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W.M.W. riATURlS^
toad lo tto only white torts tvir loated
m too Asm Bar ranch la Wyoming. Hs
ft ? ftssnhsifc ft his groat grand sirs,
fts aftlns, a wild slamoa His 14-yoar
?M mn, Kan McLaaghlia, hopes that
Bi vB hecoms a ianots racer. Than*
dsitond It entered at a fall race meet
ft Hehi He is very fast hat Is hard ft
toafte. Bah McLaughlin, (tea's father,
aft aff most of his torses and goes
BBh sheep raising- financial aft lies
had created a rift between Bah end his
aft, NeB, tot they are reconciled. Ken
and Ms brother, Howard, rids into the
amaalaftns. Tbnnderhead breaks loose
and Jftas the herd of wild horses led
ftp toe Albino.
CHAPTER XXII
j -Holy smoke!" he exclaimed,
r Thamderhead and the mares dis
appeared in the t wis tings of the pas
sage. Ken began to trot after them
mi Howard followed. Ken was stiB
celling desperately, "Come, boy I
Get your oats! Here Thunderhead!
The passage narrowed. They were
some inrougn me neynoie, passing
directly underneath the great boul
der which hung over it, and the next
moment there was the wide spread
at the valley before them, ghostly
with a. faint luminescence through
which the dark forms at the horses
?oud like shadows.
Then light flooded the heavens and
fee shafts of rosy gold poured up
fen the rising sun to bathe the
?sw covered peaks of the Never
ammer Range.
Hot even the disaster of Thunder
headPa rebellion could lessen the im
gact of this sight upon Howard.
"Hofy smokiet" he exclaimed
again and stood motionless.
But Ken's agonized eyes found
what they were looking for. The
Albino, and his instant alert as
Ibanderhead entered the valley!
The two stallions saw each other at
fee same moment. The Albino
?ashed forward as if for immediate
attack, then turned and began to
aoand up the far flung band of mares
and colts behind him. At a swift
twisting gallop he circled them,
gathered them all in and bunched
them in an invisible corral. All his
actions were strained and nervous.
But Thunderhead moved with ex
aberance and calm. His muscles
?awed smoothly under his satin coat
as he leisurely circled his little band
at stolen mares, bunched and froze
them, then trotted out in front.
The two stallions faced each other
about a hundred yards apart, mo
tionless as statues. The Albino
moved forward a little, then stepped.
Be did this again. Thunderhead
stood without a* quiver, his head
fciiflll his WPiifhf fnruinpH hi? hinrf
legs stretched back.
Ken suddenly thrust the nose-bag
tato Howard's hands. "Hold that!
They're gonna fight! I've got to get
him!"
He ran to Thunderhead, calling his
nme. Thunderhead did not even
twitch an ear in his direction. He
was watching the Albino with a mi
nute, comprehensive stare that pen
etrated the body and timed the
nerve fuses. ,
Ken seized the dangling halter
?ope and flung his weight on it.
"Come away! Come away, Thun
derhead!"
He hauled with all his power, try
tag to break the stallion's fixation,
but be might as well have tried to
?rave a rock. The stallion stared
ever him, immobile.
The boy burst out crying and
?truck at the stallion's head, jerking
to and fro with all his weight. "Oh,
?top it, Thunderhead! Please, Thun
derhead! Come away!"
Howard dropped the nose-bag,
?ashed to his brother's side and
seized the halter.
Ken's voice reached Thunderhead
dimly but he made no. response.
This eras his world, his inheritance.
Ken bad no part in it. But how to
become master of it? Only by the
destruction of that which barred his
way.
Rearing backward, he shook loose, |
knocking Howard down and snap
ping Ken aside with a whip-lash of
bis bead. Then, screaming his chai
taage, he hurtled forward as from
? spring-board.
At the same instant the Albino |
ashed to meet him and both ani
mals stopped short about thirty feet
?pert and stood tensely eyeing each
ether. These were two antagonists
]' who had met before and had not
j: Hrgatlen the event.
