Southern Oregon miner. (Ashland, Or.) 1935-1946, June 27, 1941, Page 8, Image 8

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    SOUTHERN OREGON MINER
Page 6
Friday, Juno 27, 1941
Your Dreams May Tel!
Secret« About Yourself
LAN Lt MAY
HLPhillipj“
INSTALLMENT 15
Dusty King and Lew Gordon had built
bp a vast string of ranches. King was
killed b.v his powerful and unacrupulous
competitor. Ben Thorpe
Bill Roper.
King's adopted son. was determined to
avenge his death in spite of the opposl-
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THE STORY SO FAR:
tlon of his sweetheart. Jody Gordon.
and her father. After breaking Thorpe
in Texas. Roper conducted a great raid
upon Thorpe s vast herds in Montana
Unable to reconcile her father with Rop­
er. Jody set out with Shoshone Wilce to
find him They were attacked by some
ot Thorpe s men hiding in Roper's shack.
Wilce escaped, but Jody was captured.
Roper was looking for Jody when he ac­
cidentally met Wilce Together they pre­
pared to rescue her
WHAT! NO NEW AUTO MODELS?
There is talk of discontinuing any
changes in automobile models dur-
ing this year, but the decision should
not be made except as a last resort
Few things will break down the mo­
rale of the people more titan a sud
den suspension of their ancient right
to trek down to the annual auto show
and see how many gadgets have
been shifted.
Kool-Aid -
SSSÍ'Í©
Appreciate Life
Be glad of life because it givea
you tin' chance to love anti to work
und to play and to look up ut Dia
stura.—Henry Vim Dyke.
•
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CHAPTER XX—Continued
After that a full minute passed utes passed. Shoshone Wilce kept
Bill glanced at Shoshone to make and stretched to a minute and a hts pony moving slowly up and down
sure that the man was at his el­ half.
Evidently the outposts had to prevent its stiffening up by too
bow; then, his gun out, he flung been farther away from the cabin rapid a cooling after its run. and
wide the door. The slab door re­ than Shoshone had calculated; but Jody followed his example.
sisted. wedged in the ice of the sill; Roper heard none of them Arc.
“Listen here." Shoshone Wilce
Should He Ignore Ills Dream?
then shuddered open with a noisy
He thought, "If I can keep them in­ said at last. He dropped his voice,
There is a limit to sacrifice. And
violence.
and sat motionless For a moment it may be reached when you ask
terested just ten minutes more—”
“ I UCKY
thut
was just
n
Roper stepped in with a sidewise
Now a furiously ridden horse was or two there was no sound there Americans to go through a whole
dream," he thinks, "or I'd I
step that at once made room for coming up.
Roper flattened him­ except die rhythmic breathing of year in which even the windows in
lose my job."
Shoshone and brought Roper within self against the wall beside the open the hard-run ponies, “I want to tell automobiles open the same way they
the wall, clear of a possible shot door, and waited until he heard the you something," Shoshone resumed, did before.
But he's wrong. No dream is
from behind him in the dark.
"just n dream." Often it reveals
man drop from his pony just out­ his voice low. husky, and strangely
something tn yourself thnt you
"Don't anybody move!"
You can get Gus Q Citizen tv
side. He stepped to the door, fired unsteady. “It looks like 1 run away
never knew—and perhaps should.
The uncertain and flickering light once: and a man crashed face down­ and left you when your pony was give up many things in a crisis with
of the little fire seemed to fill the ward upon the door sill itself to lie shot down. I see now it looks like j out a squawk. He will give up meat,
Drcams can really help when
that But I want you to know I i cut down on fuel, and if necessary
room with ample light, compared utterly motionless.
you take them to heart. You may
didn’t go to do nothing like that. climb into a uniform to defend his
to the heavy darkness without. A
dream of stains, inkspots, because
With his boot Roper pushed the
country, but when you ask him to
man who sat upon a keg by the inert heap off the door sill, so that Miss Gordon.”
you're feeling guilty about some
fire sprang up, his clawed hand the door might be closed at need.
"I know," she said, "it was the take calmly the news that Detroit
thing.
Thinking out what it is
will turn out sedans with the humps
reaching out to a gunbelt that lay Because there were only two more only—"
might relieve you greatly.
upon the crude table; but the reach­ shots in his gun. he picked up one
• • •
"I shouldn't have done it," Sho­ and bulges unchanged, you’re tak
ing hand rose empty in a continuous of the weapons he had collected, shone said. “I wouldn't do it if I wag ing a chance on insurrection.
