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Zurich Herald, 1950-04-13, Page 80 tri �n �111 ` !� JT 'FRA'GRANCE IS SEALED IN VACUUM Our New Serial Stor id's,• a:C, for the Fool by G. H. SHARP door. 1As the light canto through the ripen doorway into the shadowv ;cabin, the inner fear that Webb Winters had been trying to shake off suddenly betaine real. Bob Anderson lay sprawled on his face near his bunk. There was a pool of sticky blood -on the floor and the rancher's lifeless hand gripped a six-shooter. Near an overturned table, on t1le floor, were dillies, spilled food. Webb Winters squatted beside the dead man who had been his friend and neighbor. Pie touched the lifeless shoulder, "I'll pay 'em off, Bob," lie said aloud, his voice husky. He examined the dead man's ,tin. Four empty shells, Bob Anderson had died game. Died with his boots -on and his six-shooter smoking. He took a soogan from the bunk And covered the dead body and left the cabin. He went back to the ]barns, turned .Bob's horse loose in C4ddt e, WwQa Knitters— look! A beawiiul nevi medallion tc, NIRI,e a beautiful Spread, scarl, or slush. Ra really :a,, ,o Li,ii,crs get busyl At last you can knit Irt,usellol(l trccessories—and rasiic2 Pal;ern 990 has directions. Laura Wheeler's improved par tern makes needlework so simple with its clrart•s, pl vos autd ronrlcc directions, Send titenty-five setas G:5c) ire coins (stamps cannot be. incepted; for this pattern to .Box 1, 123 -gigliteentla Street, New Toronto, Ant, Print plaitily pattern nunsber, your name and address ISSUE 16 19511 Webb ]]linters rode on. It was one of those gray, cheerless days spotted with occasional showers. He kept thinking of Bob Anderson. Fob was a good neighbor and a staunch friend. Webb and Bob had punched cows together, off and on, for the past 15 years. They had wintered together in line camps, stood guard together on stormy nights, painted the town red when Shipment time came. it was Bob who first suggested that they quit blowing their forty a month and take up ranches. That had been three years ago. They had located on some good land that the Triangle outfit had been holding. The Triangle claimed a lot of laud they had no right to. They tried to run Webb and Bob Off. When their bluff had failed, they had offered to buy out the two cowboys. But Bob and Webb had told big Ab Abbott of the Triangle that they'd not sell at arty price. The joweled, paunchy, whisky - soaked Abbot had replied that lie would bet them a thousand dollars, and collect the bet in hell, that he'd own their ranches before ire was done, Noir .Bob was dead, Shot down in his own cabin.. Another small rancher, 1?d. Young, over on Greasetiood Creek, had been killed i the same way. Only, Gd. Young, who was an Oklahoma cowboy and handy with a gun, had been shot in the back, The 'Triangle now owned Ed. Young's. place. They would hire one of their men now to file out Bob Anderson's place. As Webb Winters rode toward the little cow town narued itimrock, at the foot of the mountains, he kept thinking of Bob. Big, blue- eyed, tow -headed Bob Anderson, who had never picked a fight in his life, but who, when Itis slow anger was once aroused, ' would fight any man alive. Webb would have to break the news to Mae, Bob's girl. Bob Iiad aimed to get married after the fall round -up was over. Mae ran a little eating place at Rimrock. She'd take it mighty hard. Bob was the ouly mail she'd ever gone around with. lie rode up the street that was lined with houses and stores and saloons. Dusk was falling, Lights shoMd is in�ir,,vs, tires the odor Of food told shire that kincrock was sitting uo', it to .,•t,, :;•. 1'e S:cr,, irr. at the sheriff's houre. "Bob Anderso +ol:l tite fiberiff grimly, "tt as killed last nigilit. I figured you'd want to look at hin: before he's planted:' The sheriff, all old-timer, looked hard at this tall, bronzed cowboy, Webb Winters had a square farce, blunt of nose and jaw, His eyes were gray, his hair black and straight as an Indian's, His eyes now were hard, his mouth pulled taut. "What are you aiwin' to do abou; it, Webb'" asked the sheriff. Webb Winters masts rto reply. He just stood there in the doorway, grim -lipped, hard -eyed. "Collie in to supper, Webb, The nlissus will set a place for you," Queen's Handiwork—.A million -stitch needlepoint rug tvhicla tools Queen Mary, 82--vear-•old was about nuon when Webb the pasture. Bob wouldn't be need .It '%�-inters got to Bob Anderson's ing him any longer. Then Webl place. No smoke showed from the Winters mounted and hit a lont chimney of the log cabin. There trot, was no sign of life, The barn door Two