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` RAGfANCE
IS SEALED
Ii4-YACIIUM,
Riders for the
►o$-Owl
Pool
by G. IL SHARP
CHAPTER FOUR •
(Continued from ,last week)
"I said 1 was killin' you. Not
here. Not now. I'm killin' you
when the sign is right and I'm
teethe the the price on your hide."
"Hide hunter, I figgered so.
How much • did you get for Ed
Young?"
"Enough to buy them LF steers
I'nr wiuterin'. An' feed for 'eat,
.and maybe a little graze."
"For Bob Anderson:'.
"I didn't git tnuch. I had to split
with a -few more. Winters, your
word ain't worth a damn in court.
That's why I'm tellin' you this. The
jury turned you loose, but it was
old judge Anders' speech-nakin'
that cleared you. Every man,
woman and kid its this country
think: you killed Bob Anderson.
You and that Texican started your
Hoot -Owl Pool. Then what did you
do? You acted like a coyote. You
turned on 'eat. They're in the Last
Chance now. talkin' it over. I
killed Ed Young. I helped kilt
Bob Anderson. But you can't
prove it in any court because they'd
laugh at you. Even _Bob Ander-
son's sweetheart has turned you
down."
"Say that once more, Blake.
Make it plainer; or I'll kill you
where you stand!"
"Ask . her,• WWinters. Ask her
where she went this evenin'. Try
and find her tonight, if you can. Is
that plain enough?"
* '1 e
Webb Winters' first caught Joe
Blake square in the mouth. He
followed it with a left and right that
dropped Blake on the sidewalk.
Webb left him lying there and
walked back down the street. He
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had gotten an open confession front
Joe Blake. A confession that now
confirmed a long -held suspicion that
had been augmented by certain
subtle remarks dropped by Judge
Anders. Webb had baited Joe
Blake into telling the truth. Blake
had killed Ed Young. Blake and
Ab Abbot had murdered Bob And-
erson. Judge Anders had hinted at
those facts tonight. But Judge
Anders had kept Webb at his house
for some reason. Was that reason
Mae?
Webb Winters was not a ratan
who angered quickly. But now, as
he walked down the dark road to
the edge of town, he was gripped
by a fury that tensed his every
nerve, tightened his every muscle.
He was breathing hard through his
nose as he opened the door of Judge
Anderscabin.
The big arm chair was vacant.
Judge Anders' pipe lay on the table.
The whisky bottle stood there be-
side the chair, half emptied. The
judge's hat was gone from its peg
on the hall tree. The house was
empty.
Webb stood there, puzzled, be-
wilderment its his eyes, Then he slid
Ms six-shooter a little forward in
the waistband of his trousers. He
went outside, closing the door be-
hind him. With a long, swinging
stride, he headed for the cabin
owned by Ab Abbot. A cabin
known as "No Man's Land."
Ab Abbot's town cabin was as
notorious as any honkytonk or
gambling joint in Rintrock. It was
a four -roost log cabin. There was
a big living room, and a spacious
kitchen presided over by a one -
eyed Chinese who had been a
hatchet man for a big tong. Ab
Abbot had brought him to Montana
from San Francisco and put him in
charge of the house, Ab Abbot
called him Chino. Chino was small,
quick, wiry. He wore Chinese
clothes and under his blouse, he
always carried a .45 and a whetted
butcher knife.
Beyond the big living room with
its hardwood floor, its leather sofa
and chairs, its Indian rug and huge
fireplace, were two bedrooms and a
bath. Inside those log walls, thou-
sands of dollars had been won and
lost over card tables. Ab Abbot
loved cards and whisky and fast
women. His parties would last a
week. Abbot's favorite pastime was
sitting back in his big red -leather
chair and shooting at different ob-
jects in the room. Bottles, glasses,
anything that made a good target.
The log walls - were pocked with
bullet holes,
That was Ab Abbot's "No Man's
Land" there in the pines beyond
the edge of town. That was where
Webb Winters now headed.
"DT;,AR ANNE: HIRST; What ad-
vice do you offer a young mother
who has one child, another one
coating, and whose !Joule is about
to be broken up
by another wo-
man? (If you
can call these
animals women),
"Everythitig
was serene un-
til she reared
her ugly stead.
Site is married,
and ]las children.
Divorce for the Wan is out -unless
there is no other way.
"I've ahvays stayed house, and
tried to be a perfect wife and
mother, I think I have been, in
spite of the usual line that sten
stand out about their wives when
they're out on the chase, 'WHAT
ABOUT M>~I'
"Most people tell me to sit tight,
That's right, I believe too. But
must I bear the brunt of all the
gossip without putting up a big
fight for my man and my home?
