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la» decided to play a lone hand against
Ben Herendeen, a rancher bent on run
ning the cattle country his own way.
The two men have been enemies for
years, having first fought over Clay’s
wife, Lila, who died hating him and be
lieving she should have married Heren
deen. Morgan is a solitary figure, de
voted to his nine-year-old daughter, Jan
et. Although two women, Catherine
Grant and Ann McGarrah, are in love
with him, they know he cannot forget
Lila. Of his former friends, only Hack
Breathitt has not gone over to Heren
deen's side. Seen camping with Pete
Borders, a rustler, he is a fugitive from
Herendeen’s men. Gurd Grant. Cather
ine’s brother, hesitated about joining
Herendeen, but became Morgan’s sworn
enemy when he discovered that Cather
ine had been to his ranch. Learning
at the last minute that Government-Val
ley is to be auctioned at Sage City 190
miles away. Clay rides all night and ar
rives in time to cutbid Charley Hill
house, Herendeen’s foreman. When he
learns that Herendeen has sent a party
out to find Hack Breathitt and kill him.
Clay starts out to find him first. He goes
to Freeport, to Kern Case’s store, where
he thinks he will find Hack. As he is
talking to Case. Herendeen appears. He
shoots out the glass in one of the store
Now continue with the story.
“Case,” Ben said, “this is a crook
ed town full of bums. I can make
any of ’em run. There ain’t a white
man in the place.”
Kern Case said: “That window
pane will cost you six bits.”
“Charge it on the account.”
“What account?”
“My beef account,” said Heren
deen. “Your friends keep you pret
ty well supplied, don’t they? If I
had a couple men to block off this
damned joint I’d go through these
rattletrap buildings and drag
Breathitt out by the back of the
neck. He’s here”
Kern Case walked around the
counter. He started to speak, but
Morgan waved him back. “May
be,” Morgan said to Herendeen.
“By God,” shouted Herendeen,
“I’m going to drive you out!”
“Ben,” said Morgan, “I guess I’d
better leave my mark on you as I
did once before.”
He was still by the stove, glance
pinned to the butt of Herendeen’s
gun. Immediately afterwards, Her
endeen's hand came away from it
and Herendeen’s boots seemed to
crush into the floor as he jumped
Bringing up his arms, Morgan
realized he had his own chance to
draw—and refused the chance. He
started to move away from the
stove as Herendeen’s whole bulk
swept at him and stopped to smoth
er Herendeen’s fists as they drove
in. He knocked the blows aside, no
more. Herendeen’s onrushing body
caught him and drove him against
the stove. He slid along the edge
of the stove, falling backward. Her
endeen hit the stove. Both of them
dropped behind it, Morgan bringing
up his knees and beating the wind
out of Herendeen’s belly. Her
endeen sprawled aside. The stove
had gone down and the .pipe began
to fall in disjointed sections, sifting
warm soot on them. Rolling half
around, Morgan saw Herendeen
push himself half erect to come at
him. He doubled his legs and shot
them out and caught the big man
full in the face with the sharp heels
of his boots. He rolled again and
was up.
Herendeen lifted himself from the
floor, dashing a hand across his face
to scrub the bright quick blood on
his cheeks. Morgan’s sharp heels
had chopped the flesh of Heren
deen’s lips one raw strip hung
down, redly swaying over his mouth.
The impact momentarily drugged
him, it took him off his guard. Mor
gan moved in. He punched a fist
into the wide, hard pit of Heren
deen’s stomach, watched Heren
deen’s arms fall, and hit him again
in the soft neck flesh. Herendeen’s
face showed sudden pallor and he
I swayed a little, windless and
Morgan drove his aimed blows
at the huge jaw, hooking his
punches up against the long
shelving chin.
Herendeen dropped his head and
Morgan, missing his target, smashed
his knuckles on that rocky-hard poll
and felt pain knife along his left
arm it was a sudden agony that
made him suck in his wind. He
caught the dulling of Herendeen’s
eyes he had this man half knocked
out—and the old, violent, savage in
stinct rushed him in until he was at
close quarters, trying for the kill.
