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aWHwi called the Alhiao. Ken McLaagh
?h Yhanderhead's 13-year-old owner,
Bps Me horse win become a racer, as
Be is eery Cast. Plans are made to enter
MPs Hi a CaB race meeting. There la
?awrtderaMe worry, however, because he
?i dMcall to handle. Bob McLaughlin,
Bears lather, sells off most of his horses
?e anise cash. Financial worries create
a stB between Bob and his wife, NelL
?e kh her that they are going Into
aheap raising. Ken's school report la
seswsBj good, Indicating that he wants
CHAPTER XX
Rob's big white teeth gleamed in
bis dark face. He looked very
plenird But continuing to study
We boy's expression he suddenly
bad a recurrence of his first convic
tion. There was something fishy.
"Tell me, Ken," he said, "is this
absolutely on the level? You really
did it? It's bona fide?"
"Sure I did it, dad," said Ken,
bis jubilance fading at the realiza
tion that a bad reputation is hard to
bve down.
"When did you start working for
Ms phenomenal report card?" "
"Last fall. When school start
ed."
"And you kept it up all year?"
Ken nodded.
"Just so you might get permission
bom me to stay out of school next
Ml when Thunderhead goes to the
post?"
"Yes, sir."
"Put it there, son! I'm proud of
you!"
Ken was dazed. His small bone
less hand was lost in his father's
clasp and shaken hard. He was still
trying to explain.
"The thing is, dad, of course I'll
snake op all the lessons I lose while
I'm out of school. But if I had
jest asked you, and told you that
Td do that, you wouldn't have be
heved I could do it."
"And you can say that again,
hoy!"
"So I had to prove it to you?
before I asked you."
"You've proved it."
"Dad! Do you mean I can?"
"I mean just that. This brilliant
mind of yours seems to work in re
vase. Give you horses so that you
have no time for lessons and even
have to stay out of school and you
bust yourself wide open and carry
fte rag off the bush!"
"Dad?there's something more!"
"Ah! Now it's coming!" Hob's
face took on its sardonic expression.
"Two things, dad."
"Well?shoot!"
"You said last year, when Thun
derhead didn't get gelded with the
other two-year-olds, that he could
go till this year. Does?does he
have to be gelded? Wouldn't you
just?skip it?dad? Because he may
win, you see?And there's a chance
fliat the gelding might hurt him or
kill him and anyway if he should be
a winner on the race track we'd
want to sell his services as a stal
fcuo, wouldn't we? And anyway?"
"We won't geld him," said Rob
suddenly.
This quick victory was another
rtiock to Ken. Rob raised the report
cant. "You'll And all your life long,
son, that fine performance will get
things for you that nothing else
Will.
"Besides, Thunderhead hasn't
seaily made any trouble, has he?"
It was hard (or Ken to get his
mind off his horse. "He hasn't
tried to fight Banner or get any
mares, or?well, not anything like
that."
"Thunderhead hasn't had a
chance to raise hell yet. It's been
a godsend that we could leave Touch
And Co with him until early this
spring when she came in heat for
?ae first time. That kept him happy.
Kept him away^-Trom the other
mares and delayed the beginning of
what you might call his sex life. Be
sides, he's been trained and worked
pretty consistently. You can train
aa animal, you know, for the kind of
life he is to live. We've kept him
away from the real life of a stallion.
But that won't last forever. The
tame will come. One day his ears
will pop, and he'll suddenly thump
himself on the chest and exclaim,
Tn a man!"
Ken laughed. "I hope it won't be
aa the race track."
"Sex doesn't enter much into the
Be of race horses. Stallions and
aaares race together without any dis
turbances of that sort"
? "I know."
"Well now ? what's the other
?fag? Might as well get it over
Ken's face flushed a little. "Re
member what yon said once, dad?
That I cost you money every time I
hwn around?"
C "I remember!"
"Well?what about the money the
race is going to cost? The entrance
iee and all that?"
"I see." Rob leaned back quietly
and became very thoughtful, rub
hmg his hand through his hair.
"You're a lot richer now than you
need to be, aren't you, dad?"
"Where'd you get that idea?"
