Thursday, October 29, 1936
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CHAPTER IX—Continued
—1 4 —
"Will he see again?”
“Jane, my girl, give me another two
weeks. If I thought anybody, anywhere,
would do anything more than I'm do
ing, I'd put him on the cars tonight.
It’s time, Jane, time.”
If Jane expected to get much In
formation about the Denison tire at
home, she was disappointed.
When
she reported it to her father, he was
silent—professing still to feel outraged
at her Insubordination. McCrossen was
more communicative, even sympathet-
tc: but he knew little about the fire.
After a painful night, Jane rose early
to go again into town. In the yard
she encounutered McCrossen.
“Ridin* out?” he asked.
“I am."
"I’ll saddle up for you."
"Have the horses been fed?"
"Yep."
“I'll saddle up myself."
“Your father rode over to the pas
tures with Page this mornin',” volun
teered McCrossen, walking alongside
Jane. She made no answer; indeed,
she rather quickened her pace; her
companion stepping up his own.
“Your father left word I was to
ride out with you, if you went off the
ranch.”
“I don't need anybody to ride out
with me.”
“I don’t care a rap what the old
man says. I’ll ride out with you if
you want me. If you don’t, say so."
“I don’t."
“O. K."
Jane undertook to mount.
"Look here, girlie!” said McCrossen
suddenly. "Why don’t you like me?”
Without further preface than a laugh
he caught her In his arms. “I’ll do
anythin’ to please you.”
Jane,
struggling
angrily,
stood
pinned. He laughed immoderately at
i her efforts to tear herself away. She
rained blows on him with her fists.
I "Let me go!” she panted. "I hate
you.”
Still laughing, he tried to talk down
her anger. She got away from him.
“Hate me as much as you like, Janie,
but I’m goin’ to have you. I’ll kill any
man that tries to take you away from
me,” he continued coolly. "I don’t
care a damn who he is—Just remember
that, girlie. And I’d kill you. too, if
you married another man.”
Canting, and furious with anger and
fear, she got into her hand the riding
whip dangling from her wrist and
lashed him across the face and head.
As she dashed away, McCrossen
1 drew paper and tobacco from his pock
et. rolled a cigarette, and licking the
paper’s edge as he looked after Jane
riding toward Denison's ranch, struck
a match, lighted up. and started for
the bunkhouse.
Jane, her heart beating tumultuous
ly, galloped swiftly along the trail,
completely upset by McCrossen’s bully
ing and the worry In her breast.
Instead of heading first for town, she
rode over to Denison’s ranch.
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The sight of the ranch house ruins
was a shock, even though she tried to
steel herself against It. A man down
near the corral was leading one of
Denison’s horses to the barn.
“Are you Ben Page?" asked Jane
abruptly.
"Yes’m."
“How did this happen. Ben?" she
asked sympathically.
"You tell.” he returned sullenly.
"Tell me all about it. Ren. I’m from
Gunlock and a friend of Bill Deni-
son's."
He regarded her with suspicion.
"Must be the only one he’s got over
there.” he growled.
Jane swallowed. “I hope it Isn’t as
bad as that.” she exclaimed. “What
caused this dreadful fire. Ben?"
“How the hell should I know?"
“Don’t know what caused the fire,
eh? Well, you ought to at least know
how to be civil to a lady. Since you
dont. I advise you to come over and
take a lesson from your brother Bull."
Jane galloped swiftly away, more than
ever upset mentally. Once in town, she
sought Dr. Carpy.
She encountered him in the street.
They walked together back to his of-
fice.
"How are you, Jane?” asked the doc-
tor.
"I just rode in from Bill’s. He has
Ben Page there looking after things,
and the insolent blockhead wouldn't
even answer me civilly when I tried
to find ont how It happened—so I
rode away Into town.”
“That fire has stirred Bill up terri
bly—out of all proportion to Its im-
portance. It maybe was done to annoy
aim.”
Jane looked frightened "Why. doc-
tor! What do you mean? Do you be-
. Heve the ranch house was set on fire?"
Carpy was taken aback He had said
more than he meant to.
"Why, no one
can tell for sure about that, of course.
Some drunken Indian might have set it
afire."
“To annoy Bill?” asked Jane incredu
lously.
“You can't tell," persisted the doc
tor, gathering courage as he proceeded.
“Bill may have made one of ’em mad
sometime—ordered him off the place
or something.
“How Is he coming on, doctor?”
"All right, so far. It'll take time to
tell the story, Jane, just’s I said.”
“Could I see him this morning, do
yon think?"
