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THE SUN, NEWBERRY, S. C„ FRIDAY, MAY 12, 1939 Mountain man lr*’ • H. C. Win—WNU Urvto /l Banft&i rf-iciion Serial By HAROLD CHANNING WIRE :onunue uieir ascem ox ey light the TUlsoni, hideaway. Next day, and Sierra In one dl- 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. hoping to avenge his mur der. "Dad” Cook, forest superintendent, warns Breck that the Tillson brothers, mountain moonshiners, are apt to give aim trouble. Before leaving for his moun tain station, Breck buys an outfit and de cides to attend the public dance run by the Tillsons in Lone Tree. Breck dances with Louise Temple, pretty "cowgirl" for whom he takes a liking. Unknown to Breck, shn is being courted by Art Till- •on. youngest of the three Tillson brothers. Angered by Breck’s attentions to the girl, he picks a fight which ends indecisively when so.ueone sets fire to the halL Breck and hia chief set out for the mountain Station. Halfway, they are met by Sierra Alim, moss-back mountaineer who is also In the forest service. Breck learns from Sierra that tracking down Jim Cotter’s murderer must be done cautiously. Cook, Breck and Sierira continue their ascent of the mountains. The; returning to their Cook sends Breck and rectlon to repair the telephone line, while he takes another. Sierra tells Breck more ■bout Louise Temple. "That kid's a thor oughbred," he says. He also believes that Art Tillson is not essentially "bad.” but is the victim of circumstances. Breck is di rected 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 frightened pack animals bolt and Breck goes in pursuit. Finding a deserted cabin, he takes shelter from the rain. A mo ment later the three Tillson brothers ar rive and Breck hides in the cabin loft. Breck hears the three discuss a plot against his life. Waiting his chance. Breck sur prises the brothers and holds them at the point of his gun. Jud, the oldest brother, offers a bribe if Breck will "make no trouble.” Breck pretends to take the offer nder consideration, lets the men go. reek's duty is to take count at the annual attle drive at Rock House Meadow. There eets Louise Temple who is running Per own cattle. Trapped in a narrow canyon efore the onrushing steers. Breck’s quick ction saves her from being trampled. He lakes her to his cabin over Art Tlllson's protest. With nightfall. Louise, now recov ered, leaves the cabin and makes her samp in the meadow. Later, Breck rides ever to see if everything is ail right, finds Art Tillson who tries to pick a quarrel. Breck rides on and discovers a large herd of cattle being run out of the meadow be fore the count They belong to Jackson, cowman who represents all the ranchers ki the cattle run. CHAPTER X—Continned X low chuckle rumbled from the cowman. “By God! That was bet ter than I thought.” He ended sud denly, squinted hard, then asked, “You mean you brought ’em back? Look here. Ranger, I’ve got a thou sand head yonder in the meadow. My permit calls for eight hundred and fifty. Somebody’s figures has got to be wrong.” “Not this year,” Breck replied. “Don’t blame me, Jackson, I’m fol lowing orders, that’s all. But to morrow I’m bound to go by the count.” “Just how come,” Jackson de manded slowly, “this sudden stick- ln’ to rule?” “Too many rules being broken in these mountains, I suppose,” Breck offered. “I’m new, but Cook’s old in the game and he must know what he’s about. We have to start some where. As far as we can do it, rules are going to be enforced to the letter.” Jackson surveyed him specula tively. “All of ’em?” “Yes.” “Everywhere?” “In this forest.” “And that takes in the Sulphur aountry?” “Along with the rest.” “Well,” said Jackson flatly, “I don’t Relieve it! You’ll count us poor devils on our cattle, but when it comes to law enforcin’ in other parts, that’s another thing. They’ve got the money!” I “There’s no answer,” Breck ad mitted, "except wait and see. You k have my word for it, and if you don’t know me, you do know Cook.” ! Jackson nodded. “Cook was a cowman once.” He said no more, as if that statement carried a meaning -of brotherhood. f “Then you’ll admit he’s right in following the limit rule?” Breck Asked. “No!” Jackson exploded. “Some fears there ain’t enough feed on these meadows. Again there’s too much. Take all you can get, while you can get it—that’s what I say!” ! “And in a short time have the mountains bare,” Breck added, bringing up a lesson he had learned from Dad Cook. “What of it?” Jackson retorted. “Ain’t no money in the cattle busi ness anyway!” “These