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THURSDAY, JUNE 25, 1912
THE STORY SO FAR: Clay Morgan, a solitary man who cannot forget the wife who died hating him, refuses to “play hall’’ with Ben Herendeen, a rancher who wants to run the cattle country his own way. Morgan is a big rancher and knows he must protect him self against rustlers and “nesters,” but he doesn’t like Herendeen’s methods. Of his old friends, only Hack Breathitt has not gone over to Herendeen’s side. The others—like Lige White, Charley Hill bouse and Gurd Grant—are supporting Herendeen more or less in self defense. Gurd Grant’s sister, Catherine, is in love with Clay. She comes to see him and is forced to hide when riders are heard approaching. The first is Hack Breathitt, out of breath from hard riding. Now continue with the story. CHAPTER V Hack Breathitt stepped to the porch. He said: “I guess I nce^ a little help on this.” He was a thin, agitated shape in the shadows he was swearing softly to himself, full of anger. He listened to the strength ening rush of the yonder horses. “That will be Herendeen and Lige White and Gurd Grant. It has come to a hell of a pass when a man can’t ride these hills as he pleases.” Clay Morgan said, rough and sud den: “If they’re stepping on your feet, take a shot at them.” Hack let out a heavy, irritated sigh. “Not yet, Clay. I'm tryin’ to be peaceable.” They said no more, for the three ranchers had reached the yard. They were stopped, they were keep ing to their saddles, and letting the silence run they could see Hack and Morgan on the porch, touched by the outshining lamp light from the living room of the house. The three left their saddles, slow ly coming into the light. Morgan had his quick sight of their faces, of Gurd’s worried expression and of Lige White’s embarrassed dislike at what he was now doing, and of Ben Herendeen’s bony, flat triumph. “It’s what I expected,” Herendeen said. “You’re lucky i didn’t knock you out of that saddle,” grumbled Hack Breathitt. “If you had nothin’ to worry about, why run?” asked Herendeen. Hack Breathitt was a shrewd man and he had no trust in Ben Heren deen. He said, halfway between out rage and amusement: “Wasn’t run nin’, Ben. I was just bein’ careful. I just kept rememberin’ Ollie Jacks.” Gurd Grant said: “We were com ing along the trail down by Dell Lake and saw you and Pete Bor ders riding together. Pete hit off one way and you went another. All we wanted to know was why you camped with him last night. But you made a run of it.” “Clay,” said Herendeen, “you pro pose to shelter every brush-jumper that comes along?” “Hack’s a friend of mine,” stated Morgan, “and he’s on my land. I’ll stand behind him.” Herendeen said, to Breathitt, “If I ever see you around my country, Hack, I’ll open up on you.” He swung on his heels and left the porch. From his place by the doorway, Morgan noticed Gurd Grant swing from the porch end with a strange jerk of his shoulders and cross at once to his horse. He mounted quickly, waiting for Lige White and Herendeen. Darkness covered this yard but Morgan saw Gurd’s white and vague and staring face in the heavy shadows. A moment later all three of them trotted from the yard. As they left, Lige White said something to Grant. Gurd Grant never heard it. In stepping to the end of the porch he had noticed his sister’s horse in the farther dark ness and at that moment all his long wonder at her relations with Morgan froze into solid certainty— and left him, in that one passing interval, no longer Morgan's friend. Hack said: “Well, I’ll drift along.” “Put up for the night, Hack.” “No,” said Hack. “But I’m obliged for the help.” He looked down at the floor, involved in his own un certain thoughts. “It is the last time I’ll run from those fellows, Clay. I wanted no shootin’. Now, I don’t give a damn.” “Watch your step. Don’t let Ben push you into the wrong stall.” Hack drew a long breath. “So far,” he said, “I ain’t done a thing to be ashamed of, Clay. I want you to know that. Well, so-long.” He was soon gone, galloping south ward down the narrow valley. Mor gan waited until the sound of all these travelers faded into the night before going to the living room. Catherine came from the hallway toward him. “Clay—did he see my horse?” “I took it back of the house.” Relief came to her, though there was a shading of worry that wouldn’t leave. “Gurd’s a little touchy about me. I wouldn’t want ...” She didn’t finish that sentence. She showed him a stronger color ing, and covered it up with a quick question. “I heard all the talk. Are you sure you’re right, Clay?” He said: “Do what you can to keep Gurd out of it. Ben’s going to play hell with a lot of people. If it comes to a showdown I’ll have to go against him.” She murmured, “I know,” and the color