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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,
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*
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
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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.
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' 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.
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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.
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