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HI 8TORT THUS FAR: M a MM ?Mm, PKcka's colt, lost mrte*. Is Mem. Km McLuffcUa, Flick*'. 12-jear ?Afl tnw, 1Mb Mr la a rale A With Ms assistance mi Mm brother Howard he ? Map the mare and eett to the aublea. TO Kea'a aatoalshmeat, the foal Is white. B la ertdoatly a throwback to Me Albino, a MM white rtelttoa that Is FRcha'a gr?dalre. This horse had stetaa Gypsy , Mom Mo Gooss Bar ranch. Ms Ms horss hna owned by Ken's father la Mo Wyo ?Ms ?asslaHa Her colts, while sp*ea dM physically, were all snmaasfeahte. Km Is worried whea he realties Mat Ms AhtaWs characteristics hare cropped ?dhhb colt. Bo waits for a Movable Mao to saansnra Ms bis news. a CHAPTER HI But the foal! .That all-conquering 'Seoteiic; Rob McLaughlin had ^oken ofl After all the trouble Bah had taken to rid his stock of S? hated blood of the Albino, here B ana cropping out again. This foal was unlike its dam, unlike its sire, ?clike any horse on the Goose Bar ranch. It resembled only one?the Albino. It was almost like having Wte Albino right there in the stall! Was the power and ferocity of thp ?rest outlaw enclosed within that mottled baby hide of pink and white? This thought made shivers go Wrough Ken. flicks had finished her mash. Ken ?fted the bucket down and went to We door of the barn. He swung the Bp half open and looked out. It had slapped snowing. The wind bad re versed itself and had blown the ??will dbck mm me cast wueuue u tad come. There was a riot ot scud-. ding clouds in the sky with big stars dose and bright, going in and out between them. It was much warmer. Ken folded his arms on the bottom half of the Dutch door and leaned Mere thinking. There were still other shadow dbapes woven into the aura that en circled the foal like the predictions af a fortune-teller. That word Rob McLaughlin had dropped so casually into Ken's ?aught stream that day ? race horse? Race horse. It could not, of course, be Flicka, owing to the fcickened tendon which was the re sult of her infection. But why not a colt of Flicka's? With a sweet and tractable mother to teach him man ners, with the power and speed which came down to every one of the Albino's line?why not? It had been Hell who had first made this sug gestion. Since then it had not been eat of Ken's mind. Ken turned from the barn door and ran his hand down that right bind leg of Flicka's. It was his fault?that thickened tendon?be cause he had made them catch her far him. "But you're not sorry, are you, Flicka?" he whispered, going to her bead, "because now you've got ?ie?M Her face, leaning against him, was very still and contented. Ken took the lantern, gave one fast look backward, and then left the barn, closing the door tightly behind him. He ran down through the gorge. In front of the rambling stone rancn nouse were several acres 01 town, called by his mother, the Green, after the neat little village Greens of New England where she had spent her childhood. It was covered with a thin sheet of snow. Ken ran across it to the house, and, to the warm kitchen, took off his slicker and sou'wester and drank the hot chocolate Howard had made. While they sat drinking, the two hoys engaged in one of the wran gling, incomprehensible and wholly oblique discussions which make adult listeners conclude that the con stitution of boys' minds, and their language, have nothing to do with reason, logic or natural facts. "Promise!" "Let go of me!" "But he's mine." "My tongue's not yours." "Prom?" Ken's voice rose. "Sh?sh?sh?" warned Howard. But Ken was conscious of being to the right. If their father heard the noise and discovered it was be cause Howard wouldn't promise not to tell about Ken's colt before he lad a chance to, Howard would get it in the neck. "Promise. Promise! PROMISE!" "All right, I promise. Get off my hack." Bound for the stables and the colt, they paused behind the house at the sight of two strange cars. Visitors. Visitors brought home to the ranch from the dinner party last night. They recognized the cars. The blue ewe belonged to Colonel Morton Har ' lis. an old classmate of their father's at West Point, now Colonel ef Artillery at Fort Francis War ren. The gray one belonged to Charles Sargent, millionaire horse hreeder, owner of the famous rac tog stud, Appalachian. Sargent had his home ranch not twenty-five miles from the Goose Bar. "Charley Sargent and Mort Har ris," said Howard airily. "That'i keen. No church today." But Ken stood looking at the cart and thinking. Charley Sargent, tall and thin as a beanpole in his narrow Cheyenne pants?always kidding and clowning?his long brown fact under the widebrimmed western hat looking as Gary Cooper's might when he got older?it was alwayi fua whan Charley Sargent came tc visit, and be might talk about hu race horses. Ken's heart felt a litth flutter of excitement. He wanted to know all he could And out about race horses. And Appalachian, the big black racing stud?he? "Come on!" said Howard, heading for the barn. Ken walked slowly after him, won dering if the presence of visitors would interfere with his own sur prise. Should