Wiumdenhad W.M.U. FKATURU^ THB mn THUS TAB: Tku4?r im. Ht aaH wAlte km m biM mm Ommmm Bar ruck l> Wysmlaf, u i amktck tt a wM italiisa, the AlUao. Wbi) Ukttfp am aitinA to a nasi to tokl A m* Mm to* rata, Ikakhrtlll waatfirv lata a auaaula a*H km to HN H ?to Mm. In atoner, mmn Ms korsa a toy kalora MaA aato % ton snaitoa spsaA, tkaa toaai M? > stop mat lamps tha Macs. Pa aaatoar rasa, Tees* aat Oa, aaafear toM^to a?as, atoa. Qraaaaay, a ?U tons toaciar, tan tor. I V CHATTER XZTU ' T? ? collector of Una horaea, my bay. That's tha aacond ona I'va ae to. RMted this afternoon. Hop up on har ??W. Ml,-and rida hat over to my Mr. Oreenway limped over to tha Wtj. Rtob caught Ken'a arm and atitowatl him tha check. It waa made ant la Kenneth McLaughlin, and the ?HHitol waa Ave thousand dollara. Kan looked up at hie father. Rob McLaughlin's big white teeth were ???????? ?n ? wiae ana joyiui grin. "That does it, Ken!" he exclaimed. Ait Ken could only stare at his fa ther's face, then at the check, and feel dazed. Qreenway called to Ken, "Take a lest ride on her, son." ? ? ? i Ken thought over all that had hap psris^ and all that was going to hap-' pen. He and his father and Thun dsshead were starting back to the ranch this day. Then Thunderhead would be gelded?plenty of money now to have Doc Hicks come to the ranch and do it?and then he would he sold to the army for a band horse. They brought the most mon ey at en, his father had said, more Adh the army paid for ordinary horses. He might bring as much as three hundred dollars. White horses for cavalry bands were not easy to find. Ken thought suddenly of getting ?n Thunderhead and running away with him. Turning him loose some where. Giving him away? When they were getting ready to land the stallion, Ken asked, "Dad, Is the reason you've got to geld him because you can't get rid of him unless you do?" "Bright boy!" said Rob sarcasti rally. Then he put his hand on Ken's shoulder. "It's not the money. Ken?not any more, although three hundred dollars isn't to be sneezed at. But it's really because there's aa. other way to save Banner and to save myself, incidentally, from having to adopt about thirty wild mares." Before eight o'clock they had the stallion in foe trailer and had start ed foe long drive back to the ranch. ? ? ? The eagle headed into foe strong westerly wind and hung on motion less wings high over foe valley. The "easterner" had blown itself sot and no sign of it remained ex cept fos patches of snow under the frees and in foe depressions of the kills. Here was summer again. In dian summer, with foe quakin'-asp a riot of crimson and ochre and the eottonwoods shedding golden leaves ?u vnc 0U11BCC V* MIC liVvli Ken McLaughlin was leading his stallion through the keyhole. As toey emerged on the threshold of fee valley they halted. The horse was saddled with the small horse hair saddle Ken had made himself. Pnderneath the bridle was a heavy chain halter and lead, and over his eyes a blindfold, but in spite of this he knew where he was and his body was tense, and fierce snorting hresths came from his nostrils. He pawed the earth. With one hand Ken uncinched the girth, lifted the saddle off and dropped it on the ground. The glint of the sun on steel stirrups struck toe eagle's eyes, and a sudden lift af his body registered the reaction. Again he spread his wings wide, cir cled and centered over the pass. Ken undid the latch of the throat strap, talking softly to his horse. "You don't know It, Thunderhead ... but this is good-by . . . you've get to go to your mares and take care of them and live a stallion's ?fe . . . you're a true throwback, Thunderhead . . . you're not a race _ ? horse though you can go like the 1 wind when you want to ... and p you're not an army horse prancing T wound carrying a kettledrum . . . ptfw got to go back . . . and rvw got to go to school and do a lot ad other things ... so ... we .. . ???t be together any more . . ." Ibunderhead's hoof dug impa tfeutiy at the earth. Ken slid his arm up underneath the stallion's aack and laid his own head against It His voice went on while his fin gers drew off the bridle, the chain halter, and at last the blindfold. "Don't forget me, Thunderhead .... I won't forget you . . . never, Thun derhead " Ken stepped back, the stallion was tree, and he knew it. He took a step forward, switching his tail. His bead was high, his ears alert, his eyes roved over the valley. It was as if be counted every mare and celt grazing there a quarter mile or as away. But he seemed in no hur ry to Join them. They were all his, and now there was no one to dis pute him. M^friTighl I rim ? |-| thill iTittt^il He turned toward Ken tfiiii, poked out his head and gave the boy an affectionate shove. Ken slipped his arm around the stallion's nose. "But you've got to go. Thunderhead . . . those are your mares ... I think you do know it's good-by . . ." This farewell had attracted the attention of the mares. There came trotting out from the band the black mare with the white colt, ber ears pricked inquiringly at Thunderhead. She neighed. He answered. He left Ken and