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THURSDAY, JUNE 18, 1942
By
THE STORY SO FAR: Clay Morgan is
determined to play a lone hand against
Ben Herendeen, a rancher who is out to
run the cattle country his own way. As
a rancher, Morgan knows he must pro
tect his own rights, but he doesn't like
Herendeen's methods. Of his former
friends, only Hack Breathitt has not
gone over to Herendeen’s side. The
rest—Charley Hillhouse, Gurd Grant and
Lige White, for example, are supporting
Herendeen, more or less in self defense.
They don’t like his methods, either, but
they believe that if they don't follow him
they will lose everything.
Now continue with the story.
CHAPTER IV
At daybreak Clay Morgan rode as
far as the Antelope Plains with the
roundup crew and worked with it un
til mid-morning. Afterwards he sot
off to have a lock at the grass and
water on the western edge of the
Moguls. Gurd Grunt, having busi
ness at his own ranch, went along.
Gurd was a big and completely
friendly man of Morgan’s age with
light features and a consistently
pleased expression in his eyes. There
was no malice and no subterfuge
of any kind in Gurd, But now, as
he rode, he spoke in a rather trou
bled, uncertain way of Herendeen.
“You know, Clay, he ain't such a
bad fellow. I hate to see ycu two
start chewing the same piece of
leather. Of course, you never did
like each other. I can remember as
far back as school when you and
Ben got in some pretty tough jan
gles.”
“Gurd,” said Morgan, turning to
ward his partner, “I want to warn
you. Ben’s the kind of a fellow that
gets worse the farther he goes. May
be he’ll start by chasing a few
crooks out of the country. But he
won’t stop there. He’ll get the idea
that nobody has any rights unless
they’re riding close to him.”
Riding on through the short hills,
they came to Crowfoot’s quarters
seated in a small round valley
backed against the Haycreek Hills.
A creek, charging out of the pine
timber, crossed the meadow in front
of a low, long-galleried white house
surrounded by poplar trees. The
two dismounted in this pleasant
shade and went back to the dining
room for a late noon meal. They
were still at the table when a single
rider came out of the hill trail at a
full gallop. A moment later Cath
erine Grant appeared.
“Gentlemen,” she said, “you are
both very solemn.”
Gurd Grant held his seat with a
brother’s habitual indifference but
Clay Morgan rose at once before
this laughter-loving girl with the gay
and gently blue eyes. This was
Catherine Grant, who, with her
brother Gurd, ran Crowfoot.
“Once,” she reflected, “there was
a
man named Morgani He lived on
top of a mountain and never did
come down. He grew a beard, so
they say, and got the habit of talking
to himself. I wonder whatever hap
pened to him?”
“Crazy as always,” said Gurd.
“And quit running your horse down
that trail, you hear?”
She didn’t hear. She stood in front
of Clay, stripping away her riding
gloves—smiling and watching his an
swering smile break the solid
healthy darkness of his face. Gurd
Grant sat as an interested and for
gotten spectator to this scene, quick
to note his sister’s instant gaiety in
front of Clay, and Clay’s lightening
expression. There always had been
an odd closeness between these two
people. Sometimes, as now, that
closeness puzzled him and some
times bothered him he never could
get at its meaning. All he knew
was that whenever they met they
seemed to share some old memory
which excluded everybody else, as
now. He rose and left the room.
The cook brought Catherine her
meal. She sat opposite Clay, eating
a little and talking a little. Clay
lighted a smoke. He braced his el
bow on the table, chin propped in
his long, heavy hand. “Your hair,”
he said, “is getting darker.”
“That’s gray you see. Gray from
worry.”
“When you were eighteen it was
almost a carrot red.”
She said: “I remember you said
that once, a long time ago. It al
most made me cry. I came home
and wondered if I could dye it.”
“We used to talk pretty straight,
didn’t we? We had some tall quar
rels.”
