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BvLuif Skvi- Ftfltmtli Instafineiit ^5 yelled. =^»'» wild!’* R«Mlly and ride up. with pain, the horse JgjlM down stltMegged again, hthared Its bark for another pitch and DaTe saragely rubbed the raw lleeh. Halfway up In Its arc, the borae started, a snnfleh, and wh«B It landed Dare felt as If he were going to be ripped out of the saddle with the sndden fall. The horse had gone over the trail edge. R7ith Dave’s weight on its back, the horse started to plummet , down the stee® slope. Dimly, Dave realised that in the quick de scent. Lew, who had held to the rope trying to tight the horse down, had been swept from his saddle by the swift yang on it. “Steady, boy,” ho called. “Steady, steady,” he muttered soothingly and part of his calm was communicated to the horse, who stopped, trembling. He had to be quick. Closing his eyes he nulled savagely at the thongs binding his wrists to the saddle horn. A sickening rip of skin and one hand was free. Soon the other was able to help him as he turned in his saddle, struggled to free his slicker. Tho slicker free, Dave unrolled iLswfftly and found the gun Hank had given him. Then, reaching down and selring the bridle as reins, he spurred the horse slowly from behind tho rock, looking up at the trsil. He listened for the sound of horses in the canyon bed. They were coming, both curs ing savsgely, .it a gallop. Dave pulled his roan close in to the rock and balanced his gun light ly in his bloody palm his eyes thin, flinty slits in his face. Lew was the first to charge by, jj^nd Dave yelled. Reilly, close on ■Lew’s heels, lunged into sight. Dive wheeled hi? horse broad side, in a high arc, slowly, crash ed and bucked up. Reilly scream ed as he catapulted from his sad dle across his horsp’j neck and to the ground. “Two,” he muttered thickly. Spurring his horse over, he look ed down at the two men. Lew was dead, drilled through the head. Reilly w.as dving. if not dead. He stared at the men dul ly, sunk in a sMipoi of pain and ».fatigue and thirst. Ha shook himself. The knots to the ropes were under the horse’s belly where he could not reach • them; so. loading h's gun again, he shoved the muzzle of his Colt against the rope beside his foot and cut it with a shot. Dismotinted, he was so weak hla legs gave way under him. “I’ve got to drink,” he thought dazedly, sitting on the ground. Crawling over to Low’s horse, he pulled the canteen from the sad dle horn. After the first slow drink he paused, then took a deep draught, which strengthened him. Then he lay down In the shade of the rock, tore the slicker into strips and, after washing his wounds, bound them. He considered the two dead men. He pulled, them over to the opposite side of the canyon. Lay ing them side by side, he piled a cairn of 'tones ever them. Then he turned to the horses standing in the sun. Dave mount ed Lew’s pinto and cut Reilly’s horss across the rump with his rope. Dave had no idea where the cabin lay but he knew If given their heads the horses would make for It. Then he settled down, keeping his eyes and ears alert, riding close to Reilly’s horse. His own mount followed wearily behind. As the time went on, he be came more wary and moved clos er to the lead horse, watching it. ■When he heard it whinny and saw it increase its pace, he spurred his horse and headed it off. . C. McDiarmid Notary Public 910 “C” STREET Opposite U. S. Postoffice Aslon^dsthey pA^^jicurres you uecd iusurauce NORTH WILKESBORO NSURANCE agency, Inc General Insurance “Protection Plus Service” Bank of No. Wilkesboro Bldg. b'orth 'Wilkesboro, N. C. J. B. Williams J. T. Brame Bixabeth Barber Nina Call (Office Staff) Dismounting, he haltered the hors-s to the ground, laying hea vy recks on thoir reins. He look ed around. Ahead rf him, the land rose hroVen and rocky, to i the '.ip of a ridge. Directly below Dave lay the barn nestled snugly against the rock out of the wind. In the cor- j ral adjoining it, he counted six ■ horses, but Marv’s was not among j them. j ■Watching the house and seeing | no signs of life, he decided that ■ no one was likely to come out and surprise him. He looped the lariat around a point of rock, tested it. then let himself down hand over hand to the barn roof. Flipping the rope loose, he let himself down to the ground behind the barn. His eyes roved the barn, set tling on a bearskin lying in a far corner. A plan formed slowly