went to meet her, lowering his head, curving and wagging it from side to side. His tail lifted, flared wide, and streamed behind him. And now all the mares were staring. They recognized him and rushed to meet him. They milled around him, kicking and nipping each other in the enclted jealousy of having him hack. Finally they set tled down to the reel business of life, which was grazing. Ken watched it all with a smile en his face. At last he picked up the equipment he had dropped en the ground and went back through the keyhole to finish the business. He hed spent hours with drill and sledge hammer working on the rock around and underneath that monster boul der which formed the roof of the keyhole. He had studied where each stick of dynamite should go. He did not intend that there should be a single one of those small slips or miscalculations which brought so many of his good intentions to nought. The dynamite was tamped into the holes, the fuses attached. How he lit the fuses, turned and ran. He didn't stop running until he reached the place where he had picketed Flicks. He slipped Unarm up underneath her head and held it against him so she would not be startled, and. standing so. waited (or the explosion. It came. The pile o( boulders around and above the keyhole rose with a dull boom. The earth under Ken's feet seemed to heave. There was a frightened chattering of birds, and small animals scurried out of the rocks. A cloud of dust floated up from the passage. And as earth and rocks settled back again, the valley was filled with detonations caroming back from the hills. Last of all came a deep rumble from the Thunderer. After some minutes Ken entered the passage to see exactly what had happened to the keyhole. It no long er existed. Just as he had planned, the support for the boulder had been blasted away, and with its fall, all the other boulders had found a new position. There were some crannies a cat or a small dog could have crawled through, but for Thunder head the passage was closed for all time. Ken retraced his steps, ran along the rampart until he came to the place Thunderhead had made the trail to the summit, and climbed up. There was excitement amongst the mares over the blasting. Thun derhead was nowhere to be seen. Ken lay down, hanging his head over the edge, certain that the horse was below there, pawing at those stones, investigating every cranny, discov ering that there would be no more going in and out of the valley. At least, thought Ken, not from this end. You might be able to find a way out the other end, old fellow, through those valleys and mountain passes and glaciers, but it would be a hundred miles around for you to get home, and all of it strange going ?no?I think you'll stay in? And then it was as if his father's fiery, commanding eyes were sud denly looking into his, and he spoke to them, "I've done it, dad. He won't come back to bothar you any mora. Or to kill Banner. . . Hia father! It was a warm and happy thing to remember how his father had looked at him and spoken to him and squealed his shoulder ; even at that moment of disturbance ' getting ready to take his mother to the hospital. And the friendly words, "If you think you can do it, son, I'll leave it to you. I don't want to ahoof your horse or geld him." And his mother had slipped her arm around his neck and kissed him and said, ''Keep your Angers crossed, darling, we want a little flicka, don't we? And Ken?thanks to you and Touch And Go, I'm going away with out the slightest worry about ex penses -and I shall send out from the hospital and order g new negli gee! Velvet! With feathers!" Thunder bead came out from un der the rampart at g gallop and rushed back to his meres. Ken leaped to Us feet. What would he do now? What did he think about the blocked passage? Thunderhead was heading sway from this end of the valley as if that gunpowder were behind him. He began to round up his mares. Ken watched it for the last time ... the weaving in and out, the nois ing head, the plunges of the mares as they felt the stallion's teeth in their haunches. . . . The daylight was fading. Ken had to strain his eyes to see how every mare and colt was gathered up and swept into that rushing charge of pounding bodies and sweeping hair and flying limbs. Wild exultation filled the boy. Ha had done it, after all! Ha had given back the mares to his horse! And iUU J t A S _ at A - at vum ruuxm-upi niu a uwunoa oui crs like it?and tha valley end the snow-peaks and the river? That other life he had tried to five Thunderhead?the life of a rare horse ? how desperately he had prayed for it! He felt almost be wildered. For all his prayers had been denied and all his efforts frus trated, and yet this?this?was the answer. The boy's head lifted and his eyes flashed from crest to crest. All the world was beginning to glow with the sunset. Three cream colored antelopes were drinking at the edge of the river. The river was emerald green and turquoise blue and rose pink and there was a big golden star in it. Yellow light swept eastward from the sunset in long, level shafts. A half moon, ly