Paqe 6
SOUTHERN OREGON MINER
LAN
Friday, July II, 1941
Release
Lt MAY
INSTALLMENT 17
Dusty King and Lew Gordon had built
bp a vast string of ranches. King was
killed by his powerful and unscrupulous
competitor. Ben Thorp«. Bill Roper.
King s adopted son. was determined to*
avenge his death tn spite of the opposi-
THE STORY SO FAR:
was captured by Leather« and Kan«,
Uor. by his sweetheart. Jody Gordon, and
her father. After wiping Thorpe out of
two ut Thorpe'» man. Leathers’ girl.
T>xas. Roper conducted a great raid
Marquita. loved Roper Sh« mad« a des­
upon Thorpe's vast herds in Montana
perate but futile effort to sav« him. Th«
Both Thorpe and Lew Gordon placed
men were pteparing to hang Roper when
heavy rewards upon Roper s head He
they heard the sound of running horses.
•
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for any room. Even Ihr beginner
til AMINS AND WORKERS
will find thia simple und ph-nxunt
("A Minneapolis factory has
to do.
• • •
bri-a feeding its workers vita­
Pattern 27117 contains a transfer patlrm
min and halibut oil pills to pro­
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tect their health and give them
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quired. Send your order to:
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A happy factory is ours—
Sewing t irria Naedlerrait Hept.
We do not mind the daily toll;
Ill Minna Nt.
Nan Franrlsco, Calif.
We like the boss nnd he likes us—
Enclos« IS cur Is In coins tor Pat­
It's largely done by liver oil;
We work and do it with a song,
tern No...................
Our faces are a sea of grins;
Nani« ..................................................... .
No task is ever hard for us—
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We do it all through vitamins!
II
A carefree family we are—
We skip and frolic to our work;
We chortle as we punch the clock—
And never feel the urge to shirk;
We gaily sing, tru la. tra loo.
And do our tasks quite merrily—
Wilkes had n serious complaint
We feel affection for the boss
to muke to his landlord,
Through vitamins from A to Z.
"It's the people in the flat alrove
HI
me!” he stormed. "They won't
We thrill to hear the wheels go
give me a minute’s peace.
This
’round—
morning at one o’clock they were
L'ASY
stitchcry
—
a
little
time
—
We dash around like busy bees;
and this appealing panel is jumping up and down on the iloor
The corporation can not do
us hard ns they could, I won’t
A single thing that will not please; ready to be hung up—a brightener
put up with such behavior, It’s an
We hate to hear the whistle toot
outrage!"
To tel! us that it’s time to quit;
The landlord looked aympa-
The little pills we daily take
tlietic.
Make each one love to do his bit.
Friendship is like rivers, nnd
"They woke you up, I presume?”
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the strand of seas, and the air, he inquired.
An extra hour doesn't count­
common to all the world; but ty­
The victim shook his head.
We feel no urge to watch the
rants, and evil customs, wars, nnd
"No. I hadn't gone to bed.”
clock;
"Ah! You were working lute?”
want of love, have made them
When there's an extra task to do
proper and peculiar. — Jeremy
"Yes. I was practicing on my
We have the wallop and the sock;
saxophone!”
Taylor
What if we labor overtime?
What if the perspiration flows?
A little oil of halibut
At noontime keeps us on our toes.
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What if the time for lunch is brief?
There is the thrill of getting back
And finding vitamins to give
To us the vigor that we lack;
The joy of honest toll we feel.
Reacting to its many thrills—
A worker isn't quite himself
Without his capsules and his pills.
VI
To agitators we are deaf—
We pay no heed to what they say;
Their arguments are quite un­
heard—
Thanks to the vitamin called A;
Should we be urged to call a strike.
AL MCKILLIP
The impulse we proceed to kill
By paying no attention as
¡'irc/fhiH
We blithely take another pill.
VII
So three cheers for our gracious
boss!
And three more for the good old
shop!
We find that working Is such fun—
It pains us when we have to stop;
In vitamins we put our trust
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Instead of union concepts new;
How happy would we workers be
If all our leaders took ’em too!