Instead of lightly dismissing thrsr
• • •
motion as the man put up his hand. and checked its loading.
doing it again. I figured I'd be more
dreams, use thorn to help solve your prob
Three crude bunks ranged along the
Elmer Twitchell is among those
use to you if I could keep my horse
lems. Our 33-paga booklet gives the sci­
“I’d stand real still if I was you."
rear wall. From the first of these,
on its feet. I figured I could best horrified by the prospect and he has entific explanations for several drvama-
he
warned
the
two
who
stood
with
flylng, felling off a cliff, running from
the one nearest the fire, a man
handle it like an, Indian would— written the following appeal to the
wild animals and other typical dream situ­
came out with his hands up; one of their hands up. He fired one more pick 'em off one at a time, and make President:
ations Tells why some dreams are "pro­
his arms was heavily bandaged, and shot between them, for purposes of sure. But I’d do different if I had it “Dear Franklin:
phetic.”
For your copy Bend your
its upward motion carried its sling general discipline. “I ought to kill to do again."
“If you want the morale of Amv
order to:
you;
maybe
I
will
in
a
minute
—
with it.
"What else could you have possi­ lea kept intact, do something at
Now .Shoshone, whose heel had ^¿ven't decided yet."
bly done’ There wasn’t any chance once to stop this idea of no changes
READER HOME SERVICE
Now another horse was coming in 1 for anything else."
kicked the door shut behind him as
la auto models during the emer
lit Minna SI.
tiaa Francisco, Calif.
he came in. made a headlong dive fast; in another second or two it
gency.
Year
after
year,
through
"I should have stood and fought,”
Enclose 10 cents In coin tor your
into the second of the three bunks.
floods,
Arcs,
dust
storms,
quakes,
Shoshone said. "Like he would have
Outlook Is Virtue
copy of THE MEANING OF
In that instant the thing happened
strikes, erosions and depressions. n<
done.”
One's outlook is a purt of his vir­
DREAMS
that Roper most dreaded, so that in
matter what happened to the coun
“It was better this way." Jody
tue.—Amos Brunson Alcott.
a single split fraction of a second
told him. "Don’t you worry about It, try, automobile models came out
their chances were irrevocably hurt.
every season full of changes. The
Shoshone."
As Shoshone Wilce sprang, a gun
more trouble, the more changes
Shoshone said vaguely, "1 want
smashed out from within the shad­
And the people of America are not
you to tell him about it I want
owy bunk. The blast of its explo­
going to feel that everything is all
you to tell him I’d do different if I
sion was magnified in the close quar­
right if cars come out next fall
had it to do again.”
ters, leaving the ears ringing in the
with the starting button right where
"Why don't you tell him your. it is today, and with the gear shift
instant of stunned silence that fol­
self
”
’
lowed.
not lowered, raised, hidden or cam
“Maybe 1 will, But if anything ouflaged in any way.
The barrel of Shoshone's .45 had
comes up—so’s 1 don’t get the
crashed upon the skull of the man in
chance—”
“I think I could stand news of
the bunk almost in the same in­
“Of course I'll tell him.”
stant that the shot was fired. A
an American reverse in battle bet­
They fell silent, and after that a ter than I could endure the sudden
lean hand, gripping a six-gun,
long time passed. Shoshone stopped realization that the ash trays in
dropped out over the side of the
walking his horse, and sat perfectly our limousines were to be left as in
bunk, relaxed slowly, and the six-
motionless close to the wall of the the 1941 models, and that nobody
gun slid to the floor from long, dan­
brush corral. The grey light in­ had decided on a new type of bump
gling fingers. Shoshone Wilce held
creased. while they waited for what er.
absolutely motionless for a moment,
seemed an interminable time.
half crouched, then straightened
“Franklin, if we are to come
slowly.
It seemed to Jody that in a few
through this great crisis okay, don't
“Shoshone—you hit?”
minutes more they would have to
prevent those auto makers from
"It’s only—” Shoshone began. His
admit that daylight was upon them;
monkeying with the gadgets, color
face was ghastly and his voice qua­
it seemed to her that an hour, two
schemes and front ends. It's little
vered; but when he had fully
hours, had passed, instead of th«
things like that that undermine con­
straightened it steadied again into,
half hour which Shoshone had de­
fidence, kill causes and lose wars.
the same dead flatness as before.
cided they could wait But still Bill
"It’s only—a kind of scratch along
Roper did not come.
