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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Advance-Times, 1938-12-22, Page 6PAGK-SIX WINGHAM ADVANCE^XMES Thum, December % 193Sfc 'NjWff wwim f nriitfsiED JL H "IdH shot had killed the of strangers rides up. insults Mrs. Wheeler her name with the Kid shoots a hole in ................ ....... preventing a show-down for a time, As the foreman finishes his 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 Ulst­ er killed the old man. Babe is wounded by hidden enemiqs, who al­ so shoot at Tiger Eye but miss. The Kid pulls Babe back into the cabin and wounds one of the attackers. Nellie comes to the cabin secretly to aid The Kid and the latter crawls through the roof and makes plans to escape with the wounded Babe at night. He and Nellie wait for dark­ ness outside the cabin. * * * NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY “Babe’s woke up.” The kid lowered the mouth organ from his lips, heav­ ing a big sigh as he wiped it on his sleeve and slid it into his pocket. He sighed again as he rose, hitched up his gun belt and looked gravely down at her. “We all could get outa heah easy if just us two. But I kaint leaveitwas the starlight, "Reckon we'll go awn ovah Poole, Babe,” "What are you goin' to the Poole all of a sudden for?”’ Babes voice sharpened, "Think you’ll beat me to the bounty? You got another ’think cornin’, kid. I’ll do the collectin’ on this one.” “Don’t know what yo’all talking about, Babe.” The kid glanced un­ easily toward Nellie. "I’m totin’ yo’­ all ovah to the Poole, account of that bullet hole in yoh side. “You’re a damned liar!” Babe's voice was abnormally loud and dis­ tinct. Nellie, mounting her horse, reined close to listen. “You’re goin’ to try and gyp me outa my money for old Murray. You can have the pay for gettin’ Ed Murray, if you want to be on the grab, but I’ll be damned if you’re going 4o collect for the old man!” • “Oh, you — you fiend!” Nellie for­ ced the words out, through her clen­ ched teeth. “Paid killers, both of you I” “Ain’t paid yet, but I’m sure as hell goin’ to be, Damn right!” The feb- to the SYNOPSIS 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 bls 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 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. 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 a Texan who is wagon crew. That night the through 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. i While near Nellie’s home he hears! ridge barking away foolishly at the 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, meets Jess Markel, boss of the Poole Kid shoots Markel “You killer,” Nellie shouted at the Kid. Babe. He’s been pow’ful good to me. Babe has—” “Of course, we can’t leave him. They’d kill him sure, and there’s been too much killing already. We’ll make it somehow. I—you can just do any­ thing, Tiger Eye!” “Shoah feel like I could, from now awn,” said the kid, looking at her with shy meaning, and he started to climb. “We’ll make it,” he called soft­ ly down to her. “We’ve plumb got to make it!” They did make it. Down the gully, with Babe tied on his horse, insens­ ible to pain or motion. Fifty yards, a hundred, with the rifles on the her quirt from struck him slashing blows the ac- empty cabin; The sun went down behind the rim. The daylight was merging into dusk when the kid forced the horses up the steep bank. "Say, where do you think you’re goin’, Tiger Eye?” Babe roused sud­ denly to consciousness and speech when they stopped beside Nellie’s horse, circling the rock anxiously in rile strength that had upheld Babe for a minute began to ebb. He sway­ ed in the saddle. “Dirty work—and it’s money talks, in this neck of the woods. Damn right I’ll be paid! Tig­ er Eye ain’t goin’ to get the'best— the best of me—he can’t—” His head lolled on his chest then, as his body sagged against the ropes that held him in the saddle. “You killer!” Nellie jumped horse toward the kid. She had pulled her saddle horn, and she ross the face; swift, which the kid never felt at all, save in the heart of him. He just stood there in the starlight and held the frightened horse quiet, while the quirt he had given her left its mark on neck and