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CHAPTER XXII—Continued
Bill Roper started to say, “Jody, downed Jim Leathers. The sobs that
Jim Leathers, in spite of his warn­ how on earth—”
convulsed her were dying off now,
ing to Kane, made no effort to move
Jody did not seem to see him; she leaving her deeply fatigued, and pro­
out of the light. Standing square in appeared to be thinking only of the foundly shaken.
the door, he drew his gun. A bul­ slim youngster whom the cowboy
“You might as well get up now,”
let splintered into the casing beside carried. The cowboy laid the limp Marquita said. 1 Her soft Mexican
him as the report of a carbine sound­ figure on the floor of the kitchen, slur gave an odd I turn to the blunt
ed from somewhere beyond. Jim ripped off his own neckerchief and American words she used. "Th*
Leathers fired twice; then stepped spread it over the youngster's face. fight's over; and I 111 at boy you've
inside, closed and barred the heavy
Jody Gordon methodically shut the got there is dead as a herring.”
door.
door. Then she dropped to the floor
With a visible effort Jody Gor-
For a moment the eyes of Kane beside the fallen youngster, lifted
don pulled herself together, and gen­
and Leathers questioned each other. his head into her lap, and gave
tly lowered the head of the dead
way to a violent sobbing. The high-
"Dry Camp Pierce,” Kane said.
boy to the floor. She got up shakily,
keyed nervous excitement that had
"Naturally."
and for a moment looked at Mar­
“If it don't beat hell that they sustained her through the hard ne­ quita.
should land in at just this minute—” cessities of action was unstrung
"Why did you come here?" Mar­
Leathers was very cool and quiet abruptly, now that her work was quita asked at last Her voice con­
done;
it
left
nothing
behind
it
but
a
now. Deliberately he pulled on his
tinued gently curious—nothing more.
sheepskin. “Get out the back, un­ great weariness, and the bleak con­
"I knew Billy Roper was alive,”
tie the ponies and get your man sciousness that this boy was dead Jody told her. “Because I was
because
of
her.
aboard.”
watching when Leathers left Fork
Roper and the King-Gordon cow­ Creek with him. I already knew
“Jim, seems like we stand a bet­
ter chance here, way we are. than boy stood uncertainly for a moment they meant to take him to Ben
Then the cowboy picked up Leath­
running in the open, what with—”
Thorpe at Sundance, for the reward.
"They’ll burn us out if we try to ers where he lay struggling for • That would be death, to him. And I
breath,
carried
him
into
the
back
hold. Get going, you!”
knew they meant to stop over here
room and put him down on a bunk.
on the way. So I got the boys, from
Dragging Roper after him. Kane
For a moment he hesitated; then
our Red Butte camp, and I comt
plunged into the dark of the back
closed the door between the two
on . . .”
room. He swore as he rummaged
rooms, leaving Jody alone.
for his rifle, his sheepskin.
“You are a very foolish little
“Seems like the kid got Jim Leath­
girl," Marquita said. “Luck saved
Leathers neither swore nor hur­
ers; but Jim Leathers got the you; but if this
camp had been full
ried. Moving deliberately, he blew
kid."
of men. it would have been suicide. • •
out one lamp, hobbled across the
“
Daid?
”
Old
Joe
asked.
room to the other. Then all hell
"Wouldn't you have done the
“Deader'n hell! Jody takes it aw­
broke loose at once.
same?”
ful
hard.
”
The single frosted pane of the ten-
Marquita shrugged impatiently. "I
The cowboy cut loose Bill Roper's
inch window at the end of the room
feel very sorry for you." she said.
hands,
and
together
they
lifted
Old
.
smashed out with a brittle ring of
“Why?"
falling glass. In the black aperture
“Because I think you are in love
appeared the face of a boy, pale
with this Billy Roper.”
and wild-eyed, so young-looking that
“Why do you say that?”
he might almost have been called a
“Es claro," Marquita said. "It is
child. The heavy .44 with which he
plain. And it's a pity; because this
had smashed the window thrust
kind of man is not for you."
through the broken pane; it blazed
At first Jody Gordon did not an­
out heavily, twice.
swer. But behind the softness of
Jim Leathers, staggering back-
Marquita's voice was a cogency as
wards as if he had been hit with a
strange as her American words— a
log ram, fired once, from the level
cogency that would not be ignored.
of his belt The face vanished, but
Here Jody found herself facing a
a moment after it was gone the
woman whom she could not possibly
hand that held the gun dangled limp
have understood. Marquita’s care­
within the room. Then the gun thud­
less. even reckless mode of life, her
ded on the floor, and the lifeless
uncoded relationships with men—
hand disappeared.
there was not an aspect of Mar­
As Leathers went down, a broken
quita's life which did not deny ev­
roar of guns broke out in the store­
ery value of which Jody was aware.
room. Leathers groped for his gun,
Marquita appeared to thrive and
tried to rise, but could not
flower in a mode of life in which
Roper, who had been dragged into
Jody incorrectly believed she her­
the dark storeroom by Red Kane,
self would have died.
felt the swift sting of the wind as the
“I don’t understand you."
back door was smashed open, and
Marquita's
glance swept the room
was able to tear free as the guns
—the bare chinked walls, the dead
began.