It was a mistake. Herendeen’s
great outsweeping arms caught him
in a bear’s grip and drew him in,
crushing his ribs. Morgan’s arms,
thus held, could reach nothing he
pulled himself backward, seeking to
break the grip, but Herendeen held
on, weathering through his punish
ment, tightening his grip until Mor
gan felt his skin burn and seem to
He lay on his side, pushing his
arms against the floor but finding no
strength in them. He could move
them but he had no feeling in them.
All this room was gray-black and
Herendeen was a blurred shape
across the room, slowly trudging
forward. He heard Herendeen say
something, though he couldn’t make
out the words. Herendeen, coming
nearer, grew taller and broader
above him. Herendeen's foot struck
him solidly at the base of the spine
—and this brutality was a new
stream of pain along his nerves. It
moved Mcjdfcon around on the floor,
loosely-n'S.V'.ough be were a straw
dummy. He roiled completely over,
coming against a cracker barrel.
Morgan got behind the cracker
barrel. He held to iff top rim and
Bu Ernest Haycox
Morgan drove his aimed blows at
the huge jaw.
pulled himself up as Herendeen
walked against the cracker barrel.
Herendeen swept one fist out, strik
ing air as Morgan jerked back. Her
endeen started around the cracker
barrel, flat-footed and patient. Mor
gan, still on the defensive, still weak
from his beating, kept circling. Sud
denly Herendeen stepped back from
the barrel, took a half-dozen side
steps and seized a chair. He whirled
it over his head and flung it at Mor
gan. Morgan dropped behind the
cracker barrel and rose again, see
ing Herendeen at once rush forJ
ward. Herendeen seized the crackefl
barrel with his hands and swept it
aside, diving at Morgan.
Morgan knew what Herendeen
meant to do before Herendeen’s
mind had recognized the ax-handle
and now Morgan, looking around
him, saw a rack of new Winchesters
on the wall. He seized one by the
barrel, kicked his way out of the
debris of nails and harness and cir
cled Herendeen slowly, the butt of
the rifle lifted like a club. Heren
deen moved slowly forward, follow
ing Morgan’s circle. Somewhere, as
from a great distance, Morgan
heard the rush of horses along the
street and a voice calling.
Morgan backed against a hang
ing harness. He put his shoulders to
this flimsy support the harness gave
way and he sat down, still gripping
the Winchester by the barrel. He
could not draw wind into his lungs
he was starving for air, his heart
beat against his ribs and his head
was light. He rolled over, sucking
wind through his teeth, with his
face to the floor and heard a voice
at the doorway, calling into the
“Who’s here?” It was Bones Mc
Geen’s voice.
Kern Case’s voice was a lower
and lower murmur. “Make a step
and I’ll blow your chest out.”
Bones yelled into the store. “Ben,
you there? Hey, Ben!”
A shot broke along the street
again, quick and hard, and other
men ran rapidly across the dust.
Bones McGeen swung from the
door, rushing down the porch. The
shots came in regular method and
the Three Pines men were begin
ning to answer, all the racket boil
ing up the dead echoes of the town.
Kern Case said, “I hope you’ve
killed the-----,” and his easy voice
laid terrible words on the past and
present of Herendeen. “If you
ain’t I’m like to finish the job.
You all right. Clay?”
Clay Morgan said: “Who’s shoot
"Breathitt started it. He’s up in
the hotel. That’s what I was going to
tell you when Herendeen came in.”
Morgan pulled himself from the
harness and found his legs snarled
in it. He sank back to the floor
and rolled clear and stood up. Light
flashed red before his eyes, though
there was no light in the room. His
head ached in long, solid surges of
pain, from the base of his skull all
around to his nose. He tasted his
own salty sweat, his own blood He
drew deeper into his lungs for wind,
catching the throb of his ribs. His
left fist began to send up its steady
racket and he knew then he had
broken a knuckle. He could not
move the middle finger.
