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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Seaforth News, 1950-07-27, Page 2'Arm R / VACUUM -SEALED Riders tPo 1 .� *R for the by G. N. SHARP CHAPTER'FIVE (Continued from last week) "Two sweaty saddle blankets, still warm, Webb. Blake and Ab- hor are here. We got 'cm." The match burned out. Tire dark- ness seemed more opaque than be- fore. Their whispered voices sounded blurred, "You better wait, Webb, till the boys git here. There's Triangle men aplenty in that bunkhouse." "I got to tackle Abbot now, Tex. He'll be at the big house and Blake will be with him. I'm killin"'em where 1 find 'em. I'll pay oil Bob Anderson's debt. After that, nothin' matters." "Then let's go, cowhand." They left their horses in a wil- low thicket and went on foot to- ward the house. Now they stopped, crouched by the wide porch of the big log house that was a duplicate of Abbot's house in Rimrock. They crouched low, listening. CHAPTER SIX Rimrock Roundup Webb and Tex heard the muf- fled sound of voices inside the house. The clump of boot ]reels, the dragging of spur rowels on the floor. Now a voice, the drunken voice of Ab Abbot, raised in a growling roar, came to the list- eners. "Fifteen thousand is too much, Blake. Webb Winter's hide ain't worth more than a thousand. That Texan's scalp is worth less. I got a mind to do the job myself." "Then hop to it," they heard Joe Blake's snarl. "Take to 'em, Abbot. Then see what'll happen to you. You got a mind to do it your- seIf. have yuh? Then I might just as well haul my freight. I ain't needed. Good luck, big gent. You'll need luck and lots of it." "Hold on, Joe. Keep your shirt tail tucked in. I want Winters and Tex rubbed out but 1 want a clean job done. I'I1 pay your price, but it's got to be a good job." �Cal2Jid V 7' 1'1LPXQ1{, Want sine dreamy sheets, pit• taw-sl'ps, other linens? This pattern ntakee them easy to have. Easy umbroidcry, pineapple crochet! New beauty for linensl Pattern 652; transfer, two 7% x 15, one 9x 20% -in. motifs; croebet directions, Laura Wheeler's unproved pat- tern makes crochet and knitting so simple with its charts, photos and concise directions. Send TWENTY-FIVE CENTS itt coins (stamps cannot be accept- ed) for this pattern to Box 1, 123 Eighteenth St., New Toronto, Ont, Print plainly PATTERN NUM- BER, your NAME and ADDRESS, "Where'll I pick up the cash dinero?" "I got it here at the ranch, There in the safe. We'll draw up a regu- lar agreement, understand, to the effect that when Tex Jones and Webb Winters are proved dead, 1 pay you fifteen thousand dollars for services rendered and for your ranch and livestock." "Make 'er out, Abbot." Silence now, there in the house. Webb nudged Tex as they waited. Webb's temper was at a white heat now. Tex was gripping his arm. "Take 'er easy, Webb," whis- pered the tall Texan, "We'll be wantin' that paper," "Yes," Webb's whisper was tense. "We'll wait, pardner," Over at the bunkhouse somebody had lighted a lantern. Ab Abbot worked his men from before dawn until dark, The Triangle outfit was waking up. Then out of the night there came the sound of a horse ap- proaching. A rider was coming. Webb's six-shooter was in his hand. "Watch the front door, Tex. I'll slip around back. I'll come in that way. If they make a break for the front door, let 'em have it. I don't know who that is comin', but 1 smell sotnethin' wrong." Webb and Tex were not the only ones who heard the sound of shod hoofs. Inside the house Al) Abbot's voice, cursing, came to Webb and the Texan. 'Trouble corrin', Blalce. Git fixed, 1'11 let him in, whoever he , is. You hide behind that sofa. You know what to do." Tex tightened his grip on Webb's arm. His voice hissed into Webb's car. "That ain't a Hoot -Owl rider. Better lay low till we read his brand, then we'll know who we're up against. He's ridin' straight to the house. Watch when he passes that lighted window at the bunk- house. Then we kin tell who it is," The rider, travelling at a long, swinging trot, passed across the light thrown by the unshaded bunk- house window. "It's a feller with his face band- aged," whispered Tex. "It's Hank Roberts," breathed Webb. "They'll kill him, Tex." "I reckon not. Easy, feller. Know the location of that sofa?" "It's next to the fireplace. To the right of the door as you go in." "All you got to do, then, is handle Abbot. Blake is my meat. Come on l" Even as Sheriff Hank Roberts rode up to the big log house, he saw the door shoved open. In a split second saw the lanky form of Tex, a gun in his hand, there in • Like A Fish -The new St. Francis Xavier Church in Kansas City, combines the