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7luwd&he^; W W.M.W. FiATURKS>s* THE STORY THUS PAR: Tbunder rcas, or tbe Goblin u he if commonly known, Is the only white horse ever born on the Goose Bar ranch In Wyoming. He (rows from an ugly, misshapen colt to a powerful yearling, showing more and more characteristics of his great grandsire, a wild stallion called the Al bino. One day the Goblin wanders south ward Into the moon tains and ftnds a high valley where wild horses lire. He encounters the Albino, and barely es- j capes with his life. Meanwhile his I mother Fllcka bears another colt named Touch and Go. Goblin returns, badly injured. When his wounds are healed, Ken McLaughlin, his 12-year-old owner, begins the difficult task of training him. CHAPTER XII Late one afternoon, after an hour of such struggling, a fury came into Ken and he began to lash Thun derhead with his crop. He lashed , him until he was exhausted. With his other hand he held the reins and forced the horse this way and that. With his heels he spurred him. Tears of weakness and rage stoad in his eyes. ? - - ? ? ? ? -1 ? 9 a1 suaaenjy inunaerneaa naa uic impulse to obey. Generations of breeding had put aknowledge into him of the horse's part of horseman ship, a realization that obedience to a skilled rider makes one out of the two, makes teamwork out of the ride, something almost like a dance, a performance that a horse cannot achieve alone. He leaned his mouth against the feather lightness of Ken's hands, and, obedient to them, exercised skills that he had never exercised before. There was grace to his movement now, grace and con trol and technique. There was joy in it. He stopped fighting the bit. As if he had learned all that Ken had been trying to teach him, or had known it all along, he swung right or left at the least touch of the rein on his neck or the lean of his rider's body. His steps were pliant, pranc ing. He delighted in the quick, easy turns, in responding to' the hands that lifted him into a longer and longer stride. When Thunderhead achieved obe dience, he enlarged himself. The skill and the will of another being were added to his own skill and will. He was having a new experience and it ran through his body like quicksilver. He loved Nell, but no body had fought him and warred with him and lashed him and taught him obedience but Ken. At last Ken let him out fully and urged him with voice and hands and heels. Thunderhead began to run. His hoofs reached forward and seized the ground with a slashing cut that barely touched and rebounded. A feeling of extraordinary ease went through Ken. No effort was needed, there was no more strug gling, he and the colt were one at last. The fight was over and now ?this I Mastery I Underneath him was something of such strength and pow er as he had never dreamed of. It surged Into him. It was his own. A clump of rocks was ahead of them. Ken did not swerve?the least tightening of his knees, lift of his hands?and the stallion sailed over, hardly altering his stride. The fence over there by the road) Take it, Thunderhead, and the long soaring leap?the light landing? Everything seemed different to Ken. He looked around. He saw, felt, apprehended as he never had before, as if he had been let into a secret world that no one else knew anything about. The wind whipped his cheeks and filled his mouth and beat upon his eyeballs and whistled in his ears. The pace I The incredi ble speed! The strange floating gait! Those long reaching stride^seemed almost slow, like the overhand strokes of a swimmer. Then the lightning-quick slash at the ground, and again the rush through the air. No obstacles could stop him. There were none. They floated over them. The world rolled out from under the stallion's hoofs. They were cov ering ground Ken had never seen be fore. He made no effort to guide him. They were on the mountains ?they were in the sky?Clouds, trees, earth, streamed past. A group of antelopes! He saw their fright ened leaps?their startled faces? they were gone! Ken's consciousness was fused with all that there was in the world. He had gathered it in. He was the pulse-beat. He was the kernel. This is it. He sat at the supper table that night in a dream, unable to speak or eat. He wondered if Thunderhead would ever do it again. When he had dismounted and unsaddled the colt and had stood looking into his face?looking into the future, his hands trembling because he knew, now, beyond all doubt, what the horse could do?he saw that Thun derhead still hated him. The dark, white-ringed eye looked at him side ways. viciously. "How did the colt go today. Ken?" "He went?better, dad." "Did you get him to go forward under the saddle?" "Yes, sir." "Did you get him running?" "Sort of?" Rob McLaughlin looked search ing ly at his son. He asked no more. It sras a warm August evening. Rob was driving to a ranch south west of Ms own to inspect a mare. Be had been told she was a regis tered thoroughbred, had been a rac er, and was for aale cheap. The number of his own brood mares was down to sixteen. They were getting old. He had lost four in the last two years, and two more must be sold before fall because they would not live through another win ter on the range. Colorado farmers who kept a few horses stabled through the winter might buy them for the sake of the foals they would drop in the spring. They would bring very little at auction but any