Thursday. September 11, 1941
MARKED
MAN
By H. C. WIRE
* D. Apr’eton-Century
WNU Service
SYNOPSIS
CHAPTER I—Summoned to the C C
ln central Nevada, desert-wise
wait Gandy is on i is wav to help his
Old range panne’-. Bill Hollister. Riciirr
through unfamiliar country. Wait is
stopped short bv a girl—who holds a
f'--, e 'h- • r ' n § position. She knows him.
te s bun how to get to the ranch, and
tells him that they will meet again. Wait
i» allowed to ride on.
CHAPTER ll—Within a quarter of a
n e Item his destination, Walt is stopped
again Tins time by a grotesque, mis
shapen man who tells him s o get out and
then tells hint the C C crew is in Emi
frar.t. the closest town, tor an inquest,
omeone has been murdered.
CHAPTER lll—Riding to the Inquest
Jh Emigrant. Walt leaves his horse at
the livery stable. Before attending the
inquest he asks a few questions. Cash
Cameron, owner of the CC iain?h. is in
trouble. A hard but honest man. Cash
has many enemies. Gandy's eve is
caught by a roan horse tied near the
doorway. It belongs *o the girl who
stopped him earlier In the day.
CHAPTER IV—Chino Drake, former
cook at the C C ranch, has been mur
dered and Sheriff Ed Battle is trying
to pin the blame on Cash Cameron. The
girl is called to the stand. She is Helen
Cameron. Casa's daughter. She seem
ingly faints ar.d, as Gandy rushes to
her aid. slips something in his hand.
It la the bullet from Drake s bodv
CHAPTER V—Walt rents a post office
box and leaves the bullet in it. Leaving
the post office he is accosted by a dark,
swarthy man who offers him a job. He
draws the man out. finds that he wants
to usurp Cameron’s public range land.
Gandy then' turns him down in biting
fashion. The man leaps at Walt, who
whips him after a hard battle. The man
is Fete Kelso, foreman of the 77 ranch,
an outfit hostile to Cameron.
CHAPTER Vl—Gandy Is called to the
sheriff's office, where he meets Hollister
and Sheriff Battle. Hollister, this time,
is really glad to see htm. Battle tells
Hollister that Cameron is through!
CHAPTER VTl—Hollister and Gandy
return to the CC. There they find Cash
Cameron and Bent Lavic, the crippled
man who stopped Gandy on his previous
visit. Paul Champion, a young .cow
puncher, is with them. Later Hollister
borrows tw o hundred dollars from Gandy
CHAPTER Vlll—That evening Walt
meets Helen Cameron In the kitchen.
From the first he has been drawn to her.
Then she tells him that Eill Hollister is
one of the finest men she has ever known.
The words, though he has known her
thoughts before, hurt htm.
CHAPTER IX—The bawling of cattle
that night brought Walt out to investi
fate. He thinks that bawling is caused
y the smell of blobd! Curious, he steps
fnto the saddle shed. Then the shed
door opens slowly. In the darkness he
smells perfume. It is Helen. Angry, she
leaves, but not until she warns him to
forget the C. C.
CHAPTER X—Walt tells Hollister that
he wants information. Hollister tells
him that Cash Cameron, thought to be
worth a fortune, is flat broke. The mur
der of Chino Drake may be his finish.
Gandy knows that any one of three peo
ple may be responsible for Drake’s death.
He also points out to Hollister that Ran
ger Powell, Cameron’s alibi for Drake’s
death, has disaooesrswi
CHAPTER Xl—Riding the range, Hol
lister and Gandy meet Pete Kelso and
two of his hired men Holster
no gun play, but in self defense Gandy
is forced to shoot one of Kelso s m«*n
chapter xii—Walt and Hollister
meet Cash Cameron as they leave the
scene of the shooting. He is considera
bly upset when he hears of the gun duel,
and tells Gandy that he wants no gun
fighting, and that he may be forced to
allow the 77 ranch to have its own way
si regard to a water hole dispute rather
than risk gun battle.
CHAPTER Xm—Cameron, Walt and
Hollister find the body of Ranger Pow
ell, Cash’s alibi. Hollister insists that
Cameron hide out. He knows that evi
dence points straight to Cameron as the
murderer of Drake and Powell.
