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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1950-6-21, Page 26a/0e/a Raocteitt VACUUM --SEALED 0 FE Riders for the O ,t y w1 Po *1 by G. H. SHARP CHAPTER THREE (Continued From Last Week) "Supposin' you go ahead like you're goin'. son? Sooner or later them skunks that killed Bob Ander- son will give you a dose of lead poison. Mae will be gain' to an- other funeral. It will just about finish her. Webb, sell out to Abbot or to anybody. Give up that ranch. Sell your cattle, Marry that girl and pull out for a new range." Webb pulled up. They sat their horses there in the faint light of the half moon. "They tell it, .Hank," said the cowboy, speaking slowly, "that I killed Bob. I'm provin' to 'ens all that they lie. After that, if I'm still .alive, f'll mebbyso head for a new range, But most mebby I'll stay on the ranch Ab Abbot is tryin' to steal off me. I'm provin' to this country that I didn't kill the hest friend I ever had. I'd be a damned coward and a quitter if I didn't." They rode on in silence, around the bedded herd. Front out there beyond came the lonesome song of a cowboy. Sheriff Hank Roberts had turned tip his hole card. He had lost! CHAPTER FOL'R Lead For A Lawman The Hoot -Owl Pool shipped their cattle. Webb was selling everything but his cows. They worned in the stockyards from day- light no in the thick dust, sweating, working on horseback and with prod Poles, loading cattle. An un- shaven crew, red -eyed from lack of sleep and the dust and the wind that whipped into their faces. When the last car was loaded, when the yards were empty, Webb Winters and the lanky Tex rode to town with their tough cowboys. They would paint the town red to- night, then pull out for home. Tex and Webb would go back to their ranches. The others would ride 898 Get t!,„7., ready for the shower season 1n idealgift—lovely ere- ( het and ,',r. fiery for towels, r t ! ,,:c -e: and sheets. Make a t..a:ci,ce1 set for a bride. Pattern 896: transfer 6 motifs 454 x 6/ to 7x14; crochet directions, Laura Wheeler's improved pat- tern snakes crecitet and knitting so simple with its charts, phi los and concise directions. Send twenty-five cents 125c) in coins (stamps cannot be accepted) for this pattern to Box 1, 123 Eighteenth Street, New Toronto, Ont, Print plainly pattern number, your naive and address ISSUE 24 •— 1950 away separately to meet later at some place in the badlands. From there they would ride to- gether again. They would not be riding after cattle, however. Webb and Tex would be held up. A train would be robbed. A big gambling joint stuck up. They would ride that outlaw trail from Montana to Mexico. And some day Webb would find out who murdered Bob Anderson. By that whispered word of mouth known to the cowboy out- law as "the rusting of the leaves," he would learn how Bob had been killed. Then he would pay off his debt. That had been Tex's proposi- tion. Webb had accepted it. This would be his last night in Rimrock. From tonight on he would be travelling that dim trail that ovists down through Wyom- ing. Colorado, Utah, New Mexico and Arizona. For Webb Winters there would be no more Rimrock as he had known it. No more dances at the schoolhouse, no more roil!ck- ing fun. He dreaded meeting Hank Rob- erts today. Hank, with his search- ing eyes that seemed to read a man's every thought. Old Hank wouldn't want him to do what he had planned on doing. Hank wanted him to sell out and quit the country. Hank wanted him to marry Mae and settle down on a new range. But Bob Anderson had been mur- dered, and Bob had been Webb's pardner. The only way to live long enough to learn who had -murdered Bob was to throw in with these renegade de co b g cowboys, trail with them until Ile found out what he wanted to learn. They had a man or two planted with the Triangle outfit to pick up news concerning the killing of Ed Young and Bob Anderson, Sooner or later, that information' would drift down the hoot -owl trail and then Webb Winters would pay off Bob's debt with a smoking gun. Just the same, Webb dreaded meet- ing old Hank Roberts. Hank would insist on him com- ing to supper. Mae would be there. Chicken and apple pie. Real dishes and a clean tablecloth. A game or two of whist or seven up. Then Hank and this wife would go to bed, leaving Mae and Webb there in the front room, And Mae would make a stab at talking him into selling out, He'd have to lie to her. He couldn't tell her how he and Tex had talked things out and how he'd told Tex that he'd ride the outlaw trail. It was about noon. Webb rode with his hat slanted across his eyes. He was powdered with dust, sweat -marked, and unshaven. His bloodshot eyes were squinted. A steer had hooked at him in the pens, ripping his cheek. It was an ugly - looking cut, caked with dried blood and dirt. "You ain't as purty lookin' as you -night be." grinned Tex. Webb grinned. back. He was thinking just now of Mae. Ile ltadn'ta een her since the day the jury had •acquitted hint of Bob's Murder, That was a few weeks ago. "Got your town clothes?" "At the hotel," Webb said. "How about you:" "Don't need 'em. My girl lives down on the Rio Grande, a long way off from here. I was aimin' to go down and fetch her up here, but lid gettin' killed hinda changed my plans, She's Ed's kid sister." Tex was doing just what Webb had promised to do. They would ride with