thing would be better than feeding them to the coyotes on the Saddle Back. Nell was driving with him. They were on one of the back roads,, not much more than wheel tracks on the prairie grass. It was at Just that moment of the evening when headlights are of no use and day light is not enough- The car swept ahead so swiftly, and at times so rougmy, tnat Well was aDout to pro test, but one look at Rob's face stopped her. He had his angry driv ing look. Nell withdrew a little into her own corner and sighed. It might have been a pleasant evening. She al ways enjoyed a drive at the end of the day when her work was done, but if he was going to be like this? "Gypsy hasn't long to go either," said Rob abruptly. "At this rate, my band of brood mares will soon be cut in half." "Couldn't you put some of the younger mares in the brood mare bunch?" asked Nell. "There are those three flve-year-olds?the sor rels?they're wonderful mares." "To be bred back to their own sire?" "That's line-breeding, isn't it? "A new purebred stallion!" ex claimed Nell. You re always talking about it. "But you can't do it indiscrimi nately. They have to be picked in dividuals. There isn't one at those mares good enough." "What'll you do for brood mares then, Rob?" "Buy some more, I suppose, the way I bought all the others. Travel around to the race tracks?pick up mares of good blood that can't race any. more." Nell made no answer. Rob want ed to fight. He didn't want to see a way out or to make any compro mise. She changed the subject. "Rob, I've been thinking about Thunderhead. Ken is so awfully happy about him now?the speed he's developed. Do you think it's absolutely necessary to geld him?" "He's a two-year-old," said Rob hnrehlv "All the other twos ere to be gelded, why shouldn't he be?" "Ken is simply having a fit about it," said NeU. "Ken is a pain in the neck." "Besides," said Nell, "he's not really two yet ? just twenty-two months." Rob explained, with weary pa tience as if to a child of subnormal intelligence, ".We wait until they are two to geld them in order to give their necks time to develop. But Thunderhead's neck is already de veloped like a three-year-old's. He could have been gelded six months ago." Rob's tone of voice served notice on her that he didn't want to hear any more of that. She closed her lips tight but the seething thoughts went on behind them. They them selves were heading into financial disaster just as fast as they could gallop. It was this fall that Howard was to go east to Bostwick's Preparatory School, and the tuition was twelve hundred dollars and half of it had to be paid in advance. Where was that money going to come from? And the money for his outfit and traveling expenses? She hadn't dared ask Rob. There would have to be eight hundred dollars by September the tenth. Perhaps there wouldn't be. At the thought of aban doning their plans for the boys' edu cation her hand began to tap nerv ously oo her knee. No. Anything but that It would only be two years ?t Bostwick's and then into Vest Point and no more expense. A way must be found. But that wasnl all. What about their own expenses for the coming yearT They would need two thousand dollars to live on, and there was a thousand dollars of un paid bills?hardware, veterinary, el evator, machine repair shop?and that five thousand dollar note to be paid in October?it had to be paid Last year the man had extended it for a year and said that was the last time. She sat nervously upright. "Rob ?is Bellamy going to take the lease for the sheep again this fall?" "I don't know. Haven't asked him yet. But I suppose he will. Why?" The last word was shot at her bel ligerently. '"Well?I was Just wondering. The lease money?that fifteen hundred dollars?it means a good deal to us." Rob playfully grabbed her by the head with his free hand and shook her. "Now you're worrying about money. Don't bother your little head about that. I'll attend to it." "Ouch!" said Nell, catching at her head. "You hurt." She rearranged her hair, and returned to her thoughts. Rob, of course, would nev er see or think what he didn't want to. But suDDOse he were different? Suppose he were openminded and reasonable?what ought they to do? What did people do when they had spent half their lives doing some thing that was, apparently, going to bring them to the poorhouse if con tinued? They did not fling good years after bad. They changed. They took another road. But Rob? It was as if he were hypnotized?as if he could not turn er change. He wouldn't even discuss it. Suddenly she felt angry. Here they were > partners in the greatest possible en terprise?family life?and she must suffer the consequences of failure as well as he, yet he would never al low discussions on unpleasant themes. He would Bhout at her, browbeat her, create such friction and unpleasantness that she could not bear it?it wasn't fair. Suddenly Rob burst out: "I can see that I've been awfully dumb." "What do you mean?" "I've always thought that you were with me." "With you?" "In everything I did. The ranch, my work, the horses, my plans?ev erything." "But Rob?of course I?" "You used to be," he interrupted. "I don't know when you changed. I've just been going along like a fool taking It for granted." "Taking what for granted?" "That VflH hflH pnnflffAnofl Wi mm " "You oughtn't to put it that way. Married people ought to talk things over with fach other and you never will. It