CHAPTER XIV—In talking with Horse
thief Fisher, his confidant, Walt finds
that Jeff Stoddard, owner of the hostile
77 ranch, has long liked Helen, and
that he once courted her openly. Then
Bent Lavic stepped in and fired a tew
■hots at Stoddard, ending his courting.
CHAPTER XV—A shot in the mgni
demands investigation and Gandy finds
that Paul Champion has fired at a figure
in the night. Walt gets no place with
his questioning. Every corner is a dead
end. He Is completely baffled by the
turn of events on the C C.
ah —onern oat tie calls on
the C C ranch. He has possession of the
bullet that Helen gave Gandy during the
inquest. He tells them that Cash Cam
eron s game is up ar»fi that he might
m well surrender.
CHAPI’ER XV7I —A lone night ride
takes Gandy to the disputed water hole,
where he discovers Helen. Furious at
first, she cools off sufficiently to talk to
him. Then she tells him the range war
is near an end. She is going to marry
Stoddard owner of the 77 ranch.
CHAPTER XVIII—When Helen leaves
the water hole, Gandy discovers that
she has buried a rifle m the mud. It is
Hollister’s! Walt returns to the ranch,
only to find that Hollister has gone to see
Stoddard of the 77. Walt tells Helen
she will never marry Stoddard; that ne
loves net.
CHAPTER XlX—wait rides after Hol
lister. He threads his way among the
hills toward the 77. On a narrow trail
he meets another rider. Shots are ex
changed and Walt is injured his horse
killed. Walking, he finds bloodstains left
by Hollistnr
CHAPTER XX— Stumbling to a range
cabin. Gandy finds the Sadly injured Hob
lister. Hzlen rides up, and Wait teus
ber to ride for the C C bunch. They
help. Then Hollister teUs Walt his story.
He had suspected Gameron was guilty
nf murdering Drake and Powell, wow
be fs sure Stoddard is behind the mur
ders Walt, to his surprise, is now part
owner of the C C. The two hundred
dollar loan to Hollister cleared his pa-
Ders. His story ended, idollister dies.
CHAPTER XXI
HOLLISTER was dead; but what
he had started to do could still
be done. He had wanted to settle
this trouble single-handed, without
risking the lives of more C C peo
ple-young Champion, Horsethief
Fisher, Helen herself. Walt Gandy
believed he could carry it through.
Some time between half-past one
and half-past two, riding Hollister’*
black, he returned up the west cut
ana temped o ' Uf upon !JraiTie
stiff steer hide that had been hang-
CH.. 0 " 8 hmb of the water-hole
cedar was now in a roll beneath his
rone V by lo(1 P s <* his
hifl HIS nght hand guided the
black away from the ravine head in
a quartering sharply north
dr*e ™ cattle which he
had seen this afternoon would move
toward Lie sink at about two miles
an hour. That gave them perhaps
doL m s ‘\ bef ° r ° ,hey had b «Med
down for the night. They would still
be a couple of miles short of the
sink rims. Yet tjiere was consid
erable chance for error, Gandy
knew, in this figuring.
Here on the prairie top he could
hardly see his hands in front of his
face; his northward course was cho
sen more out of instinct than any
thing else. Only faintly, at rare
times, could he distinguish a divi
si n between the level earth and
t .e overcast sky. And know at least
he was not riding toward a jump
o,l. Wind generally swept from the
northwest th ; s time cf year. He
kept his face into that.
Eveiy move Walt Gandy made
was mechanical, with a old dendlv
calm Never had his feelings been
so close to those of a killer. He
locked forward with no fear nor mis
gr, mgs. The thing was merely fact
—if there came a hitch in the busi
ness ahead, he would kill.
His greatest concern was that
he might stumble upon the cattle
and jump the herd before finding
the men who guarded it. He want
ed the men. One man. Jeff Stod
dard.
It was perhaps an hour, half-past
three, when the biting wind came
laden with something besides the
cold—the odor of cattle, not un
pleasant to a cowman’s nostrils.
Gandy drew his horse in. He rested
the hide roll acrcss his caddie. His
wounded left leg bothered him and
he let it hang straight for a mo
ment.
