The Wingham Advance-Times, 1938-09-01, Page 6'PAGE Six THE WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES Thursday, September 1, 1938
A
Vie FEUD at
SINGLE SHOTJ
( By Luke Skort'~^i
clarifies foreign policy
SYNOPSIS
With his partner, Rosy Hand, Dave
Turner is on his way to his ranch at
jingle 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
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.
Rosy 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
spread been called for yet?”
"No. Winters got his, but he nev
er took the rest of it."
On the street again, he headed for
the bank. He had come to a decision
about Winters at last. According to
Murphy, Mary Winters had not re
ceived the money he had mailed to
her anonymously the night before, so
she had “not given Winters the mon
ey he now had,
He entered the bank, swung open
the gate and strode past the clerk to
the office door marked "Private.” He
swung it open brusquely. Pearson
was seated at a flat desk, pencil in
hand.
Quinn reached, in his bill-fold and
drew out a card which hq flipped care
lessly on the desk in front of Pear
son. The banker studied the card and
his rather stern features settled into
more genial lines,
"“What can I do for you, Mr.
Quinn?”
"I want to know about‘Winters,
Tom?”
The house man nodded and left. In
five minutes he was back.
"He’s got a wad so big he can’t
get it in his billfold,”
Qpinn left and walked down to
ward the station. At a shoe shop a
few doors below the bank, he enter
ed and was waited upon by a near
sighted and be-aproned old German.
“Anybody call for a pair of rjdiri*
boots,during the last hour, Dad?” he
asked him. “I mean riding boots, ar
my boots.”
The old German" shook his head.
"Is there another shoe store in
town?”
“Dere iss a man from me four dors
down who sess he rebairs boots,”
Quinn thanked him, suppressing a
smile, and went down the street to
the other boot shop, He asked the
same question of an old Mexican who
assured him fluently that he had not
seen such a pair.
Outside again, Quinn rolled a' cig-
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on the side of peace and justice as he
clarified Prime Minister Chamber
lain’s foreign policy for the world.
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discover that Mary is now cooking
for the ranch hands—a bad sign. Af-
u|er 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. The
hunt now turns to Crowell, the mys
terious man of means and ambitions.
Rosy rushes to Winter’s home to tell
Mary of his suspicions about her hus
band and asks her help to prove his
findings. Laredo evolves a scheme to
-arrest Crowell as a murder suspect in
order to hold him for questioning.* * ♦
Quinn was dealing faro when La
redo handed him Rosy's note.
He got his hat and left the Free
Throw, heading for Sam’s place, the
only place in town where a man could
get a bath in hot water. He entered
the shop and found Winters stretched
out in the single barber chair getting
shave.
Winters saw him and raised a care
less hand in greeting. "Hullo, Quinn.
How’d they pry you away from the
faro table?”
“I took the afternoon off,” Quinn
said.
Winters laughed easily. “I was
hoping you’d be there this afternoon.
I was coming in and take a heap of
money away from you.”
Something in Quinn’s mind
him to be cautious. “I never
down a game,” he said quietly.
Quinn smiled and said nothing. He
waited a moment, then stood up. “I’ll
be back later, Sam.”
Quinn went into the hardware
store, one corner of which was wall
ed up into a large room which was
the post office. Murphy was behind
the wicket.
“Hello, Murph,” Quinn greeted
him. “Has .the mail for the Turner
As Sayres reached out, Dave lunged for his throat . . . .
Mr. Theodore Winters," Quinn said.
“Does he bank here? I’d like to
take a look at his’account if he does.”
"Certainly.” Pearson rang a bell
and the clerk entered.
“See if we have a (Mr. Theodore
Winters banking here,” Pearson ord
ered. "Bring me his account.”
The clerk disappeared and returned
with a sheet of loose-leaf paper.
Pearson handed it to Quinn. The
gambler scanned it swiftly.