Maigled with Thunderhead's da- t
awn to annihilate this obstacle be- ;
' Man him was the satisfaction of an
< Moae curiosity. Here at last was
A* great being who had overshad
owed his whole life, the image of
whaae had hung in his blood as per- ]
aMMntly and as chailengingly as the i
aaaw scent hung in the mountain
But the Albino was confused. His
Meg shifted nervously as if taking I
, hnaer hold of the earth. His reach- ]
Mg nostrils expanded and contract- ;
ad slowly. In his sunken eye-sockets ]
He white-ringed eyes stared and ,
?HMded, seeing there before him,
?BBR7I His own superb and in- |
nfacible youth I He was there! He ]
was here! But the strength was ,
as one It flowed like a current be
tween them as if it were already ,
creating a third horse that appeared ,
M a misty globe between them, and ,
M which they were both fused. 1
Power and fire and glory rushed I
M rough the old stamen and be trum
gstad with ecstasy at this transom- i
isuon or himself Into the shining
magnificence of that vision.
Hs rushed forward. One will
seemed to animate them both, for
Thunderhead charged too, each
flinging bared teeth at the other's
back in passing.
The Albino drew first blood. A
red stain sprung out on Thunder
head's withers and spread slowly
down his shoulder.
As they passed, they whirled and
reared to strike at each other with
their front hoofs, reaching over the
neck to land body blows that re
sounded like great bass drums.
Short snarling grunts were Jarred
from them.
The Albino reached under and
seixed Thunderhead's throat, trying
to pull back and tear out the jugular
vein. But Thunderhead locked his
forelegs around the Albino's neck
and pressed close into those grind
ing jaws.
The horses staggered like wres
tlers, Thunderhead forcing the Al
bino backwards. Then he loosed the
grip of his forelegs and began to
use them for attack, flailing with
his hoofs on the back of the Albino,
raking the flesh from the bones and
striving to land a crippling blow on
the kidneys.
For an instant the massive jaws
crunching down on Thunderhead's
jugular vein relaxed, he tore loose,
both horses wheeled, plunged away,
then whirled to eye each other again
and to get their wind and their bal
ance for the next charge.
There was a jagged bleeding gash
in Thunderhead's throat. The Al
bino was laced with pulsing crim
The Albino drew first blood.
nun streams, rne unnatural expan
sion of his nostrils showed the be
ginning of exhaustion.
Again, as if animated by a single
will, the stallions charged each oth
er with heads high and stiff, lifted
tails. Meeting, rising, swerving,
sinking with indescribable coiling
grace?not one motion lost?they
turned their heads sideways with
bared reaching teeth and thrust
them forward and under to seize
the foreleg.
Each blocked this maneuver clev
erly; they braced themselves against
each other with locked, straining
necks, and swung back first one and
then the other foreleg out of reach
of the darting, snake-like heads. But
Thunderhead was as quick as a rat
tler. His muzzle thrust in and caught
the lower leg of the Albino before
he could withdraw it and fractured
the bone with a single twisting
crunch of the jaws.
The Albino gave no sign. The mo
ment Thunderhead loosed his hold,
the older horse rose to his full
height. One foreleg dangled useless,
but he still had that mighty right
hoof with which he had nearly killed
the colt two years ago. The same
blow would do it now.
Thunderhead too was on his hind
legs, feinting as if to strike. But he
saw the blow coming. In mid-air
he whirled, dropped his head and
lashed out with his heels.
As the Albino came down with
his killing stroke, his face received
the full impact of those terrible
hoofs, and both cheeks were ripped
up so that the skeletoo of his head
was bared.
The Albino's one good foreleg hit
the earth with a crashing jar.
Thrown off balance by failure to
land his blow, and the murderous
kick, he sank to his knees. Before
he could recover Thunderhead had
spun around. His right hoof shot out
In one pawing stroke which crushed
the bony structure of the old stal
lion's bead and sliced off the lower
part of his face.
Blood spouted from the fatal
around, mingled with the choking
and bubbling breath. The Albino's
eyes closed and his body sank into
the earth, his head moving slowly
tram side to side in agony.
Thunderhead stood over him. The
Albino's eyes opened once end
looked up at Thunderhead. There
waa the vision. The shining phan
tom horse?oversoul of the line! To
this prince of the royal blood he now
bequeathed all his wisdom. He gave
him knowledge of the voices of the
trees and waters and the great 1
snows and winds, so that nothing its 1
the valley would be strange to him, |
no, not a single mare, nor the small
est colt nor a humming-bird nor
eagle nor a blade of grass. <
Thunderhead's right hoof rose and ,
fell with lightning speed, cleaving
the skull.