She gave him a straight, smileless
look. “Why did we ever quarrel,
Clay?”
“Maybe,” he said, “it was be
cause we always stuck together and
had so damned much fun.” He
wasn’t sure of what he wished to
say. This girl was a close, deep
part of his life. Once, she had been
nearer to him than any other wom
an. Some of that old feeling re
mained, so that when he sat by her
now he had a feeling of pleasant
ease knowing that he had to ex
plain nothing to her, knowing that
she understood.
Suddenly she rose and turned
away, knowing what was in his
mind. He left the table, following
her out to the house porch. He
said: “See you later, Catherine.”
“All right, Clay.”
Gurd came around the house. He
said to his sister in a teasing,
amused voice: “Rakin’ up the ashes
of an old fire?”
“Hush.”
“You two,” commented Gurd,
“used to be pretty thick. Before
Lila came along. I always won
dered how thick?”
She straightened against the porch
post and showed him a self-con
tained expression. Gurd laughed a
little, seeing his sister close up on
him, and ceased to laugh, when he
thought of something else. “I don’t
Ernest Haycox
like the way he’s acting. He won’t
talk to Ben.”
“No,” said Catherine. “He never
will.”
“It was something that had to do
with Lila and Ben, wasn’t it?”
She shook her head. “Never mind,
Gurd.”
The quick ruffle of horses’ hooves
turned her against the porch post
and in this attitude she watched
Herendeen and Lige White cross the
meadow. When they reached the
porch Lige White lifted his hat with
a gallant flourish he could never es
cape. Herendeen simply stepped
down, saying: “Want to see you,
Gurd.”
Herendeen said, “Why don’t
we go into War Pass some
night. Catherine, and paint the
town?”
They sat down in the drowsy shade
of the living room. Lige White
looked around, chuckling over a sud
den fancy. “I remember how your
mother used to receive visitors here.
A very proper and courteous wom
an, Gurd.”
“Gurd,” said Een Herendeen,
blunt and impatient as always,
“we’re going to set some men on
these hill trails at night. Just to
see who travels ’em after dark. Lige
has agreed to take care of the Ante
lope Plains. I'm posting one near
the west base of the Moguls. I want
you to keep some men up there on
the high trail to War Pass. Be sure
they don't talk and be sure they do
this after dark.”
“All right,” said Gurd. “But
you’re fishin’ with a pretty loose net.
What we need is a man to just ride
around with his eyes and ears open,
without being suspected.”
“Range detective,” said Lige
White.
Herendeen gave both of them a
stolid look. “Already got that man.”
“Who?” asked Grant.
Herendeen bent forward and let
the man’s name drop softly into the
room. “Now,” he added, “say noth
ing about it. Anybody knew it was
him, his life wouldn’t be worth
much.” He put his hard stare on
Gurd Grant. “I don't want Morgan
to know, either.”
“Well now,” answered Gurd Grant
with slow discomfort, “I don’t know
about that. He's in this, too.”
“What was he playin’ along with
Ollie Jacks for? Anybody know
where he really stands? Anybody
got a square answer out of him?
No. Until we do we’ll keep this to
ourselves.” He had a way of drop
ping his closed fist through the air
to drive home his talk he did it
now. Then he added, dryly: “It
may be he’s on the other side of the
fence.”
“That’s a damned fool thing to
say,” flared up Gurd Grant. “I don’t
like it.”
“He’s protecting Hack Breathitt,”
pointed out Herendeen. “And what’s
Hack? Figure it out.”
“Wait a minute,” said Gurd
Grant, “Hack’s all right.”
“He made camp with Pete Bor
ders last night,” said Herendeen.
Grant scowled at the news. “Fool
ish thing to do,” he admitted.
Herendeen rose. “You two fel
lows meet me at my place around
six. Maybe I can show you some
thing. Maybe, before long, we’ll
smoke out Morgan. Far as I’m con
cerned, it's fish or cut bait. We’ll
have this country empty of people
that don’t belong in it by ninety
days.” He slapped his hand sharply
against his knee and rose, leading
the other two to the porch.
