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THURSDAY, FEB. 20, 1941
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SYNOPSIS
CHAPTER I—Summoned to the CC ranch
in central Nevada, desert-wise Walt Gandy
ia on his way to help his old range partner.
Bill Hollister. Riding through unfamiliar
country. Walt is stopped short by a girl—
who holds a rifle in firing position. She
knows him. tells him how to get to the
ranch, and tells him that they will meet
again.' Walt is allowed to ride on.
CHAPTER II—With'n a quarter of a mile
from his destination, Walt is stopped again.
This time by a grotesque, misshapen man
who tells him to get out and then tells him
the crew is in Emigrant, the closest
town, for an inquest. Someone has been
murdered.
CHAPTER HI—Riding to the Inquest in
Emigrant, Walt leaves his horse at the liv
ery stable. Before attending the inquest he
asks a few questions. Cash Cameron, owner
of the ranch, is in trouble. A hard but
honest man. Cash has many enemies.
Gandy’s eye is caught by a roan horse tied
near the doorway. It belongs to the girl
who stopped him earlier in the day.
CHAPTER IV—Chino Drake, former cook
at the ranch, has been murdered and
Sheriff Ed Battle is trying to pin the blame
on Cash Cameron. The girl is called to the
stand. She is Helen Cameron, Cash's daugh
ter She seemingly faints and, as Gandy
rushes to her aid. slips something in his
hand. It is the bullet from Drake’s body.
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 Cam
eron’a 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 Pete Kelso, foreman of the 77
ranch, an outfit hostile to Cameron.
CHAPTER VI—Gandy ia called to the
sheriff's office, where he meets Hollister
and Sheriff Battle. Hollister, this time, is
really glad to see him. Battle tells Hollis
ter that Cameron is through I
CHAPTER VII—Hollister and Gandy re
turn to the C. There they find Cash
Cameron and Bent Lavic, the crippled man
who stopped Gandy on his previous visit.
Paul Champion, a young cowpuncher, is
with them. Later Gandy meets Horsethief
Fisher, another employee. Walt is still
unable to find the root of difficulties.
Neither Cameron nor Hollister will talk.
Hollister, however, borrows two hundred
dollars from Gandy.
CHAPTER VTH—That evening Walt meets
Helen Cameron in the kitchen. From the
first he has been drawn to her. Then she
tells him that Bill Hollister is one of the
finest men she has ever known. The words,
though he has known her thoughts before,
hurt him.
CHAPTER IX—The bawling of cattle that
night brought Walt out to investigate. He
thinks that bawling is caused by the smell
of blood! Curious, he steps into 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.
CHAPTER X—Walt tells Hollister that he
wants information. Hollister tells him that
Cash Cameron, thought to be worth a for
tune, is fiat broke. The murder of Chino
Drake may be his finish. Gandy knows that
any one of three people may be responsible
for Drake s death. He also points out to
Hollister that Ranger Powell, Cameron’s
alibi for Drake’s death, has disappeared.
CHAPTER XI—Riding the range Hol
lister and Gandy meet Pete Kelso and two
of his hired men. Hollister wants no gun
play, but in self defense, Gandy is forced to
shoot one of Kelso's men.
CHAPTER XII—Walt and Hollister meet
Cash Cameron as they leave the scene of
the shooting. He is considerably 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 in regard to a water hole dis
pute rather than risk gun battle.
CHAPTER XIII—Cameron. Walt and Hol
lister find the body of Ranger Powell, Cash’s
alibi. Hollister insists that Cameron hide
out. He knows that evidence 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 few shots at Stoddard, ending
his courting.
CHAPTER XV—A shot in the night de
mands investigation and Gandy finds that
Paul Champion has fired at a figure in the
night. Walt gets no place with his ques
tioning. Every corner is a dead end. He
is completely baffled by the turn of events
on the C.
CHAPTER XVI—Sheriff Battle calls on
the ranch. He has possession of the
bullet that Helen gave Gandy during the
inquest. He tells them that Cash Cameron's
game is up and that he might as well sur
render.
CHAPTER XVII—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
Cells 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 in 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 he loves her.