in his iiind. Going out info the corral again, he moved toward the gate, which I consisted of loose poles. The horses watched him. In the barn aeain, Dave picked up the bearskin and went to the stable door. I Hs sailed the bearskin out into the middle of the corral, then ; dodged back quietly for the back of the addition The horses, smelling the beai^ .kin. milled wildly out the gate in a .stampede Tney tied past the south end of tho house, beading down a narrow canyon to the east. Dave crawled softly around the north end of the shack. At the corner he stopped, listened. “Goddlemightv, it’s them hors es scatterin’. Who left that cor ral gate down*”’ Dave did not recognize this voice, but he did the voice that answered. It was Sayres. “■Vou did, Ed, damn you!” “But I never,’’ Ed protested. “Shut up and round ’em up,’’ Sayres ordered "You help him too, Lafe.” Dave edged his head around the corner of the house in time to see two men file out and head down the canyon afoot. He gave them time to get out of sight, then he edged around the front doer on his hands and knees. He heard two men, one of them Sayres. “Fat’ll send word where the posse’s headin’ for. He’ll have some one in th“ posse, don’t you worry. If they crowd us, we bet ter take the gal back to the line camp in the timber, north. “She’s a pretty eal,” the sec ond voice said. j “Ain’t she, though?” Sayres I drawled. ! Dave straightened up and ’ swung the door open. Both men were seated at one ! end of the table, a bottle before I them. I In the least part of a second Dave divined what Sayres was going to do. Seated, the outlaw ; could not get at his guns. He j made a leap to place himself be- I hind the stranger, his hands I clawing at his guns. Dave’s shot was quick, hasty, hardly allow- Mrs. Ursula Blevins Proffit Private Instruction In Piano and Theory of Music Studio Second Floor Rhodes-Day Bldg. iMninf Sept. 5 • ’Phone 326-W ing time for hla Colts to clear leather. The shot caught Sayres In the side and pitched him into the stranger. The impact sprawl ed them both on the floor. Then Dave’s rage broke, as he emptied his guns Into Sayres and the stranger. js^ f-ri-.,.. qI s'xkness and weari ness rnd i'3guRt enveloped Dave as h ' 'el hi.s vrn sag. Sayres lay Fpra"'l''d over the upset chair, face down. Hr c”’n.R fallen out of his '=R? grip. The stranger lay peacslully on his hack. He chucked cartridges into his guns as he strode to the pad locked door. “Mary'” he called. There was a sort of muffled cry for sn answer and Dave shot the lock off. He knew the two men after the horses would have heard the shots and would probably be running back now. Once in the dark room, he made out a figure sitting tensely on the cot. "Dave!’’ she said. She was In his arms sobbing before he could recover from his surprise. “Dorsey. Mary Isn’t here?’’ “No-n-no. I don’t think so.” “Who has the keys to the leg Irons?’’ “I don’t know their names, but it’s the boss.” He ran over to Sayres, rolled the bodv over and fumbled through the pockets. His hands paulsod and ho listened, hearing the jiounding of running feet. Slowly, his hand left Sayres and settled to his gun-hutt, his eyes narrowing. The running ceased, and a man stenped through the door hesitantly, guns already drawn. Dave shot Just once more and the man pitched forward on his face. Suddenly, a window shatter ed and Dave laughed. The second outlaw had chosen wisely. He was forted up behind a rock sixty yards In front of the house. Dave found tho keys on Say res and returned to Dorsey, who white and trembling, had wit nessed through the open door the duel with the outlaw. “We kill coyotes because they kill our cattle,’’ Dave said softly. “And we have to kill these hom- bres, or they’ll kill us.’’ “I know.” “No, you don’t,” Dave said, “but you will when you under stand. It’s just bloody and cruel.” “Do you feel that way about it too?’’ Dorsey asked wondering- ly. “More than you,’’ Dave answer ed. “More because I’m the one that’s got to kill and kill.” “Then this isn’t the end ” she asked. Dave shook his head grimly. The outlaw in front of the cabin was still to be accounted for. “Can we get away?” Dave nodded. He stepped to the back door of the addition and shot the lock off. “Step through here and wait for me outside.’’ “■What are you going to do?’’ “A dirty job,” Dave said slow ly, "but a decent one, I reckon, at that. I’m goin’ to fire the place.’’ When she had stepped outside Dave went into the main room and scattered lamp oil on the floor and blankets. Then he touched It off and stepped out side. “That hombre out front has only got a six-gun.” Dave said. “He can’t hit ns—I don’t think he can even see u.r. Make a run for the barn and I’ll follow you.” “Look out! Dave ’’ Dave dropped on his face as a shot blazed from the corner of, the cabin. He landed on his stom ach, rolling on his side, his free arm whipping out his gun. On ly the edge of a hatbrim and a gun showed, hut Dave emptied his gun at them as he watched the other gun explode. He felt a hot searing pain In his arm and then the shooting ceased. Flattening himself against the wall, he waited. No more shots came and he made his way cau tiously to the corner. He swung out, gun ready, and saw the out law kneeling. The man had died like a tired child. Dave shuddered and looked a- way. “I reckon we better hightail it,’’ he said finally, and added slowiy. “I’m sorry about that, but there was no other way out.” Dorsey stood up suddenly. “Take me home, please." Dave remembered the stinging scorn in her voice when he had seen her in Dr. Fullerton’s. “We’ll get the horses.” “Where are they?’’ “About a mile from here. Can you vzalk It?” “Yes. 1—” Dorsey at last Ultr ed her *ei (Coh&fiii^ next ^ and Kn. CImrtle Isantaoi^ aat.- How many ot » practice fhe motto of ‘‘UjSi thinking and plain living,” and are continually expressing great reverence for aU things manly, simple and true? Let the laws and institutions of our country live in our eyes, of the highest value and sacredness. Yet whatever selfish sympathies we have must never divert our af fections from the nation or that of simple home-made food. It must have been an occasion of no small moment to Betty Crocker or Nell B. Nichol’s fame^ and to the intellectual gratifica tion of thousands of housewives, when these took on their duties as food specialists. It has often been taught that human nature is composed of two hostile elements. A body and a soul. The soul to be honored, the body to be regarded as the vile source of evil and subject to rank personal abuse. When the ancient spirit was bom again its influ ence reached science and even re ligion, the Crusades, the Refor mation and the pioneer conquest on the American continent was a defense for human wants. The Greeks heed human nature and the body in high esteem, and among the Romans such a philos opher as Seneca said, “take na ture as your guide, for so seasons bids you and advises you: to live happily is to eat naturally.” The instinctive love of life in the aged is its strangest form. You may carefully study the aged to make certain on this point. It is a terrible disharmony that the instinctive love of life land the feeding Of infirmities should man ifest itself so strongly when death is felt to be so near at hand. Hence the proper consumption of food has been concerned with the problem of death. Paper-Bag Living Far stranger than the social in stinct, and far older, is the love of life and the desire for self- preservation. The natural love for good eating and fear of be coming emaciated or overweight —as I observe any morning while I wait in the lobby of a hotel, bank or in a grocery store where they provide scales ^or “free weighing”-Aire fmportant in the study of human nature, impossi ble to over estimate. But what help from nicknacks? What help from ‘‘Yankee beans” or tubers? What help for thought? Life is not made up of delicacies. Wc have had lessons enough of thfr futility of paper-bag living. Our young people have thought and written much on labor and re form, manners and necking, but for all of that they have written, neither the world nor themselves have gotten on a step insofar as proper nourishment for their men tal effectiveness. Intellectual mastery of life will not superceed the substance from which the mind is fed. But if you consider too seriously the nicety of the passagre of a piece of bread down your throat you will starve. At the so-called “Elduca- tion-Farm” the noblest theory of life sat on the noblest figures of young men and maidens, quite powerless and melancholy. It would not rake or pitch hay. It would not rub down a horse. It would not provide peas or beans, mellons or fruit in abundance and so the men and maidens left it pale and hungry. Five Minutes at My Table Many of the necessities of life were lacking to me in my youth. My mother’s troubled expression