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Dick Acklin, big boss of the Double
A ranch, calls on Jose Arascada,
most powerful of the Basque
gentre in Paradise Valley. Jose
is owner of the Rancho Buena
Vista and is father of Mercedes,
Esteban and little blind Basilio.
Buck Bodine, new owner of the
■old Webster place, is visiting Es
teban. He meets Acklin and lat
er they plan to rob the Basque of
their water supply. Acklin rides
to Bodine’s ranch for instructions.
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Acklin nodded in assent.
‘‘Well, when the night comes I
want you to have your men ride the
line. Don’t let any one through.
Keep your boys there for a few days
Pass the word that some one’s run-
nin’ an iron on your stuff. That’ll
be excuse enough. We’ll be safe
then,”
Acklin had not even reached home
before Bodine had started Shorty
inn his way to Malheur Lakes, to l^ihd Gloomy and his other men. And
once Acklin had reached the Bull’s
Head, he immediately sent for Mor
row, his foreman.
“Cash,” he said, “we’ve been thick
headed. xt’is fellow Bodine has
put his fingc on the thing we
should have seeu first shot.”
He repeated then conversation to
him.
“Well, I’m templed u risk it,
Cash. Suppose, we string ar. ng for
a while. Let him and his me do
the actual work. You just di",n
.around about the time they are
there—you know, casual-like—if
you ever have to swear to it. In
•the mean-time send some of the
boys down to the Benoist water-hole.
We are having enough trouble with
the calves. Don’t tell them any
thing else is in the wind. Give them
the word not to let any one through.
Make < Skip the straw-boss down
there. I rather fancy him. We
•nan go that far without a hitch. If
Bodine turns the water, you run a
.drift ^enee along our line across the
valley? Straight east "and west with
those dead trees is near enough.
We’ve got the wire and posts. Most
.of the 'boys will be back from the
north tomorrow. You can get that
fence up in a hurry if you have to.’’
CHAPTER IV.
Blaze Kildare Arrives
Ten days later a stranger crossed
:the desert from Golconda. He head-
. ed due north for the Beniot water
hole. He knew he was entering
Paradise Valley by forbidden ways.
'The hint that he take the south
road had reached him a day back.
The stranger sent His horse ahead
at a hard gallop. He found that
the spring had made a small pool
an the willows. He swung to the
•ground and loosened his cinches,
but almost instantly the animal lift
ed his dripping muzzle and turned
an inquiring eye behind him; The
stranger followed suit. In the sha
dow of the trees two men sat.
The older of the two, a black-vis-
aged fellow spoke: '’Howdy, stran-
-ger!”
It was Skip Lavelle, Adilin's
straw-boss.
“Howdy!” Kildare responded in
sthe same flat, tell-nothing tone in
which he had been accosted. His
keen eyes took in the rifles reposing
■so conveniently in their laps, the
.game of monte.
soiled cards, and the interrupted
The man who had addressed him
•got to his feet.
“What’s your name, stranger.”
“Kildare; Blaze Kildare.”
“Yuh ain’h aimin’ to linged
^around here, be yuh?”
Blaze eyed 'him thoughtfully as he
drawled his reply: “Why, that all
•depends, don’t it?”
He turned and started to lift the
saddle off his horse.
“No use takin’ that down, mister;
nary nit!”
For answer, Kildare pulled it to
the ground.
“Now listen to me, muchacho,” he
purred. “I’m going to breathe my
horse, and we’ve going to drink our
bellies full of water before we light
-out of here. Whati’s all the big ex
cite, anyways. ’ I. got a permit to
cross this country.”
“Let’s see it,” Skip and the oilier
■ Chet Devine, demanded;
“Now what did I do with that per
mit?”
He took off his hat, and peered
Into it,
“Oh, yes!” He laughed. “Hero
it is!”
And in his hand Kildare held a
derringer that had been strapped to
his sombrero.
“Stick ’em up!” he said in velvety
tones.
“Well, I’ll he damned!” Skip be-
• san.
He stopped short, and instinctive
ly Blaze sensed that some one was
hack of him; but he dared not turn
around. Before Skip could recover
his tongue, a voice droned in sweet
and dreadful tones in Kildare’s ear:
“That’s good! That awfully good!
