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9 ? W.M.U. rlATVRttx m STOBT THUS FAS: Thunder* feni ciMwily kaowi u the Gohlia. li rnm mmij ?UU horn ever ImM mm the Biiii Bar ranch in Wyoming. He re* ???111? lis greal graadalre. a wild stal* ?on hniea as the Alhiae. Oae day Geh Ss venders Me a ? ???!?!? valley and hareiy escapes death from his grand* ?he's slashing hoofs. When his veends heal, his 12-year-old evaer. Ken Me* 1 ?ghfle, begins to train him. Although MM i sll la handle, GohUn can ran with astenl ihleg speed and endurance. In a Mai he severs a half mllo la 47 seconds. Me escapss gelding hy an accident. Charley Sargent, millionaire horse hrbed* or. Is enthusiastic about GohUa's pee* CHAPTER XV Rob conceded that Thunderhead bad been promoted. Since the speed he had shown that afternoon, he would be guarded, cherished, watched over like the crown prince. Ken could hardly believe It. "Do you mean .you'll keep him in this winter, dad? And?and?feed him Oats?and hay?" "With my own fair hands! What's aaore I'll ride him and continue his training whenever I have time. That's the least T can dn If he's going to put wooden fences on the ranch and buy a furnace for us I What do you think, Nell?" He had seen her sitting there, silent and white, after the hard look he had given her. She looked up as he spoke to her. His face was genial and smiling. First the blow?then the smile? But she didn't answer for a mo ment and Ken was impatient. "Mother!" he exclaimed. "Yes," she said. "By all means! Heap him in." When Nell asked Rob, she made ft eery casual. She was brushing her hair for the night. "By the way, Bob?did you see Bellamy?" "Yes " "What about the sheep?" "It's O.K." "Thank Heaven! Will he be able te pay us the first half before How ard leaves?" "No, he can't do that. He has to wait until he sells his lambs." "What'll we do? We have to have i " ? uuuuicu uj L-TCA tenth." Rob had his back to her, standing before his chiffonier. There was aamething very rigid about his body ?the legs braced apart a little, head back. "IH take some horses down to the Denver auction this next week." Hell made no comment. She cal culated rapidly. Every summer he had half a dozen or so "scrubs" to aell at any price he could get? horses who were too small, or poorly developed, or with some defect. Sometimes he sold them to Wil Bams, a horse buyer who went aeound to ranches with his own track; or at one of the near-by auc tions. Wherever he sold them, he would be lucky to get fifty dollars apiece for them. There were also tee two old brood mares to be sold. Altogether, that would make, per haps. four hundred dollars. What else would he sell to make up the difference? There had been many arguments between herself and Rob on the sub ject of providing for their current aeeds by sales of horses?no mat ter at what sacrifice. He always refused to do it. "What? Sell a aorse mat s wortn mteen nunarea dollars (or fifty? Not if I was starv ing." "But Rob?how many sales of that sort do you get?" "I've had some?We've lived, haven't we?" "Yas?four horses four years ago at seven hundred dollars a piece. Then, none the next year. Then ane for two thousand?I admit that was a good sale?But you must have thirty or forty horses just waiting for one of those sales?and they only come once in a blue moon When we need the money, you might as well sell half a dozen for any thing?you would still have enough fee horses for any sort of deal that came along." "I'd rather sell one for two thou sand than twenty horses at a hun dred dollars a head, or forty horses at fifty." Such remarks as these were un answerable. But ha wasn't talking like that aow. Nell glanced at him. Did he mean that he would take some of I Us fine stuff down to the Denver ? auction and let it go cheap? j As he turned she saw his face, ! weary and harassed. He went into . ? the small adjoining bedroom where ike kept his boots and clothes. They talked back and forth through the open door while she washed her face in oil and carefully dried it. "Wasn't it exciting about Thun derbead?" she asked. "Yep." "You didn't see the best of It," she said. "I wish you had." She could bear him polishing his shoes before he put them away. "Oh, he can run!" he said. "He's Cast, if he ever gets the kinks ironed ant of him?Don't wait for me?I'm esfng to smoke a pipe before I turn U." "You don't seem to take much afadkjfc him. Jtob." _ ^ After a short silence, Nell said, "Neither do I. It just seems un likely, somehow, that he'U pan out." ? ? ? "Shall we take Skippy to the auc tion with us?" yelled Howard, busi ly brushing and grooming Sultan, the big blood-bay who, his father said, was worth a good five hun dred dollars to anyone that wanted a well-trained heavy hunter. "I should say not!" yelled Rob from the other corral where he was giving Injun the work-out he had promised Nell the horse should have every day. "Do you want to dis grace me? What sort of horse-breed er would raise an animal like that?" There was the sound of galloping. Three beautiful sorrel mares, Taffy, A-Honey, and Russet came canter ing down the pasture toward the corral with Ken, mounted on Thun