of her eyes turned darker, turned softer. She saw the length of his jaw and the tension around his lips and the smoky excitement rising in his eyes. She said in a small, hurried voice, “Good night, Clay,” and went by him. He walked to the porch ar^ waited until she rode around the house. She paused a moment and held out her hand. The pressure of it was strong and the shock was there again for him. SUMMIT RUDE By Ernest Haycox She said, at once cool and near laughter: “Will I see you in town, Clay? There’s a dance Friday. I think Ben will be taking me.” “I’ll be there,” he said. On Thursday evening just beyond sunset, Ben Herendeen reached the ridge behind the Gale homestead and came over it so suddenly that he caught the Gale family eating supper under a lone juniper tree in the yard. He might have taken the route straight across Fanolango Des ert, but this would have given Gale notice from afar. Liard Connor and Bones McGeen, both being men who liked this kind of business, were with him. It amused Herendeen to see the complete shock his arrival pro duced. Gale rose, gaunt and gray headed and old-faced in the twilight. Mrs. Gale suddenly reached for the smallest child, wrapping her apron around him. There were three other children in the family, a girl near twenty and two younger boys. All of them remained still and for a moment he could see something pretty close to terror in the eyes of Gale’s wife. In a way it pleased him to find them still on the ranch. He proposed to make an example of the family and this made it easy. “I gave you time,” pointed out Herendeen. “Time for what?” asked Gale. “To kick a man around like a dog? I ain’t hurting you. This ain’t near your range. It should be Mr. White’s say—and he ain’t complained.” He didn’t speak of his legal right to be here on free Government land, for he knew how hopeless it was in front of a cattleman in cattle country. “That’s enough,” said Herendeen. “All you nesters are alike. I give you twenty minutes to clear your junk out of the shack.” Mrs. Gale at once turned and ran for the house, calling over her shoul ders, “Gale, help me. Daisy—come help me.” Gale didn’t move. He had his head down and he stared at the ground, hard-caught by indecision and futili ty. The girl, Herendeen observed, was pretty. He stared at her out of interested eyes and was irritated by the judgment he discovered on her face. The women were carrying their possessions out of the house—their kitchen implements, their clothes, their few sticks of furniture. Her endeen said, almost laughing, “Old man, if you expect to save your wagon you better get it out of the shed.” Gale stirred himself. He walked across the yard with his knees nev er quite straightening. He called to the oldest boy, “Give me a hand, son ny,” and both of them seized the tongue of the wagon and backed it from the shed. Afterwards Gale went into the corral for his horses. Herendeen watched the family move around the yard. He looked at his watch, and was a little disappoint ed that it was so easy. He said: “That’s twenty minutes. Set ’em afire.” Bones McGeen rode to the shed. Liard Connor got down and went into the house. Herendeen heard him tramping around the place the stove crashed down and in a little while smoke began to puff through the door. Connor came back. Mc Geen had piled some sage wood against the corner of the shed, and now this fire began to burn. Gale stopped harnessing the horses. He put his back against the wagon, watching the fire catch hold. One side of the shed turned into a yellow sheet of flame the doorway of the shanty showed a solid roll of smoke and fire inside—and there was no way now for the Gales to save anything. Herendeen said, to his men: “I guess that’s all.” But he looked at the girl, speculating on her. He said: “I’m not as bad as you’d figure. You want a job? It’s one way of keeping your family alive, anyhow.” Gale left the horses and walked to Herendeen. He said: “Mr. Heren deen, my daughter would drop dead before she took anything from you. 4 Mrs. Gale suddenly reached foi the smallest child, wrapping hei apron around him— And if she did take anything I’d kill her. I guess you’ve done us all the hurt you can. Go on and leave us alone. Someday, maybe I can pay you back.” “Hold on there,” said Herendeen. He got off his horse and walked up to Gale, catching the front of Gale’s shirt in his fingers. He shook Gale a little but there wasn’t any resistance in the older man at all his body swayed to the pressure of Herendeen’s arm. Mrs. Gale’s eyes showed a sudden terror. One of the boys reached down to seize a rock he would have thrown it at Heren deen if the girl hadn’t caught his arm. Herendeen said: “You had better keep your damned mouth shut. Hitch up that team and get out of the country. I