He sat absolutely still. To one un
initiated in working range cattle, it
would not seem possible that two
thousand head might be lying there
within a stone’s throw. He could
imagine them with noses tucked
back against bent forelegs avoid
ing the cold, the herd giving off no
sound whatever if it was comforta
bly bedded. An outsider would not
know, either, the lightning swiftness
with which these same animals
could rise and hit the ground, run
ning. Any foreign noise could start
that jump, or even the unexpected
stamp of a horse’s hoof too near
seme light sleeper.
Walt Gandy sat waiting for some
time, until certain he had the bed
ground located straight in front of
him, off perhaps a couple of hundred
paces.
Stiffly he drew his left foot up to
the stirrup. He shifted the rolled
hide over and let it down onto the
ground, leaving his rope looped
about it. There might be some
difficulty in finding the hide again,
yet edging forward once more, he
could mark the gray blob it made
against the dark prairie.
A little later, certain that he was
close to the bedded herd and in the
route of night guards who would
be riding circle. Gandy halted, slid
from his saddle and dropped the
black’s reins.
The horse stood anchored, head
lowered into the unbroken sweep of
fall wind. Gandy moved back half
a dozen steps and crouched down.
Now from this position, melted into
the earth, he could faintly make
out the animal in front of him and
a sector of prairie horizon lined
against the overcast heavens.
He did not have long to wait.
Cowhands riding night herd don’t
sing altogether to amuse them
selves. They want to let the cattle
know they are moving around, and
by the familiarity of a human voice
avoid the sudden jump and stam
pede that Gandy himself had been
wary of. In less than five minutes
after he had hunkered low, he heard
the swish of a rider coming through
dry prairie grass, and the unmusi
cal monotone of the man’s cow-lul
laby.
The rider was bearing out of the
northwest along with the sweep of
wind. Cigarette smoke drifted ahead
of him. Then there came a pin
point of red light that alternately
glowed, faded, and presently de
scribed a downward arc as the butt
was thrown away.
Gandy drew his thirty-eight, for
if the rider continued direct ap
proach he would discover the black
horse in another two or three min
utes. The tired animal had lifted
his head, but then dropped it with
out nickering and now remained mo
tionless.
The looming form was within five
paces when Walt Gandy spoke with
out rising: “Reach up, you! Quick!
And quiet Don’t spur that horse
of yours, either!”
There was a split second in which
the figure jerked, and if he could
have located the voice, guns would
have flared. Then Walt saw two
arms go up. “Drop it'” he snapped.
A revolver spun downward and thud
ded. He stood up, giving orders
low-voiced while moving across the
short space between himself and
the mounted man: “Turn and slide
down, facing me. Don’t grab any
thing. I don’t usually play ball this
way. Now stand there.
He stepped up to a lean range
rider of about his own height, thrust
the thirty-eight in close and felt
for more weapons. There were none.
He reached out and slid the rifle
from its saddle scabbard.
“Now.” he said, “gather up both
horses and walk the way I tell
YOU-”
The arms came down. “L::/.
here .
“Shut up!” sa ! d Gandy “T\:-h
square about and go straight
ahead.”
In time, walking b:hind his pris
oner and the two animals, he come
tc the steer hide, angled on a short
distance to the Irft of it and halted
Rapidly he took down the man’s
own rope, ordered him to stretch
full length upon the earth and bound
him.
His voice was quiet: every action
was in that coJd deadly calm. ”I,is
icn, you Carefully Because I’m
going to kill you.’’ He paused, then
finished. “Right here on the spot
j unless you give me tire dope. Is
; Jeff Stoddard with the herd?’’
j He bent over. From flat on h’s
, back, the man glared up, silent.
Gandy clicked the hammer f his
: gun. “Better speak up. br-’her.
, What you say won't work to hurt
; you any But what you don’t say v; .11
'check you out. Is J i: ff St- dciard
with the herd or not?"
“Yes." came the answer.
“Where? In camp or meat-rid
ing?”
i “How do ! know!”
j Gandy stabbed d-wnward Tim
; gun muzzle pressed against hard
| flesh.
“Honest, 1 don’ throw!”
“Then what’s y ur password to
| night?”
