WILLIAM MACLEOD RAINE'S
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SYNOPSIS
Ruth Chiswick of L C ranch, obsessed by
fear of danger to her outspoken and bull
headed father, Lee, from a band of lawless
rustlers beaded by Sherm Howard, decides
to save him by eloping with young Lou
Howard, Sherm 's son, and comes to the
town of Tall Holt to meet him. While in
Yell Sanger's store, a crook-nosed stranger
enters, sizes up the situation, and when a
drunken cowboy, Jim Pender, rides in and
starts shooting, protects Ruth, while Lou
Howard hides. Disgusted with Lou's cow
ardice, Ruth calls off the elopment, and
sends the stranger for her father at the
gambling house across the street. There
the stranger, calling himself Jeff Gray,
meets Morgan Norris. a killer, Curly Con
nor, Kansas, Mile High. Sid Hunt, and
other .rustlers, and Sherm Howard. Lee
Chiswick enters, with his foreman, Dan
Brand, and tells Sherm Howard of his or
ders to shoot rustlers at sight. Jeff Gray
returns to Ruth* and coldly reassures her
of her father's safety.
CHAPTER II? Continued
"I'm grateful to you for your ad
vice, sir, and I'm sure Father will
be," she said, the sting of a small
whiplash singing in her voice.
He disregarded her jeer. Appar
ently he was as oblivious of her an
noyance as he was of the pristine
glamor of her vital youth.
"Bull-headed was the word you
used," he went on evenly. "It suits
Lee Chiswick fine. When Pender
busted into the Golden Nugget, yore
father was reading the riot act to a
dozen scalawags waiting for the
signal to cut loose at him."
"Whose signal?" she asked, the
blood driven from her face.
"Seemed to be Sherm Howard's
say-so. Get me right. I'm playing
my own hand, and I don't give a
cuss whether you smile or snap.
I'll tell the old man his dear daugh
ter is here, and you can feed him
any story you've a mind to, at any
time. If he goes back across the
road and gets rubbed out, it is
none of my business."
She had lorded it over boys with
a high hand. That she could not
break through his callousness irri
tated her. Surprisingly, she felt
young and immature, was moved by
an impulse to defend herself.
"I'm not ashamed of what I've
done," she said, bridling.
"That's nice. Tell him you came
to town to buy a paper of pins."
"You're impudent."
"Am I?"
He faced her anger with a long
look of amused scorm, then turned
away, insolently indifferent. The girl
wanted to call him back, to lash
out at him with pelting words that
would sting, but she was aware that
nothing she could say would pene
trate his impassivity. His opinion
of her had not been swayed by any
personal pique.
Gray walked back into the gam
bling-hall.
Sanger had the floor. "Who did
this, Curly?" he asked.
Curly pushed a hand through his
black hair. "Couldn't tell you for
sure, Yell. Half a dozen of us took
a crack at him. He rode in asking
for trouble and got it. Blazed away
with his rifle and handed in his
checks pronto. Maybe you better
make yore verdict read, commit
ted suicide while temporarily in
sane."
Norris volunteered information,
slanting a sneer at Chiswick. "No
objections anywhere, I reckon. We
can be bullied just so far."
"No objections from me," Sanger
agreed.
"Pender came in on my horse
Black Diamond, so if you want to
make the killing more legal you can
claim he was a horse- thief," Curly
suggested humorously.
"Or self-defense," Sanger amend
ed seriously.
"Who cares how legal it was?"
Norris said. "No four-flusher can
come in here and hurrah me."
Dan Brand recognized this as a
personal challenge flung at his em
ployer. "Only a crazy fool would
try, Morg," he answered amiably.
"You don't need to be carrying a
chip on yore shoulder, Morg," How
ard said, with a warning glance. "If
there is rustling going on, we all
want to back up Lee."
"Did you say 'if there was any
rustling?" Chiswick inquired, harsh
irony in his voice.
Howard laughed without mirth.
"You're hard to please, Chiswick.
I don't pick my words like a pro
fessor. If you're not on the prod,
as Brand claims, you sure have a
funny way of being pleasant."
