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The Wingham Advance-Times, 1938-12-01, Page 6y nrihGiER shot had killed the of strangers rides up. insults Mrs. Wheeler her name with the Kid shoots a hole in hands, he remembered her words and halted, looking at her strangely, “What call have you got to think I done it?” he demanded. “He was shot in the back' from somewheah up awn the hill. I was awn the road coming along by the old stack, Yo’all can go look at the hawse tracks and see foh yose’f.” “I don’t have to. I know what made me say that. Mr,—I know you didn’t do it." “Reves," said the kid flushing a lit­ tle. “Bob Reeves is my name, iMiss “Murray,” said the girl, and put up a hand tb smooth her hair. “What shall’we do?” ing back tears, and the color crept in­ to her cheek grave look. “I’ll stay heah, Miss Murray, while yo’all go foh help. I’d go myse’f, but I couldn’t do no good. Some nestah would try and shoot me foh a Poole ridah, I reckon. If theah’s a hawse yo’all can ride—” She bit her lip, fight- as she met the kid’s SYNOPSIS The Kid’s name was Bob Reeves, twit 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 fueds, so he headed his horse, Pecos, northward and encount­ ered Nate Wheeler, who drew his .45 and fired Just as Tiger Eye did. The Kid'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 np. 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 man. A gang One of them by coupling stranger. The 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. Fie 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 lie 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 range 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. 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- ambuSh him. He a Texan who is boss of the Poole wagon crew. That night the Kid shoots Markel " through both hands when the latter attempts to kill him for being the »on of Killer Reeves. The rest of the .gang approves of the Kid’s action. While near Nellie’s home he hears the crack of a rifle and finds her dad has been shot from ambush and helps carry the dead man into his house. * * * NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY The kid’s face was bleak and old • when he turned from the bed and Nellie’s mother kneeling beside it, her arms’ thrown out and clutching her dead with the tensity of despair. Nel- -lie was holding herself calm in spite 1 of her horror. ' ..............__ the kitchen, dipping water into the { growing here and there, but at the wash-basin on the bench beside the I top there was a rough outcropping of back door. But as he went out to brown sandstone with rock slabs tilt­ wash her father’s blood from his ed this way and that. meets Jess Markel, THE; WINGHAM ADVANCE-T1MES * Thursday, December 1, 1938 The kid was sure the killer had waited behind those rocks; just as sure as if he had seen him there, But he didn’t go up right then to prove it. He went into the house instead and stood with his hat in his hand, looking down at the dead man and at the woman huddled on the floor beside the bed. The kid stood looking down at her for a minute. He took the two tin water buckets and followed a path from the back door to a spring, and brought back fresh water, She looked at him then; looked at .him long before she took the glass and drank, “You’re a gobd boy,” she said. “Where’s Nellie?" She stared around her. The kid told her. She did not seem to listen, but returned to her weep­ ing. The kid wished she wouldn’t .cry like that; she sounded so much like his mother when-Pap was lying on the bed under a sheet, oughta be made to sit and listen Killers to “You always come when I—we—need help,” the girl told him. take him.” be ready to go here. Prince is white eye. Oh, “I could ride Prince, but lie’s up in the pasture, and he’s awful mean to catch.” “I reckon I can git ’im. My hawse is plumb foolish ovah any ridah but me, or I’d let yo’all “No, yo’ll have to before anyone gets the sorrel with one hurry!” He rode into the pasture and roped the sorrel with the white eye, found a sidesaddle and put it,on with me­ ticulous care. The girl looked at him, toward the cabin where her mother was weeping in great, heavy, heartbreaking sobs. “I’m—we’re much obliged, Mr. Reeves. You—you always come when I—when we need help. Promise you won’t stay till they come back with me.” “I promise to go—but I kain’t pro­ mise I won’t come back.” J He watched her ride off at a gallop I :r vinsxham skirt whinninc nut hr-•her gingham skirt whipping out, be­ side the sorrel’s flanks, her yellow braid swinging in the breeze. His glance fell then to the tramp­ led dirt under his feet, and the beak look returned to his face. He turned ...... and scanned the ridge. Its side was The kid saw her in! mostly brushy with a stunted tree inthe widows of the men they shoot the back. The kid ’turned on the doorstep'and leaned his head in at the doorway, “Good-by, Ma’am, ly. “Reckon I’ll now.” “Good-by,” she “Look out them get you!” “Shoah will," said, the kid, Prom­ ised Nellie he’d go. 