hours later, lie pulled up a was shut, It had rained the eve^ a small ranch at the foot of the icing before and the ground hadn't timbered butte called Indian Bntte dried yet, so that Webb 'printers A short, ivide-shouldered man wit] -could read the sinnr imprinted there a week's stubble of graying blacl in the drying soil. ]larks of shod whiskers on his square jaw came tc hooves, :Boot prints. -the door. He had puckered blacli Ara uneasy feeling tool: hold of eyes and a tight-lipped mouth. the rancher as he rode up to the "Put up your horse and come in, barn. He had a feeling that some- Webb." thing was wrong. Ile was sure of "Ain't got time, Joe. I rode ovet it when he opened the barti door with some bad news. The dirty and found Bob Anderson's horse ' sons got Bob Anderson last night. there in the stall, the manger empty They got him like they got Ed, ref hay, Bob wasn't the loud of nasi Young. We'll meet at my place to neglect his horse. after dark tonight. Send somebody Webb Winters left his horse and over to set up with Bob. Get word -walked through the mud to the to the others. fila going to town ,Cabin, He had his hand on his to get a box. See you tonight. So - gun wben lie slowly opeucd the long." door. 1As the light canto through the ripen doorway into the shadowv ;cabin, the inner fear that Webb Winters had been trying to shake off suddenly betaine real. Bob Anderson lay sprawled on his face near his bunk. There was a pool of sticky blood -on the floor and the rancher's lifeless hand gripped a six-shooter. Near an overturned table, on t1le floor, were dillies, spilled food. Webb Winters squatted beside the dead man who had been his friend and neighbor. Pie touched the lifeless shoulder, "I'll pay 'em off, Bob," lie said aloud, his voice husky. He examined the dead man's ,tin. Four empty shells, Bob Anderson had died game. Died with his boots -on and his six-shooter smoking. He took a soogan from the bunk And covered the dead body and left the cabin. He went back to the ]barns, turned .Bob's horse loose in C4ddt e, WwQa Knitters— look! A beawiiul nevi medallion tc, NIRI,e a beautiful Spread, scarl, or slush. Ra really :a,, ,o Li,ii,crs get busyl At last you can knit Irt,usellol(l trccessories—and rasiic2 Pal;ern 990 has directions. Laura Wheeler's improved par tern makes needlework so simple with its clrart•s, pl vos autd ronrlcc directions, Send titenty-five setas G:5c) ire coins (stamps cannot be. incepted; for this pattern to .Box 1, 123 -gigliteentla Street, New Toronto, Ant, Print plaitily pattern nunsber, your name and address ISSUE 16 19511 Webb ]]linters rode on. It was one of those gray, cheerless days spotted with occasional showers. He kept thinking of Bob Anderson. Fob was a good neighbor and a staunch friend. Webb and Bob had punched cows together, off and on, for the past 15 years. They had wintered together in line camps, stood guard together on stormy nights, painted the town red when Shipment time came. it was Bob who first suggested that they quit blowing their forty a month and take up ranches. That had been three years ago. They had located on some good land that the Triangle outfit had been holding. The Triangle claimed a lot of laud they had no right to. They tried to run Webb and Bob Off. When their bluff had failed, they had offered to buy out the two cowboys. But Bob and Webb had told big Ab Abbott of the Triangle that they'd not sell at arty price. The joweled, paunchy, whisky - soaked Abbot had replied that lie would bet them a thousand dollars, and collect the bet in hell, that he'd own their ranches before ire was done, Noir .Bob was dead, Shot down in his own cabin.. Another small rancher, 1?d. Young, over on Greasetiood Creek, had been killed i the same way. Only, Gd. Young, who was an Oklahoma cowboy and handy with a gun, had been shot in the back, The 'Triangle now owned Ed. Young's. place. They would hire one of their men now to file out Bob Anderson's place. As Webb Winters rode toward the little cow town narued itimrock, at the foot of the mountains, he kept thinking of Bob. Big, blue- eyed, tow -headed Bob Anderson, who had never picked a fight in his life, but who, when Itis slow anger was once aroused, ' would fight any man alive. Webb would have to break the news to Mae, Bob's girl. Bob Iiad aimed to get married after the fall round -up was over. Mae ran a little eating place at Rimrock. She'd take it mighty hard. Bob was the ouly mail she'd ever gone around with. lie rode up the street that was lined with houses and stores and saloons. Dusk was falling, Lights shoMd is in�ir,,vs, tires the odor Of food told shire that kincrock was sitting uo', it to .,•t,, :;•. 