CHAPTER XIX—Walt rides after Hollis
ter. He threads his way among the hills
toward the 77. On a narrow trail he meets
another rider. Shots are exchanged and
Walt is injured, his horse killed. Walking,
he finds bloodstains left by Hollister.
(Now go on with the story)
From this distance he saw a
choice of three ways up. Along
the sheer rock face three deep
notches showed within a mile of one
another. The first seemed to bear
too far southward. Either the sec
ond or third appeared more in his
course due west. There was no
way to tell into which one Hollister
had gone, and staring hard as he
approached the silent cuts, Walt
Gandy felt for the first time a cold
dread. Then, nearer, he saw some
thing that jerked him to instant
wariness.
A low rock wall had been built
across the first ravine mouth to pre
vent cattle from drifting west
out of the sink. That wall now lay
scattered. It was the same in the
second cut. By the time he had
charged on to the third, the sign was
plain 77 men had thrown these bar
riers down to let their cattle
through. The drive of two thou
sand head was coming—even now
some of the 77 guards might be
watch ng the rims above him. Still,
Kelso and Stoddard had not expect
ed fight from the C.
Gandy wheeled suddenly up the
third cut.
He shoved around the next bends
at a faster pace, all at once wanting
to be out of this. No wind reached
him down here, and no sound save
the rapid pad of his palomino’s
hoofs. He felt the oppression of
being caged in, and riding blind.
Then when he least expected it, the
cut struck sharply upward there
was a short scramble on loose rock,
a funneling away of the walls, and
he rose abruptly upon the open
prairie.
An immediate sweeping glance
took in a circle of flat empty land.
He was alone. But then far west
ward where this top began a long
lift, a dark smudge showed against
gray earth. The 77 drive. Seven
miles off, Gandy judged, though
maybe more. They’d not reach the
watch. Three o’clock dark in an
other two hours. Hollister? He
rocked up onto his feet, hands on
the saddle horn and stood searching
that sector of prairie west and south
west.
He reined his pony south, seeking
the heads of those other two ra
vines, for surely into one of them
Hollister had started. There was
no other way west. Again as he
rode on, bowed into a cold wind,
there settled upon him a dull con
stant dread, the sense of an inevita
ble ending here which Hollister him
self had predicted.
He had covered less than a quar
ter of a mile when a rider seemed
to leap from the very earth. His
horse was in a tight run, the man
bent forward, and he had shot out
like that, Gandy knew, from one of
the other w’est cuts. He was headed
for the 77 drive and through the first
minute after his sudden appearance
it was plain that he did not know
there was another on the prairie top.
Gandy clapped spurs to the palo
mino, loosening the thirty-eight in
its belt holster as he quartered to
ward the fleeing man. This party
was getting away from something
no doubt about that. His head
turned, and then in a jerk upon
shortened reins, he set his horse
back with all hoofs sliding. In the
same move his right hand had
crossed over to the left of his sad
dle smoothly a rifle ran from the
scabbard there and whipped up to
his shoulder.
Things happened then. Distance
was too ‘far for the thirty-eight.
Wheeling his own mount Walt Gan
dy made a vain try with two rapid
shots. He saw dust kick up in front
of the other’s horse. Wind snatched
a white wisp from the rifle barrel
leveled toward him and a hornet
zinged close to his ear. Again he
saw the white wisp and his palo
mino jumped straight up. He heard
that second report, a third and the
earth rose and slammed him from
the saddle.
Breath went out of him and he
fought a black fog that thickened be
fore his eyes. It could have lasted
only a few seconds. He came out
of it crouched behind the body of
his horse, gun trained across the
bulging side. The other man was
streaking away once more in a head
long run.
Walt Gandy stood up and was not
aware until then that he was shot
in the left leg. It felt as if a red
hot rod was suddenly stabbed into
his flesh near the knee. His knee
was stiff his blue jeans already be
ginning to stain. But again that
went momentarily out of his mind
as he stared down at the unmoving
palomino. The little beast was dead.