the outlaw bunch front now on, "I promised her I'd settle down," Tex went on, "I ain't let her know about Ed yet. She's a fine girl, Webb. Too good for a renegade like me. She keeps books at a store. I'm mailitt' her a letter to- day, tellin' her about Ed." * * s: They rode into town, a • dusty, dirty cavalcade. They stopped at the first saloon and had a round of drinks, then put up their horses, The Boot -Owl Pool was in town. Spurs had been let out to the "town hole." The Hoot -Owl Pool was painting the town red. The slanting rays of the late afternoon sun saw then. walking from one saloon to the next, singly or in small groups. A few of them had gotten a shave and haircut, but mostly they were as they had been when they left the stockyards. Darkness found them warming to the fun, Sheriff Hanle Roberts found Webb in the barber shop. The barber was shaving Webb's injured face, "How are you, Hank?" "Still alive, Webb, What hap- pened to your face?" "Horse tly bit me. Or else mebbe it was a deer fly kicked me." 'C'ontinued Next Week) Suit time or date time, you'll have a good time in this! That face -framing collar is fashion's newest and•prettiest, skirt's a dirndl. Tiny waist has velvet bowl Pattern 4567 comes in sizes 12. 14, 16, 18, 20, Size 16 takes 4e4 yards 35 -inch fabric. 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The 20 -year-old co-ed married Leo Landoll, also a Fenn grad, while midway through her college career. Now, she'll put aside her studies and concentrate on her "Ma" degree. OilICL S 61NGERFARPI cy Gwcmdolttn.e. P Cle.rk.e "If only it v,ould rain!" That is what we were saying this time last year . . , and today we are saying it again. Everything is so dry—the fields. pastures and gardens—yes, and also the dust on the roads , . , but definitely! We made our annual inspection trip to Mallon Airport yesterday and we swallowed bush- els of dust ail the way over and most of the way back. But we for- got it all at the Airport as we looked over the wonderful improvements that have taken place since our last visit. The old offices and waiting room have been converted into a -modern, airy restaurant. Over in the new building there are spacious waiting rooms and offices, and over the whole structure there is an ob- servation roof, which, I would im- agine. would accommodate 1,000 people. From it you can observe at close quarters planes coating in for a landing, or taking off for distant points east and west. You can watch the ground crew chasing around like so many ants—except that these ants travel by jeep and tractor, A plane lands . , , immediately a little tractor manoeuvres a run- way- into position for travellers to alight from the ship. Another tractor, trailing three to five little trolley cars, is loaded with passen- ger baggage which it toes around to the Customs Office. Passengers alight as nonchalantly as they would from a streetcar . men with brief cases or golf clubs; fash- ionably dressed women, sane with rather bored expressions; mothers with babies in arms, or youngsters toddling at their side—the children excited, the mothers too occupied plane, the stewardess and the pilot and co-pilot. Then another ground crew takes over , . , the big ship is refuelled for its next take -off; baggage is brought up by the little trucks which also carry a loading escala- tor, one end of which is evelated to the baggage compartment of the plane. The escalator is set in mo- tion and up goes the baggage with- out benefit of Red -caps. Then a jeep conies along with a box -like container carrying refrigerated food supplies. The entire container is raised to the level of the ship's receiving door by means of an in- visible hydraulic hoist. In a little while loud speakers announce the number of the flight and its destin- ation and presently passengers fill the ship again, helped by a trim young stewardess receiving them at the door of the plane. Then the pilot and co-pilot, upon whose skill and integrity the lives of so many people depend, once more take over at the controls; the ground crew finish their various jobs and the big silver bird roars into action again. As it wheels around for a take -off down the runway, those on the Ob- servation Roof hang on to their hats and catch their breath as wind, created by the four whirling pro- pellers, swirls around them. I don't know why, but a visit to the airport always increases my conviction that to travel by air is about as safe and pleasant 1 nt a means of trans orta s one P could hope for in this day and age, And I never see a plane take off, or fly over our farm, without wish- ing I was one of its passengers, Who lseows . , . some happy day maybe I shall be! But right now we at Ginger Farm, are not s0 1011018 concerned with what happens over our heads as we are with what goes on under- foot, You see, right through the centre, of our farm, and also through the two farms immediately cast and west of us, there are little stakes here and there, complete with flags, indicating that the Depart- ment of Highways is at work on a new surveying job. The whole neighborhood is agog with curiosity because rumour has it that a new four -lane highway, running from Montreal to Windsor is being plan- ned, and will probably angle right across country leaving us with 45 acres on one side of the road and 55 on the other. Well, having had dealings with the highway depart- ment