TUB ?TO?T THUS FAB: la a eoM
, ^ Flicka's colt, loaf overdnc,
to barm. Ken McLaufhlin. Flicka's IS
jm \" awocr, tail ker at last la a
I ptof, ?f which there are many on his
totofi bif horse ranch la the Rockies,
toe Is astonished to see that the colt Is
white, and evidently a throwback to the
JJbtae, a wild stallioa that is Flicka's
gnaddra He realises that the mare
j and her colt shoald bo la the warm
ataMea. When ho attempts to load Fllcka
i tos hoiks Ken then tries to lift and
, hag the foal, bat the little animal
' Hefts aad bites. Knowlaf then that ho
mast get help, Ken runs to theranch
I binsi There be dads only bis brother
CHAPTER H.
"Flicka's colt's born! You've gotta
Mp me get it in! It's down in. the
?table pasture. Down at the foot of
Oat red cliff?the one you and I
side up and down I"
Ken paused for breath and How
ard stared at him.
Howard always took his time. He
glanced down again at the page
?pened on the table before him and
?nished reading "I'll alter your life
?auccess depends on your bodily de
velopment?"
"Gee, Howard! Come along!"
Howard closed the pamphlet and
got up from his chair. "Won't it
follow Flicka Up the path?"
"It can't. It's too steep. It trietj
but it can't mak?>ft."i:
"Jiminy Christmas!"; said How
ard, "what'll we do?,It might die
M it stays out in this storm all
"We'll caiTy it!" cried Ken im- j
patiently, come on! mat s wnat
1 came to get you for. We gotta?"
The two boys ran up the gorge.
Passing the stables Ken hesitated.
"He's a regular little kicking
devil," he said doubtfully, "may
fee we'll have to tie him?" He
headed into the stables.
"Bring a lantern I" shouted How
ard, and Ken emerged with two
baiter-ropes, a halter and lead-rope
fee Flicka and the stable lantern.
The temperature was falling rap
idly. Ken's face flamed and burned
from the heat within him and the
atiniging cold without but he didn't
aatiie. All he could think of was
the white foal?white?!
They slithered down the steep I
path, not much more than a gully
eat by the rain in the cliff, and saw
?w mare and foal just as Ken had
M them.
"White!" exclaimed Howard, halt
mg just as Ken had done.
Kea slipped her halter on and
dropped the rope. Then the two boys
together tried to grip the foal but
ha squealed and bit and seemed to
have a dozen thrashing legs.
Suddenly Howard slipped and sat
dawn. The colt, too, lost his footing
and fell and Flicka whirled nervous
fer and stood over him. Ken threw
himself on the foal.
"Here, Howard!" he said, keeping
bin voice calm, "while I'm lying on
bim?tie his hind feet together, can
iw'
Howard accomplished this, then
Kea rolled over and the two boys
lied the front feet and stood up,
panting, while Flicka grunted anx
iously over the prone body of her
Heating foal.
"We can't ever carry him up that
path," said Howard, lighting the
lantern. "He weighs a ton?never
saw such a husky colt. And is he
strong!"
"He sure is," said Ken proudly,
-ought to be?he's been in there two
months more than a year?just
growin' and eatin'?look Howard,
we'll have to get him up on Flicka.
Sie'll carry him."
"He'd fall off," objected Howard
doubtfully.
lif 111 ? J I A. 1 I 1-1 Lt
i u riae ner too ana noia mm on
?you can lead her."
"Haw'11 we get him up?"
"Lift him."
Howard hung the lantern on the
bough of a tree and the two boys
lifted the struggling foal in their
arms and hoisted him onto the back
a( his dam.
Flicka stood with her head turned,
watching them, but she seemed to
know the moment her own foal was
across her withers, and though she
kept her head turned to see what
toe boys would do next, she became
*uiet.
"Gimme a leg up," gasped Ken,
leaning against htoCslde, holding the
foal in position. And Howard placed
his knee and hand and Ken
scrambled up behind the colt.
"Can you hold him?" asked
Howard.
"Yep. I think so?" Ken leaned
aver the colt, grasping Flicka's
. Howard took the lantern, picked
1* Flicka's lead rope, and went
ahead.
Flicka knew now Just what she
had to do. And the little procession
wound its way up the cliff, pausing
occasionally for a breath, or for
Howard to lift the lantern high and
Pick out the way in the smother
a# snow' which was beating against
them.
The foal lay like a sack of meal
across Flicka's withers.
The first part of the journey was
the worst. When that was accom
plished they were on level ground,
going rapidly toward the stables.
Flicka whinnied with joy as the
familiar smell reached her nostrils.
