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THE CLINTON
NEWS -RECORD
BLACK
'by Victor 'Rousseau... ,^
CHAPTER I
Tt was about midday when Dave
Bruce reined in his bay geldingand
looked down into :the valley below..
For miles it'seemed to extend, grad-
rally rising exp to the continuation of
the mountain chain" that, walled itoff
from the 'bacllancls and the desert.
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effort to shake himself free of
Immediately beneath him Dave sa
one of the most prosperous -looker
ranches that he had ever Set ey
upon:: There was the ranclihouse, •
cluster of trim buildings' on eith
side of it, the long bunkhouse, corrals with straight fence -posts a
taut wire gleaming in they noon si
light.
Sitting leis horse upon the top
the rise, Dave could see a cluster
punchers gathered about the remu
corral, which must have been at lea
three acres in extent:, Inside is s
eral horses were nulling, reeling
dashing wildly around the interio
Everything 'stood out hard and ole
in the crystal light.
"Well, fella; this looks' like bus
nese," Dave reinerked to his ge
irlg which flicked :stn ear and we
on grazing on' the tufts of green
grass. "They talc! us how' Wilbur
Ferris had the main spread in Mes-
cal, but. I never looked for . any-
thing like this. How'il it feel to be
in'
amendup steers again after our
three months' holiday, fella?"
his parts is different' from up in Utah.
w 'I had one aneachoor after another,
rg and I: got to:be shown.",.
es "I'm [villin' to show you,," answered
the Dave, .drawing in a last puff and
er throwing away the butt of his cigar-
tlse etre.
and "You are, huh? Howabout hawss-
ni- wranglin'? Think you could break
one of ,then brooms in there?" Cur -
of ran jerked his thumb toward the e'or-
of ral.
da "I'm willin to try."
st "Fusel" grinned. Cui ran. Nothin'
se
eral
You break that wild -eyes
or black err there, and P11 see about the
v. job: Ready .to_start it now
ar "I'm aeady," answered Dave,
clambering out of his saddle.
1- At that element a man emerged•
gel
from 'tire, ranchhouse, an elderly. !xnan
et with a short grizzled beard, wearing
a gray Coat and tie, whipcord breech-
es, and high riding -boots. He came
toward the grotto, and Curran waited
for him with some impatience.
"Who's this?" demanded the new-
comer, darting a suspicious glans
at Dave.
"Another of them travelin' punch-
ers," Ournan grinned. • "Claims he's
a. hawss-wrangler. I told him if he
The bay raised his head as D
tauntened the reins, and began pie_
mg his way' down the precipito
descent that led i,rto the vatic
farmThree or farm miles away Da
could, see tht, roofs and house fron
of Mescal, huddled: beide what lool
ed like a. neck of the valley.
It was three month's sin..e Dave's
outfit, with which he had been far
two years, had been pushed to the
wall by the depression prices. Dave
had now reached the point where it
had become essential to settle down
to work.
The trail down which he was rid
ing was certainly' not in habitus
use. At times it grew so ste
that the bay phut his forefeet togetl
er and •slid down in a shower
shale. Near the bottom came
fringe of aspen, with a layer
soft dead leaves soggy with.seep
ings front one of the innumerabl
streams that tumbled •down into th
Valley on this side of the heights.
Then Dave was through the asp:
and in the valley itself, and th
bay was moving at arc easy lope to
ward the horse corral.
Seven or eight men were gathere
about it, but none of them was sittin
on the rails, and Dave saw why. Th
bunch of horses inside was unbroken
and every now and again one of them
:meld make a furious lunge against
the posts, or start on a wild career
around the interior, ears laid back
and teeth gleaming viciously.
As he rode up, Dave saw that the
outfit consisted of Mexicans or
breeds. Sullen and suspicious look
were directed toward him as he
cased the bay to a standstill and sa
eu veying the group.
Twenty-five tall, straight in his
saddle, fair-haired and grey -eyed,
Dave watched' the swarthy punch-
ers, sizing up the group as hit left -
and fingers rolled a cigarette,
"Howdy!" he addressee. the crowd.
I'nr' leokill' for Mr. Ferris."
Nobody' answered him but the
cowls' deepened., Wilbur, Ferris'
rasa -Bar certainly didn't seem a
ospitable outfit.
But a man came striding out of
nearby bunkhouse, a tall and stocky
an of about thirty-five, with amass
of matted hair and black mustache.
Bunches of muscles on the chest and
arras. Dark, brit unmistakably an
American. The Mexicans were look-
ing at him significantly, then glanc-
ing at Dave.