The reply came more prcmptly,
i "On guard.”
i "And the- answer to that?”
I “Hands down.”
“You better be sure that’s rgH.”
i Gandy warned, "because I'm g - ng
to try it. and if it doesn't work I'll
come back and kill you.”
He reached down, yanked the
! man’s coat tail up over his h«ad and
tied rope ends around it. muffling
him.
In the course of half an hour two
riders approaching warily from op
posite Erections across the black
I prairie, came to a stop.
“On guard,” said one, low-toned.
“Hands down,” replied the other.
They closed in.
“Up:” said Gnr.dy. gun whipped
into startled eyes. “Quick! No
sound, you! Keep ’em like that, kick
your foot out and ccrne down fac
ing me.”
He followed to the ground, added
to his collection of guns and then,
afoot, drove this second prisoner
back in the same direction as the
first, but not within sight of each
other. These men ail looked alike
to him, hard, long-backed, tight
mouthed. Yet his cold words
brought talk enough, and he left th.s
one as he had that other, bound flat,
and head swathed In a coat. He
still had no definite news cf the 77
owner.
Whether his approach to the herd
this time was a little misjudged, or
an animal had shifted its bed out
from the edge, he didn’t know. A
lone critter rose suddenly almost un
der his horse's nose.
The black wheeled. The steer
plunged off in a stiff-legged jump,
then circled to see what had broken
into its sleep. Split hoofs had rat
tled unnaturally loud in what had
been dead silence, and now. about
faced, the animal took a snorting
breath.
Gandy waited, his horse pulled
In, praying the fool steer would quiet
down and not start the others. Then
next moment at his back a voice
said:
“On guard.”
“Hands down,” he answered,
shifting his horse around.
Immediately the voice snarled,
“What’s the matter with you. you
J damn fool! Jumping a cow like that!
1 Want to start ’em running?” The
rider came close, growling, “Time
to change the guard. Go on in.”
i Gandy’s gun flicked into the dim
face. His words rapped the night.
“Put your hands up! I mean it.
you! Put ...”
The upward flick of his gun con
tinued on in a slashing blow at the
man’s jaw, and his left hand shot
out and grabbed the rider’s reins;
for here was one who took a
chance. He had tried to draw,
i Gandy felt his gun strike bone.
The head snapped backward. Then
the startled horses broke apart and
he could only grab a handful of
clothing, losing both his grip on the
reins and his thirty-eight as he was
yanked from the saddle, still hold
, ing to the other’s coat front.
| They struck earth together, Gan
dy’s arms around a thick body, huge
in size and heavily muscled. It was
a giant of a man he had met here,
and the next moves were those of a
skilled fighter. Twice they relied,
clawing, and then he felt himself
suddenly in a scissors iock between
powerful legs. He wrenched. The
legs held. Iron arms were crushing
him backward. He recoiled from a
savage head butt. His wounded left
leg went numb; his fists lashing in
curving blows seemed unable to con
nect.
i All breath was rapidly being cut
off from him and a blackness more
than the night was flooding, before
his eyes. He braced both arms back
upon the ground, trying to heave
the weight from his body, managed
only to rise a littl# without being
able to turn. And then his outflung
j right hand touched metal. He closed
i upon a gun and put all strength into
a blow aimed at the back of the
gouging head.
Twice he struck. The crushing
weight went limp. Gandy rolled
and struck again. Dizzily he groped
up onto his knees and crouched,
swaying over the inert figure, draw
ing painful breath into his lungs
and fighting through a moment when
: the nrairie too tilted and threatened
vr<- , TDIRIIWp
It was a giant of a man he had
met here.
to uirow (jiui tioAA
The man was breathing but did
i-.. t rarve. Gandy felt over him, lift
ing a revolver from the belt holster,
a.-.a knew then that the gun he had
iwcoveiod first was his own thirty
eight. In a moment he located a
s and of horses munching grass not
for ( if. found the black and the oth
er animal and brought them to the
motionless farm.
Calm deliberation was gone new,
an eager haste flooding over him.
Neither of the othr two prisoners
had tried a desperate break as had
this one, and ihe savagery of his
fighting seemed ail at once mere
than an ordinary fear of capture.