of countenance often frightened me out of the illusion I had begpin to cherish, that the cool and in vigorating hill air of Georgia, in conjunction with the natural high spirits of a farm boy who was supposed to have plenty of eats, that did not belie their freshness, justified a cheerful outlook upon the future. One particular summer most of our food had been cooked. Black ants, however, had wrought havoc among our sugar and other store- bought food. Still there were not many mouths to feed. Beside my self, mother, daddy and twin sis ter, there were only occasionally two sisters who w'ould come from a distance. These latter, with Imr laaiikovf'’vent ' io iAihbfflle. ’ V-?' ;,)r Born to Mr. and Mrs.' Bob Man tis, ’rhunday morning, a daugh ter. Mr. John DrlVer, of Winston- Salem, spent Saturday night with Mr. and Mrs. Ernest Bdwa,cds. Mr, Driver. we.i accompanied to Lenoir Sunday by Mr. Earl Ed wards, where be will Visit rein- tires. Mr. Driver is cousin of Messrs. Edwards. Miss Kathleen Martin, of Forest Hill, Ud., spent the ..week-end with Miss Rheo Martin,. Mr. Ben Martin, while retonir ing from North Wilkesboro Sat urday morning, had the misfor tune to lose, his pocketbook con taining $16.(H) and a deed which he had carried to Wilkesboro to be recorded. The deed was found but the pocketbook has not been returned. Mr. Martin’s name and adlress was in the pocketbook, and he would appreciate if person or persons finding same would re turn it. As it was once said, Ab raham Lincoln walked five miles before breakfast to pay three cents (3c) he owed, can’t finder be honest enough to send or take this to young Mr. Martin, as they have no excuse not knowing whose it is. Be honest and receive, be dishonest and losa- Miss Willie McBride and Messrs. Vance McBride, Charles Edwards, of Bel Air, Md., visited Miss Ber tha McBride in Boone, Sunday. Miss Bertha McBride is attending summer school at A. S. T. C. Miss G^ace Barchette, accom panied by her sister, Mrs. Dan Butts, of Washington, left Satur day for the latter’s home. Miss Burchette, while !in Washington, will receive examinations and treatment from Dr. Jimmie Grier, noted eye specialist at Emergency Hospital there. Miss Burchette has practically lost sight of her left eye, her mai^ friends will regret to learn. Mr. and Mrs. W. H. Davis an nounce birth of a baby boy, bom ’Thursday at Baptist Hospital, in Winston-Salem. Both mother and baby are doing fine. Mrs. Davis is daughter of Mrs. W. A. Hen drix. Mr. and Mrs. R. W. McBride, Mr. and Mrs. R. C. Martin, Mrs B. A. Edwards attended services at Roaring Gap church Sunday, where they were former members. Miss Chlo Delle Byrd was hostess to members of the Epworth League at her home Friday night. At conclusion of games the most- ess was assisted by her mother, Mrs. John D(yrd, in serving re freshments. Mr. J. T. Martin spent Sunday in Winston-Salem with relatives. Rev. J. W. Hoyle, presiding eld er, Statesville, had charge of the church Sunday night. Rev. Hoyle delivered a very inspiring sermon enjoyed by all present. Mesdames Victoria Hubbard, of Richmond, Va., anJ Josephine Car- son, of Greensboro, have been vis iting their brother, Mr. 0. D. Bentley and Mrs. Bentley. Bom, to Mr. and Mrs. Charlie Soots, Saturday morning, a girl. Ladies of the Ronda Methodist church will entertain the Kiwan- ians and wives at a picnic on the church lawn ’Thursday evening Mr. and Mrs. Charlie Edwards and family, of Bel Air, Md., visit ed relatives here during the week end. Miss Rebecca Parlier, of Win ston-Salem, and Mr. Alfred Schild of Knoxville, Tenn., visited Miss Parlier’s aunt, Mrs. N. A. Hen derson, Sunday. Rev. R. R. Crater is in Washing ton, D. C., this week attending the rural letter carrier’s con\*sntion. Mr. Crater is rural carrier for Ronda route 2. Mr. and Mrs. Mance Somers and Mr. and Mrs. Amie Myers, of Knights Town, Indiana, visited in the home of Mr. and Mrs. M. C. Jones for a few days last week. great sacrifice to themselves, and expenditure of labor, would from time to time procure a little bread and meat for us from a distant village. And so five minutes of today at my table are worth as much to me as five minutes in the next millennium. Let us be poised and wise, and our own, today. Let us provide food for thought and treat men and women well. We live in fancy, like drunkards whose stomachs are hardened and hands too soft and tremulous for suc cessful labor. It is a