Da
k -
ns.
y. carr break Black Dawn, 1,11 see about
ve e job Tor him. 1lfr•. Ferris."
is "Bat—" began Wilbur Ferris 'ir-
c- resolutely. He darted another look
at Dave. And now Dave read 'some-
thing almost like fear in the seamed;
lined face and shifty eyes that met
his own for a moment only, and then
were averted.
"That's what I told him."
"Oh; very well, just as you say,
Curran," returned the ranchman
quickly. "I reckon you know your
busines's."
OI sure do. That's what I'm here
for," Culp:an answered. "Get yore
rope, Bruce, We're waitin' for you."
DR. G. S. ELLIOTT
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Phone 203 -- Clinton, Ont.
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1
ep
of
a Dave unfastened his rope from the
of sad'diehorn. and approached the cor
nal. 'The grins upon the faces of the
e+Mexicans had changed to a tense ex-
e peetancy,
The black was standing a little
ns apart from the rest of the remuda,
e which had huddled together into a
farther corner, His legs were plant-
' ed
lant-led squarely on the ground, neck
d outthrust, ears flat with the head,
g! It was evident he was perfectly aware
e of what was in prospect.
Dave looped his rope and flung
it. He was sure that the black an-
ticipated every movement; he ex-
pected a swift sic a -leap and half
anticipated failure. To his surprise,
the black let the rope settle about
his neck and moved ' forward
as Dave snubbed the end around
look a fence -post and began hauling in.
It was not until he had the crea-
t ture secured finely against the fence,
from which the Mexicans had depart-
ed preeipitaely, that Dave realized
what he was in for.
This horse was a killer, one el
s occasional animals that kill, not in
sage. or panic,` but out of sheer joy
and hatred of man. The black must
have been roped many times before.
for he understood each movement of
the game, He wanted to be caught
end ridden, so that he could: execute
lois vengeance.
Dave had heard of such beasts, but
he had never encountered one of
jtheno before, not one quite ee vicious
and intelligent, He realized that he
was up against arnighty tough pro-
position.
He, saw Curran's leering>face near
him, and he understood that he was
to be thrown, butchered, trampled
into a shapeless thing in the dust of
the cons!, to make sport for " the
foreman and his gang from below the
border.
"Here's yore blanket, saddle, and'
bridle," said Curran. "Once t'o're' up,
youkin ride him hell-bent, to the fin-
ish. He ain't never -,been beat yet.
You beat him, and the job's yours."
Even' then Dave prepared for a
determined resistance on the part of
Black Dawn to being 'saddled' and
and bitted. But th,e horse offered
not the least resistance, and Dave.
:quickly had the saddle on and the
cinch tightened. Nor was there any
rosistanee when he put the Spanish
bit into the still animal's mouth.
Slowly Dave unseeubbed the' rope
and released it. The horse stood
motionless. Holding the reins short,
Dave climbed the fence and, vaulted
into the saddle
Dave thrust his feet into the stir-
raps and pressed the horse's flanks
with his knees. Black Dawn am-
bled slowly along the fence foe a
dozen' yards. Anis then all hell was
loosened. •�
Rearing, bucking, suirfishing, .the
black devil set in motion every
muscle of his mighty body in the
human burden.' Dave, withfeet jam-
med into the stirrups, gave the berm,
THURS., JULY 39, 1942
his head ,cluirtiug hien mercilessly, as
he went through all the maneuvers of
his tricks.
Once, in the middle of the sun -fish-
ing ,contortion, Black Dawn sudden-
ly stood •still. Reaching. back : his
head,` he snapped at Dave's' leg with
teeth that missed crunching the slain-,
bone by the merest feaction of . an
inch.
Dave let the beast have thequirt
aoross the face then. And the horse,
screeching with fuey,,, jammed it-
self sidewise against the .fence -rail
with a thud) that sent two posts reek-
ing crazily. Dave was ready for that.
He hadl slipped sidewise like a circus:
rider. Then, as the'horse stands still;
his feet were back in the stirrups
again, ands still the quirt 'came clown
on flank arid s'houldees', and the spurs
"drug blood from the heaving sides;
Suddenly Black Diem' knew that
he was done, and brought his last
trick into play. He screamed, he
reared, he toppled backward. As
lie olid so, Dave flung himself side-
wise' froin the saddle. : He landed
on his feet, slipped in a' mass of
churned up mud, was clown for an
instant, then up once more as the
mighty bulk of iroreeflesir `came
crashing , down beside Idler with
kioicing lege and gnashing teeth. Up,
quirt in hand, and hands upon the
bridle, foreleg Black Dawn to riser
Black Dawn stood with lowered
head, quivering with defeat. For the
first time in his life the manlciller,
with four lives to .his credit, real-
ized that he had found his master.