“He banked twenty-five a week for
three months, then stopped. That was
two years ago. He was married about
that time, wasn’t he?”
“Some time around there,” the
banker said.
Quinn rose. “Much obliged, Pear
son. I’d appreciate it if this”—he tap
ped his billfold—"didn’t get around.”
“I understand perfectly,” Pearson
said.
Outside again, Quinn hesitated a
then walked across • to the
He strolled through the main room
to the dance-hall beyond. He stroll
ed behind the dance-hall bar and gos
siped with the bartender.
He had idled away a half hour this
way before he saw Winters come in
and walk over to the faro table.
, Quinn caught the eye of one of the
| house men.
i "Mix around at Joe’s table and see
I how big Winters’ roll is, will you,
1
told I moment,
turn J Free Throw.
i
TOMATOES GROW IN EARTHLESS GARDEN
arette and crossed the street to the
barber-shop where he had seen Win
ters. Sam, the negro, was seated in
an empty chair. He got up immedi
ately, a broad, grin on his face.
“No I don’t want anything, Sam,”
Quinn assured him. “Where’s Win
ters’ room?”
A slight change .came over the ne
gro’s face.
“He lives on a ranch, don’t he?”
Sam asked.
“He lives here,” Quinn said quietly.
The negro’s mouth gaped open.
“Here? He don’t live here, boss. No
one lives here but me an’ the missus.
Upstairs.”
“He had slippers on, Sam.”
"Yassufi. Them’s mine Ah give him
to wear. His boots was pretty thin
and he ast me to send ’em out an* git
fixed while Ah was barberin’ him.”
“Where’d you send them?”
“That old.Dutchman fella,” Sam re
plied glibly.
"I asked there, Sam,” Quinn said
patiently. ,e
“Ah sent ’em out by that littlest
kid of mine. Mebbe he took 'em over
to Garcia’s.”
“I asked there, too. He hasn’t seen
them either.”
The negro fidgeted nervously.
Quinn regarded the negro dreamily.
’Sam, where did you come from?”
“Texas, boss”
"Then you’ve seen hard-cases hur
rah the town, haven’t you?”
“Yassuh. Too many times.”
“Didyou ever see one hurrah a
colored man’s barber-shop, Sam?”
Quinn regarded the black man with
a sloyv smile, extending in his other
hand a ten-dollar bill. "What about
it?”
Sam’s hand reached slowly for the
bill. “You go upstairs and turn to the
right. It’s the back room. Ah ain’t
got no key,”
Quinn found the stairs tq his left
and mounted them. The door to the
room was locked. He put his should
er to the door and broke the lock.
His experienced eye noted a shoe
box that was used as a wastebasket,
it was full.
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' Fie dumped the contents on fhfi
floor near a window and began to
sort out and smooth the Crumpled
pieces of paper. Half way through, he
rose with a paper in his hand and
went closer to the window.
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known smelting company in Tucson
dated two days ago.
Enclosed are banknotes as you
‘always direct with your ship
ments, $893.00 in payment for
twenty-seven ounces of gold,
quoted at the ctttreht market, re
fining costs deducted*
Quifth let the paper slip from his
hands* “So that’s it. Gold,*’ he mut
tered.
Putting the paper in his pocket, he
glanced around the room* Cigarettes
littered the floor and rug, even the
dresser top. Quinn lighted a match,
touched, off the ,paper in the shoe-box
and waited for it to burn down. Fin
ished, he closed the door behind him
and went downstairs.
Sam was waiting, his face sweating.
"Boss, what am Ah goin’ to tell Mis-
tuh Wintuhs when he comes in?”
“Tell Winters you,smelled smoke
and had to break down the door to
put out the/fire.”
He gave Sam another ten. “Buy a
new mirror, Sam. And just forget I
was ever in here.”
- ’ * * *
When they awoke Dave it was by
sticking a gun in his midriff.
“You . got the hobbles off you.