WkffrWh she was in her stall, and
the boys had untied the colt and .
towered him to the Hour, she stood
over him and smelled and licked
him and gave the deep, soft, grunt
ing whinny by which a mare re
assures her little one. The foal
struggled to its feet, staggered about
uncertainly, shook Itself, then
hunted for the teat. Finding the bone
of the thigh, instead, it gave a sav
age bite at it and kicked out in
anger.
"Gosh! Look at It!" exclaimed
Howard. "What a mean little
devil!"
Ken said nothing but watched anx
iously. The foal found the teat at
last.
"You stay here, Howard, will
you?" asked Ken. "I'll go down and
make her some mash. You might
give her.some clean straw."
"I'll rub, her down," offered How
ard generftusly, and as Ken left the
stable he got a dry sack and rubbed
her streaming back and flanks and
neck.
A half hour later the mare and
foal stood content and dry and com
fortable with a deep bed of dry
straw under them and a pail of
mash for Flicka in the feed box.
"She's all right now," said How
ard, at the door of the barn. "Coma
on?"
Ken pretended to be casual and
offhand. "I want to wait till she's
finished her mash. You go on down.
I won't be long."
Howard still hesitated, eyeing his
younger brother where the boy stood
leaning on the rail of the manger,
almost under the mare's head.
"Well?I'll go aliead. I'm goin' to
make some hot cocoa?want some?"
The foal lay like a sack of meal
across Flicka's withers.
Howard was handy at making
chocolate and flipping eggs and giv
ing his mother a hand with the cook
ing.
"Sure!" said Ken. "You bet!" But
he sat still on the manger rail,
watching his mare, and Howard
went out, closing the door behind
him.
Ken stood listening to Howard's
retreating steps. He heard the rasp
of the corral gate being opened and
closed again. Now they were alone,
the mare, foal and himself. In the
stable was a sweet quietness and
the smell of hay and horses.
Ken sat on the manger rail close
to the feed box in which he had
placed the bucket of mash, and the
mare dipped her muzzle into it, ate
hungrily, then lifted her head and
chewed, looking at Ken, her long
ears pointed forward. She had
gentle golden-brown eyes with a see
ing expression in them. Looking at
Ken, ber intelligent face was not a
foot from his. He straightened the
flaxen forelock that hung between
her eyes, murmuring her name now
and then. She swung her head
around to look at the sleeping foal.
The lantern, hung on the corner
post, only half lit the stall.
Ken too looked at the foal. Now
that he had it safely in the stable,
the surprise and worry that he had
felt when he first saw it took pos
session of him again. What a to-do
this was going to make! A white
foal out of Flicka! A white foal on
the Goose Bar ranch where every
one knew Banner, the big golden
sorrel stud that sired the yearly
crop of colts.
Ken's uneasiness was linked to a
series of nearly disastrous events of
past years In which he and a cer
tain line of horses had been in
volved. This train of events led di
rectly to the small white foal lying
there so innocently on the clean hay,
and it had begun long before, when
a wild stallion of the plains, called
the Albino because of his white col
or, had stolen a mare from the
Goose Bar ranch. She was the Thor
oughbred, Gypsy, one of Rob Mo
Laughlin's foundation mares. He
bad bought her when he was a cadet
at West Point and used her for polo.
When he graduated and then re
signed from the Army in order to go
in for horse-breeding, there were
thrpo of them that came mmt to
gether and aettled down on the
Goose Bar ranch, Hob McLaughlin,
Nell, his young New England wife,
and the black mare, Gypsy. Rob
bought more mares and built up his
foundation stock. Then, one spring,
Gypsy disappeared.
The McLaughlin ranch was not
the only one in that section of
Wyoming from which a fine mare
disappeared. There began to be talk
of a white stallion, "a big ugly devil
but a lotta horse," who had for
merly ranged the open land of Mon
tana, had come across the border
during a drought, and had gathered
a band of maree in the open land
of Wyoming, stealing from ranchers,
tearing down fences, fighting and
even killing other stallions.
He reigned for six years. Then a
number of ranchers banded to
gether, held a round-up, and caught
the Albino and his mares, finding
brands from all over the state on
the hides of the stolen mares.
Gypsy of the Goose Bar ranch
was there with four beautiful colts.
Rob McLaughlin was delighted with
their looks and speed and outstand
ing personalities, and' took them
home with him, feeling that Gypsy's
philandering might contribute valu
able qualities' to his polo stock.
But he found it impossible to
break and train the colts. Even
though the fillies were bred by Ban
ner, the Goose Bar stud, than whom
no horse could be more intelligent
or better mannered, yet the off
spring showed the outlaw strain.
He explained it to his boys. "Colts
learn from their mothers. They copy
them. That's why it's practically im
possible to raise a good-tempered
colt from a bad-tempered dam. The
colts are corrupted from birth. That
is the rule. There are; of course, ex
ceptions?we have some very strik
ing exceptions among our own
horses. Here is Gypsy, the best-man
nered mare in the world?with a
bunch of wild hoodlum colts?abso
lutely unbreakable."