derhead, behind them. Howard hastened to open the gates, the mares trotted in, and Ken slid off his horse. "That's all, dad," he yelled. "They're all here. Thirteen of "em." "All right. Unsaddle your horse. You can wipe him off, but don't take all day. I want you to help Howard groom those others." The gate of the corral where Rob was exercising Injun was carefully opened. Nell entered and stood watching. She was dressed in a summer suit of light blue linen and a tan straw hat with a round brim that curved off her face. It was nearly the color of the tawny bang that gleamed on her forehead. With her hands thrust into the pockets of her jacket and her small feet in their sturdy flat shoes planted in the loose soil, she had her little girl look. "You're taking Sultan?" she asked. "And Smoky and Blue." She no ticed them in the string that How ard and Ken were grooming. They were blue roans?a pair of beauties, with sweeping tails and gentle eyes, just too small for Army or polo, but well broken and beautifully matched. Nell had always thought of them as belonging to two little girls, sisters, who would love them and saddle and groom them them selves. "And Taffy, and A-Honey and Rus set," said Rob, turning Injun and riding him down along the fence again. Nell's question was answered. Rob was goina to do the thine he had always vowed he would never do?throw away some of his best stuff to meet an urgent need of the moment. Injun turned and came back. Rob's face was hard as nails. Nell hated to look at it. She could see the real suffering underneath. "I'd have saved Sultan for the army sale?he'd have been certain for a hundred and eighty-five dol lars?except for that scar on his chest. Damn the barbed wire!" As if Injun felt the passion and violence of his master he began to crouch and lunge. Rob turned him sharply away from Nell and forced him to resume his measured pacing up and down the corral fence. When be reached Nell again he paused and said more calmly, "You don't often see such horses as these in this country." "I know you don't," said Nell sad ly "There won't be anything at the auction to touch them!" "X don't doubt it." "Mother!" yelled Howard from the other corral, "Don't you think we ought to take Skippy to the auc tion and sell herT" "Sell her!" scoffed Rob, "sen Skippy! The boy must be out of his mind!" Nell laughed. "Someone might buy her. A child could ride her." The thirteen horses were ready for loading, crowded into the small corral which opened into the chute. It was always a difficult business. "We have to have that eight hun dred by September the tenth." Nell stood near by, watching. It depressed her. She didn't mind the ancient brood mares and the scrubs, but Sultan! And the three sorrel mares! And the two blues! "Skippy might help," said Nell, "and you could squeeze her In? she's so small they wouldn't know she was there." "Ken, come here!" yelled his fa ther. He put Ken on Skippy, placed her in advance of all the others and told the boy to ride her through the chute and up the ramp. As Ken did so, Hob and Howard forced the others horses after them. Skippy led the procession trium phantly but laid her ears back when she found herself penned into a cor ner of the truck with no room to kick and no oats. "Just promise not to bring Skippy back. PVf?n I# Wrtti Kaoa *s"? U" , ? j <1BT? tv 5>?C net away," called Nell as they closed the truck. She walked up onto the hill to see the last of them. Kim and Chaps sat down beside her and watched too. She thought she saw a hand waving just before the truck went around the curve. Then it was gone and she hurried indoors. The old brood mares sold imme diately for forty dollars apiece after it was ascertained that each one carried a foal. "Better that than the coyotes," muttered Rob. There was more bidding for the scrubs. They were ridden around and around the ring by the ring boys, while whips cracked and the raucous voice of the auctioneer rattled as fast as the tobacco sell ers on the radio. The scrubs were auctioned off for an average of forty-five dollars each. Sultan was led in. my uosn: look at tnat horse!" exclaimed the auctioneer. The ham mer crashed. "Who'll bid a hun dred (or him? A hundred! A hun dred! Who'll bid a hundred?" As he poured out his line, the ring boy made a leap for Sultan's back. Sultan reared and plunged away, tore loose from the rope, and went galloping around the ring. Three boys pursued him, cornered him, got his rope; he still fought them, the whips cracked, he lashed with his heels, and the auctioneer, not looking at him, was crying, "Who'll bid a hundred? Am I bid a hundred?" "Seventy-five," bid a heavy-set farmer. "Seventy-six!" bid the man in the bowler hat. The farmer bid "Eighty." The man in the bowler hat bid "Eighty one." Sultan was sold to the farmer for ninety dollars. The farmer was at Sultan's side as Ken slid off him. He was pleased with his buy. "That's what I call a real horse. He'll do me as well as a Farmall would, and without gasoline too." He chuckled and ran his hand over the horse's withers. "Are you going to use him to plow?" The farmer looked at him in as- ] tonishment. "I sure