Come on,” Reilly grunted.
“You’re goin’ to take a trip, Tur
ner.” *
Dave extended his hands to be
bound.
As Sayres reached out, Dave lung
ed for his throat, wrapping his long
fingers around it, his thumbs at the
windpipe. Sayres slid off the table,
clutching with his big hands at Dave’s
wrists as Dave felt a skull-shattering
blow on his head. He held on dogg-
' edly, feeling another blow on the oth
er side of his head, and yet another,
as he sank into unconsciousness.
It was daylight when he regained
his senses, brought back by tfie steady
jogging of his horse. He realized his
head was lolling from side to side, in
the mane of his horse. His head
throbbed maddeningly. About to look
up* he suddenly checked himself. Ar
ound the saddle-horn his wrists were
laced tightly.
Relaxing, he let his body sway, as
if he were still unconscious. He dim
ly realized that he was mounted on
his own horse.
He knew the horse had not been
unsaddled since yesterday, for it quiv
ered its skin continually. Hanging his
head a little, Dave looked beneath his
arm and saw that his slicker, with the
sheriff’s gun inside, was still behind
the cantle.
Reilly’s thin whistling stopped sud
denly and he called to Lew. The lead
er drew up, and Dave’s horse stopped
willingly.
“Give us a drink,” Reilly called.
Dave heard him dismount.
“Reckon that jasper is alive?” Lew
asked.
“I dunno. I been watchin1 him an’
he acks just like he was dead.”
“Take a look,” Lew said.
Reilly walked back arid, seizing
-Dave’s forelock, yanked his head, up
off the horse’s neck. He felt his
chest.
"He’s alive,' all riglit,” Reilly said.
“Damned if I know why, though. I
slugged that skull of his till my arm
was tired and he still hung on to
Sayres.”
Lew laughed shortly. “That kick
in’ Sayres give him didn’t help much.”
A high, jagged-edged hogsback
rose before them and Lew nosed his
horse into the trail that ascended its
I side. The trail ‘was narrow; to the
left there was a sheer wall, to the
right a long talus or wmdrift that
slipped abruptly to the canyon bottom
three hundred feet below. Lew look
ed back and hauled Up the rope a lit
tle, so as to bring Dave’s horse clos
er to him. ,
“Wonder how, is that boss spooky?
Lew asked, “If he is I reckon I’ll let
this rope go and you drive him up,”
“Naw. He’s dead on his feet,” re
plied Reilly,
Lew said: ”1 hope so,” and swung
up into the sharply ascending rocky
trait (
He sagged loosely in the, saddle,
head bent dowh as his horse swung
into the ascent. The steepness' of the
hill raised the horse’s forequarters;
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on the shoulders. He rode low this
way for perhaps three minutes.
He steeled himself. “Here goes, old
horse. Sorry.” And he sunk his teeth
in the horse’s withers, ripping away
a large piece of skin. . Electrified by
the searing pain in its neck, the horse
lunged and let out a shrieking whin
ny. Dave bit again, savagely.
On that narrow ledge, the horse,
frantic with fright and pain, started
to pitch. Lew’s efforts to snub him
with the rope were savage but . fruit
less. ' : ‘ ‘ .
(Continued Next Week)
PHIL OSIFER
OF LAZY MEADOWS
By Harry J. Boyle
SEPTEMBER
September and the nights are
weight these last few days. I guess
the let up in heat has1 given them the
opportunity to make up for what Old
Sol roasted off them in the beginning
of August. • ■ '
I like September . . . it’s the month
when everybody seems to be happy
with themselves and they’re not in too
much of a hurry to sit down and have
a chat. I know the price of wheat is
low and foreign affairs look bad and
all' that, but somehow when you sit
down in the orchard and munch at
an apple or smoke your pipe, you just
can’t help but have a contented feel
ing inside you. Over in the distance
on the Tenth Concession they’re still
threshing, and pretty soon they’ll bej
silo filling. It’s just' a mite early to
start thinking of winter and you’re
still enjoying summer.