He stumbled over piled
boy. Her glance seemed to go be­
sacks, and flattened himself against
yond the door, where they were
the wall. The blind blasting in the
dressing Old Joe's wound; beyond
dark of the back room lasted long
the walls, to the cold wind-swept CANDIDATES FOR THE FIRING
enough for three guns to empty
SQUAD
prairie, where men still rode this
themselves. Their smashing voices
A
heavy
round
of
shot and shell
night, though morning was close.
"Now you go and keep Miss
fell silent with an odd suddenness,
I favor for the lubber
“
What
do
you
know,
”
she
said
—
Gordon
company."
as suddenly as they had opened.
Who in the rain steps on my heel
"what can you know of the lives of
In the dark a voice said, “In God's
And thus removes my rubber.
Joe onto the other bunk. Roper cut these men?
name let’s have a light!”
—Malcolm Burdette.
Marquita free.
After what seemed a long time a
Jody lifted her head, then, and
“Get me that kettle of water of! looked at Marquita; and again the
match flared uncertainly, and Rop­
"Jimmy and I are adults. So we
er’s quick glance estimated the the stove," Bill Roper ordered Mar­ simple words and the mask-like face talked it over like grown people and
quita;
and
when
she
had
brought
it
changed situation. In the back room
of Marquita seemed to have a mean­ decided to stay friends instead of
now two men were down—Red Kane he said, “Now you go and keep Miss ing for which she groped. In the being married."—Mrs. Betty Comp-
and another whom Roper immedi­ Gordon company for a little while." silence that followed, it came to
Marquita left them, closing the Jody that the night's fighting was ton Walker.
ately recognized as an old King-
You married folks all understand
door behind her.
Gordon cowboy called Old Joe.
not yet over, that she must still fight how it is, don't you?
Old Joe kept talking to them in a for herself and for Bill—and some­
The dim flicker of the match was
• • •
augmented to a steady glow as a gaspy sort of way, as they did what how for that foolish house in Ogalla­
L. B. Cruden says that Musso­
la, with its tall tower overlooking
lantern was found and lighted. Rop­ they could for his wound.
lini is conducting an all-out (of
er did not recognize the other man
“The kid was scared to death to the plain.
Africa) war.
in the room—the cowboy who had come. Jody seen that, and tried to
• • •
“Do you ride with them?” the
lighted the lantern with one hand, send him back, with some trumped- gentle, inexorable voice went on.
“Don't forget the Scouts’ annual
his smoking six-gun still ready in up message or something. Natural­ “Do you share their blankets? Do banquet Tuesday night. Now that
the other.
ly he seen through that and wouldn't you ride under their ponchos in the you know the date and that you are
The stranger stooped over Old go. Now most likely she blames rain? Where are you when their to bring your sweetheart or some­
herself that he's daid. Lucky tor us guns speak? Who prays for them at body else’s sweetheart, we will tell
Joe. “You hurt bad?”
that Leathers’ main outfit wasn't dawn, knees down in this God-for­
“It’s only my laig, my laig.”
you all about the big affair.”—Boy
The other stepped over the inert here.”
saken snow?”
Scout Pioneer.
body of Kane to the door, and sur­
“You mean just you three was go­
Marquita paused, and her body
Is that a nice way to talk to a Boy
veyed the silent kitchen.
ing to jump the whole Leathers out­ swung, lazily assured, across a Scout?
“Jim Leathers! Somebody got Jim fit, and the Walk La sham cowboys. shadowy angle of the room toward
• • •
Leathers, and got him hard!”
too?”
Yehudi Menuhin, famous violinist,
the closed door that had hid Roper,
He stepped back into the rear
“Not three—four,” Old Joe said, working now over the wounded men. gave his last concert in New York
room. “You’re Bill Roper, aren't "Don't ever figure that girl don’t the doorposts and it seemed to Jody, recently before being called in the
you? Where’« the others?”
pull her weight. We been laying up watching her, as if Marquita wer« draft. We feel that before it takes
“There aren’t any others. They here on the hill since before dusk. a barrier between what might have the concert violinists the govern­
all went out on Dry Camp’s trail, She aimed we should use the same been Jody's, and that she had lost ment should take some of the saxo­
after his raid day before yesterday.” stunt you used at Fork Crick—bust now.
phone players.
"No others here? You sure?”
By the way, does a bull fiddler get
into ’em just before daylight Then
"You don’t have to bar the door,”
“Kane and Leathers are the only somebody fires off a gun down here,
exemption
on the ground his fiddle
she said.
ones here.”
is dependent on him?
and she loses her haid, and we come
Marquita's
hands
came
away
from
• • •
Old Joe. both hands clasped on on down. It was her smashed her
his smashed leg, spoke between set horse against the door, trying to the doorposts. “I know I don't.”
