The Cass County Sun (Linden, Tex.), Vol. 64, No. 12, Ed. 1 Thursday, March 23, 1939 Page: 3 of 8
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Mountain man
/1 Bonne* fiction Serial
By HAROLD CHANNING WIRE
OH.C. Wlr«—WNU Servle*
SYNOPSIS
Jim Cotter, forest ranger, had been mys-
teriously killed in the pursuit of his duties.
Gordon Breck, his best friend, takes over
Cotter's job, hoping to avenge his murder.
"Dad" Cook, forest superintendent, warns
Breck that the Tlllson brothers, mountain
moonshiners, are apt to give him trouble.
Before leaving for his mountain station,
Breck buys an outfit and decides to attend
the public dance run by the Tillsons in Lone
Tree. At the dance Breck dances with Louise
Temple, pretty "cowgirl" for whom he takes
a liking. Unknown to Breck, she is being
courted by Art Tillson, youngest of the three
Tillson brothers. Angered by Breck's at-
tentions to the girl, he picks a fight which
ends indecisively when someone sets fire to
the hall. Breck and his chief set out for
the mountain station. Halfway, they are met
by Sierra Slim, moss-back mountaineer who
Is also ill [he forest service. Around the
campfire that night, Breck learns from Si-
erra that tracking down Jim Cotter's mur-
derer must be done cautiously and by de-
vious methods. Cook, Breck and Sierra
continue their ascent of the mountains.
Stopping to rest, they sight the Tillsons, re-
turning to their hideaway. Next day, Cook
sends Breck and Sierra in one direction to
repair the telephone line, while he takes
another. Over the campfire at night Sierra
tells Breck more about Louise Temple.
"That kid's a thoroughbred," he says. He
also believes that Art Tillson Is not essen-
tially "bad," but is the victim of circum-
stances. Returning to Cook's camp. Breck
is directed to go to Rock House Meadow,
his permanent base. On his way. he is
the target of a pistol shot from an unseen
assailant. The bullet misses, but his fright-
ened pack animals bolt and Breck goes In
pursuit. Finding a deserted cabin, he takes
shelter from the rain. A moment later two
of the Tillson brothers arrive and Breck
hides in the cabin loft. Then Art Tillson
arrives. Breck hears the three Tillsons dis-
cuss a plot against his life.
CHAPTER VIII—Continued
Hep lunged. Art doubled his fists.
Jud halted both with a look from
narrowed eyes. "Art," he said, and
the cold quality of his voice car-
ried meaning far beyond his words,
"you made a mistake. I told you to
stop that fellow, and you knew what
I meant." He paused, rigid, save
for a slow movement of jaw mus-
cles. "Next time you do it!"
Art turned impulsively. "Damn
it, Jud, ain't I had enough of this?
What's it going to get me anyway?"
"It has already got you a herd of
a thousand cattle. I'm giving you
that."
"Yeah, with a fine lot of strings!
I've got to keep 'em here on Sulphur
Creek and work for you whenever
you say. To hell with it!"
"Just the same," Jud urged,
"they're yours."
Art rolled a cigarette, surveying
Jud from over the edge as he licked
it. "All right, if they're mine I can
do what I please with them. So I'll
just stop the bunch tomorrow and
graze this season on Temple Mead-
ow."
A sneer came across the stove
from Hep. "Sweet! I reckon that
would just suit Louy."
"You leave Louy out of this. I
know what you're thinkin'!"
"And I know what you're doin'!"
This time Jud made no move to
interfere. Art's fist flashed over the
fire. Hep slumped and when he rose
Art followed, knocking him back
into one corner.
Breck found his own teeth
clenched. He looked down upon Art
Tillson with new understanding.
In a moment Hep got up, wiping a
bloody mouth and muttering under
his breath. Art ignored him.
"Now then," Jud said casually,
"if you two fools have got it over
with, we'll talk business. We might
as well keep in here until daylight,
then you'll go meet your herd at
the summit, Art, and shove 'em
down Sulphur. Hep and I'll go di-
rect to camp and fix things there.
