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By HAROLD CHANNING WIRE
CHAPTER XXl—Continued
—l9
“Looks like quite a fiesta,” the
Senator observed, halting beside
Breck.
The party moved down and was
at once engulfed by the fiesta. Eat
ing had already begun, with Temple
himself, red-faced, beaming behind
his gray beard, master of ceremo
nies at the barbecue pit. He wielded
a long knife over quarters of beef,
raked potatoes from the coals,
poured coffee from five-gallon pots,
and all the while kept up a running
banter with those who passed
around him.
“Howdy, ranger folks!” he called,
brandishing bis knife, “grub’s up;
set in!”
Sutherland waved to him. Irene
nodded, though her eyes were
sweeping over the throng. Breck,
too, scanned the faces, looking for
Louise. Presently he saw her sit
ting on a log near her cabin, a cow
boy on either side and two standing
in front. All were thoroughly en
joying themselves and the sight
brought a sudden stab of, jealousy.
But Break’s duty was with the Suth
erlands. He felt responsible for
them, and so while Cook rode off
with the horses, he found places
where they might sit, then, with the
Senator, began to bring food.
Irene shrieked at the slabs of
meat he brought. “My dear, a whole
cow! Please give me just the leg."
As men passed with steaks in
their hands, or gnawing a roasted
rib, she stared in amazement. "1
never saw anything like it!”
Friendships started easily. In
time the Senator had launched an
argument with a storekeeper from
Lone Tree, and Mrs. Sutherland and
Irene had found another party of
tourists. Immediately Breck took
advantage of that to go on a quest
of his own. But in crossing the
grounds he came upon J. G. Jack
son and some of the cowboys he
had not seen since the fight on
Black Mountain. And then lay the
lime he could get away, the riding
had started.
A gun-shot drew men swarming
to the corral fence. Inside, horses
were being roped and saddled. He
saw Louise come from her cabin
and vanish through the gate.
He stood watching from a dis
tance, his eyes running over lines of
men upon the fence and others
lounging back in the trees, and it
came to him that there was not a
Tillson among them. Nor had Si
erra appeared yet. Abruptly he
turned and walked back to the bar
becue pit where he had last seen
Cook.
The ranger was still there, having
a sociable bite with Temple. Breck
motioned to him. Cook approached.
“What is it, young fellow?”
“What about Slim?”
"Ought to be here any minute.
He's lute, but might have been held
in town for some reason.”
Breck nodded. “And the Till
sons?”
Cook scowled. “That’s different.
I was asking Tom if he’d seen ’em.
They haven’t been around, and I
can’t figure it out.”
“You don’t think it looks bad for
Sierra?”
"No, not that. They're up to some
other kind of a deal.”
“Yes, and it’s going to be from
the bottom of the stack!” Breck as
serted. “Anything you want me to
do?”
“Just go on with the show, young
fellow."
But Breck lost interest in the show
as the afternoon passed and Sierra
did not appear. Cook was right;
Slim could take care of himself, and
they could do no better than wait;
yet inaction became unbearable.
Breck watched the rodeo with sight
less eyes, knowing vaguely that wild
horses were being ridden and men
thrown, but his thoughts could not
be centered there.
At dusk he sought Cook again,
having worked himself into a fine
turbulence.
The ranger checked him with a
look. “Unstring yourself,” he said,
“No need to worry about Sierra,
and you’re missing a lot of fun
around here. God knows you may
need it. Have you seen Louy?”
He had not.
Cook grinned. “There’s going to
be a dance, you know.”
Relieved by the old ranger’s un
perturbed manner, Breck went at
once in search of Louise. Temple
said she was in her cabin, fixing up.
Breck knocked on the door.
“Just a minute," she called out;
then womanlike took half an hour.
When she appeared, she had
changed into a dress of something
pink, and, as once before, he felt
he was gazing at a new girl, al
most a stranger.
“Do you see a ghost?” she
teased.
“No; an angel.”
“Now, now!”
Breck smiled and took her hand.
' You’re real enough. I’ve come to
fill my dance card. Every other
number, Louise.”
“What?”
“I meal it; I’m that selfish. Will
you save them?”
She hesitated. “You don’t want
every other dance with me. That
wouldn’t be fair—to your guest.”
"I think my guest understands.”
Louise shook her head. “No; I
can’t promise you."
“Then the first and third,” he de
manded. “We can see about the
rest later.”