"Is it because they were born and
brought up with that gang of wild
horses?" asked Howard.
"It's because of the prepotency of
the stallion," said Rob grimly. "His
wildness outweighs all her gentle
ness and that of her long line of
aristocratic forbears. Some stal
lion!"
Blit all of this was an old story to
Howard and Ken. They had grown .
up on the Goose Bar ranch, familiar
with talk and speculation about the
near-mythical personage, the Al
bino, and witnessing their father's
struggles with the outlaw strain
which, through Gypsy, had been in
troduced into the breeding stock.
Ken's actual involvement in this
tangle was of more recent date. On
a day a little more than three years
ago he and Gus had been working
in the meadow, and came upon a
new-bo ni foal and its dam.
"Luk at. de little flicka!" ex
claimed the Swedish ranch hand.
"What does flicka mean, Gus?"
asked Ken.
"Swedish fur leetle gurl," ex
plained Gus.
And when a year after that, Rob
McLaughlin told Ken he could have
for his own any colt on the ranch up
to one year of age, Ken chose that
same little golden Ally and named
her Flicka.
Flicka was out of Rocket by Ban
ner. And Rocket was, by common
consent, the wildest of the offspring
brought home by Gypsy from her
sojourn with the Albino.
Rob McLaughlin was exasper
ated. "I was hoping you'd make a
wise choice, son,' ne saia. "xeu
know what I think of Rocket, of
that whole line of horses?it's the
wont I've got. There has never been
one amongst them with real sense.
The mares are hellions and the stal
lions outlaws. I'd have got rid of
this whole line of stock if they
weren't so. damned fast that I've
had the fool idea that some day there |
might turn out one gentle one in the
lot and I'd have a race horse. But
it's not going to be Flicka." ,
But Ken had fallen in love with ,
her and could not give her up. ,
That summer one nightmare dis
aster followed the other. Flicka, as (
wild as her wicked black mother, ,
fought beyond all reason when she ,
was roped and brought in. When she ?
could escape no other way, she j
made a suicidal leap into the high j
barbed-wire fence, and there ensued
her long illness from the infected (
wire-cuts, terminating in McLaugb- i
lin's command that, next day, she
would be shot and put out of her
misery. Ken spent that night with ,
her, sitting in the stream where
she had fallen, holding her head in
his arms. Gus came looking for .
them in the morning, and carried ,
Ken, helpless with cold and exhaus
tion, up to the house.
This caused Ken's long and severe ,
attack of pneumonia, during which,
miraculously, the (illy recovered. .
At the end of the summer, there
was one triumph which made up
for everything. The filly loved Ken
as dearly as he loved her, and he
was able to say to his father, "She
did get gentled, didn't she, dad?" ,
And Rob McLaughlin answered,
with a softer note than usual in
his voice, "Gentle as a kitten, son."
And now here she stood in the
stall, a husky three-year-old, docile, .
gentle, beautifully trained, resting '
her liquid, trusting eyes on the face :
of her yeung master. , .
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- THE MINISTRY OF JE8US
LESSON TEXT?Mark 1:14. 15; Luke ?:
15-51; Mark 5:57a, 55. 51.
GOLDEN TEXT?I am coma thai they
mlxht havt Ufa. and that they mtaht hava it
mora abundantly.?John 10:15.
The dawn of a new day had comet
The long-promised and expected
Messiah oame to break the 400 years
of silence by His personal presence.
We learn of His coming, His
life and ministry. His death and
resurrection, and find the prom
ise of His coming again in the four
Gospels. They are our complete lea
son for this Sunday, but we obvious
ly cannot review them in their en
tirety in our limited space.
Our Scripture references speak of
His ministry in presenting the good
news of the gospel to needy man
kind.
1. The Good News Preached
(Mark 1:14, 15).
Jesus always honored preaching
as the primary and the effective
means of spreading the good news
of the gospel.
The forerunner, John the Baptist,
had borne his witness. Jesus had
come, had been baptized, and as
John was cast into prison, He began
to preach, "Repent ye and believe
the gospel." The key verse of Mark
is 10:45: "For even the Son of Man
came not to be ministered unto, but
to minister." The characteristic
words are "straightway," "forth
with," and "Immediately." The
Greek word thus translated ap
pears about forty times in the book.
The Servant of God went quickly
about the Father's business. Chris- |
tians, can we say the same tor our- I
selves?
II. The Good News Practiced
(Luke 4:18-21).
The dally ministry of Jesus as Be
lived here on earth is summarized
in the prophecy of His coming
which was given by Isaiah the
prophet. As we read these words,
we realize that we who profess
to follow Him need to learn more of
His spirit of tender and loving serv
ice to others.
