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THURSDAY, JUNE 4, 1942
THE STORY SO FAR: There’s ROtng to be war in the cattle country, war be tween the big ranchers like Ben Heren deen and the little fellows. Clay Mor fan is an important rancher, but he doesn't like Herendeen's methods and doesn't hesitate to say so. A solitary Sgure who cannot forget the wife who died hating him. Morgan is devoted to his nine-year-old daughter, Janet. He has brought her into town with him, where Ollie Jacks, a rustler, is on trial for stealing Herendeen's cattle. Jacks is freed by the jury, but as he steps out onto the courthouse steps everyone knows he is a dead man. Now continue with the story. CHAPTER II The long silence held on, as though everybody waited for some thing to come. Ollie Jacks reached at his shirt pocket and produced his tobacco. “Clay,” he said, “I never did you no wrong, did I?” “Not that I know of.” Sweat ran its oil-shine across Ol lie Jacks’ face his lips were small and sharp and his eyes—not eyes that any man could trust—clung to Morgan. “All I want is a chance to ride out of this town,” he said. Herendeen said in his bluntly un answerable manner: “Everybody's been talking about things being le gal. So we made this legal and see what happened. We won’t make that mistake again. You’re on the wrong foot, Clay. Better get right.” “Never mind,” said Morgan. They saw him now as he seldom was, the quick angles of his face showing up. The change was instant he had no smoothness, no reasonableness. What he said was a challenge—he meant it that way and wanted them to know it. He swung around, speak ing to Ollie Jacks. “You’re all right in town, Ollie. But when you leave, that’s your grief.” “Whoa!” said Herendeen. “I’ll make what damned trouble I please.” Morgan came about fast enough to make Lige White jerk his head aside. Morgan said: “All right, Ben. If you want it, you can have it now.” It shocked everybody still, this challenge so unexpected and so deadly in a quick-tempered country. It caught Herendeen with his guard down. Herendeen stepped away from the locust tree, the bright flame of anger in his eyes. “I’ve got some business to finish during the week, Morgan. When that’s done I’ll see you. That is all I care to say.” “Fine,” answered Morgan, and walked away. Behind him, the as tonished silence still held. He passed the courthouse and went into the post office, rapping at the wicket until Fred Rich came out of the back room. “No notice yet on Government Valley?” “No,” said the postmaster. “I want to know when it comes.” “I’ll post it on one of the buildings in the valley. That’s regulation.” The sun was gone from desert and sky, leaving a soft blue-running light behind. The supper triangle began to beat up its iron clanging from the porch of the Mountain House hotel. The Red Canyon stage rolled out of the hills, made a howl ing swing into Main Street and stopped before the hotel in smoky eddies of dust. Morgan left the post office doorway, still interested in the way the Three Pines riders—Heren deen’s outfit—scattered themselves along the street. Janet had appeared at McGarrah’s doorway and was calling his name. She took his hand. They went on through the store, into the back quarters. Yellow lamplight poured on the red-checkered tablecloth, splintering brilliantly against the glass cruets. Ann McGarrah was in the kitchen, dishing the meal he passed on to the rear porch, took off his coat and scrubbed away the riding dust. When he returned to the dining room they were waiting for him—Janet and Ann. They ate, idly talking, idly argu ing. The druggist’s boy, Fred Tan ner, came to the back yard and called Janet’s name. Janet moved restlessly in her seat until Morgan nodded. As soon as she had gone, Ann McGarrah said: “You’ll be riding a lot this week. Let Janet stay here.” Morgan smiled. “What is it this time, Ann? There’s always some thing.” She said candidly: “A new dress, Clay. And her hair.” He said: “I guess there are some things I can’t do for her.” “I can do those things for her. I like to. I want to.” But when she said this her manner changed and her eyes were cool and her voice pushed him away. “I don’t mean that the way it sounds. For her, Clay. Not for you.” His head was lifted and he was listening to the thinned report of a man’s loud