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The Wingham Advance-Times, 1938-06-09, Page 6was six WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES Thursday, June 9th, 193$ \e FEUD at < SINGLE SHOT! By Luke Short SYNOPSIS "With his partner, Rosy Rand, Dave Turner is on his way to his ranch at Single Shot. Both are returning from prison where they have served sen­ tences for unjust convictions. On the train, which is carrying a large sum of money, Rosy’s quick action and straight shooting foils a hold-up while Dave saves the life of Martin Quinn, a gambler, who is being threatened by a desperado. The three become fast friends. * * * They looked up to see Hoagy shuffling down the hisle intoning to the car: “Single Shot. Five minutes to Single Shot.” He stopped by their seat and look­ ed judiciously at Rand. “I been up to the cab talkin’ with the boys. They tell me you pulled ’em out of a tight spot.” ‘Tm goin’ into Wapais on this run. I’ll tell the super. There may be some money in it for you.” Rand flushed. “They can keep it.” But Hoagy was persistent. “Look here. ‘He’ll want to do somethin’ for you. There was three mine pay-rolls in that baggage-car safe.” ’Rand thought a minute. “All right. If he wants to do somethin’, have him write the warden at Yuma and tell him.” “Warden? Yuma?” Hoagy said slowly. “I’m out on parole,” Rand told him. Turner’s nod confirmed him. Quinn shook his head slowly, looking from one to the other. “If a gambler’s word in a tight EDUCATION can bring temperance! Wherever and whenever it has been tried, prohi­ bition has failed . . . anyone who is capable of learning from experience must realize by now that people cannot be made good by law. Yet there is a constant flow of propaganda seek­ ing to prejudice the public against the present sensible system of government control. It is better to educate the individual in self­ discipline and self-control than to attempt im­ possible prohibitions. Such education is the object of this series of ad­ vertisements. We sincerely commend it to those genuinely interested in the cause of temperance. A LETTER FROM DICKENS “I am certain that if I had been at Mr. Fuzzi- wig’s ball I should have taken a little negus —and possibly not .a little beer—and been none the worse for it, in heart or head. I am very sure that the working people of this country have not too many household en­ joyments, and I could hot, in my fancy or in actual deed deprive them of this one when it is innocently shared. Neither do I see why I should deny it to myself.’’ —Charles Dickens replying to a letter from a lady who objected to references to drinking in his books. • T/i/s advertisement is inserted by the Brewing Industry in the interest of a belter publie understanding ok certain aspects of the problems of temperance. place will do you any good, let me* know, I’ll be at the Free Throw in Single Shot.” “We’ll be neighbors, then,” Turn­ er said. “My Dad’s got a spread near there.” The Sierra Blancos must have looked at the town of Single Shot with a degree of tolerance, since this irregular and' shabby cowtown had been allowed to remain at the mouth of its deep valley for more than forty years." South of the town lay the foot­ hills sloping in three stippled swells to the semi-arid plains many miles below. Looming up as a mountain in its ■own right, to the west of the town and a little to the south lay Hoahuila Butte, a spur of Old Cartridge. To the east, more mountains, but low, over which the train had labored this night to coast triumphantly and nois­ ily into the station. Dave was glued to the window, Rosy behind him. “See her?” Rosy asked. Dave’s answer was long in com­ ing. “No. Reckon Mary didn’t get my letter after all.”' They were the last two out of the car and as they descended to the sta­ tion platform, Dave’s eyes roved the small crowd for a sign of his sister. She was not there. She, too, then, had been ashamed to be seen in pub­ lic with a jail-bird brother. “Ain’t, you Dave Turner?” Dave turned. Confronting him was a fat, shapeless man, looking like two hundred-odd pounds of soiled clothes topped by a greasy Stetson. He wore ragged, saber mustaches below a thick-nostriled nose, and his eyes were unblinking, red-rimmed. Dave recognized him at once. “Sure. I’m Dave Turner. You’re Sheriff' Lowe—still,” Dave said dryly. “Uh-huh. Still. Come on this train?” “Yeah,” Dave drawled. “Lookin’ for your sister?” “Uh-huh. I figg'ered she’d meet me here.” “She won’t.” Dave’s eyes narrowed a little, “No.’ She knew I was cornin’.” “I reckon she knew. Everybody does,” “Then where is she?” “Soledad.” “Soledad? I asked her to meet me here.” “Ain’t Soledad as close to your spread as Single Shot?” The sheriff countered. “Sure. What of it?” “Nothin’. If I was you, I’d go to Soledad and meet her there.” Dave was quiet a long moment. “You haven’t got the guts to say it right out, have you, Hank?” A small group of loafers had col­ lected. “I reckon I have. Get out,” the sheriff said flatly. “Why?” Dave asked bluntly. “I got enough trouble without let- tin’ more of it walk right into town.” “I’m out,” Dave said slowly. “I didn’t escape from prison. I was par­ doned. “I took my whippin’. Eight years of it, for killin’ a horse-thief that de­ served killin’. I’m goin' anywhere I please.” “I reckon, not. Not if you aim to come here.” A new voice broke into the con­ versation, Quinn’s. “These two men fought off a train robbery tonight, Sheriff. If that’s not Jaw-abiding enough for you, what is?” The sheriff turned on Quinn. “If I was you and had business to mind, I’d mind it.” “That’s good advice,” Quinn con­ ceded, “It might apply to you, too.” He turned to Dave. “When I see some of these whistle-stop John Laws I sometimes wish my old man had been hung for rustlin',” he drawled. “Mark of honor in some cases, I’d call it,” The sheriff’s eyes barely flickered. “You only been in this town two weeks. Mebbe you’d like to ride out with Turner?” Quinn slowly placed on his head the black, shapeless Stetson he had been carrying. “When you run Turn­ er out of town for good, Sheriff, then you can start oil. me,” he said in a low voice. “Very likply, by that time I’ll be willing to go.” \ He turned and walked slowly off around the corner. At this moment the train bell clanged, announcing its departure. Hoagy, who had been listening to the argument, laid a hand on Dave’s arm. “If she’s waitin’ in Soledad, you better climb on.” “Thanks, Hoagy,” Dave said, with­ out taking his eyes from the sheriff’s fat face, “Hank, I dunno when I’ll be in Single Shot, but when I take a notion I’ll be in.” When the thrashing locomotive had labored its way around Coahuila Butte, the chief physical obstacle sep­ arating the two towns, disgorging two lone passengers, cowpunchers, warbags in hand. A small figure ran quickly from the shadows of the station, saying one word: “Dave!” Dave held her at arm’s lengthy his hands on her shoulders. “Mary,” said simply, huskily. “Why, I reckon — I — why you’re beautiful, sis. But where’s the corn­ colored hair? life brown and nice and crinkly now.” A slight flush diffused the girl’s face and. her wide moist eyes looked at him with affection, with a serene- ity in their brown depths. She was half a head shorter than Dave, but straight, erect as a cavalryman in her riding breeches and white, open- necked shirt. Her body was slendei yet full and rounded. “But Dave, my hair turned, just like mother’s. But you haven’t changed. You’ve filled out, but those eyes give you away." They laughed together. “Haven’t you forgotten something, Dave?” . She didn’t wait for an answer, but turned to Rosy. “You’re Rosy Rand Dave wrote about. I’m Mary.” She extended her hand and Rosy took it, mumbling something that was lost in the sud­ den thickness of his tongue. They walked behind the station to where the horses were hitched. “I brought a big bay for Mr. Rand. You wrote me he was so big, Dave.” They found their horses. Dave’s hand “rubbed up against something slung from the saddle horn. “What’s this, sis?” he said slowly. “Guns?” Mary hesitated a moment before answering. “Yes. I didn’t know whe­ ther you’d have any or not?” “Is there anything