The eyes were opening narrov.dy,
pin-pointir.g up at him. Gaudy
whipped downward with the thirty
eight. “Don’t try yelling! Sit up!”
As nothing happened he reached
over and yanked the man upright.
“I said up--clear up; get unto your
feet!” He helped with a prod of his
right boot toe. The man rose gr g
gdy-
’ Now walk,” said Gandy, jabbing
forward with the gun. He fallow; d,
leading the two horses, and took a
course still to the left of his other
captives.
Far enough, he halted. “Stand
there!”
In rapid movement he pulled the
man's rope from against the saddle
horn, mad£ a loop and dropped it
over the bare head, letting >t fall to
knee level before jerking it tight.
His jerk was sudden, the man lost
balance, tripped and sprawled face
down. Gandy sat on him, bound his
legs, knotting the rope behind out of
reach. He secured the wrists hard
together, and yet allowed for slight
freedom of the fingers, then cut the
rope.
Feeling in the inner coat pocket,
he found an envelope, drew it out
and cupped a match close. Under
the flick of his thumbnail the match
flared once and died in the wind.
Gandy did not strike another, but
put the envelope back in the coat
pocket.
Very deliberately he took the
man’s own gun and emptied it of
all but one shell. He tied a ten-foot
length of rope to the gun butt and
laid it out on the prairie; brought
the free end back toward the prene
figure.
Then he stood looking down.
"Stoddard," he said, “your game’s
up. Two dead men are going to sit
beside you on this prairie top to
night, Drake and Powell, maybe one
more. Now listen. Straight along
this rope is your gun with one
bullet You can roll to it, but if
there’s nothing on your conscience
stay where you are. I ’ire caught two
of your guards and now I’m going
to send your herd back to the hills.
After that I’ll come to see what
you've done about this bullet”
He muffled Stoddard also with a
coat tied around his head, then left
him.
Unbroken darkness still hung over
the prairie, but morning light could
not be far off. Gandy swung the
black into a fast walk until he lo
cated the steer hide, picked it up,
mounted again and circled toward
the bedded herd with the roll under
his left arm.
Net long after that, any old-timers
who were guarding the 77 drive must
have thought they were back in
Indian days, for it was an Indian
stampede trick that Walt Gandy
launched with the abruptness of a
thunderbolt.
In a burst of drumming hoofs his
black horse came down along the
pool of cattle, and at the end of a
forty-foot rope the stiff steer hide,
now outspread, sailed and slapped
the earth, sailed again and slapped
a startled cow. The cow jumped,
bawling. The thing sailed on, rose
swooped, a gray shape that darted
crazily into the air, slammed into
the herd, and all the w r hile set up a
rattling and crackling of dry leather.
Two thousand head of cows were
on the hoof. Their rising sounded
like hail—and then they were on the
run. They knew only one way, back
in the direction they had come.
The earth vibrated and gave off a
rolling thunder. Guns crashed sud
denly up ahead . . . guards trying
to turn the herd back upon itself.
But the animals were in full move.
The gunfire lasted only a moment
The thunder and earth vibration
continued.
Twice Walt Gandy crossed behind
the galloping white-faces, until a
gun blazed close and a bullet winged
oast. He wheeled, throwinsr two
slugs tujnuiy, men was carrita oui
of range by the onrush of his horse.
He cut the hide loose and rede for
a time following the stampede, cer
tain at last that it could not be
checked, ana that these animals j
were headed for the 77 home range. '
Off on his left, southward, a new
ripple of gunfire sounded, and he
heard unm.stakably the fog-horn
voice of Korsethief Fisher, and an
other that was like the baying of a
Texas bloodhound. The C C riders
had come! Bailey too, and his
bunch!
He drew down, resting his wind
ed horse, with a hollow feeling all
at once, and he sat spent, alone as
far as his gaze „v dd penetrate the
prairie top. while the ripple of guns
moved on west and the thunder
of cattle grew more and more dis
tant. i
Mcrnirg grayed at his back. Some
one was coming. He wheeled and
saw Paul Champion loping toward
him.
The boy came up. "Why didn’t you
let me in this 0 Look!” He held up
his foiuy-five. "I ain’t fired a shot!”