don’t want to see you on this range again.” He released Gale and returned to his horse. Connor and McGeen joined him, the three of them cir cling the snapping, twisted rush of fire flames broke through the shan ty’s roof and the sky above this area began to glow. Looking back as a matter of caution, Herendeen saw the family still standing by the juniper tree. The girl had taken the youngest child in her arms. Gale had moved over to his wife. His arm was around her she had thrown her apron across her face and was crying. Late Friday afternoon, just as Clay Morgan was ready to leave the ranch for War Pass, Vance Ket chell came into the Long Seven yard and dropped off a tired horse. Vance was a steady-going young man who once had been a puncher for Heren deen’s Three Pines and now owned a few cows of his own up on the slope of the Cache Mountains. He didn’t say anything for a moment but Morgan saw that he was under considerable strain—and waited for Vance to make his talk. Vance fashioned a cigarette, lighted it and stood with his feet apart, staring across the narrow valley flats. He said, “Pretty country,” but really didn’t see it. When he pushed his hat back a mop of hair, black as crow, dropped down on his forehead. “Clay,” he said at last, “you hear about the Gales?” “Yes.” “I saw them over in Freeport yes terday. Pretty tough—pretty tough.” He smoked on and Morgan knew he had not yet come to his point. Some thing on the summit of the Mogul Hills seemed to interest Vance Ket chell as he added casually: “I like the family—I like the girl.” “Sure,” said Morgan, and under stood part of Vance's trouble then. “Clay, if that can happen to a nester, it can happen to me. I’m pretty small potatoes and it looks like something’s afoot to push us out.” He stared at Morgan, then said in an idle voice, “I heard the big outfits held a meetin’ the other day.” “Wasn’t present,” said Clay. He knew what lay in Ketchell’s mind. Ketchell was a cow hand at heart but he had his own interests to worry about now, and the affair at the Gale homestead hit pretty close. Ketchell was figuring out the politics of the country, wondering where his, Morgan’s, weight would be. Ketchell was too old a hand to ask the direct question, but never theless he kept circling around, hunting an answer. Ketchell said: “I don’t think it was right of Herendeen. Can’t blame a big outfit for watchin’ its own fences, but I ain’t so ignorant as I used to be. Small folks have got rights, Clay. There’s a hell of a lot of them in this world—and they got rights.” “If I were Gale,” said Morgan, “I’d cut the price of that home stead out of Herendeen's hide.” He saw relief change Ketchell’s face completely. Vance tossed away the cigarette he was grin ning beneath the shadow of his hat brim. “Yeah,” he said. “Well, see you in church.” He was on the horse and soon away and somewhere in his mind was a decision formed in that little space of time. (TO BE COM I ED) Must Be Wide Awake To Grow Good Fruit Early spring weather conditions favored the control of insects and diseases attacking Ohio fruit but conditions have changed since May 15 and growers now have to be wide awake to protect fruit from damage. Growers can get advice on spray ing by having their names placed on county agricultural agents’ mailing lists to receive the spray service letter. These letters are prepared by the extension men at the University and give specific directions about ma terials to use and times to apply sprays to control certain diseases or insects. The time of applying sprays is very important in securing ade quate protection for the fruit. The last spray service letter tells growers that codling moths have been flying since May 28, at Lorain and Port Clinton. The letter ad vises the application of a second cover spray for codling moth control, starting June 20 and finishing as soon as possible. The spray also can be used to con trol apple scab by adding the proper kind and amount of sulfur. Apple scab is reported in many Ohio orch ards and rains prevented timing the early sprays to give adequate con trol of this disease. Orchard owners who have had trouble with apple maggot are ad vised to repeat the cover spray about July 10, using either the lead arsenate recommended for codling moth control or calcium arsenate. Present prospects indicate that prices for clean fruit will more than repay costs of producing it in 1942. News want ads bring quick results. THE/BLUFFTON NEWS. BLUFFTON, OHIO Mainly, PeManal Town talk ...Ml hadn’t heard it our phone burned out Satur day night sure those cherries are ripe but who's gonna pick ’em and what about the sugar the bakery will be closed all next week to catch up on sugar, he said wonder if they’re going to play golf this summer nothing doing yet yeah, the