am. What do you s'pose I'm payin' ninety dollars for?" "He's a hunter," exclaimed Ken desperately. "A heavy hunter." "Hunter," repeated the farmer. "Hunt what?" "Foxes." "Foxes! You mean coyotes? I hunt plenty of coyotes?but I hunt them with a Ford and a couple of greyhounds. I won t need ? plug (or that. What do you call him?" "Sultan." The ring boy led the horse away and the farmer followed. Ken stood, looking after them miserably. "That's a good horse, Sonny." Ken looked up. The tall man with the bowler hat stood beside him. He had a red (ace and a sharp nose. "Any more where he came from?" he asked. "Yes," said Ken sullenly. "A lot more." "Whose horses are they?" "My father's. Captain McLaugh lin." Ken walked back to Howard. When the auction was over the man in the bowler hat had bought Smoky, Blue, Taffy, A-Honey and Russet for prices ranging from six ty-five to ninety-five dollars. Rob stood with his boys out in the road, while the jam of cars, trailers and trucks edged out of the parking places and started on their way home. The man in the bowler hat was with him. Rob said, "This is Mr. Gilroy. My two boys, Mr. Gilroy, Howard and Ken." The boys shook hands. "I want you to go borne in the bus with Gus?" he stuck his hand in his pocket, brought out some bills, and gave them to Howard. You'll get home by nine o'clock. Buy some sandwiches and eat them on the bus?you can get them where you take the bus. Over there?" He pointed, giving Howard precise instructions. "Mr. Gilroy and I are going to have dinner together. I'D bring the truck. TeU your mother not to wait up, I'll be late." At dinner Rob asked, "Would you teU me what you bought aU my horses for? Are they for your own use?" "No. I bought them for resale." "Where win you tell them?" no as oorasvtD) J J IMPROVED Ul ** 1,11 UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL Sunday i chool Lesson o, ?giM?d by We*Urn Newspaper UnToo Lesson for September 2 . Lesson subjects sad Scripture texts se lected sad copyrighted by International Council of Religious Education; used by permission. JOSEPH'.1! PLACE IN GOD'S PLAN LESSON TEXT?Genesis W10-23. 41.M M. 25. 41-43. GOLDEN TEXT?Ssest thou ? mu dSl lent la bis business? ho shall stand be tors kings.?Proverbs 22 28. Does it pay to trust C dT Does He know about the sorro and the troubles of His people? Does He have anything to do with ths affairs of the world? Men are asking such questions in our day, and wa have the answer in God's dealings with men in ths past. The story of Joseph Is fascinating from almost any angle, but It holds no more Important truth than that I the man who honors God in his life will be honored by God (I Sam. 2:30), even in the hardest place, yes, and in the highest position. Joseph appears before us in our lesson as I. A Prisoner Prospered by Ged (39:20-28). It is surprising how often one finds God's men in the Scriptures in pris- i on. Their determination to live im- I right and honorable lives ran so counter to the plans of the world that in the inevitable clash there came persecution. The story of how Joseph became the objet;! of his brother's jealousy and was sold as a slave into Egypt; how he prospered there only to be disgraced and imprisoned because of the lying accusation of an angry woman?all these are In the back ground of our lesson. Now that he was in prison, pre sumably his influence was gone and his usefulness at an end. Not so, for God can be with a man in the pris on as well as in the palace. He soon became the head man of the jail. Imagine a prisoner taking over the keeper's work I Then, too, he there met the king's chief butler who, though forgetting for a time, did eventually say the word which brought Joseph back into power (see Gen. 40:14-23 ; 41:9-13). The obvious lesson and blessed truth here is that when one of God's J K^wpre tuiua UUI19CU ill a UI1I1CUII place, he can rest assured that God is there working out His own blessed purpose. Why not trust Him and look for His deliverance? Joseph the God-prospered prison er now becomes II. A Prophet Prepared by God (41:14-15, 25). The hour had come when a man was needed who had a word from God. In preparation for the awful years of famine the Lord wanted to use the land of Egypt as His great granary. He wanted thus to pre serve the chosen nation of Israel, as well as to meet the needs of others. The vision of the king, plain as it seemed when interpreted, was un intelligible without the key from God, and He had his man prepared. Joseph was ready to he called from prison to speak the right word at the right time. How important it is that the Lord's messengers be prepared and ready to respond in the hour of His blessing and opportunity! Many eager Christians look forward to the months and years Just ahead of us as the greatest opportunity the Church has had to spread the goe ! PsL Notice that Joseph gave God the glory (w. 16-25). The one who really knows what is going on in the world la quick to recognize that only the wisdom and the grace of Oad ore sufficient for man's need. Let the voice of boasting mankind be silenced and let the voice of God speak I Joseph's prophetic word marked him