ing on its back, began to glow like a lamp. All this for Thunderhead! Thunderhead floated past the band of mares that now, in the gathering darkness, seemed like a swift-mov ing blot of shadow, and took the lead. Ken strained his eyes to see the last of that rushing white form. Here it was, now, the parting. He put up his hand and brushed warm tears from his cheeks, surprised to find them there, because, in spite of the loneliness and the sense of bitter loss, it was as if the beauty of the valley and the gloriousness of Thun derhead's freedom were inside him too. And now they were gone. In the deep breath that Ken draw, there was the wideness and the emp tiness of the world. It was time, and more than time, for Ken to go. Flicks was waiting. Once again it was Just himself and Flicks, as it had been before Thun derhead, before Touch And Go. Ha ran down the trail, packed up, mounted, and was off. (THE END) ?selected k i fiction by.? |j [gifted aujhobs* - IMPROVED IU,,L UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL Sunday i chool Lesson By HAJIOLD L. LUJfDQUlST. O. D. Of The Moodj BifcJe IaMitut* of Chicago, RtlttMd by Western Newspaper Union. Lesson for November 25 ggaimssha* CHRISTIANS WOKK1NO TOGETH ER IN THE COMMUNITY LBSSOM Ttrr J oka mteSfc Acta ii:ms COLOKM TXXT: Wa in laborara W gather artth Ood.-l CartothUaa I t Unity within ths Church is God's plnn and purpoag, but that does not mean that soma man-made plana tor unity are either scriptural or de sirably. There is much pressure be ing exerted now to unite the Church so the bepis. of a vest ecclesiastic si organisation, quite apart from any doctrinal or spiritual unity. Such unity was not in our Lord's mind. He wants spiritual unity, and in such fellowship the Church will find its only real bond of united lit# and action. 1. unity In Splrtt (John 17:30-23). Here we enter the veritable holy of hollee of Scripture. Facing the time of Hii departure and death, the Lord prayed for thoae who believed, or jrould believe (v. 20) on Him. What was His prayer? That they should be one with the Father, with Him, and with one another. This had to be accomplished while they remained in this wicked world (aee . John-17:13-1*). , How? By the cleansing and sanctifying work of the truth. The Word of God?the Bible?is the instrument used by the Holy Spirit in this work of sanctlflcation. Small wonder that there is little holiness and spiritual unity when the Word has so little opportunity to touch and to cleanse. Reader, do you study God's Word? Such separation to God will result in real spiritual unity between those of all denominations and creeds. It is not some artificial thing to be put on from the outside. It comes from the heart of man and reaches out into his life and into the lives of oth 11. Catty la Aetion (Acts 15:33-71). Satan tried to thwart the mission ary efforts of the Church at the very outset by starting a doctrinal con troversy. Although the first council at Jeru salem (Acts 11) had decided that "to the Gentiles also hath God granted repentance unto life," the question did not stay settled, tor there were persistent Judaizlng teachers who now contended that even though the Gentiles could be saved, they had to come Into the church by way of Judaism and first fulfill the Jewish rite of circumcision. The story of how this vital and fun damental question came up is found in the early verses of Acts IS. The entire future of the gospel ministry was in a sense dependent on the so lution of this problem. Christianity is the only religious faith in the world that presents Justification by grace as the way of redemption; all others follow (more or less) the path of salvation by works. The question now was: Shall works of the law be mingled with grace? Can Jesus Christ alone save men, or is salvation through Jesus Christ plus something else? How was such a serious question to be settled? Should argument and strife be permitted to go on until the stronger party prevailed? Bet ter judgment indicated the desira bility of a Christian method of set tlement. The final decision of the council is sent not only by Paul and Barnabas, but also by a committee from Jeru salem, a gracious gesture of fellow ship. As a matter of record (a wise pro cedure in such a case), a letter was sent which, after addressing the Gentiles as "brethren," reviewed the history of the matter and then, oHthfltrf mMifinstinw ?* aU, put upon the Gentiles "no (rast er burden than the necessary things." And what were those? Those things which relate to purity ot life as thoss who were enjoying Christian liberty. The law of Moses need not be kept as a ground of sal ration. They were saved by grace. But grace can never be the cloak of careless living, nor can liberty in Christ be interpreted as license to live in sin. We are set free in Christ, not that we may sin, but that we may "go and sin no more." m. Unity in Doctrine (Acts IS: ss. ?