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The By William MacLeod Raine ngh&rsg Tenderfoot Copyright by William MacLeod Ralne WNTJ Service WHAT WENT BEFORE Carrett O’Hara, young lawyer, arrives at Concho to practice law. He finds the place the center of a cattle war between the Ingram and Steelman interests. Shep San derson, Ingram gunman, picks a fight with Garrett and gets the worst of it. Garrett tells Ingram that he wants to keep out of the war, but is informed he must take one side or the other. Gar rett meets Mob Quantrell, young killer tor Ingram, and an Eng lishman, Smith-Beresford. looking for a ranch Quantrell saves Gar rett and the Englishman from be ing shot by Sanderson, and the three become friends. Garrett witnesses a meeting between In gram and Barbara Steelman, daughter of Ingram's enemy. They are lovers. Garrett and the Englishman buy a ranch with Steelman as silent partner Fitch, Steelman man, kills an Ingram follower and is pursued by a posse. He stops at the “tender foot” ranch and is caught and hung. Sanderson starts a fight and Garrett and the Englishman are wounded. Quantrell changes sides. Joi ing the two rancl ers. A lull in the cattle war follows. CHAPTER Vl—Continued “Shep an the Texas Kid are la.v in' fur you. They’re givin’ you an hour to leave town.” “Much obliged. I’ve been looking for tliis letter.” Garrett and his friend stepped out to the sidewalk. “Come on down to the corraJ with me,” Steve proposed. “Not now. You come to Hie Gold Nugget with me." The long man dung a quick look % at him. OTlnrn's eyes were shin ing with excitement. “You’re not going to the Gold Nugget, are you?” “Thought 1 would. Shep and his friend ure sending word out that I’ve got one hour to leave town. I’ll spend part ot that hour at the Gold Nugget." Steve redected that the safe thing would be to take Boh Quan trell with them to tlie Gold Nugget. But evidently his friend was not looking for the safe thing. “All right. I’ll throw in with “ you.” he said. As O’Hara walked up the adobe lined street beside the lank freight er he felt again that otsd lift ol the spirit that came to him when danger was near. He was going to meet it. audaciously, foolhardily. The roar of guns might at any mi>- nient greet him. On the frontier a man did not lightly serve notice that he was “looking for” another. Such an announcement meant busi ness. A short, thickset man came out of the Ingram store and down the street toward them. Out of a pal lid face protruding fishy eyes looked at O’Hara. Thin lips opened to say insolently, “So you’re still here.” “I’m still here. .Mr. Harvey.” “Struttin around. I reckon, be cause you’ve had a little luck." More than once O’Hara had talked with Steelman about the posse which had attacked the cabin. It was the opinion of both of them that Harvey’s hand had been hack ot the sheriff, his mind the dominating one. Ingram had been at the ranch and could not have known what was intended. “Not your fault I’m strutting around. Mr. Harvey. I acquit you of blame. You did your best to make -good the promise given in your store that 1 would not cumber the ground long.” O’Hara’s eyes bored into those of the merchant. “Meanin what?” demanded Har vey. “Say. young fellofr. if you claim—” O'Hara brushed rudely past him. There was always a chance that Harvey might he detaining him in the street while his killers were making ready. The lanky owner of the Long horn corral looked at his friend. i an d in that look were botii admira tion and distress. “Great jumpin’ horn toads, you sure go outa yore way to make enemies. Harvey ain’t used to be ing treated thatawny,” he said, “.lust what's yore play? An why get on the prod all of a sudden?” “This is the way I look at it. Steve.” <l'Hara answered, his glance sweeping doors and windows as he moved forward. “It’s one thing for Sanderson to say he’s going to get me. It's another for him to give me an hour to leave town. He thinks I'm hiding behind Boh Quan trell. I've got to show him I'm not. Ail you’ve got to do is to ask me that question when I give the sig nal.’’ “You mean the one you was speakin’ about before we met Mar vey ?” “Yes. You may not get rime to ask it. but if you do I'll use it as a cue. If there’s trouble, you keep out of it.” “Keep out of it? You sure bump into food notions, hoy. When the guns begin to smoke I’ve got to join in to save ray hide.” “I've a notion they’re not going to ►moke. Here we are.” They turned in at the Gold Nug get. Sauderson and the Texas Kid were drinking while Shep talked. He boasted how bad he was and what he meant to do to O’Hara. The words died in his throat as he caught sight of the two men who had just entered the place. His jaw dropped with astonishment. O'Hara gave Shep’s slow brain no time to guess what this meant. Lightly the two men walked to the ’ bar, not more than five feet from