Thursday, November 19, 1936
THE HERMISTON HERALD, HERMISTON, OREGON.
GUNLOCK RANCH
CHAPTER XI—Continued
—17—
“Not going out?”
“I’m staying in town.”
“Stayin’ in town?” stammered Bull,
vastly surprised.
“Drive me to the hotel,” Jane said
wearily. “I’ll take a room there. You
drive home and come back for me
tomorrow afternoon.”
It was ten o’clock. Assigned to a
room, Jane freshened herself after
the long, dusty car ride, bathed her
face and temples again and again In
cold water, and tried to collect her
throbbing thoughts.
It all seemed like a hideous dream.
Surely It could be shaken off ; surely
men could not be so fiendish as to plot
fire and so horrible a death as would
follow to sleeping men.
Her father! She shuddered. This
thought was most horrible of all—In
credible—and yet . . .
of one thing she felt certain: If it
were true, she could no longer live un
der the same roof with him, and the
terrifying duty of learning the revolt
Ing truth from his own lips confronted
her.
And her lover—Bill, blinded Bill—
what now of him? Could she ever
face him again? What would he say?
What would he do?
He knew the truth. No doubt re
mained In her mind on that point. No
need now to ask why he seemed wor
ried and changed. Was he only wait
ing, trying to decide bow to tell her
he could not marry her—that her
father had blinded him—that they
must part?
She threw open her window and
kneeling before it, looked out upon the
silent, far-stretching desert with its
myriad of heavenly lights. The cool
air cleared her head. But what could
loosen the deadly grief and shame that
clutched at her pounding heart?
When Dr. Carpy walked Into his
office from the dining room after
breakfast next morning, he saw Jane
Van Tambel standing before the win
dow, looking out.
“Why, Jane!" he exclaimed. "What
brings you here so early?”
She looked around at him In silence.
The doctor walked over to her and
laid his hands on her shoulders.
“Jane,” he asked, “what has happened,
girl?"
The grief In her sunken eyes was
too apparent.
"Oh, Doctor!”
The exclamation
came like a burst of suffering long
pent. “I know everything."
He saw the fat was flatly In the
fire. Indeed he had long had only a
faint hope of keeping the facts from
Jane. His real hope had been that
she might not hear the truth till he
could save Denison’s eyes and thus
cushion the horrid shock that the facts
must bring to an Innocent sufferer.
She had thrown her arms on the
table In front of her. Her head sank
between them.
Dr. Carpy rose, walked around to
her side, lifted her head and, standing
beside her, supported It In his arms
“Jane," ho said slowly, looking down
Into her pitiful eyes, “from what you
tell me. I seo flint you have heard
loose stories floating around.”
“You, too, have heard them, Doctor.
Why, oh. why didn't you tell me?”
“Jane!" exclaimed the doctor, driven
from his last stronghold of reserve by
the poignancy of her grief. "How the
hell could I tell you n story Involving
those it did In such an affair? Ac
tually, nobody knows just what the
facts nre. Now we must get started
right. First you tell me nil you heard.
Then I’ll tell you nil I've heard—Is
that fair?”
Brokenly, and pausing at Intervals
to control her voice, Jane gave him
the train story.
• Carpy had bowed his head.
"Well," he commented as she looked
soberly up. "Hint's not far from what
I’ve been told myself. But, Jnne, I'm
not a bit sure we have the facts In
these stories. They nil depend on the
word of one of the worst characters
In this country. Barney Rebstock
wouldn't hesitate at anything low
down In the whole range of crime—
anybody In town will tell you that.
He’s not only nn ex-convlct but the
biggest liar In this whole country.”
"Doctor,” she sold solemnly, "does
Bill know all that you and I know?"
"Jane," he answered in like, "Bill
knows all that you and I know.”
"Oh, I knew It. I knew it. To think
that poor I should have brought this
horror Into his life!”
“Jane, that's not so. This might
all have happened If yon never had
seen this country."
"I want you to do one last favor
for me. Doctor. Will you?" nsked
Jane.
“What Is It. Jane?"
