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The Wingham Advance-Times, 1938-12-15, Page 8PAGE EIGHT THE WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES Tinns., December 15, 1938 f TTUGEire _ EYEI 61/ $>. TTi.&crwest,t S^OPSIS The Kid’s name was Bob Reeves, 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 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 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 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 meets Jess Market, a Texan who is boss of the Poole before yuh, Tiger Eye; any jury in the world would make it self-defence. Yuha don’t have to worry a damned bit. Now’s your chance—-git ’em, kid! Damn it, don’t yuh know there’s a bounty on nesters? You can collect five hundred apiece for ’em, and no questions asked!” “That the price on ole Pappy Mur­ ray, Babe?” “Hell, it’s the price on any damn nester! Didn’t the Old Man tell yuh so?” “Nevah did tell me that, Babe, Mis tab Bell taken my name and wheah I’m from and all, and asked right smaht questions. Nevah did tell me anything, ’cepting I was to get my orders from yo’all.” “Damn right, you git your orders from me! I order yuh right now to lay ’em cold!’ Kill every damn’ nest­ er you can rraw a bead on, out there. Save goin’ after ’em in the valley. Hell, they’re out to kill you, ain't they? You and me both! Git ’em, or they’ll git you. Git the damned—’’ Babe trailed off into a meaningless mumble. The kid sighed and gouged at the dried mud and tried to think of some­ thing else. “Why, dammit, you come here with the dead list in your pocket!” Babe cried suddenly from the bunk, his sick brain seizing anew upon his griev­ ance. “I knowed you was lyin’ when you said you found that map where the wind had blowed it into a bush. You was headin’ straight for the nes- hoping Babe would not notice how he had to scrape the bottom of the buc­ ket to do $0. He hadn’t thought of the water problem, but it loomed ra­ ther large now. Couldn’t get to the spring w.hitp the daylight held, and Babe’s thirst was growing. If the nesters stayed where they were, they had him trapped. About noon, now. Seven hours and more till dark. “Think you can git out through the roof?” Babe tried to prop him­ self on one elbow and watch, but the pain turned him dizzy and sick, and he lay panting and cursing his help­ lessness. “Shoah going to try,” said the kid grimly. “Theyll shoot yuh like a rabbit!” The kid shook his head and stepped up on the foot of the bunk where he could bring his full strength into ac­ tion, prying and pushing at the dirt- covered poles of the roof. Had the ridge beyond the little flat been higher, the nesters over there would have seen him when, at last, with a final avalanche of clods and dust on the bunk, his head poked through into the sunlight. But the cabin stood on a little ridge of its own and only from the bluff opposite could one look upon the farther slope of the roof. “Mebby when they bust in to-night you can drop down outside and make a run for it—but I can’t. God, I’m . dry! Gimme a drink before yuh go, will yuh, Tiger Eye?” Babe muttered. “Ah — excuse me, Miss Murray,” he said bashfully. wagon crew. That night the Kid shoots Markel thrqugh both hands when the latter attempts to kill him for being the son of Killer Reeves. The' rest of the gang approves of the Kid’s action. ,ters. ,\vith.-tbat dead list, and you knew what you had to do. “You made ..a slip-up with me when ‘ypu-'^aid'-you was goin’ to Wheeler’s place‘.'because Nate Wheeler come firsFon the map. I like yuh, Kid, and While near Nellie’s home be hears the crack of a rifle and finds her dad has been shot from ambush and helps carry the dead man into his house. One leaving the nester’s cabin the Kid examines the slayer’s tracks and finds «a match, broken like the ones' Babe discards. He returns home and Babe sees he thinks he is the one who killed the old man. Just then the foreman arrives and eats with them, preventing a show-down for a time. As the foreman finishes bis coffee he breaks a match in the same way Babe does. The Kid blushes and looks for­ givingly at Babe. Nellie’s dad is shot from ambush, the kid suspects Babe against his wish. The latter thinks another nest­ er killed the old man. Babe is wounded by hidden enemies, who al­ so shoot at Tiger Eye but miss. The Kid pulls Babe back into the cabin and wounds one of the attackers. * ♦ * NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY “Reckon I could, Babe.” “Well, damn it, do it', then! When yuh draw a bead on a nester, git ’im right. There ain’t no come-back from a dead man. “You got ’em out thqre I’ve let. yuh make out like you’re a nice, little .lad that wouldn’t kill a m’skeeter..: I ain’t never asked no que?ti<2^,. but • I • ain’t a damn fool. You had the dead list and that was all I "needed to know. A main ain’t expected to go around shootin’ off his mouth about what he’s doin’. No­ body wants yuh to advertise yourself. “But,, damn, it, you’ve crippled one of the .best shots the Poole has got, and you’ve been runnin’ on me about beefin'old Murray, and yuh claim you won’t kill a nester yourself for love er money. Looks pretty scaley to me Kid—damned if it don’t. Looks like they’ve got you workin’ for ’em. Damn spy, for all I know.” Once more the kid tried not to lis­ ten. In one ear and out the other— that' Was;' the only way to do with feyef* talk.; Plumb foolish. Babe was Shoah a sick man, all right. - "He, took up Babe’s rifle and Sent a shot over to where the blue smoke clouds,-betrayed the position of the Hesters. ..It wasn’t much of a target; whether’he wanted to^hit a man or nb'f, it was unsatisfactory shotting. “How’s the water holding out?” That meant Babe wanted another drink. The' kid filled the tin dipper, A., h n Special Train Service '.-’FOR,'-. <•" ' Christmas - New Year’s Holidays EXTRA TRAINS WILL BE OPERATED AS FOLLOWS: LONDON-WINGHAM , DECEMBER 24—Leave LONDON 7.40 P.M.,. arrive WINGHAM 10.20 B.M.—connection at Wihgham Jet. for Kincardine. Consult time tables for intermediate station times. Regular trains adequately furnished with additional equipment during holiday week-end. Buy tickets in advance—avoid train delays. For reduced fares,, reservations, train information, see nearest agent. CANADIAN WILL THEY COME HOME FOR CHRISTMAS;?, PROBABLY and perhaps more ’ gp if you send them tickets. Enquire about out prepaid plan. T.845G NATIONAL “Shoah will, Babe. I’ll get a bucket of watah directly.” “You stay inside. They’ll fill yuh with lead, Kid.” “Nevah will see me, Babe. Gully back of the cabin goes to the spring and beyond.” He poured ,all the water into one bucket and set it on a box close to the bunk where Babe could reach the dipper if he had to. He kindled a small fire in the stove and let the smoke advertise a live man’s presence. An old trick, but so natural a one that so far as" he knew it always worked. Shots from the ridge answered that challenge. The kid waited -until the firing ceased, then took his bucket and crawled out through the roof, dropping noiselessly .to the ground and sliding at once into the brushy little gully, that separated the cabin from the blub behind it'. He‘did not feel that he was tak­ ing any risk, but all his life he had been drilled in caution, so he went sneaking along, keeping close under the bank and stopping every few feet to Histen and peer ahead. He could not sle any one, and it was so quiet’ that he could hear a mosquito hum- ihg over his head. Yet he felt a hu­ man 'presence- near him. He stood still and waited two minutes, and his quick - eyes caught a quiver in a drooping branch. Some one was hid­ ing the bushes just above the spring, lying close Under cover and watch­ ing the cabin and open flat beyond. “Yo’ll bettah crawl back outa that brush.” The kid spoke with an omin­ ous kind of calm, “Come damn care­ ful, lessen yoah hungry for lead,” Immediately the bushes shook as if swept by a sudden gale. A pair of legs with blue overalls tucked into worn riding boots came squirming backward into view. The kid reach­ ed out and grabbed one and gave it a vicious yank, and the form it be­ longed to came sliding down and lan.tled pretty much in a heap at the . edge of the pool. The kid stepped hack his gun sagging at his side and his other hand going up mechanical­ ly to claw at his hat “Ah—excuse me, Miss Murray,” he blurted, crimson to the collar, Nellie Murray, in her father’s clo­ thes, and with her father’s gray Stet­ son tilted over one eye at a most rakish angle,, stared up at him with J cabin,, feasting contentedly on cold astonished blue eyes. I “Ah—good evening,” the kid stam­ mered again. “I hope yo?all will ex­ cuse me—” “I never even heard you!” gasped Nellie. “I thought you were in the. cabin. Wasn't it you shooting?’’, “Yes’m, I reckon it was/ The kid was trying