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THURSDAY, OCT. 2, 1941
WAR and LOVE in the CATTLE LANDS
SYNOPSIS
CHAPTER I—A rustler has been killed by
someone unknown, by a shot In the back.
Calhoun Terry, manager of the Diamond
Meverse Ranch, is looked upon suspicious
ly by other rustlers and small ranchmen
when he visits Round Top. Terry has sold
out his own small ranch and has been In
bad odor with the small men since he joined
the big outfit
CHAPTER n—Terry talks over the kill
ing with Editor Garvey, his friend.
CHAPTER m—As Terry mounts his horse
to return to the ranch, a shot hits his hat.
CHAPTER IV—Ellen Carey, daughter of
the postmaster, has recently returned from
school. On a ride during the early morn
ing, she sees a couple of men driving cattle
Qune a distance away. One of them, she
thinks, is Jeff Brand, an engaging young
man suspected of being a rustler.
CHAPTER V—Managers of the big
ranches are in session to discuss steps
against the rustlers.
CHAPTER VI—Ellen hears a shot on an
other morning ride. She meets Terry. He
tells her a rustler named Tetlow has been
killed. They ride together.
CHAPTER VII—Sheriff Hart rides out to
Calhoun's ranch to ask him about his find
ing Tetlow’s body.
CHAPTER VTII—The sheriff reports to a
crowd of small ranchmen and rustlers Ter
ry's account of his movements. One point
is not explained the tracks of two
horses leaving the scene towards town. El
len finally- comes forward to explain that she
had been Terry's companion on that ride.
CHAPTER IX—Clint Ellison, manager of
another of the big ranches, drops in on Ter
ry to tell him of a plan to bring in former
deputy marshals from Texas and Oklahoma
to run down rustlers and kill them without
trial. Terry objects.
CHAPTER X—At Denver, the Western
Cattleman's Association meets to deal fur
ther with the rustler problem.
CHAPTER XI—Jeff Brand practically pro
poses to Ellen.
CHAPTER XII—Ellen tells Cal Terry she
is of the opinion that he can persuade the
big ranches to stop the killings.
CHAPTER XIII—Calhoun informs Ellison
to cut him out of the deal cooked up by the
big ranchers.
CHAPTER XIV—Returning from Ellison's
ranch, Calhoun is fired upon from ambush.
After two shots fired at him from a rifle,
he heard two other shots from a revolver
and later discovered the body of Black Yea
ger, a rustler. Yeager had been killed by
a revolver shot. A note written pinned to
the body stated "this is what happens to rus
tlers.” Terry sends for Postmaster Carey
and Jeff Brand.
CHAPTER XV—Carey and Brand arrive
at Terry's ranch and he tells them the
story of the latest shooting.
CHAPTER XVI—Brand doesn't like Terry
and suspects his story. On Investigation,
however, of the scene, Carey forms the opin
ion that Terry is trying to let him and Jeff
know that the murderer might possibly have
been a spy employed by the big ranchers.
CHAPTER XVII—Jim McFaddin of the
Flying V C, a big ranch, has been killed
plainly in retaliation.
CHAPTER XVIII—Clint Ellison and Cal
houn Terry have a set-to over the pro
posed invasion.
CHAPTER XIX—Terry and the head of
his ranch, John Q. Powers, tell Editor Gar
vey to announce the sale of the Diamond
Reverse Ranch in small parcels.
CHAPTER XX—Ellen begins to think that
she misunderstood Calhoun.
CHAPTER XXI—Jeff Brand shows Ellen
the note that was pinned on one of the slain
rustlers. She says It looks like the UTitlng
of Jack Turley, supposedly a rustler himself.
CHAPTER XXII The ex-officers and
rangers from Texas arrive.
CHAPTER XXIH—Jeff Brand rides up to
Turley’s cabin. In the presence of Dave
Morgan and Bill Herriott, he accuses Turley
of being the killer. They make a search
of the cabin and find S2.000. Jeff and Turley
draw and Turley falls dead.
