The Seaforth News, 1950-05-04, Page 6r
ALADA'
VACUUM -SEALED
coFFEE
Riders for the
Hoot -Owl
Pool
by G. H. SHARP
CHAPTER TWO
(Continued From Last Weeic)
As the funeral sermon was being
Preached, a dozen or more riders
came up the road that bordered on
the cemetery. Ab Abbott was riding
in the lead, his men following him.
Lehind them was a spring wagon.
More than one man there beside
that open grave unbuttoned his
slicker so that he could get to his
gun quickly. Tltey all knew what
was under that wet tarp in the
spring wagon. The Triangle outfit
was bringing to town the dead body
of the cowboy Sheriff Hank Rob-
erts had discovered just below the
Bob Anderson place. •
The sheriff slipped through the
crowd that stood itt the mud there
beside the open grave. He stepped
up on his horse and rode to meet
that grim cavalcade now entering
the graveyard gate.
"They'll be through over there in
a few minutes, Abbot." I lank Rob-
erts blocked their way,
"\Ve ain't got all year to plant
this cowboy." Ab Abbot's heavy,
purplish face had an ugly look. His
eyes were bloodshot, cold as ice,
"Where's itis coffin:"
"I -Ie don't need 'one. He was
tough. Anyhow, he a as in the hole
to me for a hundred dollars, .1 got
no money to pay out for coffins."
He turned to his men, "Yonder's a
pick and shovel. One of you men
get to work on the hole. Dig fast,
Take turns. Dig over there where
the ground i,soft. The te
quicker
this plantin' is over, the sooner you
.get whisky in your bellies. Get at
it."
As the preacher's last words were
spoken and the slicker -clad men
bowed bare heads in prayer, paying
final tribute ,to a friend, the Tri-
angle cowboys began digging a
grave near by. The dead man in
the spring wagon would be buried
without a word of prayer, without
even a pine box to hold him, Wrap-
ped in the soiled, rain -wet tarp
under which he had slept so many
nights, he would be dumped into a
hole in the ground and covered with
earth that was soggy from the rain,
Sheriff Hank Roberts, a sawed-
off shotgun across his saddle, stood
guard between the two burial
partite. His face wore a grins.
worried expression and his puck-
ered eyes glinted, He would be
glad when that prayer was finished,
when the crowd of men standing
beide Bol, Anderson's grave broke
un and left.
Now tl•c prayer was finished. 'fire
.then with wives and families lost
little tine getting to their rigs. The
younger men of the Pool mounted
their horses and rode through the
gateway, headed for town and a
drink to warm them.
The preacher got into his tinny
and drove away. Then only Mae
and 1Veldi Winters stood beside
the open grave-thrt held the body
of Bob Anderson,
Mae, whose nano was Kathleen
SYtaeourneen Murphy, had reddish
hair that glinted like copper, steady
gray eyes, a• wide, red -lipped mouth
that laughed easily. She held tight•
ly to Webb's arm• Sha wore a
long. black slicker and a black
Stetson that Bob had given her..
She had riddeu to the funeral on
the fat, black potty Bob had given
her for iltl liirthdi'. She had tom(
horschach hrr n„ -hr hi t•t' 11•,I
Bok sword, Ivanit ilia, tr ay. •
I! n„I " s'..e tt ltlrpet'ed.
! 1t gone War A whiter than
n. I b• ed. ':,, ue holler go
bat 1
The e el, Qt r nis;gcr stoud saute
distance array, He was used to
open graves • and coffins, - He
swamped around the saloons for a
living Grave digging was a side
line, fie stood there glaring at the
Triangle le cuwl,oss who were using
his tool., e.n ieg then, in a tvhislcy
Sheriff 1ltnl. • Roberts' ,at
horse, watching that other grate
being dug. Liis tips thinned as he
saw theta drop the tarp -covered
dead man into the muddy grave, He
ISSUE 18 — 1950
saw Ab Abbot drain what was left
of a bottle of whisky, then toss the
empty bottle into the grave.
"Cover him up, boys," he said.
"He's dead, So's the bottle,"
Mae and Webb had ridden away.
The sheriff caught up with them as
they reached town.
"Drop in and see ane at the of-
fice, Webb," he said, then rode on
ahead.
'Webb and Mae rode through the
pines to her cabin. Webb put wood
on the open fire and they sat there
without talking.
They were sitting there when the
sheriff's wife came with a laden
tray.
"She hasn't touched a bite in I
don't know how long," the white-
haired Mrs. Roberts told Webb.
"Now you run along and 111 loots
after her. It's a woman's fob, times
like this."
