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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Seaforth News, 1950-04-20, Page 6Mom avour? That's at's bec use it's better tea Riders for the Hoot -Owl Pool CHAPTER I (Continued From Last Week) The grizzled old sheriff buckled am his gunbelt and kissed his wor- ried -looking wife. "I'll be back tomorrow, Ma, How about a good mulligan with dump- lin's and a big apple pie? Don't fret, now." She made him put on a heavy shirt and his chaps. He had a long ride to made and it was drizzling rain outside. Hank Roberts was no longer young. Daiup weather stove hint up. He gulped another cup of (hot, black coffee and was gone. heading his big, grain -fed horse for a range where trouble rode in the night 5 5 * A dozen men sat in the lamplight at Webb Winters' ranch house. The room was laden with tobacco stroke. Bronzed, stern-faced, these men made up the Scissor -Bill Pool. Most of then had families, Each of them owned a small herd of cattle and a few acres of land. Nearly all of them had been cow- boys. Webb Winters was the last man to get there. He had been delayed in town until after dark, Mae had taken Bob's death hard. She had broken down and cried a lot and Webb had done what he could to comfort her. That had taken time. Then he'd gone to the undertaker's and picked out a coffin, which had to he loaded on a wagon and started for Bob Anderson's ranch. He and Mae had hunted up a preacher. So it was almost midnight when \Vebb joined the others. Joe Blake looked hard at hits. el,Ve'd about decided you wasn't corrin'. Some of the boys was in favor of settin' out to find you." "Got delayed in town," ni was you," spoke one of the crowd, "I wouldn't do much night ridin' alone." • 004 Young Cavalier collar! Mort slash and swagger in those big stabbed pockets, deep-set sleeve, This dassir is a honey—all one, its show" here, or with contrast. Pattern 48S6 times in sizes 12, 14, 16, 18, 20; 30, 32, 34, 36, 38, 40, 42, Size 16 takes 414 yds. .30 -in. This Pattern, easy to use, sim- pie to sewis tented for .fit, Has t.ompiete fllustratcd-tnstrtictlons. Send TWENTY-FIVE CENTS ie•1 in coins (stamps cannot be al.cepted) for this pattern. Print Mainly SIZE, NAME Ai)DRESS, 113TYLE N UMBER. Send order to Box 1, 123 i:igh teentla St. New Toronto, Ont. ISSUE 1Tr — 130 "1'11 chance it." \Vebb moved . toward the stove. Somebody had made coffee. He filled a tin cup and faced them, Joe Blake and another pian had the only two chairs in the cabin. The others sat around on the floor, "You men know what happened," Webb told then, "Bob got killed. There was more than one of 'eat. He was outnumered, but he put up a scrap, There was blood near the door and there was blood outside. He fought 'em 'til they downed him, Are you goin' to help me hunt down the snakes that murdered Bob Anderson, or do 1 tackle the job alone;" "You can count on me," said Joe Blake. "We're all with you, i reckon," spoke another man. "If it's war that Al) Abbott is lookin' for," said a lean -faced man with a scar across his jaw, "lie kin find it. Bob Anderson was a white pian any way you took hint." Others voiced their opinion. The probem was how they would go about this range war. One man was in favor of running off all the Triangle stock they could round up. Another suggested burn- ing off the Triangle range. The lean -faced man with the knife - scarred jaw opined that the only way to wipe out a snake den is to thumb a gun hammer. The older men, those who had wives and fam- ilies, kept silent for the most part. Every man there knew the strength of the Triangle outfit. They would be bucking a million - dollar spread, and :11, Abbott's cowboys were all tough hands. Ab Abbott had threatened that he would break up the Scissor -Bill Pool and run every Iran of them out of the country. This tt•as not the first meeting of the fool ranch- ers. They had met at Joe Blake's place the last time. Joe Blake had been elected boss of the Pool. The others now waited for that tight- lipped Oklahoman to speak, "What's your idea, Joe?" asked \Vebb. "Don't !cion as 1 hare one, Webb, unless it would be to force Ab Abbott into buyiu' us out. I got the old woman and kids to think about. I—" "Ab Abbott," Webb cut in, his voice harsh, "hasn't enough stoney to buy me nut. Bob Anderson and lite was sort of partners. Bob got murdered. if you feel like se11111'. go ahead." "You meau you're declarin' war on the Triangle?" asked Joe Blake. "Just that. Even if 1 have to make a lone fight of it." "I'll hang and rattle with you," said the knife -scarred cowboy who spoke with the soft drawl of a Texan, "Ale and Ed. Young conte up to Montana from down yonder. We was raised together from kids. They bushwhacked Ed. ('11 string Eny bets along with yourn. Webb. 1 don't blame Joe Blake for not rrautin' to mess into a fight. Like he says. he's got a wife and kids. So has some of you other gents. You loin sell out or you kin set back and do-nothin', and no hard feelin's. I kin git in touch with some boys that will be 'willin' to do a little figlitin', Tex Jones ain't laek10' for friends," "We won't have to carry it that far, Tex." said Webb Winters. "We don't want to hire any killers. My idea is this. We'll play our cards close to our bellies. Somebody in that