as God's man to carry out God's plan, so we see him now as ni. A Premier Promoted by God (41:41-43). "I have set thee over all the land," said Pharaoh, and so he had, but in reality it was God who had planned the whole matter. He wanted Joseph there at this time, and there he was. It may be well to stress the fact that God is interested in govern ment and in the men who hold pub lic office. In fact, the only true foundation for government is found in God. We are told to "be subject unto the higher powers. For there is no power but of God: the powers that be are ordained of God" (Rom. 13:1). The Bible clearly teaches that ev ery governmental agency and every public servant, from the police man on the corner to the President in the White House, is permitted to exercise authority over his fellow men only because God has ordained that there should be such govern ment. Clear It is that every right thinking official of state and nation should be humble, teachable, dis creet, and wise in the exercise of his power, and God-fearing In the dis charge of his responsibility. He who reads may apply the truth of God's Word to himself and And personal blessing. It is a rich and powerful and stimulating Word. Let i us use it far God's glory I I ??yEBQyjn^^h ? IfluM by Western Newspaper Union. POSTWAR INFLATION CAN PROVE NATIONALLY RUINOUS RUINOUS, UNCONTROLLED in flation can hit thia country, as in the comparatively recent past it has hit other countries, when we have too much money to spend and not suf flcient commodities with which to meet buyer demand. The danger of inflation will not have passed with the firing of the last shot on. the battle fronts. It will not have passed until reconverted American Indus try is able to meet the tremen dous peacetime demand created by four years of doing without and the purchasing power produced by ez> cessive wartime earnings. That hoarded up purchasing power rep resents many billions of dollars. To do such a Job Industry most have tools and materials. American industry cannot have these requisites if our first Job is la be that of providing for the rehabilitation of Europe, as European nations are insisting we must do, and as we are at tempting to do. Lawrence Sullivan, In a detailed article in Nation's Business, points out that there remains of unexDend- I ed lend-lease appropriations a total of 2m billions of dollars. The law provides that lend-lease is applica ble only to countries engaged in war against the Axis powers. Most na tions that were at war with Ger many and Italy ware, theoretically, at war with Japan. Because of this token warfare, they are draw ing on lend-lease. To France, for example, we are supplying vast quantities of, largely, non-military items with which she is rejuvenat ing her peacetime production in in dustry, transportation, mining and agriculture. These are items need ed in our own country if we are to meet peacetime buyer demand. What is true of France is also true of Belgium, Holland and other Eu ropean countries. Russia is asking for non-military materials to a value of three-quarters of a billion dollars. To England we are supply ing, as one item only, prefabri cated houses to a value of 60 mil lion dollars, the prices based on 1941 costs. As Mr. Sullivan points oat in Nation's Business, lend-lease is bat one source of funds through which to deplete American sup plies. Through UNRRA we are pouring hundreds of millions of dollars worth of American peacetime products into Europe. Other appropriations brine the totaf available tends (or supply in* war and peacetime needa np to 33 billion dollars. To that vast stun can be added the cash and earmarked (old, belonging to forel(n nations, now held in this country, and other foreign holdings, all available (or the purchase of peacetime commod ities. Altogether It represents a total af approximately SB billion dollars with which to purchase American commodities, the products of American (arms, factories, mines and forests. We cannot meet any sizable por tion of such a foreign demand, and, at the same time meet an unlimit ed and uncontrolled home demand. We are faced with the problem of: 1.?Temporarily restricting the export of those commodities for which there is a home demand, un til that home demand has been sat isfied. 2.?Continue to control expendi tures through rationing; control of wages; no reduction in individual income taxes, that demand may be prevented, or 3?Pace disastrous, uncontrolled inflation. The solution is a job that is up to congress, NOW. ? ? ? ENGLAND PACES GRAVE P08TWAR POLITICAL CRISIS THE CLOSE of the world conflict finds England economically "be tween the devil and the deep blue sea." The English people need homes and home furnishings, cloth ing, shoes and many other things. To produce these they must have tools and raw materials, which must be secured abroad. To get money (or tools and materials, and to re build her factories, England must sell her manufactured products in foreign markets. She cannot do that and also meet the demand of the home market. Not to meet the home demand means political dan ger. 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