"If yon need use,." said Webb,
"send somebody to find me, 1
won't be far oft,"
Ile walked up the street to the
sheriff's office. 1•Iank Roberts mo-
tioned to a chair.
"Webb; I got bad news for yah,"
"1 reckon I can stand it, Let's
have it,"
"You're 'order arrest for the mur-
der of Bob Anderson."
t. v
Murdci is an ugly charge to make
against a plan, and the murder of a
friend adds to its ugliness. The
trial of Webb Winters lasted two
days. Those members nembers of the
Scissor -Bill
Coot who h
5 O ad joined
Ab Abbot in pressing the murder
charge gave their testimony. They
had lost a part of that three thou-
sand dollars that had vanished.
They openly accused Webb of mur-
der and the theft of that money.
Ab Abbot and two Triangle men
swore they had seen Wchb and
Bob ride together along the trail
that led to Bob's place. Their testi-
tnony conflicted with Webb's
sworn statement that he had left
Bob at the fork of the trail.
Webb sat in the packed little
courtroom during those two days
et the trial with his jaws clamped
tightly, his narrowed eyes watching
the men who accused hien of mur-
der.
Beside hint sat the sherifr, grave,
soft spoken, not unfriendly to the
prisoner. Behind theta sat Mac and
the sheriff's wife. Now and then
Mae would lean forward and whis-
per some word of encouragement
to the accused loan, and the hard.
light in Webb's eyes would momen-
tarily soften. Mae kept telling hint
she knew he was innocent, that
he would win out.
When Al, Abbot and id- eels
stere called to the wittiest, stand,
Sheriff Hank Roherts laid his hand
00 Webb's arm.
"Easy sot., 1 don't tran1 to put
handcuffs on suit."
Webb had nodded. Ile spoke
through clenched teeth, his eyes
fned ou Ab Abbot.
on perjured evidence."
"I'11 bang onto uty bushy tail,
Hank. 1 ain't done with Abbot.
Never will he 'til 1 watch hits fill
a grave. But I give you my word
the other dal that I'd make no bad
breaks, a tut I'tu stickin' to that
promise. 1_ct 'cm go np on the
Hand and lie. 111 pay 'em oft' some
day. i didn't kill Bob Anderson
Ho more thee 1 Ici1ird 111511 -1'r';tncl••
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$ Jl ONICLES
1NGERFARM
cy Gwetadol.ttl.e P. Cla t>lt.e
At last! Blue skies and bright,
warm sunshine. And birds singing -
for joy from tree-tops—trees that
• are bare now, but with swelling
buds that give promise of new life
and new beauty. Spring has been
long in coming ... now, we think
we never heard the bobolinks sing
so sweetly nor the robins chirp so
happily. Spring is a wonderful
time—a time for new hope; new
ambition; new desires ... and new
work.
Right now, t ant writing from
Illy portable sunroom—alias the
June Bug, alias our car—aud from
this vantage point, I can watch the
cows alternately sunning and exer-
cising themselves in the yard. May-
be cows don't understand much
about birds and buds—they seem to
recognize spring more by their
sense of smell. About this tante
of year, you see bovine noses
lifted high in the air and there is
a definite iuquisitiveness about
what may lie on the other side of
the fence, \Vho knows—some day
there might even be a blade of
green grass growing! And where
a person would clap their hands for
joy, cows and young cattle let go
with their heels and chase each
other around the yard.
Yes, the weather this week -end
is cause for rejoicing, but it also
fills me with remorse. You see, last
Wednesday carne a• letter front a
niece, asking if it would be all right
-to come for the week -end, arriving
i riday night. Generally speaking,
any of our young relatives are more
than welcome, but when this letter
arrived, the house was inches deep
in dust; the furnace was still going
full blast with dirty, smoky coal;
as a result. I haven't even started
housecleaning — and the weather
was windy,. cold and depressing.
'rile ]house wasn't fit for visitors and
for some unknown reason, 1 could
not find the energy to give it the
Proper • cleaning it required—clean-
ing which. 1 intended postponing
until our belated spring showed
some sign of turning that co"ner
around which it has heel] hiding for
so long. So 1 seat word to my
niece suggesting she visit us a little
hater. And then what happened?
The weather really changed and it
has been warm and sunny, And the
better the weather, the meaner 1
felt! I have one consolation — it
really will be nicer in a couple of
weeks when the spring flowers are
out and the trees and shrubs conte
into leaf. And maybe by then, our
worries at the barn will be over.