he tell them at break fast? It had to be arranged so that the impression was favorable. They had to be glad and proud that it was white, as he eras himself. That wasn't all. He had really to act so that no one, not even his father, would suspect that he was hiding anything. That was going to be hard. It was hard enough to keep any sort of secret?harder still if you felt the least bit guilty about it? When they reached the corral they saw that Flicka and the colt were both out, enjoying the early morn ing sunshine. Gus and Tim were watching, astonished and amused. Ken rushed at Gus and grabbed him. "Don't tell anyone, Gus?they don't know yet. I want to s'prise 'em?promise?" "Yu cud knock me over with a feather, Kennie," said the old Swede, with his slow smile. "But white horses is gude luck, they say." "Never seen no such colt on this ranch before," added Tim. "What'll the Captain say?" "Don't tell him until I have a chance to," insisted Ken. "Promise, will you?" "Sure. You can tell 'em, Kennie," said Gus. "She's your mare, and your colt too, I guess." "Would it coat much, Dad?" Ken opened the barn door and called Flicka in. The colt did not follow but stood blinking in the sun shine. Gus and Tim shooed it gently in. Ken put them both in the far thest stall and he and Howard stood for a while watching them. But Ken had important business on his mind, and presently ran down to the house and found that his mother was making breakfast and his father upstairs shaving. Ken leaned against the bathroom door and called gently, "DadI" "Hullo there!" "Say, dad?would you tell me something?" "Depends." "Well?if you had money enough, what kind of fences would you have on the ranch?" "Well?if I had money enough, Td tear out every foot of barbed wire and put in wooden fences. Good solid posts about ten feet apart and four feet high. Even one line of rails on top of that would keep horses in ?that is, if it was solid enough so they couldn't rub them down with their fannies." "Would it cost much, dad?" "You can get the poles for noth ing in the Government Reserve, but the cutting and hauling would cost money?that's work. I wouldn't have time to do it myself." "Even if it costs lots of money, dad, it wouldn't matter." Rob's answer was smothered in the sounds that go with shaving, and suddenly he began his favorite shav ing song. Suddenly the door burst open and he strode out in riding breeches, boots, singlet, and a very gay good humor. His black hair was rough, his eyes very blue, and all his big white teeth showing. He almost rode over Ken and the boy felt over powered by the impact of his . father's personality. With the door closed between them, it had been , less potent. 1 'Til be waiting for yon a-hat the r kitchen door!" roared Rob, stamp > ing down the hall toward his room. I He stopped at the head of the stairs, t looked over and shouted, "Say, you t fellows! Mort! Charley! Are you i still asleep? Flapjacks comia' up I" i There was an answering shout i from the terrace at the front of th? t house, "We're way ahead of your "" and Bob hurried Id to hla room to finish dressing. Outside, Nell and her two guests were being entertained, as eras usual at the Goose Bar ranch, by the antics of assorted animals. . Chaps, the black cocker, and Kim, the collie, were chasing each other 1 on the Green as .11 nothing were < needed for exuberant happiness but to have been shut up for a night and then let out again. All traces of snow had disap peared. There was intense sunlight breaking everywhere into the colors of the prism. There was a boister ous wind bending the pines and making Nell's blue linen dress flut ter. "What do you think of him?" aba called to Colonel Harris, .who. stood near the fountain inspecting Rob's ' work team. They were huge brown brutes. "That one you're looking at is Big Joe," she added, "the pride of Rob's heart." "I should ssfy," said the Colonel in his cultured, precise manner, tak ing off his glasses and polishing them, "that he is a pure-bred Percheron, sixteen hands high, and weighs thirteen hundred pounds." "Just about right," said' Nell, picking up her cat, Pauly, who was begging beside her. Pauly, a sinu ous, tortoiseshell angora with long topaz eyes, and a little siren face, ftlmned one arm around Nell's neck. bung on, and tried to lick her mouth. Nell tapped the tiny coral sickla shaped tongue and laughed. Charley Sargent's lanky form hovered over her. "You're lookin' mighty pretty this momin'?how do you get those pink cheeks?" "You forget I've been slaving over the kitchen stove getting breakfast for?let's see?five male men?" She buried her face in Pauly's soft brown fur. Charley Sargent always embarrassed her with his flattering eyes and flirty ways. He made her feel about eighteen. "Isn't this a day!" she exclaimed. "Who could believe it was snow ing last night! That's Wyoming for youl" She turned her face up to the sky. There were magpies and plover and chicken hawks gliding on steeply tilted wings against the blue, and now and then, when the wind veered, came a breath of snow from the Neversummer Range in the