As for that fellow—next time I lay
out a job, you work on it. No more
mistakes!"
Hep drew a box near the stove
and sat down, closing his eyes. Jud
remained standing, hunched over
the fire. Art went outside. He was
gone only a minute then reappeared
in the door.
"Jud, there's a couple of packs at
the corral!"
Instantly the stove was covered
again. Hep sprang from his box.
Jud gave orders. "You two go to
the fence. I'll stay off in the shad-
ows."
All three moved out and their foot-
steps died away.
Breck rose to his knees. Urgency
of aftion drove the stiffness from
him. Swift reasoning shot through
his mind. He had to get out; those
packs were his! If the Tillsons
looked further they might find his
horse. This loft was a poor place
now.
He was certain the men had gone
some distance beyond the cabin, at
least as far as the corral. Leaning
from the loft's edge, he looked down
into a black, silent room. He swung
over, clung to a beam, dropped
noiselessly. Nothing showed beyond
the door as he took a step, gun
poised, every sense alert for sound
or sight. He had reached the case-
ment, with one foot on the ground
outside, when a gray shape sprang
with white fangs opened at his
throat.
As he met the body with his gun
muzzle buried in the long fur, he
remembered Tillson's wolf-like dog.
His gun crashed and the open mouth
closed weakly. Before he could
move t.gain a man's hulk blocked
the way«
Breck covered it, keeping himself
in the dark. "Stop there!"
"No need for that, stranger,"
came Jud's voice. "You, Art and
Hep," he called over his shoulder,
"stow away your guns and come
here."
A movement sounded outside.
"Keep your hands up!" Breck
warned them. He watched the ob-
long of dim light that marked the
doorway.
Three forms appeared. He stood
back against the end wall. "One
of you uncover that stove."
It was Jud who obeyed, and then
spoke first. "Howdy, Ranger?"
Breck nodded, surveying the man
for any sign of what the next move
might be. Yet if Jud suspected
he had been in the cabin for some
time, he hid it.
Art and Hep squatted on their
heels and held empty hands to the
fire.
Breck felt the need of opening
matters at once.
"Too bad I killed your dog," he
began, indicating the gray shape
stretched on the floor. "He charged
from around the corner as I came
in."
Jud kicked the carcass to one
side. "Ain't going to be any trou-
ble about that. Suppose we talk
things over while we're all waiting
rain no longer beat upon the cabin.
"I suppose you figure to head in
with the cattle drive and take
count at Rock House?" Jud ob-
served.
"That's about it."
"Then your quickest way would
be south from here, meetin' the
bunch at Long Canyon."
No doubt there was a double pur-
pose in this directing, steering him
out of Sulphur; but Breck knew he
would have no immediate trouble.
Jud had given him a week.
"Get out of here, boys," Jud or-
dered. "We've got to be on the
summit when they come over. So
long, Ranger, see you at the count."
He strode off without a look back-
ward.
Art followed, arrogant disdain on
his young face as he passed. Only
Hep shot a sidelong glance; furtive,
evil-eyed, his puffed mouth drawn
down sneeringly. Breck watched
him beyond the door, tense with a
feeling that had grown strong and
certain through the night. Hep had
killed Jim Cotter!
He had no more proof than his
own reading of treachery in the
man, and the retort Art had hurled
at him; yet he was convinced. His
thoughts mulled on it as he returned
to the stove, stripped off khaki shirt
and breeches and hung them up to
V H
9
Art followed, knocking him back into one corner.
for the storm to blow past. You're
the new guard at Rock House, ain't
you?"
"Yes; and I'm willing to talk—as
far as the Forest Service is con-
cerned."
"That's what I mean. My way is
to come out in the open with new
rangers. Right now you strike me
as being a fair-minded sort. Under-
stand?"
"Not yet," Breck answered, "but
I'm a good listener."
"Then here's what I'm getting at.
Don't let yourself have any call to
ride this Sulphur country. I want
full use of it."