outfit is pain' to get drunk some day )u town aucl r.::.,. '!'hen we'll grab Dint and get the names of the met, who killed Ed Young and Bob Anderson, And there at Bob's place is a big old cotteu110011 with a low limb that will take care of 'em. Men, no matter hon' you icer about this business, about your wives and families, you had better either sell out or be ready to fight, What's been said tonight or 011 other nights is just among us. Any man that tells a 'Triangle man what we talk about is lower clown than 0 snake "1 don't reckon." said joe Blake, "that any man among nS would go io Ab Abbott with any news," "1 ain't sty sere about that," said Webb. "Mouth' just wi,at'' .sled the ican•faced 'Teti. Show Me The Way To Go Home—A bewildered beagle was Tippy, who got stranded on a plank when the Genesee River overflowed its banks and flooded the valley region. NE I41RST C1 t. F aA ,.d. , y els9"'1', —� "Dear Anne Hirst: f've been married for seven years—and now I think I'm in love with another ,man! We both have children. He wants me to go away wits hits. "1 don't know whether 1 ever really loved my husband, My par - cuts were always telling the nobody would ever marry rue, because I didn't take anyone seriously They predicted I'd be an old maid. 1 guess that's the real reason I got married. "This man is a good friend of my husband's, and has been very kind to him. My husband has asked ire if I ani in love, and I've never said so . , . 1 hate to leave him ul a way, because he does all he can to please Inc. And I would want to take my children, whom he loves so mach, "Do you think I'm in Iove What shall I do? * Shocking Temptation * 'Temptations come to us all. °i Some are trivial, some vital. The d- wise course is to see them all for "Sleanin'," said Webb, "that there's some man connected with the. Scissor -Bill Pool that don't keep his mouth strut. Ed Young got bushwhacked because Some- body- let it out that Ed was goin' to be ridin' along a certain trail just about a certain hour at night," \Vebb Winters looked at the others through narrowed, hard eyes. He broke the silence that followed iris last words. "Only you men here knew that Bob Anderson was goin' to be home last night, Bob was sup- posed to he stayin' at Joe Blake's. Every man here knows that Bob had three thousand dollars in cash and some legal papers on him, The cash belonged to the Pool. The papers he had were depositions pyocin' his right to a piece of land. t was to meet 11sh about 00011 and we were to take that money to the bank and tile the papers Bob had. "\\'hen the mectin' at foe's broke up. Bob decided to go on home instead or Stayni' at Joe's. I rode with Bob to where the trails forked. I went home. Boli went home with that money and then, papers on Trim. Bob was wcarin' all his clothes when he got killed. His hat was there an the floor alongside hint. He hadn't took off his chaps. 1 went through his pockets. The money and papers was gone, .Some matt in tbie Scissor -Bill Pool is tither Inc careless with his •talk, or else he's sold out to Ab Abbot, I'hat•rfian is !rearm' me nom 'Who- ever he is, he's listc:nin'." (Continued Next \Weeki. * what they are, and weigh all the consequences of yielding. * You contemplate leaving a * good husband, and taking Iris * children with you—to run off 11 with a than who already has a * wife! That is shocking, even to d' me He could not marry you * until you both are divorced. Di- vorces take time and money, * Meanwhile, what would you 1 be? Married to one man, living * illegally with another—and ex- * posing your little children to all * the scandal that would follow. * To think that you could be * happy with him Is folly. You * would never forgive yourself for * deserting your husband, and * separating him from his children,' * And 1 predict that the passion * that tempts you now would von- * isb so soon that•you would think 4' it had never been. * I expect you are bored with the * routine of marriage, with child- * bearing and raising. In such a 4' mood, you are a natural target for * any trete sensation, and can read- * ily call it love, Yet what sort * of mon is this, who would snatch you away from your home and * husband, and drag you through a * revolting experience? Surely he 4' has no integrity, no real concern * for your future peace of mind. * Resist, with everything in you. Remind hint that no fleeting • pleasure is worth the betrayal of * your vows nor the sacrifice of * your integrity and his. * Thea never he alone with him * again. * Plunge all your energies into * making your husband content. * Calot his suspicions of your dis- * loyalty, and prove by your never- "' ending attentions how much you * appreciate his goodness and af- t' fection. * This is the only road to peace, * Once you see your critical situa- * tion as it would appear 10 others, you will realize is. * 1 4 When temptation comas, see yourself as others would see you if you yielded to it. One's own pride can often keep her on the right course. Anne Hirst will help you, if you tell her about it. Address her at Box 1, 123 Eighteenth Street, New Toronto, Ont. A SHIPMENT of earthworms bred in 110111111 Columbia is help- ing to remove the sea salt from Dutch fields and restore their former fertility. The worms re- place the • millings of worms des- troyed by war bombing and the breaching of the dikes. 