south. "Last night," said Charley, still hovering, "was a mighty nice party. But I'm afraid to face Rob. He bawled me out for dancin' with you so much." "This other one," called Colonel Harris, "is not pure-bred, is he?" "No," said Nell, running down the steps to join him. "That's old Tom my. He's our bronco-buster. When ever Rob has a young horse he wants to take the ginger out of, he harnesses him up with Tommy." While she chattered she was re membering how furious Rob had been last night when Charley Sar gent had waltzed with her and^pun her around and around so fast that her long blue dress had stood out 'like the skirt of a whirling dervish. All the same?it was fun. Breakfast was noisy. There were flapjacks, thin and brown and light with slightly crisp edges. Piles of them, piping hot. A bowl of brown sugar was on the table and a jug of maple syrup. With her flapjacks, Nell liked marmalade, melted and thinned and hot. "By Jiminy, I'll try that!" ex claimed Charley, taking the pitcher. AH the time, the thought of his colt was never out of Ken's mind. Even while he was watching and listening to the others, he was trying to figure out just how he would tell it. The build-up he had attempted witn w? latuer naant come to much. Ken wanted, too, to talk to his mother about the things ?he would like to buy when his colt was winning money on the race tracks. Dresses and velvet things with fur like the General's wife wore, so that they would all fall in love with the colt the moment they saw it because of all it was going to do for them. But as the hilarious breakfast pro gressed through grapefruit and flap jacks and sausages and pots of cof fee with thick yellow Guernsey cream, and Rob got up again and again to go to the kitchen, and How ard carried piles of plates in and out. Ken became convinced that this wasn't the time to tell it. They wouldn't pay attention?would just say, "Oh, a new colt? Flicka has foaled at last? Fine?pass the syr up, will you?" After all, there were so many colts born on the Goose Bar ranch. A car drove up and stopped be hind the house. As Rob returned from the kitchen. Colonel Harris ?aid, "That's probably the sergeant and orderly with my mare." "What for?" asked Nell. Rob explained. "Mort wants to have his saddle mare bred by Ban ner, so I told him to send her up today." "It's late for breeding. Isn't it?" "Yes," said Harris, "it is. I thought she was bred, but she isn't after all, so we're going to try again." "Why don't you have her bred i by a real stud I" said Charley. "You > don't happen to be ignorant of the fact that my Appalachian is the t finest racin' stud in horse history, i do you?" (To as cumin um? .? IMPROVED UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL Sunday i chool Lesson Bv HAROLD L LWDQUBT. D. D. sxzr ' i Lesson for June 17 Lnmb ?ubJ?cU and Scrlptur* texts as- 1 Iscteu and fWiJbteil by International i L?rmisalo2. Ed?catkm; usad bar rHE CHUBCB BEGINS ITS WORK ] LESSON TEXT?Acts S:?4f. JS-W. ?*. GOLDEN TEXT?Y# ahal! be wtlnoM Jute, and Is Samaria. aad tea Mm utter most part at teeartk.?Acta Is The ohyrch of Jesus Christ, glori ous is spite of her failings, is the greatest institution known to this world. That is true because while it is in this world, the church is not of the world, but of God. He estab lished the church as the fellowship of believers to do His work in the world. For more than IB centuries the Christian church has served Him with varying degrees of conse- ' oration and usefulness. The beginning of the work of the church is of special interest, for such a study will show whether we today are following in the right path. We find in our lesson that the early church was distinguished by: L Obedience to God (w. 29-32). The disciples filled with the Holy Spirit were bold in declaring the gospel and in proclaiming their risen Lord. Realizing that the apostles' message was winning the people, the leaders of the Jews admonished them not to speak in the name of Christ (Acts 4:18). When they con tinued, the priests threw them into prison, but an angel set them free (Acts 5:19). When they were again appre hended and accused of disobeying the command of the high priest, Peter and the others responded by pointing out that they were under a higher command, that of God Him self. Him they would obey, come what may. Who will deny that we need a renewal of that spirit in the church today! We need to lose our fear of men and their little authority, and regain a larger measure of obedi ence to God. n. A Convicting Message (v. 33). When God's Word is preached with complete obedience to Him, something is sure to happen. Men and women will be convicted of their sin. They will be cut to the heart. That conviction will show itself in one of two ways. Some will be re pentant and will cry out with the jailer at Philippi, "What must I do to be saved?" (Acts 16:30). Turn ing to Christ, they will find deliver ance from sin. Others will harden themselves in their wicked ways and become even more bitter in their hatred of Christ and the church. In our lesson wa find them taking counsel to kill the