CHAPTER XXIV—Turley’s body, strapped
to a pack horse, arrives at McFaddin’s
ranch.
(Now go on with the story)
CHAPTER XXV
Ellen was making up a post-office
report that had to be sent to Wash
ington when she saw a horseman
emerge from a fissure in the hills
and come down the long slope to
the ranch at a gallop. He was flog
ging his mount with a quirt. Jim
Budd was at the door, leaning
against the jamb, resting from the
exertion of having swept the floor.
It was in his horoscope that he would
go through life as easily as he could.
“Seems to be a gen’elman in a
hurry, Miss Ellen,” Jim drawled.
A faint unease stirred in her. Men
did not usually ride like that except
to carry bad news.
The rider drew up in front of the
post-office and flung himself from
the horse. The man was Lee Hart.
He spoke to Ellen, who had come
out to the porch.
“Where’s Lane?” he demanded.
“Father is down with the men
fencing a new pasture,” Ellen an
swered. “About three miles due
west from here ... Do you have
to see him?”
Hart mopped his perspiring fore
head with a bandanna handkerchief.
“Never saw it fail!” he cried bitter
ly. “Need a man and he ain’t
there.”
“What’s wrong, Lee?” the girl
wanted to know.
“Wrong! Everything.” The heavy
set, bowlegged man slammed his
dusty old hat on the porch floor.
“A bunch of wild Injuns is raidin’
this country. They came bustin’
down on my place w’ith forty guns
a-poppin’.”
“Indians?” the girl repeated in
credulously.
“Well, these Texas warriors the
paper was telling about. They was
chasing two guys. I lit out lickety
split.”
“Who were they chasing?”
“I dunno. They’re likely wiped
out by now. They hadn’t but one
horse between them. When I took
my last look they were making for
my house to hole up.”
“What do you want w’ith father?”
“Well, we got to spread the news
to everybody. I’m headin’ for Round
Top. Someone has got to ride up
the Alford road and let the settlers
there know. Tell ’em to meet here.
Send the cook if you haven’t got
anybody else.”
“No,” Ellen said promptly. “I’m
not going to get Jim mixed up in it.”
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yore black man is too good to work
with us?” Hart snarled.
“I’m telling you it is none of his
business.”
Hart fastened his gaze on two
horsemen coming down the road at
a slow trot. In his eagerness to tell
the new’s to Jeff Brand he forgot
his indignation. He bowlegged
through the dust to meet the riders
as they drew up at the hitching
post.
“Have you heard, Jeff? The big
outfits have done brought a bunch of
Texans here to run us outa the
country. Paul Vallery told me this
mo'ning. He got it from Lane Car
ey who read it in the Denver Re
publican. Well, sir, I seen them
cornin’ down the hill hell-for-leather
and lit out just in time. They was
chasin’ two birds.”
Brand swung from the saddle to
go forward to meet Ellen. “Chas
ing who?” he asked over his shoul
der.
“I dunno. Couldn’t wait to find
out. I burned the wind getting away
from there.”
“You don’t know what became of
the two men?”
‘They got into my house and fort
ed up, but I reckon they couldn’t
hold out long. Must of been a hun
dred in that army.”
“Fifty-eight,” Brand corrected.
“How do you know?”
“We hid on a ridge and counted
them,” Morgan said.
“A bunch of w’arriors brought in
to shoot down innocent men!” Hart
cried angrily. “We’ll see about that.
I’m on my way to tell our friends
at Round Top.”
“No need,” Jeff said. “We’ve al
ready sent a messenger. Better
stay and gather a relief party to
ride over to your place. We’ll need
every man wre can get.”
“When do you aim to go?”
“We’ve got to get off right quick
if we’re going to save the boys they
have trapped. Say inside of an
hour.”
“We can’t get together seventy or
eighty men that quick,” Hart pro
tested.