mountains aren’t only for cattle," Breck argued. “If you clean off the grass, what have the tour ists got?' “To hell with them dudes!” Breck laughed through the smoke of his pipe. “This forest is reserved for everybody, Jackson.” , For a time they smoked togetner. I “go you’re enforcin’ the permit rule tomorrow?” Jackson asked. * He nodded. The cowman shrugged a pair of lean shoulders. “Maybe you know I’ve been elepted range boss for ^hi« summer, and so I speak for all the outfits. You’ve started some thin’.” He delivered this statement without anger, wholly matter-of- fact. Brack answered the same way. “Yaa, and wa’ra going to see it CHAPTER XI “If a man makes trouble this year, his permit won’t be granted for next. That’s your order.” “All right, Cook.” Breck cut off his connection and closed the tele phone box. He had called headquar ters to learn his exact authority for this day’s work. Cook’s answer was plain enough. Turning from the instrument, he looked off across the meadow. Dawn had scarcely broken through the night, with only a faint gray over the eastern summit, yet breakfast smoke drifted up from the camps, and wranglers were loping out to gather in the horses. Soon came a thunder of running hoofs as the animals raced down from the slopes and were made un willing prisoners in the corral. Other men approached afoot, roped their mounts, saddled and trotted away. Sticks beating against tin pans echoed from camp to camp, and then the welcome call: “Come and get it!” Breck hurried through his own meal, feeling a keen excitement and eager to begin. By the time he had devil,” he answered. “But I’ve got to do it. You know what’s hap pened here on this range; you know we’ve got to enforce every rule or quit the job.” Jackson looked beyond the drift fence to where a hundred steers still remained on the wrong side. The work of cutting out had stopped and other men were riding in. They halted off some distance, faces set, eyes fixed gloweringly. But none spoke, for Jackson was the appoint ed range boss, and all outfits must go by his word. Breck knew what might be done. He was alone against the lot. They could easily stampede the whole drive past him and scatter them over the range. He saw sudden gestures among a few of the men, watched them draw together in heated talk, and knew they were arguing of that way. Yet if Jack- son had the same thought, he gave it little consideration, for next year would be another story. Grazing would be closed. Presently he mounted his horse and without a word rode over to the group. Breck saw him shake his head. In a moment the crowd “Not on your credit.” caught up Kit from the pasture, the cattlemen were already at their job of cutting out. The groups grew steadily. Men shouted. Cattle bellowed; the brown mass began to mill,. sending up a pall of dust that hung in a breath less sky. Sunrise struck it and for one moment turned the cloud to gold. Breck rode to where a short run way of logs broke the drift fence, tied Kit, and mounted the top bar. Here he would make his count as the bunches passed. His glance went over the riders, picking out young Tillson astride his chestnut, Jack- son, the range boss, sitting his horse on a knoll and keeping an eye on the work, and then the one he was really looking for. She was in the middle of the drive, cutting out with the best of the punchers, rope swinging, falling deftly, only the smallness of her figure marking her apart from the men. With increased wonder Breck watched the movement of her blue horse; sudden lunges ahead, a wheel to the right, back again, following every sharp turn of a cow that re fused to leave the herd. Through it all she sat in effortless ease. It was more than an hour before any of the bunches showed signs of being completed. Then Jackson rode to the fence. “Well, Ranger,” he said, “guess I’m set.” “All right,” Breck answered. “Let’s go.” He sprang down, pushed back a pole that had blocked the runway, and Jackson came through. Together they climbed to the top log and sat side by side. Breck took out a notebook, reading Jackson’s brand and number. 