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|*sty King and Lew Gordon had built up
trait string of ranches. King was killed
bis powerful and unscrupulous competi
j*r, Ben Thorpe. Bill Roper, King’s adopted
IM, was determined to avenge his death in
•pits of the opposition by his sweetheart.
• •
• <
CHAPTER XXll—Continued
Jim Leathers, in spite of his warn
ing to Kane, made no effort to move
out of the light. Standing square in
the door, he drew his gun. A bul
let splintered into the casing beside
him as the report of a carbine sound
ed from somewhere beyond. Jim
Leathers fired twice; then stepped
inside, closed and barred the heavy
door.
For a moment the eyes of Kane
»nd Leathers questioned each other.
“Dry Camp Pierce,” Kane said.
“Naturally.”
“If it don’t beat hell that they
should land in at just this minute—”
Leathers was very cool and quiet
now. Deliberately he pulled on his
gheepskin. “Get out the back, un
tie the ponies and get your man
aboard.”
“Jim, seems like we stand a bet
ter chance here, way we are, than
running in the open, what with—”
"They’ll burn us out if we try to
hold. Get going, you!”
Dragging Roper after him, Kane
plunged into the dark of the back
room. He swore as he rummaged
for his rifle, his sheepskin.
Leathers neither swore nor hur
ried. Moving deliberately, he blew
out one lamp, hobbled across the
room to the other. Then all hell
broke loose at once.
The single frosted pane of the ten
inch window at the end of the room
•mashed out with a brittle ring of
falling glass. In the black aperture
appeared the face of a boy, pale
and wild-eyed, so young-looking that
he might almost have been called a
child. The heavy .44 with which he
had smashed the window thrust
through the broken pane; it blazed
out heavily, twice.
Jim Leathers, staggering back
wards as if he had been hit with a
log ram, fired once, from the level
of his belt. The face vanished, but
a moment after it was gone the
band that held the gun dangled limp
within the room. Then the gun thud
ded on the floor, and the lifeless
band disappeared.
As Leathers went down, a broken
voar of guns broke out in the store
room. Leathers groped for his gun,
tried to rise, but could not.
Roper, who had been dragged into
the dark storeroom by Red Kane,
felt the swift sting of the wind as the
back door was smashed open, and
Was able to tear free as the guns
began. He stumbled over piled
»acks, and flattened himself against
the wall. The blind blasting in the
dark of the back room lasted long
enough for three guns to empty
themselves. Their smashing voices
fell silent with an odd suddenness,
as suddenly as they had opened.
In the dark a voice said, “In God’s
name let’s have a lightl”
After what seemed a long time a
match flared uncertainly, and Rop
er’s quick glance estimated the
changed situation. In the back room
now two men were down—Red Kane
and another whom Roper immedi
ately recognized as an old King-
Gordon cowboy called Old Joe.
The dim flicker of the match was
augmented to a steady glow as a
lantern was found and lighted. Rop
•r did not recognize the other man
In the room—the cowboy who had
lighted the lantern with one hand,
bis smoking six-gun still ready in
the other.
The stranger stooped over Old
• oe. “You hurt bad?”
“It’s only my iaig, my laig.”
The other stepped over the inert
ftody of Kane to the door, and sur
veyed the silent kitchen.
“Jim Leathers! Somebody got Jim
Leathers, and got him hard!”
He stepped back into the rear
iroom. “You’re Bill Roper, aren’t
you? Where’s the others?”
“There aren’t any others. They
*ll went out on Dry Camp’s trail,
•ftcr his raid day before yesterday.”
“No others here? You sure?”
“Kane and Leathers are the only
•nes here.”
Old Joe, both hands clasped on
bis smashed leg, spoke between set
teeth. “Where’s Jody? For God’s
4ake find Jody!”
The King-Gordon cowboy whom
Roper did not know, went out, his
•purs ringing with his long strides.
“Jody isn’t here,” Roper told Old
Joe disgustedly. “She got loose two
days ago.”
“The hell she isn’t here! She come
here with us!”
“With you? But you’re from Gor
don’s Red Butte camp, aren’t you? I
thought Jody went to Miles City with
Shoshone Wilce.”
“She never went to Miles. She
knew Leathers was bringing you
here, from what she’d heard him
»ay. She come to us, because we
was the K-G camp nearest here,
and she wouldn’t hear of nothing but
we corne and try to crack you loose.
