Short The FEUD at On the second seat from the front of the coach, facing forward, two cowpunchers were hunkered down, apparently asleep, for it was night. Their backs were to the poker game being played across the aisle by three cowpunchers and a professional gambler on two up-ended suitcases. The g cd up. “Here The player; heard him brakeman, Hoagy Henshaw by name, paused beside the game. The cowpuncher whose back was to Hoagy slapped his hand down. “Three johns, gents, and a pair of bullets.” Then, as if he had inter­ rupted himself in the midst of a story, he continued: “—And this jasper with the feet the size of a loadin’ chute turns to the brakie, real polite-like, and says: ‘So there’s a law agin’ play­ in’ pok'er on a train, is they?’ ” "What did the brakie say to that?” a second cowpuncher, seated next to the speaker, inquired innocently. “The brakie, he said; ‘It’s a law, my friend. Not that I care if you play poker on a train. I’d like to play it with you.’ And this jasper Big Foot whips out a plow handle and says: ‘Now ain’t that fine! Jest set down.’ The brakie sets down they dealt him a hand after bought in the ganiC. ^/‘.Well, when the brakie’d been ’cleaned, Big Foot says: ‘Mebbe you’d like a Ioan?' real meanin-like. The brakie says sure. They play for an­ other hour, the brakie still Iosin’. When they comes to Big Foot’s stop, he looks around. ‘How much am I into you?’ he asts the brakie. ‘Fifty dollars, ain’t it?’ The brakie says yes and Big Foot looks around the car. ‘Danged if old Henry couldn’t use •these here plush cushions on that ore- wagon of his,’ Big Foot says. Well, almost everybody he knew was freightin’ ore. He just helped hisself to half the seats in that car.” The second cowpuncher looked up. "Hello, Hoagy. Like to sit in?” "Me?” Hoagy said, with well- feigned astonishment. "Hell, no. I was never so busy in my life. You fellers go ahead and have your fun.” He retreated, shaking his head soberly. The gambler, seated next the aisle, laughed silently at Hoagy’s back. He ’.built a cigarette with quick fingers, shakin his head. His wide-set blue eyes across the aisle to include cowpunchers in the joke, but they were still asleep. His eyes travelled to the^one figure seated against the end of the car. He saw only a surly- faced cowpuncher looking out the window into the night. From a loose mouth a soiled cigarette drooped, curling smoke up into unblinking eyes. Cupped hands, held a match pre­ paratory to lighting the cigarette. The gambler’s eyes narrowed a lit­ tle as he watched the man light his already burning cigarette. Observed now, the gambler was still-faced, quiet. He was perhaps in his early thirties. A close observer might have notic- imbler, a young man, glanc- comes Hoagy.” ; did not betray they had until the middle-aged ed with surprise that the wrinkles around his eyes were of the kind that spider-webbed from the outer corn­ ers, sun-wrinkles, instead of the kind that pouched the lower lids. When the gambler saw the cow­ puncher light still another match, he turned to his mate, his mouth open to speak. The sight of the man next to him had changed his mind, evidently, for the man face, so He was thirties, and •wingham advance-times fl Thursday, June 2nd, 1938 re had a sullen, almost chinless, clean-shaven it looked raw. a cowpuncher, in his middle whose continual scowling had worn creases in his forehead soft loose face. “Let’s play stud,” he growled. Finney yawned, stood up. “I’m startin’ a game of draw back here if anybody wants to buy in,” he announced. The chinless cowpuncher flushed but did not make a move. Finney cashed in a few chips, nodded to the’ahead looked up. country, stranger,” the puncher plied thickly. The gambler shrugged, but made no movement, "Once more,” the cowpuncher said softly. “Let’s you and me play cards.” The gambler shook his head slowly. From across the aisle a gun lanced fire in a deafening explosion. It was followed by a sharp cry from the cowpuncher who drew a bloody, gun­ less hand to his chest. The gambler was out of his seat like a cat and drove his fist into the face of the cowpuncher. Turning, he saw a sleepy-eyed cow­ boy sitting erect, a six-gun drooping across his knee, a slow grin creasing a long, lean face under raven-black hair. When the red-head stepped out the train door on to the front platform, the man squatting over the coupling from the platform of the baggage car he yelled.Blow them lights! It’s a stick-up and sure roamed the two gambler and left, followed by his companion. The gambler nodded also, then he lounged back in his seat. He heard the door behind him open, and idly guessed that the match-lighting smoker had gone out. The door had not swung shut five seconds before one of the sleeping cowpunchers, a six-foot red-head, the gambler notic­ ed, stood up, wide awake, stepped ov­ er his partner and went out xlso with a kind of tense haste. The gambler’s companion moved to the seat facing the gambler and pick­ ed up the cards. “How about a showdown?" he ask­ ed. The gambler shook his head. “Fin­ ney’s startin’ a game down in back if you still feel like it.” “You’re a gambler, ain’t you?" “When I’m at a table, yes.” The gambler looked