It’s your turn to elevate, stranger!”
Blaze felt a gun-barrel boring in
to his neck. He obliged with alac
rity. With nimble fingers his guns
were taken from him.
This detail attended to, the man
at his back continued not unpleas
antly: “Take your hands down, and
shake. I’m Cash Morrow, the fore
man of the outfit these innocent
little lambs belong to; but I can ap
preciate art when I see it. Shake!”
The bronzed, lean, sinewy Cash,
for all his years, was a fit mate for
the big man before him. Kildare
grinned at him as Cash handed back
his guns.
A freckled face topped by a shock
of red hail* appeared above a green
mahogany bush. The red-haired
one sized up Blaze.
“Say, pardner,” he asked, “who
are you ridin’ for?”
“Why,” and although Kildare an
swered the man with flaming hair,
his eyes followed Cash. “I’m rid
ing for the Double A, if the fore
man gets the right dope. We, nod
ding toward his horse, “been getting
our eats from the Lonely O up in
Monty. Old Ted reckoned I’d wind
up here.”
“Take him on, Cash,” the owner
of the freckles urged, coming out of
the shelter of the bushes. Cash cut
in. “It’ll be forty and cakes until
the fall round-up is over, Kildare,
/re you on?”
rMaze grinned.
“You've hired a man, mister.”
“Skip .’ill tell you what to do,”
Cash went on. “You better drift
into the valley tonight, Skip. String
out along the old Webster wash.
Don’t let anyone through. Here,
Kildare, you take my rifle.”
He mounted his horse and rode
off.
“Here’s where he boscos get it,”
Melody said gloomily as he made
coffee for Blaze. Skip and Chet
were asleep. “All this talk of Ios
in’ stock is bunk. We’re just get-
tin’ rgady for another grab. I got
eyes and sense.”
“Land?” Blaze queried.
“No. We got all the land in the
world. It’s water this time.”
As Blaze ate, Melody explained
himself, and his surmise was more
correct than he knew: There was
n't a thing in the wind until this fel
low buys in the old Webster place.”
“The big boss and he/s been get-
tin’ thick. We’re going to have
trouble. If you’re done let’s ride
up and have a look at the valley.”
They sat in their saddles and
smoked as the red-haired man talk
ed.
“There’s a big place there in the
bend, just before Rebel Creek gets
to the river,” Blaze drawled.
“Tat's the Rancho Bueno Vista
Wait till you see tlib girl that lives
there—Old Ironside’s daughter. She
is the reason they named this place
•Paradise. Her daddy is the king
pin of the Basques. He’s got a son,
too. Always pullin’ on the bit, that
boy. Too much fire in. him! Then
there’s a blind kid—Basilio. No
mother, either. Pretty tough that,
eli? I knew the old lady. Wasn’t
any basque. Guess that’s how the
Senorita gets her spunk. But wait
till you see this Mercedes girl. Man,
when I look at her I don’t miss su
gar. She’s sweet.... Gwaan, old
old fool,” he growled to his horse.
“Let’s go back.?
“You go on, Mfelody. I’m going
down to the river and let my horse
roll around in the water. He needs
it if I’m going to use him tonight.”
CHAPTER V
A Chance Meeting
The first cool hint of evening
reached Kildare as he picked his
way along- the Little Washoe. The
water gurgled at his feet. He press
ed his knees into his horses sides
and was about to ford the stream
when the animal threw back its
ears.. It was an unmistabably sign.
Someone was coming!' Kildare
reached for his gun. As he did so,
ho heard a ’child crying. He wheel
ed his horse and sent him along the
soft bank about fifty yards to where
the river turned.
A burro stood knee-deep in the
middle of the river. Marooned on
it’s back was a frightened child,
madly clutching a fishing-pole in
one hand, while in the other he held
a string of small bass. Struggling
in the water at the burro’s head was
a girl; the most beautiful girl Blaze
I'.id ever seen.
Neither the girl nor the boy had
.seen Blaze. Suddenly the girl slipp
ed, as she fugged at the rein, and
,rt:t down unceremoniously in the
Z&he Sunday School Wesson
5y CHARLES G. TRUMBULL, Litt. ».