Kern Case said: “That you?”
Herendeen’s boots scraped the
floor. Morgan bent down, catching
Herendeen’s shadow, on all fours,
against the faint light of the door
way. He saw Herendeen come up
and weave toward the door. He said
to Case: “No.”
Kern Case called: “Stop right
there, Ben.”
Herendeen moved on toward the
door. He was out of it before Case
got around the counter. He was on
the street, calling through the spotty
racket of the gunfire. “Bones—come
Kern Case swore in the same,
passionless voice. “I should of shot
the---- Now we’re in trouble.” He
stepped around the floor. He said:
“Duck.” The front windows clat
tered down before the sudden veer
ing of gunfire. Slugs struck the
store shelves. A can of wet goods,
punctured, began to spill out its
fluid with a gurgling irregularity.
Another slug, striking metal, went
Morgan crawled across the floor.
He flattened himself near the door
way, catching a slanting view of the
street-end. His horse, spooked by
the firing, had drifted away from
the hitching-rack into the farther
shadows. Meanwhile he heard Her
endeen calling from the Yellow
Front saloon. “Get your horses off
the street. Jim—” One more bul
let struck the shelves. Kern Case
said, so smoothly outraged, “I’ll
have a little slice of this,” and
walked back through the store. Roll
ing over to the opposite edge of the
doorway, near the counter, Morgan
heard Kern Case’s fat weight groan
up at a back set of stairs and
across the second floor. From his
new position Morgan saw a Three
Pines hand lead four horses into an
alley. At the moment there was no
firing but, watching the Yellow
Front, Morgan caught a flutter of
light on its windows and stared
steadily at it, not immediately un
derstanding the source of that flash.
Kern Case had reached an up
stairs window and now waited for
his chance. Somebody ran along
the back of the store and came
through a rear door. Morgan rolled
against the base of the counter,
listening to those quick steps ad
vance. He heard Hack Breathitt's
voice murmur: “You there, Kern?”
Morgan said: “How you like our
little party, kid?”
“Clay? Whut the hell you doin’
Kern Case came down the stairs
with a fat man’s slow haste. He
said: “We got to get out of here,
“Sure,” said Hack. “We depart
from hence, mighty damned hence.”
“You all right, Clay?” said Case.
That drew Breathitt’s interest.
“Why wouldn’t he be all right?”
“I tripped on a rug,” said Mor
gan. He followed Case and Breath
itt through the back quarters. The
three of them paused by the back
door while Case scouted the round
about shadows afterwards they
drifted along the building line and
paused halfway between the street
and the down-bearing timber of the
hillside. Light began to brighten at
the other end of town smoke-smell
drifted with the wind. Morgan saw
his horse in the shadows ahead of
him and went over for it. When he
came back he heard Case say in
the same even tone:
“My dad built that store. I was
born in it—and all my brothers and
sisters. But she’ll be nothin’ but
ashes in two hours from now. There
ain’t a single way to stop this whole
|^in from goin’ up.” He let out his
“Well, it was a good store.
goin’ back to get the rocker my
mother used.”
Light broke the shadows. He saw
Hack's face set in its restless half
smile and realized his partner found
a malicious satisfaction in this
chase. That was Breathitt's way.
He had a wild kink in him and he
was tough enough to run his luck out
to the bitter end. Hack murmured:
“Later, maybe.”
Morgan said, “Get out of this
light. If you bump into trouble, kid,
you know where to come.”
Hack raised his head. He said,
“That’s whut you came down here
to say, wasn’t it?” He was no long
er smiling. His face was in the
shadows, his voice was grave and
troubled. “I guess I have brought
a hell of a lot of trouble down on
my friends. I’ll remember it, Clay.
If I don’t see you again soon I want
you to know—” This was as far as
he got. He shrugged his shoulders,
only adding, “So-long.”