>. In non essentials ere should exer cise toward other believers the greatest lore and consideration Men have a right to differences of opin ion, and must follow the dictates of their own consciences. Let us not be betrayed into controversy on such matters. There are certain foundation doc trines which must be held if a church Is to be Christian; concern ing these we stand together. There is a faith for which we are to ear nestly "cootend" (Jude 3). We are never, even on the grounds of sup posed courtesy, to give aid and com fort to false teachers (II John 8-11). Kindly, tactfully, but definitely the Christian Church must stand true to its doctrinal convictions, standing united against an unbelieving world, and if nesd be, an unbelieving re ligious world. I RfUVtU* Lb WASHINGTON ? By Woh?r Shaod "u Unions More Powerful Now Than in 1IU HISTORY is repeating Itself In tba labor Odd. Following World War I there was a wave of strikes which involved, In 1*19, approximate ly (our million workers, or almost 11 per cant at the entire industrial working force. Today, while less than 100,000 men are now on strike, it ie estimated that before the end of the year or shortly thereafter there may be about three million strikers or about 11 per cent of the total workers. The difference is that in 1919 unions were not as tightly organized, they did not have as many rights, there was no collective bargaining. Unions were financially unable to carry the load of a long strike in those days. Now unions are highly organized, have more members,their treasuries are bulging, and they are able to hire the best economists, publicity men and research organizations on S par with dig Business. In addi tion, they have favorable laws as bulwarks and a basis for their stands. They are conducting a high ly organized propaganda or publicity campaign, smart and effective. Among these campaigns is one de signed to woo the farmers. The "Economic Outlook," a month ly publication of the department of research and education of the CIO in Washington, in its current issue, I. 1? -> ' ? *- * ?? cuvuciy ucvoiea 10 propi|&nat seeking to bridge the gap between the farmer and the city worker. '"Six out of ieven Americans who work for a living are in overalls," the article says, "and Ave of the seven work for wagel; one of the seven works at farming. These men and women and their families form most of the 'public.' These are the people who make up the bulk of the consuming class. The dollars they earn and spend make America's economic machine tick. fssue Most Bm Settled "Now that the war is over, men in overalls have a fight on their hands to make America a full pro duction country in peace as well as in war. Not all Americans agree. The time is here when that issue must be settled. Wage earners are the first to join the Issue, for un employment is growing. It's a strug gle for life, for the right to work, for the right to raise a family by decent living standards. And unless these men in overalls win the battle for full production, full employment and full wages now, it won't be long before farmers in overalls are en gaged in a life and death struggle for good markets at parity prices. For all men in overalls are in the same boat, they ride the wares ot prosperity together, they sink to de pression together. If wage earners are making money, so are farmers. If men walk the streets looking foi work, men on farms burn wheat, dump milk, leave cotton unpicked That's depression, and Main street suffers while Wall street trembles. "Studies by the U. S. federal trads commission indicate that factory la bor cost of farm machinery is only a small part of the total pries cnargea 10 rarmtri. rot example, ? three-bottom tractor plow tor whicl (armtri paid 9151.10 had a menu tacturing labor coat ot only $11.17 For a craam aaparator, which hat about tha highest manutacturtoi cost of any agricultural implement tha cost was $100.94 and only $14.81 went to the wage earners who pro duced it On that cream aaparator tha manufacturer's profits ran to 11 par cent and tha retailer's margin h 3$ par cant ot the selling price. Vnimmm Arm Likm Co-Ops "Just as farmers have tha righ to organize co-ope to get fair prices so city workers have tha right U organize unions to got fair wages anc working conditions. Nearly half o all farmers, 1,730,000 in 1941-43, an organized in 7,533 selling co-ops There are also 10,300 buying co-opi with 1 >30,000 fanner members. Mori than one-third of wage and salariet workers, over 14 million, are organ ized in labor unions. Labor, liki agriculture, deals with organizei business. Labor, like agriculture has organized to get a fair deal. "When AAA crop control pro grams ware in effect, co-operalini farmers didn't like to have non co-operators ride free. Those wh didn't co-operate got lower loans and with marketing quotas paid pen ? ItUe M I? ? ? St. -* ?hop in agriculture. Union don't like tree rid en cither. "Business got government privi lege long ego. It secured the right to organize corporation*. It also got subsidies from the government, in cluding high tariffs, franchises and many other forma c< privilege. "Agriculture first woo the right to bargain collectively for fair prices through tax-exempt co-ops. 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