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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Advance-Times, 1938-09-22, Page 6-PAGE SIX THE WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES Thurs., September 22, 1938 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. Rosy fires and kills the unknown as sailant and they rush to the ranch to treat Dave’s severe scalp wound. Next morning, at breakfasj, 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. Right 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 Dave accuses Ham­ mond. A chance meeting of the two gives them an opportunity to clear away this false impression. The hunt now turns to Crowell, the mysterious man of means and ambitions. Rosy rushes to Winter’s home to tell Mary of his suspicions about her husband and asjcs her help to prove his find­ ings. Laredo evolves a scheme to ar­ rest Crowell as a murder suspect in order to hold him for questioning. By a clever ruse, Dave escapes his cap- tors and then frees Dorsey who was held prisoner for ransom. When they were clear of the can­ yons again, they headed south for Soledad. Neither of them talked. They picked up the trail that led past •the D Bar T and Laredo let his bay make the pace. Chuck’s voice yanked him out of his thoughts. •• "Listen! Weren’t those shots?” "Shots? I never heard them. Where from?” "To the south and a little west.” That would be the Turner place. Laredo spurred his horse into a long lope. "We’ll take a pasear, Chuck. Come on,” he called. When they approached the D Bar T, the place was dark. Laredo rein­ ed up by the corral. “Let’s look around.” They dismounted and approached the house. The house loomed black­ ly, silently, before them. Laredo came up to the back door and listen­ ed. Nothing. He walked off to the side and listened again. A soft groan came from the front of the house. I^aredo drew a gun and warily walked around to the corner EUROPE STRIVES FOR PEACE, SKODA BUILDS FOR WAR Skoda made guns for the Central bowers during the great war, now Skoda, arms the Little Entente, Hit­ ler would have the giant munitions ................. —-~n—tt-tt—i—iin--iiir::ri[iii rn . u.. h ji.i.............. r......ifi ri. .mm ru i, i .. . I Hie FEUD at SINGLE SHOT BylukeShort-ZCjAUTOCABTKR of the house aiid stopped* Agai# the groan. Laredo knelt down and struck a match. As it flared, he saw a man lying sprawled in a wide pool of blood, face down, He turned him ov­ er. “Rourke,” he said quietly. “One of them nesters.” «• Laredo turned the man over, “He’s done for,” he told Chuck, but^the pester moved a little. “Who—who is it?” the pester ask­ ed in a weak frantic whisper. “Laredo Jackson. What happened, Rourke?” “They* tried — to fire ~ house,” Rourke whispered. “Two of—'em, I — come — see Turner — about lake. Dark. Saw— both scatterin’ — coal oil — leaves. They cut down — me. Took my — gun.” The force ctf his spring took th em both sprawling on the ground. “Which way did they ride?” Lar­ edo asked him. “I co-uldn’t tel/,” Rourke whispered. “Hurt bad?” Laredo asked gently. "Bad as hell,” Rourke whispered. "I’m done for.” Laredo looked off into the night, cursing softly. “What kind of a gun was you carryin’, Rourke?” “Smith and Wesson .38. Had a chip off the butt.” “And you never saw ’em? Never saw their horses?” "I thought it was Turner. I spoke right out, and they both opened up on me. Don’t remember much. One of ’em kicked me in the face, and laughed, and took my gun.” “Didn’t he say nothin’?” “Somethin’ about . . . wonderin ’if they’d take it—at a faro table — in­ stead of money.” “What did he call the ranny he spoke to?” There was no answer. Laredo poured more water down Rourke’s open mouth. The man did not move. “He’s dead/’ he said quietly. Laredo went back to Chuck. “I’m going with you, wherever that is,” Chuck told him. “It’s Single Shot. That’s the only place there’s'faro tables close.” * * * Martin Quinn stood amoAg the curling pennants of tobacco smoke. His face was still, impassive. It was a big night for the Free Throw and the saloon was noisy with,,the crowd. He felt a hand on his sleeve and Works at Pilsen turning out equip­ ment for the Gefmuti empire again. At Pilsen 80,006 men work extra shifts producing heavy guns, tanks ■M looked up to see one of the house­ men beside him holding out a folded slip of paper. Unfolding it with one hand, he read: “Come to hotel room at once. Rand,” “Who gave it to you?” he asked the house map. “Dunno, Somebody left it with Mike at the bar/’ “Get Royer/’ Quipp said quietly, Royer was the owper of the Free Throw. The map melted through the crowd. Presently a bald, heavy man past middle -age with a big, diamond op the checked tie that he wore with au even gaudier suit, made his way to Quinn’s side. “Want me?” he asked. “What’s the matter? Trouble?” Quinn did not look up from the box. “No trouble.” “I’m quittin’, Royer,” Quinn con­ tinued, “Check me out.” Royer stared at him, "What’s the matter? Ain’t I treatin’ you right?’’ “No kick at all,” Quinn said casu­ ally. “Better get a house-man. I’d like to talk to you.” The owner shouted for a man and he and Quinn sought a quiet corner. “Now, what’s this all about?” Roy­ er asked. Quinn pulled out his billfold, took out a card and silently handed it to Royer. The great bushy eyebrows of the owner raised as he read it. He gave Quinn a searching look. “What is it, trouble?” “I think so,” Quinn answered quietly. The saloon owner cursed, not with­ out a grim smile however. “Well, go ahead.” Quinn sauntered through the crowd into the dance-hall, skirted the floor and stepped out the side entrance. He took out the note and read it again. The writing was not the same as that on the two notes Rosy had sent him. He walked slowly over to the ho­ tel, a scowl wrinkling his forehead. The clerk greeted him and reached for his key. “Seventeen, isn’t it?” Mr! Quinn?” “Is sixteen taken?” Quinn asked, accepting the key. The clerk looked at him, puzzled, then looked at the register. "No. It’s empty.” and ammunition for Chechoslovakia’s highly trained army. The machinery shown comes from Skoda’s own works, for the steel works turn out “J want it,” Quinn said. The clerk was about to speak, but a look at Quinn stopped him. “I want -the key to the door that connects seventeen and sixteen, too/' the gambler said. The clerk shook his head. “I’m afraid it’s lost, Mr. Quinn.” Quinn nodded, took the key to six­ teen, and headed for the stairs. At the head of the stairs, Quinn paused and removed his shoes. Then he continued down the halt Room seventeen, his own room, was on the back corner around a lit­ tle L in the hall, He tip-toed down the corridor an’d let himself noise­ lessly into room sixteen, which was next to his own, Then he set about working. He put on his shoes, because the carpet made his movements noiseless, Then, working in the dark, he got a towel and soaked it in the pitcher, of water, went over to the connecting door and poured the water slowly and quietly on the rug where it disap­ peared under the door. The rug soak­ ed the water up and spread it into the adjoining room. Then he rose, got the lamp, unscrewed the wick, knelt at the door again, and poured its kerosene slowly on the rug at the bottom of the door. Like an oily snake, the kerosene floated on the surface of the wet rug and slid under the door into the next room. Quinn got the wet towel, struck a match, lit the kerosene and watched the flames flare up and crawl under the door, Swiftly, he laid the wet towel against the door, extinguishing the flames on his side of it, then rose and went, into the hall. He quickly took the ten steps in the corridor to room seventeen,,, in­ serted the key softly, unlocked the door, swung it open and stepped in­ side. The room was dark except for the kerosene fj.ame burning brightly ag­ ainst the connecting door. A tall, rawboned man in range clothes with nearly white hair was kneeling be­ fore the flames trying to slap them out with 'his bare hands. Behind him stood Winters, holding out a wet towel. “Good evening, gentlemen,,”' Quinn drawled. They both whirled instantly. “You sent for me, I believe?” It took a half second for the two men to realize the situation. Winters with a snarl, hurled the towel at Quinn’s head. His gun exploded at Winters. Then the wet towel struck Quinn ,in "the face and wrapped around his head. He plucked at it frantically, waiting for the shots from Winters’ companion, but they did not come. When he wrenched the towel off, the room was in darkness. He waited a tense second, then,, struck a match. By it, he saw that Winters had fallen against the door, slid down it and extinguished the flames. But the second man was gone. The window was open and from a solidly embedded hook in the window frame, a rope trailed out the open window. He saw the rope move and ran to the window. He heard a body drop, then the sound of running feet. Quinn swung out the window and disappeared down the rope. * ♦ * In town, Laredo paused just long enough to tell Chuck: “You stay outa the way. I’m handlin’ the shootin’ irons tonight.” Laredo started at the corner and worked