across aisle. When his eyes turned, they were staring into the steady muzzle of a Colt in the hands of the chinless puncher. “I say we’ll play cards.” "1 reckon not.” The gambler’s speech was a quiet drawl. He saw the eyes of the puncher smear over and watched the thumb start to slide off the hammer. "Gamblers don’t come high in this the the red-head drawled, you want?” the man “Howdy,” ‘“Whadda’ growled. “Air,” was the brief reply. The red­ head lounged *hi$ even, six feet of height against the -end of the car. Slowly, the man came erect, his fig­ ure squat and shadowy in the light of the turned-down lamp. “I been watchin’ you in there for the last ten minutes,” the red-head said. ’“'You was smokin’. You lit that cigarette eight times when it was still goin’. Who’s out there?” He jerked his head out toward the night. A shot rang out from inside the coach. The train gave a sudden buck as the brakes screamed on. The red­ head himself lifted from the wait His hands streaked to his guns, swiveled up and exploded. The man on the baggage-car platform slip abruptly to a sitting position, coughing pulpily, as the red-head crashed into the end of the baggage car. He took an accur­ ate snap shot at the lantern, then op­ ened the door to the baggage car. "Blow them lights! It’s a stick- up,” he yelled, then swung himself to the top of the car. The train had come to a stop how, almost at the top of the grade. The red-head could see horsemen ahead in the glare of the engine light. He crouched low on the roof, rac.ed for- ward, leaped to the tender, then crouched down. “Let ’em know we’re here,” a voice growled from the ground beside the baggage car, “You fool. Wait till we’re, inside. They’ll slam that door shut on us and we can’t blow ’em out. Wait’ll Snipe and Chinch cut that passenger coach off.” Stealthily, the red-head made his way over the coal until he could see down into the engine cab. Two mask­ ed men stood facing the fireman and engineer, who had been backed into one window seat. The red-head’s ac­ tion was quick. He slid down the heaped coal, both guns roaring at the two bandits sil­ houetted against the fire-door. One man pitched his length on the floor plates and the other made a wild, crippled dash for the steps. The red­ head heard him sprawl on the ground. “Get goin’l” the red-head com­ manded briefly. The engineer leaned against a lever which brought forth a rurilbling shud­ der, The red-head dragged the limp form of the bandit from in front of the fire-door and dumped him off the train. There was a running fire as the train labored into motion, most of it directed toward the engine. Glass tinkled down to the floor and the en­ gineer swore wrathfully. The red­ head sent a couple of shots into the night, then looked ahead as he did so for the top of the grade, which was close., now. As they nosed over it, he turned and faced the engine crew. The train was gathering speed steadily as it swung over the top. "What do you reckon is on be­ hind?” "They’re all there. I can tell by the way she pulls,” the engineer said. He mopped the sweat from his brow with a grimy handkerchief. "There was three mine payrolls in that baggage­ car safe, and if they don’t give you one of ’em, son, then—” The sentence went unfinished, for the red-head had waved carelessly and disappeared over the tender. He made his way over the cat-walk atop the baggage car to the far end, swung down upon the platform. The door to the luggage car was open and he lounged in. “That’s the ranny,” some one said from a group collected around a man lying on the floor. One lamp flick­ ered dimly overhead. Hoagy Henshaw turned around. "How’d you know this stickup was cornin’ off?” “I was trying to sleep and I seen that jasper in the seat ahead of me signallin’ out into the night with matches. He got up. I followed him out. He was tryin’ to uncouple the car.” “Well, he’s dead,” Hoagy said, “and nobody saw him do nothin’ out of the way. We only got your word for it.” “He’s right, Hoagy,” the gambler put in. “I saw the man lighting matches myself and wondered about it.”* “All right, Quinn. I’ll take your w-ord for it.” He looked at the red­ head. "But I’m goin’ to talk to the train crew first, before I let you go. There’s somethin’ funny about this.” Back in the passenger coach black-haired puncher introduced gambler to. the red-head. “Rosy, this is Martin Quinn.” the the To the gambler he said: "This here is the hero of the train robbery, or the robber. I dunno which. Name’s Rosy Rand.” 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. Colbome. Office Phone 54. Nights 107 HARRY FRYFOGLE Licensed Embalmer and Funeral Director Furniture and Funeral Service Ambulance Service. Phones: Day 109W. ' Night 109J. •3 DR. R. L. STEWART PHYSICIAN Telephone 29. J. W. BUSHFIELD Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Etc. Money to Loan. . 