voice on the street. He was straight in his chair, his mind and temper changing back to the world out there. She knew what he was thinking, for she had been on the porch when he had chal lenged Herendeen. She said in a subdued voice: “I’m not surprised you were will ing to quarrel with him. It goes back a long way. You never forget anything.” He said, “Thanks for the supper, Ann,” and walked on through the store to the front porch. She fol lowed him she was beside him when he paused on the street. Janet ran forward from the store’s back al ley, out of breath and laughing. At this moment Morgan's interest was wholly on the street. Ann McGar rah saw how closely he studied the roundabout shadows. It was a care SADDU^IHM Bq Ernest Haycox fulness that he had always had, as though the need of it had been burned in him since the beginning. Darkness rolled tidally down the hills, filling War Pass. Lights glint ed through window and doorway and made yellow fanwise pools on the walks and the night breeze bore in sage scent and pine scent from the upper country. The Burnt Ranch stage stood before the hotel, ready to go. Morgan’s attention clung to the dark area around Gentry’s cor ral a long while. Afterwards he said, to Janet: “You’re staying here for a few days. Let’s take a little walk before I start home.” Ann McGarrah knew where they were going. Paused by the store’s doorway, she watched these two, the tall shape of the man and the slender figure of the girl side by side, go down into Old Town, Jan et’s small hand gripping her fa ther’s. One light illumined them a moment, then they were lost be yond Old Town as they walked to ward the cemetery. Beyond Old Town a creek came out of the hills and crossed under the road with a liquid lapping. Past the creek the round-topped wooden headboards of the cemetery glowed vaguely white under the moonlight. Following the irregular row, Mor gan stopped before his wife’s grave. Janet’s hand gripped his fingers more tightly and she stood quite close to him. He heard her soft, long sigh. “It would be so nice to have a mother.” This was the thing that hit him so hard, his daughter’s loneliness for a mother. He stood at the foot of the grave, with his hat removed, thinking back to that long-gone night when Lila Durrie, so full of life and laughter and recklessness, had smiled to him across the dance hall’s width, putting everything into her round black eyes. At eighteen a man was like the blowing wind he had gone over, knowing there would be a fight. Ben Herendeen had brought her to the dance and Ben Herendeen stood by, quietly raging. When the music started Lila Durrie looked up at the sullen Herendeen, laughed at him and took Clay Morgan’s arm, dancing away. At the doorway they had stepped out down by the row of buggies, in the bland black night, they had stood a moment, no longer cool and no longer laughing. Even now Mor gan remembered the sharpness, the wild intensity of his feelings as he kissed her and heard her whisper in his ears. “Clay—Clay, do you love me?” They had gone immedi ately to his rig. At daylight they were married. There hadn’t been time for a pic ture or for much of anything else. At that time he owned a small ranch in the Lost Hills and ran a few cows on it. This was where they set up housekeeping, a long way from town, a long way from dances or from her friends. She had been used to better things and couldn’t help remembering it. She was a stormy girl, so rash in anger, so quick to seek laughter, by turns so terribly forlorn and so tempestuous ly happy. Four months after their marriage Herendeen rode up to the place and stepped from the saddle. From the far corner of the mead ow, Clay had seen this. When he reached the house Herendeen was laughing and she was laughing but that laughter stopped soon enough, for Herendeen said: “Why stick so close to the house, Clay? Don’t you trust your wife?” Morgan drew the cigar from his mouth, feeling some of the fury of that fight. He had rushed against Herendeen, hearing his wife’s scream of protest. Herendeen start ed laughing again, but when they were finished, both exhausted and drained dry and badly beaten, there was no amusement in Herendeen. That hurt still came back to plague Morgan, even now he remembered how he walked to the corral and hung his elbows against