"This woman has had other Wren
in her life, and site is said to be an
easy mark --which does look true.
"Doesn't she have any shame, or
conscience? Doesn't she know that
she's really dirt under anyone's
feet?
"M. L."
* This other woman does not see
* herself as others see her, She is
* out for what she rails a good time,
* and she is probably preening htr-
* self that she has added one more
* man to her collecction. Site has no
* shame, no. Shame implies a
* standard of ethics which is for-
* eign to her thinking.
* Of course you will fight for
Kiss Of Death -A seemingly harmless little peck between two
starlings (inset) proved fatal to themselves and 200 others. The
starlings were settled on two electric wires which sagged close
together. When two birds made contact in the kiss, it caused a
short circuit on the wires, electrocuting the entire flock,
CHAPTER FIVE
Bait For A Bounty -Hunter
Through the low -pulled window
blinds showed a yellow light. Webb
cautiously approached the place.
Every nerve on edge, every muscle
tight, he made his way through the
pines, his gun handy. He crouched
there in the darkness, listening,
No sound caste from within the
log house. A shadowy form passed
across the big living room, silhou-
I etted against the drawn window
blind.
Webb was about to start for the
front door when he heard someone
coming. Coming clumsily, fum-
bling his way through the night.
Now the man was there at the
front door, pounding on the door
with the barrel of his six-shooter.
There was the scraping of a heavy
bolt. The door opened, revealing
the wiry little Chino who had a
guts in his withered -looking hand.
The man who had pounded on the
• door was Joe Blake.
"Where's Ab?" he growled.
"Boss not home."
"Don't lie to me, you little rat.
Where's Ab?"
"Boss no home. You dlunk,
Betta go home."
"I tell you, you slant -eyed son, I
got to see him," •
"Boss not home."
"Where's the girl?"
"No savvy."
"You lie like hell. Ab Abbot's
inside and so is site. I got to see
him. I got news."
"Let him in Chino," called a
voice from inside the house. "What
the hell do you want, Blake?"
Now Ab Abbot could be seen. He
was in his shirt sleeves and he
bulked there in the yellow light like
some pot-bellied beast. He had a
bottle of whisky in his right hand, a
glass its the left hand.
"Webb Winters is gunnin' for
you, Ab," snarled Joe Blake. "He's
killin' me and you on sight."
"Come in, you drunken fool.
Don't stand there runnin' off at the
head like a magpie. Come in."
(Continued next week)
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e`/ Gwe.n.doli.ree P. Cloxite
Last week my menfolk were
busy 'rebuilding a bridge in the back
lane spanning a creek that runs
through our property. Such an in-
nocent looking little creek -it isn't
even running pow. All it amounts
to at present is a few water holes
here and there and some wet,
marshy patches. Yet in early spring,
swollen by the melting snow, that
sante creek has a strong enough
current to cause a washout; to carry
away the wooden bridge and dis-
lodge the stringers beneath it. Now
it is taking a lot of time and work
to rebuild the bridge and to fill In
the washout -to say nothing of the
expense involved. But as I looked
at it this afternoon the thought
came to me -there before me is rho
damage done by one small creek
when it was in flood ... how can
one possibly imagine the havoc
caused by the Red River flood?
And how can we even guess at the
heartache of those poor folly return-
ing to homes which in many cases
had been loved and cared for years
on end. Yes, the danger period of
the flood is over but the tragedy and
heartbreak will last for months to
conte -and that is something we
who are more fortunate need to'
remember.
Down here its Ontario farms and
homes are still changing hands in
many districts -not through floods
but for the simple reason that own-
ers are selling their property. It is
very interesting to watch the
changes that take place tinder new
ownership, Sometimes property is
improved by new owners; other
times there are changes made which
are not always to the good. Titus
we find farms that were previously
well kept becoming untidy and
poorly managed. On the other hand,
farms that were showing signs of
degeneration have been given a new
lease of life and improved consider-
ably. In any case new owners make
changes that are characteristic of
themselves and sometimes the
changes are amusing. For instance,
in one house the farmer's wife had
a great fondness for ivory paint, so
in almost every room the woodwork
was painted ivory. Then the prop-
erty changed hands again. This time
the lady of the house did not like
ivory so wherever she found wood-
work with an ivory finish site
promptly painted it white! Then
again the previous owner like the
house and garden to be well fenced)
the new owners had the opposite
idea and tore down every fence that
was not absolutely necessary.
