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^«»^/* scifi^eUf ITS rRAGRANCE IS SEALED IN VACUUM Riders '»'*• Hoot' Owl Pool by G. H. SHARP CHAPTER FOUR (Continued from last week) "I said I \va- killin' you. Not litre. Not now. I'm killin' you uhen the sign is right and I'm col- li-ctin' tlic price on your hide." "Hide hunter. I figgered so. How mucli did you ge* for Ed Young?" "Enough to buy them LF steers I'm winteriii'. An' feed for 'em, and maybe a little graze." "For I'ol) .Xnder.'ion:" 'T didn't git much. I had to split with a few more. Winters, your «ord ain't worth a dainn in court. That'.s why I'm telliii' you this. The jury turned you loose, but it was old Judge Anders' speech-makin' that cleared you. Every man, woman and kid in this country thinks you killed Bob Anderson. 'S'ou and that Te.xican started your Hoot-Owl Fool. Tlicii what did you do? You acted like a coyote. You turned on 'em. They're in the Last Chance now, taikin' it over. I killed Ed Young. 1 helped kill Bob Anderson. But you can't prove it in any court because they'd laugh at you. Even Bob Ander- son's swectlieart has turned you down." "Say that once more, Blake. Make it plainer, or FlI kill you â- where you stand!" "Ask her, Winters. Ask her where she went this evenin'. Try and find her tonight, if you can. Is that plain enougli?" » \- * Webb Winters' first caught Joe Blake square in the mouth. He followed it with a left and right that dropped Blake on the sidewalk. Webb left him lying there and walked back down the street. He SIZES 1-5 yfK. "H^tu^'TT^^^^ Sun!-hinc Set for your Toddler, Five items, ONE main pattern part racii! Bloomers and shirry bra make her (at little figure so cute! Skirt, sun-hat, jacket, too. Pattern 4S78, Toddler sizes 1, 2, 3, 4, S. Size 2, bra, bloomers \\i yds. 3S-in.; ensamble 3 yards. This pattern, easy to use, simple to sew, is tested for fit. Has com- plete illustrated instructions. Send TWENTY-FIVE CENTS (25c) in coins (stamps cannot be accepted) for this pattern. Print plainly SIZE, NAME. ADDRESS. STYLE NUMBER. Send order to Box 1, 123 Eight- ernth St., New Toronto, Ont. ISSUE 27 1950 had gotten an open confession from Joe Blake. A confession that now Confirmed a long-held suspicion that had been augmented by certain subtle remarks dropped by Judge Anders. Webb had baited Joe Blake into telling the truth. Blake had killed Ed Young. Blake and Ab Abbot had murdered Bob And- erson. Judge Anders had hinted at those facts tonight. But Judge Anders had kept Webb at his house for some reason. W^as that reason Mae? Webb Winters was not a man who angered quickly. But now, as he walked down the dark road to the edge of town, he was gripped by a fury that tciiscj his every nerve, tightened his every muscle. He was breathing hard through his nose as he opened the door of Judge Anders' cabin. The big iirm chair was vacant. Judge Anders' pipe lay on the table. The whisky bottle stood there be- side the chair, half emptied. The judge's hat was gone from its peg on the hall tree. The house was empty. Webb stood there, puzzled, be- wilderment in his eyes. Then he slid 1ms six-shooter a little forward in the waistband of his trousers. He went outside, closing the door be- hind him. With a long, swinging stride, he headed for the cabin owned by Ab Abbot. A cabin known as "No Man's Land." Ab Abbot's town cabin was as notorious as any honkytonk or gambling joint in Rimrock. It was a four-room log cabin. There was a big living room, and a spacious kitchen presided over by a one- eyed Chinese who had been a hatchet man for a big tong. Ab Abbot had brought him to Montana from San Francisco and put him ia charge of the house. Ab Abbot called him Chino. Chino was smalt, quick, wiry. He wore Chinese clothes and under his blouse, he always carried a. 45 and a whetted butcher knife. Beyond the big living room with its hardwood floor, its leather sofa and chairs, its Indian rug and huge fireplace, were two bedrooms and a bath. Inside those log walls, thou- sands of dollars had been won and lost over card tables. Ab Abbot loved cards and whisky and fast women. His parties would last a week. Abbot's favorite pastime was sitting back in his big red-leather chair and shooting at different ob- jects in the room. Bottles, glasses, anything that made a good target The log walls were pocked with bullet holes. That was Ab Abbot's "No Man's Land" there in the pines beyond the edge of town. That was where Webb Winters now headed. Kiss Of Death â€" A seemingly harmless little peck between two starlings (inset) proved fatal to themselves and 200 pthers. The starlings were settled on two electric wires whicli skgged close together. When two birds made contact in the kiss, it caused a short circuit on the wires, electrocuting the entire flock. CHAPTER FIVE Bait For A Bounty-Hunter Through the low-pulled window blinds showed a yellow light. Webb cautiously approached the place. Every nerve on edge, every muscle tight, he made his way through the pines, his gun handy. He crouched there in llie darkness, listening. No sound came from within the log house. A shadowy form passed across the big living room, silhou- etted against the drawn window blind. Webb was about to start for the front door when he heard someon* coming. Coming clumsily, fum- bling his way through the night. Now the man was there at the front door, pounding on the door with