The fact registered now only in a
numbing way too much impended
for him to feel the full sense of his
loss. Rapidly he stripped off the
saddle, blanket, and bridle, shoul
dered them and turned toward the
ravine out of which the unknown
rider had appeared. On the rim he
looked back. He would never want
to own another pale gold horse.
Now it was a matter of getting
back to Outpost Camp with no time
lost, and searching the ravine on the
way. The rider might have left
him for dead. Still it would be no
good if others came ahead and found
him on 77 ground afoot.
The cut slanted in a sharp descent
at first, then leveled out in a wind
ing sand bottom much like the one
up which he had ridden. High-heeled
boots were never made for rapid
walking. He limped on, shifting the
saddle from shoulder to shoulder. He
was perhaps halfway to the sink
when two brass shells glittered
against the sand. Gandy scooped
them up, put them to his nose.
Next he had let the saddle gear fall
and was stumbling ahead, for the
shells still had in them the rancid
smoke of freshly burned powder.
Within fifty paces the sand showed
that Hollister’s horse had come to
a sudden stop, had wheeled, plunged
sidewise. AU the marks of am
bush were here in a tangle of tracks
—and then a spot where a man had
fallen, bleeding.
Gandy ran on, reading signs
where the horse had come to a halt,
and where Hollister had remounted.
Relief swept him. Bill was not
dead. But farther on he was fol
lowing a trail of blood stains
dropped evenly every two paces.
CHAPTER XX
LL HOLLISTER had clung to his
saddle, until, within .twenty feet
of the cabin at Outpost Camp. Stum
bling up, Gandy saw where he had
pitched to the ground, then dragged
himself c-n a short distance. He
was lying now on his back, left arm
folded under his head, inert, but
conscious. His eyes opened at the
thud of boots and in them a know
ing smile kindled. He started to
speak.
“Save it,” said Gandy. “Think
you’re a swell prophet, don’t you!”
He bent over. “How are you, Bill?
Where are you hit?”
Not until he had moved the man
a little to lift him, did he see the
right arm almost shot away, and a
widening spot of blood from another
wound somewhere in Hollister’s
back. His own injury was nothing
compared to this a continued stiff
ening of the left knee, but the stain
on his blue jeans was drying. He
picked Bill Hollister up bodily, car
ried him to the cabin and booted the
door inward.
Outpost Camp was the usual range
shack, an overnight stopping-place
for a man riding circle, or the cen
ter of a more lively scene for a week
during fall or spring round-up. In
side was a rough table, half a dozen
boxes for chairs, four double-tier
bunks and a stove. It was no
more barren nor isolated than most,
yet entering with the wounded man,
Walt Gandy felt that a place had
never been so desolate.
He laid Hollister on the straw tick
of a lower bunk near the stove,
pushed back the stove lids and
crammed brush stems in onto ash
that was still warm. There was no
wood here in the bottoms. The
brush flared. Methodically he went
out to the spring for water, brought
in a full bucket, poured some in
a basin to heat, some in the coffee
pot, went out for more fuel—and all
the time he was telling himself that
a tough fellow like that one in there
couldn’t die, knowing that he could.
Hollister lay face down, saying
nothing during the minutes Walt
worked over him, cleaning sand
from the shattered right arm, then
putting on a tight bandage to stop
the blood. The back wound was
only a small neat hole but what
the bullet had dqne internally was
beyond Gandy’s help, save for the
ease of coffee and soothing warmth
from the red-hot stove. In time
someone would come. He could only
wait.
Finished with his first-aid, he
brought the coffee pot, two tin cups
and sat down on a box beside the
bunk. Hollister w’as over on his
back now, his head propped upon a
folded coat, and that quiet, know
ing smile had never left his eyes.
He managed the cup with his left
hand. They sat there drinking, si
lent.
Not much talk had ever been
needed between these two. For a
time now they did not talk at all.
Hollister opened his mouth and
took a cigarette held out for him.
Then he lay silently smoking. But
there was something he wanted to
talk about and seamed waiting un
til enough strength was stored. His
eyes sobered to their deep-set, study
ing look.
Walt Gandy saw, and felt instinc
tively that he did not want to listen.
He did not want a confession, if
that was what Hollister had on his
mind. What did it matter?