“Of course I want the auto in­
the ribs. I’m all right.”
"Do you suppose he could have dustry to concentrate on defense, but
"Jody! Jody, is ft you?”
ridden past?” Jody asked.
it must make a few changes in the
"I’d stand real still if 1 was you.”
Jody Gordon had been curled up
“No.” Shoshone said, very low in limousine and roadster models if
in the corner of deepest shadows.
would string into view around the his throat.
we are to remain a happy people
She stood up now, white-faced, her
When she could stand the suspense See that the least they do is to keep
corner of the cabin.
movements uncertain. Then sud­
Roper cast a quick glance to see no more. Jody Gordon dismounted; shifting the doorknobs.
denly the firelight caught the glint
“Yours for unity and a harder
that
his captives were where he the inaction and the cold was stiff­
of the instant tears which over­
ening her in the saddle, and now she search for the starting button every
thought
they
were.
They
had
not
brimmed her eyes.
led her pony while she stamped and season.
“Bill! I thought they’d kill you!” moved. He dropped to one knee swung her arms.
—•'Elmer Twitchell."
beside
the
door
and
fired
twice
She flung her arms about his neck
She thought "1'11 lead my pony
quickly
as
a
shape,
dark
on
dark
­
and with the swift impulse of a child,
ness, whirled around the corner of five times around the outside of the
And we think Elmer Is right If
kissed his mouth.
corral. He'll be here by then; ha the President doesn't do something,
the cabin.
The man nearest the table made
congress should.
That was all—the end of the one- must be here by then.”
a sidelong movement toward the bol­
She wondered, as she slowly led
man
war he had started to cover
stered gun that lay there; Bill Roper
her pjny around the circle marked
FOOT NOTE
smashed a shot into the wall beside the retreat of Shoshone. He never
Our Existence
I dure as long as we remain Amer-
by the walls of brush, what she Some of our lady knitters—
remembered
the
shock
of
the
blow
him, and the man jerked backward.
Rome endured as long ns there icon in spirit und in thought.—Da-
would
do
if
Roper
did
not
comi
if
Their
spirit
can
’
t
be
beat
—
that
downed
him.
All
conscious-
were Romans. America will en- | vid Starr Jordan.
“Shoshone, can you ride?”
he never came
Perhaps go on? Seem to think the British soldier
There was a curious strain in the ness ended at once, as sharply as
Perhaps go back .
Runs to large and lumpy feet
flatness of Shoshone's voice. "I’m if cut of? with a knife.
Jody Gordon was fighting back an
He never knew which of the two
okay, I tell you.”
overwhelming, impossible panic.
Length and strength are featured
Bill Roper caught up a sheepskin men behind him sprang forward to
Rather than the fit;
She knew the cool, hard sufficiency
coat with his free hand, and flung smash him down; but he knew as
it over Jody’s shoulders.
“Get | soon as he knew anything at all. of the men against whom Roper had Heaven help the British army
In some of those socks they knit!
gone!” he snapped. “Shoot free the that a long time had passed—more pitted himself. From the standpoint
—J. H. Niles.
ponies’ tie-ropes, and ride like belli time than he could afford to lose. of her father, who had turned against
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him, she knew the unassuageable
Here—take this! ” He thrust the gun­
We understand that the new movie
bitterness, the vast sinister male-
belt from the table into Jody’s un-
CHAPTER XXI
volence which Roper had raised “Hudson's Bay" had a tough time
ready hands. “I’ll see you—where
against himself by the miracles of getting through under that title. A
I said.”
Nobody but an old range rider
“Bill,” said Shoshone, “if it’s the could have located in the dark the the Texas Rustlers' War If he were lot of Hollywood people wanted to
same to you, I’d rather hold them brush corral where Shoshone Wilce vaught now in the grip of that malev­ call it "Bay Meets Girl.”
olence—
here while you ride with her.”
and Jody Gordon were supposed to
The height of something or other:
It took all her will power to restrain
“Get gone, I said! You—”
wait for Bill Roper. What would
herself from breaking into a run, or an advertisement by a racing tip
“Bill. I tell you. I—”
have been a simple problem by day­
Bill Roper bellowed at him, “You light, in darkness became a test of from mounting her pony and racing ster claiming “Positively no guess­
him—where? Any place, if only her work.”
want to die?”
scouting ability and cowman's in1
“Okay,” Shoshone said, in that stinct. Yet somehow, by the throw high-strung nerves could find expres­
LAFAYETTE, WE ARE HERE!
same strained, lifeless tone. He of the land, and by his deep knowl­ sion in action. But she forced her­
(Modern version.)
seized Jody's wrist, tore open the edge of the habits of thought of cow­ self to lead her pony slowly, meas­ From Rome they started out to fight
door with the hand that still held his men, Shoshone Wilce nosed out that uring her strides while the daylight
Old Egypt's troops who wear the
increased.
gun, and was gone into the dark.
circular corral of brush, in a dark­
fez.
