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The Seaforth News, 1950-04-13, Page 6(TS iFRAGRANCE IS SEALED IN VACUUM Our New Serial Story Riders for the Hoot -Owl Pool by G. H, SHARP ta.• t n ras.•ta ,• It was about noon when \Vebb Winters got to Bob Anderson's place. No smoke showed front the chimney of the log cabin. There was no sign of life. The barn door was shut, It had rained the eve- ning before and the ground hadn't dried yet, so that Webb Winters could read the.sige imprinted there in the drying soil, Marks of shod hooves. Boot prints. An uneasy feeling took (told of the rancher as he rode up to the barn. He had a feeling that some- thing was wrong. fie was sure of it when he opened the barn door and found Bob Anderson's horse there in the stall, the manger empty of hay. Bob wasn't the kind of man to neglect his horse. Webb Winters left his horse and walked through the mud to the cabin. He had his hand on his gun when he slowly opened the door, As the• light carne through the open doorway into the shadowy cabin, the inner fear that Webb Winters had been trying to shake off suddenly became real. Bob Anderson lay sprawled .on his face near his bunk, There was a pool of sticky blood on the floor and the rancher's lifeless hand gripped a six-shooter. Near an overturned • table, on the floor, were dishes, spilled food. 'Webb Winters squatted beside the dead man who had been has friend and neighbor. He touched the lifeless shoulder. "I'll pay 'em off, Bob," he said aloud, his voice !husky. He examined the dead man's gun. Four empty shells. Bob, Anderson had died game. Died with his boots on and his six-shooter smoking. FIe took a soogan from the bunk .and covered the dead body and left the cabin. He went back to the barn, turned Bob's horse loose in l nitters— look! A beautiful new medallion t' nrtl:e a beautiful spread, seari, or cloth. It really ea::y :o Ln',li-rs get busy! At last yon can knit household accessories --and easily! :Pattern 1190 has directions, Laura Wheeler's improved fiat tern malas needlework so simple with its chart., photos and concise directions. Send twenty-five cents (25c) in Coins (stamps cannot be accepted) for this pattern to Box 1, 122;; {Eighteenth Street, New Toronto. Ont. Print plainly pattern eiimber, your name and address, ISSUE 15 -- 1950. the pasture. Bob wouldn't be need- ing him any longer. Then Webb Winters mounted and bit a long trot. Two hours later, he pulled up at a small ranch at the foot of the timbered butte called Indian Butte, A short, wide -shouldered man with a, week's stubble of graying black whiskers on his square jaw.came to the door. He had puckered black eyes and a tight-lipped mouth, "Put up your horse and come in, Webb," "Ain't got time, Joe, 1 rode over with some bad news. The dirty sons got Bob Anderson last night, They got him like they got Ed. Young, We'll meet at my place after dark tonight. Send somebody over to set up with Bob. Get word to the others. I'm going to town. to get a box. Sec you tonight. So - long." * $ » Webb ebb \\ haters rode on. 1t was one of those gray, cheerless days spotted with occasional showers. He kept thinking of Bob Anderson. Bob was a good neighbor ,and a staunch friend. Webb and Bob had punched cows together, off and on, for tate past 15 years. They had wintered together in line camps, stood guard together on stormy nights, painted the town red when shipment time came. It was Bob who first suggested that they quit - blowing their forty a month and take up ranches. That had been three years ago. They had located on some good land that the Triangle outfit had been ]folding. The Triangle claimed a lot of land they had no right to. They tried to run Webb and Bob off. 'When their bluff had failed, they bad offered to buy out the two cowboys. But Bob and Webb had told big Ab Abbott of the Triangle that they'd not sell at any price. The joweled, paunchy, whisky - soaked Abbot had replied that he would bet them a thousand dollars, and collect the bet in hell, that he'd MO their ranches before he was done, Now Bob was dead. Shot down in his own cabin. Another small rancher, Ed. Young, over on Greascaood Creels, had been killed the same way. Only, Ed. Young, who was an Oklahoma cowboy and handy with a gun, had been shot in the back. The Triangle vow owned Ed, Young's place. They would hire one of their men now to file on Bob Anderson's place. As Webb Winters rode toward the little cow town named Rintrock, at the foot. of the mountains, he kept thinking of Bob, Big, blue- eyed, tow -headed Bob Anderson, who had never picked a fight in his life. but who, when his slow anger was once aroused, would fight any man alive. Webb would have tobreak the news to Mae, Bob's girl. Bob had aimed to get married after the'fall round -up was over. Mac ran a little eating place at PRimrock. She'd take it mighty hard. Bob was the only than she'd ever gone around with. He rode up the street that was lined with houses and stores and saloons. Dusk was falling. Lights shown! la indows, d the odor of fooc told hint dart kinirock -was sitting .1,,..'n to -C"I•. !'a -a:"; p•'f at the sheriff's lions,. "Bob Anderso . rel.! tins sheriff grimly, "was kilted, last night. 