tempest of fancies, and the only ballast know is a respect for the dinner hoOr. ■ ' ” Too many fine yoong people de shoppenffi^ii^ h»^ re- by'-the wiaAni Viumm ^ ^ lb eoasiMat i» falf 'Oe gvm la eel)iiit {V Melees dniiag the hottest month of thie year. 7oi^^Qft,the gun is right, for Rhodes-Day is now prmnoting its Anniiai Free Coal caaqiaign. ’This nation'Wide sales, event, is spm- sored 1^ The Estate Stove Com pany, manufacturers of the welL. known geni^ne Estate Heatrola. Dating the period between August 13 and September '3, a generous supply of coal is being offered to those thrifty, foresi^ted persnis who place their orders for 1938 model Estate Heatrolas. In commenting on the campaign Mr. C. G. Day says, “When you think of the heat, think of the hottest heating offer ever made and keep in mind that the Estate Heatrola is the finest heater on the market. Any way you look at it, it’s a winner. We have con ducted a Free Coal campaign for several years and I do not know of any appliance we sell that has brought more comfort into North Wilkesboro and surrounding terri tory homes and made more warm friends for our store than the Heatrola.” AltooM. 8b., iaf. Missouri \PMfne pisssnger (Ml a 8fb .kuimg.siK.jM' ‘rhb'.dead woro Keplcy, II, wife of a WPA or, her twoehildrea, Barbara t4lb 2, jMid- WUbMt, ahf- months; a'brothor,! Billy Wabb^ and two sisters, teebel end The antomobUe was five’blocks through this to^^^^by the train. The body bt the, laftuit was found on the locomotive! JtWi Tbe Caswell county farm agent reports one of the beat crops of leaped eza ever grown in the coun ty. Other piedmont Extensioa workers report the same good, news. Ads. get attention—and results! mum MaroRit CO. ’TELEPHONE 334-J T. H. WinUau. Owner Oldsmobile Sale»>S«nrfea' Bear Frame Service end Wheel'Alignasat General Auto Repsuring Wrecker Service—^Electric and Acetylene Weliing USED PARTS—Fer all eukas and models ef cars and trucks IF YOU WANT THIS SENSATIONAL OFFEI... AUlST 1»h to SEPTEMBER 3rd ONLY! HIIRTI Take advantage of this sensational annual offer—get 500 to 2000 pounds* of Free Coal for ordering your Estate Heatrola be fore September 3rd. It’s the once-a-year opportunity that thousands jump at every summer. For they know, as you do, that Heatrola is the most widely sold home heater in the world. Beautiful, modem, with exclusive features that bring more comfort, more convenience, for fewer fuel dollars. Don’t delay. Order your Estate Heatrola now —and get Free Coal. ■. COTTON BAGGING ’The Agiicultural Adjustment Administration has accepted a contract for the manufacture of one million “patterns” of cotton bagging to be used as a covering for cotton bales under a diversion program launched July 27. spise life. But in me, and in such as me are free from dyspep sia, or gout or overfa't, and to whom a day is a sound and solid food, it is a great excess of polite ness to look scornful and to cry for company. In the morning I awake and find the old world, mother, tlie boys and Peggy, Asheville and Atlanta, the dear old spiritual world, and even the devil not far off. If we will take the good we find, asking no questions, we shall have heaping measure. The great foods are not gotten by analysis. Everything good grows even along the hi^ways of life. The middle region of our being is the stomach. And between its extremes is the equator of Ufa* HERE’S NOW TO BET fK£E(U)AL Com i«. « toUphon*. Ord«c your Ertato KMktioU bMwoon Aug. 13th and Sopt 3^. only a nail pay nothing moM until Fall, than bagin aaay monthly paymanta. Oat 500 to 2000 Iba.* of FREE COAL whan yoox Eatato Haatrola ia inatalled thia Fall. •D«pMiai»e on th« aed*l ym RttooM mKiHlXmOIA I (Left) EXeUNiVE, INTENSMIRE AM DMT 1 blocks tba npward-nishing baet, ■•ods it oat into the looms instsMl of Uttlng It escapa ap tha floa. Tnina ■watte into warmth. (Right) NEW EHALLOy FIRE POT made of nickel chrominm allo^, more than doubles tha Ufa of tlda vital part, aavaa money on opkaap expense. Ftn CmI with tho EsUto HMtrola Raaft, TmI Now—bring your kitchen up to date with this beautiful 'laige for coal and wood. “Double” cooetruetioo through out. Bstalloy fire-box tide linlnga. Ped-a-Lifter Key PU^ -Ptoe bredUng facOitiea. The only range bearing tha famoM Haatrola nama. Get a geoeroos supply of Ktua Coul lox ordering yours now. Rk^-Day FuniitiireCo. I *Alw»ys Outstanding Furnitupo„ Vnluo#**. 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