up, examining every saddle horse at the rack. Far down the line, he came to a blue horse and he stop­ ped," The horse was breathing hard. It was wet with sweat. He struck a match, knelt dow'n and began to examine the ground under materials for peace—forgings, rail­ way rails, locomotives. Now in the shadow of war, its capacity has been turned to producing weapons. Business and Professional Directory* Wellington Mutual Fire Insurance Co. Established 1840. Risks taken CD all classes of insur­ ance at reasonable rates, Head Office, Guelph, Ont, ABNER COSENS, • Agefit 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 7 DR. W. M. CONNELL PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Phone 19. / R. S. HETHERINGTON BARRISTER and SOLICITOR Office — Morton Block. Telephone No. 66. . J. ALVIN FOX Licensed Drugless Practitioner CHIROPRACTIC - DRUGLESS THERAPY - RADIONIC EQUIPMENT Hours by Appointment Phone 191. Wingham W. A. 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Chuck, on -the sidewalk, saw Lar­ edo draw a gun, then the little fore­ man lifted his head. “ Yee-o-ow-e-eee I” His blood-curdling cry split the night air an’d he punctuated it with three swift shots through thei door of the Mile High that winked out the lights, leaving pandemonium inside, A tentative shot coughed out of the Mile High', then the din began. Yells, shouts, curses and shrieks welled out of the’ door, just as the first customers'.came boiling through the door. Laredo calmly loaded his gun as he walked down the road to the blue horse. Then he untied the blue’s reins and mounted. ’■'> Laredo saw the running figure swing under the hitchrack, then com­ ing to an. abrupt stop before the blue. “Get offa that horse. That blue is mine!” ® Laredo hesitated. “Why, so it is,” he said mildly. He swung off slowly, then pivoted around to ram a gun • barrel in the belly of the man. Laredo ordered softly. On the sidewalk, in the dim street­ light. Laredo looked the man over, then reached out and pulled a gutf from where ft was wedged in the man’s belt. It was a Smith and Wesson .38 with a chip Off its plated butt. The men who .had swarmed out of the saloon stopped now and formed a loose circle about the two men.., “I won that in a poke game,” the man blustered, Laredo back away from him slow­ ly, his gun steady and ominous. “Now tell ’em you lie/’ Laredo drawled thickly. “Before I Cut you off pocket-high, tell ’em you got the gun from Rourke, a, man you killed and then kicked in the face.” * (Continued Next Week) PUMPKINS AND BLUEBERRIES By Betty Barclay Pumpkins, and bitieberries—the Go­ liaths and Davids of the garden, Few think of them as foods that have any- thihg in cbmmon, But both may be used to make a delicious fcnnet-cUs- tard—a dessert that requires nd eggs, no bailing, and ho baiting. Try these recipes if you want to demonstrate your ability to serve “something diff­ erent.” Pumpkin Rennet-Custard 1 package lemon or orange rennet powder Dr. W. A. McKibbon, B.A. PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Located at the Otffice of the Late Dr. H. W. Colbome. 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 1 pint milk % cup canned pumpkin 1 tablespoon brown sugar i teaspoon cinnamon % teaspoon ginger Set out individual dessert glasses. Warm milk with pumpkin, sugar and spices hintil lukewarm—not hot. A few4 drops of the mixture on the in­ side of the wrist should feel com­ fortably warm. Remove from stove. Add rennet powder. Stir immediate­ ly and briskly not more than one minute. Let set until firm—about 10 minutes, Then chill in refrigerator. When ready to serve top with slight­ ly sweetened flavored whipped cream if desired, Bludberry Rennet-Custard 1 package vanilla rennet powder 1 pint milk 1 cup fresh blueberries Wash and drain blueberries, being careful not to break the skins. Divide the 'blueberries among 6 dessert dish­ es (leaving some of the blueberries for a garnish). Make rennet-custard according to directoins on package. Pour at once over ‘blueberries. Let set until firm—about ten minutes. Thert chill in refrigerator. Garnish rennet-custards with the remaining blueberries. LEMON SMOTHERED CHOPS 2 pounds pork or lamb chops, cut thick Put in a large covered skillet or chicken fryer. Cover top of meat closely with: 2 unpeeled lemons, sliced 1 large sweet onion, cut in rings f green pepper, cut in rings 1 teaspoon salt Pour over all: 2 cups tomato juice Do't with flakes of fat cut from meat or butter," Cover and cook on top of stove hours or Until done. 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