"If it was anybody else on earth,
the answer would be no. If you go
over, don't stay long, and tell Sister
Virginia It’s O. K. with me.” “Be back
here at twelve to take lunch with me—
promise?”
"I promise.”
“And remember”—Carpy raised the
forefinger of his right hand—“mum's
the word."
The utter absence of authentic de
talla concerning the cause of the fire
called for a more active effort on the
part of the imagination; and this in
turn indicated its stimulation at Jake
Spotts' bar. So the old guard were
gathered on this morning still discuss
ing the “outrage."
Among those grouped at the inner
end of Spotts' long bar were three vet
erans of the frontier. Henry Sawdy,
calm, portly, pulled reflectively at his
long-horned mustachios and fingered
his well-filled glass without raising It
to his lips. John Lefever, likewise
full-bodied as old port, whistling “sotto
vokey,” as Sawdy described it, twirled
his glass and listened for the next fire
theory offered by Jim McAlpin, the
thin, nervous, weather-beaten-faced liv
eryman.
Toward this trio there now saun
tered, coming in the front door, the
raw-boned, lantern-Jawed, unshaven
Bill Pardaloe.
"What's the last news, boys?" he
asked in a general appeal.
“Just like the first and that's nothin'
at all," said McAlpin. “Give me the
Three Veterans of the Frontier.
traded the sorrel to McCrossen about
■ year ago.
“That horse was over to Bill's place
maybe thirty-six to forty-eight hours
before Scott read the sign. The man
that rode that horse over to Denison's
night before last knows a lot about
who started that fire. Who rode It?"
“That horse, boys, has been rode by
Barney Rebstock since he's roosted
over at Gunlock with his old pal and
boss, Gus Van Tambel. After Bob fixed
on the sorrel, Pardaloe sends him up
around by Gunlock to scout the ques
tion, who rides the sorrel. Then Pard
aloe and I rode straight back to town
to send out Carpy. You see. Bob could
appear up at Gunlock casual-like and
ask questions and nobody would think
anythin’ about IL Bob rides in and out
there often.
“Of course, he had to be careful. But
there’s two honest men over there.
Bull Page and the Chink. Bob set down
In the kitchen for a cup of coffee—
hadn't had no breakfast—and buzzes
the Chink. Finally he cornea around
to the sorrel he’d traded In to the
ranch, and asks who rides It now.
‘Rebstock,' says the Chink.
“Then Bob waits for Bull Page.
He asks Bull whether he thinks there's
any chance to get McCrossen to trade
the sorrel back to him. Finally he
asks Bull who's ridin' the sorrel. Bull
says since Barney Rebstock come back,
he asked McCrossen if he could fasten
onto the sorrel and McCrossen said
yes.”
Sawdy paused again. There was a
general silence.
"That’s the story, boys.
No, hold
on ! Barney and Van Tambel left the
ranch at daylight this mornin’ for the
pastures, with Barney on the sorrel !”
"Story enough.” grunted McAlpin.
“But,” he continued. "Barney's pretty
cute. If he was goin’ to start a fire,
wouldn't he take somebody else's
horse ?”
“I thought that way for a while,”
intervened Pardaloe. “But Barney can
be careless, too—you know that, boys.
So I asked Bob to find out, was Barney
out that night of the fire; was the
sorrel out. Old Bull Is a nighthawk
around Gunlock—you know that. He
may have suspected what was in Bob's
mind, but be wouldn't give a whoop
anyway. He hates Barney like poison.
He told Bob that Barney was the only
man outside the bunkhouse that night.
And he heard him Tidin' away.”
Sawdy stopped the general discus
sion. "Boys, what you goin’ to do?”
Pardaloe rose. Some experience in
frontier courts of this kind had con
vinced him that it was time for a
sheriff or an ex-sheriff to be moving
on.
As a one-time representative of
the law laid down in statute books,
he felt it incumbent on himself to take
no further part in the deliberations.
“Run along. Bill,” nodded Sawdy.
“We'll see you later—maybe.“
With the ex-sheriff gone, Sawdy
called for opinion as to what, if any,
action should be taken.
“If any !” exclaimed McAlpin, echo
ing the words scornfully. “Man alive,
you know it ain't a question of ‘if any’
action. It’s a question of what kind
of action."
“Got a rope here, McAlpin?”
"Got 'em big and little, old and
new.”
“Don’t be too hard on Barney,” in
interposed Lefever. “The least you can
do is to soap the rope for him."
same, Oscar, with more bitters. Hold
“Don't misunderstand me, boys," in
on. boys! By the Lord, if I'm alive,
terposed Sawdy. “I want to string him
there comes Ben Page now,”
“Hey !