Gandy reined over to him and
grinned. “Tha's all right, boy.
Who’s come? Everyone?”
’’Sure. The boss got back, too.
He’s somewhere.”
“Did Helen ...”
Paul turned quickly in his saddle
as if just remembering something.
"Helen was—there she is.” He point
ed into the gray dawn. “Wait, if
she’ll be all right with you I’ll go i
find me some trouble!”
“Go ahead,” said Gandy. “If
there's any left." He swung to the
ground' and was standing braced
against the black horse when Helen
Cameron reined and dropped be
side him.
“Walt!” she cried. “Listen, do
you know? Lavic told me. I made
him talk. It was . . . Walt ... it
was Stoddard! ”
“Wait a minute,” he calmed her.
“Wait now. Then tell me just one
thing. Did Stoddard kill Ranger
Powell?”
“Yes! And Chino Drake!” She
choked, staring up.
“Wait,” said Gandy, putting out a
hand to her.
In a moment her words came
evenly, in full control: “I’m all right
now. When I told Bent Lavic that
Bill Hollister was not going to live,
he talked. It’s too terrible, but he
has been so jea.ous of dad, and
Bill too, that when he knew Chino
Drake was playing traitor, he
wouldn’t tell us. Walt, it was Drake
who took Bill's rifle from the re.cl
and gave it to Stoddard. And Stco
dard shot Powell with that gun!
After that he couldn’t let Drake live.
Don’t you see 0 He killed Chino and
then put the gun back in our house
himself and the whole thing locked
like the C C’s doing.”
She broke off; going on then with
effort “All this time Sheriff Battle
has had the cast of some tracks.
They were Stoddard’s! But Battle
was trying to prove they were Bill
Hollister's.”
“I know.” said Gandy. "Bill laid
himself open to suspicion by having
those boot tracks flooded out. You
know by this time, don’t you, that
he felt he was shielding your fa
ther?”
She nodded. "I knew that only
last night—there at Outpost cabin.
Oh, if Dad and Bill had only talked!
Each thinking his silence was pro
tecting the other!”
“But, Helen," Walt demanded
suddenly, “you must have known
that Lavic was deep in this thing.
Paul found him prowling around
Powell’s body and took a shot at
him one night. You certainly heard
that shot. And Bent Lavic was the
only man who didn’t say he was off
somewhere else.”
“I did know it!” she cried. “I
felt all along that Bent Lavic knew
too much. But I thought it was
something against Bill Hollister. I’ve
been trying night and day to get it
from him. He is so deaf he couldn't
have heard any of ihose Drake or
Powell shots, but he has eyes that
never miss a thing. Walt, I had ev
ery reason to believe he held infor
mation against Bill Hollister, and
had turned that information over to
Jeff Stoddard.”
•
She finished in e sudden rush of
breath, “Stoddard can't get away!
We can’t let him slip out now!”
Gloved hands reached for her sad
dle.
Gandy held her. "He won’t You
stay here. Don’t leave. I’ll not be
gone long.” He turned and gathered
the black’s reins and had drawn
himself up Into one stirrup, when
from eastward across the prairie
came the rolling vibration of a pis
tol shot One, no more.
Helen blanched, gasping, "What
was that?”
Walt stared into the gray morn
ing; it was a minute before he said:
“Couldn’t mean anything much. But
I guess if you’ll get on your horse,
we’ll ride back together. We*ll find
Fisher, and he can pick up the loose
ends here. Then you and I can go
on in.”
(Continued next week) •
A tiny four-year-old was spend
ing a night away from home. At
bedtime she knelt at her hostess
knee to say her prayers, expecting
the usual prompting. Finding
Mrs. B. unable to help her, she con
cluded thus:
“Please, God, ’scuse me. I can’t
remember my prayers and I’m
stayng with a lady who doesn’t
know any.”—Christian Advocate.
It is no consequence of what
parents a man is bom, so he be a
man of merit.—Horace.
PARK OFFICIALS VIEW i
HATTERAS ISLAND IDEAL
FOR DEVELOPMENT
(Continued Horn Pate ii
will be the early acquisition
of the park. Certainly then,
we should hope to see within
a few years, an excellent road
traversing its while length. >
One index to the wisdom
that has characterized the
planning of the whole thing,
is the thought in exempting
from the park area, the pres
ent villages, with sufficient
land about them to permit
normal expansion for a long.
time to come.