Twice he shook his head to stave
off talk, until with effort the lank
man burst out: “Turn around here!
I’ve got things to tell you. And I
haven’t got much time.”
“They’ll keep,” said Gandy.
“You’re going to pull out of this all
right. The ranch knows where we
are and someone will come trailing
us if we don’t show up. You keep
quiet.” But he drew his eyes from
the pain-ridden face. If they were
coming, they’d better hurry!
“No,” Hollister managed dogged
ly. “I want you to understand some
thing.”
Gandy’s head lifted and he looked
across the flickering light to where
Hollister lay in shadow. “Maybe
I do already, Bill. Never mind.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Let it go, Bill.”
“Well, I don’t think ypu do,” Hol
lister said. “It’s Helen I w’ant to
talk about.”
“Walt? Have you fallen in love
with that girl?”
The question came so pointedly
that Walt Gandy stared. Then he
countered: “What difference does
that make one way or the other?”
“All the difference, in what I say
to you,” Hollister answered, and the
grave tone of his voice showed this
deeply important to him. “Have
you?”
Walt Gandy admitted only, “I’ve
never met anyone like her.”
“Good,” said Hollister. “That’s
enough.’” Though his lean face was
in half dark, he seemed to be smil
ing to himself, pleased with some
thing, and Gandy wondered.
Hollister waited to regain breath.
Unexpectedly he asked: “You must
have an idea by this time, haven’t
you, who killed Chino Drake?”
Walt Gandy’s gaze slid to the
floor. He said nothing. What did
it matter now?
Hollister persisted. “And Ranger
Powell, too. But maybe you haven’t
figured the reason ...”
“Bill! Shut up!”
Gandy was up onto his feet. Out
side, Hollister’s horse had nickered.
He puffed out the candle and cov
ered the open stove hole. Cat-walk
ing to the window his first thought
was that no one from the could
be here so soon ... it was some
of the 77.
Beyond the window pane was only
solid blackness of night. He shifted
along to the door, put his left hand
on the knob and held it.
For perhaps five minutes after
the first tentative call from Hollis
ter’s horse there was no other sound.
Then in the same instant, boot soles
crunched and someone rapped on
the door.
Gandy waited, thirty-eight aimed
at hip level.
The sharp rap came again, and a
voice, saying, “Bill! Bill Hollister?”
He jerked the door inward, sheath
ing the gun “Helen! Help'
are you?”
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dark, invisible at only a nttle more
than arm’s length. Then she gasped,
“Walt! Has something happened?
What are you deing?”
He stepped back. “Are you
alone?”
“No. Paul is out there with the
horses.”
Gandy had groped for the candle
in its beer bottle holder, found it and
struck a match. “Come in, Helen.
Bill is over there, on the bunk.”
The girl darted past him, and he
did not turn to look. He heard the
light thud as she flung herself down
beside the wounded man, and a
single fluttering cry of her voice.
Her words came softly after that*
flowing on in tones as soothing as a
caress. He closed the door behind
him and stood outside in the dark.
Time ceased a long blank age
in which a girl’s tvords turned from
caressing to pleading, followed by
silence. At last the door opened,
and Helen groped out with the can
dlelight flickering at her back.
“Walt?”
“I’m here.” He caught her out
stretched hands.
Her voice broke. “I knew it! I
knew something like this had hap
pened and started early in the after
noon. Oh, why didn’t I come soon
er! Is it too late? Walt, if he dies,
I don’t know what I’ll do!”
“He’s tough,” said Gandy.
“You’ve got to go right back, Helen.
I’d go but the 77 has gunmen loose
out here. Phone for a doctor. Tell
Horsethief Fisher to bring on Bailey
and his bunch. We can’t move Hol
lister now.” Her face was close to
him and he saw that she was cry
ing. Her hands gripped his, hard.
“Hurry,” he told her. “Ride like
the devil!”
He heard her at the spring talk
ing to Paul Champion. There burst
a rattle of running hoofs as they
plunged off across the sink, and he
went back inside to Bill Hollister.