The Albino quivered and was still. .
Then one deep sigh came from him, ]
and on it there ebbed away his life, .
while his blood and brains pumped J
slowly out to mingle with the earth (
of his beloved valley.
Thunderhead lifted his mighty ,
crest and made the mountains ring
with his unearthly screech of tri
umph. ,
"Stand, Thunderhead!"
Hardly had the echoes of Thunder- ,
head's cry of victory ceased than a .
small familiar figure was beside
him, commanding him.
Obediently Thunderhead stood
while two hands seized the halter
rope and gripped his mane. Ken .
vaulted onto his back.
The stallion's eyes were on the
mares. All through the ftght they
had stood in two close bunches. '
watching, fascinated. Now that it
was ended they began to disperse.
They were confused and nervous. 1
Howard picked up the nose-bag 1
and oats and started toward Thun- '
derhead. But the stallion suddenly
plunged toward the mares. Ken 1
flung his weight back, hauling on
the rope, but it was whipped out of !
his hand as the great white head
Jerked impatiently, then dropped, 1
snaking along the ground. The stal- 1
lion was not only beginning the
roundup of the mares, he was taking |
command and making himself 1
known to them as their new master. 1
Ken seized handfuls of the thick,
wild mane.
The stallion came abreast of a dis
obedient mare and closed in. She |
did not surrender.
The mare's body went over in a
complete somersault and she
crashed to the earth, rolling over
and over.
Ken, clinging to Thunderhead's
neck, was, by a miracle, still on.
Thunderhead reached and passed
the mares, and took the lead. The
black mare forged to the front of the
band and th? littl? oAif# nnH ??!_
loped mightily as if trying to reach
the side of the stallion.
Wave after wave of nausea went
over Ken. His face was deathly
white. His body ached as if it had
been beaten. His fingers In Thun
derhead's mane clung merely be
cause they were stiffly locked. He
bad lost all hope of ever getting
control of his horse?the hills were
sweeping past?he could not stick
on any longer?the herd was thun
dering behind him. Where was How
ard? Where was the keyhole, and
safety, and Flicka? At this pace, he
was leaving them far behind.
There came at last a moment of
anguished exhaustion when he cared
about nothing?only to be off
He loosed his grip, flung himself
flat back on Thunderhead's broad
rump, at the same time swinging
one leg over his withers. From this
side-saddle position he slid to earth.
His feet touched for a second, then
he was hurled on his face.
He felt the Jarring thud of the
ground and lay there. The thunder '
of the herd roared up and over him. <
The ground shook. Clods of dirt and 1
stinging gravel pelted him and
abrupt blocks of light and darkness I
alternated over him as the big bod- i
ies of the mares lifted in the air I
to clear him?one after the other. i
It receded into the distance?that <
thunder of hoofs?until at last it was
not even so loud as (he sound of the <
wind in the pines, and his own heart- 1
broken sobbing, and the harsh tar- i
away cry 01 ragics WIWJ aroppea
from the clouds to feast upon royal
carrion.
The command not to cause Nell
any anxiety had been disobeyed. For
the boys, riding double on Flicks,
hardly got home in time to hurry
Howard into his clothes and pack
his suitcases.
After he had gone, Ken sat down
by his father's desk in the study and
told the details of all that had hap
pened.
Rob was in a very quiet mood.
He sat in his square wooden chair,
turned slightly toward Ken and
puffed at his pipe.
"Why," said he at last, "did you
take Ihunderhead to a place where
there were mares and another stal
lion?"
"But dad!" exclaimed Ken woe
fully, "he'd been there often before!
And he had his own regular place
to watch them from?perfectly safe
?up there on top of that rampart!
He never went into the valley, not
since that first time when he got
the awful swat when he was a
baby!"
"And so you figured he'd continue
to do as be always had done. And
that's where you made your mis
take. After all, Thunderhead's three
years old now, and in some ways,
for a horse, that's grown up."