Shoshone Wilce—he’s daid.”
Bill Roper was dazed. “I thought
—I thought—”
The other cowboy now came
tramping back into the cabin, an
awkward burden in his arms; and
time Jody Gordon herself fol
lowed close upon his heels. Her
face was set, and the sharp flush
acroe» her cheekbones did «>♦ con
*•*l bar fatigue.
INSTALLMENT 17
THE STORY SO FAR:
Jody Gordon, and her father. After wiping
Thorpe out of Texas. Roper conducted a
great raid upon Thorpe’s vast herds in Mon
tana. Both Thorpe and Lew Gordon placed
heavy rewards upon Roper’s head. He was
captured by Leathers and Kane, two of
• *
* • •
Bill Roper started to say, “Jody,
how on earth—”
Jody did not seem to see him; she
appeared to be thinking only of the
slim youngster whom the cowboy
carried. The cowboy laid the limp
figure on the floor of the kitchen,
ripped off his own neckerchief and
spread it over the youngster’s face.
Jody Gordon methodically shut the
door. Then she dropped to the floor
beside the fallen youngster, lifted
his head into her lap, and gave
way to a violent sobbing. The high
keyed nervous excitement that had
sustained her through the hard ne
cessities of action was unstrung
abruptly, now that her work was
done; it left nothing behind it but a
great weariness, and the bleak con
sciousness that this boy was dead
because of her.
Roper and the King-Gordon cow
boy stood uncertainly for a moment.
Then the cowboy picked up Leath
ers where he lay struggling for
breath, carried him into the back
room and put him down on a bunk.
For a moment he hesitated; then
closed the door between the two
rooms, leaving Jody alone.
“Seems like the kid got Jim Leath
ers; but Jim Leathers got the
kid.”
“Daid?” Old Joe asked.
“Deader’n hell! Jody takes it aw
ful hard.”
The cowboy cut loose Bill Roper’s
hands, and together they lifted Old
“Now you go and keep Miss
Gordon company.”
Joe onto the other bunk. Roper cut
Marquita free.
“Get me that kettle of water off
the stove,” Bill Roper ordered Mar
quita; and when she had brought it
he said, “Now you go and keep Miss
Gordon company for a little while.”
Marquita left them, closing the
door behind her.
Old Joe kept talking to them in a
gaspy sort of way, as they did what
they could for his wound.
“The kid was scared to death to
come. Jody seen that, and tried to
send him back, with some trumped
up message or something. Natural
ly he seen through that and wouldn’t
go. Now most likely she blames
herself that he’s daid. Lucky for us
that Leathers’ main outfit wasn’t
here.”
“You mean just you three was go
ing to jump the whole Leathers out
fit, and the Walk Lasham cowboys,
too?”
“Not three —four,” Old Joe said.
“Don’t ever figure that girl don’t
puff her weight. We been laying up
here on the hill since before dusk.
She aimed we should use the same
stunt you used at Fork Crick—bust
into ’em just before daylight. Then
somebody fires off a gun down here,
and she loses her haid, and we come
on down. It was her smashed her
horse against the door, trying to
bust it in. She blindfolded him with
her coat—threw it over his haid—
and poured on whip and spur, and
she bangs into the planks. Broke his
neck, most like; cain’t see why she
wasn’t killed—”
“Just you four,” Roper marveled,
“were going to tackle the whole
works, not even knowing how many
were here?”
“We tried to tell her it couldn’t be
done. But you can’t talk any sense
into a woman, once she gets a no
tion in her nut.”
CHAPTER XXIII
Marquita, closing the door of the
storeroom behind her, for some mo
ments stood looking down at Jody
Gordon.
Jody still sat on the floor, upon
her lap the head of the boy who had |
HOUSTON HOME JOURNAL, PERRY, GEORGIA
Thorpe’s men. Leathers’ girl, Marqulta.
loved Roper. She made a desperate effort
to save him but was soon overpowered. The
men were dragging Roper outside to hang
him when they heard the sound of running
horses.
• *
downed Jim Leathers. The sobs that
convulsed her were dying off now,
leaving her deeply fatigued, and pro
foundly shaken.
“You might as well get up now,”
Marquita said. Her soft Mexican
slur gave an odd turn to the blunt
American words she used. “The
fight’s over; and that boy you’ve
got there is dead as a herring.”
