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THURSDAY, OCT. 9, 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
Reverse 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 HI—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
quite 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 Vn—Sheriff Hart rides out to
Calhoun's ranch to ask him about his find
ing Tetlow's body.
CHAPTER VIII—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 1: Texas :,r. 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 rustier 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 XVn—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 writing
of Jack Turley, supposedly a rustler himself.
CHAPTER XXH The ex-officers and
rangers from Texas arrive.
CHAPTER XXHI—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 $2,000. 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)
Apparently he was urging them to
a charge. Terry shot him in the
arm, and he took cover behind the
barn. A few seconds later Calhoun’s
rifle scored another hit. A lumber
ing Texan behind a cottonwood tried
to improve his position by running
to another tree closer to the house.
He stopped before he reached it,
lurched sideways, and fell to the
ground. With scarcely a moment’s
delay he began crawling back to his
original position.
“You got him!’’ Larry cried.
“In the leg. I didn’t want to kill
him. Maybe his friends will get the
idea that they haven’t been invited
to come any nearer.”
“Some folks can’t take a hint un
less a Methodist church falls on
them,” Larry said lightly. “Wish I
had a rifle too. My six-gun won’t
carry that far with any accuracy.
Looks like I’ll have to be an inno
cent bystander until they begin to
crowd us.”
Both of them knew there could be
only one ending to the battle if it
went to a finish. But they were
cool, game men, used to danger,
and they could take whatever was in
store for them without weakening.
The attackers grew more wary of
exposing themselves. Presently the
firing died down except for an occa
sional shot.
“Something’s up,” Calhoun said.
“Probably getting ready to rush
us.” He laughed sardonically. “I
never was in this kind of a jam
before. All we have to do is let
them know who we are and they
would let us alone, but as soon as
we poke a nose out to tell them
they blast away at us,”
Larry was watching the attack
ers through his peephole. “They are
getting their horses.” His voice
grew excited. “By the jumping
horned frog, they’re riding away.
They figure it would cost too much
to dig us out of our hole. Seems
too good luck to be true.”
It was too good to be true. More
than forty men took a trail into
the hills, but enough were left to
keep up the attack on the cabin.
Terry tried again, during the lull
in the firing, to let Ellison know
who they were, but he was fired upon
the instant he opened the door.
At the end of an hour another
plan was tried to dislodge the be
sieged men. Two horses were taken
into the barn. A few minutes later
they came out drawing a wagon
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The wagon was driven into a
meadow' of wild hay. Near the cen
ter of the field was the remains of
a stack of hay, most of it weeds
tossed aside as unfit food for stock.
Men began to gather this trash with
pitchforks and load it on the rack.
At first Calhoun was puzzled, but
the purpose of this jumped to his
mind. “Ellison is going to bum us
out,” he said.
Larry caught the idea. “Sure.
They aim to get behind the hay and
push the wagon by the tongue up
against the house. Then they will
set fire to the hay.”
After a moment. Larry spoke.
“You’ve been favoring these fellows,
Cal, and that was rignt so far. But
no longer. They mean to kill us,
even if they have to burn us up. It’s
them or us. I won’t let them rub me
out without fighting back.”
Calhoun nodded agreement. “Nor
I. But maybe the time hasn’t quite
come for that, Larry. The thing is
to delay them all we can. Help is on
the way to us by now, I expect.
Hart could not have recognized us.
He thinks we are some of his outlaw
friends. When he reaches Black
Butte he will start gathering men to
save us. That will take some time,
but not very much if we are lucky.”
Terry was watching the wagon
and the men with it. They had
loaded the refuse hay and were
picking up brush to pile on the top
of it. The driver swung the team
round to return to the gate. He
was nearer the house than at any
time since leaving the barn.
Calhoun took careful aim and
fired. One of the horses sank to
the ground.
“That will hold them for a while,”
he said.
A voice outside, not far away,
hailed the house. It came from the
side Larry was defending. Richards
searched the alfalfa field and saw
nobody.