"Did I say I was aiming to be
pleasant?" The cattleman let his
hard gaze shift from Norris to How
ard. "Someone ran off a bunch of
SO of my cows last night. If you
expect me to grin and say, 'Help
yourselves, boys,' you can have an
other guess. I'm going to fight."
"When a bull gets to pawing the
ground he most generally gets ac
commodated," Norris insisted, not
shifting his narrowed gaze from the
owner of the LC.
"Shut up, Morg," interposed Cur
ly affably. "Can't expect a 'man to
sit quiet while he is being stole
blind. Tell you what, boys. Some
of us will be heading into the hills
soon. We'll keep our eyes skinned.
Like as not some of us will spot
this bunch of L C stuff."
"I wouldn't wonder if some of you
did," Chiswick said bluntly.
The cattleman turned to leave the
saloon.
Gray stopped him with a gesture.
"Just a moment, Mr. Chiswick."
"What you want?" the ranchman
asked.
Gray lowered his voice. "There's
a young lady over at Sanger's who
says she is yore daughter. She
would like to see you right off."
"My daughter? What's she doing
here?"
"Better ask her."
The red-headed man had nothing
more to say. He turned to the bar
and ordered a schooner of beer.
Chiswick and his foreman walked
out of the place.
Out of the corner of- his mouth
Mile High said to his chief, "That's
the guy I was telling you about."
Howard nodded. He observed that
Curly was sauntering to the bar.
So was Norris.
The big black-haired man gave an
or?er to the bartender. "A Curly
special."
Selecting a bottle, the man in the
white apron pushed it across the
top of the bar. Curly poured a
drink and tossed it down his throat.
"Hot enough to melt the tallow
C his wick offered bis band.
off'n a guy taking a long ride," he
said amiably to the stranger.
"Sure is," agreed Gray.
"Expect you're spittin' cotton."
"I can stand a beer."
"In the cattle business?''
"More or less. At loose ends right
now. Kinda lookin' around."
"My name is Connor," said Curly.
"This is Mr. Norris."
"Glad to meet you. I'm Jeff Gray.
A stranger in these parts."
Norris rolled a cigarette. "Tough
Nut is a good town," he said.
"Booming these days. Mines are do
ing fine. Plenty of money there."
"I'm not a miner," Gray , told
him, recognizing the invitation to
move on, but disregarding it. "Fact
is, I'm not much of a town man
anyhow, except when I drift in to
blow my savings. I've been in the
cow business all my life."
"In Texas?" Norris asked with a
casual manner.
"Here and there."
"Noticed when I was outside that
you're riding a Brazos saddle. My
choice, too, especially when I'm
riding a long ways."
Gray remarked non-committally
that a saddle made a lot of differ
ence to a rider's comfort.
"Been dry in West Texas for quite
a spell, I read," Curly volunteered.
"So the papers claim."
"Thought maybe you had come
from down that way? Try one of
my specials, Mr. Gray."
"May I have another beer In
stead, Mr. Connor?" Gray asked.
"I certainly swallowed a lot of dust
today."
Norris strolled across to Howard.
"This sorreltop is on the dodge,
looks to me," he said. "Mighty care
ful to give no information."
Lee Chiswick caught sight of his
daughter standing in front of Sang
er's store and strode across the
street to her.
"What are you doing here?" he
demanded.
Evading his question, she said,
"I've been worried' about you."
"What for?"
"When I heard the shooting, over
in the Golden Nugget, I thought. .
Her voice faltered. No need to
tell him what she had thought. He
knew.
The cattleman spoke more gen
tly. "You knew I was there?"
"Yes. I saw you and Dan go in.
1 hadn't time to stop you."
"Stop me?" He frowned. "I'm
not so feeble I need a girl to look
after my doings."
Already Chiswick had jumped to
the conclusion that she had followed
him to town because she was afraid
he would get into trouble with the
rustler group.
''I know, but ? you're so bull-head
ed, Father."
"Nothing of the kind," he protest
ed hotly. "You wouldn't expect me
to let these dirty thieves drive off a
bunch of SO cows at one crack with
out a squawk, would you?"
