The Hermiston herald., December 17, 1936, Image 2

Thursday, December 17, 1936
THE HERMISTON HERALD, HERMISTON, OREGON.
GUNLOCK RANCH
Patchwork Quilt
Puts on the Dog By Frank H. Spearman
Scotties to right of you, Scotties
to left of you, and each one fun
to piece for this amusing and col­
orful quilt. Here at last, your
cl ance to use up scrap after scrap
of gay cotton in the contrasting
blankets, being sure to keep Scot­
tie's squarish head and legs in a
Pattern 5673
dark, uniform color. It's a world
of fun to piece, and the pattern
may also be used for a patchwork
pillow. In pattern 5673 you will
find the Block Chart, an illustra­
tion for cutting, sewing and finish­
ing, together with yardage chart,
diagram of quilt to help arrange
the blocks for single and double
bed size, and a diagram of block
which serves as a guide for plac­
ing the patches and suggests con­
trasting materials.
To obtain this patterr send 15
cents in stamps or coins (coins
preferred) to The Sewing Circle
Household Arts Dept., 259 West
Fourteenth St., New York, N. Y.
Write plainly your name, address
and pattern number.
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51—36
WESTERN HOSPITALITY in
OREGON’S
ROSE CITY
ROOMS
"Where you from?” demanded Car
py. still stern.
“Deep Creek."
“Was there a fight?”
"There was a little brush. Doc."
“Was Denison wounded?”
“Why—I guess he was pinked. Doc,
yes.”
“Where was he hit?" demanded
Carpy.
“In the forearm. Doc. We got a tour­
niquet on that—he got another In the
stomach."
Carpy felt the force of the disclos­
ure. “Is he bleeding at the mouth?”
he thundered.
“Why, no. Doc. But he elaims he's
all in."
“We'll bring him out, if that’s all.
Who was In the fight? Talk fast!"
“Dave McCrossen and Barney—with
Bill."
“Where are McCrossen and Reb-
stock?”
“Right where they were when John
Fryin’ Pan left me. He was on his
way to the Reservation to hunt up a
couple of bucks to bury 'em and bring
In the cattle,” said Pardaloe In mat­
ter-of-fact fashion.
“Sit down here, Bill. Jane," direct­
ed the doctor, “get the boy a pot of
coffee.”
“And boll plenty of clean water on
the stove.”
“Yes, doctor. Bill Is going to stop
here on the way In, Isn’t he, Mr. Pard­
aloe?" asked Jane, tremulously.
Pardaloe nodded. “Ought to show
up after while. They're tidin’ kind of
slow."
Jane ran to the kitchen. She roused
Quong to heat the water and came
back with supplies.
“No,” continued Pardaloe, deep in
a saucer of hot coffee, "I didn’t see
it. I was over on the west side of the
creek—it’s bad crossin’ there. I don’t
know how Bill came up. They never
could-a got him across down there. We
cut over the reservation and plugged
for Gunlock—” He pricked up his ears
and interrupted himself. "Shucks!
That sounds like somebody now !”
Jane listened eagerly. “I can't hear
anyone,” she said.
“You will In a minute. There they
are again.”
Jane ran for the door. “Hold on a
minute. Missy,” exclaimed Pardaloe.
"Let’s make sure who it is.”
He opened the door himself, stepped
quickly outside, and shut it behind
him. Within a very few minutes, ages
to Jane, she heard the stamping of
horses. Pardaloe flung the door open
and called for Carpy. Jane hurried
out with him.
Drooping low, Denison, Iron-willed,
had stuck to the end of the gruelling
ride. Scott told how they had followed
up the east bank of the creek—he
himself on Rebstock’s horse; how by
great good fortune they had found a
flask of whisky In Rebstock’s saddle-
bag, and that this had helped revive
the wounded man when they halted
to “spell” him ; and how they had
crossed Deep Creek at a reservation
ford not far below Gunlock ranch.
Carpy and Pardaloe lifted Denison
down from the horse. Jane supported
his heai and stooped to caress him
and murmur low words. They laid him
on her bed.
While Carpy tore open Denison's
clothing and made a hasty examina-
tion, buckets of hot water were
brought in.