“Don’t need more than ten or a
dozen. We’ll lie in the rocks above
and shoot down at them.”
“Not me,” Hart answered prompt
ly. “I just got out with my skin,
and I don’t aim to try it again.”
Jeff looked at the man contemptu
ously.
“Go hide under a bed, you louse.”
The pale blue eyes of Brand burned
into the man. “But not till you’ve
done your job. Ride up the Alford
road and send down all the men you
can find. After that you can go
jump in a lake.”
Jeff turned away and joined Ellen
on the porch. He grinned at her.
“Well, sometimes a newspaper
piece turns out to be true,” he said.
Morgan joined those on the porch.
“I’d better ride Deep Creek and
w’arn the folks up that way. From
what Lee says looks like these fel
lows are headed there.”
“Yes. Better rope one of the
horses in the corral.” Jeff added
casual information. “I’m going to
Lee’s place to see what has hap
pened to the tw'o trapped in his
house. Maybe I can make a di
version from the rocks that will
help them.”
“Must you, Jeff?” asked Ellen in
a low voice.
He nodded. “Can’t desert two of
our men without trying to help
them.” His manner was cheerful
and nonchalant. “Dave has picked
the tough job. He’s liable to meet
a bunch of these Texans any turn
of the road. But someone has to
warn our friends.”
“I suppose so. But you don’t have
to go and attack fifty men, do you?”
Brand’s gaze followed Morgan as
that young man swung on his horse
to ride to the corral. “He’ll do it,
too, if they don’t get him first. That
guy will do to ride the river with.”
His attention came back to what
the girl had said.
“I don't see what you can do
alone.”
“Can’t tell till I get there. Soon I
as a bunch of the boys roll in tell
them to hop over to Lee’s place fast
as their broncs will bring them.”
She watched him, always spectac
ular, fling himself into the saddle
without touching the horse. He
waved his big white hat in farewell
as he rode away.
CHAPTER XXVI
From the Box 55 to Lee Hart’s
place it was eight miles across the
hills. Jeff rode fast.
Before he had covered half the
way to the hill ranch he heard the
sound of firing far to his 12ft. First
a single shot, and perhaps a min
ute later two more. Though he lis
tened for more, no popping reached
his ears.
To Jeff there seemed something
sinister in these breaks disturbing
the silence. His imagination pic
tured a man peacefully hoeing a po
tato patch or mending a fence.
From the direction of the report it
might have come from Wade Scott's
place. If so, Wade would probably
have been whistling, his mind on a
girl in Cheyenne who worked in the
railroad restaurant, one he was ex
pecting to marry in a few months.
Later Jeff heard more shots, but
these were from the Hart place.
Since this meant that the defenders
were still holding off the attack, he
was glad to hear them. He rode
fast till he reached the top of the
ravine which ran down to the Hart
clearing just back of the house.
Instead of taking the gulch he
followed the rim, keeping to cover
as he came close to the edge. Look
ing down, his gaze swept the clear
ing and picked up details. He saw
two men crouched back of the barn.
Evidently there were others in it,
for as he stood there a nuff of smoke
came from the window opening in
the hayloft. At least one man was
stationed in the bed of the creek a
hundred and fifty yards from the
house. A shot from that point told
him so.
There was a small alfalfa field
to the left of the house. It ran to
the draw leading up to the ravine.
He could see the ditch crossing it
in the direction of the house. Rank
grass covered the edges. A wild
idea jumped to his mind. Why not
get into that ditch, crawl along it
till he was close to the cabin, and
make a dash to join the defenders?
It was the sort of plan to catch
Jeff’s fancy. He felt the pulse of
excitement beating in his throat
which for him always accompanied
danger. By heaven, he would try it.
Near the top of the ravine he pick
eted his horse, then moved down it
cautiously. As he came round a bend
in the gulch, he looked down into
the little basin which held the ranch.