Another calf arrived yesterday and
two more are expected any day
now,
And while we are on the subject
of barn work, it night interest you
to hear, of a rather curious experi-
ence we had here last week
Iu our horse stable there are
three electric light switch boxes,
all in a row. When Partner turned
out the light one night, he got a
shock. We 'phoned the electricians
and they promised to look after
the trouble the next day. But the
next morning Partner and Bob both
tried the switches and nothing hap-
pened, yet at noon Partner was
shocked again. When the electric-
ians arrived, they worked the
switches and so did Bob. Nothing
happened. "Guess the trouble must
have righted itself," one of theta
said. '.Chen Partner tried it again.
"Oh no it hasn't! As far as I am
concerned, it's still kicking like
blazes!"
So the electricians went to work
opening up the boxes. One box,
that which housed the three-way
switch, was choked with dirt and
chaff, and had become damp with
moisture from the stable, This col-
lection was cleaned out and new
switches installed in each box. But
every time the men wanted to test
the switches, it was Partner who
had to do it—he was the only otle
it would shock. Why? The an-
swer was in his boots! Partner Was
wearing leather boots; the other
three men were wearing long rub -
hers, That morning ,when Partner
had tried the switch and had 1101
been shocked, he, too, was wearing
rubber boots.
Now, what would have happened
if the trouble had gone on without
being detected is anyone's guess.
Whether the dampness would have
caused a short circuit and ultimately
led to a fire, we don't know, but
the electricians were definitely
agreed it was a matter that needed
attending to.
Our switch boxes have been in
operation for five years without giv-
ing any trouble except for one or
two occasions when the three-way
switch for the pole light would
work from the house, but not from
the barn, Maybe that was the time
when it should have been looked at,
But it righted itself and, in our ig-
norance• we thought aro more about
it
Nott 1 am passing this -lit of 'in.
formation along for what it is
worth, Every one knows electricity
can't be fooled with, but sometthaes
there is danger when one doesn't
even know that danger exists. A
yearly check -tip might be a good
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�ANNoE. R411 S
agit Pam1.4l
"Dear Aline Hirst: 1 hope others
will profit by my horrible 11ustcdse
. , A year ago 1 met a young
anal who was a
perfect gentle•
matt -until the
inevitable hap -
pc•ned, 1 gave its
to hint, because
1 loved hint al-
most to t h e
point of wor-
ship. 1 paid for
it in health
mental anguish, and money, 1' el
I diel not expose hint,
"We were not children, both in
our late 20's, both from fine fantd.
lies. I -Is was „the first with me ---
yet now the ]las the audacity to say
there have been others!
"Ile was a end. After this ex-
perience, I think all sten are sel-
fish, conceited skunks,
"'I say to other yottug woinen.
don't give to any man what is
sacred to you. Beat them at their
own game. If you love a roan,
don't show it . .
JUST ANOTHER FOOL"
A HURT HEART
* I'm afraid you show yourself
* in a poor light. Beaten by cir-
* cu111stances, yes. But you were
* at least partly responsible for
* what happened, You weren't an
s' innocent young girl, you know,
* You were an adult, and you
* should have had more mature
djudgment.,
you did lose your head,
* But weren't you, deep down in
* your heart, trying to forge a
* bond which you hoped would
* tie this man to you in marriage°
* When you failed, the man
* promptly became a cad and one
* of the race of skunks.
* His conduct was certainly
t reprehensible. But a wiser wont-
* an would have seen indications,
* during the "worship" period,
* that would have saved her from
* going off the deep end. She
* would have tempered her wor-
* ship with restraint, and proved
* herself worthy of the over-
* powering love she knew.
Your bitterness does you no
* credit, Where now is, this great
* love that swayed you so? Be-
* cause you are disillusioned, you
* let yourself seem a shrew and a
* ternmagant. Yon have grown bit-
* ter. A bitter heart is deadly to
N` yourself and to all whose lives
I` touch your own.
* Rise above this slough into
* which you have sunk. Take what
* is coating to you like a good
* sport. You played for high
DON'T WORRY
"Earl,
Earl" whispered Pt 11,s
Drews, poking her sleeping hus-
band in the ribs, "Wake up, wake
up, there are burglars in the kit-
chen and they're eating all my
pies!"
"Web, what do we care,' yawned
.Earl, "so long as they don't die in
the house?"
' stakes, and you lost: Admit .its
" and go on front here.
You can, you know. This sad
* experience can snake you snore
* sympathetic with other women;
* it can 'mellow your nature so
* that you will never again cost-
'' deem anyone --even men-•-1aut
* conte to see all others as weak
* human beings who need your
* understanding and your charity.
If you have loved -rand lost --
rise above it, Admit your own
responsibility and go on, a stronger
and wiser woman. Anne Hirst will
help you steer your course, if
you write her at Box 1, 123 Eigh-
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