Morgan turned up the trail, wind
ing with the steep grade until he
had reached flip last high point be
fore going into solid timber. From
this elevation he looked down on the
white-red tangle of high leaping
flames. The roof and sides of the
hotel were eaten away and what he
saw now was the inside skeleton of
the building penciled darkly against
the swirling fire. One wall of the
store had caught. All the surround
ing gulch was day-bright and he
made out Gale and Gale’s family
slowly crossing the head of the
gulch, toward the Potholes. Heren
deen, apparently, had gone. Some of
the adjacent trees began to catch fire.
The undersigned will offer for sale at public
auction, on Saturday, the 15th day of Aug
ust, 1942. at the late residence of Anna E.
Ajrin, on North Mound street, Bluffton. Ohio,
beginning at 1 :00 o’clock P. M. the following
lernonal proierty belonging to the estate of
Anna E. Agin, deceased, and also other per
sonal property of said estate: three piece living
room suit. 9x12 parlor rug, settee green tap
estry. large foot stool, oak stand, metal fold
ing bed, three rocking chairs, oak sideboard,
combination book case and desk, dining loom
rug, Hetrola stove, wall mirror, stand whh
drawer, small filing cabinets, oak pedestal,
high stand, two vases, wood bed and springs,
bedding pillows and cover, hall tree, oak
dresser, chairs, folding table, cupboard, dishes
and glass ware, six cane bottom chairs. Ma
jestic cook stove, cooking utensils, kitchen
cabinet, three burner oil stove, bureau, bed
clothing, chest of tools, three piece bed room
suit (wood), coal in bin, chiffonier, axe, lawn
mower, hand plow, etc: bed room rug.
On all items amounting to Ten ($10.00)
lars or less, cash on day of sale: above
sum one-third cash one-third in sixty and
third in ninety days from the day of sale.
Deferred payments to bear interest at six
(6'r) per cent and lie secured by promissory
note with two or more sureties approved by
the undersigned administrator.
ns Administrator of the
Estate of Anna E. Agin.
Attorney for Administrator 16
News Want-ads bring results.
This is the week of the glad hand
....and it’ll continue until after next
Tuesday’s primary... ,’s funny how
the boys are all too busy to get out
of the Lima courthouse to see the vot
ers except just before election... .but
maybe better that way than not at all
... .good thing we have elections....
otherwise they wouldn’t know their
way around the county... .elections
are the privilege of a democracy
which reserves the right to run them
in any manner they choose— .to the
accompaniment of hill billy fiddlers as
is done in Texas or lambasting the
King of England as Big Bill Thomp
son used to do in Chicago... .anyway
elections are a great institution and
we’re for them in spite of all their
faults... .but just remember that it’s
your duty to vote next Tuesday....
that’s the primary.... and you can’t
elect better men in November than
you nominate in August... .all of
which brings to mind the late Jack
Hardy who used to remind the boys
that “the Democrats will vote early
and often.”
Our congratulations to Ed Reich
enbach and John Romey. Ed is
starting another term as postmaster.
He has developed a smooth-running
organization that is giving the pub
lic tip top service and the new build
ing, always spick and span is some
thing for a town of our size. And
John Romey who has been soldering
at Ft. Hayes will be happy to learn
that he can get his shingle ready to
hang out after the duration—for John
is one of the flock of fledgling law
yers who passed the state bar exami
Bob Murray who is out on the west
coast helping Uncle Sam’s army to
lick the Japs must have a flair for
picking out letter—writing friends—
anyway they say Bob received 32 let
ters in one day’s mail not so long ago.
Looks as if that might be a record and
hope Bob has as much time to answer
them as Harold Balmer who is on the
east coast up in Canada. Harold
says right now there’s nothing doing
where he is and time hangs heavily
on their hands. The boys would like
to have something in the way of books
or magazines to read, Harold writes.
The light shower that passed over
Bluffton early last Thursday evening
didn’t interfere in the least with the
annual lawn fete at St. Mary’s church.