The surgeon, with wearied back,
presently straightened up, "Jane," he
said solemnly, “you're a lucky girl.
The bullet that meant death for your
boy struck his belt buckle and tore
around his side. Look here. This was
all I was afraid of, this stomach wound.
I didn't think so much about Bill,
here. But, Jane, I didn’t want you i
fixing for a funeral when you ought
to be fixing for a wedding! We’ll get
him back to the hospital tn a few
days.”
"Oh. no. Doctor,” exclaimed Jane
unsteadily, but with cold decision.
"Why, what do you mean, girl?"
“I mean he’s at Gunlock to stay,
He's never going to leave It!”
(THE END)
“Dave,” exclaimed Denison, “I’m
sorry It had to end this way."
“I talked pretty rough tonight,” said
McCrossen, brokenly, spitting the blood
CHAPTER XIV—Continued
out of his throat.
—21—
"That’s all right, Dave."
By a chance that rarely favors des­
“Didn't really mean it all. You’ve
perate measures, Denison sprawled always shot square, Bill. If some folks
from the final leap across the bridge I’ve trained with had done that way,
gap Into a fringe of sand and wil­ I mightn't be here tonight. Bill, a
lows that overgrew the eastern bridge favor—”
approach.
"Go on, Dave.”
Threading the undergrowth on his
“I’ve got an old maid sister back
trembling horse, Denison got away East. She's all I’ve got I’d hate her
from the bridge as fast as he could; to know this come, rustlin’, Bill.”
somebody was still throwing rifle
“It’ll never be said, Dave."
slugs toward It; but once away from
“Let It be a straight-out fight. Bill—
the danger point, he lost no time tn you know.”
making himself heard. Out on the old
“I know, Dave; I know. What’s her
trail the steers, alarmed by the shoot­ address?”
ing, and worried secretly by the two
“In my trunk, Bill,” murmured Mc­
Indians, were milling, and McCrossen, Crossen thickly. "Promise?”
shouting and cursing, was trying to
“I promise.”
bring order out of the confusion.
"Give me—your hand.”
Denison, from the willows, called
loudly, "Who’s driving these cattle?”
Pardaloe was the first to reach Gun­
“The man that owns ’em," shouted lock on the way home shortly before
McCrossen. riding out Into the open,
fifty yards away. “Who the hell are
you, hidin’ In that brush? If you're a
man, show yourself.”
Denison pushed Into the open.
“You're driving this bunch, McCros-
sen?”
“I am. What do you want, Deni­
son?" he demanded angrily.
“I want these steers, McCrossen.
And I want you.”
"These steers belong to me for
wages, an’ I’ve got twice as many back
there yet. Now I’ve got just one
word for you, Denison : Get out of my
way an’ keep out of my way.”
“If you’ve got any rights in these
cattle, turn ’em back to the Meadows
and lay your claim for wages before
the Stockmen's Claims Board,” retort­
ed Denison.
“What the hell's all this to you? Do
you claim ’em?" demanded McCrossen
savagely.
“I don’t claim a hoof, but I want to
talk with you, McCrossen, before you
jump to the Panhandle."
“What about?"
“About who tired my ranch house
and about Henry Sawdy.”
•’Tryln’ to pick a quarrel with me,
eh, Denison? Well, you needn’t try
very hard. I don’t like you, Denison. I
never did. I never had any use for
you. Now will you pull off these bums
“I Know, Dave; I Know. What's
that are millin’ my steers?”
Her Address?”
“Will you head 'em back for the
Meadows and talk to me?”
daylight.
He
rode in on his way to
“No !”
town
to
get
hold
of Dr. Carpy for Den-
“No !”
The two refusals were fast. But ison, whose condition worried him.
Fortunately the surgeon was al­
while the second was being uttered,
Itebstock cried, “Crowd him, Dave!” ready at Gunlock, whither he had been
summoned to care for Sawdy.
and fired at Denison.
With Sawdy’s flesh wound already
The next Instant three horsemen
were plunging at one another on rear­ bandaged, Carpy sat in the living room,
ing horses and throwing their shots at drinking a pot of coffee supplied by
one another in a very uncertain light. Jane.