Catherine remained by the steps.
Herendeen paused and put his round
blue glance on her, cool and ap
praising he betrayed himself to
her, in the way he used his eyes.
He showed her what he was think
ing. “Friday night then, Catherine,”
he said and went to his horse, rid
ing out of the meadow with Lige
White.
“Gurd,” reflected Catherine, “be
careful in what you promise Ben.”
Gurd said: “We’ve all got to stick
together,” and went back through
the house.
Catherine turned into the house,
climbing the stairs to her own room.
She started to remove the riding
habit but stopped and sat on the
“Why don’t we go into War Pass
some night, Catherine, and paint the
town?”
edge of the bed, closely thinking. All
the talk of the men had come
through the front room's open win
dow to her—all of it, excepting the
name of Herendeen's informer.
Leaving Grant's ranch, Clay Mor
gan rode north through a gentle up
and-down roll of hills carpeted with
bunch grass and loosely studded by
twisted, ancient junipers and jack
pine. Later in the afternoon he
passed the valley of Herendeen’s
ranch at some distance and entered
the footslopes of Mogul, through
short ravines shaded by box elder
and alder and cottonwood.
Thus he rode upward with the
quartering trails of Mogul, toward
its plateau in the late afternoon
hours. The sun fell behind the west
ern mountains in a formless red
eruption. In another half hour twi
light, cool and tremendously still,
whirled about him. Beyond eight
o’clock he sighted the glint of light
from his ranch house, shining across
the flats. Reaching home, he had
supper and sat on the porch. Muscu
lar weariness loosened his long
frame and the ease of the darken
ing night got into him fed and indo
lent, he swayed the rocker across
the loose porch boards and breathed
the fragrance of his cigar.
Quietly he smoked his cigar, un
til he heard the far rhythm of a
horse coming out of the west, around
the foot of the Mogul Hills. He took
the cigar from his mouth, cupping
its glowing tip in his palm, and sat
quietly until the rider turned in
at the porch. Catherine Grant called
quietly, “Clay,” and got down.
He brought over another rocker.
She sat beside him, lying back. Her
arm trailed over the rocker's arm,
her face was a round soft-shining
blur in the dark. But he didn’t need
to see it he remembered how her
lips would be long and gently
pursed, how half-grave and half
amused her eyes would be. She
said in a serious voice: “Maybe I’m
doing something you won’t like. I’m
carrying tales. Ben and Lige White
came over to see Gurd directly aft
er you left. Ben’s going to have
men out in the hills, looking for
rustlers. He's got somebody in the
country pussyfooting for him. I don't
know who it is—but somebody we’re
all acquainted with, I think. Gurd
wanted to tell you all this. Ben
said he didn’t trust you.”
Morgan said: “Sounds natural.”
She let the silence go along quite
an interval. Her voice was cool and
near. “You hate him more than
people realize, Clay. As he hates
you. Nothing ever would bring you
together. Is that why you took Ol
lie Jacks’ part?”
“No,” he answered.
She didn’t press the point. This
was the way they had always been,
close and tolerant, sometimes an
gered and frank, but never demand
ing. She had a silent streak of her
own, a depth she never let others
see and she gave him the same
respect. She said now: “Do you
know why I came?”
He said, cheerfully: “To sit on
my porch again.”
“Clay,” she said, almost as a
warning, “let’s keep away from
that.”
“Why did you come?” he said
obediently.
“To tell you I think Ben would
do anything to lay a trap for you.
Remember that—always remember
that.”
He said: “I’ll tell you this,” and
turned slowly in the rocker, hearing
other horses sweep around the base
of the Mogul Hills. Catherine came
to her feet. She murmured: “I don’t
want to be seen here,” and stepped
inside the house.