it to keep from falling, and how blindly Her endeen staggered toward his horse. He had whipped Herendeen in that fight and yet he had lost for, five months later, shortly after Janet’s birth, Lila had looked up from her I’fljf He was listening to the thinned re port of a man’s loud*voice. bed, white and strengthless, all her love gone, and whispered: “I should tell you something. Clay. I made a mistake. It was Ben I wanted to marry. You and I are not at all alike.” And so she had died. He had turned away. But he turned back, holding the warm small hand of his daughter within his own big fingers, knowing that in his daughter’s head was a wistful and wonderful image of her mother —an image made out of a child’s longing. Like a fairy tale, he thought, that had to be bright and always fair. He was thinking of this, pleased by her pleasure, when he saw a low-bent and shadowy shape run from the alley adjoining the Moun tain House hotel and whip across the street toward Mike Boylan’s blacksmith shop. This was in the corner building of Old Town, and Mike Boylan, late-working, had hung a lantern above the shop’s wide double-door. A saddle horse stood loose before Boylan’s rack, toward which the running man aimed. Far ther up the street somebody shouted a warning and a Three Pines rider rushed forward from McGarrah’s store. Slowly pacing forward to ward Mike Boylan’s shop, Morgan identified the runner as soon as the latter entered the yellow arc of the lantern’s light. It was Ollie Jacks. Ollie Jacks’ breath was a lung ing, painful sound in the night as he rushed against the horse, threw himself into the saddle and clawed at the reins. For a brief moment his face came around and Morgan saw the constricted desperation on it then Ollie Jacks slashed the horse away from the blacksmith shop, turned into the gap between Old Town and McGarrah’s store, and raced down-slope into the des ert. Janet’s hand gripped Clay Mor gan’s fingers. “What’s the matter, Daddy?” “Nothing,” he said, “nothing but Ollie Jacks having some fun.” He quickened his step, coming into the gap and halting there as a pair of Three Pines men reached it. Heren deen arrived, saying: “Get your horses,” and then these men were facing Clay Morgan. One of them had drawn his gun to take a shot at the retreating Ollie Jacks. He held the gun half out of the holster, star ing at Morgan, but Ollie Jacks was gone and it was too late and he let the gun drop back, shrugging his shoulders. Three Pines men were riding up behind Herendeen and Herendeen's face was red and round. The echo of Ollie Jacks’ horse made a dying tattoo in the black ness, out in the desert. Other Three Pines riders were rushing from town by the stage road. Morgan said, courteous and quiet: “Maybe Jan et and I are in your way. We’ll step aside.” “No,” said Herendeen, rage run ning behind his false-cool tone. “There is nothing to hurry about. There’s a time for everything, Clay. Good evening, Janet.” Janet said in her precise, little woman’s voice: “Good evening.” Morgan pulled her gently on to Mc Garrah’s porch. Ann McGarrah waited there. Part of the Three Pines crew galloped toward the des ert, after Ollie Jacks. Herendeen walked up the street, his boots lift ing dust. Morgan said, “I’ll ride along, hon ey. Be back in a few days. You have a good time.” He reached down and kissed her, feeling the warmth of her hands as she held them at the back of his neck. He was smiling as he straightened, smiling at Janet, and then at Ann McGarrah’s attentive eyes. Out on the desert far out a gunshot sounded, quick and faint, and was echoed by two other shots. That was all. Ann McGarrah saw the smile die and .saw the flame of tem per in his eyes. They both knew Ollie Jacks was dead. Herendeen had respected Morgan’s challenge that and nothing more. Morgan lift ed his hat, noting how Ann Mc Garrah’s arm rested on Janet’s shoulder. He said, “Good night,” and turned into the street. (TO I'" COM IM. EDI Armorsville Sunday visitors at the Chas. Mont gomery home were: Mrs. Eva Mont gomery, Mrs. Vaughn Spellman and daughter Patsy, Mr. Fred Battels and son Harry and daughter Mil dred, Mr. and Mrs. Robert Matter of Lima. Miss Elsjje Jean Wilkins is spend ing several days with her aunt, Mrs. Wm. E. Coldiron of Detroit. Mr. and Mrs. Laurence Hosafros, Mr. Geo. Boedicker