most modern lines in church architecture with ancient symbolism. Built of limestone and concrete at a cost of about $700,000, the Catholic church resembles the form of a fish, an old liturgical symbol. the ighted doorway. He caught a brief glimpse of Webb Winters and of big Ab Abbot, inside, Then came the roar of a gun and dark- ness• Darkness, save for the flash of gusts. Hank Roberts was off his horse. his gun in his hand. He moved across the porch, toward the front door that was open. From the bunkhouse carte the sounds of men veiling confusedly. The bunkhouse light went sud- denly dark. filen were running in the darkness. Now came t!te pounding of shod hoofs. A wild high-pitched yelp, like the yapping of a coyote, sounded, sac men on horseback thundered toward the bunkhouse, Guns spat lire. The Hoot -Owl Pool cowboys had arrived. Hank Roberts felt helpless, use less, powerless to stop that war that had so quickly burst into frame. He crouched there against the log wall, gripped by indecision. No use to blunder into that house where guns were blazing. His one and only bet was to wait. From inside the Crouse that had been plunged into darkness when Tex had shot our the light, there came the sounds of a furious struggle. (Continued next week) Rare Deer In 1865 in Peking, China, Pere David, a French ,missionary, im- pelled by curiosity, climbed the wall of the heavily guarded Im- perial Park and saw a herd of strange deer• He reported his find to the outside world. No one ever learned .the original habitat of this deer or the reason why no speci- mens, evidently, had existed out- side of this park for centuries. Of the some 275 Pere David's deer living today, 254 are owned by the Duke of Bedford in England. The other twenty-one animals belong to zoological gardens in New York, Loddon, Munich and Sydney, Aus- tralia. 1'ta#azfj cbt&.ham. "Dear Anne Hirst: What do you think of a wise- cracking husband who is always making cute remarks and flirting with any pretty waitress, nurse, friend, and even neighbor? "I think it is sickening. ' "We have had many bitter quarrels about this habit of his. He calls Ire old- fashioned - and has even told me to talk more with men 1 "IIe is middle-aged, has been married twice before, and is a grandfather. His marriages ended in divorce, and he blames his ex- wives (much younger) for miscon- duct. We have been married three years. "Is this a phase he is going through before he really settles _ 5. no.ngina to 27. Private room pas sky lrl'a.-,3+� vt' RD Nee 21, Not man? .5ia'iJ ` , t1D s. Needy It. Misery 10, Hangs dawn 11. Additional 25. Rumor 19, Fragment 77. Shins 20. Kind of meat 88. Mimic 22. Side piece 29. Sumatran 2. Turkish regi- 22. 7n favor of wildcat ment Ti. Dave oblige- 40, Man's name 2. Entangles tions 41. Caution 4, Attractive 25. Tavern 42. Of a historical S. Divide 28, Performed period 8.gt 4d.Dr B, Lama 2Nhbefore agger 7. Optic an event 4G. Charge PUZZLE ACROSS 1. Light 5. The girl E, Semdrlrcuiar building part 13. Winglike IS. Dried grass 14. Fuel 15. Charge I5. 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You are * proud of him in so many other * ways that you cannot bear to * see hint make such an exhibition * of himself. * Yet what can you do about it? * Is it really worth these bitter * quarrels, They have not had any * effect, it seems. Why allow a * marriage so fine as yours to be * soiled by such scenes as you * describe? * Whether this is a phase he is * going through before he admits * he is an old man, I cannot say. * It may be -or perhaps he has * always been like this. * 1 don't doubt that one of your * greatest attractions for him is * your reserve. To flirt with a man 4' is beneath you, you consider it * cheap. If you ever paid him back * in Itis own coin, he would be * furious. Stay as you are. * Your husband craves adntira- * tion. Give him some yourself. * Flatter him judiciously, let him * know you think Ire's a grand * guy. If he gets appreciation at * home,' perhaps he won't seek it * so obviously elsewhere. * -And cttltivate a lighter touch. * Learn to smile at his antics in- * stead of giving way to anger. It * will be bard at first, but as you * practice it will grow easier. Then * you will have removed the only * obstacle to an otherwise perfect * marriage, If your husband has a roving eye, don't let it upset you, He is as he is -and no arguments can change him, Anne Hirst will show you how to take it, if your write her at Box 1, 123 Eighteenth St, New Toronto, Ontrario, ISSUE 30 - 1950 .......... H ICLES 1NGERFARM '7 rewertd.oLixt.eP.Clarlr,e After thirty years of farming you would think there was very little left