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into the
run right into her bunch of cattle.
that,
froin
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the
of strangers rides up.
insults Mrs. Wheeler
her name with the
Kid shoots a hole in
for. now,
kicking a5
the fire.
studied on
see Waltah Bell since
toted Babe
'Well, nobody asked you to!” Ne'l-
”You can suit yourself,
you know.”
“Shoah aim to, Miss Murray,” the
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SYNOPSIS
The Ki^’s name was Bob Reeves, lie retorted,
hut back home cm the Brazos they
called him Tiger Eye, because one
eye was yellow—the eye with which, kid grimly assured her, and loped off
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
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
4 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 b'oy 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,
That night the Kid shoots Markel
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.
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.
. One leaving rthe 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 his Coffee he
• breaks a match in the same way Babe
. tdoes. The Kid blushes and looks for
givingly at Babe.
Nellie’s dad iiS shot from ambush,
the kid suspects Babe against his
wish. The latter thinks another nest-
’^ief killed the bld 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.
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.
While they are riding off, Babe be
comes delirious smd accuses the Kid
of trying to cheat him out of the pay
for killing Nellie’s brother. Nellie,
^Outraged at being betrayed in her
faith in the Kid, slashes him across
face arid rides away. After turn
ing Babe over to the Poole outfit,-
<iger Eye finds a deserted cabin arid
‘dfeteriuiries to wage independent war
$ri thc killers of both factions.
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ffow, GO ON WITH THE STORY
f “Adios, Miss Murray!” The kid
icked Pecos, into a trot arid rode on
the rocky pass, playing his
^mouth organ so loudly he cracked a
reed so that the note buzzed like a
’bee iu a bottle.
He rode on ahead of her. Didn’t'
act like she was going home. Didn’t
ffife^to catch up with him, either. The,
jRimgot to worrying about what she
amql'iit to do, and finally he pulled in
»bel-®nd a ledge and waited for her to
could give her an-
»^^H«Kffl|^Mkmind. Yet when
down the canyon without once look
ing back-
He looked back up the canyon and
rode into the willows. At the fence
the kid turned and rode toward the
dry creek bed where the ground was
rough and bumpy, gouged with
spring freshets and undermined 'by
burrowing small animals. When he
found a spot where the fence went -up
over a small ridge he dismounted and
kicked the wires loose from three
posts, forced them to the ground and
anchored them there with a couple
of rocks and led his horse across.
He kept going straight ahead until
the willow growth ceased on higher
ground and- h,e could see what sort of
place it was that had need of a -fence
like that.
Some one was running cattle in
here all right. The edge of the thick
et was broken and trampled where
stock had pushed in for shelter, and
there was cattle sign everywhere.
The kid’s nerves began to tingle a
little. Cattle bawling!
.Shoah would be funny if he was I looked at Babe,
"Old iMan send ’'yuh over?”
Hale tried to make his voice sound
casual, but there was an undertone
of constraint which he failed to con
trol.
"Nevah did
that night I
ranch.”
“Oh," Joe
thought likely you come
Poole."
."Awn my way to the Poole, but I
done changed my mind!”
“Oh., Kinda out the way, this calf
pasture, and I just kinda wondered.
Want to see me for anything? Want
to go to work again?”
“Much obliged to yo’all, I taken a
'job of riding, Joe?’
"Yeah? Sorry,to see yuh quit the
Poole.”
•Polite. Too daWgoped polite to be
natural, ’Peared like Joe was getting
kinda suspicious. Babe too. Babe was
edging around, uhea,sy like, as if he
wanted to get in back of the bunch
of them. He’d that cold look in his
eyes. The kid knew that look now
for the killer look. Get around be
hind and send a bullet into- a man’s
back—that was Babe's stripe. The
kid shifted his position a. little and
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Jiunt our cat-
bork together,"
■fllis IS awful:
: tokl yo’alb"
mapped, "Pm
les it. If you
|o bad, hurry
moth&h, I
K fob yo’«
to
Be better if he’d let her come along,
he reckoned. And somehow his spir
its rose a little at the perfectly logical
reason he had just discovered for
wanting her with him.