called on Mr. Will Burman at the Memorial hos pital in Lima, Saturday night. L. A. S. and W. M. S. of Liberty Chapel Church will meet for an all day meeting with Rev. and Mrs. Kauffman of Mt. Cory, Thursday, June 11th. Mr. Carl McCafferty, Mr. Chas. Montgomery and Mr. Fred Battels called on C. E. Klingler Sunday afternoon. Mrs. C. E. Klingler spent the week end with Mr. and Mrs. W. E. Coldiron of Detroit. Mr. and Mrs. Harry Moore and family, Mr. and Mrs. Homer Sieferd and son were Sunday dinner guests of Mr. and Mrs. W. I. Moore and Raymond Tuttle. Afternoon callers were Mr. and Mrs. Chas. Hall and family, Mr. and Mrs. Morris Dye, Mr. and Mrs. Otis Basinger and Mr. Dunlap. Mrs. Chas. Hankish and daughter Rita, son Gene called at the Chas. Montgomery home one day last week. Mrs. Chas. Montgomery and son Chas. Spent Friday in North Balti more. News Want-ads bring results. THE BLUFFTON NEWS, BLUFFTON. OHIO 9 s *1 OHIO’S LAKES AM) PARKS Ohio offers many state-owned lakes and parks for the complete entertain ment of tourists and seekers of vacation close to home. Picnic tables and ovens and all sanitary conveniences are available, together with shelter houses, tent and tiailer camp sites, fishing and swimming, row-boating and canoeing. At certain parks cottages may be rented. Pictured above is the lake Roosevelt Recreation area in Scioto County, fifteen miles west of Ports mouth. A list of state-owned lakes and parks, together with copy of booklet Enjoy 1 ourself in Ohio and 1942 Ohio Highway Map mav be had bv mail ing request to Ohio Development and Publicity Commission, Wyandotte’ Build ing, Columbus, Ohio. Mainly PeManal June—month of brides, bugs and roses maybe we didn’t name them in order of importance anyway the other night when we got the first mosquito bite of the season we were inclined to put them as tops on the nuisance list looks as if there might be a goodly number of June brides what with the boys going off to camp and school out and Sunday night’s storm played havoc with a lot of roses and peonies in full bloom. Hot, sultry weather with tempera tures hitting tops in the upper eighties and frequent thunderstorms and more blistering sun has made ideal corn growing weather—with just one minor distracting detail— about one-third of the corn is not yet planted. Oldtimers are quoting the time worn rhyme, which experts say about sizes up the situation correct ly in regard to loss per acre of late corn planting. It goes something like this: “A bushel a day Is the price we pay For planting corn After the middle of May.” However, on the brighter side of the situation remains the fact that the enforced late corn planting this year may materially lessen corn borer damage. The midsummer weather of the past week has put the Buckeye swimming off to a flying start and youngsters just out of school are enjoying the recreation—although some of them say the water is still cold. Memorial day found little decrease in the usual volume of holiday traffic, according to C. E. Daily, liv ing south of town on the Dixie who drove more than 300 miles from Springfield, Ill., where he is employ ed to spend the week-end at his home. Accidents, however, were less numerous due to slower driving speeds generally and emergency tire repairs along the roadside were not uncommon. And speaking of driving speeds C. W. “Cy” Newman of Washing ton says that a steady 40 miles per hour gets you places about as soon as the old type of driving intermit tently at 60. He should know since he and his wife, the former Bertha Roethlisberger, Bluffton native, drive out here every summer to visit at the home of her sister, Mrs. Jesse Bracy and family. They are here this week. Newman says that with gas rationing in the east one must save up his regular allotment for weeks in advance before starting on a long trip. Wartime restrictions on motorists, however, are too severe to hazard a cross country auto trip from Cali fornia, writes Mrs. W. B. Temple of Monrovia, remembered here as Lou ella Geiger. Expecting to drive east this summer, she writes that the plan has been shelved for the dura tion. Her son Kenneth who was graduated Wednesday from the Uni versity of California at Los Angeles will enlist shortly in the army offic ers training corps. If you’re in a hurry, take a plane and it doesn’t take long—and