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The Wingham Advance-Times, 1938-10-13, Page 6’’PAGE six THE WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES Thursday, October 13, 1938 <72 „ rrnn the rjtuu at SINGLE SHOT By Luke Short—I SYNOPSIS With his partner, Rosy Rand, Dave Twmer is on his way to his ranch at Single Shot. Both are returning from prison where they have served sen tences for unjust convictions. On the. train, which is carrying a large sum of money, Rosy’s quick action and straight shooting foils a hold-up while Dave saves the life of Martin Quinn, a gambler, who is being threatened fry a desperado, Stopping at Single Shot, the sheriff tells Dave he is not wanted, ■ Quinn defends Dave but Dave and Rand go to Soledad to meet Mary, Dave’s sister, and proceed on horseback to the ranch. Mary reveals she is married and tells Dave that the ranch is doing poorly, being beset fry nesters and^1 involved in a claim dispute. Suddenly a shot from the darkness topples Dave from his horse. Rosy fires and kills the unknown as sailant and they rush to the ranch to treat Dave’s severe scalp wound. Next morning, at breakfast, Dave and Rosy discover that Mary is now cooking ■for the ranch hands—a bad sign. Af ter discussing financial matters with Mary, Dave and Rosy saddle horses and leave for Single Shot to deliver a corpse to the sheriff and see the town banker. Identity of corpse re veals him to be ex-employee of Ham mond’s. Dave, Rosy and the sheriff immediately confront Hammond with facts. Fight between Hammond and Dave prevented by sheriff. Dave plans to raise aifalfa on his land and use money to pay off mortgage. Someone blew up the lake; Hammond thought it was Dave, and Dave accuses Ham mond. A chance meeting of the two gives them an opportunity to clear away this false impression. The hunt now turns to Crowell, the mysterious man of means and ambitions. Rosy rushes to Winter’s home to tell Mary of his suspicions about her husband and asks her help to prove his find ings. Laredo evolves a scheme to ar rest Crowell as a murder suspect in order to hold him for questioning. By a clever ruse, Dave escapes his cap- tors and. then frees Dorsey who was held prisoner for ransom. again on Rosy and the sheriff, who did not dare move, “A good job, wasn't it?” Crowell asked, Mary moaned a l.lttle in the corner. Suddenly, Crowell laughed a high, frenzied laugh of a maniac, turned the gun to his chest and pulled the trigger, The impact of his own shot bumped him against the wall and he sagged to the floor. “Prob'ly the first good thing he ever done,” Laredo said softly. Rosy fell in beside Mary as they left the 'doctor’s. Laredo and Quinn were ahead of them. The rest had stayed behind a moment, “Let’s walk slow,” Mary said. “I reckon I feel that way too,” Rosy answered. “It come a little too fast,” Tire silence was long. “Rosy, do you mind telling me things?" |Mary asked presently. at him. “Maybe you wouldn’t under stand me if I tQld you.” “I’d try?’ I “Well, it’s hard to put in Words- I can’t remember , very many men, Dave was taken away when we were both young. He was a good brother, but he didn't have much use for girls. Dad was—well, headstrong. Dave’s arrest made him bitter and unjust, Dad was harsh, terribly harsh, even on people he loved, Sometimes he could be unjust too. Then after I marrried 1 Ted, it seemed- as if the same traits were in him, Harshness, even cruelty, Besides Ted and dad, I haven’t been around men much — except the two hands that were working for us.” “And they weren’t any different, Maybe worse," Rosy said. “That's it. And when you and Dave came home, I saw you were different from the others I’d known. Slowly his gun swiveled to Pearson . ■ FINAL INSTALLMENT Crowell laughed again, that soft, insane laugh that struck chills to Rosy’s spine. Crowell turned to Pearson, who had not moved in the last minute. The banker’s face was gray with fear. “Let’s get out, Crowell,” Pearson said. “You squealing swine,” Crowell said tonelessly, a kind of secret mad delight in his voice. , “I would have died for you and you turn me in.” Slowly his gun swiveled to Pearson, but his eyes were on Rosy and the sheriff. Pearson backed away against the wall, uttering small, unearthly cries of terror. Crowell slid his eyes to the gun and shot twice at Pear son. The banker’s scream was cut short and he folded up like a tired child. Crowell's gun was trained “Anything you want to know,” Rosy said gently. “Did. you know that Ted was mix ed up in this when you came to the house this morning?” "I was pretty sure.” “And you didn’t tell me. Why?” “I—I couldn’t,” Rosy said huskily. “He was your husband.” “What would you have done if this -—if Ted had- been along with Pear son and Crowell tonight?” . “I wouldn’t have been there,” he answered promptly. He amended this. “Yes, I would too. But I sure wouldn’t have liked it.” “Why? Was Ted any more deserv ing of sympathy than the others?" “Less,” Rosy answered briefly. Mary thought this over and asked why. “Pearson was a lone wolf,” Rosy explained. “Out for money and he didn’t care how he got