Thirty yards below him a man
crouched behind a large boulder, a
rifle in his hands. He was watching
the log cabin, evidently hoping to
get a glimpse of one of the defend
ers. Lower down in the draw and
fifty yards to his right another
marksman was also waiting behind
cover for a shot.
Jeff tiptoed forward, revolver in
hand. He had not been a big-game
hunter for nothing. No perceptible
rumor of his movements reached
the lank Texan toward whom he
was soft-footing. Unwittingly the
sniper helped at his own undoing.
Intensely preoccupied with the job
in hand, his mind was following a
single track which led straight from
him to the quarry in the cabin. When
Brand was about ten strides from
him he drew a bead and fired. As
the rifle cracked Jeff flung aside cau
tion and took the last stretch on the
run.
The Texan whirled, too late. The
long barrel of the .45 smashed down
on his lifted forehead. His body
swayed, and collapsed.
Nobody had noticed what had tak
en place. Jeff helped himself to the
man’s rifle and cartridge belt. He
moved to the left and stepped down
into the dry ditch he had seen from
the bluff above. Crouching low in
it, he crept forward. The alfalfa
hid him pretty well. If he were
seen by the attackers he would prob
ably not be molested, since he would
be taken for an ally of theirs trying
to get close to the enemy.
Crossing the field was a slow busi
ness. He went on all fours, drag
ging the rifle beside him. He was
near enough the cabin to see lead
fling splinters from the logs.
He called softly, “Hello the
house,” and when no answer came
back to him he called again, more
loudly. It was after his fourth at
tempt that somebody inside an
swered.
“Who is it? What you want?”
“Jeff Brand. I’m gonna make a
run for the door. Fling it open for
me when I give the word.”
There was a perceptible silence
before the man in the house replied.
“How come you there—if you’re
Brand?”
“Don’t talk, you fool. Do as I
say.”
Jeff came out of the ditch running.
From the edge of the valley he
heard a shout. Somebody had dis
covered the Texan he had knocked
out and was spreading the news.
The guns roared.
He bowled over, all the power
knocked out of him in an instant.
That he had been hit he knew,
though he felt no pain. Still clinging
to the rifle, he tried to clamber to
his feet. The ground tilted up at
him, and he went down again. Still
conscious, he crawled forward a foot
or two.
A splatter of sand kicked up in
front of him. Another bullet parted
his curly hair.
The cabin door was flung open.
Two men showed at the entrance.
One ran toward Jeff, in long, reach
ing strides. The other covered the
rescue, firing at the figures which
had come into the open to get
Brand. It was a matter of seconds,
but they stretched interminably. The
man reached Jeff, gathered him up,
and plunged back toward the house.
As he crossed the threshold the man
with the rifle slammed the door shut.
CHAPTER XXVII
Calhoun Terry and Larry Rich
ards, on their way to Round Top to
meet a cattleman who had a regis
tered Hereford bull for sale, struck
across country to hit Johnson’s
Prong and take the short cut down
Box Canyon.
They traveled at a road gait, not
pushing their horses, for there was
a long journey ahead of them. It
was not necessary for them to make
talk, since they were knit in close
friendship tested by a hundred ex
periences shared together.
When they talked it was mostly
about a new enterprise in which
they were to be partners. They had
made an arrangement with John Q.
Powers to buy the old Terry Ranch
once owned by Calhoun’s father, and
with it a fine stretch of river land
adjoining. Larry had lately inherit
ed some money. This was to make
part of the initial payment. The
rest of it was to come out of Terry’s
interest in the Diamond Reverse B.
“You’re getting the most unpopu
lar man on Buck River for a part
ner,” Calhoun said. “The little fel
lows and the big outfits have just
one thing in common. They both
agree that I’m a deserter and a
traitor.”
“Inside of a year all that will be
forgotten,” Larry predicted. “The
big ranches will be following your
example. The bad feeling will pass
away soon as the friction is re
moved, and the settlers will give
you credit for taking the first step
to straighten things out.”