She shuddered. "When all those
guns roared ? "
"They weren't shooting at me,
honey." His mind harked back to
the reproof she needed. "You had
no business coming to town ? not to
Tail Holt. We stay away from this
place. You know that."
"You didn't."
"Dad gum it, girl, I'm your fa
ther. You don't have to tell me
what-all I can and can't do." He
slammed his fist down into the palm
of the other hand. "You act like
you rule the roost. Well, you don't
Not by a jugful. Understand?"
"Yes," she said, with more humil
ity than was customary, since her
mind was still full of the crazy thing
she had done.
Ruth was still thinking of her
escapade with Lou Howard. She
could not understand how it had
ever gone so far. She knew now
she did not love him, never had.
That she had not seen through his
shallow weakness earlier hurt her
pride.
Later she knew she would flog
herself with her own scorn. She
was a lying little cheat for not tell
ing her father the truth. But she
dared not confess without preparing
his mind first. It would be like Lee
Chiswick to walk across to the Gold
en Nugget to have it out with Sherm
Howard.
"We'll go over to Charley Wong's
restaurant for supper," Lee Chis
wick said. "Dan is waiting for us
over there." *
Back of the restaurant they found
a bucket of water, a tin pan, a thin
piece of dirty soap, and a roller
towel much the worse for use.
The cattleman called Wong. "This
towel has half of Arizona on it, Char
ley. Bring a new one ? and another
piece of soap."
The Chinaman grinned. "Velly
good," he said.
Inside the restaurant Dan Brand
was waiting at a table in a corner.
Across the aisle from him sat Gray.
Ruth touched the cattleman on the
arm by way of calling his attention.
"This is Mr. Gray, Father. When
that drunk man came shooting into
Sanger's store he looked after me."
"Looked after you ? how?" asked
Chiswick.
"Pushed me back of some sacks
of potatoes and stood in front of me."
Chiswick offered his hand. "Glad
to meet you, Mr. Gray. I reckon
my daughter has thanked you, but
I'll do it again."
"Nothing worth mentioning what
I did, but she thanked me proper,"
the crook-nosed man said dryly.
"Since you haven't eaten yet,
won't you join us?" the cattleman
invited.
Gray moved to the other table.
"My foreman, Dan Brand," Chis
wick introduced. "Dan, this is Mr.
Gray."
The two men shook hands, esti
mating one another with their eyes.
Chiswick motioned Gray to the va
cant chair beside his daughter.
They fell at first into casual talk
of cows, grass, markets.
"Looks like a country of small
ranches," Gray said presently.
"Yes," Chiswick confirmed.
"Plenty rough in these hills. Cut up
by gulches and canyons where nest
ers have settled."
"Your ranch is lower down?"
"Yes. Runs up from the Sweet
Spring valley into the hills."
"From what I heard at the Gold
en Nugget I gather the L C is a
big outfit."
"My brand is on a lot of stock? or
was," the cattleman said grimly.
"Still is," Brand amended.
"I reckon." Anger flamed in Chis
wick's tanned face. "Won't be long
unless we can stop this big steal
that is going on. A few of those
rustlars will have to be strung up as
a warning."
"Better not talk," advised Brand
in a low voice.
"Why shouldn't I talk?" Chiswick
demanded. "This is a free country,
and I've never yet seen the color of
the scoundrel's hair that could keep
me from saying my mind."
"You don't mean red particular*
ly, do you, Father?" Ruth asked,
slanting impudent eyes at Gray. "Or
do you?"
The cattleman smiled, ruefully.
"Figure of speech, Mr. Gray. No,
I don't mean red." He turned to
his daughter. "You little minx."
"None of my business, Mr. Chis
wick," Gray said bluntly. "But what
Mr. Brand says is good medicine.
Why talk any more? You've said
yore little piece. I'm an outsider,
and never saw one of those gents at
the Golden Nugget before. But there
were some present who didn't take
yore remarks kindly. I am of opin
ion that the chuckle-headed false
alarm who rode in and got fllled
with lead did you a considerable
service."
"His chunk sure went out sud
den," Brand commented. "I
wouldn't say you're not right, Mr.