Breck nodded. "I understand,
Tillson. Am I to keep out just be-
cause you say so?"
"I pay for what I get!"
Jud paused. Breck felt the cold
gray eyes measuring his price.
"What does the government give
you for riding this range?" Jud went
on.
"One hundred and five a month."
"Making four hundred and twenty
for the season," the other added.
"All right, in that same season I'll
pay you two thousand to stay out."
Breck lifted his head sharply. He
had been prepared for a bribe of a
few hundred. But this—two thou-
sand! It came to him that the Till-
son business might concern more
than he had been told. Or else this
was a bluff.
He saw a flicker of satisfaction
cross Jud's face and knew that his
surprise was being misinterpreted,
so for a moment withheld his flat
refusal.
"We can all use money," Jud
urged, "and that's a good little
pile."
"Fair," Breck answered. "But
I'm not ready to take it."
Jud's eyes narrowed. "Good God
man! What do you want? You don't
need to take my promise. I'll have
the money cash in full for you to-
morrow night. Is that better?"
Breck had played the game, but
now a sudden revolt checked him
from any further show of dickering.
"I can't take it," he said bluntly.
"You needn't think it's a stand-
ing offer!" Jud retorted. "Now or
not at all."
Breck met his eyes levelly across
the fire. "Then it's not at all."
"I don't believe you're that big a
fool," said Jud. "And for once I'll
go back on my own word. I'll give
you a week to think about it."
He turned away, drawing out his
watch. "Hell, boys, it's three
o'clock!"
Breck could see that morning was
not far off. The blast of wind and
dry. Then came a clear realiza-
tion. He had entered into this forest
job to fulfill a pledge. That was
no longer the whole of it. Tonight
he had brought all things squarely
upon himself.
Firelight picked out the badge on
his shirt and a warm pride possessed
him as he stared at the lone pine
tree, flanked by the letters: U. S.
Since the war he had often recalled
those letters. Something of the grim
eagerness of first enlistment days
returned to him now.
CHAPTER IX
With the break of dawn Breck
caught his stock and rode into a
deer trail beyond the meadow. The
Tillsons had gone by the same route.
Tracks of three horses showed in
the wet ground. They led up a
ridge, then climbed a backbone
some distance before they descend-
ed into the next canyon.
Water was fresh in the first
stream he crossed, but the second
flowed warm and odorous. Here the
trail marks changed. They thinned
out, only one animal having passed
where there had been three. Art
was the one who had continued.
That was according to Jud's order
last night. Breck turned in his sad-
dle. What had become of the other
two?
Ten o'clock brought him to the
blazed Rock House trail, and a little
before noon he topped a ridge that
flanked Long Canyon. What he saw
then gripped him with swift won-
der. Thousands of cattle had come
over the eastern summit and were
pouring down the canyon in a red,
bellowing stream.
Cowhands, looking like black
specks from this distance, darted
along the line, pushing back bunches
that broke from the main flow. Dogs
raced in with them. The animals
moved on endlessly, slowly heading
down until Long Canyon could spew
them into the bowl of Rock House
Meadow. There they would be held
over night. In the morning Breck's
job of allotment would begin.
He could see no real chance for
trouble. A book in his pocket told
the exact number of cattle on each
man's permit. Cook's instructions
had been: "Allow twenty over your
count—you might make that much
of a mistake—but no more." To
which he had added a word of
warning: "Go out on patrol the
night the drive reaches Rock House.
Someone usually tries to push a few
bunches ahead of the release day."
When all the animals had come
over the summit, the stream was a
mile long and a quarter wide, en-
tirely filling the grass bottom of
Long Canyon. Breck rode down to
fall in behind the drive, coming into
the roar and bellow, above which
the cowboys' "Hoosh! Hoosh!" burst
constantly.
Some of the hands were Piute In-
dians from the desert, short dark
fellows on paint horses. They nod-
ded to Breck's greeting. Cattlemen
shouted "Howdy!" as they flashed
by in their ceaseless charging
against rear animals.