his enemy. He ordered liquor which he did not intend to drink. Sanderson glared at him, uncer tain what to do. Was this a plant? Had he sat around drinking and boasting while his foes had gath ered to ambush him? If not, why would this tenderfoot walk in so Jauntily, knowing that he had no chance to beat the gunman at the draw? The short red-headed cowboy known as the Texas Kid passed through much the same mental re action, hut he was decidedly more fearful than his companion. Why had he let the drink in him talk so loudly? Os a sudden he was sober, sick with terror. “What makes you so white. Gar rett?” asked Worrell, following in structions. O’Hara did not look at him as he answered. His gaze was fas tened on Sanderson. But in Ills voice was a lilt of triumphant ex citement. So far his plan had worked perfectly. Would it carry through? “I’m scared to death, Steve, of two scalawags who are going to run me out of town. One of them is a big bully puss fellow ugly as sin, a lie-wolf on the howl, to hear him toll it. The other is a harmnered down red headed runt. If you see them let me know so that I can run. Steve.” O’Hara’s mocking eyes looked straight into those of the big bully. They taunted him and defied him and made light of his prowess. Tite question tha t Sanderson growled made clear his thoughts. “Where’s Bob Quantrell at?” “Bob had better hit the trail,” O’Hara said to Worrell. “These fol lows who have me so frightened will drive him out. too, probably.” Uneasily the bartender polished Hie top of the counter. He decided to drop to tlie floor before the shoot ing began. A patron of the house flitted inconspicuously out of the back door. Four cowboys at a a poker table suspended their play and watched the antagonists alertly. Sanderson spoke vehemently. “I never claimed I’d drive him out. Never gave out any such word. If anyone says I did tie s a liar.” “Yon can tell Bob not to be frightened, tiien. Steve,” O’Hara said easily. “The scalawags I told you about don’t intond to worry him.’’ “Where’s Bob at?” reiterated Sanderson hoarsely. “How do 1 know? I’m not his keeper. Stick to the business in hand, Mr. Sanderson. If you should meet either of those terrible bad men I’ve described tell them I’m a tenderfoot so scared that I’m slink ing. This goes for you, too, Mr. Texas Kid. Say I'm staying in town because I’m too frightened to travel. Ask them not to be too hard on a poor tenderfovt.” “They was funnin’, don’t you reckon?” the Texas Kid offered by way of explanation. “Better tell them not to scatter jokes like that around. They might explode and hurt some one. Don’t you think so?” “I’ll be movin’ along,” the Texas Kid said from a dry throat. “Don't hurry. Stay and keep Mr Sanderson company. He won’t want to be left alone.” “Say, fellow, lay off me,” Sander son growled. “If this here’s a frameup you can’t start smokin’ too soon to suit me. I don't scare worth a whoop. See?’’ Nevertheless, his eyes left O'Hara for a moment to sweep toward the door and window. He was plainly worried and anxious to be gone with a whole skin. “You don’t think I’d better get out of town, within the hour, say?” O’Hara asked. Already the red headed cowboy was moving toward the back door Sanderson discovered himself de serted and began to follow, backing away slowly. His right hand hov ered near the butt of a revolver, but lie made no motion to draw. “Don’t ride me. fellow.” the bully warned. “I can be pushed just so far. I’m not scared of you. not for a holy minute. Don’t yon think it. i’ll meet up with you one of these days an’ send you to h—l on a shut t’er.” O’Hara’s voice was a good imita tion of that of file Texas Kid. “You’re just funnin’, don’t you reckon. Mr. Sanderson?” he qua vered. “You or me. one. when me meet.” Shep warned. “Always tomorrow with you. isn t it? Well, it will be a thousand years till we meet, Mr. Sander son.” The hig man slid out of the back door. Outside he whirled swiftly, at the same time dragging out his weapon. His eyes stabbed here and there looking for enemies. He saw nobody but the Texas Kid. That warrior was legging it on a run for the safety of Ingram & Harvey’s store. After Sanderson slid out of the half-open back door of the Gold Nugget there was a long moment of silence. The stage had been set for red tragedy. All present felt that it had been shaved by a nar row margin. Steve Worrell let out a little whoop of delight. "Bluffed ’em out, by jinks—made ’em back down an* crawl off with their tails between their legs. Oh. boy, you’re some wolf tamer.” One of the cowboys at the poker table slapped another a mighty blow on the back. “Made Shep take water, the tenderfoot did. Never saw the beat of it. Didn’t think Shep would of quit for h—l or high water. Well, you live an’ learn, boys.” He swept off his sombrero in a bow to O’Hara. “You’re one sure enough bad-man buster. I’ll