saves tires, too. Mr. and Mrs. James Basinger flew from Nashville, Tenn., to Vandalia, near Dayton in making a trip to spend Memorial day and the week end here. It takes a little over two hours by plane from Nash ville to Vandalia with stops at Cin cinnati and Louisville, Ky. Basing er, son of Mr. and Mrs. Noah Bas inger, holds a good position at the Vultee aircraft factory at Nashville. Cherry picking in May is unusual but it happened in Bluffton, Sunday when John Biome picked several quarts of dark red sweet cherries from a tree at his home on North Main street. We know they are mighty good because John left us a general sample, Monday. With sugar rationing this year, sweet cherries will be in big demand. When Millard Oberly moved into the Mrs. Gid Locher house on Cherry street Monday, it was more than just an ordinary moving of a family from one house to another. Four generations of the Oberly family were involved in the transfer. Along with Mr. and Mrs. Millard Oberly came his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Levi Oberly and LaDonna Oberly and Millard’s grandmother Mrs. Peter Oberly, aged 96 and one of the oldest residents in the Bluff ton district. The fourth generation of the Oberly family involved in the moving are the children of Mr. and Mrs. Millard Oberly consisting of three boys, Kenneth, Robert and Richard and one daughter Sara. Comes word from Donald ‘Buddie’ Luginbuhl, soldiering down at Ft. Knox, Ky. Buddie who got into the army a month ago is an expert when it comes to the “innards” of a John Deere tractor—and it didn’t take the army long to find this out and put him on a job of repairing tanks and trucks where he is right at home. The camp covers 115,000 acres, and it’s easy to become lost, he writes. “The News is like a letter from home”, writes Mrs. Sarah S. Geiger, formerly of Bluffton, now with her daughter, Mrs. E. L. Harshbarger in North Newton, Kansas. Dr. Harshbarger, a patient in the hospi tal at that place for more than a year continues ill, altho showing some improvement. Almost everyone had some har rowing experience to relate concern ing the bolt of lightning that did some damage in toAvn Sunday night about 11 o’clock. Numerous residents reported their lights went out after the bolt struck. Many saw flashes of fire in their telephones or radios. Num erous radios were reported as burn- WE PAY FOR HORSES $6.00 COWS $4.00 (of size and condition) Call ALLEN COUNTY FERTILIZER 23221—LIMA, OHIO Reverse Tel. Charges E. G. Buchsieb, Inc. High Quality West Virginia COAL LUMP EGG STOKER See me before placing your order. R. E. Trippiehorn Phone 161-W ed out. Yours truly saw a blinding Hash and heard a roar like a can non in his fireplace as he was sit ting in his easy chair reading a detective story. Many people were certain that the bolt struck their own houses until investigation show ed otherwise. Altho hazing is not supposed to start until next September it has been reported that several freshmen boys have been thrown in the Buck eye with their clothes on. The first of the yearlings to experience the all-of-a-sudden bath were Donald Root and Charles Swank. For all of you who indulge in ex cessive worry you might try Coach Burcky’s technique. He sets aside Thursday afternoon from 2 to 4 o’clock to do all of his worrying for the week. If any worries come up during the week he says that he just throws them out of his mind and deals with matter on Thursday. It’s surprising what this can do for one’s mental health, the coach tells us. The torrential downpour Monday afternoon caught many a Bluffton resident stranded. People could be seen rushing up on nearby porches or under the awning at various stores. Bluffton audiences are beginning to really know Rev. Davidian of Lima who delivered the splendid Memorial Day address at the high school Saturday morning. This was the fourth address he presented to a Bluffton audience this year having spoken previously to the Lions club, the college Vespers, the high school assembly and now the community gathering. He is called for ad dresses here several times every year. But apparently other com munities enjoy his pleasing presen tation for we were informed that he gave nine commencement addresses to high schools in this area. A. L. 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