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THE CASS COUNTY SUN
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© By Ernest Haycox
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By VIRGINIA VALE
Released by Western Newspaper Union.
| INX FALKENBURG received
J an urgent request from a
group of soldiers at a U. S.
military outpost recently; sign-
ing themselves as the boys in
"Hut #33, Iceland," they begged
her to send them a large pic-
ture of herself in a bathing
suit, as soon as possible. "We
want to put it on the wall for two
important reasons," they wrote. "1—
tt will give us something interest-
ing to look at. 2—It will help to
keep the captain's eyes busy when
he comes around' to inspect our
guarters." She sent a picture five
feet high!
"Once Upon a Honeymoon" unites
three of the screen's top figures in
the studio where each has previous-
ly scored triumphs—RICO Radio.
They're Ginger Rogers and Cary
Grant, who've both made plenty of
hit pictures, and Leo McCarey,
producer-director of such delightful
films as "Love Affair" and "My
Favorite Wife." "Once Upon a
Honeymoon" is the kind of thing
they all do best.
—*—
Thousands of moviegoers, on read-
ing of Elmer Davis' appointment as
•director of the Office of War Infor-
mation, recalled seeing him on the
screen. To "Information Please"
fans he was one of the highlights
of the series issued by RKO Pathe.
—*—
Bill Stern, NBC director of sports
and famous sportscaster, plays him-
self in Samuel Goldwyn's "The
Pride of the Yankees," which stars
Gary Cooper and is based on the
BILL STERN
life of the late Lou Gehrig. Theresa
Wright, Walter Brennan and Babe
Ruth head the supporting cast. Stern
flew from the Coast to participate
in the scene showing "Lou Gehrig
Memorial day," which marked
Gehrig's retirement.
J. Carroll Naish is going to be
seen as an ape-man, no less, in
20th Century-Fox's "Buried Alive."
It's this company's first effort in
the horror line, and just the title
promises well. John Shepperd and
Lynne Roberts will have the roman'
tic leadst
—*—
Rosalind Russell is booked for an-
other of those pictures in which she's
such a clever and handsome young
business woman that she makes
business women in the audience
green with envy. This one will be
"Portrait of a Lady," and the plot
(which somehow has a familiar
ring) deals with the efforts of a hus-
band to win his wife away from a
business career.
—*—
"Guerrilla Brigade," the Soviet
picture which was shoyvn in New
York recently, has been booked by
the RKO circuit and is scheduled for
national release. This is the first
time in some years that a Russian
picture has been booked by a major
theater chain here.
—*
Those bitter little quarrels be-
tween actors and motion picture
companies no longer mean what
they once did, not since radio's here
to stay. When Madeleine Carroll
and Paramount disagreed not long
ago, the beautiful Miss Carroll
merely departed for New York and
picked up some engagements to
broadcast, at $2,500 each. Paul
Muni and his studio parted, so he
did a stage play, got $5,000 apiece
for several radio performances, then
signed with another studio. John
Garfield and Warner Bros, dis-
agreed, and radio grabbed him.
—*—
William L. Shirer talks to his
friend, Edward R. Murrow ("This
Is London") every Sunday before
their respective broadcasts. The
conversation is over a private wire,
and the first thing Murrow asks is
about the baseball teams.
ODDS AND ENDS—Janet Blair, for-
mer singer with Hal Kemp'i orchestra and
noui playing the title role in "My Sister
Eileen," is rehearsing the songs for a new
civic opera to be presented late this sum-
mer in Los Angeles . , . MainboehWt-m>
mous dressmaker who's been responsible
for many of the Duchess of Windsor's cos-
tumes, has been signed to a term contract
by Fox .. . Bob Burns has a new bazooka,
made from scraps from P-38 bombers by
the boys who build the planes . . . Donna
Reed's wearing the silver wings of a pilot
on the Anti-Submarine Patrol in the Atlan-
tic, Lt. Donald Arlen, whom she's never
teen.
