The Wingham Advance-Times, 1936-06-25, Page 6INF
WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES Thursday, June 25th, 193$
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PACK SIX
SYNOPSIS . . .Silas Spelle, high- j plumb ashamed of him but I gotta
Landed, low-principled cattle baron, admit he dang near earned the right
is out to smash the local bank and ‘ to eat his fool haid off this trip.”
| Johnny was quite shameless and
unabashed”. He yawned and grinned
and rolled a smoke.
“Ain’t often I get service like this.
Gotta make the most of it, y’betcha.
An’ yuh know yuh’d feel offended if
I didn’t eat yore cookin’,” he ended,
addressing these words to Ronny. “I
could do with that kind of cookin’ the
rest of my life, I’ll tell a man.”
“Haw! Flaw.” rumbled San Juan.as
, Ronny blushed and fled. "Kinda sud
den, that kid, eh Tex?”
"He’s purty danged fresh if yuh
, ask me,” chuckled Tex. “If’n he don’t
j mind his manners I’ll work him over
! with a quirt.”
“Huh,” snorted Johnny. “Jest try
it, yuh frazzled out ole tie string.
Now to show yuh I’m a gentleman
I’m goin’ in an’ help Chang wash the
dishes.”
“Heh—heh,” sniffed Tex scornful-
force foreclosure on the small ranch
ers of the Kanab desert country so
that he can seize their range lands.
He is opposed by Ed. Starbuck, pres
ident of the Cattleman's Bank, and by
San Juan Delevan, prominent ranch
er who has been crippled by a fall
from his horse. Johnny Clehoe and
his partner, Tex Whipple, are cow
punchers employed b ySan Juan Del
evan to fight the rustlers and protect
his interests.
A week after they had gone on
their quest Tex Whipple and Johnny
Clehoe lode slowly up out of the
-gulf of the Kanab Desert, to where
the San Juan plateau loomed dim and
purple in the violet dusk. They were
gaunt, hollow-eyed and weary. Their
faces; their clothes; their horses were
gray with dust and the grime of the
desert. Their eyes were bloodshot;
their lips cracked and raw from the
Lite of alkali dust. In front of them,
slow and ponderous, moved the cattle
they had regained from the rustlers.
It had been a terrific task to nurse
•exhausted and faltering brutes across
the torrid wastes but the job was
nearly done now and the cattle were
travelling faster, having smelled the
water in the troughs on the slope
above.
Arriving at the corrals Tex and
—Johnny turned their charges over to
Fink Crosby and Pod Fortune, all
that remained of the Box D punch
ers, then unsaddled their horses, turn
ed them into the pasture and walked
with stiff, awkward strides up to the
ranchhouse.
San Juan Delevan and his daugh
ter Ronnywere on the veranda.
“We brought yore cows back, San
Juan,” said Tex wearily. “Had to
J?ump off two o’ yore former punch
ers to get 'em. But they’re all here,
every dang haid.”
*• “Good boys,” rumbled San Juan.
"By God, it’s a relief to find men
yuh can trust. Ronny, yuh go help
Chang rustle grub for Tex an’ the
kid. Set it on this table. Tex, yuh
an’ Johnny go wash up an’ then while
yuh eat yuh can give me the story.”
A good wash and plentiful food
made new men out of Tex and
Johnny. Johnny ate until he nearly
fell out of the chair and until even
Ronny was moved
it.
“Goodness, Tex,
feed this child of
impossible to fill him up.:
“Miss Ronny,” drawled Tex, “I’ll
apologize for him. Ordinarily I’d be
to remark about
don’t you ever
yours? It seems
it would at the Springs. They wa’nt
no marks of any stampede was
there?”
“None whatsoever,” answered Tex.
"The signs showed they jest cut out
that bunch an’ headed ’em north
west.”
“I knew it. Ever since I got hurt
I been figgerin’ Wade an’ his crowd
was crooked. Pink Crosby an’ Pod
Fortune are good boys but the rest
was workin’ with Wade. Yuh know
Tex, I’ll tell yuh somethin ’about how
I got hurt. I was drivin’ a thousand
haid of my prime stuff to the railroad
at Sawtelle. We had the herd, bedded
down at Skelton Springs. The night
was quiet, no wind or nothin’. I was
sound asleep when the break came
Fust thing I knew they was a lot of
bellerin’ an’ shoutin’ an’ when I got
outa my tarp I saw the cattle was on
the run. I chucked a hull on a bronc
an’ forked him an’ lit out to try
turn ’em so the’d take to millin’,
was dark as the ace of spades an’
an’
It
ev-
“Dcln’t stall for time,” the bandit snarled.
erybody was ridin’ hell-catoot. They
was men ridin’ on both sides of me.
"All of a sudden on plain level
ground my hoss turned a somersault.
