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The Wingham Advance-Times, 1938-11-17, Page 6AGE SIX THE . ! | u . H |||X|J| t I , , .. , R ;.......................... t.............. ! ... nriKGEF? EYE : SYNOPSIS The Kid’s name was Bob Beeves, but back home on the Brazos they called him Tiger Eye, because one eye was yellow*—the eye with which he sighted down a gun-barrel. His father was “Killer" Reeves, but the boy did not want to kill. If he stay­ ed home he would have to carry on his father’s feeds, so he headed his horse, Pecos, northward and encount­ ered Nate Wheeler, who drew his .45 and fired just as Tiger Eye did. The I<id didn’t want to kill Nate, only to cripple him, but his aim must have been wild, for Wheeler dropped from his horse. Babe Garner came riding up. Wheeler was a “nester," he said, and had it coming to him. Tiger Eye rode to Wheeler’s cabin to notify the dead man’s widow. The Kid breaks the news of Nate’s death to his widow and then goes out and brings in his body, discovering he had not missed his shot to disable Wheeler but had broken his arm, while another shot had killed the man. A gang of strangers ^rides up. One of them insults Mrs. Wheeler by coupling her name with the stranger. The Kid shoots a hole in each of the ears of Pete Gorham, who hurled the insult, making his escape in the confusion. He lays in wait for the party and finally sees the men drive off with Wheeler’s widow and child. He trails them silently. Learning that th “nesters" plan to draw the Poole riders into a trap, the kid informs Garner, telling him at the same time he had learned it was the latter’s shot that killed Wheeler and not his own. Garner is grateful and gets the boy a job riding xange for the Poole outfit. The Kid sees a lone rider attack a man and a girl driving in a wagon and wounds the assailant, and then finds out he is Wheeler. 3 After rescuing the girl’s dad, the Kid is given a grateful warning by the girl, who thinks he is one of the Texas killers, to get out of: the val­ ley before the nesters shoot him. The boy is touched by Nellie’s con­ cern and lets his mind dwell on her, realizing she must have liked him personaly to warn him when he was supposed to be one of the imported gunmen. Later he tells Garner he wounded a nester who tried to am­ bush him. * * # NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY “Now* you son-of-a-gun!’’ Babe stepped forward and clapped a hand admiringly down on the kid’s should­ er. “I knowed there was some rea­ son why you let that damn’ fake fun­ eral get by.” 5 “Yo’all says it was a fake fune’l, Babe?” < “Shore it was a fake. One of the boys got wise ’t they was goin’ to FRENCH-CANADIAN BARON’S FAMILY ON RELIEF Living on relief in a Toronto ap­ artment is the 8th Baron de 1’Eveille, liis wife and two small chicken. His family Is one of the oldest rtfi Canada and was granted its hereditary title by Louis XIV in WO, The present baron was born at Brighton in 180?, and since then has fived in Mexico, pull off something. You was sent ov­ er here to keep cases, but one of the boys over at the Poole happened to see ’em when they come up on the Bench. Old man, he suspicioned something was wrong about that per- cession, so he sends us all over to the buryin’ ground over on Cotton Creek. That’s where they was head-, in’ for. Shore had more mourners than what they figured on I” “Yo’all- didn’t fight’’em, Babe?” “No—shore, we didn’t. But we shore beat ’em to that buryin* ground. Thirty-five punchers was settirt* on their horses back on the ridge about a hundred yards away, when ‘that fun­ eral percussion come along. There wasn’t no grave dug, so we set there and watched ’em dig it.’’ "Yo’all shoah they buried Nate Wheelah ovah theah?” ““Nate Wheeler? Naw, they never buried Nate Wheeler there. Jim Poole’s nobody’s fool. He saw right through their little scheme right off. It’s like this. Right up the creek, about two miles from that burying ground, is the Poole ranch, and it’s a good seven miles across to Cotton Creek from here. If they got over on Cotton Creek with a funeral perces- sion, they could sneak on up the creek to the Poole. Seven miles of bald prairie, and four miles under cover. Savvy now?” “Shoah do, Babe,” said the kid, his thoughts flashing to the girl and what little she had dared to say. “Shoah hope yo’all didn’t have no trouble, Babe,” the kid said. “Never had a word of trouble, Tig­ er Eye.” Babe’s eyes veiled them­ selves suddenly from the kid’s ques­ tioning stare. “Know what they done, Tiger Eye? They knowed they Had to go through with that buryin’ or we’d smell a rat. So they did. They buried a coffin full of rifles they aimed to use on us. When they was gone, the old man had us ‘dig up the box and open it.’