"Well?the sheep?"
"The sheep have got me so deep
fa debt Thunderhead will have to
wfa races to pull me out I"
"Oh, dad! Are you kind of count
fag en him?" Ken's face glowed
'Tm hoping," said Rob grimly.
"I've put a lot of work on that
horse myself, remember, and I
know he's got it in him. But he's an
ugly beggar. This summer will tell
the tale."
"Of course you knAw, dad," said
Ken magnanimously, "anything
Thunderhead wins will be yours and
Mother's."
"Will it? No. I don't think so.
We'd want it to be yours. Then you
can pay for all your expenses and
your schooling and we'll come out
ahead anyway!"
"But some of it would have to be
yours!"
"All right. We'll incorporate. Mc
Laughlin and Son. And I'll take
what I need for the present and we
can get squared later on." x
There was a moment's pause. Rob
hadn't yet said anything about that
entrance fee.
"You're going to have a wonder
ful big hay crop, aren't you, dad?
Don't you think you may sell your
hay?the part you won't need far
"We'll incorporate. McLaughlin
and Son."
the sheep or the horses or the cows,
quite early?say, in September?"
"Got it all figured out, haven't
you?"
Ken nodded.
"I don't know when I'll sell my
surplus hay. It may pay better to
hold it till later in the season when
hay gets scarce."
Ken looked crestfallen.
Rob leaned back in his chair.
"We'd beter count this up now and
know what we're up against."
Ken called on his fortitude and
stood waiting.
"You're going with Mr. Sargent
so the trip won't cost you anything,
but you'll be in Saginaw Falls for
three weeks?"
"I'll sleep in the stall with Thun
derhead," put in Ken quickly. "Lots
of owners do that if they haven't
got much dough."
"But I suppose you'll have to eat!
Sargent will send the colt with his
horses by rail and keep him in his
stables in charge of his trainer, so
there'll be no shipping or stable
expenses. You're in luck there?
but Thunderhead's got to eat too.
So there'll be his feed bill and the
jockey fee?"
"That's ten dollars if he just
rides, and twenty-five if he wins,"
interpolated Ken, "and dad, please
don't say jockey. People that know,
call them riders."
Rob ignored this. "And the en
trance fee," he finished. "Altogeth
er quite a bit of money."
He looked out the window again,
and in spite of fortitude, Ken be
gan to feel wet in his armpits and
around his waist.
"But I'll stake you to the en
trance fee for the one big race and
all the expenses for yourself and
Thunderhead."
"You will, dad? Gee! Oh, Gosh!"
"How'll I be repaid if he doesn't
win anything?"
Ken's lips sobered in a line of
determination and courage. "I'll
work very hard all summer."
"You'll do that anyway," said Rob
grimly. "I've never given you the
idea you could spend the summer
sitting on your fanny, have I? Or
just monkeying around your horse
either."
"And besides," said Ken. "there's 1
another way I could make money i
enough to pay you back everything '
and more too." i
"This brilliant mind of yours is i
getting me dizzy. Ken. How can '
you make several hundred dollars?" I
"Well?you told me once it costs i
you three hundred dollars to put me
through a year of school. See?" He j
smiled brilliantly at his father. ,
"I don't see. I haven't got a bril- ,
liant mind." (
"I ? just simply ? won't go to l
school. I could study outside snd i
take the exams?maybe? Anyway, i
I'd learn just as much and my ?
schooling wouldn't coat you any- ,
thing." ,
"And I'd spend the money financ
ing you traveling around with your
race horse, I suppose?"
Ken hAin't quite the courage to
say yes, but he made a graceful
gesture of assent and dashed away.
Thunderhead's career was taken
seriously by everyone on the ranch
that summer, and no one rode him
but his trainer, young Ken Mo
I Laughlin, who tipped the scale at
ninety-six pounds.
During the winter just past when
the stallion had been kept in, given
a liberal daily ration of oats and
hay and exercise and training by
Rob McLaughlin, he had achieved a
superb development. He was as tall
as the Percheron?sixteen hands?
and would be even taller when he
had his full growth. No longer could
it be said of him that he was un
gainly or badly proportioned. All
his parts hay grown together. His
legs were logg and powerfully mus
cled, his nelk massive and arched,
his coat a jure dazzling white and
shining with the glossiness of a stal
lion's skin. Strength, power and
wilfulness were still his outstanding
characteristics.