Dave leaned forward and patted
the creature's neck. ` Slowly, and
staggering, Black Dawn moved
round, the corral until Dave halted
him opposite the group of gaping
ptmhers.
"How about that job, Curran?"
asked Dave.
"Reckon you won it„” Curran an-
swered surlily. •
',Yeah? Well, you can keep your
damn job. You knew that horse
was a-kill'er. You meant me to lie.
killed ,so's you could have some-
thing to laugh about. I'm gain' to
make you laugh. Drop your belt and
put up• your hands up!"
For a moment Ctrnran's face grew
whiter. "Why, you — you--" he be-
gan to• bluster.
"You heard are, Curran. If you're
a man and not a skulkin' ooyote, drop
your belt!"
Dave suited the action to the
word, unloosened his own belt and lot
it fall to the, ground. Outten still
hesitated. Wilbur Ferris came hur-
1 rying up.
"What's the trouble? What's• the
trouble?" he blabbed, "You broke
that horse, didn't you, Bruce? And
Oiuran• premised you. a job if you
could do it. All right, what's the
trouble, then?" ,
"I wouide't take' a job` withyour
outfit, Ferris - ,net for any sum you
was willing to pay," Dave answered.
"I'm riders'; but before I go I'm aim -
in' to nark up Currants' yellow hide
for him"
Curran • sized up the situation
quickly enough. He knew that he
would have to fight if he wanted to
retain his supremacy over that
crowd. Suddenly he unbuckled his
belt and let it fall. A roar broke
from". hie lips, and he came rushing
forward ,his huge fists failing fore-
arms like hams. He shot a blow
that would have stretched Dave sense-
less upon the ground, if it had landed
where Curran intended:,'
(TO BE CONTINUED)
HAROLD JACKSON 1r
Licensed Auctioneer
Specialist in Farm and Household
Sales.
Licensed in Huron and Perth c
Counties. Prices reasonable; satis-'h
faction guaranteed.
For information etc. write or phone
Harold Jackson, R.R. No. 4 Seaforth, , a
.phone 14-661. 06-012 '
THE McKILLOP MUTUAL
Fire Insurance Company
Head Office, Seafoyth, Ont.
Officers: President A. W. McEwing,
• Blyth; Vice -President, W. R. Archie
bald, Seaforth; Manager and Sec..
Teas., M. A. Reid, Seaforth,
Directors: Wno. Knox, Londesboro;
Alex. Broadfoot, Seaforth' . Chris.
Leonhardt, Dublin; E. J. Trewartha,
Clinton; Thos Moylan, Seaforth; W.
R. Archibald, Seaforth; Alex 111 aw-
in'g, Blyth; Frank McGregor, Clinton;
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List of Agents: •
J. Watt, Blyth; J .E. Pepper, Brum-
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Dublin, R.R. No. 1; J. F. Praetor,
Brodhagen. 1
Any money to bgpaid may be paid
to the Royal Ban's, Clinton; Bank of
Commerce, Seaforth, or at. Calvin
Cutt's Grocery, Goderich.
Parties desiring to . effect insur- l
anee or transact other business will
be promptly attended to on applies-'
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dressed to their respective post offi-
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'ANADiAN N TIONAL:RAILWAYS
TIME TABLE
Trains will arrive at and depart from
Clinton as follows:
Buffalo and Goderich Div.
Going East, depart 6.43 a.m.
Going East depart 3.00 p.m.
Going West, depart 11.45 a.m.
Going West, depart 9.50 ppm.
London—Clinton
Going ,south! ar. 2.50, leave 3.08 pm. C
"Well •?" demanded the newcomer.
"You're foreman of this outfit?"
asked Dave. "If that's so, you want
another hand."
"Yeah! What makes you think so?"
inquired the other in a '.sneering
voice. •
"Look at the outfit you goat."
The two measured each 'other..
Dave had lit his _cigarette and was
puffing it easily. The Mexicans were
watohng the pair attentively. There•
was,a growing tension.
"Looks like you've rode far," said
the foreman,• eyeing Dave's horse,
which was plastered with sweat and
alkali dust.
"Yeah, rode down from Utah."
"That's a long ways from here."
"I was ,two years with the Biddle
Brothers, till their outfit crashed.
Thought I'd see a bit of the country
before settlin' down again. A fel-
ler in some town along the road told
me there might be a place on Mr.
Ferris' ranch at Mescal. lily naive's
Dave Bruce."