THE STORY SO FAR: Clay Morgan,
a solitary man who cannot forget tho
wife who d 1 - (I hating him, refuse! to
"play ball" with Ben Herendeen, a
rancher who wants to run the cattle
country bli own way. Morgan li a big
rancher and knows be must protect him-
self against rustlers and "nesters," but
he doesn't like Herendeen's methods. Of
his old friends, only Hack Breathitt has
not gone over to Herendeen's side. The
others—like Lige White, Charley Hill-
bouse and Gurd Grant—are supporting
Herendeen more or less In self defense.
Gurd Grant's sister, Catherine, is In
love with Clay. She comes to see him
and Is forced to hide when riders are
heard approaching. The flrst Is Hack
Breathitt, out of breath from hard riding.
Now continue with tbe story.
CHAPTER V
Hack Breathitt stepped to the
porch. He said: "I guess I need a
little help on this." He was a thin,
agitated shape in the. shadows; he
was swearing softly to himself, full
of anger. He listened to the strength-
ening rush of the yonder horses.
"That will be Herendeen and Lige
White and Gurd Grant. It has come
to a hell of a pass when a man
can't ride these hills as he pleases."
Clay Morgan said, rough and sud-
den: "If they're stepping on your
feet, take a shot at them."
Hack let out a heavy, irritated
sigh. "Not yet, Clay. I'm tryin' to
be peaceable."
They said no more, for the three
ranchers had reached the yard.
They were stopped, they were keep-
ing to their saddles, and letting the
silence run; they could see Hack
and Morgan on the porch, touched
by the outshining lamp light from
the living room of the house.
The three left their saddles, slow-
ly coming into the light. Morgan
had his qujck sight of their faces, of
Gurd's worried expression and of
Lige White's embarrassed dislike at
what he was now doing, and of Ben
Herendeen's^ bony, flat triumph.
"It's what I expected," Herendeen
said.
"You're lucky I didn't knock you
out of that saddle," grumbled Hack
Breathitt.
"If you had nothin' to worry
about, why run?" asked Herendeen.
Hack Breathitt was a shrewd man
and he had no trust in Ben Heren-
deen. He said, halfway between out-
rage and amusement: "Wasn't run-
nin', Ben. I was just bein' careful.
I just kept rememberin' Ollie
Jacks."
Gurd Grant said: "We were com-
ing along the trail down by Dell
Lake and saw you and Pete Bor-
ders riding together. Pete hit off
one way and you went another. All
we wanted to know was why you
camped with him last night. But
you made a run of it."
"Clay," said Herendeen, "you pro-
pose to shelter every brush-jumper
that comes along?"
"Hack's a friend of mine," stated
Morgan, "and he's on my iand. I'll
stand behind him."
Herendeen said, to Breathitt, "If
I ever see you around my country,
Hack, I'll open up on you." He
swung on his heels and left the
porch.
From his place by the doorway,
Morgan noticed Gurd Grant swing
from the porch end with a strange
jerk of his shoulders and cross at
once to his horse. He mounted
quickly, waiting for Lige White and
Herendeen. Darkness covered this
yard but Morgan saw Gurd's white
and vague and staring face in the
heavy shadows." A moment later all
three of them trotted from the yard.
As they left, Lige White said
something to Grant. Gurd Grant
never heard it. In stepping to the
end of the porch he had noticed his
sister's horse in the farther dark-
ness and at that moment all his
long wonder at her relations with
Morgan froze into solid certainty—
and left him, in that one passing
interval, no longer Morgan's friend.
Hack said: "Well, I'll drift along."
"'Put up for the night, Hack."
"No," said Hack. "But I'm obliged
for the help." He looked down at
the floor, involved in his own un-
certain thoughts. "It is the last
time I'll run from those fellows.
Clay. I wanted no shootin'. Now, I
don't give a damn."
"Watch your step. Don't let Ben
push you into the wrong stall."
Hack drew a long breath. "So
far,1? he said, "I ain't done a thing
to be ashamed of, Clay. I want
you to know that. Well, so-long."
He was soon gone, galloping south-
ward down the narrow valley. Mor-
gan waited until the sound of all
these travelers faded into the night
before going to the living room.
Catherine came from the hallway
toward him.