With a visible effort Jody Gor
don pulled herself together, and gen
tly lowered the head of the dead
boy to the floor. She got up shakily,
and for a moment looked at Mar
quita.
“Why did you come here?” Mar
quita asked at last. Her voice con
tinued gently curious—nothing more.
“I knew Billy Roper was alive,”
Jody told her. “Because I was
watching when Leathers left Fork
Creek with him. I already knew
they meant to take him to Ben
Thorpe at Sundance, for the reward.
That would be death, to him. And I
knew they meant to stop over here
on the way. So I got the boys, from
our Red Butte camp, and I come
on . . ”
“You are a very foolish littlo
girl,” Marquita said. “Luck saved
you; but if this camp had been full
of men, it would have been suicide.”
“Wouldn’t you have done the
same?”
Marquita shrugged impatiently. “I
feel very sorry for you,” she said.
“Why?”
“Because 1 think you are in love
with this Billy Roper.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Es claro,” Marquita said. “It is
plain. And it’s a pity; because this
kind of man is not for you.”
At first Jody Gordon did not an
swer. But behind the softness of
Marquita’s voice was a cogency as
strange as her American words —a
cogency that would not be ignored.
Here Jody found herself facing a
woman whom she could not possibly
have understood. Marquita’s care
less, even reckless mode of life, her
uncoded relationships with men—
there was not an aspect of Mar
quita’s life which did not deny ev
ery value of which Jody was aware.
Marquita appeared to thrive and
flower in a mode of life in which
Jody incorrectly believed she her
self would have died.
“I don’t understand you.”
Marquita’s glance swept the room
—the bare chinked walls, the dead
boy. Her glance seemed to go be
yond the door, where they were
dressing Old Joe’s wound; beyond
the walls, to the cold wind-swept
prairie, where men still rode this
night, though morning was close.
“What do you know,” she said—
“what can you know of the lives of
these men?
Jody lifted her head, then, and
looked at Marquita; and again the
simple words and the mask-like face
of Marquita seemed to have a mean
ing for which she groped. In the '
silence that followed, it came to
Jody that the night’s fighting was
not yet over, that she must still fight
for herself and for Bill—and some
how for that foolish house in Ogalla- ,
la, with its tall tower overlooking
the plain.
“Do you ride with them?” the
gentle, inexorable voice went on. 1
“Do you share their blankets? Do
you ride under their ponchos in the
rain? Where are you when their
guns speak? Who prays for them at
dawn, knees down in this God-for- '
saken snow?”
Marquita paused, and her body :
swung, lazily assured, across a
shadowy angle of the room toward ;
the closed door that had hid Roper. (
working now over the wounded men
the doorposts and it seemed to Jody,
watching her, as if Marquita were
a barrier between what might have
been Jody’s, and that she had lost
now.
“You don’t have to bar the door,”
she said.
Marquita’s hands came away from
the doorposts. “I know I don’t.”
The words were so indolently ca
denced that they might have been
spoken in Spanish. And at their soft
assurance something awoke in Jody
Gordon Something was still
worth fighting for. Perhaps it had
nothing to do with Bill Roper, but it
flowed deep into the roots of her
life; deeper than her life with one
man—with any man—could ever
flow.
As Jody looked at Marquita,
strange things came to her, that she
herself could not have put into
words. She knew that Marquita anc
all her kind would presently pass
Perhaps Bill Roper, like all the rest
of his bold riders, must also pass,
but now suddenly Jody knew that
whatever else might vanish from
this prairie, what she herself stood
for would remain. When she spoke
at last, she scarcely recognized her
! own voice. "I guess I was wrong,”
she said Her words had a strange
echo of Marquita’s own directness.
“You’re Bill Roper’s girl—is that
what you wanted to tell me?”
The dance hall girl’s words fe'l
' softly. “Si. that is what I want*''
you to know ”
(TO BE CONTINVED ;
IMPROVED
UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL
SUNDAY I
chool Lesson
By HAROLD L. LUNDQUIST, D. D.
Dean of The Moody Bible Institute
of Chicago.
(Released by Western Newspaper Union.)
Lesson for November 30
Lesson subjects and Scripture texts se
lected and copyrighted by International
Council of Religious Education; used by
permission.
