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w w.m.u. riaturm^ t> ? i 11 ? i i I D.L 1J A L. ? LI . .J . ? ???. IM, Ma aatj wklii ban* mr totla* ?bMj a tmkut to Ma great graad ?to M-7*ar-oM cwaar, Kea McLaagklta. Bkpea as ?? >inai a taiaaaa near, la liilnl. tan tart tat elWcnU to Baadhw la aaaarad la a rata meat to aTTtolil 11 g btrta'toi; aad totoa a laa ag tag karaaa. Ha kma tha laaSai, ?aHHaa a ad tofcaa Ma katd Mr Maa atoL brt Utkar. Bab, UUa Kaa that Baaab aad Oa. a SBy. all ka raced in aaap fcath Baaaar aad Tkaadarkaad katog Bab hards la Ma auklaa. CHAPTER XXV TW two bands of mares and colts an all miaed up in both corrals? aatiwg nsw out of house and-home? eighty bead of horses! Gus and I'll ton to spend half the night sort hag them out?putting them through too chute? Banner took some of Ttoailci head'a mares and put them with his?" A look at consternation dawned on ?elPs face. "He did! Why, Rob I Why, that might start a fight!" "It might and it did!" Rob peached for bread. "Oh, Rob! What did you doT" "We beat them apart. Just in time In?before they really went ber ? seeker. A little later and we aaaldn't have done it. One of them ?wiilil be dead now." ?aJl l.tsa -II-?-- Ortb. ?*-u WW Oiuuucu 1UW OUC1IV.C. nvu ate hungrily, then added more quiet "And it wouldn't be Thunder HmmL** , Mell said nothing to that. No. Certainly not the powerful young areature who had overcome such an antagonist as the Albino? No?it would have been Banner? "Rob," she said quietly a little kter, "do you think they're safe newt" "I do not." Rob shoved back his chair, went over to the stove and stood with his back to it while he ?led and lit his pipe. Be took a few puffs, drew the aaaaka-into his lungs, felt the cslra kag effect of it, and finally took his pipe out of his mouth and held it, lis eyes fixed in a brown study on ?e floor and said, "Banner will never be safe again." "But?but?" stammered Nell, "we can send Thunderhead away again?he'll go back to that valley with his mares?" "And in every storm he'll bring htm home," said Rob quietly. "He's done that all his life, he'll continue to do it." And for a while there was nothing la be heard in the cosy kitchen but ?a whine of the wind around the chimneys, and a sudden furious on slaught rattling the windows. Pauly crawled out from under the slave, stretched slowly and sensu ously, curling up her coral tongue, ?en seated herself and began a leisurely and thorough bath. "No," said Rob again with a sharp ciffh rftiainff hie ovoe in tha roilina to the room and taking a lew more puffs o1 his pipe, "Banner wiU ?ever be sale?not till Thunderhead is dead?or gelded." A sound burst trom Nell. "But Bab?Kent" And at that Rob went wild again. "I'm thinking ol Ken too!" he daouted. "Do you think I like to do this? Now, when the boy has done better, achieved more, made me ponder ot him than I ever have been in my lile? It there were any way to get rid ol that stallion?get him hundreds ol miles away trom here?turn him over to someone else? But who would buy him or accept him as a gilt? He's no use to anyone." Rob knocked the ahes out ol his pipe, slipped it in his pocket, ?tamped across the kitchen to the torch and started to get himself into bsa outdoor rig. Woolen trousers into aver shoes Canvas trousers over both, tied at the ankles. Sheepskin ?oed lumberjack, felt-lined gloves, and deep, padded Scotch winter cap. With his hand on the door knob he gwusrd and looked back at Nell. "I would be smart," he said toswly, "to put a bullet through him md haul him away. Ken would nev er know but what he was still up jfcere in that valley." Hell made no answer and waited tor Rob to open the door and leave. But he did not leave. She looked up baalty and saw that he was looking at her, waiting. There was a certain iwession on his lace. He was suf fering. He was furious. He was Hhnsiped. He saw only one way out ?he didn't want to hurt her, through Has He was asking her, and wait tog far her answer. Her heart gave a terrible leap, ?ad she felt weak, and sat down at gto table. He was serious about this, ?to he had put it up to her. She to?rd her head on her hands. Mot to judge this like a senti mental woman?to judge it fairly ?he a judge. No, like someone who haa the real responsibility and totoaa dtoy it la to find the safest way out for everybody. She could see the years stretch ahead, the con Stoat annoyance and expense to Bab af having these wild mares and their colts brought down for toed and shelter in storms. At last tor would feel that the ranch betanged to them. Thunderhead was oriented to this placs, there was ?a way to prevent his coming, ex. tofet by a sustained program of dis nuu wuuiu doi ue capauie 01, to lay nothing of Ken. And lastly, the worst thing of all, it was only a matter of time before Thunderhead would kill Banner. Nell w*nt to bed and sat reading, but she didn't know what the words meant, for she was listening for a shot. At