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The Wingham Advance-Times, 1938-09-29, Page 6ESIX THE WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES Thurs,, September 29, 1938 Pearson said DETROIT Q AUTOCASTKR have you got asked mildly. Pearson said. <3fc The FEUD at SINGLE By Luke L 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 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 tfacts. 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 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 asks 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 Feld prisoner for ransom. 4 . A voice from the circle of men ad­ dressed Laredo and he recognized it as that of Petersen, one of the nest­ ers. “Do you mean Rourke, over on the D Bar.T, Laredo?” “That’s who I mean,” Laredo softly. “Why, you—’’Petersen began. “Cut it, Peterse^i,” Laredo sharply. “He’s mine.” The killer’s eyes slid wildly over the line of hostile faces as he cring­ ed alone on the sidewalk. Then he streaked for his guns, ter­ ror written on his face. Laredo whipped a Colt that had been wedged at his back around his side in a tight, swift arc that lanced out its five shots in one roaring pen­ cil of orange. The killer’s knees buckled slowly and he pitched forward on his face, Laredo spat noisily and looked around the crowd, his gun trailing a wisp of acrid smoke up into the night. “Any one else want to buy in on this fight?” “Ain’t nobody but jne goin’ to buy in on it,” a flat, uncompromising voice announced. Through the sheriff shoved his way, ed at the figure sprawled of blood on the sidewalk. “Anybody instead. “Name’s man in the Sayres,” The sheriff nodded. "A, coupla you men take him across to Murph’s.” The hardware store was also the undertaking parlor. Two men .volum- teered, The sheriff turned to Laredo. “Come on over to the office, I got to talk to you.” Petersen, the hester, and Chuck fell in behind Laredo and the sheriff. They went over to the sheriff’s of­ fice. know him?” said said the circle He look- in a pool he asked ‘Chinch’ somethin’," a crowd said, “Rode for said do, up to make positive, * “You mean,” Dave said slowly, when Laredo had finished, “that Ted Winters was tryin’ to get the place out from under his own wife?” “It looks that way,” Laredo “There’s just one thing to now,” Rosy announced quietly, "We got to turn Crowell loose and let him lead us to the boss.” Rosy gave instructions. Laredo was to go warn Hammond to act as if he were ignorant of the man be­ hind his daughter's kidnapping when and if Crowell came to try and buy the mine. Then Laredo was to go back to the hotel, and keep a check on Crowell if he went there. Rosy gave Petersen a minute description of Crowell, then gave . the nester some money with the injunction to watch the station and if Crowell boarded the night train to follow him and wire back Tor help. The sheriff The killer’s knees buckled and then the Inside, they found the lamp lit. Rosy and Dave were seated watching the door. ' “Well, I’ll be damned!” the sheriff said. He glared at Rosy and started to speak. “Save it,” Rosy drawled, and grinned. “You better start .talkin’,” sheriff said ominously. “I got Crow­ ell in jail and I ain’t said why we really want him. Now you tell me.” Briefly and bluntly Rosy told them what he had overheard Crowell say to Winters at the D Bar T. Dave had heard it all on the way to town. Then Dave told them about his cap­ ture by Sayres and what he had heard Sayres say about the boss. He finish­ ed with the fight with the outlaws, and his escape with Dorsey Ham­ mond. Laredo explained his killing of Chinch and the reasons. “What I can’t figure out in the whole thing,” Rosy said, presently, “is what it’s all about. Why do they want the ranch and the mine?” “I reckon I can tell you,” Laredo said. “You tell ’em, Chuck.” “Gold,” Chuck said. “Plenty.” And feheh Laredo told him of his discovery of Winters’ working the gold, and how he had brought Chuck | he pitched forward on his face. was,to go let Crowell out of jail with apologies. Dave andpRosy were go­ ing to follow Crowell and not let him out of their sight. The San Angel County Courthouse was a sorry affair of board and adobe brick. Across from it on the top bar of a corral, Dave and Rosy lounged. In silence they were watching the dimly lighted rectangle which was the jail door. When the sheriff’s fat figure ap­ peared in the doorway, followed by a small and slim one, they crossed the street and fell in behind the sher­ iff some, thirty yards away. The night was inky. “But man,” they heard the sheriff say, “.give us a chanst. You looked like Henry. The only way, we could prove it was to wire to Eh Paso and that’s what we done. They said that Henry was caught and already hung.” “If I ever see that little runt again that brought me over to your office, I’ll break his neck for him,” Crowell stormed. “I wouldn’t,” the sheriff advised quietly. Crowell crossed to the Mile High corner and disappeared. Rosy and. Dave saw him enter the hotel.’ In I three minutes, he was on the street PARTIAL MOBILIZATION STRENGTHENS FRANCE French workmen going to work I of the Trench army, navy and aif Assurances have been deceived read posters calling up certain class* force was decided on to increase France from her African allies ... es of reserves- Partial mobilization France's standing army of 650,000. desert troops (ABOVE) are ready. by that again, where he cut across and head­ ed down the side street, Rosy and Dave saw his shadowy figure turn into Dr, Fullerton’s. Crowell’s visit to Hammond was short. When he came out. of the doctor's house he walked swiftly to­ ward the hotel, He came out of the hotel, a piece of luggage ih his hand. Rosy whistled softly as they drew back in the shadows, “So that was his hurry? Only ten minutes to catch a train,” 4 Rosy led the way around the rear of the short train, On the other side of the tracks, they kept in shadow again and walked a few hundred feet past the panting engine until ' they came to the stock pens, Rosy faded vaway in the shadow. When the engine bell started to clang he was again squatting with Dave, Slowly the train lumbered out of the station, pulled abreast of them and passed" them. Then Rosy chuckled and settled back on-his heels. Something hit the cinders ahead of them and slid harsh­ ly a distance. It was a.piece of lugg­ age,’ Then the dark figure of a man could be Seen as he swung down from the car. They listened and soon heard the footsteps behind them to the rear of thp pen. Rosy edged, his head around, the corner and saw it was Crowell. Using piles of ties, tool sheds and a horse trough as shelter, Crowell swung wide of the station, walked beyond it a way, then crossed the tracks into the alley which ran be­ hind the buildings of the main street. In the alley, with the dim light of the town at the upper end, they fol­ lowed him easily. Suddenly Crowell swerved out of the alley, climbed over a small, neat hedge, moved around to the front of a house, mounted the one step of its low porch and knocked on the door. Evidently a voice bid him enter, for he disappeared. Dave’s amazed eyes sought Rosy’s in the dark. “Know it?” Rosy asked. “God, yes!” Dave said huskily. “That’s Pearson’s!” “Here’s the dehornin’,” Rosy mut­ tered. “Come on.” They vaulted the hedge and step­ ped on the porch cautiously. Test­ ing the door, Rosy found it unlocked. He drew a gun, as did Dave, and swung against the door. It opened readily, letting them, into a low-ceil­ ed, half-darkened room. Sprawled in an easy chair on the other side of the wide fireplace, at the far end of the room, sat Quinn. One of his guns pointed' at the door. The other pointed at the two men, Pearson and Crowell, seated togeth­ er on a davenport. Both men were holding their hands over their heads. “Quinn!” Rosy^ exploded. “Howdy,” Quinn drawled. “Pear­ son seems to think I shouldn’t have come here tonight.” , " Rosy was the' first to find himself and he chuckled. “Reckon he’d like to tell Buck Hammond'that?” “1 don’t inteiid to tell Buck Ham­ mond anything!” Pearson snapped. His face was stern and unyielding. Quinn drew a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and handed them to Rosy. Pearson and Crowell, protesting, were handcuffed together. “Reckon you and Quinn can take them over to Doc Fullerton’s?” Rosy asked Dave. “‘I’m goin’ to get the sheriff, We’ll make this legal, any­ how. It was a grim and silent group that collected oil the sun-porch.,.of Dr. Fullarton’s at Rosy’s behest. He had gone to the hotel to wakeri Mary, and had been told by the clerk that Winters was found dead in a hotel room. The clerk had immediately in­ formed the sheriff, who immediately started a search for Quinii. “Did you tell Mrs. Winters?” Rosy asked swiftly. “Sure. He’s her husband, ain’t he?” Rosy had no desire to face her now so he had sent a note up to her room with the clerk, asking her to come to Hammond’s. Then he picked up Laredo, Chuck and the sheriff, and they went back to Hammond’s. s Mary was there ahead of them. Dave’s face »was strangely calm. Pearson and Crowell were sitting side by side on an empty bed. Dor­ sey was sitting Oil the far side of Hammond’s bed.’ Quinn was seated in the corner near the door. Hank' eyed him sus­ piciously and Quinn changed his seat, a smile of inner amusement on his face. The sheriff staffed irt without pre­ liminaries. "Pearson, we’ve got all the goods on you/' he announced. “I haven’t any idea what you’re talking about/’ Pearson replied. '“Wait a minute,” Rosy put in. Pie lounged off one of the beds and sat on the foot of Hammond’s across from Pearson and Crowell. Rosy built a cigarette, lighted it, and in* haled deeply. “Matter of fuel, Pearson/’ he said at last, “we haven’t got a thing oft you/ “Then let me go,’ coldly, “What connection with Crowell?” Rosy “Banking business,’ “The kind that would make Cro­ well get on a train in front of five or six to make it look like he was leavin’ town and then jump off as soon as he was out of the station?” Pearson was unruffled. “What Mr. Crowell, does is no business of mine, We had an engagement tonight. lie kept it, That’s all I know.” His voice rose. “I insist that you free me!” Rosy laughed. “What makes- think we have to." “Because I’m innocent of crime. The law requires it!” Rosy leaned forward a little, face unsmiling. “Forget you have rights under the law, Pearson. “You see,” Rosy continued softly, “lie knows you’re behind the bush­ whackin’ and dynamitin’ and stealin’ the same as we do, Only he don’t have what they call the ‘judicial tem­ perament’. Maybe you’ve wondered what’s, happened to Sayres.” I'eImSi mW ^lla. to REAL /fokpitaltty in. ‘There I* no thow .or artifice at Hotels Midijon-Lenox. A definite cmphwh on COMFORT, plus pleasant and peaceful sur­ roundings - these are considered the qualities you are seeking and these arc the qualities you find at these Ideally located hotels. WITH PRIVATE BATH from »1» SUITES AVAILABLE-ALSO WEEKLY RATES GARAGE NEARBY MADISON-LENOX VERNON W. McCOY MADISON AVE. AT GRAND CIRCUS PARK G«n. Mjr. BEST HOTEL ^LOCATION . Neither of the manswered, but they looked at Rosy closely. (Continued Next Week) MAKING CANADA A Better Place in Which to Live and Work ........... r-_ ■ i- . ■ _ _ _ ■■ B o ‘ '....... ;...........\ . A Series of Letters from Distinguished Canadians on Vital Problems - ‘ Affecting the Future Welfare Of Canada Specially Written for Canadian.Weekly Newspapers Association Letter NQ. 23 Dear Sir: . • . As the darky said when asked if he could change a five, “Thanks for the compliment.” There are two objectives, both (REV. DR.) R, P. BOWLES timely and worthy of our rural press: (1) To make the country “library conscious”. There is nothing worth calling a library in most rural com- 1 munities. The reading done by the people in general is meagre indeed —and relative to city folk it is very, very small. Let every municipality have one decent library. Let the num­ ber of books taken out each week be published and let there be a cam­ paign to get more people reading good books^ The present situation is deplorable. Get our young folks reading—reading good books, that is a big job. The church is not doing it. The school teacher is not doing it— nobody is doing it. One good lib­ rarian is worth many good farmers or editors. (2) The other objective is to make our country folk “beauty conscious.” Our public properties are most ugly —Our school buildings are ugly— our churches in the country are ugly —our town halls are a horror of ug­ liness. Our cemeteries have been in recent years redeemed from their ug­ liness through a campaign. Note the surroundings of our schools, shrub­ less, treeless, flowerfless, and some of them grassless—their only orna­ ment a pump, a woodshed and two outhouses. Most of our churches are in a similar seeting. Within they are bare structures indeed. Every muni­ cipality should have a board of in­ spectors empowered to say what ought to be said‘about our abound- ing ugliness. And lastly our roads and highways- are a sight. The auto has driven out. the sheep who once mowed to fine- Sward the margin between ditch and. fence. Look at it now—-all gone to- seed and buried in dust. So there you are—two things to do —books and beauty—take your own choice but b'elicve me *1 am not grouching for the fun of it. The de­ pression is passing—surely something; besides economics might be in the minds of us all. Now another thing. The art of ad­ vertising has become sterotyped in-, newspapers. It should be turned in­ side out and upside down by all be­ ing rewritten in a brighf newsy style, zj And the amount of it should increase- r sixty fold. Today I want to buy- some young stockers, also some young' pigs, also a disk harrow, etc. Today someone in the vicinity wanta to sell these very things. Neither buyer or seller is advertising—both have a natural repugnance to public­ ity. If I owned a rural paper I would drive for buy and sell advertisements by publishing, none and then a whole page “free”—-just to get ’em started. It would be on condition I rewrote to suit myself each advertisement, and not one was published which was not fairly accurate in .description and which—this is important—exact price was stated. An ad without a price is a sickly ad—not worth a hoot. Ever yours. (REV. DR.) R. P. BOWLES,' Ex-Chancellor,, Victoria University, Toronto. “Whatever, her faults, my wife is very generous and open-handed wo- 'So is mine, old man. She can deny . herself nothing.” a man.’ Hl Advance-Times Want Ads. Bring Results. Business and Professional Directory 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. W. A. McKibbon, B.A. PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Located at the Office of the Late Dr. H. W. Colbome. Office Phone 54. 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