“Someone has worked up right
close to us,” he told his compan
ion. “Sounds like he’s only forty or
fifty yards away.”
“Ask him who he is,” Terry said.
“We can send a message by him
and tell Ellison who we are.”
Larry shouted the question. The
answer astonished him. He passed
it on to his friend.
“Claims he’s Jeff Brand and is
going to make a run for the door.
He must have crawled up the
ditch.” Larry demanded more infor
mation from the man outside. A
moment later he cried in excite
ment: “Hell, it’s Jeff, all right! He’s
coming on the run They’ve hit
him. He's down.”
Terry ran to the door and flung it
open. He thrust the rifle into the
hands of Richards and raced toward
the man on the ground, who was
crawling toward the house.
Stooping, Calhoun picked up
Brand, the rifle still in his hand, and
hurried back to the house. He
reached it in safety and Larry bolted
the door.
Terry put the wounded man down
on the bed. "Where did they hit
you?” he asked.
Jeff Brand did not answer. He
stared at his rescuer in vast as
tonishment
“They got him in the ankle,” Lai
ry said, pointing to a hole in Brand’s
boot.
CHAPTER XXVIII
Jeff said bluntly, “What in hell
are you doing here?”
Larry explained, chuckling.
Larry tied up the wound with a
handkerchief he found in a drawer.
Brand rose and tested his leg gin
gerly. Larry caught him as he
started to slump down.
“Better lie there on the bed,” Ter
ry said, without looking round. “Let
Larry have your rifle.”
Jeff looked at Terry’s flat, strong
back with cold dislike. This was a
nice pickle to be in. Without know
ing it, he had come to rescue an
enemy, and by another queer topsy
turvy quirk the man had saved him.
“How soon will your friends get
here?” Larry asked. “I reckon they
are gathering quick as they can.”
“I sent Lee Hart out to pass the
word. My guess would be, in an
other hour and a half.”
After a pause, “We can’t stand
them off another hour and a half,”
Terry said.
A sinister light quickened Jeff’s
face. He said ironically: “You’ll be
able to make a nice deal for your
selves now. They won’t have two
to hang, but one is better than
none.”
Terry did not answer. Larry
flushed angrily.
“You have a fine way of making
friends, Jeff,” he said.
“I’m particular about who my
friends are,” Brand jeered.
“I’ve noticed that. A scoundrel
like Lee Hart who shoots from back
of a wall at a man not expecting it.
A bullypuss ruffian like Jack Tur
ley. A scalawag like—”
“Don’t talk about Turley being
my friend,” Jeff interrupted. “I
killed him this morning.”
Larry stared at him. “Howcome
you to kill Turley?”
“We found out he was the traitor
who shot Jim Tetlow and the other
boys. I gave him an even-Stephen
break, which was more than the
skunk deserved. We found the blood
money in his cabin.”
Terry looked at him, and the eyes
of the ranchman were hard as
agates. “They are starting the wag
on. In ten minutes we may all be
dead. I told you before I had noth
ing to do with those murders, and
I tell you so now.”
“They’ve stopped the wagon,”
Larry interrupted. “Someone has
brought in a horse without a rider.
Looks like the roan you were on.
Bet a dollar they have recognized
the horse and are having a pow-wow
about iL.”____
“It looks like only one of us may
be dead in ten minutes,” Jeff
snarled. “I’ll take that rifle now,
Larry. I aim to go out in smoke.”
Larry looked at the Diamond Re
verse manager.
“Give it to him,” Terry said, his
gaze fixed on the outlaw. “But don’t
make a mistake, Brand. I wouldn’t
have chosen it that way, but we’re
all in this tight together. We all
come out of it alive or none of us
do. Let me do the talking that is,
if any of us get a chance to do any
with these fellows.”
“We’re getting a chance, all
right,” Larry cried. “Someone is
running out a white flag from back
of the bam.”
Terry walked to the door, unbolt
ed it, and waved the flour sack.