Ren !
This way." cried up and down a few times to get the
Sawdy as the stumpy bowlegged cow- story out of him. A little argument
man walked down the barroom towards like that’ll bring it."
“Boys.” said McAlpin. "I’ve an idea
them. "Come along and wet up.”
“Well, Ben.” demanded Sawdy. when you can catch Rebstock right here in
the glasses were set down, “what town. If be set the fire, be's got
money aplenty. It’s burnin' boles in
about the fire?”
his pockets. Catch your cat in the Red
“I jumped through the window."
Front saloon; call him out the back
Neither questions nor alcoholic stim- |
door; set him on a horse and ride him
illation could draw out more definite |
information than this. As to the origin | down to the bridge—that's gentlemanly
and private.”
of the blaze. Page had no theory or |
“It's the first time In your life, but
knowledge.
I guess you are right. McAlpin," said
The longer the group tarried, the I
Sawdy. "We've Just got to set the rope
more resentful they grew at the |
watch on Barney.”
thought of Bill Denison's being burned
Ten minutes later found the worthies
out. It was at last decided to let
Sawdy and Pardaloe ride to Deni concealed—except McAlpin, detained
at the barn—lined up at Jake Spott’s
son's together to make an “official In
vestigation." They took the Reserva | bar
Jake, still on crutches, was bobbling
tion trail and halfway out met Bob 1
around.
Scott riding Into town.
“How’s the leg. Jake?” asked Sawdy,
The two adventurer* halted Bob, ex
plained their errand, and asked him | to be polite.
“By rights 1 ought to be in bed, but
to join them.
Scott wheeled bls horse around, and | I can't afford It.”
“Have you sen Barney Rebstock this
the three galloped tor
Denison’s |
evenin’!” asked Lefever, casually.
ranch.
Spotts' face darkened—he, too, bated
That nicht, late, Sawdy. Lefever. Me-
"I ain't seen him, and don’t
Alpin, Pardaloe, and Ben Page met by j Barney
ask nothin’ like that to make me swear.
the dim light of a lantern in the stuffy
smelling harness room of McAlpin’s I Roys," he added, addressing the group,
“you know Panama spent a whole year
barn
tryin’ to break me of my bad habit of
-Boys," began Sawdy. gravely, when
the doors were carefully stint and out- I swearin’. Now, when It's too late for
er approaches examined. Its Just's him to know. I'm goin' to quit swearin’.
we figured—dirty work out at Bill’s | I give publie notice, here and now. if
ranch. It was lucky Pardaloe and I any d—d man gets me so angry I've
picked on Bob Scott. He’s magic on ' got to swear. I'm not goin’ to cuss him
trailin'. If It hadn't been for Bob, | out, like I used to. No I I'm Just goin’
Pardaloe and med been scratchin’ to lek h—l ont of him then and there,
so you fellows can tell the boys what
around Bill’s place yet. There wasn’t
a thing to show where or how the to expect '
At that moment the back screen door
fire started—the Job was too well done.
banged on its hinges and McAlpin,
But what couldn’t be covered op was
sharp-faced, keen-eyed, and out of
the ground sign in the yard. Who’d
been there last? Lucky for us, there breath, rushed Into the room. With
wa’n’t many horses’d been runnin’ much celerity and many pa tomi mie ges-
tures, the Scotsman drew Sawdy far
around the yard. Rob spotted three;
one was Music. Bill's horse—Ben's been into an empty comer of the saloon.
-What’s up. Scotty?"
ridin' her The other two were Gun-
“He’s in there,” whispered McAlpin.
lock horses, boys. One that Jane rides
He's in there right now!"
—that was fresh track. But there was
“Who?
older track—of a Gunlock horse.”
"Gunlock horse! echoed Lefever.
“Barney !
“Where !
la the murky light of the lantern
-In Boland’s saloon! I seen the sor-
Sawdy pulled his mustachio dellber-
st el y “A Gunlock horse,” be repeat rei standin’ nt the hitch rack la front
ed, "And It was the sorrel gelding
when I come along up street to Join
you here, so I went in. Hurry, he’s
that most of you’ve seen. Bob- knows
there !”
every horse In the billa by his hoofs,
and as luck would have it. he himselt
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Lesson for November 1
LAW, LOVE, AND TEMPERANCE
(International Temperance Sunday)
LESSON TEXT—Romans 13:1-14.