A fire of logs in a clearing beyond
the cabins lighted the whole camp,
bringing fences, tree trunks, people
into red relief against the blackness
outside. Three cowboys with a sax
aphone, a fiddle, and guitar
marched toward the fire and sat on
stumps nearby. Men and girls
surged onto a square of hard-packed
ground and, with partners chosen,
waited for the music to begin.
Breck turned, laughing, as he
drew Louise to him. At the same
moment he saw Irene watching
from a distance. A cowboy stood
at her side. She held back a min
ute, looking across, then stiffly took
his arm.
The music was all but lost in the
By the time he could get away the riding had started.
shuffling and babble of voices. Yet
the guitar strummed out its rhythm,
and there was plenty of space about
the blazing logs. Breck found him
self moving with Louise as if in
some firelight promenade.
They danced in silence. Tonight
there was that sweet, yielding qual
ity about Louise which made con
versation needless. She seemed
content held close in his arms as
they slowly circled. Breck felt a
quick, new thrill sweeping his
thoughts clear of all troubles.
The music stopped. Louise drew
away. Breck came back to reali
ties at the sound of his own voice.
“That was an awfully short dance."
She smiled up in complete under
standing. “Wasn’t it, though.”
The second began at once and a
jovial-faced cowhand from Jack
son’s outfit rushed up to claim her.
“Remember,” Breck called in
parting, “we’re next again.”
He strode away to where he had
last seen Irene, wondering how she
would meet him, being prepared for
petulance, or disdain, or even flat
cutting.
Yet she turned from her first part
ner with a gay laugh, sent the boy
off grinning and held out her two
hands.
“Gordon; isn’t this wild! Don’t
you adore it? I’m having simply a
grand time!” She slipped into his
arms readily. “Don’t let’s miss any
thing!”
Surprised, though concealing it,
Breck tried to enter her talkative
mood. How different from the last
dance where nothing need be said.
He made conversation to continue
Irene’s frivolous banter.
She closed her eyes dreamily and
when they passed Louise the first
time was apparently unaware of it.
Then other couples swept about
them and for several minutes they
were among strangers.
Irene clung close to him. Once
she looked into his face, half ex
plaining, “The ground is getting
rough.”
When Louise again approached
from beyond the fire, Breck uncon
sciously moved from Irene’s grasp.
She glanced up. “Is the dance
ended, Gordon?” She was tall, and
now, tilting her head, brought her
lips almost to his.
“No,” he answered, "but . .
Swiftly she silenced him with a
kiss, long, warm, full upon his
mouth.
He threw his head back, halting.
Cowhands grinned. Louise, passing
near his shoulder, stared once and
turned away.
He pushed out to the throng’s
edge, and releasing Irene, save for
his hand clenched about one wrist,
he whirled her savagely into the
shadows of the pines. Fury choked
him. Words burst uncontrolled.
“That was cheap, Irene! Cheap
ens me and makes you low in the
eyes of everyone here! Not a girl
out there would do it. Not like
that!”
Irene faced him defiantly. “Oh
good Lord! Since when have you
turned Puritan? Of course you have
never kissed at a dance before!”
“These people are different,”
Breck flared. “They take things in
a different way. And you knew it.”
“Well?”
Breck stared at her. “We know
each other pretty well, Irene. But
I never thought you would try to
make me a fool among my friends.”
“No, Gordon, someone else has
done that.” Her hand reached to
ward him.
He avoided it. “So you’re saving
me?”
Irene shrugged.
“Thanks,” Breck finished. “You
might have taken a better time and
place.”
“Run along!” Irene retorted, with
head up, lips in a sarcastic smile.
“My cowboy friend has this next,
and I know she’s waiting for you.”
The dance had ended. Breck re
turned into the light.
Louise was standing away from
the crowd. He wanted to rush to
her, take her in his arms; but she
met him with level, unsmiling eyes.
“I think,” she said, “this is our
dance. I’d rather sit it out.”
“Sit?” Breck demanded. “You
ask me to sit still?”
They walked in silence back to a
shadowed path.
Suddenly he began. “You saw
that, of course. I’m sorry. It didn’t
mean a thing.”
“Oh, didn’t it?” She stopped, her
arm remaining impassively in his
grasp.
“No!”
She gave a strained little laugh.
“A girl kisses a man, and it doesn’t
mean a thing! How strange; I al
ways thought it did.” She turned
from him; the laughter died from
her voice and her next words were
tense with controlled feeling.