In another case new owners were
determined to have their newly ac-
quired stone house spray -painted
white. Fortunately they did not stay
long enough to perpetrate that
crime! Then there were the folk
who loved old houses, complete
with shtttters. So they repaired and
painted all the shutters. When they
sold Out the new owners wanted
to give the house a "modern look,"
so the first thing they did was to
remove all the shutters.
The same thing happens in build-
ing. One family decides on a large
spreading bungalow type of house
complete with breezeway. In an-
other, big picture windows give
the place a distinetive touch -al-
though picture windows are not as
distinctive as they once were since
so many houses are now built with
then, Some folk still have conserVa-
- ideas and stick to the old -
type windows, But .in one thing I
am pretty sure all new houses are
alike -they all have modern bath-
rooms and water on tap.
On the outskirts of any town
wherever you pass a number of
new homes that are completely
different in architecture I imagine
it is a pretty safe guess to assume
they are privately owned. Wartime
housing projects are conspicuous
by their lack of individuality. But
at least they have a frontage that
is preferable to some of the others.
Surely when new houses are being
built it would be to the interest of
the owners themselves to get to-
gether attd decide on a uniform
frontage. We have noticed sections
in the country where one house
may be possibly 100 feet from the
road another 200 and maybe the
next one no more than SO feet. Are
there no regulations in this regard
included in local building permits -
or is that something than was
overlooked?
With farm homes it doesn't mat-
ter much what distance they are
frons the road since it is rarely two
farm houses are built side by side
-and its the old days location was
usually governed by the site of the
best water supply.
And speaking of water -many
houses built just outside the town
limits must often tap the same
spring. I wonder if the water sup-
ply can be relied on to last indefin-
itely?
Doing His Bit
The funds of the local nursing as-
sociation were getting low, and it
was decided "to raise motley by
an entertainment in the village hall.
Tickets were issued at a quarter,
which included a free tca before
the show.
One young man filled the work-
ers with dismay as he devoured
eight big sandwiches, five porlc pies,
six fruit tarts, and three slices of
cake, washing down the collection
with seven cups of tea.
Smilingly regarding the havoc he
had wrought, the young matt sat
back and turned to his neighbour.
"That's good," he said. "You know,
I always think one should patroniro
anything of this kind. It's all for a
good cause."
* your roan. Your best weapons,
* however, are dignity and silence.
* Any active attack upon this low
* character would not diminish her
* reputation, that is already ac-
*colttplished. It would weaken your
't' position, and defeat your aims.
* Your husband is not guiltless, you
* know.
* Stand your ground. Refuse to.
* consider a divorce, and stick to it,
* That will show her how futile are
* their designs, and it will have a
* chastening affect upon your bus-
* band too,
* His good name is being tarn-
* ished, and if he doesn't know it,.
* he is more stupid than I think.
* To desert a wife who is expect-
* ing a baby is about as low an
* insult as a man can offer. It is
* be who will "bear the brunt" of
* this miserable affair, not you.
* You can, however, lessen your
* burden a great deal by refusing
* to listen to any gossip your ac-
* quaintances bring up. To lend an
* car, to discuss the matter with
'* anyone else, is unbefitting a wo-
* man of your stature, No natter
' * what public notoriety your hus-
* band 'invites, be is still your hus-
* band and you expect hint to con.
* tinue to be. There is no retort
* like silence.
* Other men before hint have
* betrayed their pregnant wives,
* But how touch worse it would be
* if your husband had chosen one
* of your own friends! He cannot
* hope to marry this woman if you
* refuse a divorce and I doubt if,
* even free, he would want to.
* Patience, and hope, are your
* watchwords, You are getting a
* shocking deal. But you will win
* out, if you stand your ground.
* * *
When life looks black, tell
Anne Ilirst about it. She will
comfort you, and help you find
the courage to better it or take
it. Write her at Box 1, 123
Eighteenth St., New Toronto,
Ont.
Bad Luck
A picture was being shown on
a cinema screen of a girl taking
off her clothes at the edge of a
river, before plunging into the
water. In front of her ran a rail.
way line, and just as the girl' was
removing her last garment a train
came along, obscuring the view.
When the train had passed, the girl
was swimming vigorously. At this
point a man muttered, "Damn."
"I beg your pardon," said his
neighbour, "did you say some-
thing?"
"Yes," said the other, "I've been
to see this picture five times this
week, and that darned train's on
time every night."
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