be doggoned if Shep didn’t tackle more’n he could ride herd on that time, an’ you lookin’ no more dangerous than a brush rabbit.” Now that this crisis was past O’Hara felt a little sick and faint. “Let’s get outside,” he said to his friend, llis desire was to get back to the safety of the store. Excite ment no longer buoyed him up. it shook iiis nerve to think what a chance lie had taken, how lie had staked his life on the audacity of a swift frontaJ attack. Not for a moment did he fool himself into the delusion that he was Sanderson’s equal with a six-shooter. The hig man had not been afraid of him, but of Bob Quantrell and his al lies. Shep had been obsessed by the suspicion that they were trying to trap him into drawing bis weap on in order to give them a plaus ible reason for siiooting him down. O’Hara and Worrall walked past Ingram & Harvey’s on their way down the street. They turned in at Steelman & McCarthy’s store. A little man sat on a dry goods “Shep an’ His Friend Went to Sleep in Smoke.” box taJking excitedly to those pres ent. He was ragged and unshaven. His boots were down at the heel, his hat coneshaped. He was the same Hank the lawyer had seen some cowboys making fun of once in Ingram’s store, the one who had been “arrested for fragancy.” “Bight then 1 lit out.” Hank nar rated. “No place for me. Like 1 said, that doggoned tenderfoot stood there devillin’ Shep to draw, crowdin’ in on him, tellin’ how scared he was of Shep. an rulin' him all the time. You go order that pilgrim a coffin, Mr. McCar thy.” McCarthy was facing the door. His hard eyes did not change ex pression. “He can order it himself, Hank. Here he Is now.” The storekeeper spoke to O’Hara. “Hank has been worryin’ about you. Glad to see it was not neces sary.” Worral sank down on the top of a barrel and mopped his face with a bandanna. “Some one worry about me awhiJe,” he implored. “I'm wore to a frazzle worryin’ about myself. Tills white-haired lad here is bullet-proof, 1 reckon. Different here. All I’m thankful for is you don’t have to order a joliin for me, extra long size.” “Tell us about it, O'Hara,” urged McCarthy. “Hank left in the mid dle of it.” “Not much to tell,” O’Hara an swered. “1 had a talk with San derson. That’s ail. It was a mis take about his wanting me to leave town. At least he did not mention it when we met.” “Lemrne tell the story,” NVorraJl said. “I was among those present, an innocent bystander who stood to get ail shot up if trouble began. Some one feed me a cigarette, then listen an’ tell me if we ain’t both loco.” The lengthy owner of the Long horn got his cigarette and told his story. He told it with humor, rnak ing the most of its drama. When tie had finished a red-faced cowboy spoke. “1 don't savvy yet why Shep didn’t come a-shootin’. Was he scared, do you reckon?” O’Hara knew why, hut it seemed to him unwise to minimize the el feet lie had produced by stressing the fact that Sanderson had been afraid of a trap. It was possible that, having been plunged into this feud unwillingly, he might need all the reputation he could get as a dan gerous man to attack. “He was scared but blufiin’ he wasn’t,” Worrall replied. “The Texas Kid didn't even make any claims lie wasn't.” “What was they scared of?” the cowboy persisted. “Shep had bet ter’n an even break, hadn’t he?” “Say, young fellow, how many men do you know who have stood off Shep an Bob Quantrell an’ Deever an this Texas Kid an’ steen other warriors for half a day? How many do you know who have crawled Shep’s carcass an’ branded him with grapplin’ irons an’ got away with it? 1 don’t know so doggoned many myself.” This contribution was from Wor rall. Tlie cowboy rasped his chin and looked sideways at O’Hara. Cer tainly this slim, young, pink-cheeked youth with the soft brown eyes did not look like a man-eater. Still, what he had done was writ ten in the records. “Well, if anyone had told me you could run a sandy on Shep—” “Question is, what will Shep do now?” interrupted McCarthy. “He’ll have to make some kind of a play to explain why he didn’t get on the peck. Right now he’s sore at himself as a toad on a skillet.” THE COOLIDGE EXAMINER “Y’ep. He’ll make a play,” Wor rall agreed. “Soon, too. Got to do it or lose his rep with the crowd lie trails with.” There came the sound of a shot, of several in quick succession, of another. The men In tlie store listened. More than one made sure that liis revolver would slide easily from the holster. McCarthy stepped hack of the desk in Lis office and came back with a rifle, “From tlie other stoce, sounds to me,” lie said. “I’ll go take a look up tiie street.” He moved a step or two toward tlie front, then stopped. A man had come into tlie store. He stood by tiie cigar case, a revolver in each hand. From tlie barrel of one of them a thin wisp of smoke lifted. The man was Quantrell: “What’s up. Bob?” asked McCar thy. The eyes of the boy killer gleamed savagely. “They tried to get me — Shep an’ Deever an’ that Texas Kill.” “You iiit?” “Me? No.” His buck teeth showed and his receding chin dropped as he laughed harshly. “Not me. Ask about them.” “What about ’em?