The kid lifted his hat and swept
the reddish waves of hair back off
his forehead, settled his bullet-scarred
hat at a. careless tilt, pulled his bol
stered gun into position on his thigh
and rode forward with an eager
gleam in his" eyes.
From the pole^orral .set back in a
thin grove of cottonwood and box
alder, a gray dusty cloud rose into
the hot sunshine of noon.' Within the
corral fence a small herd of cattle
tramped uneasily round and round,
swerving and ducking aside when a
cowboy’s loop swished out like the
vicious flat head of a striking rattle.r,
A man on guard outside unhooked
the chain and swung open the gate
’to let out- a, rider dragging a husky
bull calf over towarding the brand
ing fire, where two calf wrestlers
grabbed and threw him on his side
with a thump,
A man lifted a branding iron delib
erately out of the blaze, looked at it,
waved it to and fro in the air, look
ed at it again andklecided that it was
about the right heat, afid walked ov
er to the calf lying there, with two
sweating cowboys braced and hold
ing him motionless, one half sprawled
1 across his head, the other hanging
for dear life to a leg. 4
"Aw’right," he signalled carelessly
after he had branded the calf
turned to thrust the iron again
the fire,
It was at that moment that
three of them and the gate tender
discovered that they had a new ar
rival in their midst
“Well, I’m damned I” jarred from
the slackened mouth of the man with
the branding iron, Joe Hale, range
foreman for the Poole.
"Howdy, Joe,” said the kid, and felt
for a match. He nodded to the calf
wrestlers, who were on their feet and
mopping perspiring faces with soiB
ed bandannas. As the man at the
gate came toward him, the kid’s yel
low eye changed ctfriousiy to the
steady stare of a tiger,
Babe Garner! Babe with hollowed
eyes and a sallow, indoor tinge to his
swarthy face. Babe, with a question
In his cold gray eyes and a smile on
his face.
"Hell’s brass buttons!" cried Babe,
swearing his very choicest oath kept,
for special occasions. "Where the
hell did von drop down from, Tiger
Rye?"
"Rain washed me down the can- ,
yon, Bnbe." ,
"What outfit yuh ridin’
Kid?" Joe looked up from
half-burnt ember back into
“Ridin’ foh Missus Murray, down-
in the valley. Widow woman. ,Old
man that was killed and put the nest-
ahs on the fight the time they shot
Babe, that was her husband. The one
Babe got the bounty on.”
Eyes turned sidewise to meet other'
By BETTY BARCLAY
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into
the
An early dinner and long' Even
ings make little people hungry
around go-to-bed time. They clamor
for “something good” and ’ insist
upon having it. \ -
Too heavy before-bed foods are
not advisable, A light retmet-
custard, rich in milk and delicious
to the taste makes an ideal bed
time lunch for George or Grace. As
these desserts require no eggs, no
baking and no boiling, but may be
made quickly and placed in the
refrigerator to become cool, they
please the busy mother as well aS
her hungry children.
A dessert like the following fur
nishes milk in a very pleasing
fdrm, and gives, the children a
delightful surprise — tor here is
Snow White and her seven little
friends in a dainty taste-treat that
will intrigue young fancies ■— yet
it is so light and digestibl6 .it helps
to woo* pleasant dreaitis. „
Snow White arid The Seven Dwarfs
1 package Vanilla Rennet Powder
1 pint milk °
*/z cup whipping cream
Snow white angel food cake
Seeded raisins rolled in Rasp
berry Rennet Powder or pink
sugar
Set out 5 dessert’ glasses. Warm
milk slowly, stirring constantly
until LUKEWARM —120* F. A few
drops of the milk on‘the inside of
your wrist should feel only com
fortably warm, Remove from stove.