.’ Babe folded a paper into a trough, sifted in a little tobacco, evened it with a careful finger tip, rolled it deftly, drew the edge of the paper lightly along the tip of his tongue before he pressed it down and fold­ ed up one end. He fished a match from a pocket, flicked his thumbnail across the head and got a flame, and lighted the cigarette, then snapped the match stub in two and dropped the pieces at his feet. The kid watch­ ed him, his mind piecing together de­ tails of the story which Babe did not know. “I shore was worried about you, Kid,” Babe said finally, drawing a mouthful of smoke.. “Where’d that fello-w jump you, Tiger Eye—if it’s a fair question?” “Back 'down the rim about a mile." “Unh-hunh. Musta took yuh quite a while.” Babe fanned the smoke away from his face while he looked hard at the kid. “Take a right smaht while, Babe, to trap a wolf.” A.strange, implac­ able look came into the kid’s boyish face. Babe looked at him and looked away again. “Shore. Well, let’s go,” he said af­ ter a silence, and there was a new note of respect in his voice. “I’ll tell the Old iMan how it was. You done the right thing, Tiger Eye,” In the cabin at Cold Spring line camp that evening, the kid was play­ ing the mouth organ, his slim brown­ ed fingers cupped and touching the metal where the nickel was worn through to the brass. “Moah rim ridin’, Babe?” “Why? Yuh like rim ridin’, Tiger Eye?” “Shoah do, Babe.” “Yuh shore look happy to-night, Tiger Eye.” Babe spoke from the bunk, when the kid’s dream could no longer be compassed by the music and he sat staring at the smoky bottom of the dishpan hanging back of the stove. England and Toronto. In the spring he plans to take his family to Coch­ rane and attempt to homestead a plot of government land, WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES “Time to roll in, though, We got t’ be ridin’ at dawn.1* “Shoah feel that-a-way, Babe.” Babe pulled .off a boot with a vic­ ious yank and sat holding it in one hand while he eyed the kid. “Damned if I can see what there is to be happy about, Tiger Eye." “Damned if I can eithah, Babe.” He picked up the water buckets and went out into the night. The ah’ was clean and crisp and drops of dew on the grass winked like diamonds in the sun. The horses had galloped steadily for more than a mile, but now they had settled down to a walk and the reins lay loosely along their pecks, Riding so, a habit born of the long trail up from Texas took hold of Tiger Eye, Instinctively his hand went to his breast pocket and pulled out his mouth organ, and he began, to play soft snatches of old melodies as he rode. The music timed the easy swing of the kid’s slim body in the saddle, and the occasional click of his iron-bound stirrups against Babe Garner’s wood­ en ones. 'The tune didn’t matter; a medley of this thing and that tiling drifting along with his idling thoughts. When the kid played, he thought of the girl down in the valley behind him. Reckon her old pappy was a rustler, like all the rest of them -down in the valley. Leastways, the kid had gathered that Nellie’s brother Ed had been shot by a Poole rider, and they shoah. seemed to hate the name of Poole. The kid didn’t feel that he knew Babe even after a week of living with him. Babe always seemed to have a lot on his mind. But Babe shore was a fine man and a fine friend, and the kid wasn’t the kind to pick flaws in any one he liked. Babe got out his tobacco and pap­ ers and rolled a cigarette as he rode along. He lighted it, blew out the match, broke the stub in two and dropped the pieces to the ground. The kid was watching for that little trick and his eye twinkled when Babe’s fingers went true to jorm. Al­ most a week now he had lived with Babe, and never had he seen Babe throw away a whole match stub. Al­ ways broke it in two. The kid wond­ ered why, but he didn’t ask. Pap shoah had learned him not to ask questions unless he plumb had to. Far ahead across the level bench­ land a faint veil of dust crept slowly toward the north, carried far on the breeze that fanned the kid’s left cheek as he rode. Cattle, buncher, and riders drivin ’em. Reckon may­ be Babe was taking him over so he could go to work on rourid-up. The kid hoped so, for that was the work he wanted and had come all the way up from the Bazos to find. “Shoah will enjoy swingin’ a rope again, Babe,” he said in his soft drawl. “Swingin’ a rope?” Babe’s voice had a startled note. “Er ridin’ herd—anything, so it’s cows.” “Yo’re ridin’ line with me,” Babe reminded him shortly. “Old Man ain’t likely to put yuh on