shoulder and cheek. “And I trusted you like a fool — and thought you were'good!” With one final blow her arm fell to her side as if in despair at ever wreaking ven­ geance upon him. “Shoot me now, why don’t you? I’ll turn iny back!” “Yo’alls crazy as Babe.” The soft drawl of his voice had a chill, “Yoh hrothah was shot befo’ I evah come into the country. I nevah did kill a man in my life — but I’m plumb tempted to right now, lessen daid a’ready." “Why? Because he away,?" Her voice shook born rage. "Yo’all knows bettah Miss Murray. Yo’all knows in yoh own soul, into that fear. do f’om now awn/’ "Bob! If you didn’t—if I knew” "Evenin’, Ma’am. Yo’all knows the way home.” He loosed the bridle and struck her horse on the rump with the flat of hjs hand and watched her go, and the thud of hoofbeats on the prairies fell like blows upon his heart. When no sound came back to him, the kid mounted Pecos, took Babe’s bridle reins in his hand and rode away into the night. The kid was pulling out, but he was taking his time about it and he was not leaving anything he owned behind him. With his gray hat set low over the utter misery in his eyes, he stood in the middle of the cabin at Cold Spring and his lowering glance moved slowly around the room — just to make sure that he had not missed any of his possessions. It was not a cheerful looking place. The glass from the one window lay in splintered fragments on the oilcloth cover, and a few early flies buzzed in and out through the shattered pan­ es, where rifle bullets had buzzed in yesterday. The log walls were scar­ red with the thin leaden hail that had beaten intermittently against the cab­ in. The kid swung toward the bunk and looked at the pillow still nested to the shape of Babe’s sleek black head. The1 muscles tightened along his jaw. Babe wouldn’t have liked the look in the kid’s eyes just then. Crazy as he had been from fever. Babe would’ve sensed the deadly quality in the kid’s arrested glance, the tiger eye round and staring. He got his own pillow and tucked it savagely under his arm. The nights when he had laid his head down be­ side Babe’s in contented comradeship fairly slipped him in the face now with a bitter contempt for his blind faith. And. when he talks like you’re the one that did the killing — when he talks like that right before Nellie, and makes her so crazy mad she starts in quirting you ovei1 the head and call­ ing you a killer, just because she’s only a girl and .can’t shoot you down like a dog, it’s something worse than hate you feel toward him. Babe had brains sharper than any old she-wolf, but his brains sure weren’t working last night, when he made that talk up there'on the Bench. Most men would have shot Babe right then and there. They wouldn’t have cared a damn about his being drilled through the middle and plumb out of his head. But even with the welts of Nellie Murray’s quirt on his cheek and the lash of her contempt searing his heart, the kid couldn’t pull his gun and send a bullet into Babe Garner, wounded and sagging against the rope that held him tied to his horse. That would* be putting him- mind I nevah hahmed a livin’ " He leaned forward, staring up her face with a cold intensity thrilled her with something like ’’But tha ain’ sayin’ what I will than gave with BRITAIN PLANS LARGES RADIUM ROME MACHINE FOR CANCER stub that, five-gram bomb of radium is shown being used to treat a cancer patient. A dpulicate machine, made at the same time in Sweden, has been in use for five years at the Toronto General hospital under direction of Dr. G. E. Richards, internationally known radiologist, with a large per­ centage of apparent cures in oral and some other types of cancer. It is re- ported that the construction of a. bomb containing 20‘grams of radium,, the largest ever proposed, is now be­ ing considered by British research, radiologists. Canadian radium will be- used. Self down on a level with Babe, kill­ ing a man that hasn’t any chance to shoot- back. Had to go on and take Babe to the Poole ranch, same as if he were a friend. The kid rolled himself a cigarette, lighted it with a match held steady in his fingers, picked up his rifle where it stood leaning against the cabin be­ side the’ door, slid it into the