It was in one of these rushes that
he saw Art Tillson astride a chest-
nut horse. Then came a roll of dust
and he could see no more than the
rise and fall of red backs, white
horns, lashing tails. Behind him his
packs snorted out the thick air. He
followed the example of other men
and hung a bandana over his nose.
The drive flowed on. At times the
punchers dropped out to talk and
drink at the creek; then dogs alone
kept the line moving. Some of the
cowhands came around Breck, siz-
ing him up, but for the most part
they were aloof and he knew that
any friendship must start from him-
self.
One in particular swung often
within a certain distance, remained
there for a moment, then darted off,
riding a tall blue horse with more
than the usual cowboy's abandon.
Finally this figure approached clos-
er in the dust and he realized it
was not a man.
He turned his mount that way.
Louise Temple lowered the handker-
chief from her face. "Hello there,
Ranger!"
"We meet again," Breck laughed.
He held out his hand to her.
She grasped it across the space
between their saddles. "You're sur-
prised?" she asked, adding, "So am
I. You didn't tell me you belonged
up here."
They rode together for a time, and
he made conversation in order to
keep her near. He wanted to watch
her. She was prettier than he had
thought at the dance that night; at
least more picturesque. She wore
a roll-brim Stetson of deep brown.
It went well with her tanned ski?
and dark eyes. A man's shirt of
white silk lay open against her firm
slender throat, and was drawn dowfc
tightly over her breast to be tucked
into blue denim jeans. Her cowboy
boots were black with short spurs
jingling at the heels.
(TO HE CONTINUED)
'Progress' Cited in London by Changing
Names of Many Streets, Lanes, Alleys
Expatriated Londoners will be
sadly confused should they return
again to the metropolis. In many
ways which appear almost as van-
dalism the grand old city has been
yielding to "progress," says the To-
ronto Globe and Mail. Haunts fa-
miliar to citizens of a century, or
even a generation, ago gradually
are disappearing; and now it is an-
nounced that town planning—inevi-
table associate of improvement and
expansion—has resulted during the
last three years in the changing of
1,867 street, lane and alley names.
Little respect has been paid to the
sentimental objections of the deni-
zens. One argument for these
changes is the confusion for postal
and fire brigade services created
by 20 High streets, 67 Church
streets, nine Lovers' lanes and so
on.
With characteristic English thor-
oughness residents are provided
with several methods of objecting
to these changes. First they are
notified by a subcommittee of the
general town planning committee,
and may protest in writing or by
petition. They may also enlist the
aid of their borough council, which
has the right to protest. But town
planning committees are not
swayed by sentiment, and most of
the name changes go through.
It is, of course, inevitable that
there be such changes in a great
city, the growth of centuries, which
gradually has absorbed district aft-
er district with similar street
names. The chief difficulty of the
town planning committee is report-
ed to be the finding of suitable new
names for so many hundred streets,
lanes and alleys bearing titles that
have come down through the years,
and which all have something of a
personal interest for those whose
lives have been spent in the neigh-
borhood.
Electric Foot-Rule
We can measure weight by the
ton or by the grain or dram. We
can measure distance by light years
or inches. We use the unit most
convenient for the objective at hand.
But at present we use only one com-
mercial measure for electricity—the
kilowatt-hour, which is 1,000 watt-
hours.
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By REV. HAROLD L. LUNDQUIST,
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of Chicago.
© Western Newspaper Union.
Lesson for March 26
Lesson subjects and Scripture texts se-
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PETER INTERPRETS CHRIST'S
SUFFERINGS AND DEATH
LESSON TEXT—I Peter 1:17-23; 2:20-25.
GOLDEN TEXT—For Christ also hath
once suffered for sins, the Just for the un-
just, that he might bring us to God. being
put to death In the flesh, but quickened by
the Spirit.—I Peter 3:18.
