The Willamina times., November 26, 1942, Image 2

TIM ES. W ILLAM INA, OREGON
THURSDAY. NOV. 26, 1942
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D E P A R T M E N T
RABBITS A N D S K IN S
PO U LTRY AND R A B B IT S W A N T R D
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R E G IST E R E D K A R A K U L E W E S—
c a re fu llv selected, rea so n a b ly priced.
O A. Drake. Selah. W a sh in gton .
H IG H E ST Q UALITY Q UICK A N D
thick pure-bred l'u ro c s: S p rin g G ilts
and
B oars-B red
Sown,
E astern
Blood at W estern p rices.
C. B.
Stretcher. B. 1. B eaverton . O regon.
H E M O R R H O ID S (Piles)
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tor • « a m in a tio n or a aa d t o t«
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Dr. C. J. DEAN CLINIC
P h y u c ia n a n d S e rg e e n
N I . C o r. I . B u m a id a an d G ra n d A t » .
T e le p h o n e E A .t 3 9 1 8 . P o rtla n d . O te q o a
HIS BUSINESS
The strong m an was e xplaining
his act to his a g e n t
“ I place a heavy stone on m y
h e a d ," he asserted, "and then m y
assistant picks up a 16-pound sledge
h a m m e r, swings it w ith a ll his
m ig h t—and cracks the stone in
h a lf.”
The agent grew dizzy at the
thought.
“ T h a t's m a rv e lo u s ," he enthused.
“ B u t how about your head—do n 't
you ever feel it? "
The strong m an waved a hand.
"Y e s ,” he adm itte d . "T h a t's why
I c a rry a sp irin s'.”
C e ilin g on Rent
Prospect— Don’t you th in k this
room is a b it s m a ll'
L a n d lo rd — Perhaps, but we can
p u t a th in n e r w a ll paper on it fo r
you.
Commuters' Special
Agent— D id you miss y cu r train?
B reathless—No
I d id n 't like the
looks o f i t so I chased it out of the
station.
Taken Seriously
D o cto r—You ce rta in ly have acute
appendicitis.
N ancy—Oh. doctor, you fla tte r
m e!
Hereditary
B e tty —Y ou ' vb got a pug nose Do
they run in y o u r fa m ily '
L e tty —O nly in the c, Id weather.
RHEUM ATIC
M E D IC IN E
Q U IC K R E L IE F
OR MONEY BACK
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id o r se d by man> u
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tio i.n l record s of
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mind
mind picking
picking awav
away at at the
the mystery
mystery
of Jesse Rusey. This town marshal
had been in War Pass for twenty
years, yet nobody knew him, or
knew what he thought, or knew
where his sympathies actually lay.
Hillhouse and Breathitt came
cheerfully forward and for a mo­
ment these three fast friends stood
by the hitching-rack and swappfxt
gossip, pleased to be together again.
All of them had grown up in the
country, they had gone to school
together and had worked and hunt­
ed and had their fun together, and
in trouble had stood inseparably side
by side. Clay Morgan said: "N oth­
ing new on Ollie Jacks yet?”
Hillhouse shrugged his shoulders:
"They been arguing about it since
noon. I don’t see nothin' to argue
about. We caught Ollie dead in his
tracks, bendin’ over a Three Pines
calf with his iron. But there's a
couple townsmen on the ju ry.
They’re the ones hanging this thing
up.”
Hack Breathitt grinned: "Ben
Herendeen’s sore enough to shoot
the ju ry .” He gave Charley H ill-
house a slanting, skeptic glance.
From the high edge of Mogul to
the floor of Powder Desert was a
sheer drop of fourteen hundred and
sixty feet; and even on the quietest
day a stream of warm a ir from the
desert boiled up the face of the rim ,
so that if a man stood at the break-
off and tossed his hat outward it
invariably sailed back to him. Clay
Morgan had shown this to his
daughter Janet long ago. It was a
part of their ritual on the trip to
town, and as soon as they reached
the rim this afternoon, she remind­
ed him of it again; whereupon he
sailed his hat across the rim , caught
it on the rebound, and witnessed her
delighted smile. Afterwards they
turned downgrade on a road steeply
and narrowly cut against the face
of the mountain.
As they descended she began to
recite lines of "H iaw atha," in prep­
aration for a school play. Riding
slightly back of her, Clay Morgan
watched her small arms gesture
and her naturally sober face lighten
and grow faintly dram atic. To him
it was a m atter of never-ending as­
tonishment that one nine-year-old
g irl s head could hold so much.
The silence and the slow way she
had of judging people came from
him. The vivid imagination and the
growing beauty came from her
mother. It was something Clay Mor­
gan had watched for, through the
years—and yet. much as he had ex­
pected it, it still was strange to see
in this g irl the image of a woman
nine years dead, to know that the
tempestuous Lila who had been his
wife now reached out of the grave
to remind him of the one brief and |
violent and miserable and beautiful !
year of their marriage. In the be­
ginning she had said she loved him ;
she hfld died hating him.