“I’m a girl, with a girl’s view.
Maybe we are silly sometimes, but
no girl would kiss you like that with
out the right—some previous right,
I suppose. Now, hadn’t you better
go back to her?”
“Louise,” Breck pleaded, “you
must understand me. I have known
her a long time; once we were en
gaged. But it was not love and we
found it out. You surely realize
what happened tonight! Irene did
Toy Lending Libraries Are Thriving
In Many Cities Throughout Country
It pays to borrow. That’s what
the thousands of children think
who’ve been taking advantage of the
toy lending libraries now thriving in
50 cities, reveals a New York cor
respondent in the Boston Globe.
A downtown Manhattan settlement
house was the first distribution point
of reconditioned toys, collected soon
after a Brooklyn probation officer
conceived the idea of lending toys
to children who had few playthings
at home. She had found that young
sters in her precinct were being ar
rested for stealing toys, and
launched the toy-lending scheme to
help stop the crime wave.
The New York office, supported
by personal contributions, takes no
money from its units, but simply
gives advice on organization, and
occasionally ships some of its toys
back and forth for other branches
to use.
Usually, toy libraries are located
in city settlement houses or in
schools. Public School 28, in Brook
lyn, for example, ties up the toy
that for a purpose ... in front of
you.”
He looked at her, smiling a little.
"I’m a man and not supposed to
know about women’s technique; but
still I’m not blind.”
She would not face him.
“Louise!” he begged, throwing
one arm about her waist.
“Stop right there, Ranger! I’ve
been waiting for that!”
The voice came from behind him,
somewhere in the dark. Breck
whirled, one hand falling to his gun.
“Hold it! Keep ’em up!” A mount
ed man burst from the trees. Breck
look* d up at Art Tillson towering
above him, and then into the round
black bore of a pistol.
The cowboy sat in his saddle un
steadily, his left hand gripping the
horn; hatless, without a coat, and
his horse was lathered from hard
running.
“Louise,” he said thickly, “you
get back!”
Breck pushed her into the shad
ows. Then he faced young Tillson.
“Art," he snapped, “you’re drunk.
Put away that gun and get out of
here!”
“Wha-a-a-t?” Art leered in mock
wonder, leaning far over until his
face came close to Break’s. “You
tellin’ me to get out? So’s you can
go back to the dance? Nice, all
right. You with two women—an’
me with none. I’m nothin’ but a
mountain fool—that it?”
Suddenly his mood changed. His
face turned to that of a fiend, set
with a cold, bloodless look. Breck
heard the gun’s hammer click; then
a gasp of terror from behind him.
“I’m going to kill you!” The
words gritted out from clenched
teeth. The gun moved.
CHAPTER XXII
If Breck had not seen the flash,
he would have thought the report
came from Tillson’s pistol. But the
flare was from one side. Then he
saw Art grip his saddle horn with
both hands and slump forward.
“Grab that horse!”
Breck leaped, obeying the voice
He drew the animal down. Art was
falling. Then it was Sierra Slim’s
long arms that reached up, support
ing him before he struck the ground.
“Mighty close, pardner,” the slow
voice drawled. “You shouldn’t a
come out like this.”
“Slim! Where . . . ?”
“Can’t say now. Here, help me
pack him.”
Louise ran from the shadows.
“Take him to Dad’s cabin,” she
cried. “Quick!”
With Art lying unconscious be
tween them, Breck and Sierra
turned into the back trail. The gun
shot had either gone unheard or was
accepted without interest by the
dance crowd, for no one had moved
from the clearing. But before the
party reached Temple’s cabin, Cook
stepped from a fringe of trees.
“What’s up?” he began, then his
eyes fell upon the form they car
ried, and he strode ahead with no
further question. As soon as they
had Tillson on a bunk, he closed
the door, saying, “No need to have
anyone find out if we can help it.”
His thick brown fingers went with
unexpected skill over the boy’s
body, stripping off his shirt, expos
ing a gash through his right arm
and across his chest. Abruptly he
turned to Louise. “Go get Joe Scott.
He’s a horse doctor, but it’s all the
same.”
The girl ran out. Breck poured a
basin of water and gave it to Cook.
Behind him, Sierra rolled a ciga
rette and looked on unperturbed.