Morgan went to her horse and led
it around to the dark side of the
house. A single rider rushed at the
porch, with other riders pounding
more distantly behind him. Clay re
turned to the porch, watching the
first rider’s shape break the black
ness and circle into the yard. His
horse was hard-breathing, pushed
by a long run he said, as he stepped
to the ground, “Me, Clay. Me—
Hack.”
“What’s the trouble?”
(TO HE CONTINUED)
Pleasant View
Mr. and Mrs. William Carr and
daughters motored Monday to at
tend graduation exercises at Ohio
State University where their daugh
ter Barbara was a member of the
1942 class.
Mrs. Myra Freeh and children of
Rawson spent Sunday with Mr. and
Mrs. Wm. Habegger.
Mr. and Mrs. Earnest Cramer
have returned from their wedding
trip and are now located on a farm
near West Independence.
Mrs. Elmer Schaeublin and daugh
ter of Bluffton were week-end guests
of Mr. and Mrs. Lewis Wynkoop and
family.
Word has been received here of
the marriage of David Carr and
Kathryn Alspach at Decatur, Ala.,
on Tuesday of last week. Mr. Carr
is an instructor in the Southern
Aviation school there.
Miss Geneva Bennett of Findlay
is visiting in the home of her grand
father, J. G. Harris.
Wayne Habegger spent Sunday
with his sister, Mr. and Mrs. Oren
Doty and daughter.
Ohio poultrymen who are paying
high prices for feed will be inter
ested in the rat control discussion at
Ohio Poultry Day, Wooster, Wednes
day, June 24. Rat proof construc
tion and way to destroy rats with
bait and traps will be explained at
the meeting.
NOTICE OF APPOINTMENT
The State of Ohio,
Allen County, sa
Estate of John J. Badertscher, Decaned.
Dan R. Trippiehorn of Bluffton, -Ohio, han
been apjointed and qualified as Administrator
with will annexed of the estate of John J.
Badertacher, late of Allen Count, Ohio, de
ceased.
Dated this 9th day of June. 1942.
RAYMOND P. SMITH.
10 Probate Judge.
THE/BLUFFTON NEWS, BLUFFTON, OHIO
Mainly
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Ohio s Summer Piaygro tin
Town talk....sure it’s rubber....
yeah, they want it even if it is old....
beats all how much i rubber there
is around this house....and while
you’re hunting rubber, might try and
find the location of Bluffton’s voting
Precincts and D....if you know
where they are, look up some of the
local politickers and tell ’em....be
cause they don’t know... .and it looks
as if there will be some precincts
without committeemen as a result of
the mixup....and with anglers out
bright and early Tuesday morning
seeking to hook bass on the first day
of the season looks as if this week
will be open season for hunting a lot
of things.
Remember when they used to run
excursions to Cedar Point—years
ago? Well believe it or not, you may
see ’em again this year. Word comes
from the Lake Era*, resort that it is
expecting the largest excursion seas
on of boat and train service since be
fore days of the automobile.
Beats all what a lot of changes this
rubber situation is making. One
farmer wheeled into town for a loaf
of bread the other day. Did he come
in his car—well guess again, he drove
his tractor in. After all, he can still
get tires for the tractor.
And tractors are being used to haul
in trailers filled with feed for grind
ing at the mills here. They’re leav
ing the autos in the garage for Sat
urday night and Sunday. Some
chance to get tires for trailers with
odd size wheels so it looks like a
tractor-trailer hookup for the dura
tion.
A. C. “Arch” Griffith of Madison,
W. Va., remembered by the oldtimers
here sends us this one from their lo
cal Rotary club sheet: “Going to the
bottom of little things will get you on
top of big things.”
Oscar Wenger of Spring street has
an interesting hobby—collecting old
history text books. Wenger has ac
cumulated quite a number of these
books—some of them used in schools
before the Civil war. One of his old
est texts was printed in 1854.