A witness is one who knows by
personal experience about that con-
cerning which he testifies. Certain-
ly no one could speak with more pro-
priety or assurance concerning the
sufferings and death of Christ than
Peter. As one of the inner circle,
he, with James and John, was with
Jesus on almost every important
occasion. He was on the Mount of
Transfiguration, and with the Lord
in the garden of Gethsemane. He
witnessed His trial and in all prob-
ability His crucifixion. He was first
at the empty tomb. Furthermore,
he could speak as one who had in
a moment of weakness denied the
Lord and who had come by way of
doubt and despair back to his faith
in the Saviour. It is not only ap-
propriate that we should study Pe-
ter's words on this subject but it is
also the greatest possible theme
with which to close our three-month
study of the life and work of Peter.
For all that he was and all that he
did, can be explained only by his
faith in a redeeming Christ.
I. Christ—the Saviour (I Pet. 1:17-
23).
It is highly important that we
meet the flood of smoothly phrased
recognition of our Christ as the Mas-
ter which at the same time denies
Him as dying Redeemer. Hence
we stress
1. A redemption by blood (w. 17-
20). This is a subject that all those
who know God and "call on him as
Father" (v. 17) approach in that
reverential attitude which we call
the "fear of God," which is not a
cringing fear but a loving reverence.
In that spirit we should proclaim
that apart from the shedding of
Christ's blood there can be no re-
mission of sin. Money and other
material things can only purchase
other material and corruptible
things. Our redemption could be
bought only by the precious blood
of the sinless, divine, and eternal
Son of God, Jesus Christ (w. 19,
20).
2. A life of faith (vv. 21-23). The
faith and hope of the Christian are
"in God." We do not trust in the
arm of flesh. Our assurance is not
in man or his devices. The gather-
ing of riches, the increase of arma-
ments, the acquisition of new terri-
tory by fair means or foul—let fool-
ish men who know not God rejoice
in such assurances of safety, but our
faith is in God.
This life of faith is not an inactive
thing, a settling back into a com-
fortable but effortless appreciation
of God's great gift. It leads to obe-
dience to the truth; fervent, un-
feigned love of the brethren; purity
of life (v. 22). Being born again
means living in newness of life in
Christ.
II. Christ—the Example (I Pet.
2:20-25).
Christ is not our example in the
sense that we are to attain to eter-
nal life and joy by an imitation of
His life. That would be manifestly
impossible, for we would have to be-
gin where He began—He was with-
out sin. But we "all have sinned
and come short of the glory of God."
We need a Saviour, not an example,
as far as redemption is concerned.
Having been saved by faith in His
blood, we are ready to look upon
Him as our example.
1. Our suffering (vv. 20, 21). One
of the serious problems of life is suf-
fering, and as we suggested last
week, being a Christian does not
grant us ar.y immunity. If we suf-
fer because of our own sin, we |
must expect to bear the result pa- j
tiently; but even above that, when j
we find ourselves suffering for well-
doing, we are to glorify God by
bearing it patiently for Christ's I
sake. Nothing is a stronger testi- !
mony for Christ than a true Chris- \
tian spirit in time of trial and sor- i
row.
2. The suffering of Christ (vv. 21- '
25). Our minds turn to Isaiah 53 and
Psalm 22, as well as to the Gospel j
narratives, as we think of our Lord's !
suffering. As we read the words, {
"Christ . . . suffered for you," we j
join the saintly expositor of the !
Word who fell upon his face sob-
bing, "For me, for me, He bore it
all for me." How can anyone re-
ject Him? How can you, unsaved
reader of these lines, any longer
turn this loving Saviour away?
These are trying days for the
souls of men. In many parts of the
world Christians are tasting the bit-
ter cup of persecution. The day
may come when we must meet the
same fate, and even now we know
what it means to bear the scorn of
unbelievers. Shall we become fear-
ful or embittered in our hearts? No,
"consider him that endured such
contradiction of sinners against him-
self, lest ye be wearied and faint in
your minds. Ye have not yet re-
sisted unto blood, striving against
sin" (Heb. 12:3, 4). But H« did!
Wonderful Saviour!
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