last aha fell asleep, and Rob came in and undressed and put out the lights without waking her. But there had been no shot, for Rob had thought of another way ?Just a chance of a way?a very slim chance. In the morning the storm was still raging. Rob rose early, saddled Shorty and rode over to the tele graph station to discover the state of the weather and roads westward. It was worst right here on Sherman Hill but snow ploughs were keep ing the highways open and busses were running. Fifty miles to the west no snow was tailing. He rode back and explained his idea to Nell. If he could take Thun derhead in the trailer to Saginaw Falls?if he could make the trip in two days, they would arrive on October twenty-third, the day before the Greenway race. There was still time. And if Thunderhead should give a good account of himself in die race, someone would buy him and take him far away and every body would be happy. After all, this was what he had been trained for. "But the storm, Rob) And the roads 1 And those awful passes! Tak ing a horse down the Divide in a trailer in such weather as this!" "And??" prompted Ken, raising his eyes. "Fifty miles west it's clear weath er," said Rob, as he threw things into bis suitcase. "And, Nell?the kid deserves' it. The hardest part will be getting out to the highway over the ranch road. It'a up to my waist in drifts." Gus had orders to take Shorty and spend all day, if necessary, driving those wild mares and their colts off the ranch. They would hang around for a while, but with Thunderhead gone, they would be at loose ends, and once off the ranch they would go straight back to their valley and stay there. Thunderhead was blanketed and put in the trailer, his head tied low so that he would be helpless in case he wanted to make a bolt for free dom. Big Joe and Tommy were hitched to the home-made snow plough, and Gus, bundled up like an Eskimo, with only a slit of storm-reddened face visible between cap and col lar, forced the horses through the drifts. The car and trailer followed close behind. Ken was not alone with his horse long. Perry Guns ton and Tommy Pratt came to look him over and give him his morning oats, and pres ently others of the stablemen and trainers who had heard of the stal lion gathered around. Thunderhead would not touch his oats. He nosed them, then turned his head away, standing inert and indifferent. Gunston was disturbed. "Off his feedT" he said, looking question ingly at Ken. Ken took some oats in his hand and held them cupped under Thun derhead's soft black muzzle. Thun derhead played with the grains, nuz zled Ken's hand, blew some of them away, then in a weary sort of man ner, swung his head aside and stood quietly?waiting. The boys began to chatter. It's the trip upset him. When Dusky Maid was brought from Denver, she was off her feed for a week." He might be coming down with shipping fever." To Ken, "You won't enter him, will you? If he's off his feed like this?" "It doesn't mean he's out of con dition," said Ken scornfully. "He's never out of condition. He can run faster than any other horse any time he wants to." Gunston suggested that Ken should ghre the horse a run. Ha might be I I i ' I* I ' wuiing to eat alter he'd had a bit of exercise. Dickson came running up. anxious to inspect the racer ha was to ride that afternoon. "Maybe Dickson had better ride him," suggested Ken to Gunston, "so he can get used to him." But Gqnstm decided that Ken had better take him out for his first run. They saddled the horse and Ken mounted him and moved slowly off toward the track, Dickson close be side Ken, and Gunston and Pratt following. " The jockey was firing questions at Ken. Ken answered quietly. No, he doesn^ mind the whip. Some times you got to beat hell out of him. . . . No, he's not hard mouthed. You can guide him with out any rein at all. He knows where you want-to go. . . . Sure, he's stet a chance to win the purse ... he can win it, if he wants to, there Just isn't any doubt about it. He can run faster than any other horse, I tell you. It's just if he wants to . . . Well?if he takes a notion ... if he's in a bad temper ... if he's ttr\? aniftUlwn 1 * " I 0?? kituig cxae on nis niinu? As he said the last words. Ken I looked uneasily off at the horizon, j Dickson looked anxiously at the horse. Ken added, "Sometimes he starts bad. Don't worry about that. He might start with a rough, hard gal lop. That's not his real running gait. Just beat hell out of him. Fight him. Make him mind you. He can catch up with anything once he hits his gait." When Ken moved out to the track, there was a small crowd strung along the rail, several of them hold ing stop watches in their hands. But this was not one of the times when Thunderhead "started bad." The familiarity of the light flgure on hia back, the well-loved voice, and those feather hands?Thunderhead went from an easy canter without a hitch into his extraordinary float