This means that the resi
dents mav continue to build
homes, and carry on without
restriction, all their present
dav activities.
But the proper protection j
and policing, and conserva-'
tion methods that are antiei-!
pated, will mean that the for- j
ests may thrive in strength I
and beauty, that the beaches!
will become green with grass!
and shrubbery, and finally
trees, and that the wild-life
will be sufficiently sheltered, i
and allowed to increase,
i The many would-be hunt
ers who might come in, will
not be allowed to take with
out restriction, the game on
which many who are resi
dents depend for food and
sport.
Men who own boats or who
are hunting guides, will be
listed and permitted to earn
good incomes bv accommoda
ting visitors. Hotels filling
stations, stores. bathing j
areas, and other places that
make oleasant days for visit- !
jors will thrive on new busi
ness brought by a high class
!of people who are genuinely
interested and do not come
for idle gaiety or disorder
i As an example of the type
of visitors who come to see
the interesting things in our
section of the State, it is in
teresting to note this unusual
fact.
| Os the more than 200,000
people who came into Dare
this summer, there has not
been a single killing, a sui
cide, a fatal accident a drown
ing, nor great damage of
property.
: These people have brought
no burdens to our local units
of government, for there have
been no prisoners to feed, no
charity cases to care for, and
nothing unpleasant or regret
able.
They have been delightful,
courteous, and friendly peo
ple to meet, who often leave
us something constructive to
think about, and who depart
with all bills paid, and who
have left in the communities
thousands of dollars that
would never have come here
in any other manner.
We have only touched the
surface of the possibilities
for attracting to this region
more and more each year
from the 140 millions of peo
! pie in our 48 states.
The future is just as big
for us as we wish to make it,
but it will call for nerve and
vision and a sincere spirit of
, cooperation.
j We will live to see the day,
when the most important
parts of the three counties of
Currituck. Dare and Hyde
will be the heretofore little
thought of. and little valued
seashore sections. Under the
park service will come their
day in the sun, and they will
; outshine in radiance and
i splendor, and even in utili
tarian worth to the counties
and State, the heretofore
j more favored regions.
I Like the story of the lec
turer w bo told about the
‘ acres of diamonds,” we too
i have discovered our greatest
(assets are in our own back
I y ar d. It has been our nature
| too long to value only that
I which was easiest to reach,
j that we have been mighty
slow to watch the worth of
the thing that is now waking
up.
We might easily call the
once isolated beaches, the
; Rip Van Winkle of the North
! Carolina coast. We might
jfor a further and more apt
comparison, call it a “sleep
jing giant.”
But now we know that it
, has been a sleeping giant,
and we know too, that a
clamoring populace, discover
ing- its unsuspecting wonders,
is banging at the door for ad
mission. The Carolina coast
is stretching its limbs and
getting ready ,to go to town.
When it gets there, we are
goin" a time
L”° it.
! BUXTON NEWS ITEMS
Mr. and Mrs. Corbette Burrus
and *on, Winston, of Norfolk,
spent ten days at Buxton and Hat
teras visiting relative.* and friends.
Mrs. Syble Onslow of Boston,
Mass., is the guest of her mother,
Mrs. Caddie Gaskins.
Miss Pauline liollinson is in New
i York City visiting Miss Alma
Payne.
C'nesley Midgett has returned to
Wilmington, Del., after spending a
few days with his parents, Mr. and
Mrs. L. D. Midgett.
Mrs. Melissa Gray has returned
from Portsmouth, Va., where she
visited her daughter, Mrs. Bill
Williams and family,
j Mr. and Mrs. I.». D. Midgett spent
' the day in Manteo with his mother,
Mrs. Guthrie Midgett before she
left for New London, Conn., to
visit her daughter, Mrs. W. W.
, Balance.
Mrs. Christania Scarborough and
daughter are visiting relatives at
Cape Charles. Ya.
E. R. Midgett and son, Boyce,
'nave returned from Norfolk.
Wallace Gray is visiting his
parents, Mr. and Mrs. C. P. Gray.