"I'm Curran. I got about all the
hands . I need. Might use a good
one, but I've got to be shown:" The
sneer in the foreman's voice had,
given way to a sort •of purring note
that Dave distrusted. "Fact is,"
Cu
went on, "punchin' in these
1
STATELY
AND TALL as a Youthful
paha,
As: firm as a sculptured rock;
Sweet as a song, sublime as a psalm,
Stands the beautiful hollyhock,
Bright as a poem, as soft as a dimwit,,
She stands by the garden walk;
One of the ancient, proud regime
Is,tho high -bred hollyhock,
Sweet Williams and she are •old-time
friends,
And`she chums with the ten-weelce
stock,
And the poppy each morning his
proud head bends
To the dignified Irollycoek
She is part of the very first families,
Like the mare ;old' grandfather's
CI'ocic.
Ohe she's got the finest of pedigrees,
Has the beautiful hollyhoek.
The newfangled blooms make the
garden ring
With their mean and jealous talk—
'What a guy! what a funny old-
-fashioned thing,
Is that stuck-up ,hollyhock."
The nouveaux riches are not well'
bred',
And none of them all can walk
With the stately tread and the poise
of the head
Of the .queen -like hollyhock.
Hers is a family old as the Miley
Of ancient brocade is her frock,
And courtly scenes the .memory fills
Of the proud, high hollyhock.
She scorns the vulgar *upstarts• around,
That giggle and titter' in flocks:.
Alt!' he is rich whose garden abounds
Inglorified hollyhocks!,
) b Pira'es ' PopRilar N;i3:va Sc Ha Resort
ALAND where the salt tang of the' will be open this year from June 26 Atlantic Railway takes the tourist
sea mingles with the scent of till,September 8. •through the heart of the Evangeline
apple blossoms, where summer's heat Digbyliesbut a short distance from Country, and to its "capital" at
is tempered by bracing sea breezes, the great Annapolis Valley, where Grand Pre, where a memorial park -
where golf clubs are as populmeas every Spring the scent of flowerige commemorates the beloved heroine of
isliingrods, and where the spell ofthe apple trees permeates the countryside Longfellow's stirring poem.
romantic past still pervades the pic- for miles around. Highlight of Nova Digby is conveniently served by
tiuresque countryside—that is Nova Scotia's blossom time occurs in May Canadian Pacific Railway lines from
Sgo"tla, storied land of Evangeline, and early in June, when NovaScotia's Boston, Montreal and other large
whose many fine summer resorts and fairest lassies compete for the title of eastern centres. The rail journey ter -
hotels provide the ultimate in seaside "Blossom Queen,' an event that at- urinates at Saint John, N.13., and is
vacations, tracts hundreds of visitors to the completed by a delightful three-hour
The charms of this easternmost Cornwallis Inn at Kentville, where cruise across the Bay of Fundy on the
province can be enjoyed to perfect the ceremonyis climaxed. trim ,coastal steamship "Princess
advantage at the picturesque seaside Lovers of history find keen interest Helene." A glimpse of the Digby
resort of Digby, where the famed in old Annapolis Royal, one of the Penes, with swimming pool in the
foreground, is given in the upper left
Digby Pines offers such a wealth of first permanent Europeansetticments
health -promoting pastimes as golfing, established in North America, and xsvan e, Upper right shows the
tennis, riding, fishing and sea -bathing where the recently restored fort pro -
in Evangeline . ower with Apple
P Blossom Queen. Lower left and lower
in a glass -enclosed swimming pool. vides an interesting and colorful link right carry the holiday spirit and a
The popular Canadian Pacific hotel with Canada's past. The Dominion touch of the sea.
re oU Coasting?
Business is good in most Imes today and for this reason there is a
natural tendency to "let down" on aggressiveness -- to
spend less time on trying to win new customers and
to keep old ones front stlmying to some other
merchant.
Business can easily be • compared to a motor car. As long as
there is gasoline in the tank and you keep "stepping on" the accel-
erator, the car keeps gaining speed or at least travels along at the
speed you desire. So it is with business—as long as you keep adver-
tising you gain new customers' to replace those who for some reason
or other are lost.
When you "throw out" the clutch ori a ear it doesn't stop it
coasts: So it is with your business, when you slow down or stop
advertising you cannot see an immediate difference' in the tempo of
your business—it "coasts" on the speed which you have gained
advertising.
But once again, let us compare the motor car to a business.
When tete car "coasts" for a tinrie it slows down to regain the
former speed you must feed it extra gasoline to regain the lost
momentum.. This is exactly what happens to a business. When the
pulling power of advertising has been taken away for a time you
must use more of it to regain the lost momentum.
There are a great many kinds :of advertising' available to the
man who wishesto dispose of his merchandise. He can tell his cue-
tomers and prospective customers in many different ways of the
service he has to offer :But for a
STEADY PULL, a LONG PULL and a SUCCESSFUL PULL
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