“I want you to say to Bill that I
freely release him from his promise
ol marriage: that I beg him to forgive
me all I have Innocently caused him
to suffer—and that I will leave here
forever----- ”
“Jane!" exclaimed her listener.
She raised her hand, “I’ve not fin
ished yet."
"tîo on I" he snapped, bluntly.
“My father has made me his heir
to Gunlock ranch; he has no other
heir. This morning I will make my
will and bequeath whatever 1 Inherit
from my father to William Denison,
to atone as far as I can for the wrongs
my father has done him."
“Well?" remarked Carpy coldly.
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to know. Oh, if I had another to do
it for me, dear Doctor, 1 wouldn’t put
it on you.”
Carpy rose to bls feet.
“Jane, you’re sending me on a fool’s
errand. But seeing I’m nothing but an
old fool, I expect I'm just the man for
the job. I can tell you nov what
he’ll say as well as if I'd seen him
and given him your message. But I
know, of course, that wouldn't satisfy
you. So I’ll go—and go now.
“Now promise," he repeated, In part
ing, "you will stay right here In this
office till I get back.”
She promised.
But she was ill prepared for what
she saw when the office door was
opened half an hour later and Doctor
Carpy pushed Denison ahead of him
into the office. Bill’s eyes were ban
daged. He groped a little with his
hands, while the doctor guided him to
a chair.
“Here he Is, Jane.” announced Carpy
bluntly. “He can speak for himself.”
She had not an Instant to wait.
No sooner did Denison feel himself
seated In a chair than he held out his
fa
"Bill, I Thought You Ought at
Least to Have a—”
arms and said, apparently not with
deep feeling, not with pained emotion,
hut In the most commonplace, every-
day, matter-of-fact manner: "Where's
my girl? Come here!"
The old doctor watched Jane run
timidly to Denison's side. “Bill!” she
exclaimed brokenly. “Here I am !"
“What's all this talk I hear about
your quitting me, Jane?” he asked un
steadily.
“Bill, I thought you ought at least to
have a----- "
“Well. I've had my chance, haven't
I? And this Is my answer. Till death us
do part! Nothing less, nothing else
goes I Is that plain, girlie? I gave
you a chance the other day to quit
me—what was your answer?"
CHAPTER XII
Jnne did not go home that after
noon. She sent Bull and the buck-
board back with instructions not to
come In for her until she sent word.
She wrote a brief note to her father,
merely saying that she had attended
to his business and would be home In
a few days. Van Tambel, In nn impa-
tient rnge, sent Bull bnck with nn or
der to Jnne to come home at once or
not to come home nt all.
The harsh message made less im
pression on his daughter than he had
intended ; but It did bring bnck the
answer that she would be out soon.
When the buckboard next day drew
up at the ranchhouse door, Jnne
alighted with a fast-beating heart.
Fortunately, when she got home, her
father was out In the hills. Her wel
come came from Quong; It sort of
broke the Ice of the home-coming. But
she went to her room, got out her two
old suitcases, dusted them off, laid
them on her bed and, stripping the
hooks of her eloset and opening the
drawers of her dresser, began almost
furiously to pack.
While she was at this, she heard the
heavy uneven steps of her father In
the living room, and the next minute
his huge bulk darkened the open door-
way of her bedroom.
"Hello!" he snapped.
She turned. "Hello, Father,” she re-
sponded simply.
“What are you doing?”
“Packing.”
“What fr?"
"Preparing to go Into town.”
“What you goin‘ In town agin fr?"
“I've got a Job in town, and I’m going
there to work at It."
"What kind of a Job?" be snorted.
“I'm going to study nursing at the
hospital."
"What the bell you goln' to do that
Fr?"
"Because things have been done from
here that make this place hateful to
me. I couldn't stand It here any long-
er."
“What things you talkin' about?"
She looked at him steadily. “I'm
“That is all."
talking about burning Bill Denison’s
“And that la what you want me to ranch house."
“What’a that got to do with your
tell Bill?”
“That, Doctor, la what 1 want Bill
quitting home?"