it. Crowell was a gambler. He’d risk his neck for a stake. Winters? Well, he had more to lose than the rest. He car ried more with him when he fell.” He turned to Mary. “Why a?e you askin’ me this?” “I don’t know,” Mary answered soberly. “It’s just—•” She looked up So when you were kind enough to hide all this from me, it was hard to believe. It was something new.” They rounded the corner and cut across the street to the hotel. Rosy’s face was grim, his jaw set. Mary looked at him shyly; he did not look at her. As they entered the lobby, Mary stopped. “I’m sorry if I’ve offended you," she said humbly. Rosy smiled a little crookedly. “Bless your heart, you didn’t,” he said gently. “I don’t understand,” Mary said. “You looked so cross.” i . Rosy fumbled with his hat, not taking his eyes from hers. “Then some day, I’m goin’—I’m goin’ to ask you somethin’ and if you answer it the way I hope you will—’’ He bog ged down, then Began again valiant ly: “When this is all over and you know your own mind, I’m' goin’ to—I hope—•” * “I think I know what it is, Rosy,” Mary answered simply. She placed a hand on his arm. “I think I know what I’ll answer," - Rosy waited for her to go on. She only smiled and squeezed his arm a little. “And I think it will be what . YOUNG CANADIAN PEER TO UPHOLD FAMILY TRADIT IONS Since he inherited the tide follow ing his father’s recent death in Mon* treal, 16-year-bld Lord William Shau* ghmessy considers it a sacred trust to Uphold the traditions of his grand father who became a baron for his work in pioneering the Canadian Pa cific railway. Of his father, he said in an interview: “He was my best friehd—the best friend that any fel low could ever have.” Together they travelled everywhere. The Pekingese dog, Ming, belonged to his mother and his father cared for »t after his mother’s death. He believes in titles, His own has “helped mo to live a better life?' He loves Canada and Lord Shaughnessy expressed doubt fie will ever go to England long en ough to occupy his seat in the House of Loads. you hope it is." She turned and walked across the lobby and up the stairs, her back straight, erect. Dave was the last to leave the doc tor’s, “I’m going to sleep the clock around," he muttered as he descend ed the steps, “Dave," It came from the second door and he stopped, It was Dorsey] She came close to him. “I couldn’t let you go without tell ing you that I’m sorry I said what I did this afternoon," $he said, her voice low and sincere, “That’s all right," Dave said. “No, it isn’t,” Dorsey cried. “It was all wrong! 'I,was wrong! I nev er understood how right you ,were until I heard and saw all this to night." “It was pretty bloody." “But if a man doesn’t fight for what he has and loves, people will take them away from him." “I reckon that’s right.” “And I was angry when you took to your guns to stop it," Dorsey said humbly. “You were half right at that,” Dave said. “I took to my guns once too often—a long time ago. I lost en ough that time to make me think twice about goin’ for them again,” He looked down at her and spoke kindly. “That’s what you were tryin’ to remind me of, wasn’t it?" “No." Dorsey said siniply. “I’ve never thought you lost anything in jail, Dave. I didn’t know you before, but you couldn't have been any" — she hesitated, seeking a word, and feeling a slow flush come over her face. “Any what?" Dave said. “—any finer, more honest, brave,” she finished. She felt Dave’s hands grip her arms, saw his dark face with its dark er eyes looking down on her. “It's worth eight years in the pen 'to hear you say that,” he said husk ily. “It—it makes a difference.” ‘.'What difference?” “I can hold my head up now." Dave said softly. “I can go on think in’ there’s somethin’ to life besides fightin’, earin’ and sleepin’." "Just because I said that,” Dave. “You make it sound small,” Dave said. “It isn’t.” He looked down at her fondly. “It’s like—well, like food for the way I’ve been. I guess I’ve been sick,” “Then you’ll grow fat and sleek, Dave,” Dorsey said with a little laugh. Dave frowned. “I reckon I don’t know what you mean.” “That was honest, anyway,” Dor sey said. “It was like you.” “But I still don’t see,” Dave said humbly. * “If my saying I trusted you, be lieved in you, is food for you,.Dave, then you will grow fat. There. Isn’t that plain?” Dave paused, suppressing a grin. “I reckon not.” But Dorsey didn't see th‘e grin. “I can’t make it plainer without mak ing it too plain,” she said softly. Dave did not answer and Dorsey sighed. She would he honest, “I’ll be blunt, Dave. It’s simply this: I love you.” , , With a low laugh, Dave caught her in his arms and kissed her. “And ’I’ve l<?ved you from the first time I saw you." At the corner of the Free Throw, Quinn asked Laredo: "Think I could send a telegram tonight, Laredo?” “Sure. I know Stanley. He’ll take it.” They walked down to the station, both of them silent. Both the Free Throw and the Mile High were lighted brightly, a pleasant din issu ing from their doors. They swung into the station and Laredo hammered on the lowered window. A mild man wearing eye glasses raised it and shiiled