Thursday, July 16, 1942
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plus the cull U> armed service, al
most ull traveling pro basketball
teums will disband this yeur
. .
Al Blozls, Georgetown's record-
breaking shot putter and ace foot
ball tackle, bus turned down till of
fers to play pro footbull next full,
lie Is working in u New Jersey
chemical plant . .
Foot bull mid
skiing are the moat dangerous
sports, according to Dr William
S. I’crhuni of Yule's health depart
ment
. Illackic Lammano's
contract has been torn up by the
Cincinnati Red*
'Die rookie was
given u new contract with a salary
increase.
Wilhelm Kunar, German Ameri
Lieut Comm. Jimmy Crowley,
can bund leader, who wan caught former Fordham couch, is stationed
In Mexico after fleeing from an ra-
ut the University of North Carolina
plonagr indictment In I'onnci tl< ut,
Naval pre-flight training school . .
la shown an hr appeared In federal The New York Yankees have had
court to answer for draft law viola no official captain since Lou Gehrig
tion. He had been held on ball of
left the team .
During Bill Ter
>50,<MI0.—Soundplioto.
ry's 10 ycurs u* manager of the
New York Giants, the Giants won
NO GAN Vi < lit III EM
114 end lost 103 against the Dixlgers
Threats of gasoline lationing . . , Nobody ever ha* hit u ball
don't scarr W H Dictchmun of out of Yunkee Stadium. Jimmy
Kenaax City, Mo. He drove i>00 Foxx drove one into the corner of
miles lust week without using u the top deck of tiie left held stand.
. . . Ken Silvestri, former catcher
drop.
He collects antique automobiles for the White Sox und Yankees, now
and his latest find complete with Is u buck private at Fort Custer.
four gtxxl used tires was a 1923 Mich. . . When her husband took a
defense job. Mr* Earl Eckert of
Stanley steamer.
"Water Is plentiful and she gets Santa Cruz. Calif, assumed hi
50 miles to the gallon of kero duties as golf professional at tl.
l’asa Tiempo Country club.
sene." he explained.
PATRICIA DOW
Dave Bruce, out of a Job. arrives at
Wilbur Ferna' Cross-Bar ranch Curran,
the foreman, promise» him a Job If he
< >i break a horse called Black Dawn,
a notorious killer He succeeds, but real
ize» that Curran expected the horse to
kill hlrn
Hr tells Curran he can keep
his Job Curran. In turn, strike* out at
Dave, but misses
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The I'KU Khaw, after being entirely reconditioned at a Weal coast
navy yard, haa had her first trial run. The Khaw, which was badly
damaged In the Pearl Harbor attack of December 7, made the trip to
the navy yard with a talar bow. A new bow waa awaiting her upon
arrival. Photo ahowa the Khaw during the trial run.
Extend U. S.-Brazilian Agreement
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SINK YOUR
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SAVINGS
STAMPS
The United Ktatea haa extended ita stabilisation agreement with Bra
sil. This soundphoto, taken In Washington, shows, left to right: Dr.
F. D. Santos, director of exchange. Bank of Brasil (seated); Secretary
of the Treasury Henry Morgenthau Jr.; Minister Fernando Lobo, charge
d'affaires of Brasil; (standing) Harry D. White, director of monetary
research of the U. H. treasury, and Enrico Penleado, financial attache
of the Brasilian embassy.
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Bui that blow didn't land. It passed
harmlessly by Dave's head, and
next instant Dave had let Curran
have one that caught the big fore
man on the mouth and sent him
rocking backward. Roars of de
light broke from the throat* of the
onlookers.
Dave turned from the yelling
Mexicans U> Wilbur Ferri*. "Yeah,
you got a swell way with strang
ers," he said He stooped, retrieved
hi* belt and buckled it on. He
glanced at Curran, who was just
beginning to come back to con
sciousness. "I ain't askin’ you how
or why, but you knew that horse
was a killer and you wanted sport.
Weil. I reckon you've had it. I'm
ridin’."
Ignoring Ferris' apologetic mum
ble. he moved toward his bay. He
had reached its side when a re
newed outburst of excitement
among the Mexicans caused him to
turn.
A rider was galloping toward the
corral, the horse traveling at rac
ing speed. The horse came on like
a whirlwind, and a slim young rid
er drew rein outside the corral,
leaped to the ground, and left the
reins trailing.
“Lois! Lois!” shouted the Mexi
cans.
Curran was rising to his feet,
looking about him in a dazed way.
The newcomer ignored him.
She looked like a boy with her
short crop of fair hair, her stained
denim overalls, and the worn chaps
with shoes that were mere strips of
leather partly covering the feet.
Dave wasn't sure until she spoke,
and her voice was vibrant with in
dignation:
“Black Dawn! What have you
done to Black Dawn?”
She was looking at the horse,
which stood with down-hanging
I head and made no move toward
' her. The rest of the remuda, as
if recognizing her, came moving
toward her in a body, nickering,
and attempting to nuzzle her
through the fence. She turned in
dignantly to Wilbur Ferris.