Gray. While Lee was on the prod
I didn't feel anyways lead immune
myself. They're not bad boys, in a
way of speaking, but they are some
quick on the trigger."
"No, they're not bad," Chiswick
replied scornfully. "Practically all
of them are thieves, and some are
killers, and a few have robbed
trains and stages. Maybe 40 per
cent of them have shot down Mexi
can vaqueros who were defending
their masters' herds. But what is
a Mexican here and there? Remem
ber the Alamo! Yes, sir. Just a
bunch of nice cowboys who take no
pleasure in killing unless someone
gets in the way of what they want."
The summit of Mule mountain
had been a crag of fire in the sun
set when they had gone into the
restaurant. As they came out, Ruth
noticed that the crotches between
the peaks were lakes of imperial
purple. Soon darkness would sift
down from the hills.
"We're out of coffee and baking
soda," Ruth told her father. "Bet
ter get some while we're here, don't
you think?"
"Yes. Enough to last us till some
one can get to Tough Nut. Any
thing else you need?"
"I'd like some nutmegs, and a box
of matches."
Ch is wick asked the foreman to
get Ruth's cow-pony and tie it at the
hitchrack with the other two. Gray
walked with the father and daughter
as far as Sanger's store.
"I'll be saying adios," he told
them, and added, his ironic smile
on Ruth: "Nice to have met up with
you."
She said the pleasure was hers,
said it very coolly, and turned
into the store. The place was lit by
two coal-oil lamps suspended from
the ceiling. Near the rear some
thing covered by a sheet lay on a
cot. Ruth guessed that what was
resting there so still had been roar
ing with drunken lifa less than an
hour ago.
Two customers were in the store.
One was a slim, graceful, fishy
eyed man, neatly dressed, with a
silk bandanna tied loosely round his
brown throat. His companion called
him Morg. The other she had met
at a dance. He was a fine figure
of a man, slender and broad-shoul
dered, with black, curly hair that
had given him his nickname. Con
nor, she had heard him called, and
she knew that Curly was his cog
nomen among the cowboys.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Logging Great Industry in Canadian
Woods; Thousands of Workmen Employed
Logging in the woods in Canada
provides employment for about 240,
000 workers on a part-time basis,
or (or an average of about 84,000
men yearly.
Logging operations are generally
conducted in unsettled or sparsely
settled country at considerable dis
tances from the ordinary routes of
travel. In the typical logging camp
in eastern Canada there are usually
from SO to '73 men. The buildings
are of a temporary nature, built of
logs or rough boards, and usually
include a cookhouse, sleep camp,
stable, storehouse, and blacksmith's
shop. The built-in bunks filled with
boughs or hay are being replaced
by iron double-deck bunks with
springs, mattresses and blankets.
The houses are heated with large
wood-burning stoves, and though
the regulations call for provision
for ventilation, the lumberjacks
are not very fussy about this item.
But they do want heat, and since
fuel is cheap and abundant, they
get it.
The food is general]/ excellent
and varied, including fresh meat,
salt and smoked pork, potatoes and
fresh vegetable*, canned and dried :
fruit, eggs, beans, and a variety
of pies and cakes.
In British Columbia many of the
camps consist of cabins which can
be moved on railway cars. They
hold only four to six men each, and
are furnished with single beds, blan
kets, sheets and pillows, and tables
and chairs. Hot and cold water
showers are often provided and the
meals are a revelation to the visitor.
The men pay for their beard and
lodging and so can have what they
are prepared collectively to pay for.
In the East the men are paid for the
most part by the month, with board
provided. As log transportation in
British Columbia does not depend
on the presence of snow, the camps
operate throughout the year, usual
ly about 200 days.
Bettered Preetoas Stones Alive
Precious stones were believed by
the ancients to be alive and pos
season of souls.
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WHAT to EAT and WHY
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CARBOHYDRATES and FATS
Foods That Provide Motive Power
For the Body Machinery ? ?
By C. HOUSTON GOUDISS
? East 30th St. New York.
THE human body might be compared to 4 framework filled
with machinery. It takes food to build the framework,
food to run the machinery and food to keep it working effi
ciently and this food must be of the proper type.
