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
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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.”
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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.”
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CANOE TRIPS HOLD NEW CHARMS WITH THIS CHARM ING GUIDE
EXERCISE AND REST
June
Can-
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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.