“What have you done with Black
Dawn?" she asked.
“Why, you see, Lois, this here
' feller has broke Black Dawn,” an-
I swered the ranchman, indicating
Dave.
“Broke him? Nobody could break
Black Dawn!” cried the girl. “He's
mine! You asked me to come down
and ride him for you and help with
the other horses."
"That horse is a killer.” Dave
spoke up. “That feller Curran told
me I'd get a job here if I broke
him. I reckon I've broke him. But
I ain’t workin' here.”
“You beast! You coward! He's
mv horse!” cried the girl.
In an instant she had scrambled
over the fence and was standing
beside the black, fondling his head
and rubbing the sweat-stained nose.
And Dave noticed a strange thing.
For the other horses had gathered
about the girl, and were stretching
out their heads to be stroked and
she took
I nipping gently at her. of But
only
not the least notice ' them,
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of Black Dawn.
What was it all about? Dave
couldn't understand, But he saw
two of the Mexicans move forward
and begin to let down the bars
of the corral gate, while neither
Ferris nor Curran uttered another
word.
The bars were down now. But
not one of the unbroken herd made
i a move for freedom. Instead, they
remained, clustered about the girl
as she stood with her arm about
Black Dawn's neck.
The girl leaped upon Black
Dawn's back. Without bridle or
even halter, she guided him to
ward the entrance by the pressure
of her knees. As the horse passed
through, the rest of the remuda
followed, one by one, the Mexican*
scattering before them.
Only Curran made a movement
to intercept the herd. And the girl,
Lois, leaned forward and whispered
in Black Dawn's ear Instantly the
horse was once a demon of fury.
He wheeled, neck outstretched,
teeth gleaming. Curran staggered
backward and collapsed in a heap
beside the corral, and next moment
the last of the herd was through.
With the girl leading on Black
Dawn, the whole herd started at •
quick lope across the valley, leav
ing Dave standing, astounded, be
side his bay. He saw that the Mexi
cans were crossing themselves as
they looked after the horses. Fer
ris came up to him.
“Ride? Yeah, you'd best ride!”
snarled the ranchman. “You ride
hard and fast and keep a'goin*. It
won't be healthy for you to show
"Broke him?
Nobodv could break Black Dawn!
your face in these parts again.”
“Don't worry, Ferris. I’m leav
in’ you. Where I'm goin’ is my
business,” Dave answered.
He placed foot in stirrup, threw
his leg across the back of the bay,
and started along the valley in the
direction that the herd had taken.
He quickened his bay to a gallop.
The herd was about a quarter of a
mile ahead. Dave could see the
girl on the black, leading it, and
noticed that every movement of
the animals was perfectly co-ordi
nated. It was as if the mind of the
girl controlled and directed the
mass mind of the horses.
He rode the bay harder. He was
overtaking the herd now, keeping
well outside the clustered mass of
horses. Now he was abreast of it,
and now he was almost level with
Black Dawn in the lead.
If the girl saw him, she seemed
unaware of his presence. She was
loping steadily on. and the horses
kept their unbroken formation be
hind her. The neck of the valley
was in plain sight, with the roofs
of Mescal not far away. A wagon
trail came into view, with a branch
ing trail running across the valley
and winding up toward the heights
above.
At the branch, Lois suddenly
pulled in, though she had no reins
in her hands. The herd came to a
stop without a word of command.
Lois sat the black, waiting for Dave
to ride up.
He reined in beside her and raised
his hat. He looked into her face.
The bard-set eyes of gray like his
own. flashed like stormy pools as
they met his.
“I wanted you to understand how
it came about,” said Dave. “I'd
just rode up to Ferris’ ranch, hop
in’ to strike a job. Curran told me
I could have one if I could break
Black Dawn. I didn't know the
horse was yours. I thought they
was all Ferris’ broncs.
“After I got on his back I saw
he was a killer. It was his life
against mine. I broke him. and he
pretty near broke me. That’s all
I got to say except I hope you un
derstand.”
“That's all you’ve got to say?”
asked the girl.
“I'm askin' you to accept my
apologies for what I done. Don’t
seem to me there ought to be hard
feelings between us.”
“Your feelings don’t interest me
one mite, stranger,” the girl an
swered. “There's Mescal, over
there.” She pointed. “I reckon
that's your way. My way lies
over yonder.” She pointed up the
branching trail. "You ride on and
don't cross my path again. Good
morning.”
Dave couldn’t see the touch of her
knees upon the flanks of the black,
but instantly it had wheeled and
was loping along the trail that ran
up toward the mountains. And in
stantly the whole remuda had
wheeled and followed in its tracks.
Before Dave quite realized it, he
was sitting on his bay alone, watch
ing the rapidly disappearing herd
thudding across the grass.
He sat there with his eyes on it
until it vanished from sight be
hind a long hogback. He saw it
appear again, toy horses running
in the wake of the black, and rap
idly approaching the sage patches
and the scrub that clothed the base
of the foothills.