He was enjoying In leisurely fashion
Retreat was out of the thinking.
Denison, caught between the two his third or fourth cup of steaming
men, was forced to divide his fire. stimulant when the sound of hoofs was
With a blow stinging his left arm, he heard. In a moment a resounding rap
Jumped his horse past the two, whirled, came at the door.
Jane started. In terrified appeal, she
and came back outside, with McCros
sen shooting nt him fast. The maneu­ looked at the doctor. Carpy responded
ver of Denison’s put McCrossen Into by calmly wiping his lips.
"Who's there?" he demanded curtly.
Rebstock’s line of fire.
"Bill Pardaloe I” came the response.
But hardly had Denison whirled
Carpy flung the door open.
when he felt a sickening blow In the
Jane ran out of the bedroom. "Oh,
stomach from McCrossen’s gun, hard­
ly ten yards away. He had been Mr. Pardaloe !" she cried. "Where is
crouching on his horse's back and was Bill? Where Is he?"
“He's on his way back to the hos­
already stirrup-loose. He slid off and
pital.
”
rolled like a cat toward the brush.
“Is he hurt? Is he wounded? Tell
Rebstock saw the trick but, forgetting
me!” cried the frantic girl.
that a wounded man Is the most dan-
"Why. no, yes — that Is, he was
gérons man, he yelled and spurred aimin' to get back to the hospital be­
straight at him.
fore Doc found out be was gone,” par­
The horse refused the smell of ried the veteran awkwardly.
blood. He shied. Itebstock spurred
Carpy Intervened sternly: “Where Is
him. As the horse reared, the feeble
light of the moon struck, for an Instant, he now? Talk, Bill!”
“Ain't I talkin’? He's on the way
Rebstock's features. In that Instant
here with Bob Scott."
Denison fired point blank at him.
“Then he’s not hurt?” cried Jane.
The blow was terrible. Rebstock's
“Why, no. yes—a little, maybe,"
arms Jerked high, and his gun flew
Into the air. He sprang convulsively stammered Pardaloe.
upward, toppled and. as his frightened
horse whirled, lurched from the sad­
dle to the ground. He never spoke
again.
Fully expecting that McCrossen
would ride In to finish him, Denison
flipped open the loading gate of his
gun Instinctively, and punched out the
empty shells
His head In a whirl, expecting that
any Instant McCrossen would he on
him, Denison tried to reload. Just as
0
You'll not want to miss a single install-
he got the cartridge Into his revolver,
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he caught the sound of a horse's hoof*
want to follow every episode in the life of
and then heard Bob Scott calling.
"Here. Bob," exclaimed Denison
an erring physician who thought he was
from the brush. "Look out for Me-
endowed
with supernatural powers!
Crossen.”
Scott slipped off his horse. “Mc­
Crossen won’t bother for a while. Are
yon hit. Bill?"
“I stopped a couple of slugs some­
how. What about McCrossen?" he
asked Irritably.
“He’s lyin' over by the bridge. He
wants to talk to you. Bill."
"Twist a tourniquet around this arm
before I try It, Bob. Don’t trust Me
Croasen. Have you got his guns? He’d
Dr. Faustus, the cruel, the wicked, the cun-
like nothing better than another crack
at me," muttered Denison, staggering,
ning, lives again in this new serial from the
with Scott’s help, to his feet.
prolific and talented pen of Ben Ames Williams!
"McCrossen’s stripped clean," de­
clared Scott. “He’s dyln’. That’s the
But this modern deputy of the devil for­
plain truth. Can’t you make up your
got to consider the constructive forces of love
mind to see what he wants?”
"Go ahead. But give me my gun and
and kindness that worked against his fiendish
watch out," muttered Denison.
schemes ... he forgot that even his own soul
In the light of the moon, McCrossen,
propped up by Frying Pan, reclined
would finally rebel against this lust for supreme
against the trunk of a half grown tree.
His eyes were closed.
power ... and forgot that "he who eats with
“Here’s BUI, Dave," Scott spoke low
the
devil must use a long spoon I"
and gently. "You said you wanted to
speak to him.”
Copyright Frank H. Spearman
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"I’m done. Bill."
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