O’cotirse I hit hard an’ my light went
out. When I came to it was jest
breakin’ day. My bronc was lyin’ jest
as he fell, with a broken neck. They
was a canteen tied to the saddle and
as I was dryer’n hell I drug myself
over to him to get a drink. While I
; was restin’ I got to figgerin’ it was
ly. “Gettin’ mighty, considerate of
that Chink seems to me. Wonder if
yuh think yuh’re foolin’ anybody. I
hope the little lady smacks yore face
with a dish rag.”
When Johnny had gone the levity
slipped immediately 'from Tex’s face.
He turned to San Juan.
"Sorry the kid an’ me had to sali
vate those gents with the cattle.”
“I’m not,” bit out San Juan sav
agely. "Shore they had it cornin’ the >
damned double-crossin’ coyotes. Ev- kinda“ funny that hoss should have
erything trailed out jest as I figgered fallen thataway on level ground. I
looked him over an’ jest above the
fetlock of the near front laig I found
where he’d been burned with a rope.”
"Hell!” burst out Tex. “Yuh don’t
mean to tell me one of them dang
snakes roped yore hoss an’ throwed
him apurpose?”
"Tex, that’s jest exactly what hap
pened.”
"Then the whole thing was a set
up—stampede an’ all?”
“I figger it was. An’ they run off
with eight hundred haid of my stock
—I couldn’t do nothin’. I was a dang
ed sick man. Wonder yet why I did
n’t die. Loosin” them cattle jest about
broke me. I got a mortgage I was
gonna clear up with the sale of that
herd. An’ it’s taken the last of my
ready cash to bring in that last herd
what I bought over on the Simon’s
Gulch range across the desert. I shore
am travelin’ on the ragged aidge right
now. An’ I don’t know how the hell
I’m gonna take up that mortgage. I
can’t stall off Ed Starbuck much long
er, an’ still keep my self-respect. Ed
was over to see me the other day yuh
know, that was him yuh rode in with.
Ed’s one white man, but he cain’t run
his bank on nothin’.”
At this moment there came the
clink of a shod hoof against rock.
Tex was instantly alert. "Hoss
cornin’,” he pronounced softly.
Through the dim murk a rider ap
proached, coming in along the Car-
illion trail. There was the sound of
a stumble and then a volley of curses
in a harsh, Scottish brogue.
Delevan grinned and leaned back.
“Okeh, Tex,” he chuckled. “That’s
Doc McMurdo.- Tough ole Scotch
man but pure gold underneath. Coin
in’ out to take a look at this damned
back of mine I suppose.”
The rider dismounted before the
veranda with another rumble of pro
fanity.
"Light down Doc, light down,” call
ed San Juan. “Yuh seem to be hav
in’ yore troubles.”
“ ’Tis the dommed trail, mon,” ras
ped McMurdo. “And this crazy drun
ken baste I’ve been r-r-riding. Twice
he na’threw me. How’s the back,
Delevan?”
“About the same Doc, no better—
no worse.”
“Lucky ye ar’r-e to be alive. Dele
van—I’ve bad news for ye. The
bank’s been r-r-robbed. Starbuck,
Stinson and Bur-r-ney are dead, poor
deevils.”
"What?” exploded Delevan. “The
bank robbed—Starbuck dead—an’ the
rest? I—hell—when did it happen,
Mac?”
“Thursday afternoon. The dom
thieves got clear away. The sheerif
has come and gone wi’out doing a
thing. ’Tis a wor-rthless mon he is.
An e-ex-aminer is on hand and de
clares the bank insolvent. ’Tis rumor
has it that that scheming, gr-rasping
Silas Spelle is taking over all the
bank’s paper and mortgages.”
Delevan laughed harshly, hopeless
ly. “That means I’m finished. Spelle
will foreclose on me the first damn
thing he does. He’s been wantin’ my
range for a long time. Tex, I reckon
yore job won’t last long now.”
Dr. W. A. McKibbon, B.A..
PHYSICIAN And SURGEON
DR. R. L. STEWART
PHYSICIAN
Telephone 29.
Dr. Robt. C. REDMOND
M.R.C.S. (England)
L.R.C.P. (London)
PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON
DR. W. M. CONNELL
PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON
Phone 19.
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Physician and Surgeon
Located at the office of the late
Dr. J. P. Kennedy.
Phone 150 Wingham
J. W. BUSHFIEJLD
Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Etc.
Money to Loan.
Office — Meyer Block, Wingham
Successor to Dudley Holmes.
J. H. CRAWFORD
Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Etc.
Successor to R. Vanstone.
Wingham Ontario
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REAL ESTATE SOLD
Thorough knowledge of Farm
Stock.
Phone 231, Wingham.
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EXPERT AUCTIONEER
to conduct your sale.