It was barely two hours since he
had ridden up to Ferris' ranch. The
sun was still high in the sky The
things that had happened in those
two hours seemed now incompre
hensible and almost like a dream.
He was aware that he was aching
from head to foot after his tussle
with the black. And his knuckles
were bleeding from their contact
with Curran's teeth.
The valley narrowed, the track
ascended. Once over the neck Dave
saw the little cowtown huddled on
either bank of a muddy stream,
with the arid, sage-covered lands
on either side of it, stretching away
endlessly toward the mountains.
Mescal was not much different
from the other cowtowns Dave had
ridden through on hl* journey south
ward.
Rather smaller, uglier,
dirtier, but the same half-dozes
stores with their false fronts, a sa
loon masquerading as a hotel, and
a few frame or adobe houses sei
down on lots of all sorts of angles
to one another.
A swinging sign that creaked dis
mally in the wind, proclaimed the
hotel to be the WAYSIDE REST.
Four horses were tethered to th«
rack in front of it. They were the
only living things visible in the
short, dusty street.
Dave rode round and found the
inevitable rusty, galvanized iron
tank, fed with a trickle of water
from a pipe. He gave his bay a
drink, placed him alongside the oth
er* at the rack. Then pushing open
the swinging doors of the saloon, he
went inside. Two men were seated
at a table.
One was an individual of middle
age, wearing striped trousers and a
faded cutaway coat, with a ring od
hi* little finger and a pearl pin in
his tie. The other was an elderly
man with a shock of gray hair un
der his dilapidated hat, an unkempt
beard, and clothes that might have
been exchanged with any average
scarecrow without either getting
the better of the bargain.
Upon a wait was a notice, ap
parently struck off from a hand
press, the ink smeared all over the
paper. It announced the sale, at
an early date, of a valuable ranch
property of two thousand acres, un
der foreclosure.
Dave poured himself a small drink
from the bottle that the barkeep
handed him and filled up with gin
ger ale. The barkeep and the Mex
icans watched him drink in silence.
Dave had just set down his glass
when there came an explosive out
burst from the old man at the table.
“You can't do that to me, Loner
gan!” he shouted. “It’s twelve
years since you brought me here,
and you can't put me out this way,
with the girl you—”
“One word more, you old fool,
and you'll be sorry you opened your
mouth,”
snapped
the
other.
“Twelve years? Yes. it’s twelve
years, and the ranch has gone to
rack and ruin. You haven’t begun
to pay off the principal, and now
you’re a year behind with the in
terest. I'm tired of you. Hooker.
You’re just a drunken pest, giving
a bad name to the district Hook
er. you're through.”
Both men had risen to their feet
Old Hooker, blind with rage,
swayed across the table.
“So that's what you think. Loner
gan, is it?” he sneered. “Well, it
may be that you're wrong.” Dave
noticed that in spite of the old
man’s condition his accents were
those of a man of education. “I
havep't lived in Mescal twelve
years for nothing. Lonergan. It
may be you'll change your mind
when you look into it”
“You doddering old fool!" shout
ed the other, drawing his hand
smartly across Hooker's face.
The blow was not a severe one,
but old Hooker, reeling back, lost
his footing and fell, bringing down
his chair in the crash. Next mo
ment Dave was at Lonergan's side,
hand gripping his shoulder. He
swung him around.
“You ain't partic'lar about pick
in’ somebody your own age for
flghtin’, are you, Lonergan?” he
asked.
Lonergan
whitened,
backed.
“Who are you, and what are you
butting into this business for?” he
shouted.
“No business of mine at all,” ad-f
mitted Dave. “I thought you was
lookin’ for a fight. But I guess
you're the kind that likes to play
sure and safe.”
“He owes me two hundred dollars
back interest on his mortgage and
he hasn't got a cent to his name,”
shouted Lonergan. “Drinks up ev
ery cent he makes in this saloon.
I'm tired of him—if it’s any busi
ness of yours. And we don't like
strangers interfering with our af
fairs in Mescal.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Many men who boast that they
7. Sir Isaac Newton.
say just what they think, never
8. The Bible.
9. In England in the 17th cen- really think; if they did, they
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>: 10. "Variety Theatre.”
He: "Now that we are married
1. The Frankish kingdom.
Postponing duties until tomor perhaps I might venture to point
2. $10,000,000.
row postpones promotion much out a few of your little defects.”
She: “Don’t bother dear. I am
3. Canada.
longer.
quite aware of them. It was those
4. Approximately 2,300 miles.
5. Elias Howe.
"No” is seldom an answer but little defects that prevented me
Th*s is the way the agricultural situation looks to the V. S. Dept, of Agriculture, bureau
from marrying a much better man
5. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, often a challenge.
than you are.”
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of agricultural economics, «s the farmers of the country enter the second half of the all-im Emile Gaboriau, Edgar Allen Poe,
¡Wilkie Collin.
portant food production year of 1942.
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