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“Everything.
Everybody’s talking
about that tire. Barney Rebstock has
told that you paid him for setting fire
to a neighbor's ranch house with men
sleeping in It."
“Why, that fellow's the worst --
liar In Sleepy Cat. Nobody believes
anything he says.”
“I can tell you everybody believes
it,” she said, trembling.
“Do you believe It?”
“Father, I am forced to unless you
can convince me you had nothing tc
do with it. This wretch has bad :
pocketful of money.”
Van Tambel regarded her with per
feet poise. “Why, I did give him a lit
tie money. I’ll say I’ve been sorry fot
hlm. I know he hates Bill Denison—
a good many folks in this country't
got no use for that----- ”
"Stop!” cried Jane. "Don’t say any
thing against Bill Denison. He saved
my life!”
“—that damned, dirty, ornery rus
tler and thief----- ”
Jane’s eyes blazed. She stamped hei
foot. "Don’t you dare!” she cried
“What you're saying about him Is
what everyone In this country says
about you.”
“Yes? There's some damned mean
people In this country,” thundered hei
father. "Just look out yourself, my
lady. I don't know any more about
that fire than you do. If Barney Reb
stock wanted to get even with Deni
son, that’s his business, not mine. You
shut your trap.”
"That’s not all.”
“More lies, eh?”
"McCrossen has told in town that
you once tried to get him to set the
house on fire and he refused to do It.’
“He lies! He did do It! I gave him
live hundred dollars to do it. He
agreed to do it and took the money
to do it. If he hired Barney Rebstock
to start the fire that’s bis lookout! 1
left you here to watch things, and
McCrossen has been running off my
steers ever since I went to the hospl
tai. He knows I know it. He knows
I’m going to get after him. And 1
will," he shouted with a frightful oath
"Now look here! I’ll tell you where
you get off. You’re not going a step
to town! I know your scheme; you're
going to live with that man Deni
son----- ”
"Fnther!”
“Yes, I know ycu. You don’t leave
this house!"
Loading every sentence with rage
and oaths. Van Tambel seized a suit
case from the bed, dashed It to the
floor, stamped on it.
“Now you go to town If you dare,"
he roared. "And If you leave this
house today, never come back—If you
do I’ll kick you out. Get out of my
sight, before I choke you!”
She hurried from the room and from
the house.
What should she do? Escape was
first In her thoughts, as she hurried
up the hill trail. When she could par
tially collect her distracted senses, she
had wandered well Into the hills. She
threw herself on the ground and tried
to think.
She never knew how long she was
there. But shadows were lengthening
when she rose.
She was hungry.
There was nothing to do but go down
and get something to eat; then. If she
could keep ont of sight of her father
to start for town.
She walked to the house In fear
But she reached the kitchen without
seeing her father. Quong gave het
dinner. He told her her father had
gone to the Reservation. Afraid that
her father would return before she
could get away, Jane started for the
corral. Bull Page was fastening the
gate when Jnne walked up to him. “1
must go to town, Bull. I want a
horse.”
“It’s again orders, Miss Jane, to let a
horse out for you. Gus is a-rarin’ mad
for some cause."
“I know. Bull. He’s angry at me. I
can’t help it."
Bull scratched his head. “His or
ders are dead agin lettin’ a horse go
out.”
“No matter, Bull. Never mind.”
She started to walk away. “What
yon goln' to do, Missy Jane?”
She turned with a sorry smile
“Guess I'll have to walk. Good-bye."
“Hold on.” he called, hobbling after
her. “Hold on! You ain't goln’ to walk!’
“Bull. I don’t want to make trouble
for you. I'll walk.”
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In’ to saddle a horse.”
Jane hestitated. But. dragged out
as she was by excitement and worry
she doubted whether she could make
town on foot She surrendered and
climbed onto the horse he had sad
died.
“Bull," she said, “why do you take
all this trouble for me?”
“Why, I'd do anythin’ In the world
for you. Missy Jane. You’re the one
person on Gunlock that treats old Bull
like a man an’ not like a dog. Why
If I up 'n' Just died for you. It
wouldn't be too much."