wrong?” Dave asked. “No. Not specially. I—I just didn't know whether you’d have them or not.” Mary kept, up a continual stream of animated talk as they rode through the town, headed north in the direc­ tion of' the mountains. Everything that had happened that /Dave might want to know, she told him. Soon he found his opportunity to speak. They were far from town, rid­ ing abreast, the night was warm and friendly, a smell of sagebrush was in the thin air. “Is there something wrong, Mary? What is it? Why did you bring the guns?” “Well, it’s a combination of every­ thing, Dave. The sheriff warned me not to meet youi in Single Shot be­ cause he wouldn’t let you off the train there. I thought there might be an argument. If it was a bad one, it would be pretty wise to carry a gun, wouldn’t it?” “You’ve got to do better than that, Mary,” Dave said quietly; “Sheriffs don’t bushwhack.” Mary sighed. “All right. I’ll tell you.” Her voice was grave. “Do you remember those three sections on cur south line tight against the badlands that dad always wanted to ditch for hay?” “And never did. Sure,” “There are five families of nesters *on there now,” Mary, said slowly. “They hate us, Finnegan—-One of the hands—went down and they took his Business and Professional Director/ II .11.1 II" .. ............ . —"■!■■ I I Iioiwrwwiii.i.iiiiiiiiiiiiiiuiiii 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. 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. P. Kennedy. Phone 150. - Wingham gun away from him when he ordered them off. Dave, maybe they think your coming home will mean they will be kicked off. They might—” “—take a notion to take a .'.rack at me,” Dave finished. “Is that it?” “Now you know,” Mary said quiet­ ly. “Maybe,” Dave® said dubiously. “Why haven’t they been kicked off? What about the sheriff?” “Help our family? He barely Dave had forgotten Mary speaks to me on the street. You see, he still holds that kid’s foolishness against you.” It was-the first reference to Dave’s prison term and he was glad Mary was open about it. He began to real­ ize bitterly that the years of prison had been torture for some one besides himself. “And what else, sis? What else made you bring the guns?” Mary sighed. “You were stubborn as a kid, Dave, and I see you haven’t changed. He’s a mine owner. He’s bought ,up land just above Single Shot. You know where the trail goes into the notch just behind Coahuila Butte add down the mountainside in­ to Single Shot?” “Sure.” ' “And you know how steep the mountainside is? How the only way you can get down it is through that dry wash? Well, he’s built a mine, the Draw Three, right at the mouth of that wash at the bottom of the slope.” “What about it?” Dave said. “Wait a minute, Do you remeip- ber, too, that little lake just below Old Cartridge that’s so close to the edge of the rim-rock?” “Of course, That’S all our water, isn’t it?” “It still is,” Mary said. ‘“Well, the lake is only a few yards from the rock rim and our boundary. Hammond, when he bought the mine, said that in the deed there was a lake men­ tioned.” Dave’s mouth sagged, “Lake? Why it’s ours. When dad registered that land, he took a hundred and sixty Dr. W. A. McKibbon, B.A. PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Located at the Otffice of the Late Dr. H. W. Colborne, Office Phone 54. Nights 107 J. W. BUSHFIELD Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Etc, Money to Loan. Office — Meyer Block, Wingham J. H. CRAWFORD Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Etc. Successor to R. Vanstone. Wingham Ontario R. S. HETHERINGTON BARRISTER and SOLICITOR Office — Morton Block. Telephone No. 66. 