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Home My WebLink AboutThe Wingham Advance-Times, 1938-07-28, Page 6THE WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES Thursday, July 28th, 1938 By Luke Short you this } BEST HOTEL LOCATION ■3r When Wilbert Lee O’Daniel at (R1GI1T) stepped into the race for governor of Texas, things began to happen. Ignoring the traditional me thods of his opponents, O’Daniei, a had that the Cro- former flour salesman and radio en tertainer, introduced his hill-billy band to the state via a sound truck (LEFT). He has no manager, no par ty machine. He promises $30 a month in his pacing and leatl- from a song he wrote, “Please the biscuits, Pappy?’ Texans went to the polls, to choose the democratic nominee for tha governship on July 23rd. to campaign funds is solicited in barrels ^labelled, flour-—NOT pork. When hecklers ask questions he replies by starting up his band. His slogan is Canadians are always welcome with Deanna Durbin. Here she is with friends and relatives during a vaca tion. (LEFT TO RIGHT): Miss A. Gilgras, formerly of PeterborO; Mrs. 4Ther« b no ihow or artifice at Botch Mathton-Lenox. A definite empfiaib on COMFORT, plut pleajant and peaceful sur» roundings - thee* are considered th* quefittea you are seeking and these are the qtftlitiei you find at these Ideally located hotels. KoomS fjUont $]50 WITH PRIVATE BATH from »1» SUITES AVAILABLE’ALSO WEEKLY RATES GARAGE NEARBY MADISON ^LENOX VERNON W. MeCOY MADISON AVE. At GRAND CIRCUS PARK GM.-Mgr. The FEUD at SINGLE SHOT ® AVTOCASTER ound in his coat pocket, Rosy idly noted that Hammond wore half-boots, the tracks of which could not possib ly jibe with the track he had seen up by the lake. And Hammond was smoking a pipe too, not tailor-made cigarettes. “And that ain’t all,” Rosy said, still pacing the floor.' “How could Crow ell have been around these parts and kept hidden long enough to drill them holes for the dynamite? There was lots of them, and in hard rock.” “He couldn’t," Hammond said. Rosy looked at him a long time. “That means that Crowell ain’t done the dynamitin’ at all. It was done by some or^ he hired, some un derstrappers, that could travel around in this country and not be noticed much." 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. Stopping at Single Shot, the sheriff tells Dave he is not wanted. Quinn defends Dave but Dave and Rand go to Soledad to meet Mary, Dave’s sister, and proceed on horseback to the ranch. Mary reveals she is married and tells Dave that the ranch is doing poorly, being beset by nesters and involved in a claim dispute. Suddenly a shot from the darkness topples Dave from his horse. Rosyf fires and kills the unknown as sailant and they rush to the ranch to treat Dave’s severe scalp wound. Next morning, at breakfast, Dave and Rosy discover that Mary is now cooking for the ranch hands—a bad sign. Af ter discussing financial matters with Mary, Dave and Rosy saddle horses and leave for Single Shot to deliver a corpse to the sheriff and see the town banker. Identity of corpse re veals him to be ex-employee of Ham mond’s.. Dave, Rosy and the sheriff immediately confront Hammond with facts. Fight between Hammond and Dave prevented by sheriff. Dave plans to raise alfalfa on his land and use money to pay off mortgage. Someone blew up the lake. Hammond thought it was Dave and the latter suspected Hammond. A chance meeting of the two gives them an opportunity to clear away this false impression^ ,.»£.♦ .. 4P" Dave slapped his knee. “Then that’s the hombre! He’s the only man we know that wants both our spread and your mine. He’s the only jasper that we know of." .................... “Where is he now?" Rosy cut in. “Gone,” Hammond said. He took the morning train out. He come in here around seven o’clock, about ten minutes before the train went, and made me an offer for the mine. Said he just come on a hunch.” Rosy broke in. “What did he look like?" Ham/.iond thought a moment be fore teplyirig» “Short, dark. Got a thin face kiitl dark eyes. Wears dark clothes, city clothes. Got a funny habit of lookin’ at your tie or your collar. Don’t weigh more’n a hundred au’ thirty,” i / Rosy rammed his hands in his poc- i Lets and paced the floor, smoking! furiously. Suddenly, he turned on Hammond and Dave. “And he’ll Le back," Rosy said de cisively, “if I got this figgered out j right. While he thinks you and Dave pt?” are fightin’ mad and when everything I “You might as well make a guess,” looks hopeless. He’ll be back and he - Rosy said carefully. “Yours is as will be back with cash!’.’ good as the next one.” Hammond looked around on a side' table, then asked Dorsey: < “Get my pipe, will you, honey?” ; Dorsey wi ened 1 were They rode on in silence, “You said back there a ways had a guess as to what’s behind all this. Mind teUin’ me? I’m about as interested in this as you are,” Rosy said finally, “Mind tailin’ you? You won’t be here very long before you begin guessin' the same thing. I’m one of these hombres that’s careful with his guesses." When they reached the Mile High, Jackson reined up. “Have a drink?" Rosy sjiook his head. “I’ve got some business. Later, if I see you around." “Sure. I’m giftin' drunk, You’ll see me all right, but if I can’t see you and I don’t remember it, Boardman wanted me to ask Turner for the loan of a man day after tomorrow.” and then talk to you. If he could af ford it, all right. I’d let him win it back and then play him on the level, If he couldn’t, it* went back to his wife. It’s better than lettin’ him lose it at the other saloon, isn’t it?" “I reckon,’ ’Rosy said. “Ever since I got in town two weeks ago,” Quinn continued, “Win ters has been ridin’ me, I reckon he thought I was a tin-horn." He laugh ed. “He’s wasted a lot of money find in’ out I wasn’t."' “How’ll you get it back to Dave? He won’t take it." _ Quinn frowned in thought He drew a clean slip of paper from his pocket and wrote on it. Finished, he handed it to Rosy, who said: “Dick Turner staked me once when I didn’t have a dime. It’s taken 25 years to pay it back. Here it is. I can’t give my name, because I’m hid ing, but the munny’s clean. Good luck. Here was where the hard-cases hung out. <* 1 1 □ I Ji w Rosy paused ed on the bed. “Gents, we’ve walked into some thin’ that’ll take a lot of blowin’ up. I aim to start right now. There’s tracks up-there at that lake. I’m bit tin’ for the lake.” Dave thought a moment. “There’s no reason why we shouldn’t split up." They separated, Rosy headed back to town. Another horseman was look ing at the crowd and as Rosy pulled away, he saw the man pull his horse and head for the road toward Single Shot. They took the road at about the same time. The stranger was a small man, mounted on a big roan gelding that made him look like a wizened, monkey-faced little jockey. He great, drooping sandy mustaches Were generously shot with gray. “Howdy,” he greeted Rosy. “Dave Turner’s new boss, ain’t you?” “I’m Laredo Jackson, Boardman’s foreman. We’re neighbors.” They ; shook hands. Jackson’s scowded. ! “That’s a coyote’s trick. Who done My guess ain’t fit to speak*,” Jack- j son answered. ! Rosy looked at him, secret amuse- •tot So the closet and op- . ment in his eyes. Here was probably mend’s clothes some crank of an old cowpoke that ey fumbled ar-had a pet solution for every crime. '* »I .*? ' » * * He thought he saw a Smile start on the smaller man’s face, then dis appear. Jackson nodded and swung off his horse. Rosy watched him dis mount, stretch .and swagger into the Mile High. Rosy-urged his horse on thoughtfully. He swung down before the Free Throw. He hadn’t seen Quinn for a while. iMaybe the gamb ler would have-supper with him. As he shouldered he saw that the gambling was slack, but there was a small crowd around Quinn’s table. He saw Rosy and motioned him over. “Can Winters afford to lose a thou sand dollars at poker?” he asked ir relevantly. Rosy looked quickly at him, wondering what he was driving at. ' * • ■ ' “No,” he answered. Quinn drew an envelope from his pocket and handed it to Rosy, who could feel the limpness of well-worn bills. “Keep it,” Quinn said. Rosy looked at him. “It’s yours. If Winters can’t take care of himself, he shouldn’t gamble.” Quinn laughed quietly. “Be sensi ble man. That money wasn’t honest ly come by.” “You mean you used a cold deck?" Rosy asked slowly. Quinn nodded. “I figured he could n’t afford to lose it. You see I’d heard about his wife.” Rosy didn’t comment. “I used marked cards,” Quinn went on casually. “I figured I’d clean him a friend,” Quinn took the paper, slipped it in the envelope with the money and then addressed the envelope to Mrs. Ted Winters. “They can’t question that," Quinn said. Rosy nodded. “When did Winters lose it?” “Last night, early. He came in late in the afternoon and wouldn’t play with the house men. I’m dealin’ faro, but when things are slack' I sit in on a poker game. He waited for me." “Early last night, you say? What time did he leave?” “Eight-thirty or so.” “Uh-huh. Why?" Quinn looked ay him. “Nothin’.” Quinn had to be back at the faro table at seven-.thirty, so Rosy left him and walked up the street to the hotel which was three doors past the Mile High. He engaged a room, went up stairs and washed. Winters kept fore-' ing himself into his mind. If Winters could lose a thousand at poker, where was he getting the money? He could n’t get it from Mary’s share of the ranch’. • ' -• i-- - i > 1 . He left the room. As he was go ing down the stairs he met the same strange