Ellison and Sunday Brown came out
of the barn and walked toward the
house. When they were about forty
yards distant the No, By Jo man
ager shouted a question.
“What made you run away, Ter
ry?” he demanded irritably. “You
might have got killed.”
The Diamond Reverse man
waited until they were nearer. “So
we might,” he agreed, sarcasm rid
ing his voice. “Whether we ran or
whether we stayed. Your hired kill
ers are too ready with their guns,
Ellison. I told you it would be that
way.”
“Too bad you were annoyed,” El
lison said, with smooth insolence.
Into Larry’s face beneath the tan
dark blood swept. “Your hired kill
ers have been plugging at us for
a couple of hours. You’re no better
than that dead wolf Turley you were
telling us about. The sooner you are
run out of the country the better.”
Larry had made a slip, and Elli
son pounced on it. “Did I mention
Turley? How do you know he was
the man?”
“Never mind how I know. He has
nothing to do with our complaint
against you. I’m going to see that
it gets into the Denver papers that
you attacked us.”
Sunday Brown spoke for the first
time. “Who is the man that slipped
into the cabin a little while ago?”
Terry looked at him bleakly. “You
wounded the man, whoever he is.
That’s enough for one day. I ad
vise you-all to mount yqur horses
and get out of here while you can.”
“Don’t try the high and mighty
with me, Terry,” the No, By Joe
manager advised, restraining his
temper with difficulty. “I’m asking
you two questions, and I don’t in
tend to leave till I get answers. The
first is, how do you know Turley
was killed, unless you were in on
the job? The second is, who did you
carry into the cabin a little while
ago?”
“You’re out of luck in your ques
tions, Ellison,” drawled Terry. “We
won’t answer either of them.”
Little white spots of rage dented
Ellison’s nose. “By God, you’re not
in the clear yet, Terry. I’ll tell you
that. You’re in with these thieves
... or you’re not. I’ve asked you
two plain questions. If you are an
honest man you won’t wait a mo
ment to clear yourself.”
Terry looked him over coldly. He
too was curbing his anger not too
easily. “I’ll be the judge of my
honesty, Mr. Ellison. And I’m not
answering your questions. That’s
final.”
A man appeared in the doorway of
the house. He leaned against the
jamb for support, but the rifle in
his hands was quite steady.
“You’ve got me so plumb scared
that I expect I’d better answer yore
questions, Ellison,” he said, not rais
ing his voice. “I’m the guy in the
cabin, and I’m the one who told
them about Turley. I knew about it
because I shot him this morning.
Maybe I’m one of the men you’re
looking for.”
The color slowly drained from El
lison’s gray face. His guess was
that Brand meant to kill him now.
(To be continued)
Close grazing of pasture plants pre
vents them from manufacturing food
stores so pasture fields grazed into
the ground late in the fall will furn
ish little early spring forage.
NOTICE OF ELECTION ON ISSUE OF
BOND.
Gen'l. Code, Secs. 2293-21, 4785-13-(g).
NOTICE is hereby given that in pursuance
of a Resolution of the Council of the Village
of Bluffton, Ohio, passed on the 8th day of
September, 1941, there will be submitted to a
vote of the people of said Village at the
NOVEMBER ELECTION to be held in the
Village of Bluffton. Ohio, at the regular places
of voting therein, on Tuesday, the 4th day of
November, 1941, the question of issuing
bonds of said Village of Bluffton in the
amount of Eight Thousand Dollars ($8,000.00)
for the purrose of purchasing fire equipment
and apparatus as provided by law.
The maximum number of years during
which such bonds are to run is 8 years.
The estimated average additional tax rate
outside of the ten-mill limitation as certified
by the County Auditor is .56 of a mill for
each one dollar of valuation which amounts
to five and six-tenths cents (5.6c) for each
one hundred dollars of valuation
The Polls for said Election will be open at
6:30 o’clock A. M. and remain open until
6:30 o'clock P. M. (Eastern Standard Time)
of said day.