They came to the lip of a small
mountain park and dipped down
into it. Terry pulled up his cow
pony and pointed to the opposite
slope. A large body of men on
horseback was moving down it.
“The Texas invaders,” Larry said
instantly.
“Yes, and we’d better get away
from here,” his companion decided.
“When they see us they will hold
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us prisoners, to make sure we don't
spread the news. That wouldn’t suit
us. We don’t want to be identified
with them.”
Too late, they wheeled their
horses. The sound of a rifle shot
roared across the park. Larry’s
horse went down and flung him. His
friend raised the palm of his hand
to give the peace sign, but the an
swer was a splatter of bullets.
“Come a-running, Larry,” called
Terry.
Richards vaulted to the back of
the horse, and they were on their
way.
From the ridge they headed down
into a country of huddled hills and
ravines where outlaws had their
abode. The roan gelding did its
best, but when Larry looked back
he knew the race would be a short
one.
"They’re coming hell-for-leather,”
he said. “We w'on’t reach the hills.”
He held up his hand in the peace
sign, but it did not stop the crashing
of the guns.
“We’ll have to hole up at Lee
Hart’s till we get a chance to ex
plain w’e’re not the men they want,”
Terry said.
“Yep. There’s Lee down there
with his stock. He isn’t waiting to
ask questions either.’'
“Don’t blame him. He’s on their
list.”
They reached the clearing, flung
themselves from the horse, and
raced for the cabin by the creek.
Once inside, they slammed and bolt
ed the door. From the window’ Lar
ry saw the leader of the regulators
disposing of his men.
They could hear bullets thudding
into the logs. One shattered the
other w’indow’.
“We’d better move back out of
sight,” Larry suggested. “Have to
dig holes between the logs to shoot
through.”
“I’ll try a white flag,” Calhoun
said. “If they’ll hold back long
enough to listen to us we’ll be all
right.”
He found an empty flour sack,
opened the door a few inches, and
waved the white sack. He called
out his name to Ellison. The noise
of the guns killed the sound of his
voice. Lead tore into the door.
“Quit that foolishness, Cal,” his
friend snapped. “You’ll get shot up,
first thing. The darned fools are
crazy with the heat.”
A foreman of the Circle ranch,
a big, blustering fellow who rode his
men hard, was gesticulating violent
ly and pointing toward the cabin.
(To be continued)
Rawson
Donald Longworth of Bowling
Green spent the week-end with his
parents, Mr. and Mrs. Sherin Long
worth.
Mr. and Mrs. Oscar Steinman and
son Larry Dean of Findlay were
Friday evening callers on Mr. and
Mrs. Carl Smith.
Mr. and Mrs. William Carstensen
of Oak Harbor were week end guests
of Mrs. Margaret Bunn and Ruth
Williams.
Mrs. Orville Peterson and children
and Raymond Blunk returned home
Wednesday after a few days visit
with Mr. and Mrs. F. J. Light and
family of Marathon, N. Y.
Mr. and Mrs. Al Heuer and
daughter of Toledo spent the week
end with Mrs. Amanda Cantner.
Mrs. Russell Wentworth spent
Thursday with frends and relatives
in Wapakoneta.
Mr. and Mrs. Ed Stainbrook of
near Benton Ridge spent Saturday
evening with Mrs. Margaret Bunn
and Ruth Williams.
Mr. and Mrs. S. C. Blunk and
family spent Sunday afternoon with
Mr. and Mrs. Norman Switzer of
Benton Ridge.
Miss Ruth Smith of Benton Ridge
spent Sunday with her parents, Mr.
and Mrs. Carl Smith.
Mrs. Harley Kohler and family of
Findlay and Mrs. Kenneth Watkins
of Columbus Grove spent Monday
in the Charles Wentz home.