0 Trust MAGIC for sure-fire baking success s .synth WALNUT ItW 1TTER.M1LX LOAF' Mix and sift twice, then sift :into a bowl, 214 e. once -sifted pastry flour (or 2}4, 0. once - sifted hard -wheat flour), 2 tsps. Magic:Baking Powder, ;s tsp. baking soda, 134 taps. salt, Xi tsp. ground mace. Mix in % c. packed brown brown sugar, % c. rolled oats and 1 c. broken walnuts, Combine 1 well -beaten egg, 1 c. buttermilk, 2 tsps, grated orange rind, 1 tsp. vanilla and 11 tbs. shortening, melted. Make a well in dryingredients and add liquids; mixlightly. `turn into a loaf pan (44}-„ x 8 ") which !las .been greased and lined with greased paper. Bake in a rather slow oven, 825°, about 1 hour. Serve cold, thinly sliced. and lightly buttered. M ONICLES of Clavertdol.tt-c (). Cle141c It takes a long tune hitt lin ally the Consumer public gets around to complaining about the things it doesn't like. Years ago the trouble was eggs. "There was a muttering that grew to a grumbling; and a grttmbliag that grew to a !nighty rurnbliug" and out of the rumbling came the systetn of having eggs graded and candled according to Mee and freshness. Milk was another product that was given extra atten- tion. Now milk' is given the greatest possible care ---properly chilled and inspected every so often for bacteria count and sedimentation --too much- of either and the milk is condemned. With all this care at the source, if eggs now lose their freshness and mill: becomes stale alai contaminat- ed, the fault lies with the attention -- or lack of it—which these products receive after being purchased, Now the spotlight is on potatoes. Housewives complain that potatoes haven't the flavour they used to have; they have lost their old-time meatiness; no longer will they fluff up when shaken after being cooked. \Arorst of all, old potatoes often turn black when cooked, and even new potatoes have lost that certain flavour we liked so much in days of yore, So at last AMA, John Public has got around to asking—"What's wrong with our Ontario potatoes?" Now that IS a question because you see grading of potatoes has long since been compulsory, Graded as to size and quality, that is. Just let a few little potatoes slip in with the big fellows and the producers have to answer for it. And of course scabby potatoes are never offered for sale at all. So the consumers go to the store and when they btiy potatoes by the basket or bag they can be quite sure they will be reasonably uniform in size and also firm and sound, Actually, to all appearances, there shouldn't be a kick in the world about these nice looking potatoes. But the proof of the spud is in the cooking. You boil them, drain then,_, and mash then—and, according to the tem- perament of the potatoes, they may be either watery, or waxey, turn black or look and taste fairly edible, So you try other ways of cooking —steam theist; start theist with cold water, hot water, add salt first, last, or just as they come to the boil. But it makes very little difference—those fluffy, mealy potatoes stent to be gone for good. Experts have come forward with various explanations—it's the soil, or the season, or the type of potato, or the way they are cooked. Well, maybe they are right — we don't grow potatoes for commercial use ourselves, so we don't pretend to know. But in our small way we have made certain observations and have come to the conclusion that it is the use of chemical fertilizers and constant spraying that has ruin- ed the flavor of our Ontario pota- toes. How else can we account for the following differences in the potatoes 1':e have grown and those we have bought. - Every spring, as seed potatoes, we use the shall potatoes bit .050r fruut th ,se 150 height for eating the year before. We plant diem itt the ordinary tray; we cultivate them, bank thein up. and dust theta if bugs become troublesome --but we DON'T use commercial fertilizer, We generally have a fair yield from the number we. put 111 !hut nothing wonderful, Not a great number to e. hill and nothing extraordinary as to size, But they do have a good flavor. As new potatoes, Ave eat and enjoy them, As. they mature, and even before the skins are "set" the potatoes become mealy, and fluff tip when mashed. For winter use we buy potatoes from a com- mercial grower -•- from the same grower that our left -over seed came from, His potatoes look bigger and better than our own. They-wotild pass inspection 100 per Cent, But when we cook them—how different the flavour! Actually, it doesn't pay us to grow potatoes for cur own use —it is cheaper to buy them ---we grow them only because' they are so much nicer. Naturally the potatoes we buy have had commercial fertilizer to help them along..A man who grows potatoes to sell needs big potatoes and plenty of them and for that pur- pose chemical fertilizer brings good results. Perhaps you may say—"Oh, it's probably a difference in the soil in 5111011 they are grown." Maybe—but our soil is clay -loam and .the potatoes we buy are grown on sandy -loam, which, I believe, is generally considered to be the best soil for potato growers. Y,That is the solution for hnprov- ing the eating quality of Ontario potatoes? 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