He was now shod, and Ken was
out with him every day before
breakfast, running him on the track.
He still fought Ken, he still bucked,
but when Ken complained of the
horse's dislike of him, his. father
said, "You've got that wrong, son.
If that horse really hated you he'd
never let you get near him. He
doesn't hate you. He fights you be
cause he likes to. He enjoys it.
You're his trainer. You've got to
make him do what he doesn't want
to do and he's a fighting devil so he
fights you back. But I'll bet. when
he's waiting up there in the morn
ings for you to come and give him
his work-out, he'd feel pretty bad
if you didn't show up."
Touch And Go was still the pace
maker for her big brother, and Rob
McLaughlin said, "When I see that
filly run, damned if I don't think
she's the one that's going to be the
racer."
Touch And Go was a regular
beauty. Tall and daintily made,
with a long reaching neck, straight
slim legs, little feet that would fit
in a cup, and a playful high spirit
that kept her always acting up, al
ways dancing and going sideways.
Her ruddy hide was glorious in the
sun, and the blond tail and mane
gave her a de luxe, made-to-order
look.
To Rob McLaughlin her perfect
conformation was a justification of
his theories of line breeding, and he
sometimes studied the racing sheet,
making a note of what events were
scheduled for two-year-olds. "We
might run her too," he said, "put
her in the baby class."
The summer passed very slowly
for Ken, because it was all a tense
waiting for the racing season, and
a tense watching of Thunderhead.
Besides, it was full of excitement?
just one thing after the other. The
first excitement was when he got
home and found out what was going
to happen to his mother. It was
hard for Ken to keep his mind from
confusion when he thought about
that. She had wanted it. Hadn't she
said at dinner that night, "I want
a monkey tree. I want a sleigh all
covered with bells, and I want a
little girl," and of course it was
right for his mother to have what
she wanted. But it was hard to
take. He had argued with her about
it.
i xl a __s ..? I TJT
JDUI mouicr, jruu vc gui us: now
ard and me. Aren't we enough?"
"No. I want a little girl."
"Want her much, mother?"
"Want her lots, dear. Remember
how hard you wanted Flicka?"
"It might be a boy," said Ken
gloomily, and he added, "Besides,
doesn't it hurt awfully?"
Nell was busy putting the laundry
away. She counted the piles of
sheets she was stacking in the linen
closet.
"Doesn't it, mother?" insisted
Ken. "Doc Hicks might have to?"
"Ken! This is going to be a baby!
And Doc Hicks won't have any
thing to do with it!"
"Oh, sure?I know that?"
"And as for its hurting?who cares
about that?" She had finished stack
ing and her voice was very gay.
"You don't get anything for noth
ing, dear."
"No." His father had told him
plenty about that.
"And didn't you?" her hand was
lightly on his head, arranging his
soft brown hair so that it did not
fall over his forehead, "didn't you
sit all night in the cold water hold
ing Flicka?just because you loved
her and wanted her so much?"
She was through with the linen
and went quickly back to the
kitchen. Ken watched her, not an
swering her out loud but thinking
to himself that it was different. How
could you love something you hadn't
ever seen and be willing, in ad- ;
vance, to suffer for it? With Flicka,
he had known and loved ber and !
cared for her for months.
He had to struggle against a feel- t
ing of d(ead when he saw his father '
watching his mother all the time '
with such anxiety. It was a won- !
ier he would even let her stack the '
linen. He wouldn't let her do any- j
thing this summer. He himself got !
jp and cooked breakfast every
noraing, and Tim had to come in
ind clean tha bouse. Gus churned
ind attended to butter and cream.
(To be cwrrnruxo)
IMPROVED mm
UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL
Sunday i
chool Lesson
By HAROLD L. LUWDQUIST. D. D.
Of Thg Moody Blbte InstltuU of Chicago.
Released by Western Newspaper Union.
