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FRIDAY, MAY 6, 1938 VERNONIA EAGLE, VERNONIA, OREGON PAGE EIGHT Light-Hearted Fashions For a Gay Vacation! WILLIAM MACLEOD RAINE’S Za îlidc thè. RweiWiih T'HE approach of summer -*• makes us all long to get into bright, easy, carefree clothes, even if we’ *e planning to vacation at home, with occasional week ends at the lake or seaside. These COPYRIGHT WILLIAM MACLEOD RAINE—WNU SERVICE SYNOPSIS Ruth Chiswick ol L C ranch, obsessed by fear of danger to her outspoken father, Lee. from a band of lawless rustlers headed by Sherm Howard, decides to save him by elop ing with young Lou Howard. Sherm's son. and comes to the town of Tail Holt to meet him. While In Yell Sanger's store, a crook nosed stranger enters, sizes up the situation, and when a drunken cowboy, Jim Pender, rides in and starts shooting, protects Ruth, while Lou Howard hides. Disgusted with Lou's cowardice. Ruth calls off the elope ment. and sends the stranger tor her father at the gambling house across the street. There the stranger, calling himself Jeff Gray, meets Morgan Norris, a killer. Curly Connor. Kansas. Mlle High. Sid Hunt, and other rustlers, and Sherm Howard. Lee Chiswick enters, with his foreman. Dan Brand, and tells Sherm Howard of his or ders to shoot rustlers at sight. Jeff Gray returns to Ruth and coldly reassures her of her father's safety. At supper. Ruth Intro duces Jeff to her father and Brand, and in Sanger's store later she speaks cordially to Curly Connor. Coming out of the store, they are greeted by sudden gunplay. Lee is wounded, and Jeff Gray appears with a smoking revolver. Two days later, Ruth tells her father of her projected elopement and her disillusionment. Later. Ruth meets Jeff Gray, whom she thinks tried to kill her father. When he tries to hold her bridle. Ruth accidentally presses the trigger of her gun, and wounds Jeff. She takes him to Pat Sorley's camp. Ruth felt anger stir in her, but she kept it down. “If there’s any thing I can do for you while you’re here—anything I can bring you,” she said in a carefully even voice. “I’m going to see you again, am I? How nice! There are several things you can bring me. One is some tobacco. I’d like two-three books, and the latest newspaper you have. Also, bring Lee Chiswick. I want a powwow with him.” “I’ll ’send the books with my fa ther," she said. Lee Chiswick broke into his daughter’s story excitedly. "He’s hanging around waiting for a chance to dry-gulch me.” Ruth shook her head. “I thought so at first. I don’t now. Listen.” “Lucky the wolf didn’t do you a meanness when he had a chance.” The strong jaw of the cattleman set. “I’ll have him rounded up and rubbed out before he’s 24 hours old er.” “You won’t need to round him up. I can tell you where he is. My CHAPTER IV—Continued story isn’t finished. Do you want to hear it or not?” •‘Must I?” He grinned at her with “Where is he?” demanded Chis cheerful effrontery. wick. “Of course you must.” Ruth al “He’s at the rimrock line-camp, most stamped her foot in exaspera with a bullet-hole in his leg.” tion. "If you didn’t do it, who did?” “Did Pat get him?” “I wouldn’t know.” “No. I did.” She took that up triumphantly. “You what?” "Neither you nor anybody else.” “I shot him.” "But I could guess.” Her father stared at her with “Who, then?” she demanded. blank astonishment. “Good God, "If I ever mention it, probably it girl! What do you mean?” will be to the gent himself,” he said “I tried to pass him. He caught softly. at the bridle rein. I don’t know why. “I thought so.” Perhaps he couldn’t get out of the Gray turned to the line-rider. way and didn’t want Blue Chip to "Two shots were fired before Mr. Chiswick's friends took a hand. I fired the second. Point is, who cut loose with the first?” "If you weren’t in it, why did you shoot at all?” Ruth asked. "I’ve asked myself that two-three times since,” he replied suavely. "Plumb dumb of me. For 20 years I’ve been minding my own busi ness exclusive, yet soon as I hit Tail Holt I butt into yours, not only once but se-ve-real times. I wouldn’t know why, unless I’ve gone loco.” "You beat around the bush with out telling anything," the girl charged. "By your own story you shot at the boss onct,” Sorley snapped. "Right after you’d eaten supper with him and Miss Ruth.” “Who said that was my story? I don’t recollect ever telling it.” Ruth stared at the hardy scamp, her eyes dilating with excitement. “You mean you didn't fire at Father at all, but at the villain who was trying to kill him?” “Go to the head of the class, Miss,” Gray said, with a grim ironic smile. "It’s the best story I could think up after three or four days, so I thought I would come back and try it on Lee Chiswick. 