850. From his pocket he drew a short pine stick and mechanical counter. Jackson waved to his punchers and the first lot of animals moved to the fence. They bunched at the runway, heads down, holding back. A cow hand rode in, lashing the first ahead, and with the leader started, the rest followed through the narrow space between the logs. Breck counted rapidly, reached ien, passed the stick to Jackson. At the same time he pressed the mechanical trigger. In time he looked at his recording instrument. Eighty showed there, meanifig eight hundred, for he had pushed it only once every ten ani mals. Eighty-five came. He held it out to Jackson. The old man’s face tightened. Eighty-six; then eighty- seven. Twenty over the limit. Breck leaped down and dragged the pole across the runway. Slowly Jackson descended beside him. “There ain’t any use talkin’, I suppose?" Deep concern in the man ace moved Brack. “I’m sorry as the separated; one coming alone to the runway. He tied his horse and climbed to the top log. “I’m next.” The count went on. Most of the brands were within their limit, only the larger ones running over. Those animals Breck turned back were pushed off to one side, where the herd began to take size. In a lull between counts Louise Temple rode her horse to the fence, halted and surveyed him intently. From his position his eyes were level with hers, meeting them across the top of a handkerchief. “Do you know what you’re do ing?” she asked. Breck, glad to see her, had smiled, but now turned serious. “If you mean my job,” he answered, “yes, I know exactly what I’m do ing.” She jerked down the handkerchief impatiently. Breck saw the despera tion in her face. “I don’t mean your job,” she said. “You’ve got your rules and you’ve probably studied them. I mean do you know what you’re doing to these men? They can’t turn their cattle back!” “Then why did they bring them here?” Breck asked. “They all had warning.” He had seen a form let ter that Cook had sent out in the spring. It had said with emphasis: “The permit rule will be enforced this year.” “Why did they do it?” he per sisted. The girl shrugged, meeting his eyes with a flash of defiance. “Ev erybody gets by the Forest Serv ice!” She did not mean to insult. It was simply a statement of fact. Inwardly Breck gasped. There was something of her de fiance in his own voice when he an swered. “Sort of a game up here, is it? Putting things over on the new ranger!” “Don’t be foolish.” “I’m not; I’m dead serious. You must have received one of Cook’s letters. Do you expect me to sit here and do nothing? A fine egg I’d be!” For one long moment Louise searched him, and he believed she saw. his point. But when it came her turn to go through the count, she sent'Palo, the Indian boy, to sit beside him on the top log. In the end he refused eighty of her steers and they were added to the grow ing band. By noon he had counted thou sands. Bunches that had been passed were vanishing up the can yons toward their various ranges. Only a few more outfits remained behind the Rock House fence, and of these the greatest number wore the Tillson brand. They came up for count almost at the end of things. It was Jud who climbed up to check with him. Nei ther spoke as the stream flowed by. Breck wondered if there would be some extras in this lot, and doubt ed it. That didn’t seem the Tillson way. Too small a matter for thelh. His eyes burned, he was dizzy from looking down upon that seemingly endless movement. Yet the end came. One thousand. He glanced at his notebook, found the brand, checked the number. Then he faced Jud. “What’s this? Your permit calls for fifteen hundred.” “I know it. We figured that many but didn’t bring ’em.” Breck waved toward the band of outcasts, suddenly relieved. “Then you'll have to let that lot go in your range.” “Sure,” said Jud. “Sure they can —if they want fp." He climbed from, the fence and strolled over to his horse. Breck saw Jackson not far off and beckoned to him. “I’ve got range for your leftovers,” he stated, when the man came. “Tillson is short.” For a brief interval the old man studied him with squinting eyes. "‘Thanks. Might as well feed ’em to the coyotes in the first place!” He rode off to a group of his men. “Well?”' Breck turned. Jud Tillson stared up at him, half smiling. “Do they want to come?” “Seems not.” Jud came up and seated himself on the top bar, saying quietly, “I’ve got some cash in my pocket, Rang er. Two thousand.” He paused. Breck shook his head. “You had my 'answer the other night.” “What I was saying,” Jud contin ued, “I’ve got two thousand dollars that ain’t working.” He raised one arm, waving to Jackson. “Come over here." The cowman rode up. “What is it?” “I been estimating that hangover bunch,” said Jud. “About two hun dred. Are they for sale?” Gray eyes looked out evenly. “Not on your credit.” “I’m talking cash.” “How much?” “Any part or all for ten dollars head.” (TO BE CONTINUED) Documents in Public Record Office In London Take Up Miles of Shelves