1 figured you'd want to look at hila before he's planted," The sheriff; an old-timer, looked hard at fhb tall, bronzed cowboy. Webb Winters had a square face, blunt of nose and jaw, His eyes were gray, his hair black and straight as an Indian's. His eyes now were hard, his month pulled tato. "What are you aitnin' to do about it, Webb??" asked the sheriff, Webb Winters matte no reply. IIe just stood there in tlte•doorwsy, grim -lipped, hard -eyed. "Conte in to supper, Webb. Tihe [Moans will set a place Lor you." Queen's Handiwork—A million -stitch needlepoint rug which took Queen Mary, 02 -year-old another of King George •VI, eight . years to make, is displayed by Patricia Hardie after its arrival on the liner, Queen ]Mary. The• rug is the queen mother's personal contribution to Britain's effort to gain U.S. dollars: Miss Hardie Will take the piece on a tour following which it will be sold to the highest bidder. "Can't do it, thanks. There's Mae to see, and 1 got to get Bob's box. It'll keep me humphh' to 'tend to things." The sheriff nodded. "1 savvy, Webb." Hank ..Roberts had not been twenty-five, years a peace officer without learning the ways of men, He knew only too well the feud that was growing between the Triangle and the smaller ranchers. He knew that the smaller ranchers had or- ganized, '1'itey were known as the Scissor -Bill Pool. Trouble was cooking, and cooking too fast for his peace of mind. (Continued Next Week) t`�PONICLES T6INGERFARM e, 6wot,,doltn.e P. Clarke Fog . . . rain . . . mud! Once again the miracle of early spring has brought about a change that seems almost incredible. A week ago so much snow—and now big patches of bare ground, although there are still plenty of snowbanks in evideucce. For a few days it was such a nice, slow thaw that flood conditions were not really serious. Ditches rose higher than the cul- verts and flats became ,a miniature lake as the warm sun melted the snow, but with the going down of the sun the water level dropped; ditches became normal and the creek a pleasant, gurgling little stream. But the mud . oh, dearl Now it is raining, so what happens today remains to be seen. Generally we think of mud as belonging to the country, and clean, dry roads as belonging to the town—but not in this district. Our nearby town is still busy with its sewerage system—and so help me, I never saw such mud in all my life. 1 go to town as little as 1 can. The main streets, that were ripped up last fall to lay storm sewers, are so full of pot ]holes you wonder how many springs and bolts you will lose from your car before you get home, and also if any part of your awn anatomy will break loose. Part of the trouble these days lies in the fact that we don't expect to contend with mud any more Most roads in web populated districts are vow either gravelledor paved, and most farmers have Iong since made a practise of having their lanes gravelled too, so that mud, such as we now meet in town, seems much worse than it would have done twenty years ago, I remember when we had our first car—a Model T— we always went back to the horse and buggy in early spring because the lane wasn't gravelled and the car couldn't get through the mud— although i "do remember a few occasi, - n -1 -en Partner pulled me down to the road With the tearer. We d.dn't asst to take a chance on brealciug another axle since we had already had that happen once, Side roads were slab good places to keep away from—some of them are now, for that matter. So now, however rough the main roads may be, in comparison with twenty years ago we have little to grumble about . only somehow we still have it way of grumbling, Maybe I wouldn't be thinking about the roads -so march if it wasn't for the Stine Bug, Yes, I'm going to tell you about it ---or perhaps this will explain things. The other day a fricad of mine said to rue—"And what have you been doing this• week?" "Olt, nottihtg thud?," T answered, "ecept that I've made three pairs of pyjamas and bought a. cart" Acutally the June Bug and the new car are one and the same thing. You see it is a little English car with a short, stumpy appearance that Partner said reminded hint of soiree kind of bug. "Yes," I agreed, "June Bue—that would be a good name for it." Bob suggested Firefly but we thought that was a little too fancy—and somehow June Bug seems so much more expressive. But I ask you—what's the good of a nice, new car in this weather? A few trips to town and it looks. like a bug all right—a bug that has been hibernating all winter and just push- ed its 'tray up through the dank, sticky mud. Another thing I have to contend with is the steering column gearshift—something entirely new for me—also the extra creeper gear which most