Medford mail tribune. (Medford, Or.) 1909-1989, July 27, 1938, Image 6

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Newspaper Page TextPAGE SIX LOVE OH THE RANGE MEnPORD MATL TRIBUNE, MEDFORO, OgEOQy, WEDNESDAY. JULY 27. win? ti7im n t ttc ximpci .1 nr. H I in 1 .11 m 1 1 lj 11 uiui a The Story So For Trying to escape hl reputation or mm ploy, "Blur" Ankrom rides Into Peso Pinto and immedi atelu becomes enmeshed in trou ble ooain when he rescues Lee Trono from a band 0 thuoi. She offer him a job on her father'e ranch, the Rater T. As soon u the ha oone the marshal nobl Ankrom. Chapter Three The Rafter T ANKROM knew that in another second there would be gun play if he let matter! take their course. And he had had enough of shootins for one night He turned, as though to mount his horse, whirled and landed a smashing left to the marshal s 1 Dnnn.ih that hlnui thfi mar shal's head rocked back, his body followed. Ankrom'. left foot came up l.n manherl fnr the Saddle horn, grasped it. Yet even as his fingers closed aDoui it mm m horse got into motion a bullet whistled past his head. Before the buckskin had taken seven rocket ing strides guns were spitting from all directions save dead shnari Lead sang perilously close as . . .. ....tB ma "You ain't no common puncher.' a 1 iat thA ilntpmnt lav. Suspicion and unfriendliness were piling up. Plainly Trone and the Baiter 1 as suDjecu iut tuuvci sation were taboo. "I'm not drifter." he said. "I'm a man that works at his trade. You don t know of any oumis mat are num eh?" ... "Not your kind 01 man. Ankrom crushed his cigarette mnn hiii nlate and with a laugh rose to his feet. "You might try mat naiier you mentioned I" The spitefulness of the tone drew Ankrom's eyes to the gan gling youth across the table. "Yeah, he said. "1 think I will." For hours after leaving the place Ankrom rode at a log across the range. The sun was swinging low be hind the western peaks when in a valley spread below him, An krom obtained his first glimpse of the Rafter T. , , Ankrom could pick out the ranchhouse easily. It was the only building boasting a veranda and before it was parked a touring car the car Lee Trone had entered in Peso Pinto the night before. Ankrom sent the buckskin down the trail. As he neared the build ings the talk and laughter of group of loafing punchers by the bunkhouse died down. He could feel their eyes upon him. He swung down before the ranchhouse porch. flaiaaaaaaaaaa-ttiS&yft. He whirled, landed a smashing left to the marshal's jaw. .chines between himself and the crouching forms.' Toward the second fioori of the wooden structures fringing this , street Ankrom's eyes were drawn by the rattle and bang of windows as, tor a moment, wie siiuuuub died down. Parted red curtains framed womens pale races irom half a dozen houses. One, a little nearer than the rest, leaned put across the sill with beckoning handl "Up here, cowboyl CJulckl" she cried, and Ankrom saw that she had yellow hair that shone like a halo. Then he was gone, tear ing down the road at breakneck speed while shouts and curses and crashing guns made the night hid eous. Ankrom's progress westward was leisurely. He doubted that any town lay between Peso Pinto in this direction and his obiective, the Rafter T. Nor was he wrong. The country, where not entirely sand and cactus, was semi-arid desert country: habitations were few and far between. The following morning he stopped at a small-spread ranch and breakfasted. There was plenty to eat: a fortunate circum stance, for he was ravenously hungry. Smoking, he and the rancher sat awhile at the table after they had finished, and the rancher's son sat with them, suck ing on a corncob pipe. "Seems to me," Ankrom said casually, "a fella named Trone owns a spread around here some whercs Rafter T. ain't it?" The rancher and his son ex changed furtive glances. "Trone? Well. vcah. There is a Trone around here some Dlace. Friend of his?" "Don't even know him. Heard his name mentioned couple times. In the cattle business, ain't he?" The rancher's son spoke and his tone was surly: "You seem to know an aDoui mm. Suspicion ANKROM shrugged his shoul ders, smoked a while In si lence. An atmosphere of suspicion had settled upon this room. But no awareness of the (act was per mitted to show upon his face. "Anv outfits round here that could use an extra hand?" "What kind of a hand?" There was a cold mtentnrss in trie rancn Ankrom drawled. "What kind of a hand usually rides for I brand? 