See
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At The Royal Service Station.
Phone 174W.
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BARRISTER and SOLICITOR
Office — Morton Block.
Telephone No. 66
J. ALVIN FOX
Licensed Drugless Practitioner
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THERAPY - RADIONIC
EQUIPMENT
Hours by Appointment.
Phone 191. Wingham
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OSTEOPATH
All Diseases Treated.
Office adjoining residence next to
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Telephone 300.
Ah investigation into the sinking of
the river boat Tashmoo, which struck
B rock off Sugar Island and sank in
Ibhe Harbor at Amherstbdrg, Ontario,
aftet 1,400 moonlight excursionists
from Detroit had been safely landed,
has been ordered. (1) the captain and
officers of the Tashmoo oh the top
t
deck of the vessel after it had settled
on the bottom, LEFT to RIGHT:
Second Officer Shearer, Assistant En
gineer Weihmillcr, Chief Engineer
l
PrartkHessong, Captain McAlpine,.
Moil and First Officer Webster. (2)
A group of passengers on the dock,
(3) a view of the sunken Tashmoo.
Tex was thoughtful for a moment.
"How much is that mortgage worth?”
“Ten thousand dollars. O’course I
could cover it if I wanted to sell off
all my stock. But without stock, what
good would my range do me?”
"That’s right,” nodded Tex. “San
Juan, would you consider goin’ in
pardners?”
“Who with?”
"Me—me an* the kid.”
“Tex—I’d jump at the chance. It’d
be the best thing whatever happened
to me. Bein’ tied to this damn chair
the way I am I cain’t get around an’
take care of my spread like I should.
With you an’ the kid in with me we
could make things hum—but, wait a
minute. We’re fergettin’ Spelle an’
that damn mortgage.”
“Not a leetle bit, we ain’t,” snapped
Tex. “I been lookin’ for.a chance like
this. Johnny’s old enough now to
start settlin’ down an’ gettin’ his spurs
hooked into somethin’ permanent. I
got a pretty stake saved up fer the
kid an’ I know where I can get more.
Together it’ll be plenty to squelch
Mister Silas Spelle. An’ we’ll make
the kid foreman, San Juan. He needs
some responsibility now, somethin’ to
make him forget his kid stuff an’ turn
man. Yuh got a sweet range here—
the kind I been lookin’ for fer a long
time. It is a go?"
“Tex—it shore is.* Yore talk puts
some strength in this damned, worth
less ole carcass of mine. Shake!”
Daylight the following morning
found Tex far out on the Kanab Des
ert, pounding along at a steady lope.
He had three horses and was chang
ing from one to the other every two
hours. In this way he did not have
to halt to rest them. All through the
scorching day lie rode steadily. At
evening he halted for half an hour at
a brackish, green scummed water
hole. While the horses were drink
ing and resting Tex wolfed down a
’couple
a long
smoke,
The
of powdery sandwiches, took
drink at his canteen, rolled a
then resumed his steady ride,
pale moon rose, arched and
descended. The black heart of the
dawn took form, hovered—lightened
—and was gone. The sun came up.
And with its rising Tex rode up to
the shipping town of Sawtelle. It was
rails end of a spur the S. W. & I’, had
thrown up along the western edge of
the Kanab Desert to tap the cattle
ranges of the district and a few min
ing operations subject to sporadic out
bursts of activity,
Tex went direct to the railroad sta
tion. He was
window by a
agent.
"When’s the
manded Tex.
"Nine fifteen. Ticket? Where to?”
"Sevier.”
The agent selected a strip of paste
board, pounded dates on it and slipped
it through the wicket. "Twelve dol
lars and forty-two cents.” ■
Tex folded up the ticket and stowed
it away and tossed a golden double
eagle on the counter.
greeted at the ticket
yawning, heavy-eyed
next train out?” de-
“Keep the change a minute,” he
adjured. “Can I send some telegrams
from here?”
“Sure. Here’s the pad. Write ’em
out.”
(Continued Next Week)
Father Of Nine Suicides
George Strooder, about 40 years of
age, a well-known farmer of Green
ock township, five miles west of
Walkerton-Kirtcardine highway, took
his life by hanging himself in the
barn on his farm. S,trooder is the
father of nine children, the eldest be
ing about 14 years of age. Illness of
his wife and financial worries are said
to have preyed on his mind to cause:
him to commit the act.
Committed For Trial
Gordon G. MacLaren and Robert
S. Fletcher, Toronto brokers, were'
committed for trial, after a prelim
inary hearing before Magistrate J. A.
Makins, on charges of forging and.
uttering a power of attorney against
Alexander Campbell, retired Seaforth
farmer, and obtaining Dominion of
Canada bonds, to the value of $10,000.
Bail was arranged at $5,000.
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