“I been following Art since after
noon,” he offered. “Found him bust
in’ around up on the ridge, ridin’
like he was loco. He’d come down
here, sit lookin’ on for awhile, then
beat that poor critter of his back
up the slope. Drunk, sure. Then
about dark I saw him start spottin’
you. pardner. Maybe you’ve got an
idea what bit him.”
(TO BE C.ONTINIJED)
lending scheme with its educational
program. Toys are made in some
manual training classes, repaired
and reconditioned in others.
Students who have the best marks
are rewarded by being made libra
rians to supervise the checking out
of toys.
Most of the 2,000 students in this
school come from underprivileged
families, with one toy the most they
have at home. They are permitted
to borrow one toy at a time, and
keep it a week. Their credit is un
limited, providing they return the
toy in good condition.
A Chicago toy library, established
by the park district in co-operation
with the WPA, prefers to have par
ents sign the borrowing cards. Thh
toyery has an elaborate system of
disinfecting the toys after each use
Babies Can Cry at Birth
Babies can cry at once after bir.
but cannot weep for three monf*
it taking that long for tear glend
develop
IMPROVED 3
UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL
SUNDAY I
chool Lesson
By HAROLD L. LUNDQUISTD. D.
Dean of The Moody Bible Instltul*
of Chicago.
© Western Newspaper Union.
Lesson for June 4
Lesson subjects and Scripture texts se
lected and copyrighted by International
Council of Religious Education; used by
permission.
PAUL PLEADS HIS OWN CASE
LESSON TEXT—Acts 21:40—22:4; 24:14-
16; 26:19-23. , . „
GOLDEN TEXT—I have lived In all good
conscience before God until this day.—
Acts 23:1.
“They say. What do they say?
Let them say!” So reads the in
i scription over a doorway of one of
the great schools of England. What
does it mean? It bespeaks the con
fidence of a life lived so nobly that
the barbs flung out by wicked and
slanderous tongues may be faced
without fear, in fact, ignored.
The best defense against the at
tacks of men is the testimony of a
good life. Paul had lived such a
life, and consequently when the
hour came for him to speak in his
own defense, he needed but to point
to the record. It is significant that
his enemies did not deny the facts.
They could only cry out, throw off
their garments and throw dust in
the air while they shouted, “Away
with such a fellow from the earth!”
(Acts 22:22-24). They did, indeed,
manufacture accusations against
him, but even the heathen officials
knew enough to throw these out of
court. The impotent rage shown
by wicked men when they run up
against the consistent testimony of
a true Christian life is one of the
strongest of testimonies to the gen
uineness of faith.
At first glance the portions as
signed for our lesson seem some
what unrelated though taken from
the same general narrative. A little
study reveals a surprising unity.
I. A Matter of Conviction (21:40 —
22:4).
Many men and women have no
real convictions. They are Repub
licans or Democrats because their
fathers were, and often they have
not the remotest idea of what it all
means. They are members of a cer
tain denomination because they
were brought up in it, and have little
knowledge of its teachings and no
definite convictions relative to them.
Paul was a Christian because of
strong personal convictions of the
deepest kind. He was reared in a
tradition which made him a bitter
persecutor of the followers of Christ,
and it was a personal experience
of the regenerating grace of God in
Jesus Christ which made him into
the bond slave of the One he had
persecuted. We need more of that
kind of know-so and say-so type of
faith. Joining a church as one
might join a social club means noth
ing—but following Christ in full and
free devotion is everything.
11. A Matter of Authority (24:14-
16).
Just as Paul’s life was built on
faith which was inward, based on
personal convictions, it was also a
faith that was Godward, based on
the authority of His Word. The
Jews might call it heresy, but Paul
stood on “all things which are writ
ten” (v. 14); he had a “hope toward
God” (v. 15), and “a conscience
void of offence toward God” (v. 16).
Those who ridicule Christianity
would have it that faith is really
credulity. They say we believe
things which we do not know to be
true, while hoping that they may
somehow prove to be so. A man
who reads these notes in his home
town newspaper recently wrote to
ask me if I was fool enough to be
lieve the things I wrote. The fact is
that we, even as did Paul, have the
strongest of all foundations for our
faith, namely the Word of God.
Men act in faith on the word of their
fellow men—their very existence is
all bound up in that faith in men
whom they hardly know. They be
lieve them, but they will not believe
God. I suggested to my correspond
ent that he read I Corinthians 1:18-
25 and 2:14.
Christian faith calls for a personal
belief, but that belief is not in any
word of man, but in the Word of
God, which abideth forever.