Ken's tired and dirty face turned
away and his eyes wandered, then
came back to his father. "But he's
never done any hell-raising. And
he's been trained for running and
racing. You said yourself a horse
will develop the way he's trained,'
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UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL
Sunday i
chool Lesson
By HAROLD L. LUNDQU18T. D. D.
Of Tic Moody Blbl* Load tut* ml CbiMO.
RcltuadJtf WmUid Mraapapn Union.
Lesson for October 21
Lcira kMmu ?nd leriptun MiU ?
lected and copyrighted by International
Council of Reugloua Education; uaed by
pnmWM.
MAKING THE HOME CHRISTIAN
LESSON TEXT?Luk* H S-O; I Corin
thians 11:4-13.
GOLDEN TKXT?Lov. tuflertlh Ions. and
? kind?1 CorlnlhUna 11:4.
Things do not just happen. It takea
praying and planning and real ef
fort to accomplish a worth-while
purpose. We are thinking these
weeks of the home as a Christian
penter of influence. We trust that
many are asking In their hearts,
'What can I do to make my home
reaHy Christian?"
The answer is clear. A home will
be Christian when those in it are
Christian and put their Christianity
into daily practice. First, you must
be sure ef your own salvation and
that of the members of your house
bold. Then you can proceed to put
the principles of godliness to work.
Our lesson presents the believing
borne as one that is well-balanced,
rhere is both:
i. nm uo nonnip iluh i?.
38-42).
No home can be a place of com
fort and pleasant fellowship without
much work. A disorderly, dirty or
run-down house is a disgrace and a
discouragement to all that is finest
In {he relations of those who Dve in
It.
Home need not be a mansion. It
does not have to be richly furnished,
but it does need to be clean and
orderly. Meals must be made.
Cleaning must be done. So far
Martha was right, but she went too
far. She let the labor of the house
hold hinder her from what she so
deeply needed ? fellowship, not only
with her family but with the Lord.
Now, notice that Mary had not
shirked her duty to share the work.
Observe the word "also" in verse
39. She had worked, Uht she also sat
at Jesus' feet. She knew when it
was time to call- a halt to labor and
make the most of good comradeship.
Blessed wisdom I Would that many
burdened housewives would learn of
Mary!
Jesus made it clear that life in
the home is to strike a proper bal
ance between work and worship. If
you do not know where to make the
division in your home, err on the
side of worship. Give that more
time than it should have rather
than less.
Alas, is it not true that in most
knm mm A nan in fViniati a n knmaa
iivssaw?| v v vu ui viu iomcui i iuii?va,
worship is almost, if not entirely,
forgotten! Something should be done
about that. Will you do it in your
home?
n. Lore and Lon{suffering (I Cor.
13:4-7).
We are apt to think of love as the
warm feeling of interest and emo
tion which suffuses one's nature in
moments of special pleasantness or
of intimate fellowship. Put life is
not made up of a succession of
pleasant incidents, of sunny after
noons and moonlit evenings.
Life is real; it is tamest, and
often it is drab and irritating. What
about such times? Can love meet
them? Yes, for love knows how to
be longsuffering.
But someone may ask. Does love
really work, or is this just a One
sounding but obsolete theory? It
works!
Think of the things in life which
Irritate and depress us. Then put
opposite them the qualities of Chris
tian love as given in verses 4 to 7,
and you will agree that what this
world needs most of all is love.
Remember that talking about love,
or reading about it," or fttfdJUIg R~in
the Sunday school will not make
it effective. We must put it into prac
tice. Why not start now? You will
lie surprised at the results.
m. Promise and Perfection (nr.
1-13).
Christianity has a hope, and that
is not just a vague wishing that
something might come to pass; it is
i sure hope. In Christ all the rich i
promise of prophecy, of faith, of 1
lope will come to pass.
inc ^nniuin wmc is uie place 10
teach boys and girls to believe with
usurance that He who has begun a
food work in us "will perforin it
mtil the day of Jesus Christ" (Phil.
!:?).
We who see only dimly shall one
lay see our Lord face to face, and
love shall abide through all eternity.
Many gifts are only temporary in
their usefulness; in fact, almost ev
erything that man makes or does
[apart from his service for God) is
transient.
Even as vital a matter as
irophecy shall one day And its end
n fulfillment. Hope shall eventually
tad its longing expectation satis
led. Faith will be Justified in seeing
irhat it has believed. Childish things
rill be put away by the full
grown man; knowledge will increase
tnd darkness disappear.