PORTRAIT OF THE DIZZY ZONE
The words were so indolently ca-
teeth. “Where’s Jody? For God’s bust it in. She blindfolded him with
"Crowds packed Lincoln Road to
sake find Jody!”
her coat—threw it over his haid— denced that they might have been see the presentation of the new film.
The King-Gordon cowboy whom and poured on whip and spur, and spoken in Spanish. And at their soft Many notables were introduced.
Roper did not know, went out, his she bangs into the planks. Broke his assurance something awoke in Jody Slapsie Maxie Rosenbloom got ter­
spurs ringing with his long strides. neck, most like; cain’t see why she Gordon . . . Something was still rific applause.
Everybody knew
worth fighting for. Perhaps it had him. Then came a courtly old gen­
“Jody isn’t here,” Roper told Old wasn’t killed—’’
nothing to do with Bill Roper, but it tleman from Indiana. He, too, was
Joe disgustedly. “She got loose two
“Just you four,” Roper marveled,
flowed deep into the roots of her introduced but the applause was
days ago.”
"were going to tackle the whole
“The hell she isn’t here! She come works, not even knowing how many life; deeper than her life with one mild. His name was George Ade.”
man—with any man—could ever —Miami Herald.
here with us!”
were here?”
flow.
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“With you? But you’re from Gor­
"We tried to tell her it couldn't be
don’« Red Butte camp, aren't you? I done. But you can’t talk any sense
As Jody looked at Marquita,
Cuba has just had a near-revolt.
thought Jody went to Mile« City with into a woman, once she gets a no- strange things came to her, that she It had been getting along so peace­
Shoshone Wilce.”
herself could not have put into fully that it was beginning to lose
tion in her nut.”
“She never went to Miles. She
words. She knew that Marquita and prestige in the modern.world.
knew Leathers was bringing you
all
her kind would presently pass.
• • •
CHAPTER XXIII
here, from what she’d heard him
Perhaps Bill Roper, like all the rest
RACE CHART STUFF
say. She come to us, because we
of his bold riders, must also pass; Pony Ballet......................... Can Step.
Marquita, closing the door of the
was the K-G camp nearest here,
but now suddenly Jody knew that Coffeespoon......... May be taken out.
storeroom behind her, for some mo­
and she wouldn’t hear of nothing but
whatever else might vanish from Pair of Dice......................................
ments stood looking down at Jody
we come and try to crack you loose.
this prairie, what she herself stood
........ Always dangerous anywhere.
Gordon.
for would remain. When she spoke
Shoshone Wilce—he’s daid.”
Silent Witness....................................
Jody still sat on the floor, upon
at last, she scarcely recognized her
Bill Roper was dazed. "I thought
................ Coupled with Yes or No.
her lap the head of the boy who had
own voice. “I guess I was wrong,”
—I thought—”
Cherry Jam... .Looks like a spread.
she said. Her words had a strange
The other cowboy now came
Ship Biscuit................. Hard to crack
echo of Marquita’s own directness.
tramping back into the cabin, an
• • •
"You’re Bill Roper’s girl—is that
awkward burden in his arms; and
"Wanted—Stenographer; person­
what you wanted to tell me?”
this time Jody Gordon herself fol­
ality, good looks and brains. 321
The dance hal) girl’s words fell
lowed close upon his heels. Her
Herald Building."—Phoenix Repub­
softly, “Si, that is what I wanted
face was set, and the sharp flush
lic.
know."
you
to
across her cheekbones did not con­
Man wants little here below.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
ceal her fatigue
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MAtK OF FINE FICTION
Perhaps llis Neighbors
If ere Only Keeping Time
Common Friendship
helps keep me
ready to go!’’
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Report, that which no evil thing
of any kind is more swift, in­
creases with travel and gains
strength by its progress.—Vergil.
Paying Debt
There are but two ways of pay­
ing debt—increase of industry in
raising income, increase of thrift
in laying out.—Carlyle.
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GRANTING a woman’s reputation for wise buying, let's trace the
methods by which she has earned it. Where does she find out about
the advantages and details of electrical refrigeration?What tells her
how to keep the whole household clesn — rugs, floors, bathroom
tiling — and have energy left over for golf and parties? How does
she learn about new and delicious entrees and desserts that surprise
and delight her family? Where does she discover those subtleties
of dress and make-up that a man appreciates but never understands?
Why, she reads the advertisements. She is a consistent, thought­
ful reader of advertisements, because she has found that she can
believe them—and profit thereby. Overlooking the advertisements
would be depriving herself of data continuously useful in her job
of Purchasing Agent to the Family.
For that matter, watch a wise man buy a car or a suit or an insur­
ance policy. Not a bad shopper himself! He reads advertisements, tool