Powder Desert began at the bot­
tom of the grade. Sand and sage- |
brush hummocks, built by the east
wind, lay before them; around these
lumpy barriers, high as a man’s
shoulders, meandered the deep twin
ruts of the road. This September
day’s sun was half-down in the west
and heat lay heavy on the flat;
and in the near distance, on the
benchland at the head of the desert,
the houses of War Pass made an
irregular outline. Toward this cat­
tle town they traveled, Janet
dreaming her nine-year-old dreams
—1—
in sober stillness. Clay Morgan hold­
" I f they don't throw Ollie Jacks
ing his clear intimations of trouble
ahead.
in the cooler, there a in 't no use for
Turning at the corner of Gentry’s juries.”
corral. Clay Morgan faced the
length of Main Street, with its dou­ “ Your boss is gettin’ pretty large
ble row of angular wooden buildings for his pants, Charley. But then he
and its deep golden dust. Under the always was that way.”
Ben Herendeen owned Three
courthouse locusts at the comer of
Mam and Stage, a large group of Pines, and Charley Hillhouse was
men idly waited; and he knew then Herendeen’s foreman, loyal to the
that the tria l of the rustler. Ollie core. Hillhouse said in a mild voice:
Jacks, was s till unfinished.
" I f they don’t throw Ollie Jacks
He dismounted by the stable and in the cooler there a in 't no use for
permitted both horses to nose into i any juries in this country.
the water trough before tying them
"A fte r all. Hack, it was Ben's
to the rack. Janet said: " I am go­ ' beef.”
ing to Ann McGarrah’s. Daddy.”
They moved toward the Long
She always had a quick smile for Grade saloon, three abreast. Direct-
him when she mentioned Ann Mc- i ly opposite, under the locust trees.
Garrah’s name, as though there Clay noticed the crowd grouped
might be some secret involved. " I around Ben Herendeen—Gurd Grant
think." she added, "we w ill eat sup­ and Lige White, both big cattlemen,
per there"—and watched him a mo­ and Sheriff Ed Nickum, and a few
ment with her observant eyes.
smaller ranchers like Hamp B rig­
"You seem pretty sure of that." ham and Vance Ketchell. Heren­
Morgan remained near the sta­ deen’s riders, with a few townsmen,
ble’s hitching-rack tc roll up a quick made up the rest of the crowd.
smoke. But he was never a man
Hack Breathitt got a bottle, two
to let his eyes be idle; thus now,
glasses,
ar.d a bunch of cigars. They
while his fingers tapered off the cig­
went
to
a
corner table and sat down.
arette his glance ran down the
street, past the co urt .use and post Hack BreAthitt passed the cigars
office and the Long Grade saloon, to Morgan, poured a drink for H ill­
past the Mountain House hotel and house ar.d for himself and settled
beyond that to the little cluster of deep in the chair. For that little
brick and dobe buildings of Old interval he was as relaxed as he
Town. Two cross-streets dropped could ever be. s till smiling a little ,
from a higher level of the hillside. still with the sparkle of secret
Up there sat the high, square, tron- amusement in his eyes. He said.
orr.amenttid houses owned by Tie "T o law and order,” and downed
wealthier merchants and thé big the drink.
"Y o u ." said Hillhouse tolerantly,
cattlemen who liked to winter their
fam ilies in town. This was four "a re an ornery son-of-a-gun.”
“ The country a in 't the same,”
o'clock and already the street was
in shadow, though the far desert murmured Hack. "There’s one hell
of a beautiful ruckus cornin’. The
burned up its brown-gray glitter.
Jesse Rusey, the town’s marshal, sheep ar.d the goats. That's it. The
cruised the walk—short, broad body- sheep and the goats. Accordin’ to
swinging a little . He r.ad the shoul­ Ben Herendeen I'm one of the goats.
ders of a wmestler; above the sweep Ben's about ready to work on the
of his mustaches w as a glance as goats.”
Charley Hillhouse, who was a
cool as flint. This man had a kind
of rocky solidness, a kind of form id­ quiet workhorse of a man, slowly
able courtesy. He said, "H ow are nodded.
you. Clay?" and passed by.
Breathitt started to speak but was
Charley
Hillhouse and Hack stopped by quick-rising talk on the
Breathitt broke from the courthouse street. A man struck the swinging
group and walked toward him their doors of the saloon with both fists
jffi
boots puffing
up the street's dust; and rushed in. He said, in a half
but for a moment he remained shout, "They let Ollie Jacks free,”
tiackly by the hitching-rack, his and ran out. The conversation in
the
the saloon
saloon ro rose at once to a noisy
pitch.
