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THE SUN, NEWBERRY, S. C„ FRIDAY, APRIL 14, 1939 Mountain man % /! Rcuuue/i tf-ictUm SeJual • H. C. Wirt—WNU Servlet By HAROLD CHANNING WIRE i —— SYNOPSIS Jim Cotter, forest ranger, had been mys teriously killed In the pursuit of his duties. Cordon Breck, his best friend, takes over Cotter’s job. boping to avenge his murder. "Dad" Cook, forest superintendent, warns Breck that the Tilison 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 Tilison, youngest of the three Tilison 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 la also In the 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 Tlllsons, re turning to their hideaway. Next day. Cook ■ends Breck and Sierra in one direction to repair the telephone line, while he takes another. Over the camnfire at night Sierra tells Breck more about Louise Temple. “That kid's a thoroughbred,” he says. He also believes that Art Tilison is not essen tially “bad,” but is the victim of circum- atances. 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- •ned pack animals bolt and Breck goes in pursuit. Finding a deserted cabin, he takes shelter from the rain. A moment later two of the Tilison brothers arrive and Breck hides in the cabin loft. Then Art Tilison arrives. Breck hears the three Tillsons dis- euss a plot against his life. CHAPTER VIII—Continued Hep lunged. Art doubled his fists. Jfud 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 •top 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 • 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 woulfl just suit Louy.” “You leave Louy out of this. I know what you’re thinkin’l” “And I know what you’re doin’!” This time Jud made no move to Interfere. Art’s fist flashed over the •re. 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 Tilison 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 toe corral!” Instantly the stove was covered «gain. Hep sprang from his box. Jud gave orders. “You two go to toe 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 action 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. I 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. Hi* gun crashed and the open mouth clMCd weakly. Before he could ■nova agate a man’s hulk blocked Mm wap 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 nriatters at once. “Too bad I killed your dog,” he began, indicating the gray shape stretched on the floor. “He charged from around the comer 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 whUe we’re all waiting 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, Tilison. 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 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 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. 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 ®nlist the 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 Tilison 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 skin and dark eyes. A man’s shirt of white silk lay open against her firm slender throat, and was drawn down tightly over her breast to be tucked into blue denim jeans. Her cowboy boots were black with short spurs jingling at the heels. (TO BE CONTINUED) 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—thg kilowatt-hour, which is 1,000 watt hours. Art followed, knocking him back into one corner. ‘Progress* Cited in London by Changing Names of Many Streets, Lanes, Alleys WHAT to EAT and WHY the digestive tract may be so rap id that it leaves the body before all the available nutrients can be utilized. At the same time, these active people tend to bum up more of their food for energy, so it is not surprising that they fail to store body fat, unless the diet is especially planned to meet their needs. The well balanced diet, with its full quota of minerals and vita mins is basic to good health for all. But in order to produce a gain in weight, the diet of indi viduals belonging to the slender type should be composed of easily digested foods, which can be uti lized by the body with a minimum of effort; and it should include generous amounts of concentrated and highly nourishing foods. Included in this classification are eggs, cheese, cream, butter or margarine, bAon, bread, cere als, cream soups, custards,, ice cream, rice and tapioca puddings. The addition of two or three glasses of milk to the regu lar meals will be found useful in increasing the fuel value of the C. Houston Goudiss Explains How Food Can Make You Fat or Thin; Offers Tips on Gaining Weight By C. HOUSTON GOUDISS T O NEARLY every adult, weight is a matter of great con cern. Thin people step on the scales in the hope of finding that they have gained a pound or two. Fat people sometimes weigh themselves several times a day, trusting each time that the arrow will point to a slightly lower figure. In many cases, the reason for tfiis absorbing interest is vanity—a desire to look better. But the real objective should be to attain the weight at which one«> feels better, for few people realize that to weigh neither too much nor too little is one of the best possible aids to buoyant health. Moreover, the secret of weight control for normal individuals lies in the kind and amount of food con sumed. The science of nutrition teaches ns that all body fat originates as surplus fuel . . . that is, food which has been consumed over and above the immediate require ments of the body machine. It there fore follows that in general the prob lem of gaining or losing weight is concerned with an increase or reduc tion in the total fuel value of the diet. Shortage or Surplus of Fuel Those who find it difficult, after 30, to avoid taking on excess pounds must learn to reduce the total fuel intake. Otherwise, they may find themselves burdened with a mounting surplus of fat, which not only destroys beauty, but impairs health, and tends to decrease both mental and physi cal efficiency. On the other hand, those who feel that they must struggle to keep their weight up to normal . . . who declare that they simply cannot gain, no mat ter how much they eat, should acquaint themselves with the high-caloric foods and make a per sistent effort each day to eat a little more than enough to meet their needs. If a gain is achieved, the result will be well worth the effort. For just as overweight is a handicap to health and efficien cy, so have nutritionists observed that physical efficiency may be definitely decreased when the weight falls more than 10 per cent below the average for one’s height. It is often said that it is easier to lose weight than to gain it, and in many cases this is true. For the overweight person who con sistently cuts down the fuel value of the diet, should, under normal circumstances, be able to reduce gradually, comfortably and effec tively. But the individual who is underweight often has a small ap petite and therefore has little de sire to eat the increased quanti ties of food that are required in order to gain. Influence of Body Build Nutritionists have observed that many people who find it difficult to gain have a tall, slender type of body build. It has been deter mined that in people of this type, the digestive tract is usually short er than in those having a stocky build. Moreover, they tend to be more tense, more active and of a more nervous temperament. As a result, the passage of food through diet. Milk also belongs in the reducing diet, but there it is used to replace other high caloric foods. Fruit juices will be found useful in stimulating the appetite of those who desire to gain; and the fuel value of these beverages may be increased by the sfadition of milk or cream. An Extra Meal Very often it is possible to get extra nourishment into the diet by way of a light lunch in mid morning, mid-afternoon or both provided it does not interfere with the appetite for the regular meals. This may take the form of fruit juice and crackers; malted milk; cocoa, egg nog or plain milk. A between-meal snack is regarded as especially desirable for thin people whose work is fa tiguing. It will help them to sus tain energy and prevent them from coming to their regular meals too tired to enjoy or profit by food. Importance of Rest Since thin people have a ten dency to tire quickly, they are ad vised to get plenty of rest. There should be long hours of sleep at night, and nutritionists have also observed that the food is apt to be better utilized if a short rest is , taken before meals. Questions Answered Miss G. L. 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PREPONDERANT SENTIMENT “ A FTER one hundred and fifty yean, notwithstanding expansion of ter ritory, enormous increase in population and profound economic changes; de spite direct attack and subversive influ ences; there is every indication that the vastly preponderant sentiment of the American people is that our form of government shall be preserved.” — Charles Evans Hughes, Chief Justice of the United States. AROUND .h. 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