CHRISTIAN LOVE
LESSON TEXT—John 13:34. 35; I Corin
thians 13:1-13.
GOLDEN TEXT-We love him, because he
first us.—l John 4:19.
Many important things enlist the
interest of the Christian, but we
need to beware lest we neglect what
Jesus declared to be the first and
great commandment—that we love
God; and its necessary sequel—
that we love our neighbor. If love
is forgotten (and who can deny that
it often is in our day?), the very
foundations are shaken. We need
a revival of Christian love.
I. Love—A Mark of Discipleship
(John 13:34, 35).
Do you want to know whether a j
man is a Christian? Find out j
whether he loves his brethren. Such |
is the test Jesus gives in these
verses.
1. Commanded. It is the will
and purpose of God that the follow
ers of Christ should have a real love
for one another. It is not to be a
matter of impulse or chance, but
the love God has for us should con
strain us to love one another. Thus
is love
2. Exemplified. God has loved
us. He does love us. How infinitely
much is wrapped up in these simple
words! He even gave His Son to
die for us because He loved us
(John 3:16). How then can we with
hold our love from Him and from
one another?
11. Love—A Christian Grace (I
Cor. 13).
In a world where hatred prevails,
and is in fact glorified, this chapter
needs to be read and reread. We
find that love is
1. Essential (vv. 1-3). Life has
many excellent gifts and men quite
properly seek after them. How do
they compare with love, and what
do they amount to apart from love?
Glowing, angelic eloquence; the far
seeing eye of the prophet; the at
tainments of knowledge and cul
ture; mountain-moving faith; lib
eral-hearted charity; martyr-like
self-sacrifice—without love they are
all as nothing. Apart from Christ
and His love operating in our
hearts and lives the worthiest at
tainments of men are vain and
empty. Love is the very essence of
a satisfying and useful life.
2. Effective (vv. 4-7). Does love
really work, or is this just a fine
sounding but obsolete theory? It
works.
Think of the things in life which
irritate and depress us; then put
opposite them the qualities of Chris
tian love as given in verses 4 to 7,
and you will agree that what this
world needs most of all is love.
Remember that talking about love
or reading about it or studying it
in the Sunday school will not make
it effective. We must put it into
practice. Why not start now? You
will be surprised at the results.
3. Eternal (vv. 8, 12), Many
gifts are only temporary in their
usefulness; in fact, almost every
; thing that man makes or does
i (apart from his service for God) is
! transient. Even so vital a matter
| as prophecy shall one day find its
end in fulfillment. Hope shall
eventually find its longing expecta
tion satisfied. Faith will be justified
in seeing what it has believed.
Childish things will be put away by
| the full-grown man, knowledge will
increase and darkness disappear.
But love—love is eternal. It never
i fails, and will never fail. God is
( love and God is eternal. From all
| eternity and unto all eternity love
| continues. Therefore, we agree
I with Paul who in the verse preced
ing this chapter (I Cor. 12:31) says
that while you may covet the best
gifts, here is the more excellent way
l —love.
Let us be clear about this. Love
is not a substitute for regeneration,
and certainly regeneration is no ex
cuse for lack of love. Read John 13;
34, 35 again and remember that if
we are Christ’s disciples we will
count it a high privilege to keep
this first and great commandment
of love.
Dependence on God
Poverty in any shape helps to stir
in man a sense of need, a disposition
to consider himself as dependent . . .
The real puzzle of life consists not
in the fact of widespread poverty but
in that of widespread affluence;
in the fact that so many are suf
ficiently endowed with “goods” as to
believe they can live by them, and so
cease to look for their true life to'
GcJ their Father.—E. Lyttleton.
Death Becomes Transparent
And so the empty tomb becomes
the symbol of a thoroughfare be
tween life in time and life in the un
shadowed presence of our God.
Death is now like a short tunnel j
■ which is near my home; I can look
through it and see the other side!
In the risen Lord death becomes
transparent. “0 death, where is thy [
\ sting? O grave, where is thy vie- |
tory?”—Dr. J. D. Jowett.
by WNf *.,VK, Un r.MurM ' *
Eleanor Roosevelt
WOMAN'S ACTIVITIES
One day from 10 o’clock until after
five, the heads of many women’s
national organizations met at the
Labor Department auditorium.