Hack Breathitt grinned. “ I ’d like
to see Ben Herendeen’s face right
now."
Charley Hillhouse answered irr ita ­
bly. “ I f it was your beef, Hack, you
wouldn't make a joke of it.”
Hack Breathitt had his moments
of wisdom; he hact his far thoughts.
"There's two kinds of people in this
world, Charley. Those that have
got beef—and those that have got
none. People that stick and people
that drift. The Lord made you and
me different. It ain’t my fault and
it a in 't your fault. But I like my
way—and no man can make me
change.”
Ben’s got nothing against you,”
said Charley Hillhouse.
Hack Breathitt showed Hillhouse
a smart, dark expression. "When
folks get heated up. Charley, there
ain't no halfway. I t ’s one thing or
the other. The sheep or the goats.”
He poured himself a second drink.
"You know what I ’m thinkin', boys?
I'm thinkin' that this is probably
the last time us three w ill sit at
the same table."
“ Don’t talk like that," said Char­
ley Hillhouse.
But both of them were watching
Clay Morgan, who sat silent all the
while, buried jn his own thinking.
He had always been the silent one,
the last one to speak. He said, very
quiet with his words, " I want you
to know this, Hack. If you ever
get in trouble, come to me. I 'll
stand behind you.”
Charley Hillhouse shook his head,
bothered by Morgan's words. “ I
knew you'd say that. Clay, but I
wish you hadn't. Makes it tough
on me. Long as I work for Three
Pines, I ’ll let nothing get between
me and the ranch. Nothing at a ll.”
He met Hack Breathitt's glance and
quietly added: "D on't come to me,
Hack.”
That «as all. These three rose
and crossed the room, pushing
through the doors. .Ben Herendeen
remained under the locust trees,
with Lige White and Gurd Grant and
a group of Three Pines riders. Sher­
iff Nickum was also there, coat
hung loosely to his gaunt frame.
Jesse Rusey, farther down the
street, watched this crowd: and on
him Clay Morgan put his glance
for a moment. Charley Hillhouse
went across the dust to join Heren­
deen. Janet turned out of McGar­
rah’s store, advancing toward Mor­
gan. Her little shoulders showed
straight in the sunless light, her
small feet made a quick tapping on
the sidewalk boards. She said:
"We are having supper « ith Ann
McGarrah, Daddy.” Her soft smile
held its secret again, her eyes
showed it. “ Didn’t I tell you?”
Hack Breathitt removed his hat
with a flourish. "How, honey?”
"How, Hack.”
jla c k said: "Come along with a
gentleman.”
Janet put her hand in Hack
Breathitt's fist and walked away
with him.
Morgan laid his shoulders against
the wall of the saloon and freshened
his cigar with a match. The group '
remained beneath the locust trees,
Herendeen and Lige White now ta lk­
ing together while the rest remained
silent. A good many people had ‘
come to the street, scattered under I
the board awnings. All of them, he
noticed, «ere watching the court­
house. Tension crawled up the !
street, strong enough to touch Mor­
I gan's nerves. Jesse Rusey never
moved from his position as he, too.
watched the courthouse door. A
stage stood by the Mountain House
hotel, ready to go. At the stable,
Parr Gentry sat on a capsized bar­
rel, lumped over and apparently
disinterested, but Morgan saw the
way the man’s eyes traveled
around. Hack Breathitt and Janet
were crossing the dust to Tanner's
drugstore and at this moment Ollie
Jacks, freed by the jury ’s verdict,
stepped from the courthouse, looked
to either end of the street, and ,
halted.
He was a « iry man with the
dra«-n, blank face of a gambler; he
«as a man «ho had been caught
stealing beef and new, by the act
of the jury, « is free to ride out. His
horse was in Gentry’s stable, fifty i
feet from where he stood, yet this i
was as far as he got, this rooted
position before the courthouse with
Jesse Rusey on one side of him
and Herendeen's group watching
him from the other, and with all
the tc«Ti looking on. At that mo­
ment he knew what Clay Morgan
and every soul in town knew: he
knew he was a. dead man.
(TO BE COST IN I'ID )
f ) K N O B L E , nnd the noble-
* * nesa that lies in other men,
sleeping but never dead, w ill
rise In majesty to meet thine
own.—James Russell Lowell.
Make (wo grins grow where
there was only a grouch before.
—Elbert llubhard.
“ IE h rn fteortfe once a i r ill ih r u ro n g .
Each Im r ln r \ uild n m uch Inn lo n g ;
II h n /u iie if un/Ari, lint walk» n itra y,
I l o n ly lu rth tM lin m his
I'BlOR.
The great pleasure of a dog
is that you may make a fool of
yourself with him and not only
w ill he not scold you, but he
w ill make a fool of himself, too.
—Samuel Butler.
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lions of NR'* have proved G el a 10f Con-
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