A few hundred yards from Fleet street in London at the lower end of Chancery lane, stands a tall and somewhat forbidding building known as the Public Record office. Within its walls, unknown to the av erage passer-by, lies one of the greatest libraries in the world, a library not of books but of imprint ed documents, many of them of a value beyond price. Thirty million manuscripts, stored in 140 strong rooms upon 35 miles of shelves, such is a brief summary of the contents of this vast repository of the nation’s archives. Here amidst the accumulated millions of parchments and papers lies the story of 900 years of trial and battle, of treaties and wars; together with the hopes, fears, strifes and ambi tions of countless men and women whose lives have molded the course of English history. The museum now includes auto graphs of all the sovereigns of Eng land from Richard II to George V. A letter from Richard II granting “a tun of red wine yearly at Christ mas” to the prioress of St. Mary Magdalen’s, near Bristol, is espe- ciallv noteworthy as bearing tba eirliest extant signature of an Eng lish king. Of special interest to American visitors is a letter of George Wash ington to his “great and good friend” George HI, dated August 25, 1795. In another case may be seen the Rush-Bagot agreement (1817) which was destined to result in the disarmament of the whole Canadian frontier. Most fascinating of all, perhaps, is the selection of letters and other documents relating to many of the most famous figures of English lit erature. Here, for instance, is a bill in the hand of Geoffrey Chaucer, written in his official capacity ai clerk of the king’s works; a letter from Edmund Spenser, the poet, re lating to a dispute over lands; a pe tition of John Milton for the seques tration of royalist estates; an appli cation by John Bunyan for a preach ing license. Dates to Eleventh Century The term “Peeping Tom” date* back to Lady Godiva’s celebrate* ride in the Eleventh century, whet a tailor who spied on her to have been struck blio& : . . „_J | M p R oVED J UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL S UNDAY I chool Lesson By HAROLD L. LUNDQUIST. D. D. Dean of The Moody Bible Institute of Chicago. © Western Newspaper Union. Lesson for May 14 Lesson subjects and Scripture texts se lected and copyrighted by International Council of Religious Education; used by permission. PAUL EVANGELIZES A PROVINCE LESSON TEXT—AcU 19:1, 8-10; 20:17-21; Ephesians 2:19-22. GOLDEN TEXT—But now m Christ Jesus ye who sometimes were tar off are made nigh by the blood ot Christ.—Ephesians 2:13. The Christian Church (that great organization which outwardly rep resents in the world the mystical organism which is the true Church) seems to be “stalled,” if we may borrow a word from the automo- bilist. Just like a well-designed and carefully built machine which has “died” on the road. Perhaps the lesson for today may serve to stir up some of us to the responsibility of the Church, and particularly of its individual mem bers, for an aggressive testimony for Christ. Certainly Paul knew nothing of the defeatism which seems to have laid its paralyzing hand on present-day Christianity. Our lesson finds him again making the rounds of the churches he had earlier been used to establish. He knew of their dangers, the tend encies to backslide, the need of new life in the daily conversion of oth ers, and he went about that business with the flaming zeal of an evan gelist, with the tender compassion of a pastor, and always with the vision of the heavenly goal before him. Let us learn of Paul. I. The Evangelist—Fearless and Tireless (Acts 19:1, 8-10). At Ephesus Paul did the work of an evangelist with such a passion for souls and such power from God that even his enemy, Demetrius, testified (Acts 19:26) that “not alone at Ephesus but almost throughout all Asia this Paul hath persuaded and turned away much people” from their heathen worship. He met great opposition both in the syna gogue (v. 9) and from the worship ers of Diana (Acts 19:23-41. But be also found that God had opened for him “a great door and effectual” (I. Cor. 16:9), and we read that many believed and showed their faith by destroying the books of heathendom which were in their homes (Acts 19:19). Are the days of such evangelism gone? Since only the power of God can explain what was accomplished by Paul, the answer would depend on the reply to the question. Has the power and purpose of God changed? Obviously the answer is “No.” God is the same, and when we are ready to