down when he saw Laredo. “Hullo, Harvey,” Laredo greeted him. "Reckon my friends here could send a telegram?” “Sure.” The agent shoved the blank in front of Quinn, who wrote his mes sage. Wlien he was finished, he hand ed it to Laredo. “I can’t read,” Laredo said dolor ously, He swore. “It’s the only time in my life I wanted to. What does it say?" Quinn read aloud from the blank containing jthis message: A WINGERT CATTLE ASSOCIATION PHOENIX, ARIZ. CASE CONCLUDED SUCCESS FULLY ALL PRINCIPALS KILL ED OFF NONE BY ME STOP SPLIT REWARD BETWEEN DAVE TURNER ROSY RAND LAREDO JACKSON ALL OF SIN GLE SHOT STOP SUGGEST NEXT CASE YOU PUT tME IN RANGE CLOTHES SINCE GAMB LERS LIFE NOT LONG STOP WHAT WILL I DO WITH SIX Thousand i won running FARO TABLE IN SALOON 1 MARTIN QUINN I “Principals?” Laredo repeated. “What are they?" “Sayres’ gang. We’ve been, after them for two years now.” Laredo stared at Quinn. “So you are a range detective?” “That’s it," Quinn said. “Runnin’ a faro game at the Free Throw?” “I was working on the town end of it,” Quinn explained, “checking up on where the heavy money was spent and by whom. That’s why I got cur ious about Winters/ He was spending so much money that I began to won der if he wasn't one of the Sayres gang. You know the rest," Laredo shook his head and waited while Quinn paid for the telegram. Outside, they turned up the street again, “Like a drink?” Laredo asked. “I wouldn’t like one. I’d like about four,” Quinn said. ‘ » He started to cross the street to the Free Throw. Laredo grabbed his arm. “Huh-uh," Laredo said. “This is a celebration. And when I celebrate I head for the Mile High.” His eyes lit up strangely, “Let’s you and me go clean that joint out," he suggest ed soberly. THE END Henry S. Gage Recently appointed to an executive position with the D. L. & W. Coal Company ('blue coal’) in the New York Head Office/ Mr. Gage was formerly Sales Agent for that com pany in Western New York and On tario, and is one of the leading and best known figures in the coal in dustry in this country. Little Johnny, aged four, had been receiving a lesson in politeness. His father told him “And remember when you are in a bus and a lady comes in and cannot get a seat you must jump up and offer her your seat." A few days later they were in a bus. It was very crowded. Johnny sat on his father’s knee. People were filing in, and as a pretty young lady was standing, Johnny jumped up. “Take my seat, miss," he said. Ito REAL /j&kfiitalltg DETROIT ’Ihtrt I* no show or «t Hotch Midijon-Lenox. A definite cmpfiMla • on COMFORT, p!u» plewent end peecefu! lur. /7 rounding* - dim ere considered the qualifier • you ere seeking end these ere the qutliUct you. find et these Ideally located hotels. WITH PRIVATE BATH from - SUITES AVAILABLE'ALSO WEEKLY RATES GARAGE NEARBYITllwllllllllllllllllllllllll . __ . . _ __ __ _ « . MADISON ^LENOX VERNON W. McCOY MADISON AVE, AT GRAND CIRCUS PARK Gen. Mgr. BEST HOTEL LOCATION V Back to school go the children. The old school lunch problem is with us once more. What shall we place in those little' lunch baskets that will produce smiles instead of frowns when they are explored at noon? ' If you can pack a lunch that is a body-building, smile-producing col lection of mid-day foods, you rank high on the list of qualified mothers. Always Include fresh fruit In the school lunch. Oranges are ideal because they are available the year ’round. They stimulate appetite and are rich in those protective ele ments, vitamins C, A and B, as well as calcium. The orange, more than other food, provides the element of freshness, both from appetite and health standpoints. These elements help prevent tooth decay and gum troubles, particularly in the ’teens when the foundation for good teeth is being laid, and maintain resistance to colds and other infectious diseases. And by the way, vitamin C is one of the factors in which the average diet is quite apt to. be lacking, so that oranges in the’ lunch box are particularly desirable. Loosen the peel or partially separate the seg ments before packing 'the oranges. They are then-easier to eat. The school lunch should be bal anced and adequate in nourish ment. Milk and an occasional egg; for the protein; fresh fruit and vegetables for minerajs and vita mins; starchy and sweet foods for energy. Foods should be. in a form children like. The milk, carried in thermos, may he plain or in the form of soup or cocoa. Fruits may be used in salads or desserts- Children like crisp vegetables, such as celery,, raw carrot sticks and lettuce. For starchy and sweet foods there are sandwiches, light cakes, cookies, dried fruits. Fuck- your little boxes with these. Then you will have "smiling lunches.” Here are suggestions for some delicious sandwiches: Peanut Batter Spread: Thin peanut butter with orange juice. Cream Cheese Sandwiches: Thin cream cheese with orange juice or spread one side of bread with, orange marmalade, one with cream cheese. Pied Piper Sandwiches: Moisten mixtures of ground dates, raisins* figs, prunes and nuts with orange juice. 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