* “I got Shep an’ the Kid. Came I outa the store, all three of ’em. I Stiep called to me an smoked right up. Right away all of us went to it. That’s all. except that Shep an’ his friend went to sleep in smoke an’ Deever took cover in tiie store. I Me. I skedaddled down tiie street muy pronto. I didn’t know how many guys were inside.” “Well, he’s made his play, Shep has.” Worrall said. “He was sure enough a bad picker. Off hand, looks like he might have had hotter luck with me and Garrett. All 1 got to say is it might have been a lot worse—for ns.” He looked at O’Hara. “Am I rigid, old horn toad?” O’Hara nodded. “Quite right. I’d say.” CHAPTER VII Peace Terms. XTO THRILL as of wine raced through Barbara’s veins these days when siie rode the hilltops. Life had lost its savor. .She did not at early morning drink in the air with unconscious joy because a new world had been born for her de light. Until lately she had been queen of her little world with all the priv ileges that implies. The only daugh ter of Wesley Steelman, cattle kina of the San Marcos, held an envi able position in that roughridine frontier country. Her personality had enhanced her value. By reason of vital youth, high spirits, and abounding good looks siie was an individual in her own right. It had not occurred ]p her that she could not mold life to her liking. What was the use of wealth, power, a heady will, and a full share of charm (she was not absurd enough to deny to herself that she had a way with men) if these would not get her what she wanted? Now she rode with diminished head. An immovable force had brought tier up short. It had seemed to her, not many weeks since, a fine thing to draw David Ingram anirl her father together. Eagerly she had adventured to that end. By tier means friendliness would grow in that divided community where enmity had been. Signally siie hart failed. That, siie recognized now. had been inevitable. A bitter personal humiliation had accompanied the failure. It had come to pass soon that when they met she had moved toward Ingram with gifts in ner eyes, and what she offered meant so little to him that self-will and stubbornness were more necessary to his life. Love! What was that to him? He had snatched at her roughly, not because he needed her and eoulri not bear to do without her, but as a weapon with which to wound her father. When she let herself think of it Barbara became a river of woe because of the shame and sorrow in her bosom. She was young enough to feel that what had hap pened to her was tragic. It was not yet within her experience that time mellows the sharpest sting of shame to a tender memory. In the company of Garrett O’Hara she found comfort. In spite of his shyness he had a gift of companionship. She liked to ex plore his mind. He did not in the least object to being made fun of by her. for he sensed that she liked and respected him. Once she referred to the secret » that he knew. “Nice girls back East don’t do what I’ve done. Down in yore heart what do you think of me? How much do you despise me?” “I told you once that I’d want my sister to be like you,” he an swered. “So you did, before you had time to think over what I had done, it’s not fair to press you too hard. Only—l’Jl wish yore sister better luck than that.” Her smile was bitter It seemed to him that her lips quivered with disdain of her self. He could not leave the subject on that note. It was incongruous that all the splendid life of her should be submerged in a shame born of an unhappy experience for which he did not feel her to blame. He looked away at broken line of the silhouetted hills pushing their crests skyward. Presently he said, as though the comment were a casual one. “1 wouldn’t think much of a man who couldn't do some thing foolish if—if he was fond of —of seme one.” “You mean of a girl,” she speci fied. “Say of a girl,” he admitted, and the color came again into his face. Never before had he talked about such things to a woman. “Yes, but a girl is different. You know that well enough. It’s her place to he modest and wait. She mustn’t show her feelings. If she’s nice she’s not supposed to have any —not till —till—” (TO BE CONTINUED.) The Boyhood • of Famous 'Ey ] Americans j : itzgerald I Owen D. Young The life of a country boy in rural New York fifty years ago was made up of ,m, °b work and little play. It meant getting tHH' 1 n b t,ef,,re day -1 break on the J co I d w inter mornings, heljv ' if Jj ing wi t h the dsMi meant cutting Igak 4|jf||§ and haul in g ■% \ v! seeding and \ \ /| harvesting in Sk. .