ing run, and Perry Gunston's nar row, tense eyes narrowed still more. He glanced at the watch in his hand, looked at Dickson, shook his head, and put the watch away. Dickson exploded, "Ker-r-ristI You don't see a horse run like that! You just dream about it!" "Gosh Awmighty!" exclaimed one of the others, "he's got the Green way purse in his pocket!" "Looks like Ken's sold his horse," said Gunston. It was not until Ken sat down for breakfast with his father in the grill room of the Club House that he learned all the details of Thunder head's return. It seemed to him more dreadful even than he had thought. The stallion had not just come home alone, as he often had before, he had returned with the entire band of mares and colts?his most cherished possessions ? and had trustfully put them in the keep ing of the Goose Bar corrals. And now, if his own plans went through, and his father's plans, Thunderhead would never see his mares again. With head down and eyes on his plate. Ken fiddled with his fried eggs. "Where do you think they all went ?the mares and colts?" he aaked after a moment. "Back to their valley," said Rob. "That's their home. Thy would drift back there?and?" he broke off. "And??" prompted Ken, raising his eyes. "I was going to say," said Rob, "wait for Thunderhead. They'd ba expecting him to come back, of course, and take care of them. Why aren't you eating your breakfast?" Ken ceased all pretence, laid his fork down and leaned back. It was rather a garbled speech that poured out?about Thunderhead's new affec tion for him. His trust. And the way he was so terribly lonely for his mares and his. valley, and right now when, for the first time, the horse had accepted him and turned toward him as if he was a friend? right now, Ken was playing the part of an enemy to him?pot a friend at all. Rob listened with an impassive face, eating his hearty breakfast with zest, buttering his toast, filling his cup with more hot coffee, glanc {no orniin/4 tKn ennm sv-vsas, UW ucau cocked as if he was hearing all that was going on as well as the words that came hesitatingly from Ken. He flashed one lightning glance at his boy. He saw the shadowed eyes, and the pallor and the thin drawn lips that had become familiar signs of Ken's heartache. Finally he said sharply, "You've been moving heaven and earth for three years to make a racer out of this horse and now you're changing your mind. Can't you stay put? Why in hell do you have to wobble about like that?" Ken thought that if his father could only see the pictures that moved slowly behind each other in his own mind, he wouldn't ask such things. Right now Ken was seeing the picture of the way Thunderhead had?so trustingly?laid his head against him and placed his whole misery and longing in Ken's hands to straighten out for him. Ken spoke hesitatingly. "I guess it's just?what you always say your self, dad?what we do to horses when we make them do what we want, instead of what they were nat urally meant to do." (to be ooararuxo) tirrilW ir improved"1 JU,,L UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL Sunday i chool Lesson o, Released by Westsrs Newspaper Union. Lesson for November 11 Lesson subjects and Scripture texts se lected and copyrighted by International Council of Relixtous Education, used Sp permission. THE FRUITS OF PUBLIC WOR8HIP LESSON TEXT?laalah Eptxsuas S:IS-a. GOLDEN TEXT?Praia* y? th* Lord. I will prataa tlx Lord with my whoto heart. In tlx assembly of the upright. end X the congregation.?Psalm llllL The center of every community should be the church. The house set aside (or the worship of God is the gathering place of His people. There they find fellowship as they meet their Lord. He ' Is - in . their midst exalted and mighty, but ready to enter every humble and contrite heart. Our lesson shows us how the wor ship of God brings blessed results as His people meet. I. Recognising Ged'a Pretence (Isa. 6:1-4). King Uzziah, who had begun well but had forgotten God, was at the end of his life a leper because of his sin and dying in disgrace. Is rael which had known unprecedent aH nrrssruaritv under God's blessillC now hardened ita heart nationally against God and was also about to go into eclipse. God needed a man to speak for Him in such an hour, to bring to His people a message of judgment and alao of blessed invita tion. To prepare that man, the great Isaiah, God gave a remark able manifestation of His glory and power. It is essential that the man who speaks for God should flrst see the Lord high and lifted up and to hear of His holiness and glory. The nega tive tone of the present-day mes sage, the lack of enthusiasm and interest in holy things, the low standards of personal holiness, the failure to preach boldly the truth re garding God's holy standards are to be explained by the fact that there has been no vision of the eternal holi ness and glory of God. ' n. Renewing by God's Power (w. 5-8). To