round-up.” The kid did not argue the point, but his eyes clung to the slow-movihg dust cloud, and because his heart was there he unconsciously communicated his desire to his hor^e. Riders were visible now in the. fringes of the dust cloud. Riders and a slow-moving river of backs seen dimly as the breeze whipped up the haze. Cattle going to some cl^osen round-up ground. The kid’s eyes glistened at the thought. “I’ll ride over and see who’s in charge,” Babe said suddenly, and he struck his horse with the quirt he car­ ried. The kid’s hand tightened on the reins. A cold Weight fell like a lump of iron Upon his chest. He didn’t know those riders up ahead, “They were not the same old boys, with Pap tall and hawk-eyed, on his big horse, riding here and there, giving his quiet orders. Plumb strangers, these were. Babe knew them, but he didn’t. He was just ah outsider, and Babe was not taking him over to get acquaint­ ed. A man galloped out to meet Babe and the two talked, hands and head making little unguarded -gestures now and then. The kid’s sidelong glance saw every move they made. They; were talking about him, and they seemed to find a right smart lot to Say. Babe finally turnfcd in his saddle and flung out an arm in a beckoning gesture, but the kid kept his face straight ahead and gave no sign that he saw the signal. Babfe cupped his hands around his mouth and let out a loud “Ya-a-hool” “Hey, Tiger Eye! Y* asleep?” The kid. slid over so that his dang­ ling foot might find its stirrup, and yawned as he looked at Babe. “Yo’all got me ottta bed befo’ day­ light, Babe.” “Come on over and meet Jess Mar­ ket” “Ain’t impawtant, is it, Babe?” THEY SIP TEA ANO CLEAN THEIR TEETH DEEP IN THE JUNGLE Pushing far up the Amazon for a summer of adventure in the heart of the Matto Grosso jungle, two daring girls from the-United States manag­ ed to retain several aspects of civiliz- “Hell, no!” Babe gave him a study­ ing look. “Thought you wanted to meet the boys. You said—” “Said I’d plumb enjoy swingin’ a lass rope. Nevah said I was achin’ to meet anybody, though.” “Jess is wagon boss,” Babe further explained. “Good man to know. He might put you on, when this trouble with the nesters is settled.” “Reckon I bettah make shoah of my job, first. And if yo’all want me line ridin’ ovah on the rim, I’d shoah love to stay with yo’all.” “Jess is a Texas man.’ Babe re­ marked in too casual a t one. “I Wellington Mutual Fire Insurance Co. Established 1840. Risks taken on all classes of insur­ ance at reasonable rates. Head Office, Guelph, Ont. ABNER COSENS, Agept. 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 ed life despite their strange surround­ ings. Head Guide Apparico (LEFT, UPPER), and an Austrian wart-hog hunter whom they met in the jungle showed Helen Post and Edith Bray thought maybe you might know him. Don’t the name mean anything, Tig­ er Eye?” “Shucks, Babe, names don’t nevah mean anything to a Texas man. Not up’No’th. Plumb easy to lose .yo’all’s Texas name awn the trail.” “Did you?” “Ain’t wore my name only twenty yeahs, Babe. No pall to change it yeti” Babe accepted the reproof and said no more, though his eyes stole anoth­ er sidelong glance at the kid. In un­ spoken agreement they touched spurs to their horses and went galloping Dr. W. A. McKibbon, B.A. PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Located at the Office 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. Bonds, Investment and' Mortgages Wingham Ontario R. S. HETHERINGTON BARRISTER and SOLICITOR Office —• Morton Block, Telephone No. 66. F. A. PARKER OSTEOPATH AU Diseases Treated. Office Adjoining residence next to Anglican Church on Centre St Sunday by appointment Osteopathy Electricity Phone 272. Honrs, 9 a.tn. to 8 p.m. Thurs., November 17, 1938 (RIGHT), how to drink mate, a na­ tive tea. Surrounded by beautiful pelts her friends back in New York would envy (LOWER), Helen Post nonchalantly brushes her teeth in' her jungle “apartment.” steadily across the prairie at right angles to the herd. The Poole owners never saw their cattle. John Poole, president of the Poole Land and Cattle Company* gave orders from his New York of­ fice. This sum for cost of operation,, that sum deducted for normal loss, and the investment paying a certain­ percentage to the shareholders. But when the calf tally dwindled .out of all proportion to adverse weather conditions, John Poole satup in his- office chair and dictated a letter to his superintendent. (Continued Next Week) < 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. Consistent Advertising in The Advance-Times Gets Results J. 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