By order of the Board of Elections
of Allen County, tfhio:
M. M. BOGART. Chairman.
R. G. PATTERSON, Clerk.
Dated Sept. 22, 1941. 26
Oct. 1. 8, 15, 22.
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editorship, etc., of The Bluffton News publish
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August 24, 1912:
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Printing Co., Bluffton, Ohio.
Editor—C. A. Biery, Bluffton, Ohio.
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Business Manager—B. F. Biery, Bluffton O.
Owners—B. F. Biery, C. A. Biery, Fred
Getties. R. L. Triplett, Etta Biery, Leona Get
ties, all of Bluffton, Ohio.
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holders, none.
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day of September, 1941.
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Janies Madison
The fourth president warned of filth
columnists. too. though they were not
known by that designation in bis day.
I The above occurs in “Advice to My
rJ Country." found among his papers
1*^ after his death.
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Rockport
Herbert Junior, and Ralph Mar
shall of Columbus were week end
guests of their parents, Mr. and
Mrs. Herbert Marshall, Senior.
Our community was well repre
sented at the Putnam ounty fair
held in Ottawa the past week.
Miss Beatrice Cupp and Mr.
Howard Winchester of Toledo spent
Saturday night and Sunday with
Mr. and Mrs. Walter Cupp and
family.
Mesdames W. E. and 0. P. Mar
shall attended a meeting of the
Bluffton Past Matron’s Club at the
Masonic Hall last Tuesday evening
with Mrs. Margaret Bowersox and
Mrs. Elva Myers of Rawson as
hostesses. Plans were made for the
annual Past Matrons and Past Pa
tron’s dinner to be held at the hall
in November.
Miss LaDonna Campbell who
teaches near Troy and Miss Eliza
beth Campbell student at O. S. U.
in Columbus, spent the week end
with their parents, Mr. and Mrs. D.
C. Campbell.
Mr. and Mrs. Orlo Marshall were
among those who attended a birth
day dinner at the C. C. Corson home
in Pandora, Sunday honoring Mr.
Corson’s eighty-second birthday.
Others present were: Mr. and Mrs.
Bodley of Wichita, Kan., Mrs. Ellis
Davies son Bernard and daughter
Jane of Rawson Mr. and Mrs. Guy
Corson and Mr. and Mrs. Don Cor
son and son Barry of Bluffton Mrs.
Better
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Goldie Wilson of Dayton Mr. and
Mrs. C. D. Steiner, Mr. E. L. Krohn,
Mr. and Mrs. Frank Krohn and
family, Mr. William Alkire and
daughter Kathleen and Miss Mertie
Boaz.
The Misses Mary Jane and Nancy
Mayberry students at Bluffton col
lege spent the week-end with their
parents, Mr. and Mrs. Guy May
berry.
A group of women from the local
Presbyterian church attended the
District meeting held in McComb,
Tuesday.
Miss Mary Marshall student at
Bowling Green University and Bob
Barnett of Whitehouse were Satur
day and Sunday guests of Mr. and
Mrs. W. E. Marshall.
Mrs. Millen Geiger of Bluffton
spent Friday with Mr. and Mrs.
Orlo Marshall.
Mrs. Lawrence Begg will be
hostess to the Profit and Pleasure
Club Wednesday afternoon of next
week with the following program:
Roll Call, A noted early settler The
Loon Feather by Iola Fuller, Mrs.
Fred Badertscher Hiawatha, Miss
Elnora Marshall Did you buy the
dress or was it sold to you?, Mrs.
Herbert Marshall.
Elrose
1 here was a good attendance at
the Olive Branch U. B. rally day
Sunday. Musical numbers were giv
en by the young people from the
church and the audience was favor
ed by several numbers from the
St. John quartette.
Mrs. Emaline Nonnamaker spent
Sunday afternoon with Mrs. Howard
Stauffer.