Stir Rennet Powder into milk
briskly until dissolved — not more
than one minute. Four at once,
while still liquid, into dessert
glasses, Flao.0 a slice of /now
■white angel food cake in each,
dessort while still liquid. Let set
Chili, When .ready to serve, top
each dessert with whipped cream
and seven seeded raisfns rolled in
Raspberry Rennet Powder or pink
strgar.
from there. Joe Hale
than to try- a shot. He
too vividly how Jess
fared* with the kid over
guarded glances. Babe’s shoulders
jerked backward as if from a blow
on the chest, but no one spoke.
"Lost some cattle last night,” the
kid continued, in his purring drawl.
“I come out aftah them,”
The atmosphere of the Poole men
froze for a second. Only Babe, know
ing the kid of old, went for his gun
and dropped it as the kid’s pitiless
bullet went crashing through the
knuckles of his hand. The hands of
the two calf wrestlers went up as if
they had been jerked with pulley and
rope. The man on horseback clapped
spurs to his horse and galloped like
made" away
knew better
Remembered
Markel had
at the Poole. ,
Babe remembered too, and a horror
grew in his face as he stared at his
numbed and bleeding hand. He’d ra
ther be dead than crippled'—he al
ways said so—and now his knuckles
would be stiff and useless to pull a
trigger. But when he glanced up and
saw the kid looking after the fleeing
horseman he chanced a shot with his
left gun. But the kid didn’t seem to
need his eyes to tell what was go
ing on. He caught Babe’s movement
and fired almost without looking.
“Line up with yoah backs this
way,” said the kid softly to Joe and
the. two calf wrestlers.
They did so in haste—all but Babe
who had crumpled down limply in
the sand, with his bleeding hands
crossed above his head and his face
hidden in pis arms. The kid pulled
their guns from the sagging holsters,
emptied them of cartridges and toss
ed them into the bushes behind them.
The meek-looking wrestler worked
with trembling haste under the cold
stare of Tiger Eye Reeves. When he
had tied Joe Hale and the- other man
to posts ten feet apart and pad help
ed Babe .Garner into a shady,.spot
where he would be perfectly safe with
his feet tied together, the kid was go
ing calmly about the business of ty
ing his assistant to a third post when-
Nellie arrived.
Her face was streaked with d-uSt
and what looked suspiciously like
tears, and her hair had been clawed
by the willows until it lay on her
shoulders like a streak of sunshine.
She sat on • her black horse and
watched the kid, and under her direct
gaze he felt, his ears and his face burn
like fire. The kid did not look up,
but he knew the exact instant when
she turned her head to. look at the
newly branded calf which now wore a
smarting Window-sash’ brand where
yesterday had been a tan-colored Re
verse E. She reined her horse over
to the corral and sfood in the stirrups
to look over the fence and inspect the
milling" herd. ’
“Well, they’re all here, I guess,”
she remarked to the kid who, ten feet
away, was kneeling beside the calf
wrestler and was yanking the last
I knot tight. “You made quite a haul,
didn’t you, Bob?”
. “Might be bettah;” the kid owned,
with a covert glance from under his
hat brim. “One got plumb away.” •
"Well, I told you we ought to
work together. But you kept on try
ing to pick a -fight with me, yoh
i know, ■ Looks like you got all you
wanted of fighting here.” She glanc
ed around at the sullen captives. "I
hope you're ready to admit now
the Poole outfit are a bunch of
thieves.”
“Shoah am," said the kid, his
ready to sm'ije the instant he forgot
himself and let them go. .
“What you going to do now?”
'"Reckon I’ll go aftah my horse."
She followed’him, riding in silence
while the kid went mincing along on
his high heels, his spurs gouging up
loose soil at every step.
"There’s something I’ve been want
ing to Say," she went on hurriedly,
"only you just won’t give me a
chance,” k
" ’Peahs like I nevah do act the
way I feel,” said the kid. "Always
did want to show yo’all I was a
friend.” - W
"I know that. I just want to say
that I made an awful fool of myself
that night when Babe began to shoot
off his mouth about the both of you
being Poole killers,” she confessed,
with a kind of ,shy defiance. "But it
seem's to me I had some excuse, with
father killed just the day before. And
I hadn’t any sleep, remember, trying
to gel to Cold Spring and warn you
the neighbors were sending men over
to kill you and Babe. And getting
trapped that way—and then when
Babe said you shot my own brother
for five hundred dollars, why—I just
simply blew up for a minute?’