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Hours, 9 a.m. to 8 p.m. A. R. & F. E. DUVAL CHIROPRACTORS CHIROPRACTIC and ELECTRO THERAPY North Street — Wingham Telephone 300. After shaking hands, they all sat normal individual should exercise to means living our lives below the the point of perspiration once a day. We should walk sometimes in place of riding, play some games and spread them throughout the week, not con­ centrate them all on** Saturday. On the other hand, we should not forget the need of rest. Perhaps there are more of us in need of rest than of . exercise. Children require a great deal of rest, freedom from ac­ tivity, and long hours Of sleep in or­ der that they may grow and develop healthy minds in healthy bodies. The adult needs rest in order to repair the wear and tear of daily life, and to prepare for the days ahead. A quantity of our activities are without any particular interest to us. They are largely a matter of doing some­ thing, an evidence of our inability to be still, and to enjoy ourselves quiet­ ly and restfully in relaxation. We must realize that the possibil­ ities of health depend, in large meas­ ure, upon ourselves. If we would have health, we must be prepared to make the necessary effort to secure the exercise we need and to establish habits of living which permit of suf­ ficient rest and sleep. Neglect means less health if not actual disease; it down in the gambler’s seat. ‘What was the shot in here, Dave?” Rand asked. "Turner here—” Quinn began. Suddenly, he stood up and glanced around the car. "He’s gone. He hightailed it while we were out of the car.” He explained to the red-head what the shooting had been about. "Who was he? Ever seen him be­ fore?” Rand asked. Turner shook' ’his head. "There’s not a stuffed Stetson yet that didn’t think he could choose ,a gambler on any grounds of his own makin’.” Quinn nodded, “That’s about it. I used to know an old-timer who said if a gambler changes his name once a month and keeps on the move, he’s got an evtm chance of outlivin’ a dumb rustler.” Turner laughed. "And I’ve heard him say it. It was Dipper-Mouth Hartley, wasn’t it?” "He’s the one,” Quinn said. "I’d been led to believe he was in the Yuma pen.” “That’s where I knew him,” Turn­ er said briefly. “Sorry,” Quinn said. He studied the two men before him' with the acuteness of a man shrewd in the judgment of men. Turner was perhaps ten pounds lighter than Rand, two inches shorter. But they both bore the same stamp, that of quiet men, young, slow in judgment, quick in action. It mattered not at all to the gamb­ ler that Turner had been in prison, A glance at him told Quinn that it had left him untouched. They were both young, perhaps twenty-five, dressed in the soft, oft-washed range clothes of waist overalls and blue shirt. (Continued Next Week) standard which we are capable of 5at- taining, It means more worry and less happiness. Health is worth the effort, blit we must make the effort ourselves. Questions concerning Health, ad­ dressed to the Canadian Medical As­ sociation, 184 College St., Toronto, will be answered personally by letter. Lemon Pulp in Salads Lemon pulp may be used in salads calling for such ingredients as fish, eggs, lettuce and so on to replace chopped pickle. So used, it furnishes a delightful variation of flavor. Cut the lemon in small pieces, us­ ing a sharp knife or scissors. Remove all the membrane possible, save juice and use with chopped pulp. Use % cup lemon pulp and juice to cup shredd’ed lettuce or cabbage.1 Said one man to another: “I thought you said that when you mar­ ried you would be master in your own house or know the reason “why.” "I did.” “Well?” "I know the reason why.” G-MEN PROTECT THESE KENTUCY MINERS CANOE TRIPS HOLD NEW CHARMS WITH THIS CHARM ING GUIDE EXERCISE AND REST June Can- A HEALTH SERVICE OF THE CANADIAN MEDICAL ASSOCIATION AND LIFE . INSURANCE COMPANIES IN CANADA JUThe twrth wu-iU of are as tough as Oattarcv can o-Jfer, yet ■they hold mo SWi&irs bfctadle Marie Sarkipato. She iSMtaf her birthday by guiding this party of girls on a 100-mile canoe trip into I the wilds. .Miss Sarkipato (second | from left) supervises the loading of canoes as the putty prepuces to leave from Fall Lake, Winton, Minn, The others are; Esther Martitietti, Chi­ cago (extreme left); Adair Frisk, Chi- eago (second from right), and Bonnier, St. Paul, Minn. Neat' ada's Qtictico Park, the party paused for a swim in the chilly May waters and Guide Sarkiptao (right) is equip" ped for the occasion. it appears to be necessary to re­ mind many persons of the need for daily exercise of the body, Exercise tends to strengthen the muscles of the body, including the heart which is a muscular organ. Exercise deep­ ens and increases respiration, produc­ es heat, induces perspiration, and de­ velops the motor and sensory nerve centres of the brain. «!£ the* food which we cat is to be properly digested and used for the nutrition of the body, we must exer­ cise; if the elimination from bowel and kidney is to be kept in proper order, we must exercise. It is perhaps & good working rule to say that the Speaking in a thick brogue under­ standable only to their neighbors, Kentucky mountaineers are testifying for the government as charges of ter­ rifying miners are pressed against mine operators in Harlan county, Ky, G-Men stand by to protect them in the crowded courtroom as they point accusing fingers at employers and former police officials who are alleg­ ed to have used illegal methods to prevent unionisation.