> /JL *1 \ j season. Early to bed and early to rise was the program. .Most of the day during the sum mer was spent in tasks that made for a strung body The develop ment of the mind was left largely for tiie winter. Then a boy took his hooks and sometimes trudged mites through the snow to the lit tle rural school house, lie had to unit o warm bed. dress by candle light in a chilly room and do bis share of the chores before he set out on his tramp to school in quest of an education. That was the sort of a life Owen I>. Young, chairman of the hoard of the General Electric company, financial genius and diplomat, led as a hoy. He was horn in Van Hornesvllle. N. Y„ in 1574. His ancestors had settled there before the Revolution. His father owned a farm the miles from the town. The hoy had to perform all the tasks that fell to the lot of other youngsters in the same environ ment The Young farm was 15 miles from the railroad. Itinerant ped dlers were its chief contact with the outside world. Their coming was eagerly awaited. Trips to town were taken only when neces sary. Such excursions meant much lost time in the days of the horse drawn wagon ami poor roads. Electric power, which has light ened the work in rural sections, the radio, which has put the farm er in touch with the world and its affairs, were not thought of as farm equipment when Owen I>. Young was a boy. They were made largely possible for the farmer through his genius for or ganization. Education, beyond the rural school, was seldom considered worth while for farm boys of the time unless they planned on a pro fessional life In town or city. If they could read and write and do simple problems in arithmetic, they soon qualified for the job of running a farm. Such a rudimen tary training with books was bolstered by hard and practical schooling in matters of agricul ture. Owen I). Young was not the average farm boy. He walked five miles a day to the rural school and back during the term, helping his father the while with the chores, lie was an oul.v son. It was a red letter day in the hoy’s life when he was taken to Cooperstown, the county seat of Herkimer. Dressed in blue jeans he went to the courthouse and heard the lawyers argue a case. They wore boiled shirts, stiff col lars, black ties and broadcloth, impressive garb to the little hoy from the farm. He decided that when he grew tip he would be a lawyer. But there were many obstacles in his path. He had to obtain a better education than the rural school offered, if he was to qualify for his chosen profession. When an uncle came to help his father the way to an education opened for the lad. He went to the East Springfield academy, en couraged by his parents in his am bitions. His father drove Owen to school each week and brought him back home on Friday. His mother pre pared the food on which he lived while away from home. Each week the hoy carried away with him, packed in a big box, the good things his mother cooked for him. He was ready for college when he was fifteen years old. He want ed to go to Cornell, thinking he could win one of the state scholar ships there. But he was too young to he eligible to try the competi tive examinations. So he returned home to help his father again. He became interested in church work and conducted the Sunday school in lhe little church in Van Hornes ville. Alpheus Baker Harvey, then president of St. Lawrence univer sity. caine to the town to preach. He heard Owen Young speak in church. The lad interested him so much that the educator per suaded the elder Young that the boy was deserving of a college education even at a great sacrifice to his parents. So the father borrowed SI .OOP and on that money, and his own earnings, Owen D. Young went through college. He got his bach elor of arts degree from St. Law rence'in 1594. He still held to his ambition to he a lawyer. He entered Boston university, knowing that he would have to work his way through the law school. He served as a li brarian and tutor to earn all the money needed to meet his modest expenses. He completed the three year course in two years. After being admitted to the Mas sachusetts bar he went to work for the General Electric company. His promotion was rapid. The farm boy of 50 years ago is now the organizing genius of the elec trical industry and one of the financial wizards of his time. (©. 1930. by The North American Newspaper Alliance.) when buying Aspirin be sure if is genuine Bayer Aspirin Know what you are taking to relieve that pain, cold, headache, sore throat. Aspirin is not only effective, it is always safe. The tablet stamped with the Bayer cross is reliable/ always the same —brings prompt relief safely—does not depress the heart. Don’t take chances; get the genuine product identified by the name BAYER on the package and the word GENUINE printed in red. 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