Lesson for October 7
Lesson subjects and Scripture texts se
lected and copyrighted by International
Council of Religious Education; used by
permission.
LOVE FOR GOD AND LOVE FOR
MAN
LESSON TEXT?Luke 10:25-37.
GOLDEN TEXT?Thou shall love the Lord
| thy God with all thy heart, and with all
| thy mind; and thy neighbor as thyself.?
Luke 10:27.
"What shall I do?" The question
of the lawyer in our lesson is a
query which is on the lips or in the
minds of millions of men and worn- j
en each day. They want to do right
and want to be right, but their
lives lack the direction which only
faith in God can give them.
Never does the question go more
deeply than when it concerns man's
eternal welfare, as it does in our
lesson. Always that question in
dicates that man is not able to de
cide for himself, and needs the guid
ance of someone greater and wiser
than he. This should lead us back
to God, for only He can fully answer
it.
The story of the Good Samaritan
tell us what we must do to show our
love for God and man, and gives a
demonstration of how it is to be
done.
I. What to Do (w. 25-28).
The lawyer (a student of the law
of Moses, and hence a theologian
rather than an attorney) was pos
? ing a question to try to entrap Jesus.
He was apparently not much con
cerned about eternal life and as
sumed that it could be obtained by
doing something.
We know that eternal life is a gift
(John 1:12; Rom. 6:23), but if the
man wanted to have it by doing,
Jesus was ready to meet him. In
response to Jesus' question (v. 26),
the lawyer gave Him what the Jews
regarded as the summary of the
whole law.
The man who can perfectly keep
that law will have eternal life, de
clares Jesus. But note that you must
do it, not just talk about it. And
you must keep the whole law, "for
whosoever shall keep the whole law,
and yet stumble in one point, he is
become guilty of all" James 2:10,
R.V.? see also Gal. 3:10).
Observe that the commandment,
so highly commended by our Lord,
concerns a true love for God which
shows in an active love for one's
fellowman.
Love is the only thing that can
save our bruised and bleeding
world. How sad it is that in such
an hour of need there is so little
said in the church about love and
it is practiced even less. It is the
forgotten fundamental of all the
fundamentals of faith! Let us begin
to preach it and practice it!
II. How to Do It (w. 29-37).
It is one thing to realize that one
ought to do a thing; it is quite an
other thing to do it. Here we have
what may have been an actual inci
dent given by our Lord as an object
lesson of the right and the wrong
attitude toward a fellowman in
need.
1. The Wrong Attitude (vv. 29-32).
The lawyer's effort to Justify him
self by diverting attention to the
word "neighbor," which he felt
needed definition, showed that he
could not do the thing expected of <
him. I I
The reason (or man's failure lies
primarily in his own weakness I
and inability to do what God re
quires, but is also revealed in his !
pitiable and futile efforts to Justify i
himself. I
The one who seeing his sinfulness i
and bis utter inability to keep God's
law casts himself on the Lord is I
ready to receive the gift of eternal I
life. But the one who tries to defend
his position and Justify himself has
shut the door on God's grace and i
mercy ??ee Luke 18:9-14).
The porable of the Good Samar- 1
ltan answers fully and finally the 1
question, "Who is my neighbor?" 1
by making it clear that anyone
who is in need, regardless of race, |
social position, condition or re
ligion, is our neighbor.
The priest and the Levite doubt
less had plenty of excuses for not 1
helping the wounded man, but let us 1
remember that excuses, while they '
may count with men, mean only our i
condemnation in the presence of I
God. i
2. The Right Spirit.
It was the spirit of Christ that 1
made the Samaritan show a com- J
passionate and sacrificial interest in
the needy man. Only Christ can
make you and me like that. His
love in the heart is the only "good J
neighbor program" that will ever
work.
Statesmen, philosophers ? yes,
and the man in the street ? of our
day are looking hither and yon
for an answer to the world's need.
They all sense that we must have
something great, and tender, and
powerful to unite the hearts of men,
or we shall soon be in conflict
again. The next time we may well
write civilization off the globe. What
is the answer? Love I First, a real
love for God, then love for our
fellowmen of all nations. The answer
to the world's swful problem is a
revival of Christian faith; without
it we perish.