Cast week, 1 discussed the body building proteins and
explained how to distinguish between those which build and
repair body tissue, and those*
that are adequate for main
tenance, but not for growth.
It is equally important that
you should learn something of
the fuel foods which are neces
sary to fire the body engine
and furnish motive power to
propel the body 'machinery.
Fuel Foods Keep
Us Alive
The body could not (unction in
the absence of fuel foods any more
than a machine
could run without
power, or a car
without gas. Ev
ery breath re
quires an expendi
ture of energy,
and so does every
movement ? from
the beating of the
heart to the wink
ing of an eye.
Even in repose.
the body machin
ery is ' kept functioning only by
an ever-present supply of fuel.
For, as long as life continues ?
even when you are lying perfectly
still? you need fuel to carry on
the internal work of the body.
Activity Demands
Energy Foods
Every type of daily activity, in
eluding work and exercise, re
quires additional fuel. If you walk
slowly, you expend twice as much
energy- as when yfcu sit still. And
when you walk fast, you may use
up four, five or six times as much
energy.
The ahief fuel, or energy pro
ducing foods, are the carbohy
drates ? that is, the starches and
sugars; and fats. Protein also
has some fuel value, bat its pri
mary function is to build and re
pair tissue.
Carbohydrates are quick burn
ing. They might be compared to
the flare of a match in a dark
room, which gives bright light for
an instant, but is soon ex
tinguished. Fat, on the other hand,
burns slowly, like a lamp whose
wick is turned low.
Danger of Inadequate
Fuel Supply
Recently there has been a ten
dency to minimize the importance
of the fats and carbohydrates, due
to the craze for dieting. Some of
the results of disregarding the ab
solute necessity for these foods
are extreme irritability, and a
greater susceptibility to fatigue,
nervous diseases, tuberculosis and
other infections.
Too Much Fuel
Causes Overweight
It il true, homer, that an ettext ?/
fuel foods will tend to produce over
weight. For if we assimilate them,
and do not utilize their potential energy
Your Food Is Your Fate
"PHE third of the series of
* articles entitled "What to
Eat and Why," written by C.
"ouston Goudiss, the eminent
food authority, author and ra
dio lecturer, appears in this
issue.
In these articles Mr. Goudiss
tells how you can be strong,
beautiful, wise and rear healthy
children by. combining the right
food materials in the diet. He
points out the vast influence
which food wields over one's
life.
The housewife and mother
who desires to know what foods
will benefit her family the most
will do well to read these ar
ticles week by week and make
a scrapbook of them for ready
reference.
in muscular effort, they will be stored
? at fat ? usually in most inconvenient
location*! On the other hand, an exceti !
nf any food is a detriment. Therefore
the goal should be enough, but not Ion
much , of ill necessary loods.
Since both carbohydrates and
fats are energy foods, one might
expect them to play an inter
changeable role in the diet. To a
certain extent, they do, although
fat, being more concentrated, pro
vides two and one-fourth times as
much fuel value as an equal
weight of carbohydrate.
But because of the variation in
the way these materials are han- !
died by the body, it is generally
considered that health is best
served when 40 to 50 per cent of
the total energy value of foods is
provided in the form of carbohy
drate and 30 to 35 per cent in the
( form of fats.
Carbohydrates Are
Quickest Fuel
Carbohydrates, which originate
chiefly in plant life, are readily
converted into heat and muscle
energy. Foods rich in carbohy
drates include bread, potatoes,
macaroni, rice, cooked and ready
to-eat cereals, peanuts, dried and
preserved fruits, sugars and
syrup.
Sugar furnishes heat more
quickly and more abundantly than
any other food. But it has a ten
dency to dull the appetite and is
also apt to cause fermentation.
Therefore, a large measure of our
heat and energy is best secured
from starchy foods such as bread,
cereals, macaroni and potatoes.
Quick energy can also be ob
tained from the easily digested
sugars of fresh and dried fruits,
such as prunes, apricots, raisins
and fully ripened bananas.
Her a u an interesting and imponmm
point which is frequently overlooked in
unscientific reducing diets. Fat re
quires carbohydrates for its proper utili
sation by the body. That is i thy woman
who try to reduce without following a
scientifically planned diet frequently
become seriously ill as ? result of at*
ting down on carbohydrates while over
looking the fats contained in milk, but
ter, and other foods.