At once it seemed as if the girl’s
being here, and what had passed
between them was all the man had
wanted. The fight against pain was
gradually distorting his face, yet
deep under that look his expression
was unbelievably peaceful. He
looked up: “God never made an
other one like her, Walt. I’ve
thought that every minute for two
years, and still do. Now you sit
down here and listen. Don’t you
butt in.”
Gandy hitched his box in close.
“Bill,” he said, “there's not a darn
thing you need to tell me.”
“Plenty I’ve got to tell you!” Hol
lister answered. “You think I killed
Drake and Ranger Powell. I know.
But I didn’t, Walt.”
“Then for
“Wait. I knew that day before
the Drake inquest that my rifle had
vanished from the rack. Under
stand? Before the inquest. It wasn’t
taken by one of Battle’s deputies
while we were in town. I’ve known
that all along.”
(To be continued)
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Market and sons Enin and Berd of
Wapakoneta and Mrs. Eugene Fox
were Sunday dinner guests of Mr.
and Mrs. Harley Smith.
Mr. and Mrs. Dean Dennis of Day
ton were week end guests of Mrs.
Mac Dennis and Mrs Emma Guin.
Mr. and Mrs. Oscar Steinman and
son Larry Dean of Findlay were last
Wednesday evening supper guests of
Mr. and Mrs. Carl Smith and family.
Mr. and Mrs. Richard Pope and
daughter Jill of Lima were Sunday
dinner guests of Mr .and Mrs. Henry
Little son Paul.
Mr. and Mrs. J. G. Harris and son
John Wesley of Mt. Cory and Mr.
and Mrs. Charles Stewart of Pandora
were Sunday dinner guests of Mr.
and Mrs. Enos Bauman.
Jim Lennehan of Findlay was a
week end guest of Mr. and Mrs. C. W.
Conrad and family.
George Farling and son Jack of
Berea spent the week end with rela
tives here.
Mrs. Homer Martin of Indiana
spent Sunday with Mr. and Mrs. Glee
Cantner.
Miss Barbara Lashley spent Satur
day night and Sunday with Mr. and
Mrs. Earl Hoch.
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Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence Ludwig
and family of Dayton were week end
visitors of Mrs. Mina Augsburger
and Miss Louise Schaublin.
Mr. and Mrs. Clair Younkman and
family of West Unity visited Sunday
with Mr. and Mrs. Noah Moser and
Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Younkman.
Mr. and Mrs. Jacob Lee called
Friday on the former’s sister, Mrs.
Mary Tschiegg who is seriously ill
with pneumonia.
Mrs. Cynthia Elliott is visiting
several weeks with Mr. and Mrs. Don
Rader and family at Delaware.
Mrs. W. C. Lacock left Wednesday
for Ft. Bragg, N. C., where she will
visit her husband, Dr. W. C. Lacock
for two weeks.
Mr. ar.d Mrs. Walter Flager of
Lima Mr. and Mrs. Warren Bassett
and daughter, of Bowling Green
Mr. and Mrs. Ed Bassett were Sun
day guests of Mr. and Mrs. Loren
Bassett and family.
Mrs. Etta Yant visited last week
with Mr. and Mrs. Edwin Hochstet
tler at Detroit.
Mrs. Besse Hanna is spending sev-
eral weeks with her sister Mrs.
Charles Gebert at Ecorse, Mich.
Mr. and Mrs. Earl Matter and
daughter Carolyn were Sunday din
ner guests of Mr. and Mrs. Ed Cook
and daughter Helen.
Mrs. Mae Bailey spent the week
end with her daughter Mrs. Helen
Wert and family at Lima.
Mr. and Mrs. Everett Rowland and
Miss Irene Rowland were recent
visitors of Eugene Rowland and
family at McClure.
Miss Nellie Rose spent the week
end with friends in Toledo.
The Win One class of the Meth
odist church were entertained Wed
nesday evening at the home of Mr.
and Mrs. Daniel Younkman. Those
present were: Mr. and Mrs. Ed Herr,
Rev. and Mrs. E. J. Arthur, Mr. and
Mrs. Russell Brackney, Mr. and Mrs.