Mr. and Mrs. B, J. Stratton,
daughter Elaine, sons Ortho and
Larry, Thomas Koontz, wife and son
Robert called Sunday evening at the
Wright Klingler home.
Mr. and Mrs. Howard Nonnamaker
and sons Harold and Dean of near
Hasson were Sunday’ dinner guests
of Mr. and Mrs. Ami Nonnamaker.
Afternoon callers were C. V. Kling
ler and family of Ada.
Joyce Nonnamaker of Bluffton
spent Wednesday night and Thurs
day at the Bernard Stratton home.
A number from here attended the
Ottawa fair last week.
Union prayer meeting at the
Bethesda church Thursday night.
Roderick and Kaye Nonnamaker
were Sunday dinner guests at the
Lendon Basinger home.
Mrs. Lloyd Arnold is on the sick
list.
Rev. and Mrs. Irvin Kauffman of
Mt. Cory, were dinner guests Sun
day of Mr. and Mrs. Adrain Pifer,
Mr. and Mrs. Hiram Elzay of near
I Ada, were afternoon callers. N. R.
1 Elzay is still ill at the Pifer home.
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Mrs. Harold Bell spent Wednesday
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Mrs. F. L. Becker and daughters
Virginia of Pontiac, Michigan and
Margaret were week-end guests of
Mr. and Mrs. Fred Biteman.
Mrs. Hazel Guthrie of Detroit
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Mesdames Lulu Roberts and
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Mrs. Ivy Miller of Lima has been
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Miss Eloise Hammond visited re
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Sunday guests of Mr. Willis Klingler
of Kenton.
Mr. and Mrs. J. V. Vorhees re
turned from a trip through the
Western States.
Mr. W. V. Vorhees was a week
end guest of Mr. and Mrs. J. V.
Vorhees.
Mr. and Mrs Noah Schumacher
and family of Pandora were Sunday
guests of Mr. and Mrs. Wayne Schu
macher.
Mr. and Mrs. W. H. Hall and son,
Lester were Sunday afternoon guests
of Mr. and Mrs. Charles Pickering
and Mrs. Jennie Shull.
Mr. and Mrs. Charles Holderman
and Mr. and Mrs. Rodney Watt of
Toledo were week-end guests of Mr.
and Mrs. Rupert Watt.
Mr. and Mrs. Harlan Jensen and
daughter Muriel, Mrs. Pearl Brent
lingler and Mr. and Mrs. Friend
Forward of Greenville, Michigan are
visiting relatives in this community.
Mr. Darwin Hull and daughter
spent the week end at the home of
his father, Mr. Oliver Hull of
Albion, Mich.
Mr. and Mrs. Lloyd Guthrie and
family of Delphos were Sunday
evening guests of Mr. and Mrs. W.
R. Guthrie.
Mr. and Mrs. Willard Jennings
and family and Mr. and Mrs. Lester
Fleming were Sunday guests of Mr.
and Mrs. J. T. Fleming.
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Nothing was heard of it until the
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LOCAL AND LONG
DISTANCE HAULING
Every Load Insured
STAGER BROS.
Bluffton, Ohio
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GREYHOUND
Better
NO
CLUTCH
TO
One-Way Rd.-Trip
LOUISVILLE. KY.... $ 4.15 $ 7.50
OTTAWA. ONT. 11.40 20.55
34.75
13.90
2.10
3.25
LOS ANGELES
SHREVEPORT, LA
DETROIT ..............
BATTLE CREEK
DISPLAY!
SPECIFICATIONS SUBJECT TO CHANGE WITHOUT NOTICE
62.55
25.05
3.80
5.85
built
HYDRA-MATIC
DRIVE*
IVOfYEIVTERIIVG ITS
THIRD GREAT YEAR I
Proved in the
hands of over
130,000 owners
HO
GEARS
TO
Hydra- Matic
Drive is again
offered on all
Olds models.
Hydra Matic
saves time, saves
effort, saves 10 to
15 per cent on gas!
★OPTIONAL AT EXTRA COST