(Editor of the Sunday School Times)
REVIEW: PAUL THE WORLD
CHRISTIAN
December 30, 1928
Golden Text
For me to live is Christ. /Phil. 1.
21.)
In reviewing the quarter’s lessons
in addition to the topic suggested as
the title of the review the Lesson
Committee suggests addition topics,
for different grades, as follows: “The
Secret of Paul’s Gr'6<itiiosSjand
“The Life and Achievements of
Paul." Let us look for light on all
three topics as we run through the
lessons.
The Golden Text shows why Paul
was necessarily a ‘world Christian.’
Christ was his life. Christ is inter
ested in the whole world, loves the
whole world, died to save the world.
How can any one whose life is Christ
be anything but a world Christian?
Every normal Christian must be in
terested. in all those whom Christ
died to save. “Go ye into all the
world, and preach the gospel to.
every living creature.” (Mark 16:-
15) was His last commission. Paul
took the Lord at His word and obey
ed. Any Christian who is not a
world Christian is a disobedient
Christian.
Let us remember, also, that the
Golden Text describes not only Paul
but every real Christian; every one
who is born again by faith in Christ.
The only true life that any one can
have is Christ. “He that hath the
Son hath life; and he that hath not
the Son of God hath not life.” (1
John 5:12.) So the secret of Paul’s
greatness', was Christ, and only
Christ. The secret of his life and
achievements was Christ.
1. Paul in Ephesus. (Acts 19:
1-41; Ephesiaus 4:1-16.) Paul’s
preaching turned people away from
false gods and injured an anti-Chist-
ian business. D our lives and our
words turn people away .from the
wrong and to the right?
2. Spiritual Gifts. (1 Corinth
ians 12 to 14.)—Paul always put
first things first, and above even
miracles and other great gifts he
put love. For God is greater than
any of His gifts, and God is love.
No matter what our talents may be,
do people think more of our love
than anything else we have? Love
was a secret of. Paul’s greatness.
3. Christian Stewardship. ( 2
Corinthians 8:1 to 9:15.) Paul did
not let people think of giving as a
duty, but as a privilege. He show
ed that liberal giving does not de
pend on what we have, but on the
spirit in which we give. He was
one of the greatest givers that ever
lived.
4. Paul’s Last Journey to Jeru
salem. (Acts 20:1 to 21:17; 2 Cor
inthians 11:2S). In utter disre
gard of his own safety Paul pressed
on to the city that was, for him,
the most dangerous place in the
world. He was great because he
was absolutely self-forgetful.
5. World’s Temperance Sunday.
(Romans 13:1-14). Temperance
means self-control. This was an
other secret of Paul’s greatness. The
normal Christian life is self-con
trolled by Christ’s control of self.
Drunkenness and other* sins are im
possible while Christ controls the
life.
6. Peace and Good-Will Among
Men. (Romans 12:1-21.) Here is
water. Blaze laughed outright at
that, and then, unmindful of his
clothes, jumped in and picked her
up.
He then waded out to get the boy.
As he reached up his hands to lift
him, he spoke.
“Here we are, Basilio,” he said.
“Don’t drop those fish now.”
“Senor,” the girl asked, “how do
you know the baby’s name?”
Blaze hung his head sheepishly.
“Why, missy,” he stammered, “I
just guessed it. But I reckoned I
knew who you were as soon, as I
saw you. I allowed ho was' your
brother, too.”
“How do you know mo, then, Se-
nor?” she pursued.
“Well, you' s*ee....a....er.... a man
once told me, that....” Blaze knew
his feet were stepping on each other
in embarrassment....’’some day I’d
meet a Basque girl here, with beau
tiful black hair....and black eyes....
and pearly teeth....“Yes, and when
you do,” he said, “you’ll know why
they call this place Paradise.”
Blaze regarded his twitching feet.
The girl’s long lashes dropped
over her eyes.
“Virgin santa,” she murmured
softly. “But you say very nice
things, Senor....?”
“Blaze.”
“Senor Blaze,” she said.
(To be Continued)
The Family Herald and Weekly
Star have just announced a special
offer of a three years’ subscription
for $2.00. Splendid value at the
former price, this radical reduction
should now place the Family Herald
on every library table in Cana a.
