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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)
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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. Then in
the 1930s labor woo the right to bar
gain collectively through unions. In
the 1930s also, agriculture woo the
right to parity prices, correspond
ing to minimum wages, and to con
Irtl^prodnrtton. correspoarttng to
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