The boys are not so happy however
here at Lazy Meadows. The young
ster who gave himself up so com-
■ pletelv to the task of forgetting about'
| school finds that he has to start gath
ering -up his books again. However,
there is some consolation in the fact
that - they arc going to have a new
teacher. That means interest at least
for the first few days. He’ll polish
an apple and scrub himself up until I “Yes I do,” Mary said, with some
he’shines and set off to see what the | heat;* “It’s one of them great big
ing the knowledge Lpto his cranium
he’ll start developing sickness in the
morning. After a dose of castor oil,
he will make up his mind just as you
and I did back in scohol-days that
“You- can’t win”, and go on grumb
ling for the rest- of the term against
the. present system of education.
And pretty soon the Fall Fairs will
begin. I’m looking forward to a
mighty good time, at our.s this year.
“Now, boys,” said the teacher, “sup
pose in a family there are five child
ren, and the mother has only four po
tatoes to divide among them. She
Wants to- give each child an equal
share. What should she do?”
Silence reigned in the room. .Fin
ally, one little boy put up his hand.
“Well, Johnny, what would you
do?” asked the teacher.
“Mash the potatoes, sir.”
It’s
starting to get just chilly enough to
make a person enjoy sleeping with I
the window up a trifle. To my mind
this is the best month of the year,
and the Fall dampness and rawness
still hasn’t set in. |
Tom, the turkey gobbler, has start
ed to make a disgrace of himself
a&ain. Last week the old apple tree new teacher looks like. For the first ( hairy monkeys, and if you’re having
at the end of the barnyard was plenty. .___|
good enough for a roosting place.
This week he has started to lead his
flock all over the farm. One night
you’ll find them burdening the little THE CANADIAN ARMY LOSES A GOOD SOLDIER Ljj._. — -th n ln4iift’(,rniTr A ♦-i/’i .
.“Mary,” said the farmer’s wife as
she was preparing to go out, “I’ve
Ordered a new griller. If it comes
while*! am out, put it in the kitchen.
I suppose you know what a griller
is?” ■ ...
week he’ll fall for her completely, but | one of them in the kitchen I’m leav-
as she bears down and starts pound-j ing.”
ironwood tree in the laneway, and the
next night on top of the driving shed,
o'r over at Neighboru Higgin’s place.
I don’t know what gets into turkeys
in the Fall, but they gather up a
wandering instinct from some place
and try and wear out a person’s pat
ience. ,
The hens are.havin a feast in the
stubble. You’ll See little dots of white
as the leghorns keep Up a continual
foray for stray grain all day through
out the stubble-fields. The Barred
Rocks make the occasional sally into
the field, but being of a lazier and
more casy-goiftg way they like to dust
iri their beauty bath in the afternoon
and wait for feed at night-time.
Pigs in clover! We turned Bessie
the Berk into the field Of red clover
with her chunky family and they are
really having the time of their lives.
Of course, like all pigs they must get
through the Wire fence and into the
orchard where the apples are starting
to ripen.. It keeps Mrs. Phil at wit’s
end to see that they don’t encroach
on the garden where she has a treas
ure-trove waitihg to be preserved.
Admiral Drake is quite thankful for
the recent wet spell which left a con
venient pond down the east flats be
side the Big Hill* Every moriimg
you’ll see him leading the fleet out
to the pohd* They disport themselves
in aquatics and then come home at
night, to gobble up all the feed that
they can find. I sometimes believe
that duck eats more than any other
fowl or animal on the farm*
The tattle seem to be putting °u
my team left for Germany.’ Squire
wa.4 known in the show rifigs of the
continent as a tried and true jumpers
The mount on
Which. Capt. Stuart rode to victory
with the Canadian army team( broke
his neck in Dublin just before the ar-