see the holiness of God is to be immediately conscious of one's own sin and un worthiness. The obvi ous conclusion which one draws from that fact is that anyone who is proud, who Is not concerned about his own sins and the sins of his peo ple, is living far from God and has either never known or has forgotten about His divine- holiness. isaifin a pone 01 me pouuuuri ui his lips, tliereby confessing that his heart was not right. Whereof the heart is full, thereof speaketh the mouth, for we read that "out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh" (Matt 13:34). Remem ber that even though Isaiah was a believer be recognized the need of cleansing. "Then" (v. 8)?what an important word! When Isaiah called out in humble confession, "then" he was cleansed. The turning point is right at that place for any life. Only when we come to the place of confession and contrition which Isaiah knew, cafc.wr expect the Lord to send the cleansing (Ire and the enabling power. Reformation, turning over a new leaf, character development, all commendable in their place, are not sufficient. There must be a divine cleansing of the life if there is to be a commission to service. m. Realising Cod's Will (Eph. 8: 15-17). The ministry of the Church of God can serve no greater purpose than helping men and woman to know the ?CI rtf God. That wisdom (v 17) cemes through the teaching ot God'e Word and through the minis, try of the Holy Spirit, both in the church and in the individual. The Church (and that meant ev ery member) it to recognize that the evil day in which we live if a challenge to holy and effective liv ing. Time it not to be watted, or casually used. It it to be redeemed ?every moment to count for God. The we Ik of the believer is to be circumspect, that is, with "pains taking attention to details, under a sense of their importance," not a foolish walk, but a wise one. IV, Receiving God's Spirit (5:18 11). God wishes to fill His children with the Holy Spirit in such mighty overwhelming power that they are entirely under His control. Such Spirit-Ailed believers And their joy and satisfaction in the fellowship of those who sing the praises of God from the heart. Being a Christian is not a depress ing, sorrowful business. It makes you glad It is God's people who sing and make melody. Some of us who have failed to appreciate this truth should begin now to "get hap py" about our religion. The Ho y Spirit leads believers into a life of humility and self-denial (v. 21). Pride and self-exaltation are definitely ruled out. Do not neglect the note of thanks giving found in verse 30. The Church of Christ has so infinitely much for which to be thankful that actually ingratitude is a sin. How much blessing is lost because of It! ' Let us "give thanks always for a'l things." ? ? * - - - . u a patient didn't have high blood preaaore when be entered a doe tor'a office be had it by the time be left. These were tough yea re for hypo chondriacs. When they imagined they were sick they also had to imagine they could get a physician, .rj*? It was tough op the doctors too. They were as overworked as sub way guards in a rush hour. Their one regret was that they were un able to feel four pulses at a time. ? Many a medico waa in worse shape than the patients. One tt the laughs of wartime was a docSee tell ing a patient "Yon're working too bard. You've get to take It easy." ? When you Anally got out of the waiting room and into a doctor's of fice you were brushed oft faster than a man on a revolving floor. Yon left too dizzy to remember what he said. He was too dizzy to remember what was wrong with you. ? It was nothing nnosnal to have a fleeter greet yon with "What Is year ailment? I'll give yea tea seconds." > ? mmu; wv weiv ui a wu|ii (pot; live of our fix doctor* were In Asia. We always try to keep a second string team, but they were away, also. The only one left looked so run down we couldn't bear to see him. But one day we dropped in. "What's the matter with yea?" he asked. "I'm a nervous wreck," we replied. "From what?" ha asked. "From watching you try to handle your business," we replied. < Then we gave him some pills ha had once prescribed tor us, told him be looked terrible and warned him to take it easy or he might need medical attention. ? ? e EASILY SATISFIED (WUk Apcic,i?) Man wants bat little here below A shorter day and longer dowgh A streamlined home with gadgoto A timeasia* and beach ear, tee; The latest television set? A carefree attttado en debt? A swimming peel In bine or pink? And lets ml room to ett and think. A teem house sad a little plaee Oat fas ttmwwmtry, tost In enen a"" waBwart' ""evcry^hUto' eUs' To work ed that attack a( bile? A banker to tote here and there Proclaiming "We Shop b Unfair." They ieek Um fit ip li tkt sky: I merely seek to get my chare With Jut a Utile bit to ipare; Seme seek the ante aad the eere? 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