Riktwd by Western Nswspspsr Union.
FREE ENTERPRISE FACES
DANGEROII8 OPPOSITION
NOW THAT THE SHOOTING If
all over; now that those whose evil
Intentions to enslave the world have
been unconditionally crushed, we
can look backward, and possibly re
view the thoughts and actions ol
those who opposed our participation
in the fighting of the conflict that
has now ended.
They, and in a small way I was
one of them, believed world civiliza
tion, as the world had known it,
was at stake in that conflict. They
believed we could best serve the in
terests of civilization by retaining
that civilization in America. By so
doing we could, as Arthur Balfour
had said, carry it back to devastated
Europe, and the world in general.
Their sympathies, and the materials
of war we could produce, were
with the nations fighting Hitlerism,
but the best service, to humanity,
they believed was the preservation
of that civilization that had through
so many centuries represented
world progress. By our staying out
we believed that could be preserved.
Then came Pearl Harbor, and wa
had to flght, we had no choice. The
Japs represented the same evil pur
pose as did Hitler and his cohorts.
The evil that threatened us, and
all the world, has been abjectly
crushed. Now what of the civiliza
tion as we have known it in the
UMMtf ? ' J
That civilisation had as a
foundation the profit system of
free enterprise. It offered oppor
tunity to all men of ability, of
energy, of genius to create and
to produce. The efforts of such
men provided more Jobs and
more commodities; raised our
standard of living; increased
our national wealth; all in Amer
ica profited. We may retain that
system in this country though it
is serionaly threatened, and only
time can determine the future
for us.
In England, France and through
rut most of Europe, free enterprise
ias suffered a home-front defeat.
The labor government of England,
which is not all labor, but does rep
resent all of that element who seek
something for nothing, proposes to
nationalize much of English indus
try, the mines, transportation and
finance. What is true in England is ?
also true in France and other Eu
ropean countries. They face that
form of state socialism that caused
the world war, and against which
our American armed forces were
fighting.
The world is again at peace, but
it has not returned to the civiliza
tion of but a few years ago. Much
of it has accepted communism or
state socialism. America is still
following the ideology of capitalism
and free enterprise. Some leaders
who are pronouncing for a continu
ance of that system do so with
their fingers crossed. The war
caused the passing of free enter
prise in most of Europe. It may do
the same in this country. If it
does not, American progress and ex
ample may take back to Europe
that free enterprise system Europe
knew, and followed, for centuries. It
is up to America to decide what fu
ture world civilization is to be.
? ? ?
SONGS OF AMERICA 8UNG
BY VETERAN SOLDIERS
IN GROUPS OF SERVICE people
In Pershing square, Los Angeles,
were those returning from long,
hard months and years of overseas
campaigning. There were others yet
?w ??w liivii givai auvciuuic III
months and years of occupation of
Japan and thousands of small
Islands in the broad Pacific. For
three consecutive evenings I
watched and listened to such groups,
rheir one common impulse was
long. As one song ended, some one
would start another. I soon learned
it was possible to determine whether
the soldier starting a song was on
his way home, or on his way over,
rhose returning proposed only
longs that reminded them of home,
rhey were through with militant
days. I knew the boy who offered
"Where the Tall Corn Grows" was
trom Iowa. The young Jewish boy
who proposed "The Sidewalks of
New York" was far more interested
in Broadway and Washington Square
than in Hill street and Pershing
iquare. An army chaplain, home
ward bound, would introduce well
cnown church songs, and always
received unanimous response. A
Hack boy from the south started
Negro spirituals, and all Joined with
tim. To those returning servicemen,
long, what might be considered the
'oik songs of America, formed a
focal expression of their dreams of
iome.
e e e
IF THE GOVERNMENT Is to
provide a living for all who ask
It will mean piling debt on top
of debt year after year until wa
face national bankruptcy. We
cannot hare balanced" budgets If
we are to provide far all who
prefer a dole to work. The
American people cheerfully fi
nanced a war, but they will net
bay bonds to provide doles for
those who want something for
nothing, it Is time to stop reefc
eengress aaes it that way.
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