'Course “What name shall I say?” asked you're smart as a whip, and I Reynolds. wouldn’t expect to put it across with trample him down. Somehow my you.” A queer lift of joy sang in the gun went off and hit him. I didn’t girl’s blood. She knew this was the want him to die before he could truth. It explained everything. He get help, so I took him to the camp.” “Why didn’t you come and get had fired on the assassin and run forward to protect her father from some of us?” he asked, his voice any others who might turn their sharp with anxiety. “He might have guns on him while he was defense shot you down on the way." “I was as safe with him as I less. Naturally his purpose had been mistaken. The fire of Dan would be with you, Father,” she and Curly had driven him away. said. “He isn’t that kind of man. He had no time to explain. If he I don’t like him. He’s . . . insult stayed, he would be shot down. ing. But he is not the kind of ruffi There was no chance to show his an who would hurt a woman or weapon, with only one chamber would take advantage of a man in a empty. Now he had no evidence to fight. He didn’t shoot you. Some one else did.” back his story. “That’s crazy talk!” Lee shouted. “Why didn’t you tell me before?' “We saw him do it.” she cried. “We thought we saw him do it,” “You and yore friends are so handy with guns I never get time to she corrected. “But we didn't. He saw someone fire at you and shot at make oration,” he said dryly. the man. Then he ran forward to Distress flooded her. She had shot protect you, and we all thought he him, after he had perhaps saved was the killer. Think it over. Fa the life of her father. ther. From the position you were "His story don’t look good to me." standing the bullet that creased you Sorley said coldly. “I would say he must have been fired in the alley, was runnin* a whizzer on us, Miss but this Gray came another direc Ruth.” tion.” “Got it all figured out, haven’t "No. It’s true.” The girl drew a deep breath of relief. "I’m awf’ly you—with his help?” Lee said an glad it is." grily. “If he had been the man, would The wounded man looked at her. "What difference does it make to he have run forward into the nest of you whether I or someone else shot us? It isn't reasonable. He was taken by surprise when Dan began him?” he asked. shooting at him. I could see that. Her eyes met his, the color on To save his life he had to get out.” her cheeks hot beneath them. “I "What's he doing here, then?” don't like you a bit. I think you are “He wants to see you. I don’t hateful. But I didn’t believe you know what about. He insisted on were a low scoundrel until—what I my bringing you." saw at Tail Holt. Now I know "He’ll see me. all right.” the cat you’re not that kind of man. You tleman said, his voice harsh and saved my father's life. I don't know grim. how to thank you . . . or to tell “My opinion is that he saved your you how sorry I am that I hurt life, after he had already taken care you." of me when a crazy man was on “So now it's all right," he jeered, the shoot. Then I put a bullet in “and I ought to tell you how grate him, and now you want to finish ful I am for the lead pill you gave him." Ruth spoke with sharp bitter me. ness. "1’ve told you I'm sorry, and that "1'11 listen to him.” Lee told her. I didn’t mean to do it," Ruth said. "I'll hear what he has got to say. “That’s fine. You just pointed Maybe you are Right, but I don't yore popgun at me to make Fourth- believe it. If he comes clean and of-July flreworks. I'm lucky you tells me what he is doing here— and if what he says satisfies me— picked only a leg to puncture.” he’ll be as safe with me as in God’s pocket. I’ll have him brought to the house and we’ll take care of him here. But he can’t pull the wool over my eyes. He has got to be straight goods.” “That’s fair,” Ruth agreed. “I don’t know anything about who he is. Maybe he’s an outlaw on the dodge. He’s as hard as iron and he may have gone bad. But there’s something clean about him. He wouldn’t shoot a man in the back. I’d stake everything I had on that." Chiswick nodded. “I would have said that myself, and I’m not often wrong about a man. When he ran at me with his gun smoking, I was sure surprised. Maybe you’re right, daughter. He’ll get a chance to tell his story.” “May I ride up to the line-camp with you?” Ruth asked. “No!” he exploded, and slammed a fist down on the breakfast-table to emphasize his decision. “You can’t go with me. What’s the mat ter with you, girl? You head for trouble like a thirsty steer for wa ter. First, you run off with a no- 'count scalawag not worth a hill of beans, then you shoot another and tote him to hospital without asking me a by-your-leave. That’s no way for a lady to do. No wonder folks think you’re a wild young hellion. You are grown up now. You got to learn to act genteel.” “Would it be unladylike for me to go down with you and take some fried chicken and biscuits to a sick man?” she wanted to know. “You fix up this fried chicken and I’ll take it down,” Lee said firmly. “I aim to be reasonable, but I’m through letting you behave so crazy.” Ruth gave up. She packed. the tobacco, the books, and the food. For Pat she put in a corn-cob pipe to replace the broken clay one. Knowing her father’s impulsive nature, she was full of misgivings. Over his shoulder, as he started, he called back a word of reassur ance. “Don’t you worry, daughter. I’m not going off half-cocked. If this Gray can show me he’s not a yellow coyote. I’ll not harm him.” In a natural meadow half a mile from the house he stopped to give Dan Brand instructions about the drive of yearlings sold to Broder ick. This done, he told his son Frank and the foreman what he had just learned from Ruth. Frank asked to ride with him to Sorley’s camp. The Chiswicks rode up to the rim rock and skirted the edge of it un til they