Strawberries—growing wild along
the Nickel Plate tracks south of the
railroad bridge have been attracting
a let of berry pickers during the past
week. One of the largest patches of
wild berries in this section, so we are
told.
Looks like a big wheat crop this
year if the sample brought in Mon
day by Ray Mumma is any indication.
The head seven inches in length was
from the Ray Lora farm in Monroe
township. The field from which this
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COWS $4.00
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ALLEN COUNTY FERTILIZER
Lake Erie’s 22d miles of shore forming part cf Ohio’s northern boundary
offer a vacation'and of unparalleled charm, noted for its surf beaches, sport
fishing and boating facilities, as well as popular amusement resorts, pictur
esque parks and a network of excellent parkways and highways. Ohioans
need not travel far from home to find ideal vacation spots offering a variety
of sports and summer pastimes certain to please all tastes. A booklet entitled
“Enjoy ourself in Ohio” is now available and copy may be had by mailing
a request to the Ohio Development and Publicity Commission, Wyandotte
Building, Columbus, Ohio.
23221—LIMA, OHIO
R*reree Tel. Charm E. G. BnchaUb, Ine.
was taken has wheat with long heads
and short stems. The head is about
one-third longer than the average, it
was stated by Harry Barnes, high
school agricultural instructor.
Well, well, it’s a small world after
all. You’ll agree with us after we
tell you this one about Elbert Kibele,
Kermit’s elder brother and a buck
private down at Camp Bowie, Texas.
On the street in Ft. Worth the other
day he overheard one man say to an
other “Good morning Mr. Tripple
horn.” It sounded like Bluffton, so
Elbert introduced himself and found
it to be Dave Tripplehom, oldtime
Bluffton resident and a brother of
Fred, John and Dan.
Accuracy certainly is the key work
in the vocabulary of D. C. Bixel,
Bluffton watch repairman. We over
heard a conversation recently between
Bixel and a customer in which a loss
of 15 seconds in a watch during a
period of several days was considered
a matter of grave concern.
How many of you have heard Hugh
Downs announce famous name dance
bands over Detroit radio station WW-
He also announced certain ad
vertising programs in the morning.
Many here remember his as a student
at Bluffton college in 1938 and 1939
where he was enrolled in the music
department. After he left school here
he was announcer for three years at
Lima station WLOK. Last year he
received a bid to the big time stuff
in Detroit. His voice and general
radio presentation is certainly very
pleasing.
Pvt. Lysle Kohli, son of Mrs. Eva
Kohli of West Elm street, understands
what gas rationing really means.
When his division was transferred
from Ft. George Meade in Maryland
to the A. P. Hill Reservation in Vir
ginia the soldiers had to hoof it the
entire 140 mile stretch. The soldiers
marched about 20 miles every day for
about a week and Lysle says that 140
miles is really far away when you
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have to walk every step of it. Rea
son for the hike was the eastern
coast gasoline shortage.
Altho it might be termed just a
little
late to begin one's vegetable
garden we nevertheless admire Ar
den Baker for his print determination
to obtain seed potatoes. After search
ing every store in town and calling
on potato growers in^ the vicinity he
finally found enough of the tuber type
seed in Millen Geiger's refuse. When
doubts were expressed as to the pro
fligacy of th seed. Baker indicated
that all he wanted was the satisfac
tion of planting the blamed things.
Of course, with potatoes sky high no
one would object if a bushel or so
would result from the planting, says
Baker.