before we know it stoves -tightly slow its wonder to perform so at present we are just sitting tight t and awaiting f urther develop- ments. Other changes have already taken place around here which are of more concern to us at the moment. We are saying goodbye to our tried and trusty horses; also to our big high-powered oil -burning tractor, and in their place we have a small, exceedingly mobile tractor that will, we hope, take tine place of the horses and yet be equal, on a small- er scale, to do the field work for- merly done by its big brother tractor. With all this going on we have also been entertaining. One of our nieces, who is now a nursing sister at Sunnybrook Hospital, spent a few days with us last week. Satur- day night Bob took her back to Toronto and then came home, bringing with him daughter and a friend, And I ant still busy with the paint -pot! IINDAY SCHOOL LESSON ZEPHANIAH CALLS TO REPENTANCE Zephaniah 1:12-18; 3:16-20 Golden Text: Seek ye the Lord, all ye meek of the earth, which have wrought his judgment; seek righteousness, seek meekness: it may be ye shall be hid in the day of the Lord's anger.—Zephaniah 2:3. The Lord's prophets were con- stantly exhorting the people to repent. Zephaniah reminds Judah that God will search Jerusalem with candles and will punish. "Neither their silver nor their gold shall be able to deliver them in the day of the Lord's wrath." But not all the people were wicked. The meek, which have wrought his judgment are urged to seek righteousness and seek mealatess, The good must seek to be better if they are to be hid from the Lord's anger. Zephaniah closes with a song. He sees a better day. If the prophets are termed pessimists because they pronounce judgments upon the sin- ners of their day, they are also optimists because they never fail to see a brighter day, when God's kingdom shall be supreme. God will punish the wicked and reward the righteous. But if the wicked repent before destruction befalls them, there is forgiveness, Jonah spoke truly when he said in his prayer, "I knew that thou art a gracious God, and merciful, slow .to anger, and of great kindness, and repentest thee of the evil." There is hope for all. Our nations need messengers from God who are not afraid to denounce sin and God's judgments upon it. These men require a lively faith in the goodness of God to forgive the repentant and faith in the great- ness of God to ultimately triumph, Such prophets may not be popular but time and eternity will Indicate their message and work. "Dear Anne Hirst; I've been nmarricd 30 years, and I w'onlcht't com- plain—if only I were loved by the titan I mar- ried. "The marriage bond is assum- ed to be a legalized affectionate partenership, but thine is the un- derpaid servant arrangement. I am regarded the mnt hap cook, I doas per the milkingane, I cheap calves, pigs and chickens --besides, of course, all the housework, I have good health, and I'm not lazy. "I would enjoy doing all this, if any appreciation were shown, But there is never a word of love from I•int, nor a caress, nor a good-bye. "He has never voluntarily taken me to a show. (In all these years, we have been to exactly five movies together) . . , He sneaks off to town alone, never asks me to go along. He devours his meals in silence, bidden behind a newspaper or a trashy magazine. He seldom speaks to the children unless to give a command. (We have two, M their teens.) A LONELY LIFE "363 husband keeps everything bottled up inside him. Then when he does blow his top, I am the target for his temper. He is always unfriendly. He has sulked from three to six months at a timet "He never thinks I need any clothing, but he is dressed like a dude every day. My winter coat is 25 years old, and my mother gave it to rime. IIe spends lavishly tor anything for himself. I am too proud to beg, "What I'd like to do is to go away and get a job—I need every- thing. I can't see any future here except a lonely old age, waiting on one who considers only him- self. I have no social life. I feel more like a robot than a human being. I am simply starving for love. "What shall I do? Go away and work—or stay—and grow older, and wiser? Are there other husbands like mine? (I've been told f did too much for him).. I am so very— UNIiAPPy" * It may be true that when you * first married, you spoiled your * husband (as most wives do), and * did not assert yourself under his * growing indifference. Yet if he * had the milk of human kindness * in him, he would Have at least * leept you contented by his ap- 4' preciation of all you did and * were• * It is too late to change him * now, The best you can do is to * adjust yourself to him ria he is, * and cease to expect :,aything s' moire, * I urge you to try, even so late, * to build some social life among 4' your neighbors and through your * church, and to find in your chit- " dren the comfort denied you by * yoUr husband, Can you justify leaving hone, * with your children still needing * you? Or are they able to shift * for themselves? When they are * settled, you might indeed con- * sider it. Just now, what sort * of home life would they have * without you there? • Yours has been, and is, asad * lot, I have heard of other Itus- * bands like your owmi, in lesser * degree, yes, And their wives have * continued to submit throughout * the years. 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