meet His spiritual requirements He will move again in mighty power. Am I ready? Are you ready? H. The Pastor—Lover of Souls (Acts 20:17-21). Having completed his journey through Macedonia and Achaia, Paul is hurrying back to Jerusalem, and n&t having time to stop at Ephe sus he sends for the elders to meet him at Miletus, the nearest seaport. He recalls to them the experiences which he has passed through, tells them of the bonds and afflictions which await him, but above all he wants to admonish and encourage them to go on for Christ. As a pastor who has been true to God and faithful in his ministry, he is able to point to his own walk and work among them as an example, doing this in all humility. Pastor, shall we ask ourselves if we could do the same, or would we need to blush in shame over our failures? Especially noteworthy is Paul’s reference to having gone from house to house as well as teaching publicly. The work of the pulpit or from the teacher’s desk loses much of its savor and usefulness if not backed up by personal contact. Some men who preach well, excuse themselves from pastoral work on the ground that they are really preachers, not pastors. Others love to do pastoral work but do not apply themselves to the work of the study, and so they say their calling is that of a pastor rather than a preacher. Brethren, let us face that matter honestly and perhaps we shall find that we are simply taking the line of least resistance. Paul had none of that spirit. He preached with all zeal and power, but he also went from house to house, “serving the Lord with all humility of mind and with many tears.” III. Fellow Citizen in God’s House hold (Eph. 2:19-22). The evangelist and pastor here re minds his Ephesian converts that they have entered a goodly fellow ship—“the household of God”—and have become “fellow citizens with the saints.” Some folk are called “joiners” be cause they like to join every pos sible society, organization, lodge, or what rot. Well, here is the supreme fellowship of all, which knows no barrier of race, creed, social posi tion, ege, sex, or nationality, and which brings us into fellowship with the eternal God Himself. You may “join" if by faith you will take the Lord Jesus Christ as your personal Saviour and thus enter into eternal life. Will you join God’s people now? Is „ V. C. Houston Goudiss Gives Timely Advice on Planning Meals for Languid Appetites By C. HOUSTON GOUDISS N AS THE weather begins to get warmer, many families de- -tk. velop a finicky attitude toward food. They come to the table with little appetite and claim that nothing tastes good. Before you reproach them, however, give some thought to the type of meals you are serving. Do they contain an abundance of crisp, succulent greens which tempt the eye and the palate and furnish important minerals and vitamins? Do they include juicy fruits with their refreshing flavors and appetite-stimulating fruity acids? Have you cut down somewhat on carbohydrates and fats? Or are you still offering enough energy foods at each meal to supply the fuel requirements of cold winter days? A carefully chosen diet is an ex cellent remedy for the let-down feeling that both children and adults often experience at this season. For science has discov ered what food substances are necessary to promote appetite and digestion, to help maintain buoy ant health. Obtaining the Appetite Vitamin We know for example that when the appetite is poor, there may be a deficiency of that part of the vi tamin B - complex which nutritionists call B... There is both experimental and clinical evi dence that this vi tamin is essential for the mainte nance of a keen ap petite. In addition, it is also required for the normal functioning of the digestive tract, so that it must be provided in suf ficient amounts if food is to be utilized to best advantage. Among the foods which supply this vitamin are whole grain ce reals, bran, eggs, milk, peas, beans, carrots, spinach and cab bage. It is also found in many fruits, though usually in lesser amounts. In general, a most sat isfactory way to insure a liberal intake of the appetite-promoting vitamin is to include in the diet generous amounts of whole grain cereals, milk, vegetables and fruits. As these foods likewise contribute many other necessary substances, they rate a promi nent place in the dietary. Foods Thai Build Blood It is also extremely important that menus for finicky eaters should be rich in iron. For this mineral is necessary for the for mation of the hemoglobin or red pigment in the blood—and