'Get Outa Here!' A MAN broke from the group, came striding forward. An krom, watching him come, saw that he was a bottle-nosed man whose bowed legs were encased in scarred black bat-wing chaps. His was a burly figure, solid and strong and hard. He was close to forty, Ankrom Judged. There was an arrogance in his stride and something in his manner that be spoke a wicked temper. "You lOOKin tor soniuuuuy. 'This the Rafter T?" , . "You got any business on It?" "You got a special reason for askln'?" "I'm the lella that runs tnis outfit. I'm not doin' any hirin' so you can just climb back on that 1 v ant a lob already. Abe Streeter's on your payroll. Go write his name In tne dook. The thin lips of the range boss Karted. Then, as though his mind ad changed, he shut them with out speaking Ankrom witnoui a wora swung Into his saddle. He kneed the buckskin toward tne group 01 watching punchers A grin tar tched across one mans taci and vanished. Ankrom heard thi boss's voice break across the si lence: "Where the hell vou goin'7' But he didn't reply When he reached the bunk house he dismounted and trailed the buckskin's reins. No one spoke while he took his blanket roll and slicker from behind the cantle But when he started to cross the threshold a heavy hand clamped viselike upon his shoulder, ierked him around. He dropped the blan ket roll and slicker. The boss's face was within three Inches of his own. "Damn youl 1 said 1 "I'm not deaf." Ankrom's eyes were upon him with malicious in terest 1 heard what vou said the first time. Mcbbe vou don't un derstand American said I'd been hired already." "You get outa here!" "You flggerin' to put me out?'' There was a shifting of the group behind the burlv man. He looked around and scowled. Hit glance snapped back to Ankrom His voice was thick: "Who hired vou?" ' "That's somethln' you can talk over with ol' man Trone," An krom said and, picking up hi! things, passed inside. (CitrrilH I'll A'liM C. M Ankrom meets tee's lather, tomorrow. STRANGE AS IT SEEMS By JOHN HIX Tot further proof address the author, Inclosing stamped envelop for reply. Reg. U. 8. Pt OS. 1 Mwmw&5& -- 1 A1WG:S? W TV 11 7 J7M W r r v i 11 1 .T.rW wist - V: n r. Wi MWftRVK was tiimmsMNT Of CttCHoaoVMth faMtrWCOJrtfRY tf$00 MILES MM- j). p Kite wwwfio To epsrert. , tW WrtH Rot &NP mir off ChWPimmvtimi it H fill ftr ' Intrrnatlonal Oprra. Derby Line. Vermont, situated on the U. 8. Canadian border. Is ?ho halfway point between Boston and Quebeo City. Thla community, strange as It seems, boasts of an opera houae with lt stage In one country and the audience In another! Built In 1901 with funds suppl!d by Mrs. Martha S. Haskell, philan thropist,, It has a seating capacity of 464. The International boundary line, which runs throush the build ing separates the stage and audience In such a manner that about two thirds of the persons sit In the United Trbm D0N0T6R0M IN InINicR Statfs to witness a. play produced In Canada. The Ahsent President. After dedicating four years of his life toward securing the Independ ence of hla country from Austrtun rule, Thomas Masaryk, Czechoslo vaklan patriot, on November 14, 118, wna awarded the honor of becoming that republic's first president. Yet, strange as It seems, Masaryk waa 4.500 miles away from Czecho slovakia at the time of his election He had escaped from Austria in De cember, 1914, at the outbreak of the World war, to conduct a political and propagandist campaign In Swltzer land. Prance, England, Italy, Russia and the United States on behalf ol his people. He went, to the United States In May. 1918, and the result was the Lansing declaration of sympathy with the cause of Czechoslovak and Yugo Slav independence. At the first meet ing of the new Czechoslovak national a.ssembly at Prague on November 14, 1918, Masaryk was unanimously elect ed the first president while he was in the United