old binder will have to do ... no new ones or even second hand and there may be some wheat cut by the end of this week farmers say yield this year will set no new high records and few expect more than an average crop. Bluffton dads were really in the money when Father’s day rolled around last Sunday. If you think Dad wasn’t handsomely remembered you just don’t know what’s going on. Good times and full pay en velopes in the Bluffton district were reflected in shirts, ties and socks showered upon dads in such quan tities that Bluffton retailers found their shelves practically swept bare of these items when they closed up shop Saturday night. Uncle Sam’s navy is really going places these days—thanks to its equipment and the men who know how to operate it. Paul Martinka, mechanical engineer at the Central Ohio’s Woodcock generating plant here who knows the workings of a steam turbine better than you know your automobile expects to leave this summer for naval service. Paul is a graduate of Case, top flight scientific school in Cleveland where he specialized in operation of tur bines and also marine architecture and design. There may have been men in Bluffton the first of the week busier than Eli Deppler—but w-e don’t know who they were. Saturday night’s electrical storm put out of commission more than ten percent of Bluffton’s telephone service and Eli as manager and chief trouble shooter was kept busy with a job big enough for a half-dozen men. If your phone’s out just be ‘patient. Remember the storm was the worst in recent years for telephone dam age and extra telephone repairmen are not to be had. Another of Bluffton’s claims to distinction as a town that is dif ferent is the fact that it has a family of opossums that call this their home. The animals have a nest in the vicinity of the Steiner hatchery on Cherry street but are seen at night in various parts of the business district. Since moving to town more than a year ago they have become tame and have little fear of humans. It w-as refreshing the other day to find a Bluffton woman—we prom ised not to use her name—who has the courage to fly in the face of the age-old rule that Monday is washday. Her washday is Saturday instead of Monday—for the very good reason that daughter who is free from school on Saturday can lend valuable assistance. So the family washing flaps on the line in solitary grandeur in that neighborhood every Saturday morning as proof that it is possible to plan housework according to reason rather than in obedience to custom. If you expect to spend your vaca tion at home this summer and picnic in your back yard, the state highway department will furnish free of LOCAL AND LONG DISTANCE HAULING Every Load Insured STAGER BROS. Bluffton. Ohio For Vigor and Health— include meat in your menu. Always ready to serve you. Bigler Bros, Fresh and Salt Meats 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. Buehsieh, Inc. TOMAT Added to Charley Trippiehorn’s collection of reptiles ’and other pets is an opossum, the gift of officials at the Toledo zoo where Charles again was a recent visitor. The animal has a real appetite and has shown a special liking for hamburger and milk. Donna Lou Stratton, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Donivan Stratton of near Columbus Grove, has a Shet land pony that has the peculiarity of refusing to move when it rains. The moment it starts raining the pony stays in the same spot until the rain has stopped. How to Display Ceiling Prices Ceiling Price may be shown for a group of identical items on the same shelf-such as canned tomatoes. charge plans for construction of a picnic oven, picnic tables and benches. Plans for rustic type shelter houses also are available. Address the division of landscape architecture, Ohio Department of Highways, Columbus. Remember Galen Leatherman, for mer Bluffton college student? Well, Galen was superintendent of schools in Hoytville, Wood county last year. Following the close of school he left Saturday with a group of selectees for the army. His induction leaves but one single man above high school age in Hoytville, Galen said. Malcolm Basinger found mowing the lawn for Bill Edwards pays dividends almost in gold. Malcolm, an enthusiastic stamp collector, was only too glad when Bill offered to pay’ him in old stamps. Upon searching thru the pile of stamps given to him Malcolm found two American 20 cent stamps with a 1915 date and having a market value of seven dollars each. The stamps were uncancelled and had a perforation number in the proper amount to make the high valuation. The town has been all but taken ___ mu tiTi a tfll WTIM* col I over by the several hundred United Brethren boys and girls attending the Sandusky young people’s confer ence being held on the Bluffton