isn't that I haven't confi dence in you?" "But you haven't. That is, you have no confidence in my ever mak ing a go of the horses. I know I will if I hang on. I'll force it to succeed. You used to know it too. You were with me. But you don't know it any longer." Nell was silent. "Just exactly what would you like me to do?" he asked grimly. "I?I?don't know?" "That's just it. You don't know. You don't know anything about it. But while I'm doing all I can to make a go of it?lying awake nights planning how I can keep up or im prove my horses and find the best markets, you're just sitting back waiting for the crash so that you can pick up the pieces." "Well," she suddenly whispered, "we are on the downgrade, have been for years. You've said it your self. You're the one who told me. You're the one who's worrying your self sick about it. And we're not making any sort of change in our lives, in our plans, so why expect a change in the results?" Rob stood facing her, feet apart, his dark head, so significant and arresting, dropped on his chest. The moonlight changed his ruddiness of skin to a greenish pallor. Suddenly Nell held out her arms ?nothing mattered?she went to him. He pushed her away. "Don't, Nell, I can't stand it." She backed away, feeling humili ated. She might have known he didn't want comfort or coddling, he wanted his head up again?before her. But what could she do about that? While she stood, clasping her hands frantically together and fight ing the tears that in a moment could be a flood, Rob walked away from her and disappeared. In such moments of unendurable hurt, lovers run away from each other. Nell walked down toward the cor rals and stood against the fence. Presently she saw the horses ap proaching, Thunderhead and Touch And Go. He came to the fence, she spoke his name and held out her hand. He came close, she laid her hand on his face. "Thunderhead ? Thunderhead?" He felt her grief as horses always do, and shoved his nose against her. Touch And Go must do as her big brother did and pushed her nose up for petting too. When Nell went in, half an hour later, she found Rob sitting in his den, reading the paper, knees com fortably crossed and pipe in his mouth. (TO WOt COMTDfUKD) ^ I ^?1 IMPROVED Mmmk"* UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL Sunday i chool Lesson By HAROLD L. LUNDQUIST. D. D. I Of The Moody Bible Inetltute of Chicago. Released by Western Newspaper Union. Lesson for August 12 Lesson subjects end Scripture texts se I lected and copyrighted by International Council of Religious Education; used bp ! permission. ISAAC'S TE8TIM0NY TO GOD LESSON TEXT?Gcneill M1B-S3 GOLDEN TEXT?Blessed be the Lord God. the Cod of Israel, who only doeth won drous things.?Psalm 72-IS. A man of peace in a wartorn world may seem to be a bit out of place, but he assuredly is not if the peace he has and promotes is the peace of ! God. Our world has seen anew a dem onstration of the awful results of the philosophy that might makes right. Violence and bloodshed have been man's way of asserting his supposed or assumed rights. One could hope that we are now ready to recognize that we need a new viewpoint, that patience and meekness are not weakness, that kindness and love are Christian virtues worth emulating and cultivating. That result can come only if men will recognize Christ as the King of their lives and nations will receive His Word as their law. Let us pro claim His truth and the gospel of His gjace anew, and win all we can to Him. Isaac was a man of peace. He was a rather ordinary man, one of the common people, but his life is both interesting and instructive. He had come through varied experi ences of victory and defeat before the time of our lesson. Fearing a famine, and apparently not trust ing God at the moment, he had gone down from the promised land to the country of the Philistines, there re- j digging the wells which his father Abraham had dug. The result was that he prospered. Ere long, how ever, envy on the part of his ene mies taught Isaac that one may ex pect I. Strife in the World (w. 19-21). Isaac had prospered, but be was still out of the promised land, and while he was in the land of Philis tines he could expect no permanent I peace. Wn ora In 4Vtn omeM Wn Inn rr fnr ! peace, and would throw all our in fluence and service into the cause of bringing a righteous peace to the troubled peoples of the world. But let us not be misled by that desire into the support of unscriptural and impossible peace programs. This world is a sinful world, and as long as that is true, there will be strife and war. Our business in such a world is to preach the gospel of grace, win ning men to Christ, that they may become men of good will. Isaac was such a man, willing to yield even what seemed to be his right, rather than cause contention. Undoubtedly there are times when one must defend his name and his possessions, but all too often those who do "stand for their rights" have wrecked homes, churches, and na tions, and have gained nothing but an empty victory. The peace of this world is tem porary. Is there then no real abid ing peace and joy? n. Joy in God's Fellowship (w. 22-25). When Isaac came up into Canaan, the land which God had promised to him, he found real peace and an abiding joy in renewed fellowship with God. Even so, the Christian man and woman who will step out ol a spiritually destructive fellow ship with the ungodly