"Clay—did he see my horse?"
"I took it back of the house."
Relief came to her, though there
was a shading of worry that
wouldn't leave. "Gurd's a little
touchy about me. I wouldn't want
. . ." She didn't finish that sentence.
She showed him a stronger color-
ing, and covered it up with a quick
question. "I heard all the talk. Are
you sure you're right, Clay?"
He said: "Do what you can to
keep Gurd out of it. Ben's going to
play hell with a lot of people. If it
comes to a showdown I'll have to
go against him."
She murmured, "I know," and the
color of her eyes turned darker,
turned softer. She saw the length
of his jaw and the tension around
hii lips and the smoky excitement
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Mrs. Gale suddenly reached for the smallest child,
wrapping her apron around him—
rising in his eyes. She said in a
small, hurried voice, "Good night,
Clay," and went by him. He walked
to the porch and waited until she
rode around the house. She paused
a moment and held out her hand.
The pressure of it was strong; and
the shock was there again for him.
She said, at once cool and near
laughter: "Will I see you in town.
Clay? There's a dance Friday. I
think Ben will be taking me."
"I'll be there," he said.
On Thursday evening just beyond
sunset, Ben Herendeen reached the
ridge behind the Gale homestead
and came over it so suddenly that
he caught the Gale family eating
supper under a lone juniper tree in
the yard. He might have taken the
route straight across Fanolango Des-
ert, but this would have given Gale
notice from afar. Liard Connor and
Bones McGeen, both being men who
liked this kind of business, were with
him.
It amused Herendeen to see the
complete shock his arrival pro-
duced. Gale rose, gaunt and gray-
headed and old-faced in the twilight.
Mrs. Gale suddenly reached for
the smallest child, wrapping her
apron around him.
There were three other children
in the family, a girl near twenty
and two younger boys. All of them
remained still and for a moment he
could see something pretty close to
terror in the eyes of Gale's wife.
In a way it pleased him to find them
still on the ranch. He proposed to
make an example of the family and
this made it easy.
"I gave you time," pointed out
Herendeen.
"Time for what?" asked Gale.
"To kick a man around like a dog?
I ain't hurting you. This ain't near
your range. It should be Mr. White's
say—and he ain't complained." He
didn't speak of his legal right to be
here on free Government land, for
he knew how hopeless it was in front
of a cattleman in cattle country.
"That's enough," said Herendeen.
"All you nesters are alike. I give
you twenty minutes to clear your
junk out of the shack."
Mrs. Gale at once turned and ran
for the house, calling over her shoul-
ders, "Gale, help me. Daisy—come
help me."
Gale didn't move. He had his head
down and he stared at the ground,
hard-caught by indecision and futili-
ty. The girl, Herendeen observed,
was pretty. He stared at her out
of interested eyes and was irritated
by the judgment he discovered on
her face.
The women were carrying their
possessions out of the house—their
kitchen implements, their clothes,
their few sticks of furniture., Her-
endeen said, almost laughing, "Old
man, if you expect to save your
wagon you better get it out of the
shed."
Gale stirred himself. He walked
across the yard with his knees nev-
er quite straightening. He called to
the oldest boy, "Give me a hand, son-
ny," and both of them seized the
tongue of the wagon and backed it
from the shed. Afterwards Gale
went into the corral for his horses.
Herendeen watched the family move
around, the yard. He looked at his
watch, and was a little disappoint-
ed that it was so easy. He said:
"That's twenty minutes. Set 'em
afire."
Bones McGeen rode to the shed.
Liard Connor got down and went
into the house. Herendeen heard
him tramping around the place; the
stove crashed down and in a little
while smoke began to puff through
the door. Connor came back. Mc-
Geen had piled some sage wood
against the corner of the shed, and
now this fire began to burn. Gale
stopped harnessing the horses. He
put his back against the wagon,
watching the fire catch hold.