God’s call to present our bodies a
living sacrifice to him. Paul had
made this act a secret of his life
and achievements. Every life given
wholly to God is bound to be a suc
cess, for God cannot fail. And every
such life will bring peace and good
will to its fellows.
7. Paul’s, Experiences in Jerusa
lem. (Acts 21:17 to 23:35.) He
defended himself by telling, in great
detail, the story of his conversion.
Paul was saved, and he knew he
was saved, and he knew when he
was saved. His definite knowledge
of his salvation was a secret of
Paul’s greatness. We should be as
pure of our own as Paul was of his.
S. The Prayers of Paul. (Acts
20:36-38; Romans 1:8-19; Ephe
sians 1:15-23, 3:14-21; I Thessolo-
nians 1:2-5.) Because Christ was
Paul’s life, Paul’s was a life of pray
er. Christ “ever liveth to make in
tercession.’/' (Heb. 7:25.) And Paul
knew what it meant to “pray with
out ceasing.’’ (1 Thess. 5:17.*) His
prayer life was a secret of his great
ness, and his greatest achievements
were by prayer,
9. Paul Before His Judges. (A.
24:1 to 26:32.) Because PauTs
real Judge was His Savior and Lord,
he had nothing to fear when he fac
ed earthly judges. His experiences
before Governors and King strik
ingly fulfilled the Lord’s promise to
His disciples when He said they
would be "brought before kings and
rulers for My name’s sake.” He
told them not to try to think before
hand what they should say, “For
I will give you a mouth and wisdom,
which all your adversaries shall not
be able to gainsay nor resist.”
(Luke 21:12-14.)
10. Paul Goes to Rome. • (Acts
27-1 to 28-31; Romans 1:8-15;
Phillipians 1:12-14.) The most
deeply spiritual man on board that
storm-wracked and doomed ship,
lost in the Mediterranean, was also
the most thoroughly practical man.
If his advice early in the voyage had
been taken, the wreck might have
been avoided. His later advice, re
layed by him from Heaven, saved
every life on board when the ship
went down. The Holy Spirit is al
ways practical, and He was a secret
of Paul’s greatness and achieve
ment.
11. Paul and His Friends. (Acts
20:3 6133; Romans 16:1-4; Phillip
ians 2:25-30; Philemon.) Few, if
any other men in Paul’s generation,
had such friends. When the Friend
of sinners is a man’s literal life, that
man will make many friends. And
he himself will be a friend to others
at all times. Friendship was a se
cret of Paul’s greatness.
12. Paul’s Last Message. (2 Tim
othy 4:1-18.) Paul believed in the
Second Coming of Christ. He
brought it prominently and repeat
edly into his inspired Epistles
He named it as the great motive in
the Christian life, in the last chapter
of the last letter he wrote. But he
knew he was not to live until the
Lord’s return, for* he told young
Timothy, “the time of my departure
is a hand.” Three final secrets of
Paul’s greatness and achievements
are given in this chapter: fighting
the Christian warfare; holding to
his commissioned course until it was
carried through; keeping the faith
to the end. Is there any reason why
these three secrets of Paul’s success
should not characterize our own
lives? <
TRAINING A DOG
I have trained dogs for many
years and have found that to make
a dog useful on the farm it is best
to start training him when he is six
weeks to three months old. A
young animal has no bad habits to
be broken.
I start by putting a cord around
the dog’s neck and telling him to go
get the cattle. I lead him toward
the animals he is to bring. For the
first few times I go all the way with
him and lead him, if necessary, al
ways saying the same thing to him
and telling him often what to do.
Later I send him ahead of me,
still telling him over and over what
to do and always telling him in the
same words. I keep sending him
farther and farther ahead until he
will go by himself all the way.
I never’ let a dog get started to
runningjand barking after cattle. It
is just as easy to teach him to drive
them slowly.
I have a small dog which I have
trained. I took her in the barn with
me when I went to milk, and made
her lie at the door where I entered
the barn. When I had finished
milking, I turned the cows out at the
other end of the barn. When the
last cow was turned out I took the
dog and followed them, and put
them in a lot for the night. In a
few days my dog would go alone
and drive the last cow into the lot.«
I now have her trained so she helps'
put them into the barn. It never
pays to scold or abuse them.