'Somehow it made a bond between them which the kid would never break. He ‘was going because Nellie made him promise. And he was going to hunt down the killer, because it was Nellie’s ‘old pap­ py he had shot. Insolence leered up at the kid from every boot mark behind the tilted slabs of rock. The killed had not ev­ en tried to scuff out his tracks with a side-wise drag of the foot. The kid’s eyes went seeking here and there. Killer as careless as this —and as sure of Poole protection— ’pears like he might leave some sign more than boot tracks. Been smoking up here too. The kid’s thoughts halted as ab­ ruptly as his body. Even his heart stopped dead still in his chqst; or at least it felt as if it had. The blood froze in his veins so that his face had a pinched, old look. He bent stiffly with a slow reluctance, utterly unlike himself, picked up something here, i,” he called soft- liav,e to be goin’ answered brokenly. Poole killers don’t DAILY ARMAMENT COST WOULD BUY 10,000 IRON LUNGSDAILY ARMAMENT COST WOULD BUY 10,000 IRON LUNGS Viscount Nuffield (LEFT), British i present one to each hospital in, the >imt\g a toy howitzer with Lord Babe’s eyes searched the kid's face, He turned his back, pulled open the door, answered the call. Nothing .would happen while he was there.. Flag of truce. Cards lay as they fell till the fore­ man left again. Meant to go, all right. Didn’t unsaddle his horse — meant to ride on to the Poole soon as he had his supper and the storm was over. Straight, honest man, name of Joe Hale, The foreman talked while he ate largely of the supper Babe had cook­ ed, Babe talked, too, but not very much. Knew he'd have to face it, soon as Joe Hale was gone. Shoah storming. »So dark inside the kid got up and lighted the lamp. The foreman emptied his third cup of coffee, wiped his moustache with his handkerchief, hitched the box seat two inches back, and drew his to­ bacco and papers from* his pocket. Soon as he had his smoke going, he would get up and leave. The foreman reached thumb and finger into the watch pocket of his vest, groped there, taking his time. He finally drew a. match from his pocket, looked at it, used it with lit­ tle stabbing motions to point his meaning while he talked to Babe. Gosh, did Ire always talk that-a-way? It seemed to the kid that half an hour passed before the cigarette was final­ ly lighted. The foreman ‘ absently blew out the match, snapped it in two, dropping the pieces to the floor and got up, reaching for his hat. Babe lifted his head and looked full at the kid. He saw the kid’s lips loosen, saw them quiver as the kid’s eyes met his with shamed understand­ ing. The kid sat down on the bunk, his arms resting on his knees and face bent to the floor. Babe! would have shot Babe just on the strength foreman did he’d the best his life. Babe! the plates just as if nothing Had hap­ pened. Stopping now to make him­ self a cigarette while the kid watched him front under his long eye lashes. (Continued Next Week) over here another something, and he stood up, looking at them in the palm of his hand. Two pieces of broken match! Two pieces fitting together—match snap­ ped in the fingerS and dropped, Babe! Babe, a Poole killer. Bushwhacking nesters from behind rocks; that’s what he was doing. Playing the kid for a sucker. Lay on the bunk, pretending he was reading storybooks all evening-hell! Lay there planning how he’d go out next morning and dry-gulch some poah devil of a nestah, that’s what! Babe! Pecos had to use his horse sense and take the full responsibility of getting back Up on Big .Bench, for the kid just climbed into the saddle —his foot fumbling for the stirrup— and rode unseeingly away from that hellish spot, where he had seen the fair face of friendship blacken and shrink to a grinning death’s-head be­ fore him. He ought to have known .that first day. He ought to have seen f that Babe Garner had fired that timely rifle shot not to save the kid’s life, but because he wanted to make cer­ tain ’Nate Wheeler was dead. Up on the- Bench there the other day, riding over to talk to Jess Mar­ kel. Babe lied and the kid knew he lied—and then had to go and swallow what Babe told him about that talk. Babe moren’ likely told Jess all about Tiger Eye Reeves, and helped Jess plan how he could get him. Damn’ fool—let Babe lie him blind. A cold­ blooded killer like that! Kill the kid some of these days, more’n likely. ’ He remembered the look on Babe’s, face, as he stood outside the Poole mess house, watching Jess Markel go by with his bandaged hands. Babe had lighted a cigarette. He snapped the match in two—like these pieces, here in the kid’s palm—and- looked at the kid and said'he’d rath­ er be dead than crippled like that. The kid’s clenched hand rested on the saddle horn and his head was bowed, his cleft chin resting on the soft folds of his silk neckerchief. His eyes were staring. Fie saw Babe, in a new and terrible guise. He was seeing Babe standing by the kitchen table, looking down at his shattered knuckles, and he was hear­ ing Babe say, “Put a bullet through my damn’ brain, Tiger Eye! I’d ra­ ther be dead than like this." He was seeing a bullet hole turn bluish in Babe’s forhead! The kid started and looked around like one suddenly awakened from a nightmare. He was on the last slope of the ridge running up to the tiny walled-in-basin where Babe’s cabin stood snugly sheltered against a split peak. He gave himself a little shake, snapped back to clear and pitiles^ thinking. He lifted his head, pursed his stiffened lips and whistled the signal of all Poole riders. Babe pull­ ed open the door and stood there grinning as^the kid rode up. The kid grinned back at Babe, but his left eye gave its warning. His blue left eye was squinting and the amber right eye was opened full and had .the baleful, stare of a tiger stalking his kill. “Well, yuh made it ahead of the storm,” Babe called cheerfully, as the kid swung down at the door. “ ’Fraid yuh might get caught out, Tiger Eye. Goin’ to be a rip-snorter, when it gets here.” * The kid turned and looked where a greenish-black cloud was coming coiling up from the southwest. He brushed past him and went in­ side, turning to face Babe. “What’s the matter, Tiger Eye? Anything happen?” “Yes »uh. Right smaht happened, Babe. A nestah got killed.” Babe’s cold gray eyes scrutinized the kid. He closed the door against a puff qi wind, leaned his back ag­ ainst it, his thumbs booked inside his cartridge belt. The kid’s vivid pic­ ture of him revised in certain details jvith pitiless accuracy. Babe would not fall between the stove and table.' He would topple over bunk, more’n likely. “Who was it, d’yuh maybe yuh ain’t tellm’.” “Old Pappy Murray, back.” “Hunh. Well—” Babe hesitated he’s a nester and a cow thief. He had it cornin’, Tiger Eye.” “He nevali had it coinin’ in front of hts own doah. The killah cached himse’f behind a ledge up awn the hill. Left his boot tracks theah and a rifle shell.” “Yeah? Well—" “Left anotlia sign, Babe.” “Yeah? What sign’s that?” “Left this, Babe.” He opened palm. Babe looked, lifted his glance the bleak face of the kid, and to that tiger stare of the yellow > right eye. Babe’s teeth caught at his underlip. His fingers quivered—but they did hot go for his gun. They did not dare. Interttiplioft came, The shrill, whistled signal 111 Poole riders knew* Nuf* toward know? shot in the Or the (f his to his He theof a broken match! If hadn’t come right when he have killed Babe Garner— friend he had ever had in Clearing' the table, scraping­ HINTS ON FEEDING PIGS IN WINTER Winter feeding of swine presents several problems which are not of the same importance in summer hog pro­ duction, states Edward B. Fraser, Di­ vision of Animal Husbandry, Central Experimental Farm, Ottawa. First, adequate housing accommodation is essential in order to grow the pigs quickly and economically. Second, suitable feed mixtures are necessary, and third, particular care must be ta­ ken in feeding and caring for the pigs. The housing accommodation for Viscount Nuffield (LEFT), British i present one to each hospital in, the >imt\g a toy howitzer with Lord Nuf- motor manufacturer and philanthrop* j British Empire, Canada will receive at demonstrating 5»t, I.SS famed over part of his Eng- 'more than 000 iron it,pgs through his '''? wi‘h dish factory for producing 5,000 iron generosity. Leslie Horc-Bclisha, Bri* Costs Britain $5,000,000 a day, accord* dungs at a cost of $2,500,000, He will tain’s minister of war, is here exam- ing to Hore-Belisha, motor manufacturer and philanthrop-i British Empire. Canada will receive ‘1st, has turned over part of his Eng-1 more than 900 iron lungs through his dish factory for producing 5,000 iron j generosity. Leslie Horc-Bclisha, Bri* Jufigs at a cost of $2,500,000, He will * tain’s minister of war, is