scab­ bard on the saddle and mounted. Where he was going, he did not know or care. His hand went up suddenly to a livid welt across his cheek. He hadn’t earned -that, cut of Nellie’s quirt. His quirt, if you came right down to it. Braided in pride and high hopes down on the Brazos last winter, be­ fore Pap and Ben were shot. Never did think that quirt he had braided would be laid across his own cheek with all the strength there was in a girl’s arm. Another half inch and it would have lost him that yellow tig­ er eye of his—and that, too, would have been something he hadn’t earn­ ed, "She nevah will call me a paid kill- ah no moah,” he told himself savage­ ly. “She’ll heah things about Tiger Eye Reeves that will shoah prove I’m death on killahs. Poole or nestah, it’s all the same to me from now awn. She’ll know—and she’ll know why!” She’d shiver too. He’d have her go down on show her he for nothing, name mean eating, crow before the summer was over. She’d be ready to her knees .to him. He’d wasn’t called Tiger Eye He’d shoah make that something more than just the color of his eye. They’d remember that old Killer Reeves' dovvn on the Brazos was his pap, and they’d say the fath­ er wasn’t a -patch to the son. Yes, sir, they all better hunt their holes now, Poole killers and nesters! They had pushed him too far. A shoah- enough tiger was loose on the range, and every man was his meat! He pulled his hat down over his eyebrows and reined away from the valley rim. To the north there rose a huddle of timbered buttes with deepset canyons between. Ten miles, no more, from the valely; twelve or fifteen from the headquarters ranch of the Poole. There should be some sequestered little nook in there where he could make his lair. The kid’s fingers lifted again to that welt slanting down across his check. One last glimpse he had of the low ridge and the line of cotton­ woods down there in the valley, and then the rain blotted the place from his sight. Before dark he camped in a thick grove of young; spruces that grew be­ side a natural meadow. He slept, his quirt-scarred cheek cuddled in the chook of his arm—and dreamed of. making0 love to Nellie Murray. He dreamed that she was going to marry him, and .they planned the. homestead; they would take in W.olfe. Buttes- somewhere, and how they/ would, build themselves a ranch, with-honey­ suckle vines all over the cabin. It was morning andi it. was raining, with a cold, steady drip on the sp.ruce boughs that sheltered, him like at thatched roof. He stood up tall and. full.of pride.1 in the man who wouldn’t. kill because, he didn’t want to. Didn.’t have, to kill, to make men afraid of him. They’d1 look- over their shoulder when they spoke his name, and when any one mentioned the Brazos they’d! look. at. each other, thinking that was where- Tiger Eye came from. All that day it rained, in windy, gusts, with periods of quiet drizzle between. That afternoon he came upon the place he was hoping’ to find: A. rock; cabin built of fragments oSthe cliff it hugged close. Half the- roof, had: fallen in. It was the upended7 ridge­ pole with a corner of the roof attach­ ed and showing above the bushes that; had caught the kid’s attention when he looked that way. Except for1 that tell-tale fragment, the cabin was- ab­ solutely hidden in the thicket. ( Continued Next Week)- see THE “INJUN” TAKES CANADA The whoops and heard | ball-room step, “The Injun”, a warm across Canada today are not from awelcome. Argonaut football players, general uprising of the Indians but, at a recent fraternity dance in Tor- from the throats of dance fans who! onto,, arc shown “Doin’ the Injun,” have given the new, aH-Canadiatt | demonstrated to them by its creator, Cecil Da Costa and Joy Da Costa, adian song writer and journalist. Try* noted Canadian dancers. Music and tug out the steps are (LEFT) Art words of "Red Man’s Blues”, hit tunc West and Ms wife, the former Diana to which “The Injun” is danced, were Perkins, and (.RIGHT) Frank Stuk- composed by Harold F. Sutton, Can- ns and his partner, June Carr. gw H ■ Wellington Mutual Fire Insurance Co. Established 1840. Risks taken on all classes of insur­ ance at reasonable rates. 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