111. A Matter of Witness (26:19-
23).
Inward, Godward, and now out
ward in witness—these are the three
relationships of Paul’s good life. He
could plead in his own defense the
record of his life, for he had not
selfishly cherished a fellowship with
God which had lighted and warmed
his own soul and then left his fellow
man to sit in the chilling darkness
of sin. He was obedient to the
heavenly vision (v. 19), and
preached repentance, faith, and
good works to both Jew and Gentile
(v. 20), continuing to do so with
God’s help even in the face of severe
persecution.
Some people are just so good that
they are “good for nothing.” Such
men do not reflect the goodness of
God. Every attribute of God is an
active one. He is love and He does
love. He not only is good, but He
does good. His children should be
like Him. They are not saved only
that they may escape hell and enjoy
the peace of God. They are saved
to serve in the winning of others to
Christ. Let us covet such a good
life as that which Paul lived. Our
bewildered age needs the sanctify
ing and stabilizing influence of such
lives!
REMEMBER . . .
“It’s All In The Examination”
Dr. L. N. Huff, 64 Broad Street
Healey Bldg., Atlanta —a Spe
cialist In Eye Refractions fox
over 30 years, and a State Board
Examiner for Optometrist since
1923, leads the South In eye ex
aminations.
Let Dr. Huff take care of the
only pair of eyes you will ever
have.
DR. L N. HUFF
Monkeys Learn Barter
System in Record Time
Chimpanzees, like their human
counterparts, quickly learn a mone
tary system with all its attendant
bickering and hoarding, Dr. John
B. Wolfe, of the University of Mis
sissippi, has learned.
They learn to work for food, then
for “tokens”—and how to spend
these tokens for food, water, tid
bits, the psychology professor told
students at Tulane university.
And just byway of education the
professor, during his four years of
experimentation with the chimp col
ony at Yale, introduced a token
which would buy nothing. The
chimps discarded the worthless to
kens.
Dr. Wolfe introduced tokens of
varied value and vending machines
which dispensed water and food. The
Chimpanzees soon learned which to
kens bought one, two and three por
tions of food and singled out the
ones which bought the most.
They learned to work for the to
kens, as they had previously learned
to work for food, and began hoard
ing the valuable pieces of tender.
In one experiment, Dr. Wolfe de
prived one Chimpanzee of water for
several hours and another of food
for the same period. Then he gave
the thirsty chimp tokens which
would buy only food, and the hun
gry brother tokens which would buy
only water.
The wise chimps looked at their
money, exchanged the token*
through cage bars, and went to the
vending machines.
‘New Deal’ Isn’t New
General Sherman, not the Roose
velt administration, invented the po
litical use of "new deal,” but Sher
man’s phrase was not capitalized,
according to the sixth section of the
new American English dictionary.
Sherman’s “Letters,” written back
In 1863, first used the combination
In this comment: “Charleston Is not
taken, the war is prolonged, and but
little chance of its ending until we
have a new deal.” The sixth section
of the dictionary, published by the
University of Chicago Press, will
appear soon. It comprises words of
strictly American origin, slang and
colloquial expressions and mutations
of the mother tongue. Starting with
“corn pit,” the section ends with
“dew.”
The Pneumonia Rate
The pneumonia rate in the colder
Canadian provinces is lower than in
any American state.
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Spend and Lose Balance
Uncle Ah says If you spend too
much you will lose your b a lanes.
Transition of a Sign
The doctor’s prescription mark,
wai born in a lore of 8,000 yean
ago—that of ancient Egypt, where it
symbolized protection.
U and I in Business
Uncle Ah says he agrees with the
saying that U and I are the most
important parts of the word bush
ness.
Why Honey Flavor Differs
Differences in flavor and color In
honeys are due to the differences
In the flowers from which nectai
gathered.
First Turnpike Law
The first turnpike act, permitting
a private company to construct »
road and charge the public for lt»
use, was passed in England in ICG ,
Old-Time Chairmakers
As a chair maker Hepplewhlte
lacked the genius for symmetry
which Chippendale possessed.
No Important Town Along Biver
Although 2,350 miles in length, tna
Mackenzie river of Canada has dj
important town along its course.
From London to New York
The distance from King 9 e ? r °i,
V Dock, London, to New York w
3,300 miles. The journey is some
what shorter from Liverpool to
York, being 3,073 miles, and.a 1
from Southampton to New ‘
which is 3.183,