"Shucks! I nevah did think a word
moah about it," the kid declared earn
estly, looking her straight in the eyes.
“Well, I just want you to know
I’m sorry."
"Yo’all needn’t be?’
"T am, just the same, You ought
to know,. I never did class you with
the Poole. It’s just this ornery tem
per of mine—"
"Shucks! If yo* call that; a tempab,
yo’all oughta see miqpV’' The kid ga-
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GOEBBELS> I NTERFERRED~-“HORSE WHIPPED”
titered up the reins, mounted and
swung alongside her.
, "Yqu? Why, Bob Reeves! You
know very well I’m the meanest
thing on earth! After all you’ve done,
to—to do what I did and—talk the
way I’ve talked to you, it makes me
so, ashamed—”
"Aw, hush! When yo’all talk that-
a-way, yoh make me feel like batting
my haid against a rock! Yo’all don’t
know how I felt this last -month, be
lieving F had nothing but hate from
yo’all—” -
“Hate!” cried Nellie Murray/ as
one who stands aghast before so
harsh a wo’rd. "Why, if you only
knew—” And then she Stopped and
began to blush furiously, so that the
crimson flood rushed up to the band
of yellow hair on her temples. .
The kid reached out and gathered
Nellie Murray into his arms.
The kid sat on the ground with his
back against a tree and drew his
mouth organ across his smiling lips
while he tapped the time with his
foot, played the tune, over, and over
agaig, while his prisoners sat and lis
tened, and wondered what, kind of a
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of Actor Gustav Froelich, husband of
Actress Lida Barova. In performance
of his, official duties, Goebbels had
to pass on her application to perform
on the German stage and screen. His
alleged, intentions towards 4her caused
Froelich to challenge him to a duet,,-,
but Froelich was imprisoned instead^
Froelich and his Czechoslovakia®
wife are pictured here in a" scene7
from one of their European motions
pictures.
man was Tiger Eye Reeves, who
could, shoo.t a man in cold blood, cap
ture three others who had thought
they were well able to take care of
themselves,, and then sit all the after
noon'playing' that darned mouth or
gan like he hadn’t a care in the world.
The ;kid’ didn’t know or care what
they thought about him. The kid was
living in a world of his own, where a
girl with yellow hair loved him en
ough to, marry him and settle down.'
Gone in Badger now after help and
the sheriff, to came and take this
bunch with the evidence of the cattle
right there behind them in the cor
ral. ’ Gone to bring a doctor out to
fix up Babe’s hands. But she’d be
back, all right, and when she got
here, -the kid would take her over to
the ranch and they’d tell her mother
there was. going to be a man in the
family that shoah would be right on
the job.
He played "Listen to the Mocking
Bird," with more warbles and trills
and 16w happy notes than he ever
dreamed of putting into the song.
The rather bare and desolate ranch
where Nellie lived he made a para-
dise in his dreams. Honeysuckle
oughta .grow up here all right. He’dh
send down to his mother and have
her get him a pair of mocking birds--
Take her and her mother back downs.";
to Texas, only Pap’s old eneriiies.-
would want to go on with theefeuef::
and he’d have to kill somebody. Rec
kon the killing was about over, .up*
here.
The afternoon waned and the-
Poole men began to swear at the chilB!
and the cramp in their bodies, but the-
kid never heard them, he was so busy
making plans for the future.. Dark
ness came. He sat there very stiiV-
trying to realize the amazing trutK
that Nellie Murray was going to mar—-
ry him. She loved him. She said she
did.
He was still sitting there, two
hours later, when Nellie came with;
the doctor and the sheriff and half?
a dozen men, who worried the ki<B
with questions and talk. But that-
ended, and he was riding away with-
Nellie, hitting straight for the valley
and the ranch his dreams had glor
ified.
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