Relation of Fat
To Health
Fats are so necessary to the
body economy that it is no exag
geration to say that without fat.
life, in its higher forms, is im
possible. The noted Arctic ex
| plorer, Stefansson. found that he
j could exist satisfactorily on an
; all-meat diet, provided he ate lib
. erally of fat. On a diet of all lean
meat, he became violently ill
within a week.
Besides furnishing concentrated
energy Tallies, fats help to create
the fatty tissue which cushions
the nerves and abdominal organs,
and forms the pleasing eootaoxs
of face and figure.
Because it leaves the stomach
more slowly than proteins and
carbohydrates, fat retards the di
gestion of these food groups some
what, and thus gives staying power
to a meal. At the same time it
promotes the flow of pancreatic
juice and bile, thus helping in the
assimilation of other foods. Foods
rich in fat include butter, cheese,
egg yolk, cooking fa.ts and oils,
margarine, olives, pastry, peanut
butter, most nuts except chestnuts
and lichi nuts, various kinds of
sausage and fried foods.
Anger Destroys
Fat Reserves
Experiments have demonstrated
why nervous, irritable individuals
are usually thin, while those with
a serene temperament often ac
cumulate weight. It has been
proven that anger and fright in- ,
crease the amount of fat in the
blood and remove a corresponding
amount of fat from its tisual stor- ?
age place beneath the skin. A fit
of anger may take off more fat
than an hour's exercise, or two or
three days of enforced diet. Thus
the person who allows himself to
becopie upset continually with
draws the fat reserve from his
body. Such persons could profit,
perhaps, by taking more of the
fat-forming foods.
But whether the members of your
family are good natured . ot wn labia.
Young or old. they need a rttnstnnl sup
ply ot fuel foodt at every meal, every
day. Fuel loodi produce energy and
energy ij the motive pirwer of Lie and
work and thought. ? ,
e WN U ? C Houston Goulln-- 18JB
"Home-Wrecking"
Qualifies of Poor
Furnifure Polish
How often a houseful of fine fur
niture and handsome woodwork is
spoiled by the use of a poor furni
ture polish! There are many pol
ishes on the market today ? some
fair, some good, others excellent
for luster and long life of the fin
ish! The best is non-greasy, be
cause made with a fine, light-oil
base ! In time, furniture and wood
work can be ruined by the per
sistent application of a cheap,
poor polish! Such polish will con
tain kerosene, harsh abrasives
and harmful acids ? destructive el
ements, that are unseen and un
suspected! The housewife may
use one of these polishes, feeling
that she is economically keeping
her furniture polished ? but this is
poorest economy, if she values
her furniture (and what house
wife does not?). The furniture in
a home constitutes the largest
part of the furnishings ? and will
show up like "sore thumbs" when
dried out, cracked or checked.
This is just what occurs, when
other than a reputable oil polish
is used! Too, a quality oa polish
is less expensive: Less is used at
one time? for it's undiluted. The
resultant glow is deeper, richer,
more lasting! Best of all. the fin
ish of the furniture and woodwork
is properly "fed" and kept in
prime condition' So beware o I
harsh, 'bargain' polishes ? for
through them, the furniture suf
fers! _?
WHEN YOJ CLEAN HOUSE
USE O-CEDAR-THE
POUSH THAT CLEANS
AND PRESERVES YOUR
FURNITURE |
and floors.
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WRONG? Well, yes? and no. The arithmetic of your
school days taught that if "Mary had five dollars and
?pent two . . ." Wiree dollars remained. But that is
mathematics? not shopping!
In managing m home . . . guarding a limited family
income' ... wAe simply got to do better than Mary did.
We must sharpen our buying wits . . . ascertain where the
dollars of extra value lurk ... take fire dollars to town
and get much more for the money spent.
Fortunately, there are ever~ willing guides right at hand
'?the advertisements in this newspaper. Advertised mer
chandise is often exceptional value merchandise. It makes
dollars S-T-R-E-T-C-H.