But love ? love is eternal. It
lever Mis, and will never fail. God
a love, and God is eternal. From
ill eternity and unto all eternity
ove continues. Therefore, we agree
vith Paul who, in the verse preced
ng this chapter (I Cor. 12:11) says
hat while you may covet the bes<
lift, here is the mors excellent waj
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Dream Rival
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By RAE RESMCK
McClum Newspaper Syndicate.
WNU Features.
P) ISGUSTED with his own cook
ing, George angrily pushed his
chair back with his foot. If only
Anna weren't such a strange little
foreigner, he thought impatiently,
his meals wouldn't be so tasteless,
and the burden of keeping house, in
addition to many of the farm
chores, would fall on her instead of
him.
With the odor of the barn still
clinging to his clothes, he walked
the short distance to the next farm
to see Anna and speak to her cousin.
Without knocking, he went into the
living room.
The woman looked up from her
mending indifferently, as If his vis
its were too frequent for him to be
considered a guest. "Hello, George.
You'll find Anna in the kitchen."
"Have you spoken to her yet, Mrs.
LaudT" he asked.
"Well," Mrs. Laud said slowly, "I
tried to, only she didn't seem to
know what I was getting at." She
paused thoughtfully. "Seemed more
that she pretended not to."
"I see," he said wearily.
"I did tell her what a fine, honest
man you are. But her only ambi
tion right now is to visit a fortune
teller." She laughed indulgently.
"A fortune teller?"
"Yes. Can you imagine? She be
lieves in them. You see, in Europe
? gypsy once read her palm. And
Anna said that everything came
true. Of course, I imagine little
Anna helped out a lot by twisting
everything that happened to her into
the shape orthat faker's prediction."
They talked a while longer about
Anna, who was only twelve when the
"I want tee fortune teller."
Germans invaded her country, and
how Mrs. Laud managed to get her
to Canada. George had often heard
the ttory before. Soon he went into
the kitchen. He leaned against the
wall, faded blue overalls sagging
on his awkward thin frame; his long
neck tipped forward, his blond, sun
dried hair hanging over dull blue
eyes.
As Anna washed the dishes
George could almost see the dreams
in her large eyes?dreams of a mod
ern knight riding in the wind with
her, the long thick braids of her hair
flying behind her.
Her eyes sparkled- "I want see
fortune teller."
"What for?"
"I want And out who my husband
be."
Suddenly he had an idea, and ha
was overwhelmed by his own clev
erness. What had Mrs. Laud said
a little while ago? "She believes in !
them . . . little Anne helped out ?
lot ... she aure doee (wear by them
now." Hla red (ace brightened with
enthusiasm. After all, he thought,
they would probably be married
soma day, anyway. No harm in
harrying things op a bit. "There's
an amuse in eel park fifteen miles
from hare," he told her.
On the bus Anna sat quietly In
anticipation. George saw her lower
her wide eyes modestly when she
noticed the men staring at her shy
loveliness. Failing to escape their
glances, she took a white handker
chief out of her pocket and wiped
away the lipstick with which her
cousin had touched her mouth.
"Maybe they don't look now," she
whispered to George. Naive. Thank
heaven she was, he thought. For
his plans were all the likelier to suc
ceed.
At the park she walked close to
him, asking every few minutes
where the fortune teller was located.
They cams to a row of booths un
der "* huge awning and he bought a
ticket. "Wait here a minute," be
said. "I'D be back soon."
He told the fortune teller to de
scribe him to Anna when aha asked
about her future husband. Ha hand
ed her some money. "Don't forget.
Tall man, blond hair, blue eyes."
Then he went out. "You can go in
now," he told Anna.
While waiting for her, he laughed.
Anna wouldn't doubt the oracle for
a minute, he thought, amused. When
she came out, she looked as if she
were in a trance. Her large shining
eyes were focused straight ahead.
He fell into step beside her. "Well,
what did she say?"
"Oh, she say wonderful things.
She say I marry tall man. He have
blue eyes with blond hair. And he
be very good to me. I know he be
the handsomest man in the world,
tad I wait for hfan," she said softly.
'I wait for him forever."
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