One side of the shed turned into a
yellow sheet of flame; the doorway
of the shanty showed a solid roll of
smoke and fire inside—and there was
no way now for the Gales to save
anything. Herendeen said, to his
men: "I guess that's all." But he
looked at the girl, speculating on.
her. He said: "I'm not as bad as
you'd figure. You want a job? It's
one way of keeping your family
alive, anyhow,"
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Gale left the horses and walked to
Herendeen. He said: "Mr. Heren-
deen, my daughter would drop dead
before she took anything from you.
And if she did take anything I'd
kill her. I guess you've done us all
the hurt you can. Go on and leave
us alone. Someday, maybe I can
pay you back."
"Hold on there," said Herendeen.
He got off his horse and walked
up to Gale, catching the front of
Gale's shirt in ,his fingers. He shook
Gale a little but there wasn't any
resistance in the older man at all;
his body swayed to the pressure of
Herendeen's arm. Mrs. Gale's eyes
showed a sudden terror. One of the
boys reached down to seize a rock;
he would have thrown it at Heren-
deen if the girl hadn't caught his
arm.
Herendeen said: "You had bettet
keep your damned mouth shut.
Hitch up that team and get out of
the country. I don't want to see
you on this range again."
He released Gale and returned to
his horse. Connor and McGeen
joined him, the three of them cir-
cling the snapping, twisted rush ol
fire; flames broke through the shan-
ty's roof and the sky above this
area began to glow. Looking back
as a matter of caution, Herendeen
saw the family still standing by the
juniper tree. The girl had taken
the youngest child in her arms. Gale
had moved over to his wife. His
arm was around her; she had thrown
her apron across her face and was
crying.
Late Friday afternoon, just as
Clay Morgan was ready io leave
the ranch for War Pass, Vance Ket-
chell came into the Long Seven yard
and dropped off a tired horse. Vance
was a steady-going young man who
once had been a puncher for Heren-
deen's Three Pines and now owned
a few cows of his own up on the
slope of the Cache Mountains. He
didn't say anything for a momenl
but Morgan saw that he was under
considerable strain—and waited for
Vance to make his talk. Vance
fashioned a cigarette, lighted it and
stood with his feet apart, staring
across the narrow valley flats. He
said, "Pretty country," but really
didn't see it. When he pushed his
hat back a mop of hair, black as
crow, dropped down on his forehead.
"Clay," he said at last, "you hear
about the Gales?"
"Yes."
"I saw them over in Freeport yes
terday. Pretty tough—pretty tough."
He smoked on and Morgan knew h«
had not yet come to his point. Some-
thing on the summit of the Mogul
Hills seemed to interest Vance Ket-
chell as he added casually: "I like
the family—I like the girl."
"Sure," said Morgan, and under-
stood part of Vance's trouble then.
"Clay, if that can happen to a
nester, it can happen to me. I'm
pretty small potatoes and it look!
like something's afoot to push us
out." He stared at Morgan, then said
in an idle voice, "I heard the big
outfits held a meetin' the other day."
"Wasn't present," said Clay.
He knew what lay in Ketchell'!
mind. Ketchell was a cow hand at
heart but he had his own interests
to worry about now, and the affair
at the Gale homestead hit pretty
closer Ketchell was figuring out the
politics of the country, wondering
where his, Morgan's, weight would
be. Ketchell was too old a hand to
ask the direct question, but never-
theless he kept circling around,
hunting an answer.
Ketchell said: "I don't think it
was right of Herendeen. Can't blame
a big outfit for watchin' its own
fences, but I ain't so ignorant as I
used to be. Small folks have got
rights, Clay. There's a hell of a
lot of them in this world—and they
got rights."
"If I were Gale," said Morgan,
"I'd cut the price of that home-
stead out of Herendeen's hide."
He saw relief change Ketchell's
face completely. Vance tossed
away the cigarette; he was grin-
ning beneath the shadow of his hat
brim. "Yeah," he said. "Well, see
you in church." He was on the horse
and soon away and somewhere in
his mind was a decision formed in
that little space of time.
(TO BE CONTINUEDI
ADAM AND EVE: TEMPTATION
AND SIN
LESSON TEXT—Genesis 3:1-13, 23, 24.
GOLDEN TEXT—The soul that sinneth, 1
shall die.—Ezekiel 18:4.