D. W. Baughman, Mrs. Donald
Michael and children, Mr. and Mrs.
Ray Zimmerman, Miss Ellnora Am
stutz, Mr. and Mrs. Russell Augs
burger, and Mrs. Charles Hall.
Mr. and Mrs. Joe Bogart enter
tained last Sunday Mr. and Mrs.
Waldo Bogart, Mr. and Mrs. Will
Kalb of Lima Mr. and Mrs. Glen
Guisinger and daughter, and Virginia
Bisel of Fostoria Mr. and Mrs. Noah
Geiger of Bluffton.
Miss Luella Bailey spent the week
end with Mr. and Mrs. Elmer
Walthers and family at Findlay.
Paul F. Stoodt is spending sev
eral weeks at Ft. Wayne, Ind.
Miss Jane Lacock is a guest of
Mr. and Mrs. James Burke at
Youngstown.
Mr. George Bowers, Industrial Art
teacher of the Beaverdam school, re
signed Friday and accepted a school
at Defiance.
Mr. and Mrs. Paul Pratt daughter
Betty Jean and son Warren of To
ledo were Sunday dinner guests of
Mrs. Carrie Durkee and daughter
1 Ruth.
Mr. and Mrs. I. J. Amstutz visited
the former’s sister, Mr. and Mrs.
Wesley Baughman at Churubusco,
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Ind., Sunday. They were accompani
ed by Mrs. Bo Bums and son Billy
as far as Convoy, where they visited
with Mrs. Burns’ sister, Mrs. Ken
neth Steiner and family.
Elrose
Miss Janette Basinger was an
over night guest of Miss Kaye Non
namaker Tuesday.
Gene Bish of Toledo was an over
Sunday guest of his parents, Mr. and
Mrs. Evered Bish.
The Charles Marquart farm was
sold last week to Ivan Von Stein.
Mr. and Mrs. Herbert Graham and
son David of Rushsylvania Mr. Gra
ham of West Mansfield Miss
Frances Graham were Sunday after
noon guests at the D. D. Williamson
home.
Mrs. Ruth Steinman of Bluffton
spent Sunday at the A. J. Nonna
maker and Anna Koontz home.
The sextette from Olive Branch
sang at the Mt. Cory Institute Fri
day evening.
Robert Koontz, Jimmy Scott and
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Mrs. Dorotha Basinger and daugh
ter Jeanette spent Tuesday after
noon with Mrs. Oolda Nonnamaker.
Union prayer services at Bethesda
Thursday evening.
Ami Nonnamaker, Glen and Ed
ward Nonnamaker spent Saturday
in Findlay.
Miss Lillian Koontz, Herbert
Crates and Jackie Koontz attended
funeral services for Mrs. Haley at
Findlay, Friday.
Mr. and Mrs. A. J. Nonnamaker,
Kaye Nonnamaker, Mr. and Mrs.
Bernard Stratton sons Ortho and
Larry, daughter Elain, Mr. and Mrs.
C. W. Klingler and family, Mr. and
Mrs. Stratton and sons of West Jef
ferson called at the M. J. Stratton
home last week.
Mr. and Mrs. C. V. Klingler and
family, Mr. and Mrs. Howard Non
namaker and family spent Sunday at
the Ami Nonnamaker home.
Mr. and Mrs. Howard Nonnamaker
Mrs. C. V. Klingler and Glen Non
namaker called on Mrs. Mary Hart
man at Hoytville, Sunday afternoon.
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tractor life—these are the qualities that give John Deere
Tractors their unmatched reputation for economy—
economy you can actually measure in dollars and
cents. With the exclusive John Deere feature—two
cylinder engine design—you are able to burn low
cost fuels successfully, efficiently, and safely. You cut
the biggest single item in operating a tractor.
Also, because of John Deere two-cylinder design,
parts are sturdier, stronger they last longer
maintenance is easief, simpler. Check this three
way saving you make with a John Deere. Check,
too, all the other features which make John Deere
today’s outstanding tractor buy.
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and now the U.S.A, is giving this same verdict
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new Chevrolet for ’41!
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Steiner Chevrolet Sales
Bluffton, Ohio
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