world and come over wholeheartedly into the spiritual Canaan of full consecration and separate living, will find true peace and satisfying communion with God. I III. Testimony in Kight Living (w. 26-31). These men were wicked men, even speaking falsehood in their claim of friendship toward Isaac (v. 29). Now that they perceived that God was continually blessing Isaac in spite of their repeated injustice to ward him, they decided it would be well to make a covenant of friend ship with him. Even those who fol i low the way of war and aggression cannot deny the effectiveness of true j Christian testimony. Observe also that by his patience and kindness, Isaac ultimately mads friends out of his enemies. "It is better to turn enemies Into friends ; than to beat them, and have them < enemies still." And so this man I with the patient, self-sacrificing spirit brought peace not only to him self, but to those about him, because he believed and trusted God. "When ; a man's ways please the Lord, he maketh even his enemies to be at peace with him" (Prov. H:T). IV. Blessing In Service (w. 32, ?S). The thing to do when the selfish ness of others is about to cause strife Is to go and "dig another well." If we will do that, we will find that God has been there ahead ' of us and prepared a rich flow of fresh water with which we may re fresh and encourage ourselves. Isaac's men said, "We have found water," and he then named the place Beersheba, which means "the well of the oath," referring undoubt edly to God's fulfilled promise to , bless him. He had found the way of peace, fellowship and Massing. | because he bad gone God's way., IKw TllPhitoprp THE PRIVATE PAPERS OF PRIVATE PURKEY Dear Ed.?Well, the ban on me fraternizing with them Kraut frau learis Is lifted and it may be neces sary for the brasahats to slap the rule on again to keep up interest in them. Them dames don't look half so good now that there is no law against them. ? That word fraternising was a hot one to drag in when the four letter word "neck" would of done. I had to lire 13 years, get in a global war and go all through Africa, Italy, France and parts of Germany to And out that when I am delivering a sales talk on myself to a doll I am ruilty of "fraternisation in the ftrst degree." ? Well anyhow, it was tough to win a war and be told you had lost the pecking privileges. Moonlight is moonlight in all languages and in war or peace. Imagine winning a global shindig and getting told that nothing goes with H that can roll its eyes or give with baby talk! ? I am all for busting up the Kraut general staff, wiping out the Nazis and making a new Germany, bwt I still stand for romance, lend lease and I never did think that la order to muc uti ui?ii; ? ucuivcftric; wc have got to keep GJj from lonklof np telephone number*. ? So when the ban on fraternizing was lifted it was good new* even U nobody had not paid no attention to it. Interest has fell off badly since it's become okay to go for them frauleans. They do not look too good except when they are hard to go get. When there is no ceiling on them they lose glammer. They toe in, they ain't much on shapes and them German dressmaker* should be in cluded among the war criminals. ? I think the hairdressers should be put on the war crimes list also. m The frauleans made It tsngh far the GJj all during the fraterniza tion ban by making most *1 the ad vances. They was tar freedom si ' the squeese frem the start sad I seen lots of times when they pad eat pick ets in front at ear barracks sad carried ihlch real "TWat GoLs Unfair to German Girta." ' Of coarse, it was all hooey and die ban never had no chance. Love laughs at locksmiths and it busts huttonc off He vm* mimmMKmm. hats. Take it from me a lot of Gis is coming home with German girls as brides. It happened in the last war and it will happen in this. It is even a good thing the Big Three is married. As ever, Oscar. ? ? ? BATTLE CBT Let's take another pokio At badly battered Tokio; In times the Japs will knowkio That war is not a )okio. ? ? ? THE OLD DATS The American Transit association announces that the trolley car is far from dead. There are lit electric car companies in the country. They carry 60 per cent of all riders in urban areas. Thirteen billion fares were carried last year. This cheers us up. Tender memories of our boy hood included those of the trolley car. The Sunday ride on an open trolley to Savin Rode, Momauguin or Lighthouse Point was pretty ex citing stuff. The whole town seemed to turn out for that kind of a trip on Sunday, and in the afternoon passengers were clinging to every inch of the running-boards. ? The fight to get a seat when the rush set in to get home was some thing. Pop used to go up around the bend, hop aboard the car then and grab a couple of seats which he would struggle to hold until mom and the kids could clamber on. The open car has pretty well disap peared. New York, strangely enough, still operate some. They had it all over the closed car or kata foe e/utlnaec astil vu0 ivt vwuuvt i ?im iuttt ? ? ? A WAR WIFE'S WHIMSY (With apologies to some well-known writers of light verse) ??Oh. We Is a cycle af aaasle and ?eng." And the war years have heca Jest dandy; And the peace la a thing thai eaa hardly p wrong? ? ? ? Happy Chandler has formally signed at $30,000 a year to take Judge Landis' place aa baseball cxar. 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