here exam- f field at an exhibition demonstrating the army's working partnership with science.Production of armaments costs Britain $5,000,000 a day, accord* <ing to Hore-Beljsha; ' By BETTY Perhaps I am wrong, but It seems to me that too many menus are far too elaborate for humble people like most of us. We like nice meals, unusual and tasty dishes and pleasant surprises, but we do not want our dishes to be either elaborate or expensive. So here's a menu that should appeal. Eliminate either the fruit cup or the soup if you wish. Sub­ stitute for the vegetables or the naiad if you prefer. You may even change your meat dish. Take this menu as a guide and you’ll have a meal worth while, well balanced, economical and delicious. The rennet-custard dessert needs no eggs, no boiling and no baking — just the kind of dessert to. top off a wonderful meal. I strongly advocate “no substituting” for this course. Broiled Steak Wipe the steak carefully and re­ move any unsightly bits of meat or fat. Heat the brdiler and place the meat in it. Sear one side, turn it and sear the other side. Reduce the heat and continue the cooking, turning the meat as often as the ' juice begins to appear on the upper surface. Steaks one and one-half inches thick require eight to ten minutes for a rare steak and twelve to fifteen minutes for one that is known as well-done. Re- . move the steak to a hot platter BARCLAY and baste 1^ with melted butter.. Season with pepper and salt. Asparagus Salad 6 rings cut from green pepper or- lemon 24 stalks cold boiled asparagus,.. fresh or canned Lettuce leaves French dressing % tablespoon tomato catsup Cut rings about ojie-third inch wide. If lemon is used, remove the* pulp, leaving only the peel. Slip four stalks of cold asparagus- through each ring and arrange on crisp lettuce leaves. Serve with French dressing to which tomato' catsup has been added. Bread Rennet-Custard package .vanilla rennet powder pint milk slices bread Butter Raisins Nutmeg Remove crusts from bread, butter lightly and cut iri small cubes. Divide the cubed bread among 6< dessert dishes and add a few­ seeded raisins. Warm the milk to LUKEWARM — not hot. Remove from stove. Add rennet powder. Stir immediately and briskly until dissolved. Poui’ over bread. Let set until firm — about 10 minutes. Chill in refrigerator. Sprinkle with nutmeg before serving. 1 1 4 . ■ ■■• ■ — winter pigs should provide dry and reasonably warm sleeping quarters. Draughts must be avoided and the bed should be well bedded with dry­ straw. Do not crowd too many pigs into a small pen, but allow sufficient pen space and trough space so that all can have an equal chance. In the feeding of the pigs a suit­ able mixture of grains properly sup­ plemented will go far in keeping the pigs healthy and thrifty. Provide a mixture of grains” such as oats dnd barley, and possibly a mill feed or wheat, and supplement with a pro­ tein supplement such as skim-milk, buttermilk or tankage. Include with the meal mixture at the rate of 1 to 2 pounds per hundred a simple min­ eral mixture such as equal parts iod­ ized salt, ground limestone, arid bone meal. Roots and good suality legume hay—alfalfa or clover—are valuable in small amounts to supply succu- lence and maintain the pigs in a’ thrif­ ty condition. These should not form the main feed but should be used in small amounts as ah addition to a good feed mixture. Finally; ’good care is necessary in the feeding and management of the pigs in order to keep them in a healthy vigorous condition. Supply nutritious feed^at a rate that they can handle it but. do not attempt to force the pigs. It is hot necessary to sup­ ply warm feed during the winter, but care should be taken that the chill is taken off any liquids fed. This can be easily done by allowing the milk or water to stand in a warm place for a few hours before feeding. Frozen feed of any kind should not be fed. By combining nutritious feeding, comfortable housing, and careful management, the winter feeding of pigs can be a safe and profitable en­ terprise. Business and Professior lal 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. v 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 HARRY FRYFOGLE Licensed Embalmer and Funeral Director Furniture and Funeral Service Ambulance Service. Phones: Day 109 W. Night 109J. DR. R. L. STEWART PHYSICIAN Telephone 29. J. W. BUSHFIELD Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Etc. Money to Loan. Office — Meyer Block, Wingham ....... THOMAS FELLS AUCTIONEER REAL ESTATE SOLD A Thorough Knowledge of Farm Stock. 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