With the drive for scrap rubber
now under way in Bluffton many res
idents here are wondering what items
they might have to contribute to the
cause of victory. How many rubber
items can you think of? Only about
a dozen. Well here’s a list that may
be of help:
Worn out tires and tubes, hot water
bottles and rubber tubing, rubber
toys, stair treads and door mats, rub
ber floor mats (from baggage com
partment of car), garden hose, old
rubber soles and heels, tennis shoes,
rubber bathing shoues, caps and siuts,
rubber gloves, rubber sheets, rubber
baby pants, teething rings, overshoes,
galoshes and boots, raincoats and rain
hats, wringers rolls, rubber fly swat
ters, rubber sponges, rubber door
stops and bumpers, rubber kneeling
pads, rubber sink drain pads and mats,
rubber aprons, sink and tub stoppers,
rubber bathtub mats, rubber bottle
stoppers, rubber exercisers, rubber
stockings, reducing corsets, golf balls,
tennis balls, rubber stove pads, cof
fee maker gaskets, rubber washers,
rubber bands, broken jar rings, toy
ballons.
There are just a few of the items
that are lying around every house
hold all of which are vitally needed
at the present time.
There are a lot of folks who start
to keep a diary—but those who con
tinue year after year are few. One
of the most consistent diarists we
know of is Will Kidd, residing south
of Bluffton. For forty-seven years
—since 1895—he has kept a diary
and has never missed a single daily
entry. And come to think of it—a
diary for forty-seven years would
make a library of no small size.
That’s right, for Will was in town
Monday morning buying another
book for his diary. He says it’s the
forty-third book.
Armorsville
Week end visitors of Mr. and Mrs.
W. I. Moore and Raymond Tuttle
were Mr. and Mrs. Howard Moore
of Bement, Ill. Mr. and Mrs.
Hershal Moore and family, of
Chicago, Ill. Sunday visitors were
Mr. ajid Mrs. Leo Beagle and family
of Detroit Mr. and Mrs. Chas. Hall
and family of Carey Mr. and Mr's.
Morris Dye of near Alvada. Even
ing callers were Mr. and Mrs. Reed
Hilty and daughter of Piqua Mr.
and Mrs. Robert Ewing, and Miss
Rosann Hilty and Mr. and Mrs. C.
E. Klingler.
Mr. and Mrs. Cecil Hartman and
family were Sunday dinner guests
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at the O. P. Hartman home.
Mr. and Mrs. H. O. Hilty and
daughter called Saturday evening at
the W. I. Moore home.
Mr. and Mrs. Purl Hartman called
Sunday afternoon at the O. P. Hart
man home.
Mr. and Mrs. Dale Moore of De
troit are the parents of a daughter
Karen Marie.
Past week callers of Mrs. Gladys
Hosafros were Mrs. Earl Stewart
and daughter Fern, Sarah Oates and
Clarabel Owens.
Dorothy and Geneva Grismore are
spending the week with their grand
parents, Mr. and Mrs. O. P. Hart
man.
The L. A. S. and W.M.S. of the
Liberty Chapel church will have
their social evening, Thursday, June
25 at Orange Center. All members
of the church and Sunday school and
societies and their families are in
vited to attend.
Mr. and Mrs. H. O. Hilty and
daughter, Mr. and Mrs. Robert Ew
ing, Mr. and Mrs. Harold Young and
son, Mr. and Mrs. Reed Hilty and
daughter of Piqua were Sunday
visitors of Mr. and Mrs. Joe Hilty
and son of Columbus.
Mrs. W. E. Coldiron of Detroit
and Miss Lorraine Brideweaser of
Inkster, Mich., spent Wednesday
night and Thursday at the C. E.
Klingler home.
Control of inflation and prices is
vital to the success of the nation’s
war efforts. It is a duty to report
attempts to violate the regulations
governing prices and rationing.
NOTICE OF APPOINTMENT
The State of Ohio,
Allen Count),
E'tate of Mrs. Nellie Lewis, Deceased.
Harry E. Lewis of R. D. No. 5. Lima. Ohio,
has been appointed and qualified a« adminis
trator of the estate of Mrs. Nellie Lewis, late
of Allen County. Ohio, deceased.
Dated this 2nd day of June, 1942
RAYMOND P. SMITH,
10 Probate Judge.
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