still-eyed man that had come in the restaurant. Was this jasper following him? He dismissed it with a shrug. Downstairs, he inquired of clerk: “Anyone by the name of well registered here?” “A. J. Crowell? No, he left mornin’.” Outside, he decided to Jook in the Mile High and see if Jackson was in a talkative mood. Once through the swinging doors, the rank smell of alcohol and cheap tobacco struck him in the face like a thick, miasmic fog. A glance ar ound told Rosy that here was where the hard-cases of the town and sur rounding country hung out. In one glance, he took in .the faro and monte tables and finally the bar. He grinned. Planted smack in dead center of the bar was Laredo Jackson, five feet of elbow room on each side of him. The bartenders were eyeing him with sil ent disapproval. e , Laredo was facing the bar and mir ror and saw Rosy’s reflection in it as the younger man joined him. “Two whiskies,” he said to the bar tender without turning his head. Then to Rosy: “How’s things, Red?” “Good.” Rosy saw the customers watching them. “Lon’t you like com pany or don’t they like you?” he ask ed. . Laredo turned and faced the room, at the first opportunity." Business an d Professional Directory Wellington Mutual Fire Insurance Co. Established 1840. f Risks taken on, a 11 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. II. W. Coibome. Office Phone 54. Nights 107 HARRY FRYFOGLE Licensed Embalmer and Funeral Director ! Furniture and < * Funeral Service Ambulance Service. 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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 I CHIROPRACTIC and 1 ELECTRO THERAPY I North Street — Wingham I Telephone 300. | PASS THE BISCUITS, PAPPY,” IS HIS THEME every Texan over 65. Money for v - / S&A hoisting his elbows on the bar. “I got throwed out of this stinkin’ pothole five years ago,” he announced loudly. “I git drunk once a week here hopin’ somebody’ll try it again.” Rosy decided it was useless to try and talk1 with him. The little foreman was well on his way to being drunk now. Out of courtesy Rosy bought a round, examining the room behind him in the bar mirror. As he was watching, he saw the swinging door open in and the same man Rosy had seen watching him in the Free Throw the restaurant, and the hotel, came in. He leaned over to Laredo. “Know that jasper that just came in?” Laredo turned, and with difficulty singled out the man. Then he turned and grinned. “Sure I know him,” he said loudly. “He’s an understrapper for a coyote named Sayres.”- “Easy,” Rosy warned in *a low voice. “Some of these hard-cases have got ears.” The talk at the bar dribbled off in to silence, and the customers stared at the two. “Wally Sayres, this jasper’s boss —” Laredo began loudly. "Let’s go over to the Free Throw,” Rosy said easily. “Jerry Boardman made Wally Sayr es a present of fifty head of Three B steers last year,” Laredo continued, his voice booming through the room. “They call it makin’ a present in this country when you turn your back.” Rosy half turned. He saw the stocky man come walking slowly to ward the bar. The man stopped some ten* feet from the bar, feet planted solidly. “What was you sayin’ about Sayr es?” he asked. Laredo spat precisely. “What was I sayin’ about Sayres? Why, nothin’ much, ’cept he’s the forkedest jasper west, cast, north, south or in the mid dle of the Rio Grande.” Rosy swiftly calculated the lights. His gaze swiveled, back to the man standing before them. “And that ain’t all,’’ Laredo con tinued, his elbows coming slowly from the bar. “He feeds and runs the damnedest pack of buzzards that ever forked a bronc.” The man was leaning forward a lit tle, and Rosy could see his features bloated with anger. (Continued Next Week') Mr. Jones was airing his views at the dinner table about the inconsist encies of women. “These modern girls who protest that they are never going to marry” he said venemously; “why, everybody knows they will belie their own words His wife kept a discreet silence. “Why, Martha,” he said, “I once heard you say that you’d never marry the best man alive.” “Well—I didn’t,” said Mrs. Jones. DEANNA AMONG FRIENDS W. H. Barry, mother of Deanna’s best friend, Audrey; Jean Read, a cousin Mrs. F. Read, formerly of Peterboro Deanna’s aunt and Deanna's mother. Our art director was proudly dis playing a landscape he’d made in his spare time, “A hundred wouldn’t buy this picture,” he boasted. “I know,” said the editor. “I’m one of the hundred,” “You’ve been' fighting," accused his mfothef. “Ho, mother, I positively ain’t” re plied li’l Lemuel. “I got this black eye by aeident.” “Accident? HumphFf “Yes, mother. I was slttii? Oft top of that new kid in the neighborhood and I forgot io hold his feet ” £ni*anaa, to REAL /f&kpiialtiy DETROIT