the barrel of his six-shooter. There was the scraping of a heavy bolt. The door opened, revealing the wiry little Chino who had a gun in his withered-looking hand. The man who had pounded on tht door was Joe Blake. "Where's Ab?" he growled. "Boss not home." "Don't lie to me, you little rat Where's Ab?" "Boss no home. You dlunk. Betta go home." "I tell you, you slant-eyed son, I got to see him." "Boss not home." "Where's the girir "No savvy." "You lie like helL Ab Abbot's inside and so is she. I got to see hira. I got news." "Let him in Chino," called a voice from inside the house. "What the hell do you want, Blake?" Now Ab Abbot could be seen. He was in his shirt sleeves and he bulked there in the yellow light lik« some pot-bellied beast He had a bottle of whisky in his right hand, a glass in the left hand. "Webb Winters is gunnin' for you, Ab," snarled Joe Blake. "He's killin' me and you on sight." "Come in, you drunken fool. Don't stand there runnin' of! at the head like a maspie. Come in." (Continued next week) Isn't television wonderful? If y-j dose your eyes it's like listening to the radio. CROSSWORD PUZZLE ACROSS l.Selt 4. Evict 5. Wenkbni It. Recollect 14. Novice 15. Department In France 1(. Obliteration* II. ESxpreaalon of approval to. Notion II. T/nnK baR net for catcttlHj? tl. Pen 14. Pronoun tt. Paat II. 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'•.««:^-.f,y*(»*,v v.hronicles ^incerFabm Gw(2.tvdoUrv« P Clarke Last week my menfolk were busy rebuilding a bridge in the back lane spanning a creek that runs through our property. Such an in- nocent looking little creek â€" it isn't even running now. All it amounts to at present is a few water holeg here and there and some wet, marshy patches. Yet in early spring:, swollen by the melting snow, that same creek has a strong enough current to cause a washout; to carry away the wooden bridge and dis- lodge the stringers beneath it. Now it is taking a lot of time and work to rebuild the bridge and \a fill ia the washout â€" to say nothing of the expense involved. But as I looked at it this afternoon the thought came to me â€" there before me is the damage done by one small creek when -it was in flood . . . how can one possibly imagine the havoc caused by the Red River flood? And how can we even guess at the heartache of those poor folk return- ing to homes which in many cases had been loved and cared for years on end. Yes, the danger period of the flood is over but the tragedy and heartbreak will last for months to come â€" and that is something we who are more fortunate need to remember. Down here in Ontario farms and homes are still changing hands in many districts â€" not through floods but for the simple reason that own- ers are selling their property. It is very interesting to watch the changes that take place under new ownership. Sometimes property is improved by new owners; other times there are changes made which are not always to the good. Thus we find farms that were previously well kept becoming untidy and poorly managed. On the other hand, farms that were showing signs of degeneration have been given a new lease of life and improved consider- ably. In any case new owners make changes that are characteristic of themselves â€" and sometimes the changes are amusing. For instance, in one house the farmer's wife had a great fondness for ivory paint, so in almost every room the woodwork was painted ivory. Then the prop- erty changed hands again. This time the lady of the house did not like ivory so wherever she found wood- work with an ivory finish she promptly painted it white I Then again the previous owner like the house and garden to be well fenced; the new owners had the opposite idea and tore down every fence that was not absolutely necessary. In another case new owners were determined to have their newly ac- quired stone house spray-painted white. Fortunately they did not stay long enough to perpetrate that crime I Then there were the folk who loved old houses, complete with shutters. So they repaired and painted all the shutters. When they sold out the new owners wanted to give the house a "modern look," so the first thing they did was to remove all the shutters. The same thing happens in build- ing. One family decides on a large spreading bungalow type of house complete with breezeway. In an- other, big picture windows give the place a distinctive touch â€" al- though picture windows are not as distinctive as thev once were since ANN£ HIRST Si "DEAR ANNE HIRST: What ad- vice do you offer a young mother who has one child, another one coining, and whose home is about to be broken up by another wo- man? (If you can call these animals women). "Everyth i ng was serene un- til she reared her ugly head. She is married, and has children. Divorce for the man is out â€" unless there is no other way. "I've always stayed home, and tried to be a perfect wife and mother. I think I have been, in spite of the usual line that men hand out about their wives when they're out on the chase. "WHAT ABOUT ME!' "Most people tell me to sit tight. That's right, I believe too. But must I bear the brunt of all the gossip without putting up a big fight for my man and my home? "This woman has had other men in her life, and she is said to be an easy mark â€" which does look true, "Doesn't she have any shame, or ' conscience? Doesn't she know that she's reallv dirt