And by the way that was the tenth
occasion of its kind and not once has
the affair been postponed because of
weather. This, we think is really set
ting up a record—picking good weath
er for ten consecutive years right in
the midst of the thunderstorm season.
We’ve been wondering how they do it
If you are contemplating travel to
California—by rail of course—you
had better get your reservations in
early. If this is done, you will prob
ably get along all right—but th \se
last minute folks may encount- de
lays so we are told by Mrs. William
B. Temple who dropped in Monday.
Most Bluffton people will remember
her as the former Louella Geiger who
lived on Cherry street quite some time
ago. Bluffton Collegians will recall
her as having written music for their
Alma Mater song.
Isaac Judkins cf the internal rev
enue office here Monday making one
of his routine checkups—this time on
the cosmetic tax—tells us that small
town merchants as a rule are all hon
est and try to conform to regulations.
Violations are done unwittingly, rath
er than with an attempt to evade the
Some of those young blades who go
out after dark on melon hooking ex
peditions may be interested to know
that word comes from out Danny
Walters’ way that the crop is none
too promising this season. Altho
there has been abundant rainfall gen
erally thruout this section, it seems
that moisture was lacking at critical
times in the melon growing season,
according to information reaching us
the first of the week.
Sure you’ve heard a lot about sav
ing tires—but here’s one you perhaps
haven’t heard—if you are lucky
enough to have an innerspring matt
ress, treat it carefully, for it, too,
must last for the duration. This tip
comes from Noah Basinger,, Bluffton's
Trustworthy -Experienced -Qualified
for Judge of the Court of Appeals
housefurnisher, who says the manu
facture of innersprings is suspended
until after the war. Dealers’ st cks
now on hand are expected to be quick
ly exhausted.
And while we’re on the subject,
that foundation of al! democratic in
stitutions, the American home is in
for some drastic changes in its out
fittings. Among these are use of re
silient woods as cushion bases in place
of steel springs, development of wood
en 'hinges and drawer handles and ap
pearance of new stained and coloring
agents. Santa Claus will have wood
en in place of metal toys in his pack
next Christmas—in fact one manu
facturer is showing an all wood tri
Those twin summer squashes which
attracted attention in the News win
dow last week were raised by Russell
Magee, who gardens and raises roses
as a hobby at his home on Huber
street. Altho he claims to be only an
amateur, he appears to get results
approximating that of a professional.
He recently found twin roses—grown
back to
back—said to be a decided
you are thinking of busy
folks this year don’t forget Eli Depp
ler—the telephone man. The series
of thunderstorms this summer has
been one of the worst in recent years
from the standpoint of telephone
maintenance. Short of help, Eli has
been pinchhitting doing a lot of odd
jobs around the central office in ad
dition to his regular duties. Last
Wednesday’s storm knocked out 200
phones wihch added another little
chore. So just be patient if your
phone developes trouble and remem
ber Eli’s
busy these days.
Roger Howe won
tennis championship
other day, the fans proclaimed
as the youngest contender ever to
hold the city tennis title—and after
all that's an unusual record consid
ering that Bluffton has been known
as a good tennis town for nigh onto
forty years. Looks as if tennis still
is a young man’s game.
Vegetable Seeds
Should Be Saved
By Ruth Barnes
County Home Demonstration Agent
This year it will be a good
to save all the vegetable garden
that we can. The scientists
that seeds of parsnips ,onions
are difficult to store so
sweet corn
that they keep their vitality, but
beans, peas, carrots, parsley and pep
pers will keep more easily. Other
kinds of seeds you can often store
for as much as 4 to 5 years with
fair success.
Seeds keep best in a dry but cool
place. In general, the higher the
temperature and humidity—that is,
the warmer and moister their sur
roundings—the shorter the time veg
etable seeds will keep. Well-dried
seeds will keep at ordinary room
temperature for next season’s use if
the air of the room is also kept dry.
But to keep seeds alive for several
seasons—even the long-lived ones—
seal them in glass jars or other
containers, and store them in a cool
place. Be sure they are perfectly
dry when you
tainer, and be
perfectly dry.
about storing
from a new leaflet
U. S. Department
Washington, I). C.