college campus. Many residents were inquiring as- to the sudden in flux of youngsters on the Bluffton streets, not knowing that a church conference was in progress. Inci dentally the college cooks are having quite a time finding enough food in the town for a crowd of that size. Have you noticed how popular the game of croquet is becoming in this town Maybe tire and impending gasoline restrictions have something to do with it but we have noticed an unusually large number of people playing the old fashioned game in the yards on Sunday afternoons or other times of leisure. We have to take our hats off to this year's senior class at Bluffton High school. Often the graduating seniors have left school with a debt to be assumed by the oncoming class but this year’s senior group has a balance in the treasury of better than $300. The officers are holding meetings trying to decide what dis posal should be made of the funds. Two heavily loaded branches of luscious looking cherries are on dis play at the Bluffton News window giving proof that the Bluffton dis trict is productive of quality fruits. One is from the fruit farm of Mrs. Fred Lehman, three and one-half miles west of town and the other from a tree of yellow Morenci's at the Chester Huber farm, south of town. While Burdette Clark was walk ing down the streets of Honolulu, Hawaii and thinking that he had not seen any onefrom the ole home town for ages who should be run into but Joe Swank. The boys, Allen County Farm For Sale X-32 STULTZ 80 acres—SE% Section 24, Jackson Township. Located 3^ miles northwest of Ada on good gravel road. There is a 36x54 barn and small crib on this tract of land. Farm is well tiled, good fence, and cut by stream. The soil is silt loam, gently rolling with 66 acres under cultivation and 14 acres of pasture. Reasonable down payment small annual payments, with our insurance feature protecting your family and investment. For further details get in touch with— Edwin Lockwood, Authorized Farm Sales Representative 501 Cook Tower, Lima, Ohio or See your local realtor PAGE SEVEN both in the United States navy, had supper together and had an enjoy able time reminiscing and exchang ing information as to the where abouts of their various mutual ac quaintances in the armed forces. We haven’t made inquiry as to the reason but let it be known that Harold Santschi and Maurice Kohli are raising skunks. The boys have two baby skunk pets that they hope to raise to maturity in the back yard of the Mrs. John Fett residence on South Main street. NOTICE OF APPOINTMENT The Statr of Ohio. Allen County. as Estate of John J. Bsulertwher. Decased. Dan R. Trippiehorn of Bluffton, Ohio, has been appointed and qualified as Administrator with will annexed of the estate of John J. Radertscher. late of Allen Count, Ohio, de ceased. Dated this 9th day of June. 1942. RAYMOND P. SMITH. 10 Probate Judge. NOTICE OF APPOINTMENT The State of Ohio, Allen County, ss Estate of Mrs. Nellie Lewis. Deceased. Harry E. Lewis of R. D. No. 5. Lima. Ohio, has been apiwinted and qualified as 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. Mt. Cory Mr. and Mrs. J. E. Jones were Sunday dinner guests of Mrs. Grace Jones in Columbus Grove. Mr. and Mrs. T. B. Ghaster and daughter Ruth called on Mrs. Emma Auspahl in Findlay Sunday evening. Charles Boobring called Saturday evening on Mr. and Mrs. T. B. Ghaster and daughter Ruth and Jennie Ghaster. Mrs. Frank Balister, Ruth Ghaster called on Mrs. J. E. Jones Sunday evening. Mr. and Mrs. Will Nonnamaker motored to LaFayette to visit their son Earl Nonnamaker. Mrs. Anna Keel spent last week in Toledo with her son Merrell Keel and family. They accompanied her home for the week-end. Mr. and Mrs. Lehr Green, Mr. and Mrs. Richard Reiter, Mrs. Ralph Steininger and daughter Alice visit ed in Cleveland over the week-end. Mrs. Adrian Warren, who is now at Elyria, spent one night last week in the home of Mr. and Mrs. Virgil Woolley. Mr. and Mrs. W. B. Kramer spent Sunday evening with Mr. and Mrs. Ray Nonnamaker. Eugene Smith and sons King and Paul of New Castle, Indiana, are visiting Mr. and Mrs. W. S. King. Mr. and Mrs. W. B. Kramer called Tuesday evening on Mr. and Mrs. A. E. Holmes. Mr. and Mrs. W. B. Kramer called Friday evening on Mr. and Mrs. I Bernard Stratton. Mrs. J. J. White and Mrs. Pearl Jordan returned home Saturday after a two weeks’ visit at Warren. Gene Jordan spent the week-end at his home here. Mr. and Mrs. C. E. Boobring and daughter Mrs. Eugene Klapp and son Kit of Kentucky motored to Norwalk to visit Mr. and Mrs. Harold Folk and family, Sunday. Mr. and Mrs. F. B. Cherry of Findlay called Thursday evening on Mr. and Mrs. T. B. Ghaster and Jennie Ghaster. Mr. and Mrs. Willis King and daughter Judy spent Sunday with Dr. and Mrs. A. E. King.