under anyone's feet? "M. L." * This •ther woman does not see * herself as others see her. She is * out for what she calls a good time, * and she is probably preening htr- * self that. she has added one more * man to her collecclion. She has no * shame, no. Shame implies a * standard of ethics which is for- * eign to her thinking. * Of course you will fight' for so many houses arc now built with them. Some folk still have conserva- tive ideas and stick to the old- type windows. But in one thing I am pretty sure all new houses are alike â€" they all have modern bath- rooms and water on tap. On the outskirts of any town whenever you pass a number of new homes that are completely different in architecture I imagine it is a pretty safe guess to assume they are privately owned. Wartime housing projects are conspicuous by their lack of individuality. But at least they have a frontage that is preferable to some of the others. Surely when new houses are being built it would be to the interest of the owners themselves to get to- gether and decide on a uniform frontage. We have noticed sections in the country where one house may be possibly 100 feet from the road another 200 and maybe the next one no more than SO feet. Are there no regulations in this regard included in local building permits â€" or is that something than was overlooked? With farm homes it doesn't mat- ter much what distance they are from the road since it is rarely two farm houses are built side by side â€" and in the old days location was usually governed by the site of the best water supply. And speaking of water â€" many houses built just outside the town limits must often tap the same spring. I wonder if the water sup- ply can be relied on to last indefin- itely? * your man. Your best weapon^ * however, are dignity and silence. * Any active attack upon this low * character would not diminish he» * reputation, that is already ac- *complished. It would v.eaken your * position, and defeat your ^ms. * Your husband is not guiltless, you * know. * Stand your ground. Refuse to * consider a divorce, and stick to it * That will show her how futile are * their designs, and it will have a * chastening effect upon your hus- * band too. * His good name is being tarn- * islied, and if he doesn't know it, * he is more stupid than I think. * To desert a wife who is expect- â- * ing a baby is about as low an * insult as a man can offer. It is * he who will "bear the brunt" of * this miserable affair, not you. * You can, however, lessen your * burden a 4iceat deal by refusing * to listen to any gossip your ac- '•' quaintanees bring up. To lend an * ear, to discuss the matter with * anyone else, is unbefitting a wo- * man of your stature. No matter * what public notoriety your bus- * band invites, he is still your hns- â- â€¢ band and you expect him to con- * tinue to be. There is no retort * like silence. * Other men before him have * betrayed their pregnant wives. * But how much worse it would be * if your husband had chosen one * of your own friends! He cannot * hope to marry this woman if you * refuse a divorce and I doubt if, * even free, he would want to. * Patience, and hope, are your * watchwords. You are getting a * shocking deaL But you will win * out, if you stand your ground. • * • When life looks black, tell Anne Hirst about it. She will comfort you, and help you find the courage to better it or take it. Write her at Box 1. 123 Eighteenth St., New Toronto. Ont. Bad Luck E>oing His Bit The funds of the local nursing as- sociation were getting low, and it was decided to raise money by an entertainment in the village hall. Tickets were issued at a quarter, which included a free tea before the show. One young man filled the work- ers with dismay as he devoured eight big sandwiches, five pork pies, six fruit tarts, and three slices of cake, washing down the collection with seven cups of tea. Smilingly regarding the havoc he had wrought, the young man sat back and turned to his neighbour. "That's good," he said. "You know, I always think one should patroni?' anything of this kird. It's all for a good cause." SMXiSlftlOMO IOlal "BriUiant? Of Course . . . He owes it all to NUGGET !" You loo can be a shining light if you use Nugget every day. Nugget Shoe Polish shines easily . . . preserves leather . . . makes shoes last longer. OX-BhOOD, BLACK. WHITT AND ALL SHADES OF BROWN V « * â- â€¢ « • » ,4 A- picture was being shown on a cinema screen of a girl taking off her clothes at the edge of a river, before plunging into the water. In froi»t of her ran a rail- way line, and just as the girl was removing her last garment a train came along, obscuring the view. When the train had passed, the girl was swimming vigorously. At this point a man muttered, "Damn." "I beg your pardon," said hii neighbour, "did you say some- thing?" "Yes," said the other, "I've been to see this picture five times this week, and that darned train's on time every night." WAKE UP YOUR LIVER BILE- mHi* C«Uml-Awi Veull Jia« OMtl Bwl in lbs Mmih« Rarin' to G» The liver ehould pour oat about 8 luali <l bUa juice into your diseatire tiaet erajr digr. If thia bile ia not lowiot freely, yoiu food auv avt dioeat. It nay inatdeeay m the dlfeaatiT* traet. Thea laa Moata up yoor atomaaa.' Yen â- â€¢t oonatipated. You feel nur, sunk and tht world looks punk. 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