Then, as she completed the cir­ And British soldiers in their might
When they were gone Bill Roper ness so thick that he was uncertain
stood listening. Outside two shots he had found the landmark until he cuit of the corral, and came again
Who man the forts that guard
to where Shoshone’s pony stood, she
rang, a moment apart, as Shoshone had touched it with his hands.
Suez.
saw that Shoshone Wilce no longer
shot the tied ponies free; then sound­
A faint line of grey was already
sat
the
saddle.
At
first
she
thought
ed a swift crackle of the ice crust
A quarter million strong they fare
appearing on the rim of the world,
that he had tied his pony and walked
under their hoofs as two horses gal­
gleaming
To
Libya
colony's
and a whisky-jack was calling rauc­
away; but as she came nearer she
loped down-valley, and Roper knew
strands.
ously somewhere in the scrub pine.
saw that the little man was down
that Shoshone and Jody Gordon were
“It’s almost daylight already," in the snow, huddled against the And thence to swarm by land and
on their way.
air
Bill Roper estimated that he bad Jody Gordon said, fear in her voice. rough brush ot the corral barrier.
THE «MOKE OF SLOWER-BURNING CAMELS CONTAINS
'Cross Egypt's leagues of desert
“
If
he
doesn
’
t
come
soon
—
if
he
a few seconds left Unhurriedly, al­
Jody sprang forward, calling out
sands.
doesn
’
t
come
—
”
most leisurely, he picked up the
b*s name.
She broke off, unable to go on.
gun dropped by the man in the
She sprang forward, calling out Suez at last! No victory's throne'
bunk, and thrust it in his own belt “Half an hour,” Shoshone Wilce his name, and there was a meaning­
No flash of arms! No bugles
After that he collected three or four said. “We’ll wait half an hour.”
less, nightmarish quarter of a min­
clear!
“And then—?”
other weapons in a brief search that
ute while her pony reared backward Seventy thousand captives drone,
“We’ve got to go on.”
seemed perfunctory, yet was effec­
from the sudden jerk upon its bridle
“Mussolini, we are here I”
than the average of the 4 other
"I can’tl Not if he doesn't come, and had to be quieted before she
tive because of his own practiced
-W F. Dix
We
’
ll
have
to
go
back.
We
’
ll
have
knowledge of where a range rider is
largest-selling cigarettes tested
could advance again.
ape to put his gun. These he kicked to try—”
“Shoshone! What’s the matter?
PREPAREDNESS
— less than any of them —ac­
“He said go on. We have to d« Are you—are you—?”
into a little heap beside the door,
Hi—
___ _
Shoshone's voice
so that he would know where they like he said. ”, __________
Shoshone's eyes were half open;
cording
to independent scien­
I saw a fellow walking up ari<.
dropped to a curious fierce whisper. he was not asleep, but he did not
were.
tific tests of the smoke itself.
The man with the wounded arm “Whatever happens—you remember answer. And now as she dropped down a gangplank naked, blindfold
ed and wearing a roller skate on one-
spoke thickly. "You’D never get out that! You have to go on!”
to her knees beside him in the snow
They waited then, while five min- she saw that a bright trickle of red foot and a greased pad on the other
of here alive,” he told Roper.
When I asked, “What’s the idea?"
"I wouldn't worry about that, was
had traced a line from the corner
he replied, "I’m just getting myself
I you,” Roper said. He slammed
of
his
mouth,
crcokedly
across
his
THIS IS A
into condition for the next depres
another harmless shot over the
chin.
sion.”
—Zoops.
speaker's head, interestingly close
“Shoshone ”
• • •
to the man’s scalp. He needed a
In the ugly panic that swept her
“Germans Predict England Will
continued sound of action at the
it was many seconds before she
Fold.”—headline.
Nonsense.
It’s
cabin to draw the outposts in, so
could fully comprehend that Sho­
been off the fold standard for
that Shoshone and Jody Gordon
shone Wilce was dead.
A MASK Of
months.
would have their chance to get clear.
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