Mr. and Mrs. K. K. Porter and
family of Findlay were Sunday din
ner guests of Mr. and Mrs. Tom
Fox. Afternoon callers were Mr.
and Mrs. A. R. Peterson and family
of Lima and Mrs. W. H. Peterson.
Richland Center
Harvest Home and Homecoming
services will be held at the Em
manuel’s Reformed church next Sun
day morning and afternoon. A
basket dinner will be enjoyed at the
church at noon. The public is in
vited.
Mr. and Mrs. Wilmer Badertscher
and family and Mr. and Mrs. Wayne
Zimmerman and daughter were Sun
day dinner guests of Mr. and Mrs.
Sam Badertscher and son.
Mr. and Mrs. Francis Gratz and
family of Piqua Mr. and Mrs.
Leonard Gratz and son, Mrs. Minnie
Moser and Mr. and Mrs. Wilford
Gratz were Sunday callers at the
Ernest Gratz home. Mrs. Ernest
Gratz returned home with Mr. and
Mrs. Francis Gratz to spend the
week there.
Mr. and Mrs. Carl McCafferty
spent Sunday evening w’ith Mr. and
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Mrs. Ed Marquart and son.
Mrs. Andrew Hochstettler and son
Dale spent Thursday afternoon with
Mrs. Lydia Lora and daughter Clara.
Mr. and Mrs. Wilford Gratz, Mr.
and Mrs. Russell Schaublin and
family and Emanuel Boutwell were
Sunday dinner guests of Mr. and
Mrs. Walter Schaublin and daugh
ter Rachel.
Mrs. Sam Badertscher and Mrs.
Wayne Zimmerman and daughter
spent Thursday afternoon with Mrs.
Wm. Burkholder and family.
Mr. and Mrs. Jess Fisher of Mon
roe, Mich., were Sunday evening
supper guests of Mr. and Mrs.
Warren Moser and sons. Evening
callers were Mr. and Mrs. Weldon
Luginbuhl.
Mr. and Mrs. Otto Amstutz and
Mr. and Mrs. Paul Rhoads and
daughter were Sunday dinner guests
of Mr. and Mrs. Harold Stevens of
Upper Sandusky.
Mrs. S. C. Dailey of Findlay and
Mr. and Mrs. Deloy Dailey of Okla.,
spent last week with Mr. and Mrs.
Dwight Dailey and sons,
Mrs. Donald Stratton and daugh
ter called Tuesday afternoon at the
Ed Marquart home.
Mr. and Mrs. Charles Stryker of
Lima Mr. and Mrs. Edwin Badert
scher and daughter Harriet, Mr.
and Mrs. Wilford Gratz, Mr. and
Mrs. Walter Schaublin and daughter
Rachel and Emanuel Boutwell spent
Sunday evening with Mr. and Mrs.
Russell Schaublin and family.
Mr. and Mrs. Charles Sharp and
son Jimmy and Miss Shirley Odell
of Norwalk spent the w’eek end at
The following property:
the Amos Luginbuhl home. Sun
day afternoon callers were: Mr. and
Mrs. Hiriam Niswander and son,
Mr. and Mrs. Donald Dillman and
Mrs. Ella Dillman.
Mr. and Mrs. Reno Gratz and
daughter spent Friday evening at
the Ernest Gratz home.
Mr. and Mrs. J. I. Luginbuhl call
ed on Mr. and Mrs. John Schaublin
of Lima, Sunday evening.
Mr. and Mrs. Sam Badertscher
and son, Mrs. Earl Frantz, Mr. and
Mrs. Dwight Frantz and daughter,
Mr. and Mrs. Wayne Zimmerman
and daughter, and Mr. and Mrs.
Harold Badertscher and son spent
Friday evening with Mr. and Mrs.
Wilmer Badertscher and family, in
honor of Denise Badertscher’s third
birthday anniversary.