The finished creation of God was
"very good," but before long it was
marred by sin. Dr. Hart-Davies in
his book on Genesis speaks of a
brick from the walls of ancient
Babylon, now in the British museum.
It "bears the imprint of one of
Babylon's mighty kings. Right over
the center of the royal seal is deep-
ly impressed the footprint of a 'pari-
ah' dog which apparently trod upon
it when it was soft and plastic. Hu-
man nature is like that brick. Man
originally was made in the image
of God, but over the divine like-
ness there has been superimposed
the dirty disfigurement of the devil's
imprint."
We see first in our lesson the
appearance of the serpent who is
the subtle emissary of—
I. Satan (w. 1-5).
Man, because he was made in
God's image, was not a mere autom-
aton, having no moral choice. He
was a free being who had to choose
between good and evil. Obedience
to God is the underlying moral prin-
ciple of the universe. Man was giv-
en an opportunity to obey the
prohibition of one tree in the Gar-
den of Eden. The principle of pro-
hibition in the midst of a world of
privilege thus has divine sanction.
Satan provided the occasion for
man's fall into sin. He came, not
as the cloven-hoofed monstrosity of
modern cartoonists, but as a crea-
ture more subtle than all other crea-
tion. His approach in our day is
just as smooth and cultured (II Cor,
11:14).
II. Sin (v. 6).
Let us be clear that sin is not a
necessity, not a natural weakness of
man, not a falling upward in the
progress of the race, but a delib-
erate choice to transgress the law
of God. At once it showed its true
nature by reaching out and lead-
ing another into transgression.
The one who listens to a slander
against God can easily begin to
doubt His Word, and then it is not
difficult to look at what God has
forbidden. Then the desire «f the
flesh takes hold and disobedience
follows (cf. I John 2:16).
III. Shame (vv. 7-13).
The breaking of a right relation-
ship with God broke the perfection
of man's fellowship with man. Inno-
cence was swallowed up in a sense
of shame. But the shame is far
deeper than a sense of nakedness.
It speaks of a heart marked with
sin which makes man hide from God.
Satan had promised Adam and
Eve that they should know more
about good and evil (v. 5), but all
the good they learned about was
what they had now lost, and the
evil they learned was the sin which
now blackened their souls and dark-
ened their lives.
And with them fell the whole hu-
man race, for Paul tells us in Ro-
mans 5:12 that "by one man sin
entered the world, and death by sin;
and so death passed upon all men,
for that all have sinned."
IV. Sorrow (vv. 23, 24).
Man and his help meet, who had
begun with such glorious promise in
the garden, now had the great sor-
row of being driven out by God.
No longer to be trusted, man was
kept out by the cherubim, mysteri-
ous angelic beings with the awful
flaming sword.
Labor, which in the garden had
been but a pleasant diversion, be-
came a struggle against a thorn-
infested ground. Sorrow was linked
with motherhood, and man began to
bear the heavy responsibilities of
life (see Gen. 3:14-19).
But we must not close our lesson
without pointing out that in the
midst of judgment God provided
mercy. The promise of man's re-
demption is written flrst in God's
Book in Genesis 3:15, and from
there the scarlet thread of redemp-
tive truth runs right through the
Bible to its last chapter.
Even in judging the first Adam
for his sin, God thus promised the
coming of the second Adam who
was to redeem the race. We be-
came members of the first Adam's
family by natural birth—without the
privilege of choice. We become
members of the family of the second
Adam by a new birth—a spiritual,
supernatural rebirth. But the lat-
ter is by our own choice! (I Cor,
15:21, 22, 45).
Wayside Ministering
Jesus was never bound down to the
size of his audience. He was neither
elated by a big crowd nor discour-
aged by an audience of one. In fact,
some of his most wonderful teach-
ings were given to individuals whom
he met by the wayside, the woman
of Samaria, Zacchaeus, Mary and
Martha, the Syrophoenician woman,
Nicodemus, the woman taken in
adultery, the blind man in the tem-
ple, are only a few of those to whom
Jesus gave of his best as he passed
them on the way
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