It is well that the fo»d ni» his
money are soon parted, 1 a fool
with money is th ' ’ * Ir.’U of
foot
Zurich
Mr. and Idrs. E» Oesch motored to
London on Monday,
Rev. C. Schrag has been conduct
ing services tat Pigeon, Mbh., for
the past week.
Mr. and Mrs. Ezra Brenner, of
Grand Bend called on friends in the
Village last week.
Much sympathy is exp.-.flsed to
Mr, and Edward Erb of th* Bronson
Line in the loss through 'h rth of
their year-old son.
Mrs. Cowen and daughter <d Fer
gus, were last week-end vigors at
the home of the former’s son, Dr.
and Mrs. H. Ii. Cowen.
Miss Edith Gr.eb, who has been for
some time at Statford, has returned
to her home on the Babylon Line,
for the holiday season.
Miss Donella Ruby, who m.-* been
at Kitchener the past season engag
ed as milliner, has returned to her
home here for the holiday season.
Mr. Chas. Hartman, of ire Bron
son Line, Hay, has disposed of his
farm to his father, Mr. Jehu Hart
man, of Seaforth. Mr. Ch-'Hart
man had an auction sale- of his
farm stock and implements on Fri
day of last week.
Mr. Milton Hey, and lady friend,
of Dertoit were week-en'. visitors
at the home of the former's parents
Mr. and Mrs. J. Hey, Jr. Mi. Mil
ton Hey is another of our Zurich
boys in the busy city of Detroit who
is making good progress.He has
just recently treated him-5^ If vj a
new Victory Six Dodge au
Dr, A. J. McKinnon m a to
London on Monday night, :he uson
being, to take the eigh t-yer r-old
daughter of Mr. and Mrs.Alex Au-
bin, of the Blue Water’ Highw ay to
that city to be operated o n to r ap-
pendicitis in the hospital.An C' we
are pleased to report that the little
girl is getting along as well as can
be expeced.
Mr. Lloyd O’Brien and family
have moved then* effects into the
house owned by Mr. Cha-s. Weber
and recently vacated by Mr. Lennis
O’Brien.
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Here and There
t (208) fe
Apple shipments over the Domin
ion Atlantic Railway in Nova Scotia
up to and including December 6th
totalled 2,166 carloads—an increase
of 372 cars over the same period of
last year.
A motor road that will shorten
the present Banff-Calgary highway
and -take in some of the/ finest
scenery in the Rockies is now in
course of construction and should
be in operation next year.
The Port of Montreal has again
scored a new record with grain
deliveries at 210,500,000 bushels for
■the season of navigation. Last
year’s deliveries ran to 195,247,914
bushels and -those of 1926 to 134,-
591,240 bushels.
Many visitors from western
cities in Canada and the United
States are expected at the Banff
Winter Carnival this season, said
W. A. Brewster, president of the
winter sports organization at
Banff, judging from the number of
inquiries that have been received.
Skiing, skating, and other kindred
winter sports will be in full swing,
he said, and it now appears there
will be many competitors from
outside points in the various
events.
The present season of naviga
tion is characterized as "a phe
nomenal year as far as general
cargo is concerned” by the chief of
the wharfage department of the
Harbor Commission of Montreal,
commenting on business outside of
grain. "We shall show a revenue
increase that will be astounding
when the annual report comes to
be made up,” he' said.
Although the Canada Coloniza
tion Association only started to
operate in Ontario last February,
it has already placed 1;39 families
on 5,671 acres of Ontario farm
lands, according to a statement
made recently in Toronto by W. C.
Kent, Hamilton, provincial repre
sentative of the association. It
was his opinion that British set
tlers found it easier to start in
Ontario than elsewhere.
Some 200 of the thousand head of
buffalo in Elk Island Park, east of
Edmonton, have been slaughtered
during December in order to keep
the size of the herd within the car
rying capacity of the park pasture.
It is expected that most of the meat
thus secured will be shipped north
in the form of pemmican to provide
food for Eskimo inhabitants of the
Northwest Territories as a result
of the growing demand from this
source following the trial ship
ments made last year.