Mr. and Mrs. Cal Schaublin of
Rising Sun called at the Walter
Schaublin home last Tuesday even
ing.
Pandora
Mr. and Mrs. Ray Shank of Port
land, Ind., called on relatives here,
Sunday.
The Pandora football team played
Paulding Friday night, and were de
feated by a score of 19 to 2. Pandora
will play Bluffton here Wednesday.
Mr. and Mrs. Harold Burkholder
and family of Quakertown, Pa., are
visiting relatives here.
Miss Anna Ruth Steiner who is the
home economics instructor in Byhalia
high school, spent several days here
last week.
Miss Mahala Diller of Bethony Or
phanage, Kentucky, is visiting her
mother, Mrs. Anna Diller this week.
Miss Virginia Sutter daughter of
Mr. and Mrs. Clyde Sutter of this
place and Lewis Dukes, son of Mr.
Public Sale
Having decided to change my plan of farming, I, the un
dersigned, will sell at public auction on the Wm, Amstutz farm
U4 miles west of Beaverdam, or 4 miles east of Cairo on Lin
coln Highway
Tuesday, Oct. 7
3 HORSES
Two good red roan geldings 2 years old, well broke also 1
spring mare colt.
33 CATTLE
19 milk cows consisting mostly of Guernseys and Holsteins,
some fresh and close up springers also 2 extra good Jersey
cows to be fresh by day of sale. These are good cows and
must be seen to be appreciated. Age and full description of
each cow will be given on sale day. Also 12 heifers, Guern
seys, Holsteins and Jerseys.
150 SHEEP
10 Cordell ewes 4 years old 12 Shropshire ewes 2 years old
28 Shropshire ewes 2 to 5 years old 3 good Shropshire rams
also a few good ram lambs 100 good lambs. These sheep will
be graded and sold in lot numbers.
25 SHOATS avg. 60 to 100 lbs. All double immuned.
FARM MACHINERY
Grain drill, Oliver riding plow, set good double work har
ness and collars.
Terms—Cash. Sale to begin at 12 o’clock noon.
NO HUNTING SIGNS
Durable Waterproof Stock
6 for 25c
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Wm. Amstutz & Ed Palte, Owners
Auct., Col. Earl Judy, Bellefontaine, Ohio.
Clerk from Citizens National Bank, Bluffton.
Lunch served on grounds by Vesperian S. S. Class, Beaverdam.
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and Mrs. Lewis Dukes, east of here
were united in marriage last Wednes
day night in North Baltimore by Rev.
Hilliard Camp. The couple left for
Columbus, Georgia, where Mr. Dukes
is in military training.
Mr. and Mrs. Grover Davidson vis
ited their son, Ralph, in Toledo,
Saturday.
Shirl Hatfield, Jr., and Harold Boaz
left Monday to attend Ohio State uni
versity in Columbus.
Mrs. Iner Basinger is visiting her
parents in Parkersburg, W. Va.„ this
week.
Mr. and Mrs. Melvin Hilty had as
Sunday dinner guests a group of Mrs.
Hilty’s relatives.
Miss Geraldine Sutter honored her
sister, Virginia and Lewis Dukes, who
were married last Wednesday night
with a miscellaneous shower, Friday
evening. Friends and classmates of
the bride and groom were present.
Earl Steiner who attends the Fort
Wayne Bible Institute, spent Sunday
w’ith his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Ed.
Steiner.
Mr. and Mrs. Henry Hilty visited
Mr. and Mrs. Ed Setts near Beaver
dam, Sunday afternoon.
Russell Walker, a 4-H club mem
ber from Knox county, took first
place at the State Fair in the junior
steer show with an Angus steer and
then went over to the main cattle
barn and came back with the purple
grand- champion ribbon in the open
classes.
If dairy rations are carefully bal
anced and well selected, the only
mineral needed in addition is com
mon salt. It is well to have 1 per
cent of salt in the grain ration and
then allow animals access to salt at
all times.