GOLDEN TEXT—It Is good neither to
eat flesh, nor to drink wine, nor any
thing whereby thy brother stumbleth.
Rom. 14:21.
PRIMARY TOPIC—Why We Keep Rules.
JUNIOR TOPIC—Junior Citizens.
INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOPIC
—What Shall We Do About Drinking?
YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOPIC
—Law, Love, and Temperance.
Revolution, political disorder, an
archy—these are words which char
acterize much of the world’s news
of our day. What should be our
attitude toward government? Should
a Christian participate in revolts
against government? These are
questions that stir the hearts of
men.
The Bible has an answer, and it
is found in our lesson for today.
Let us study it with care and seek
God’s message for us and for our
nation in these utterly confusing
days.
We consider together a portion
of Paul’s epistle to the Romans in
which, having laid his superb doc
trinal foundation, he turns to a
practical application. Let us ever
remember that while right doctrine
is necessary to right living, it is
never sufficient to hold the doctrine
and fail to permit it to control our
daily walk.
Good citizenship of the true type
is the result of staunch Christian
character. Much of the weakness
in our political and social life can
be traced to the neglect of the
things of God in the home, the
school, and the church.
Paul presents the Christian as
one who has the right attitude to
ward his neighbors, and toward his
own daily walk. The Christian is
I.
Politically-Intelligent and Loy
al (w. 1-7).
Lectures on political economy are
well worth while. School children
should learn to love and honor their
country. But for real intelligent
citizenship we must have a study
of God’s Word. For all govern
mental authority is dependent on
a God-given power. No man has
any right to rule over any other
man except as God delegates that
right to him.
No “divine right of kings” is justi
fied by this passage, but clearly it
does teach that government is or-
dained of God and functions by his
providence. To resist such author
ity is to resist God.
Must we always obey the govern
ment? Yes; until it commands us
to do that which is clearly contrary
to the laws of God. We do not
resist or question the authority of
any properly appointed govern
mental agency, no matter how
weak, or even wicked the agent
may be, as long as he acts as
“a minister of God . . . for good.”
Any government is better than an
archy. But no government has the
right to command any man to dis
obey God.
In our land we have a powerful
agency for the correction of govern
mental weakness and error — the
ballot box. Let every Christina use
it discreetly and in the fear of
God.
Before leaving the passage, note
that the Christian does not dodge,
“fix,” or leave unpaid the taxes
which support the government un
der whose benefits he lives and
works. There is too much dishon
esty at this point, and we need to
correct it.
n. Socially - Honest and Loving
(w. 8-10).
“Love thy neighbor as thyself”
and there will be no social dis
honesty, strife, and ill-will.
Re
member the lesson of last week on
love—I Corintians 13.
III. Personally-Clean and Spirit
ual (vv. 11-14).
The time when our redemption is
to be fully completed—that is, when
the Lord himself returns — is at
hand. We therefore will not live
as those who walk in darkness, but
as children of the light, clean in
life and thought. We will “put on
the Lord Jesus Christ.”
In these days when almost every
wayside store and hundreds of thou
sands of city buildings have been
converted into drinking places far
worse than the old-time saloon,
when men and women are mak- |
ing drunken sots of themselves,
it is indeed time for Christians to
raise their voices in protest and to
act to protect the boys and girls
of America.
But above all—let us win them
to Christ, for if they "put on Christ" |
they will "make no provision for
the flesh to fulfill the lusts thereof."
Respect for Parents
Honor your parents in your
hearts; bear them not only awe
and respect, but kindness and af
fection; love their persons, and
fear to do anything that may just
ly provoke them.—Rev. W. Crad.
ock.
Good Neighbors
It is a small thing to ■ man
whether or not his neighbor be
merciful to him; it is life or death
to him whether or not he be merci,
ful to his neighbor.
Realistic
Teacher—Why are you late for
school this morning?
Tommy
(breathlessly)—
P-p-please, sir, I dreamt I was at
a football match, and the referee
ordered extra time, so I stayed to
see the finish.
With the Trimmings
“Was the defendant expensively
garbed?” asked the lawyer of the
colored witness.
“Deed, she was, sah," answered
the witness. “Ah knows expensive
garbage when I sees it.”
A Start
Her Mother — Now that you’re
married, you should help Ferdi
nand to save something.
Mrs. Newbride—I do. I’ve al
ready helped him to save some
thing on his income tax.
Dr. Pierce’s Pellets are best for liver,
bowels and stomach. One little Pellet for
a laxative—three for a cathartic.—Adv,
Self Pity
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