Supplies for the 150 inhabitants
of the lonely little island of Tris
tian da Cunha in the southern At
lantic not far from St. Helena are
being collected by Montreal chap
ters of the I.O-D.E. and will be
delivered in February by the Cana
dian Pacific Liner "Duchess of
Atho.ll”. This great liner, making
a cruise of South America and
Africa., is oho of the few vessels to
call at this isolated point. The
visit is one of the unique features
Of the cruise for the passengers
and the event of the year for the
inhabitants Of the island.
OLD SAYINGS f
The following is ft. rather remaW*
able way of putting into versa #
collection of old sayings. It 1$
clipped from an exchange, hut ntw
fortunately the name of the writesj
was not given:
As poor as a ’church mouse,
As thin as a rail,
As fat as a porpoise,
As rough as a gale,
As brave as a lion,
As spry as a rat,
As bright as a sixpence,
As weak as a cat.
£As proud as a peacock, •r
As sly as a fox, *
As mad as a March hare.
As strong as an. ox,
As fair as a ply,
As empty as air,
As rich as was Croesus,
As cross as a bear, *
As pure as an angel,
As neat as a pin,
As smart as a steel trap.
As ugly as sin,
As dead as a door-nail,
As white as a sheet,
As flat as a pancake.
As red as a beet.
As round as an apple,
As black as your hat,
As brown as a berry,
As blind as a bat,
As mean as a miser,
As full as a tick,
As plump as a partridge.
As sharp as a stick.
As clean as a penny,
As dark as a pall,
As hard as a milestone,
As bitter as gall,
As fine as a fiddle,
As ejear as a bell,
As dry as a herring,
As deep as u well.
As light as a feather,
As tough as a rock,
As stiff as a poker,
As calm as a clock,
As green as .a gosling,
As brisk as a bee,
And now let me stop,
Lest you weary of me.
WHERE CANADA LEADS
Civil flying operation are rapidly
increasing in Canada year by year,
and one of the fields in which the
most marked advance has been made
is that of aerial surveying. The
prelinimary report for 1928 of the
aerial photographic work for survey
purposes done by the Topographical
Survey, Department of the Interior,
in co-operation with the Royal Can
adian Air Force, shows in round
figures a total of 53,000 square
miles of territory covered. Of this,
22,000 square miles was by vertical
photo.gra.phy and 31,000 by oblique.
Of the 31,000 square miles covered
in 1928 by oblique photographs.
9,500 were in the vicinity of Kenora.
Ontario; 14,600 in the valley of the
Churchill River in Saskatchewan,
and Manitoba, and 4,400 in Alberta,
north of Lake Athabaska.
A Florida newspaper editor re
cently hit upon 'an unnique way of
boosting his circulation. He offer
ed a free subscription to the pers *n.
giving the correct answer to the
question “Why is a newspaper like
a woman?” Many interesting an
swers were received among them be
ing:
Because you can believe anything:
they say; they are thinner now than
they used to be; they have bold-fare
types; they are easy to read; th-.w
are well worth looking over; back
numbers are not in demand; they are
not afraid to speak their mind; th-y~
have a great deal of influence; if
they know anything they usually
tell it; they always have the
word; and they carry news wher-r-
ever they go.
Apparently no one won the price
for the editor announces that t-?o
real reason a newspaper is like''tv-
woman is “because every men
should have one of his own and not
run after his neighbors.”
. The “Flu"
LEFT HER WITH
A Wretched Cough
Mrs. E. A. Brooks, 1164 Robson SU
Vancouver, B. C., writes: —
winter I had the “flu,” twice, and the
last time it left me with a wigtehed
cough, that seemed to stay right wWt
me until I used
Dr. Wood's
Norway
Pine
Syrup
“Tho first bottle I used seemed to
relievo it so much I purchased the _
second one, and, now, I find my cough.”
has completely left me.
“I shall certainly never be without
a bottle of ’Dr, ‘Wood’s’ Pine Syrup*
in the house. ’'
Prico 35c. a bottle; largo family size-
60c. at all druggists and dealers.
Put uh only by The T. Milbum
Ltd., TOhmto, Ont. *