No. 220 and called “Storage of .Vege
table Seeds.”
put them in the con
sure the container is
You can learn more
vegetable seeds
published hy the
of Agriculture,
The leaflet is
We want to save our seeds so that
we can be sure we will have plenty
for nex't year.
Doris Coldiron spent several
days last week with her parents, Mr.
and Mrs. C. E. Klingler and son.
Week end and Sunday visitors were
Mr. Wm. E. Coldiron, Raymond Mac
intosh, Bud Miller, June Paraskos,
and Virginia Mathews, all of De
troit Mr. and Mrs. John W. Wilkins
and family of near Arlington.
Mr. and Mrs. Hershal Moore and
family of Chicago, Ill., are spend
ing several days at the W. I. Moore
home. Week end and Sunday visit
ors were Mr. and Mrs. Harry Moore
Every Load Insured
Bluffton, Ohio
Republican Candidate at August 11th Primary Election
VETERAN of World War I
LAWYER of 32 Years Active Practice
TEACHER of Law at Ohio Northern University
Your vote, support and influence appreciated
and family of Detroit, Mr. and Mrs.
Chas. Hall and family of Carey.
Mr. and Mrs. 0. P. Hartman were
Sunday dinner guests of Mr. and
Mrs. Harold Meyers of near Bel
Keath Moore of Detroit is spend
ing the week with his grandparents,
Mr. and Mrs. W. I. Moore.
Mrs. Wm. E. Coldiron, Mrs. C. E.
Klingler spent Thursday with Mrs.
John Wilkins and family.
The L.A.S and W.M.S. of the
Liberty Chape! church will
with Mrs.
Mr. and
John W. Wilkins of near
Thursday afternoon, Aug.
Mrs. Carl McCafferty and
Miss Margaret Guider spent Sunday
evening at the Ray Guider home
near Ada.
Negro Chairman G. O. P.
A Negro, John K. Lynch, was the
temporary chairman of the Republi
can national convention that con
vened in Chicago in 1884 and nomi
nated James G. Blaine for Presi
I am asking for your vote and support at the Primary Election
to be held Tuesday, August 11. 1942.
In return, IF NOMINATED AND ELECTED, I can only
promise you my honest and sincere services.
I have served the city of Delphos. Ohio, as Auditor since 1926,
and 1 have also had schooling as an accountant.
Frank M. Trick, Delphos, Ohio
Taylor Cummins, Sidney, O.
High Quality
West Virginia
See me before placing your
R. E. Trippiehorn
Phone 396-W
Allen County
Subject to
Primary Election,
August 11, 1942
Toylor Cummins is a prac
ticing lawyer of Sidney, of the
fourth generation of a family
of Democrats who have resided
in Shelby
County since about
admitted to practice
1909, later continu-
He was
in Ohio in
ing his practice in New Mexico
and Idaho, interrupted by a
period of service in the World
War as a private and non
commissioned officer.
returned to Sidney in
where he has since resid-
is married and has two
children, a daughter now in
college and a son in junior high
He considers it the primary
obligation of every citizen to
do everything necessary to win
the war, ot whatever cost, and
to assist in the establishment
of a groundwork for a per
manent peace.
To those ends, therefore, he
will devote his efforts if nom
inated and elected.
Vote for CUMMINS ot the
ing for your vote and support
at the
be a
Democratic ticket.
Primary Election to be
Tuesday, August 11,
At that election I will
candidate for Commis
of Allen County on the
I live in Spencer township,
Allen County, and am 58 years
of age. Married. One daugh
ter. A member of the Spenc
ervill Grange and the Spencer
ville Progressive Association.
For 12 years I have served as
Trustee of Spencer Township,
and for 7 years have served on
the Spencerville District School
If nominated and elected, I
can promise you my honest and
sincere services. Any favors
shown me will he greatly ap
Route 2, Spencerville, Ohio

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