“Good-bye. Bull.”
“So long. Missy Jane."
A dispute wtlh the agent on the Res
ervation over a cattle delivery held
Van Tambel at Flambeau until late
Bull Page unsaddled and put Van
Tambel'« horse Into the corral.
“Where’s Jane's pony?” Van Tambel
demanded.
“Why, I guess che’s ont with tt
Gus." suggested Bull.
Van Tambel flared up. "Didn’t I
give you and everybody else orders
not to let her take a borse till I gave
permission?"
(TO BE CONTINLED)
UNDAY I
cHooL Lesson
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By REV. HAROLD L- LUNDQUIST,
Dean of the Moody Bible Institute
of Chicago.
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Lesson for November 22
AN AMBASSADOR IN CHAINS
LESSON TEXT—Acts 28:16-24, 30, 31;
Romans 5:6-11.
GOLDEN TEXT—I can do all things
through Christ which strengtheneth me.
Phil. 4:13.
PRIMARY TOPIC—In the World's Great
est City.
JUNIOR TOPIC — An Ambassador in
Chains.
INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOPIC
—A Prisoner Speaks for Christ.
YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOPIC
—Chained But Not Silenced.
The rescue of Paul from the Jew
ish mob by the Roman authorities
resulted in consideration of his case
on their part to determine what
manner of man he was, and why
his words and actions provoked such
violent reactions among the Jewish
subjects of Rome in Judea. When
it appeared that Festus, who was
procurator, was inclined to turn
him over to the Jews at Jerusalem,
Paul, knowing of their hatred,
makes
I. An Appeal to Caesar
(Acts
28:16-19).
It was an act of great signifi-
canee, and largely determined the
course of Paul’s life and ministry
until his death. It is a question
upon which there is no little dif
ference of opinion whether Paul was
right in making this appeal. Per
haps Dr. G. Campbell Morgan has
best gathered up the truth of the
matter in saying, “His way was
that of an attitude revealing for all
time what the duty of the Christian
man is—to be true to his Lord, to
be true to his conscience, to be
loyal to the powers that be, and
to make his appeal to them where
necessary, for protection, in order
that he may continue his work in
accordance with the will of his
Lord.” Paul made no appeal to
save his own life, but he did want
to continue his ministry. And this
he was permitted to do, for after
he had come to Rome we find him
to be
II. A Prisoner Preacher (vv. 20-
24, 30, 31).
He was chained, but not silenced.
He was anxious that those in Rome
should “see” and “speak with” him
(v. 20). They knew of the Christian
“sect” only by rumor as one "which
everywhere is spoken against” (v.
22). He now proclaimed the truth
to them, and with what results?
“Some believed . , . and some
disbelieved” (v. 23). Again, we see
that the greatest of all preachers
met just the same encouragement
and discouragement that we face.
The witness and messenger is not
judged by the success that crowns
his efforts, but by the faithfulness
with which he discharges his duty.
Let us not condone our own care
lessness or inefficiency by saying
that even Paul was unsuccessful;
but if we have been faithful and
diligent, let us be encouraged even
though some disbelieve.
Verse 30 indicates that Paul either
had a large measure of liberty, be
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to dwell in a private house, or that
he was tried and acquitted and con
tinued to work in Rome for a period
of years. Whichever may be true
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testimony of this man upon whose
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young and as powerful as the mes
sage he presented. And what was
his message? We find it in his
epistle to the Roman church. It
was
III. Justification by Faith (Rom.
5:6-11).
Christian men and women are
those who were weak (v. 6), un
godly (v. 6), unrighteous sinners
(v. 7, 8), and enemies of God (v.
10). But having been justified by
his blood (v. 9), they are “saved”
(v. 9). What a beautiful word—
“saved!” Brought back to God,
“reconciled to God through the
death of his Son” (v. 10), we are
indeed saved if we have accepted
him as our Saviour.
This was Paul’s message, and it
is our message to a lost world.
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The more we look for them the
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