to learn; very few things that load not been tried; hardly any experience peculiar to farming that had toot conte our way. But that supposition would be entirely wrong, There is always something new under the stm when it conies to farming -in fact you have to move fast these days to keep up with all the modern methods. Por years the farmers in this dis- trict, including ourselves, have done their haying the hard way -cutting, raking, coiling -pitching it on to the wagon with a pitch -fork or by means of hayloader. Drawing it into the barn, load after load; hitching horses or tractor on to the hay -fork; dumping the hay into the mow - and then salting and levelling each load. After each load out carte the men from the barn wiping sweat -begrimed brows. A hurried trip to the pump . long draughts of clear, cold water, which somehow, on a hot day, never seemed to quench the, thirst or cool the blood, Out again for another load ... and then the same thing all over again -all day, and every day as long as there is hay in the field and the weather holds good. But now, if you farm the modern way, what happens? You do as we did last week, its common with many of our neighbors. You cut your hay with a tractor and power mower -and you go on cutting un- til the whole field is down. After it has cured a bit you rake it into winrows with a side -livery rake. Your hay is now ready for the baler. You watch the skies fearfully wonderingwhich will get there first -the rain or the baling ma. chine. Sometimes you hit it lucky, sometimes you don't. Eventually the machine moves in, goes up and down the field with as much ease as the man on the flying trapeze, picking up hay, packing it together, tying it into bundles and dumping each bale when completed out on to the field. In a few hours your hay is ready for the barn and can be packed away in the mow as neat as you please. It is a •good tray to handle hay when there is a shortage of man- power and in some cases does away with the necessity of hiring an ex- tra man for a month -and incident- ally paying and feeding him -that is, supposing you can get a man when you ttactt Trim. But yet, in haying the modern way there is something lacking. Hiring a pick-up baler to help take care of things takes away much of the color and romance of farming, Look back over the years.... Re- member the fun of bringing in the hay? In those days sometimes mother used to help so that often the whole family was out in the hayfield. Mary was as proud as punch when she was allowed to drive the horses on the wagon and Johnny thought he was quite a man when he could really build a level load like dad. And then you rode • home atop the load; you took off your hat and let the cool breezes fan your hair. The hay was warm. and sweet-smelling and you buried yourself in it as you approached the barn, fearful lest the beam over the doorway catch the top of y,our head. It was hard work but yet there was something about it that more than compensated for all the work. Don't you think the rasing gener- ation among farm children are go- ing to miss a lot of fun if hay -bal- ing becomes general - and 1 haven't a doubt but what it will. It is only natural that it should be- cause having his hay baled is a way out for the over -tired and over- worked older man, For the younger man it ties in with tite modern trend of attacking any job that (tart to be done with the greatest pos- sible speed, Get it done and out of the way -and on with the next joist Farming these days is sontethittg like driving a car, The days of pleasure driving are oyer--iu most rases the purpose of a car is to get you front one place to another.So with farthing - much of the ro- mance is one. Time was When the farmer and his fancily found con- siderable pleasure in their work. Now tate main ides is to get the work done as quickly as possible in order to find pleasure elsewhere. Of course I ant generalizing. Ac- tually there is nothing to stop any- one staying home and finding pleasure on his own farm, Even as I have been writing, an unexpected. pleasure came my way. i suddenly spotted a bird which I have been trying to locate for days -I was at, tracted by his shrill bird -call. book tells me this bird is a Yellow. bellied sapsucker -about the size of a robin; red head and throat, three -cornered black patch on breast, merging to yellow -buff. Wings rusty -black and white. It is a wonderful thing to find a strange bird and be able to discover its identity. Upside down to prevent peeking. 3 3 3 9 N 3t9 N n A N 3 iy 3 :#1.; N 7 3 N 0 er 3 a H N 3 Q 3 S 3 A 3 7 7 d V d 7 V M Q 3 S. 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