it is the hemoglobin that carries purifying oxygen to every cell in the body. Iron-rich foods include liver, eggs, whole grain cereals, dried fruits, and green, leafy vegetables. I have repeatedly urged the gener ous consumption of green, leafy vegetables, and I cannot too strongly emphasize their impor tance as a source of iron, as well as other essential minerals; . and vitamins. Keep the Diet Laxative Another piece of advice that warrants repetition is my frequent recommendation that you include in the diet adequate amounts of bulky foods. These are necessary to help promote normal elimina tion. If yonr menus cor ‘ain too many highly concentrated foods, irregular health habits may re sult. And that in itself may be responsible for a feeling of lassi tude and a lack of interest in eating. Here again fruits and vegetables are important. To gether with whole grain cereals and breads, they constitute our most important source of bulk or cellulose. Get Plenty of Milk Milk is another food that should be used generously, because it contains such a wide assortment of protective substances. It is our foremost source of calcium, which is required for the teeth, bones and for sound healthy nerves. And it contains every known vitamin in varying amounts. If your family does not care for milk as a beverage, make fre quent use of cheese which is es sentially milk in concentrated form. And use milk freely in sauces and for making desserts. It can also be incorporated in nourishing cream soups, to be served for luncheon or supper. Follow fhe soup with a salad made from crisp greens and including a protein food, such as cheese, nuts. or hard-cooked eggs. And top off with a fruit dessert. This type of meal appeals to the appetite and provides substantial amounts of minerals and vitamins. Salads Twice a Day A erisp appetizer salad makes a good beginning for the mala meal of the day. A combination of watercress, dandelion greens, let tuce or shredded cabbage, with fruit, or a small amount of a sav ory fish paste will intrigue the most reluctant appetite. And when the salad is served at the begin ning of a meal, yon can be sure that it will be eaten before the hunger is satisfied. Another way to get additional vegetables into a meal is to mold them in gelatin and serve as a din ner salad. Or an assortment of fruits can be treated in the same way and used as a combination salad and dessert. If prepared gelatin desserts are used, a wide variety of color and flavor combi nations can be achieved with very little effort; and children will eat them with relish. You’ll be surprised to discover how quickly interest can be stimu lated by serving familiar foods in 3l new way! ©—WNU—C. Houston Goudiss—1#3»—62. Making a Practical Valance for a Bed By RUTH WYETH SPEARS A SMART new house it was, and all the curtains and slip covers were made by following my sketches in Book 1, SEWING, for the Home Decorator 1 But when we came to the second floor it was my turn to get a few pointers. The treatment of each of the two principal bedrooms was quite dif ferent. One was very simple with 6 YDS, FLOWS RED _ 314YDS. BLUE CMNTZ aenus bias M«*» MATTRESS STITCH THE VALANCE TO AN OLD SHEET OR MUSLIN CUT TO FIT THE TOP OF THE BED SPRINGS - a lovely old quilt used for a bed spread; the other was in flowery glazed chintz with strong accents of bright greenish blue. Both beds required a valance that would not be removed with the spread at night. Here is the flowered bedspread and the small sketch shows you how the valance problem was solved. As my clever young host ess pointed out, this is really a bright idea because the valance and its foundation make a cover for the springs in case they are not the boxed type. With the help of Book 1, you can make many of the things you have been wanting for the house. Book 2—Embroidery and Gifts, is full of ideas for ways to use your spare time in making things for your self or to sell. Books are 25 cents each. If you order both books, the quilt leaflet illustrating 36 authen tic embroidery stitches will be in cluded FREE. Address, Mrs. Spears, 210 S. Desplaines St., Chi cago, 111. v A GREAT BARGAIN VESPER TEA PURE ORANGE PEKOE 50 Cups for lO Cents Ask Your Grocer Price of Character The man who makes a charac ter, L-.-^es foes.—Edward Young. “FIVE Minus TWO Leaves FOUR” WRONG? Well, yes—and no. The arithmetic of your school days taught that "II Mary had five dollars and spent two ..." three dollars remained. But that is mathematics—not shopping! 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