Miss Eloise Davison, who has
. been lent to the Office of Civilian
Defense by the New York Herald
Tribune, and who is in charge of all
plans for women’s activities, ar
ranged this meeting. I think it was
one of the most interesting that I
have ever attended.
The speeches given in the morning
by the various government officials
were informative and interesting,
and brought home many facts we
need to know if we are going to do
constructive work in our communi
ties. I do not feel that we can over
emphasize the importance of co
ordinating all of our resources on a
community basis to serve us now
and in the future.
♦ * ♦
STRANGE REPORT
A strange report comes to mt
j from Now England. It appears that
j volunteers are reluctant to go to
! work unless they can do some work
which is distinctly a war-time oc
cupation. They do not realize that
improving social services in a com
munity is basic defense work. Ev
ery time any volunteer takes a
course in nutrition or child care,
and sees that the community as a
whole is better fed, she has done
something which will be invaluable
if we are attacked, and useful in
the future as well.
After the meeting, everyone came
to drink tea and coffee at the White
House and to talk over the day. The
consensus was that Miss Davidson
had provided a very stimulating
program.
In the evening, my cousins, Mr.
and Mrs. Douglas Robinson# and
some other fiends, went to see a
new play, “Junior Miss.’’ It is light
and amusing and I can think of no
batter way to take your mind off
serious matters. In Lenore Loner
gan, I am beginning to look for the
perfect “enfant terrible.” It must
be almost second nature for her to
play these parts. My only other
friend in the cast, Mr. Alexander
Kirkland, seemed to me to do his
part very well. In fact, the whole
oust was good.
♦ • ♦
WAVE OF ECONOMY
I received a rather pathetic lettei
from a woman who runs one of the
small specialty shops in New York
city. She sells dresses and milli
nery, and I imagine such things as
costume jewelry, bags and acces
sories of all kinds. She is worried
for fear that a wave of economy
will sweep over our people and that
small businesses such as hers will
be ruined.
She says they do not want charity,
they want to earn a living, and they
want to keep their people at work,
many of whom have been with them
for several years.
There are undoubtedly going to be
economies practiced along many
lines, but perhaps these small busi
nesses, as well as bigger ones, will
be able to find ways in which they
can adapt themselves to the making
of certain things needed in defense.
They should apply at once to bu
reaus set up in Washington, under
OPM, for the purpose of giving them
advice and consideration.
Many of their employees may
have to go into defense industries.
If we go into high gear in defense
production, there will undoubtedly
be a shift in the type of employment
which many people have, and a
more general possibility of employ
ment for people- of middle age, as
well as for young people without ex
perience.
I hope that no one, for the present
at least, will curtail their usual buy
ing, except where it is necessary.
The kind of economy which is un
dertaken because of a vague feeling
of fear about the future, is bad
psychology for us all.
* * *
STUDENT SERVICE
One day in particular here was
very busy. First, at the office, then
at the White House. A number of
people came to lunch and then
back to the office and finally home
to entertain a group of people at a
reception given in the interests of
the International Student service.
I am always amused when certain
writers insinuate that this organi
zation must have something wrong
with it because I am associated with
it. Of course, it existed long be
fore I went on the board, and that
board chose their general secretary,
Mr. Joseph Lash, before I was asked
to be one of their number. The
j names of those who sponsor this or
| ganization and are on the board,
should guarantee its complete re
i spectability.
That afternoon, Mr. Archibald
MacLeish gave the explanation for
his interest in the International Stu
dents service, and an interesting
talk. This was followed by an ac
count of the work we hope to do in
the Washington bureau. Finally, the
general objectives and activities
were explained, covering aid to refu
| gee students, work camps, confer
ences on the campuses designed to
awaken the young people to an in-
I terest in exploring their reasons for
a belief in democracy, and to bring
j together students and faculty in
| helpful discussions.
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Higher Vision
Happy those who here on earth
have dreamt of a higher vision!
They will the sooner be able to
endure the glories of the world to
come.—Novalis,
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Expressed Beauty
Beauty is expression. When I
paint a mother I try to render her
beautiful by the mere look she
gives her child.—Jean Francois
Millet.
Relief At Last
For Your Cough
Creomulslon relieves promptly be
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trouble to help loosen and expel
germ laden phlegm, and aid nature
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a bottle of Creomulslon with the un
derstanding you must like the way it
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