reached a break. Through this they climbed to the lip of the park where the line-camp lay. From the chimney of the cabin a thin trickle of smoke drifted. “Pat is probably line-riding and has left this fellow alone,” Frank said. As they drew closer, Lee hulloed the house. From the boulder field back of it an echo came back to them. No other answer sounded. A second time he shouted, still without response. “Get your gun out, boy,” he or dered grimly. “I don’t like this.” He swung from the saddle and drew the rifle attached to it. Frank dismounted hurriedly, his horse be tween him and the house. “I sure don’t want to get blasted out of my saddle,” he said. The two men worked toward the cabin, using their horses to screen them as much as possible from any sharpshooters who might be in the building or among the rocks above Nobody stirred except themselves. Frank felt a strange prickling sen sation run up and down his spine. Any moment there might come a crash of guns. Lee maneuvered close to the door, then made a bolt for it. His son was inside scarce a second later. The cabin was empty. Cross Wheat and Couch Grass to Halt Shifting of the Farm Soil in Canada In some parts of Canada a serious problem has been confronting farm ers for many years now—one with which no English farmer is likely to be faced. Their farms won't stay put. On the wide prairies of North America acres of loose soil shift each year, through the action of wind and rain. Up to the present there has been nothing to prevent it. 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Canadian farmers wiU have much to thank the scientists for when they plant this grain, and another on which . the scientists are working now. The latter is a cross between wheat and rye, which, it is hoped, will be capable of withstanding the bitter cold of the long northern win ters, and of producing a useful crop at the same time. The Canadian farmers' continued prosperity de pends on some such type of grain. At present the yield is too small to be useful, but in the future, no doubt, it will be a standard crop. AGENTS Distributer, financially responsible. Health Food experience helpful. FOOD PROD- UCTfi. its MARKET ST.. In Fraaelsee. FARMS FOR SALE PfirsonalService Bureau advertises 160acre» 3tock Ranch Fenced, Located in Eastern Oregon; Sac. Seventeen Hundred dollars. Terms. Route (8). Box 584. Portland. Oro. “Where’s the fellow gone?" Lee asked. “I reckon he wasn’t as bad hurt as he was making out," Frank said. “What’s this?” Lee picked a piece of wrapping paper from the table. He read aloud something that had been scrawled on it with a pencil. “Much obliged. Doc, for fixing my leg. See you later maybe." Jeff Gray rode into Tail Holt two days after leaving the rimrock line camp. His broad shoulders sagged with weariness. The eyes of the man were sunken. The lean face was haggard and unshaven. At the Alamo corral he dismounted stiffly. The owner of the place, Jim Rey nolds, squinted an unspoken ques tion at him from under slanted eye brows. There was an arresting quality about Gray that held atten tion. The fatigue, the stains of trav el, did not conceal his dominant force. He unsaddled the sweat- streaked roan gelding with a compe tent economy of motion. When he moved, a pantherish ripple ran wavelike through his well - packed muscles. “Yore bronc some gaunted,” Rey nolds said. “Some,” Gray agreed. He watered and fed the animal himself. Reynolds watched him, ob serving that he knew how to treat a hot, tired horse. The'corral-owner wondered who this stranger was. “I’ll put up at Ma Presnall’s if she has room for me,” Gray said. "Could you send word to Sherm Howard that I’m there and want to see him?” “What name shall I say?” asked Reynolds. “Jeff Gray. I’m obliged, sir.” Gray limped up the street toward the boarding-house. Ma Presnail had her muscular arms bare to the elbows. There was a splash of flour on one temple. She had been baking. Her face was leathery and wrinkled, the challenge of her washed-out eyes direct and hard. For twenty years she had lived in frontier camps and held her own. He could have a room and board, she said, for a dollar a day or five dollars a week. Strangers paid in advance. A five-dollar bill passed from Gray to her and she led him to his room. After washing the caked dust from face and hands, he lay down on the bed. The wound in his leg was throbbing. For the better part of sixty hours he had been in the sad dle and he was almost worn out. When the opportunity came he would bathe and dress the hurt. Just now he had not time. He was ex pecting a visit from Sherman How ard and perhaps from others. It was unfortunate that his entry into Tail Holt had been so melodra matic. Probably he would have to light out again, if they gave him a chance to go. With his pocket-knife he ripped open the lining of his vest and drew out a folded paper. He expected to need it shortly. The paper was a printed poster offering a reward of 2,000 for the capture of Clint Doke, the leader of a band of outlaws who had held up and robbed the Texas and Southern Flyer. A description of the desperado was given. With it was a picture taken from a cut. The face that looked back from the poster at Jeff Gray was his own. 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