1'e S:cr,, irr. at the sheriff's houre. "Bob Anderso +ol:l tite fiberiff grimly, "tt as killed last nigilit. I figured you'd want to look at hin: before he's planted:' The sheriff, all old-timer, looked hard at this tall, bronzed cowboy, Webb Winters had a square farce, blunt of nose and jaw, His eyes were gray, his hair black and straight as an Indian's, His eyes now were hard, his mouth pulled taut. "What are you aiwin' to do abou; it, Webb'" asked the sheriff. Webb Winters masts rto reply. He just stood there in the doorway, grim -lipped, hard -eyed. "Collie in to supper, Webb, The nlissus will set a place for you," Queen's Handiwork—.A million -stitch needlepoint rug tvhicla tools Queen Mary, 82--vear-•old mother of Vine George 'VI, eight years to make, is displayed by Patricia Fla:rdie after its arrival on the liner, Queen Mary. The rug is the queen mother's personal contribution to Britain's effort to gain U.S. dollars. Miss Hardie will take the piece on a tour following which it will be sold to the highest bidder. "Can't do it, thanks. There's Mae "except that Pa made three pairs to see, and I got to get Bob's box,- of pyjamas and bought a car!" It'll keep me humpin' to 'tend to Acutaily the June Bug and the things." new car are one and the same thing, The sheriff nodded. "1 , Savvy, You see it is a little English car Webb," Hank Roberts had not been with a short, stumpy appearance that Partner said reminded him of twenty-five years a peace officer some kind of bug. "Yes," I agreed, without learning the ways of men, "June Buza—that•would be a good He knew only too well the fetid that name for it." Bob suggested Firefly was growing between the Triangle but we thought that was a little too and the smaller ranchers. He knew fancy—and somehow June Bug that the smaller ranchers had or- seems so much more expressive. ganized. They were known as the But I ask you—what's the good Scissor -Bill Pool. Trouble way of a nice, new car in this weather? cooking, and cooking too fast for A few trips to town and it looks like his peace of mind. a bug all right—a bug that has been (Continued Next Weelc) Hibernating all whiter and just push- ed its way up through the dank, sticky mud. Another thing I have to �y CC f ��— --�— contend with is the steering column gearshift—something entirely new for me+also the extra creeper gear which most of these English cars BRON4are ��Jul blessed i%ith, 1N61ER Before we got the car I was ser- tously thinking of getting 11''11 M C-twot'i.dol.tme P. Ctol'rke tris sewing machine. Varicose veins se erns and treadle machines don't go too well together, and I do use a sewing Fog .. . rain . mud-] Once again the miracle of early spring has brought about a change that seems almost incredible. A -reek ago so niuch snow—and novo big patches of bare ground, although there are still plenty of snowbanks in evidencee. For a few days it was such a nice, slow thaw that flood conditions were not really serious. Ditches rose higher than the cul- verts and flats became a miniature lake as the warns sun melted -the snow, but with the going down of the sun the seater level dropped; ditches became normal and the creek a pleasant, gurgling little Stream. But the mud ... oh, dear! Now it is raining, so what happens today remains to be seen. Generally we think of mud as belonging to the country, and clean, dry roads as belonging to the town—but not in this district, Our nearby town is still busy with its sewerage system --arid so help nae, I never saw such mud in all my life. i go to tori li as little as 1 can. The main streets, that were .ripped up last fall to lay storm sewers, are $o full of pot holes you wonder how Many springs and bolts you will lose from your car before you get home, and also if any part of your own anatomy will break loose. Part of the trouble these days lies in the fact that we don't expect to contend with inud any more, Most roads in well populated districts are row either gravelled or paved, and most farmers have long since made a practise of having their lanes gravelled too, so -that mud, such as we now n.eet in town, seems much worse than it would have done twenty years ago. I; remember when we had our first car -a Model T_ we always went back to the horse and buggy in early spring because the lane wasn't gravelled and the car co11141,'t get through the mud— although i do remember a few i cccasic n< :0,e11 1?artner pulled me doii'rr to the. road with the team, Wo didn't blurt to take a chance on breaking another axle since we lead already had that happen once. Side roads were also good places to keep away from --some of thein ' are now, for that matter, So now, l however rough the main roads may be, in comparison with twenty year's ago we have little to grumble abou I . only sonteholy eve still have ar way of grumbling, Maybe I wouldti't be thinking l about the roads so rrrticl.i if it rvasn"t for the June Bug, ices, .1'112. going � to tell you about it ---()r perhaps thio will explain things. The other day a (XIC11d of mine said to me "And ' t what have you been doing tbi- week?" "()It, 'nothing much," 1 answered, inachnie so much. So, ivhen we were dickering over the car, undecided 'just what kind to get, Partner said —"For the love of Pete, why don't You settle for a sewing machine and save yourself this worryl" May- be lie has something there—the trouble is you can't go very far with a serving machine. Not that we expect to do much travelling but it will be nice to have something that's really dependable—or should be—so that we can go out without worrying about tires or whether a bearing will burn out and leave us stranded at all uncomfortable distanc,: from a garage. And in get- ting a small car we are also think- ing of the money we shall save on gas. here is Daughter's latest exper- ience, One of her tenants, smoking in bed, set fire to his mattress! .1 wonder hour many disastro s fires have been started in just that way. Anyone who is too sleepy to keep awake long enough to finish smok- ing a cigarette surely doesn't need a smoke very badly in the first place. And of course the same thing happens in private homes just as easily as in a rooming house. 0 CAS I By .Anne Ashley Q. How can I make celery more tender? A. Allow the celery tca lie in water for about seven or eight hours before serving, and it will be very tender. Q. Plow call I clean an iron? A, An iron can be readily clean- ed by ' mixing rottenstone with sweet oil, spreading it on a board, and running the iron back and forth until it is bright and clean, Q. How can I remove ink stains from a sill: dress without injuring the material? A. Try placing the stained part over a saucer and coveting it with powdered borax. Then pour per- oxide of hydrogen over the borax. Ov not pour wn' -r over the borax, SAKE UP YOUR LIVER BILE*~ Without COIDW61—Abd Y®U'll .]sump Out 91 heti an the MoruinI 1Ctir`rtn' to Go fitlr°jniee fnia Your diX63MV-8 tttaot e9a7 day. If 1 f tha3 bila id slot tlowin a fceellr. 114our food umv we mild, raatlo cArta's 1 tale ret theta 2 .0is of bile flaw - make �rou fool "cup Raid up." o Codasy; EBeotiya In w0l,r ,, • :Sok for CxTt►,Ptt >t,ittla i.i+. t7 dt"ic9Ytba'!, ?fir �•r � , i:. i � ! 1 i'. "Dear Anne Hirst: i have read your column admiringly for some time. I would like to offer this bit of advice to egotistical and posses- sive husbands, f am all ex one, and speak front experience, "While in tIte service, I married a sweet girl, That was ane first marriage, We had a beautiful daughter. "Afy drinking and cheating ( that I thought was §Mart) led its straight into the divorce courr, I -vas satisfied, .I thought. 'I kA as snaking money, and I was popular. "I met another sweet girl, and we fell its love: 'We married. We were blissfully happy for a tvitile --until, again, I couldn't stand l-,r•osperity. I started lily old rou- tine again. I thought, 'This girl loves Tile too Much to think of leaving uic---I can get away witic it,-' "But site, too, left ate. Later, site. gave birth to any son, (lie wits a year old in February, acid I ]cave seen him three tin.ies). Too Late? "Again; I thought, this freedom is what I want. (How stupid and cocky I was!) Just so long as I, could have fun, I never thought of anyone else. I loved a farce, too far gone in my ways to realize it until it was too late. "Now it has been 13 months since site left ine. I've inept the memory of it. I've just existed. 1_;tut so help me, I've quit drinking, and I have refused all invitations. "I've been living on a thread of hope for a reconciliation, "If my wife reads this, 1 want her to know that I love het- deeply, and that I've ,paid dearly for my past affairs. "I hope that the wayward hus- bands who think they're smart to travel in the same path, will stop and take a good inventory—will asi; themselves, 'Is it worth it?' Let ane be the first to answer, it is not! "There is only one tragedy 'worse than death, and that is lone- liness, I know 1 sere iii his reforiat, all he wants iU * the opportunity to prove it, tQ snake tip for- all the anguish he has caused. I, for otie, believe: a you are sincere. * if your wife reads your letter s' today, I hope she will believe you, too. 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