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. acres off the west and put it on the east so as to include the lake. Why doesn’t Hammond look it up?” “Oh, it’s all so stupid, Dave. The maps show that section perfectly square, shows the lake off our land. I’ve shown him the papers and ev­ erything else, but the map. is drawn wrong and he won’t believe me. He threatens to take it to law if we don’t give in by the time he needs the wa­ ter.” would be a woman now. ' “And what does the sheriff think about that?” Dave asked sardonically. “He won’t have anything to do with it,” Mary said. “I don’t think I like that sheriff," Rosy drawled. “He’s all right,” Dave said. “A good man. He’s dumb and patient, but he’s honest. When he gets riled, though, watch out. You’d never know it,( but that big fat jasper has got a draw that’s as soft and quick as a whisper. He’s never been afraid in his life.” The far yipe of a coyote came to Dave’s ears, interrupting his thoughts. “What about the courts, Mary?” he asked precently, out of a reverie. “Those Pesters haven’t any right h$ve they?" (Continued Next Week) NO ACTION ON RE­ FORESTATION BY COUNTY COUNCIL " (Continued from Page Two) on certain roads. The province will be petitioned to refund to the muni­ cipality all gas tax paid on gasoline used in the construction and mainteiW ance of county municipal roads. Albert McWha was given permis­ sion to use all documents, books, etc., belonging to the County in compiling a history of the county of Huron. The idea was heartily endorsed and it was recommended that Mr. Mc­ Wha be given all possible assistance. Warden Haacke, Reeves. Turner, Brown, Eckert and J. H. Scott re­ ported on the delegation to Ottawa HARRY FRYFOGLE Licensed Embalmer and Funeral Director Furniture and Funeral Service Ambulance Service. Phones: Day 109W. Night 109J, THOMAS'FELLS AUCTIONEER REAL ESTATE SOLD A Thorough Knowledge of Farm Stock. Phone 231, Wingham. It WiH Pay Yop to Have An EXPERT AUCTIONEER to conduct your sale. See T. R. BENNETT At The Royal Service Station. Phone 174W. J. ALVIN FOX Licensed Drugless Practitioner” CHIROPRACTIC - DRUGLESS THERAPY - RADIONIC EQUIPMENT Hours by Appointment. Phone 191. Winghamj A. R. & F. E. DUVAL CHIROPRACTORS CHIROPRACTIC and ELECTRO THERAPY North Street — Wingham Telephone 300. seeking harbor improvements for Goderich. All expressed pleasure in the personnel of the delegation, and were hopeful of its Jresult. Doctors and hospitals were raked over the coals by reeves of different municipalities for committing indig­ ent patients to hospitals without pro­ per investigation, thus saddling both the county and municipality with un­ necessary expense. The next meeting of the Council will be November 15th. RELIEVE MENU MONOTONY By Betty Barclay Brazil nuts sliced, chopped, crush­ ed or whole, add greater palate ap­ peal to old recipes as well as new. To relieve menu monotony try add­ ing a handful of fresh Brazil nuts t® mashed sweet potatoes, shape into cutlets and fry in deep fat or serve first Spring strawberries and whip­ ped cream in a meringue torte top­ ped with Brazil nuts. The tested recipes follow: Sweet Potato Cutlets ...s 4 to 5 sweet potatoes % cup butter Salt, pepper Nutmeg 114 cups crushed Brazil nuts Macaroni sticks Scrub potatoes and boil in salted water until tender. Peel. Put through ricer and beat in butter, seasonings and half a cup of crushed Brazil nuts. Form into cutlet shapes and roll in nuts. Put three-inch stick of macar­ oni in each cutlet and fry in deep fat, 395° F., until brown on both sides. The cutlets may be baked in a hot oven 450° F. instead of fried if they are dotted with butter. Strawberry Brazil Torte 6 egg whites 14 teaspoon cream of tartar 1 cup granulated sugar Va teaspoon vanilla 14 cup, chopped or. sliced Brazil nuts 1^4 cups cream, whipped and Sweetened to taste 1 pint strawberries Whole Brazil nuts Beat egg whites until foamy, add cream of tartar and beat until egg whites .will stand up in peaks. Beat in sugar, one-quarter of a cup at a time. Beat in vanilla. Wjth a table- spo,on arrange in form of ririg on un­ greased baking sheet. Sprinkle with nuts and bake fifty to sixty minutes in a slow oven, 275° F., cdol, loosen with spatula and remove carefully to serving dish. Rill center with Sweet­ ened whipped cream mixed with slic­ ed strawberries. Garnish with whole unhulled berries and whole Brazil nuts. ’ “I expect your father was much up­ set over your sister’s elopment.” “Rather, we thought it was never going to come off.”