not to look at her. Shoah did,, look cute, though, He dared one •swift glance from under his hat brim and lookeil away, guilty but entranc­ ed. ‘ ' But Nellie Murray was not think­ ing of her appearance. “I had to come and warn you if I could. I know you didn’t shoot my father, but they’d kill any Poole man they /I ** “It wish ray.” eyes “Babe’: him outa heah to-night. I was awn my way to the stable to get the hawses.” “I’ll help. I'll go crazy if have something to do,” The kid tried to persuade stay under the bank by but he was secretly glad n’t do it. The kid led the way, the sound of Nellie (Murray’s foot­ steps behind him. „ The stable door was sheltered from view of the ridge by the small haystack and by the clump of service-berry bushes where the nester had hidden that morning. There really was no danger of being seen at the stable. But while the horses were drinking thirstily from the pool, the crackle .of more shoot­ ing reminded him that the battle was still .going on. “Reckon I bettah get back to the cabin and answer those shots with a few of my own,” he said uneasily to Nellie. “I’ll take the watah bucket. If yo’all would follow along with. Babe’s hawse I’d be much obliged, Miss Murray.” Nellie, coming along behind him, with never a whimper of fear for her­ self, filled him with a* great, wonder. Shoah complicated matters too, having her along. Going to be bad enough, making a run for it, with Babe. Never planned on having any one else to look after—Nellie Mur­ ray, least of all. They’d need anoth­ er horse, and they’d need somebody that could shoot and hold back the nesters. The kid didn’t see how he ,was • going to make it, but it never occurred to him to change his plan. There wasn’t any other plan to change to; ,not unless- he just rode off with 'Nellie and left. Babe— •' “Reckon yo’all bettah wait down heah with the hawses.” The kid turn­ ed and set down the water bucket. “I’ll tote Babe out and put him awn his hawse.” . , “Through the roof? You can’t do it alone. I’ll have to help.” “You’ve got to have help, and may as well own it first'as last.” must have thought his .silence was plain stubbornness, for she gave his arm an impatient shake. “You can’t do it without me.” “Yo’all can’t go in, Miss Murray. They keep awn shootin’ at the cabin. Bullets come th’ough the doah and window like bees into a hive in a plum thicket.” “I wouldn’t get hit ‘ any quicker than you would.” But she let her fin­ gers slip from his (arm. “Well, all right—you go on and boost him through, and I’ll stay outside ease him down to the ground, do be careful, won’t you—Bob?” “Shoah will—Nellie. I kain’t what I want to say,” murmured kid helplessly. “I nevah did see a girl like yo’all— Babe lay with his eyes shut and his face, twitching' with -the pain of his wound, and he' did not pay any at­ tention to' fher clod's of dirt that rat­ tle^ down oh the blankets? The kid pick*cd“tip; dfte'of t!fe Hffes atidbiSgiin shooting, at the ridge,'dusking from on<f Joop^hpl.e to another to make,it look as if- twb-men w’e're'handling .the guns. The air was thick, and acrid with powder-smoke. The kid looked at his old silver watch and saw that the af­ ternoon was half gone. No use mov­ ing Babe yet. He’d die on the horse before they could get him out of'the gully. It would have t6 be dark when they made it. Nellie, out there -— she must be hungry, hiding in the brush since dawn. Mighty hungry- himself, now he got to thinking of grub. The kid reckoned it would be safe t&r'liave a little*picnic out back of the cabin in the shade, just him and Nellie. Babe was all right Nothing to do for him but let him lie quiet as -long as pos­ sible. The kid Wrung out a folded towel in cold water and laid it across Babe’s forehead before he crawled out through the roof with a picnic lunch for Nellie. The men on the ridge would have been astonished to see the two sitting there with their backs to the wall of the beleaguered sourdough bisepits, cold bacon and dried blackberry sauce. The kid was holding ibis mouth or­ gan between, his cupped hands, wat­ ching Nellie from the corner of his eyes. He played “The Mocking Bird” softly. Nellie sat curling the end of her yellow braid absently around her fingers, her eyes downcast and her lips half smiling. “Dammit, Tiger Eye, why don’t yuh shoot to kill? What yuh so d&mp chicken-hearted for? r Damn’ cow thieves—” (Continued Next Week) ST, HELENS can find.’ shoah was kind of yo’all, but I yah hadn’t come, Miss Mur- The kid’s face was grave, his more tender than he guessed. b’s shot, and I'm aimin’ to get Miss Jean Thom is home from Toronto, She had as her guest for Winter Pears Are Fine For Quick Breakfasts the she her to spring, would- thrilling to you She and But say the By BETTY BARCLAY. No coaxing sonny to eat when the dish is new and yummy! Try peeled, sliced Bose or Anjou variety pears, covered with orange juice, and you’ll know what I mean! Serve them in a sherbet glass, or small cereal dish and spoon. If the pears are permitted to stand until they are ripe and juicy, they are, elegant served fresh (peeled, first), eaten with a spoon. Pears with Cereal Or simply serve the sliced pears with cream — no sugar needed. Another suggestion is to add sliced fresh pears to a cereal — either a crisp, dry cereal, or mixed ‘ into a cooked hot cereal — a few­ chopped nutmeats may be added — serve with sugar and cream. This is positively de luxe. Baked Pears For breakfast fruit or as dinner dessert, baked pears are excellent. • For economy, buy big pears, and bake a panful, keeping in cool place and using as needed; they will last up to 10 'days. Baked pears can be varied by basting with different kinds of syrup, such as maple, lemon-flavored, and marshmallow (16 marshmallows and 1% cups water.) A favorite way is as fol­ lows: Baked Pears with Raisins Pare and core nicely-shaped fresh pears; fill the centers with brown sugar, raisins and nuts which do not need to be well mixed, but put in by pinches. Sprinkle over all sugar and cinnamon. Cover the bottom of the baking pan with water and put in the pears. Keep cover on for 45 minutes. Bake until tender — about one hour at 350 degrees. Excellent served with Buyers Of Creamery Hall on the Beef were el- Cream, Eggs O'and Poultry THE UNITED FARMERS' CO-OPERATIVE COMPANY, LIMITED. Wingham, - - Ontario. Phone 271 the' week-end her friend, Miss Helen Lloyd, of King. Quite a number of old friends at­ tended the funeral of the late Mrs. Peter Clark on Saturday. For many years, Mrs. Clark was a highly es­ teemed resident of this community. Mrs. Rintoul and Mrs. Ewart Pherson were visitors with Mr. Mrs., Harry Lee in Toronto. Mr. and Mrs. T. Mowbray and Gordon, of Seaforth, attended funeral of the late Mrs. Clark on Sat­ urday and also visited with her sis­ ter, Mrs. Colin McDonald. Plan to attend the Annual School Concert in the Community Thursday evening, Dec. 22. A.t the annual meeting of Ring the following officers ected: President, Mr. Pharis Math­ ers, Vice Pres., Mr. Earl Durnin; Sec. Treas., Mr. Wallace Miller; Auditors, Messrs. Ewart McPherson and Fred Newman. Mr. Thos. Webster was re­ engaged as butcher. Alsike Clover Seed / ;.-W‘ Among 19 called to the Ontario bar at Osgoode Hall recently was • Norman Lickens, first full-blooded Indian in Ontario to become a qual- ‘ified barrister and solicitor. He is- a Seneca Indian from the Six Na­ tions reserve near Brantford lbs, last" due far- The total commercial production of alsike clover seed in south-western Ontario is estimated at 6,000,000 as compared with 200,000 lbs. year. The demand is fair only to low prices offered by dealers, mers are loathe to sell. On the other hand, s.eed merchants having to face a keen competition, on the English market, are yery captious and select­ ive in their buying. . About 2,000,000 pounds have already been absorbed by the trade. Prices being offered or paid growers for No.. 1 grade are ranging from 5 to, 15 cents a‘ pound. Threshing is progressing satisfactor­ ily in .Eastern, Northern and Central Ontario, and’ the commercial produc­ tion is estimated; at 625,000 pounds as compared with.45,000 pounds last PICOBAC ■km pipe■M. tob acco JhH| FOR A MILD, COOL SMOKE ChoosiT RATES' ♦150 I * to 150 SWCllMO MontreaHoronto T whipped cream.year. •’ ’ > 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, Oht. ABNER COSENS, Agent. Wingham. ‘ Dr; W. A. McKibbon, B.A? PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Located at the Otffice of the Late Dr. H. W. Colborne. Office Phone 54. Nights 107 HARRY FRYFOGLE Licensed Embalmer and Funeral Director Furniture and Funeral Service Ambulance Service. Phones: Day 109W. Night 199J. DR. R. L. STEWART PHYSICIAN Telephone 29. J. W. BUSHFIELD Barrister, Solicitor, -Notary, Etc. Money to Loan. 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