It is significant and appropriate
that Jesus' declaration of Himself
as the fulfillment of Isaiah 61:1, 2
was made in the synagogue on the
Sabbath day. He met with the people
in the house and at the time set
apart for God's worship. He opposed
spiritual deadness, the misinterpre
tation of the truth, the distortion of
religious principles; but He was not,
as some would have us believe, a
religious free lance who despised
the established worship of His peo
ple.
Having been prepared by the thirty
years of privacy, and more particu
larly by the baptism and the
temptation in the wilderness, He
appeared at the synagogue in Naza
reth to declare Himself as the ful
fillment of prophecy.
Those who tehch that Jesus was
only a young Jewish teacher with a
new philosophy of life have evident
ly not read the Scriptures. He knew
Him SO If fn Ka flrirl'? Cam />nma
the world to bring the good news of
salvation by His own blood to poor,
sin-captive, blinded and bruised hu
manity. He is the Saviour
Look at Isaiah 61:1, 2 and note
that Jesus stopped reading before
the end of the sentence. "The day
of vengeance of our God" will come
when Christ returns. This is the day
of grace. Sinners are urged to ac
cept God's love now, and thus to
escape the terrible day of Judgment
which is to come.
III. The Good News Prepared
(Mark 8:27a, 29, 31).
Jesus preached the gospel of the
kingdom. He went about doing
good, but always He knew Himself
to be the Christ, the One who wss
to die for the sins of the world end
to arise again for the Justification of
those who put their trust in Him.
Even those who deny to our Christ
the recognition of His deity, and the
devotion of life which is His Just
due, must, if they are at all Intel
ligent, admit that no man ever
lived who has made such an impact
on human history. Even now, un
believing men speak of Him as the
founder of Christianity, a mighty
leader, a wonderful example, or an
unequalled teacher.
It is not enough that we stand with
the mass o>f humanity who may thus
admire Him, but who do not count
Him as Saviour and Lord. The ques
tion comes to us as it did to the
disciples. "Whom say ye that I
am?" "Thou art the Christ"?this
alone suffices as the foundstion for
Christian testimony and conduct.
Although Jesus was not yet ready
to have His Messiahship pro
:laimed to the public. He was pre
pared to teach His disciples concern
ing not only that important truth, but
jf His rejection and death.
Note the divine "must" (v. 31).
While H is true that wicked men
ihowed their hostility toward our
Sod and His Christ by hanging Him
m Calvary's cross, yet it was to
lie for our sins that He came into
be world. The cross has rightly
asme to represent Clod's love to the
arorld rather than man'a hostility to
3od
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tails.
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Prostrated by yoar sodden coolness.
We seemed so happy together until
now. Please phone or wire. Winnie
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WOMAN, victim of sad mistake,
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Race and creed of no consequence.
Germania.
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merly had southern exposure, but
Is now exposed on an sides and from
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Phone Berehtesgaden and ask (or
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WANTED: Rat and skunk trap
pers. We give you photograph of
Himmler and others; you do the rest.
Allied Armies, European Zone.
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Have I overestimated your influence
in the tdugn Spots. Answer at
once collect. Nippon.
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who saw me shoved Into an Impos
sible position between outgoing and
incoming express by an emotional
paperhanger In a terrific hurry to
get out from under get In touch with
me or my attorneys. Karl Doenits.
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high military gentlemen who spent
all their lives in murder and de
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"Phono end Got Immodioto Attontion!"
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"There can be no tax cuts until
Japan Is licked."?President Tru
man.
As seen as that, ebT
TOP PROBLEM
Momentous Is the question that
TftHflV nfflift* nne's raoenn?
Oh, will last summertime'! straw
hat
Hold out another season?
As we jet ft, the attitude of the
Big Three is "Now that we have
been such good chums in war why
can't we settle down and become
{fiends?"
see
"Fire in Restaurant Routs 1,000
Diners."?Headline.
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We Just don't believe it We have
been observing restaurant crowds
lately and it is our conviction no
Are could disturb them even mildly
in their determination to get fed.
The hoseman could walk up to a
foursome that has Just managed to
get a table and ory, "The place is
sflrel Beet it!" and Just get the
answer, "Okay, bud. Just play the
hose on us while we eat."
s s s
Ferd and General Motors premise
a lew test ear "to suit the average
perse." Observing the present orgy
of spending we would say that this
means a new ear will be priced at
around HJN.
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AWAH-H-H!
OPA announces?hold your breath
?that it has set ceiling prices on
what auto repair stations may
charge for Jobs on your rapidly de
teriorating bus. Copies will be post
ed in all service stations and the
public is asked to insist that the
scale be adhered to. Okay, Mr.
Bowles 1 We are going to buy an
iron helmet, a bazooka, an asbestos
vest and, walking right up to our
service station, demand that the
boas stick to OPA rates.
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