Jlrs. Janet Finnegan and chil
dren are spending some time here.
Mrs. Lilia Quidley is visiting
her daughter, Mrs. Mack Swain
in Norfolk.
Mrs. Nellie Barnett and children
have moved to Elizabeth City
where she will enter her children
Sigma and Andrew, Jr., in scliiol.
Mrs. Angelina Farrow has re
turned home after visiting her
daughter, Mrs. Celia Carson in
Corolla, N. C.
Mr. and Mrs. Wallace Jennette
and children of Raleigh, spent
some time here this summer visit
ing relatives and friends.
Mrs. Durwood Hardisty and baby
left Monday for Norfolk to visit
■ her sister.
j Rufman Gray of the U.S.C.G. is
j spending his leave with his family.
Mr. and Mrs. Clyde Gray and
children of Arkansas are visiting
<>rs. Gray’s parents, Mr. and Mrs.
Cyrus Gray.
Miss Estella Midgett has re
turned home after spending some
time in Norfolk with her brother,
Ralph Midgett and family.
Mrs. Irene Austin returned home
last week from Jersey where she
visited her brother, Jarvis Barnett.
Mrs. Lueretia Willis of Manteo
was in Buxton last week on busi
ness.
ELIZABETH DOUGH HAD
NARROW ESCAPE FRIDAY
Elizabeth Dough, 13-year-old
daughter of Mr. ami Mrs. Lee
Dough of Manteo, narrowly es
caped losing the sight of one eye
last Friday, whep she was acci
dentally hit with a door spring.
Elizabeth was at White lake with
a group of 4-H club boys and girls
and and boy and girl scouts who
were camping there for a week
when the accident occurred. She
was rushed to a hospital in Fay
etteville and Mr. and Mrs. Dough
went there to be with her. On
Sunday she was removed to a Nor
folk hospital and put under the
care of a specialist. While it will
he some time beiore she can use
her eyes for any close work, Eliza
beth wifi not lose her eyesight un
less unforeseen complications set
in. Mr. and Mrs. Dough and the
little girl are now at the home of
Dr. and Mrs. L. H. Ames in Nir
folk, where they will remain for
several days more. Mr. and Mrs.
Dough were accompanied to Fay
etteville last weey by Arvin Bis
night and Charlie Midgett, Jr.
JUNIOR WOMAN’S CLUB
SELECTS YEAR’S PROJECT
Four members of the Manteo
Junor Woman’s Club attended the
(fall executive luncheon of the dis-
Jtrict, held Wednesday at the Ma
sonic building at Camdrni. They
| were Miss Maxine Tillett, presi
dent of the local clnb, Mrs. St,
Clair Tillett, Jr., Mrs, Raymond
Wescott and Miss Wilma Jones,
iAt the meeting Miss Tillett ex
tended an invitation to the district
to hold the 1942 meeting at Man
teo. The invitation was informally
accepted.
The Manteo club met Tuesday
evening for the first- business gath
ering of the fall, and voted to un
dertake as their nroject for the
year the sponsorship of the Man
teo fire house. This project will
include the furnishing of office
furniture for the fire house and of
personal equipment, such as rain
coats, etc., for the firemen. The
Uub will also continue to sponsor
the First-Aid room at the Manteo
school house, which was put in
readiness for the vear Thursday.
mrs. Daniels hostess
AT BRIDGE MONDAY NIGHT
! Mrs. Helen Duvall Daniels en
tertained a number of friends at a
bridge partv Mondav evening a*
her home. Three tables were' ar
ranged for plav, and at the end o r
the evening Mrs. Hugh Basnight
was awarded high score, bingo
prize going to Miss Delnoy Burrus.
Leomnade was served during the
games, and a sa'-id plate at tb-> end
of play. Guests included Miss Ruth
Evans, Miss Delon- Burrus. Miss
Addie Gould Mrs. R. H. Atkinson,
p rs '. E - R M'dgett’ Mrs. Hugh
Lasmgh Mrs. Vernon Davis, Mrs.
Ravmond Wescott, Mrs. Frank
White, Mrs. Clalee Dunnagan. Mrs.
wies Morgan and Mrs. Hugh
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