States. He did return to hla country until after the end of the war. association In Rome, has been order ed to leave Italy, It was learned today. The Earl of Perth, British ambas sador to Italy, conferred with For eign Minister Count Galeazzo Ctano last night on Cremona's behalf and obtained a promise a temporary stay In the execution of the order would be considered. Cremona, a native of Malta, Is a British subject. Closing time for Too Late to Clas sify Ads is 1 :30 p tn. FINGER FREEZES WHEN USED AS BUNG STOPPER ATLANTIC CITY, N. J., July 27. (UP) Frank Spiegel, 3, of Beth lehem, Pa., decided to tap a keg of beer to quench a July thirst, and wound up In a hospital today suf fering from frostbite on his Index finger. When the beer began to gush from, the bunghole, he stuck his finger In to plug It. The finger caught and froze. ARREST CREDIT BUYER FOR LACK OF LICENSE BTCLfJYAS WILLIAMS M TIHMK6 iHE HOUSE PARK VOl) ARE CoHSRAf ULAfiKS M&OR ; selves -That vou caH sup cards under -the screen DOOR AND HOt WASft AH EEMlMG OH A SfUPlD CAU-, WHEM.A (TOUSH INFORMS VfX) 1HAT SOMEBDDV IS5.fWS avi -ftic DAOfLi -fUC TinOW AVJT) MRS HfARD V0l)R REMARKS fimDK UIV nu rvuvr iv nil. v' iii IIJIiI.aMI. ICMfl K Tl,. R1i.ta Inn 1 VViLalflO IwyjH"! j J 3 MATTEB POI Bv 0 M. PAYNH! McMlNNVILLE, July 87. (AP) Bryant Williams, atate department of agriculture Inspector, arrested John Lee Waymlre, 88, of Portland today on charge of acting as a credit buyer without a license. Wil liams asserted Waymlre had made Cherry . and apple purchases from Yamhill county growers. Ball was set at 500. rj V-p -V-aH Klyj (Copyrijrbt. 1038. by The Bell 8, ndicaU, TAILSPIN TOMMY Tommy Gets a Shock! By HAL FORREST r MOW I WONDER WHAT 11 I H II I I I ist., fe'gjf? I I'M SORRY. TOMKIMS. BUTTTr5REMl ITeAD TH I sTTtTX By EDWIN BEN WEBSTER'S CAREER He Would, Tool Quartet Safe On Lake Pend Oreille SANDPOINT. Idaho. July 37 MP)--Whlle searchers scanned Lake Pend Oreille from two airplanes for evi dence of their fate, two men and two women rrachrd a telephone today to report their safety after two nights of exposure and hardships on tl.t shores of the wind-whipped 30-mi!e long lake. The four were Mr. and Mrs. Paul D Perry. Ed Hayden and Aire. L. Wlttormood. all of Spokane. They hsd been missing since they left on n Sunday excursion. hoiltes Hrrovered. NEW WESTMINSTER. B. C. July 37 I UP) Using special equipment, the Vancouver fire oepartment res cue squad last night recovered the bortie, of ThPinss Graham, &0. and his son. Fred, 16. who were asphyx iated by methane gas at t'.ie bottom ol a 75-loot well near Cloverdal. 200 Rescued From Flooded Colorado SAN SABA. Tel . July 37. (UPl Two rmndred person marooned by the flooded Colorado river at Bena. 30 miles southeast of Ban Saba, were rescued Isst nlRht by boatmen from Lampassas. Tea , who braved the roaring strenm. The rescue group, using a doren boats, was directed by county Judgd J. C. Abney of Lampassas. Abnoy said that five Inches of rain within the last 34 hours hsd brought Hie total rainfall to 13 Inches In the area since Saturday. 81x of the refugees were reported seriously ill Christian Science Reporter Expelled ROME. July 38 (API-Paul Cre mons. correspondent slnoe Iy33 tor the chrl.tlan Science Monitor and vice president ol the roieijn Press ' OH, IT'S YOU, MR. FT WHO EISE'D VOU T JT WHY, I LEFT BOTH BEN JONES LJ THINK 1 WAS? e sSi! ANt BRIAS HERE WHEN IJ M 6LAD TO 1 WHERE'SBEH?J yfrffiW7 WENT TO TOWN-HE TT nrnT I : V ?, I MUST BE AROUND rV f- UL r - 1 S0ME PIACE Wrr OH, SO HE MUST BE AROUND SOMEPLACE EH? WELL, PONY I STAND THERE LIKE A DUNCE 1 SET HIM IN HERE FOR MEJ FIND HIM! Jill I 1 aatW A I Me ( SEE, IF JASON JONES WAS THIRTY YEARS YOUN6ER AN DIDN'T MAVF a CPIPPLED LE6, HE(D BE RUBBIN HIS JAWr RI6HT NOW CAUSE I'D SOCK HIM' V A BEN WEBSTER'S CAREER The Bombshell By 80L HESS tMV GOODNESS! YT, MS OUST AELL'1 LLSAy W I!f'K?SLTc?9SNC BEBfl I GET THAT I TAKE THE. VVJlDOW ) A. NJBS DOES eXMVTWiMG, J BEUTE NtX ARE ITS 'A tA.NJD-GOisje Ns. R0MG rf ' ' HE DOES IT IN A. Bl& j&A y TMAT TUB MATRt- 1 V4.CWT? yl- 2&-''ia"" V WW. RiSHT OR Kv ) MOMIA.U GERM CWEOIED ' -t-K 7 "3 r ltitftf V wrom& . up his rirr- ?V I f ; ; i ' ; j ; ALGER