of these English cars are blessed with. Before we got the car 1 was ser- iously thinking of getting an elec- tric serving machine, Varicose veins and treadle machines don't go too well together, and I do use a sewing machine so much. So, when we were dickering over the car, undecided just what kind to get, Partner said —"For the love of Pete, why don't you settle for a sewing machine and save yourself this worry!" May- be he has something there—the trouble is you can't go very far with a sewing machine. Not that we expect to do much travelling but it will be nice t�• have soinething that's really dependable—or should be—so that we can go out without worrying, about tires or whether a bearing will burn out and leave us stranded at an uncomfortable distanes from a garage. And in get- ting a small car we arc also think- ing of the money the shall save on gas. !fere is Daughter's latest exper- ience. One of her tenants, smoking in bed, set fire to his mattress! 1 wonder how many disastrous fires have been started in just that way. Anyone who is too sleepy to keep awake long enough to finish smok- ing c: cigarette surely doesn't need a smoke very badly in the first place. And of course the same thing 'happens in private hones just as easily us in a rooming house. HOW CAN 1? By Aisne Ashley Q. How can I make celery more tender? A, Allow the celery to lie in water for about seven or eight hours before serving, and it will be very tender. Q. How can I clean an iron? A. An iron eau be readily clean- ed by mixing rottenstotie with street oil spreading it on a hoard, and running the iron back and forth until itis bright and.clean. 0. IIow can I remove ink stains from a silts dress without injuring the material-? A. Try placing tate stained part over a saucer and covering it with powdered borax. Then pour per- oxide of hydrogen over the borax. 17, not pour warrr over the Lorex. WAKE UP YOUR LIVER BILE— Without Calomel -And You'll Jump Out ei: Bed in the Morning Ruda' to Go n,e liver should pour out about 2 pints of ,lle Juice into your digestive tract every day. If this bile le not flowing freely your food may not digest. It may just decay in the digestive tract. Than gas bloats up your etoanaah. You get aonsii-pated. You feel sour, sunk and the world looks sunk. tlsto�teeaafll Liver Pills goths2piaobieflow- Ing freely to motto you feel "up end up " Got a package today, Effective fu bile How freolY, Aok far CREWS tittle Ln•. Pills, 350 M airy drugetor& Atwc Hirst: J. have read. your column admiringly for some time. I would like tooffer, this bit of advice to egntistleil sad possesa sive lt'usbauds. T'ant an ex one, - and speak front experience, "While in the service, 1 married a sweet girl. ',Chat was my first marriage. We had a beautiful daughter. . "My drinking and cheetit,g (that • I thought was smart) led us straight into the'divorce court. I was satisfied, I thought, I was freaking money, and I was popular. "I met another. sweet girl, and we fell in love. \Ve married, We were blissfully happy for a while —until, again, I cotildtt't stand prosperity, I started toy old •rou- tine again. I thought. 'This girl , loves the too -much to think of leavingme--1 can get away with 'But she, too, left me Later, she gave birth 'to uta son. (He was a year old in February, and I have seen hint three times).' Too i Late? "Again, 1 thought, this freedom is what I want. (How stupid and cocky I wast) Just so long as 1 could have fun, I never thought of ,anyone else, :1 loved a farce, too far .gone in my ways to realize it ° until it was too. late. "Now it has been 18 inonths since she left me, I've rept the memory of it. I've just existed. But so help hie, I've quit drinking, and I have refused all invitations.. "I've been living on a thread of hope for a reconciliation. "If my wife 'reads this, 1 want her to know that I love her deeply, and that I've paid dearly for nay past affairs. "I hope that the wayward hus- bands who think they're smart to travel in the same path, will stop and take a good inventory -will ask themselves, 'Is it worth it?' Let me' be the first to answer, it is. not! "There is only one tragedy worse than death, and that is lone- liness. I know l R.G" - * * * 4' It takes some of us a long, long * while (and more than one experi-' ence) to be taught that the only 4' real life is the good life, * You were luckyenough to win * the hearts of two fine girls. Each * of `them gaveyou a child.. Instead * of appreciating all their love and * loyalty, you took the easiest way * —you played fast and loose with *them both. You broke both * hearts before you realized ]tow * selfish and _arrogant trop had * been. * Now you are paying. * When a man finally sees him - ,t self as he is, there is no husband * like the husband he can be. Sin- * sere iii, his reform, all :he wants itt * the opportunity to prove it, to 4' make up for all the anguish he * has caused. 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