disciples. Knowing themselves to be wrong and seeing that God's work revealed their sin, but not being willing to give it up, they tried to de stroy the witness against them. We see that same spirit opera tive today. To be sure, it does not usually show itself in such crude action as physical killing, although the day when that may happen again may not be far away. In our cultivated time, it is re vealed in a scholarly attack upon God's Word, an undermining of the faith of our young people in schools or colleges, or a ridiculing of those who wish to live a separated, con secrated life. III. No Compromise (w. 34, 35, 38-48). A arise man, Gamaliel, presented what we would now call a program of appeasement. He urged that they waiv cuiu kc wuai wvuiu At first glance his idea seems to be most commendable, and of course it did save the lives of the disciples at the moment. But it was essentially a "do-nothing" policy of compromise. If be believed in what the disciples were doing, he should have come out boldly on their side. notice (hat the believers had no part in this scheme. They lis tened, but did not give assent. They took the beating and went right out and preached the gospel again. What a fine example for us to fol low! Those who are alert to the real problems of the church today recog nize that the willingness to com promise with the world, the flesh, and (so it seems at times) the devil himself for the sake of peace, is destroying the real ministry of the church. IV. Absolute Fearlessness (w. 40, 42). The early church was a very small group of believers with no position of influence or power in the world. Humanly speaking, it would have been expedient for them to heed the admonition now twice giv en (compare Acts 4:18) and confine their testimony to a private wit ness. But they had hearts which were aflame with the fire of God, a com mission to take the good news of God's saving grace to all men, and the assurance of God's presence (see Matt. 28:18, 20. Acts 1:8), and they were absolutely fearless. The world admires true courage not only on the battlefield, but in the pulpit. The criticism which men in the armed services make of the church centers at this point, namely, that the church has been too timid about giving out the Word of God, about really believing and practicing it. %ND JUST IN TIM?, TOO ? o Throw away the towbig-statlon phone! Kiss those upholstery squir rels and moths good-by 1 Forget shout that wire you've been saving to hold the fenders and doorknobs In placet ? The automobile Is earning back! WPB and the automobile manu facturers announce that >00,000 new cars will be made between now and January 1, with another 400,000 fol lowing in the first three months of 1046. Before many months you may actually see automobiles in this country with one-piece windshields, hubcaps on g? four wheels and no mice-holes in the cushions. ? Few things will lift the spirit af Americans mare than the prospect oI a return te the gays when glistening paint Jobs, eye-blinding gadgets and different shaped bodies were as rou tine as the first robin. ? The bitterness of srar hit many countries in many ways, but most Americans first awoke to its terrors when they looked Into auto sales room windows and found nothing there but the potted palm and the dusty draperies. ? It has now been three or four years since the American home has an swered a phone and found somebody on tne otner end saying "now aooui coming over and giving you a ride in our demonstrator*" ? And there are people tn this eeon try who can hardly remember those sweet words: "We'll allow yea KM on the old six and leave the new eight at your door." ? This country never really knew how good its automobiles were until it had to make them last through a tough war. It made the amazing discovery that the industry had turned out machines that would run without oil, gas, tires, radiators, live batteries or intact pistons. ? All over America ears have been In operation In deAanee of the laws of engineering, gravitation, public safety, sanitation and rubbish col lection. ? And the condition of the pleasure cars has been somewhat outdone by the shapes the trucks were in. There have been trucks on our roads thai needed only proper tags to make thorn museum pieces and collectors' items. ? They operated on the two-trips-tor one plan; one trip as scheduled and another trip back over the route to pick up lost parts. But relief is at hand. The Poet Hitler Boiler Is lust around the cor ner. The Japs are tough, but we can lick them with one hand on the steering gear. ? ? ? BED POINTS WITH TOUR RESTAURANT MEALS ("It has been suggested that res taurant patrons give red points for meat orders."?News Item.) Castomer?Hcrw about a tender loin? Waiter?We have a very good 40 point tenderloin with french fries, or a nice 38-point T-bone with on ions. Customer?Are you kidding about this point stuff? M Weltav?Va Tf vmi tar Ant m^H Id restaurants you gotta have points. Customer?If I had any red points I would est at heme. Walter?How about some nice hal ibut? 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