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"SALAM "TEA Li ^ JACK Synopsis Cliaptcr->\X1: HI Caballcro Kojo rides to nitct the settlers. He ad- vised tlicm to return home. Clark Weber â€" o"e ot" the three in the wagon â€" who has heard of the re- ward on X'aUk'z' head, attempts to caplnre him. OF REVENGE Chapter XXII If .\licli-e! \ aliUz noticed the sneer of ClarU Weber's face, he gave no sign. Nor did his man- ner chau(;c when he noticed V\'e- ber's hand sliding beneath the ' seat blanket, his IhmIj- inching for- ward a.s it he sought to look around tlie girl beside him, and jet see behind her. Tense silei e reigned for half a minute, ''"hen Weber spoke de- risively. "Why do you try to frighten us? What docs it mean to you wlielher we go or slay?" "Frighten you?" V'aldez's tone was mild. "If good advice scares jou, then Madie (k Dioi: help the tlwee of you â€" when you're settled down there." IT, nodded toward the valley below, lit up by leaping scarlet flames. • • • "You'll I'.ever nail one of us to Don .^ttero's Cross!" Weber challenged sharply. "You'll never set any of our buildings afire I Because you've seen yoiu' own last sunrise !" Few men could have snatched out and leveled a si.\-gun as fast as Clark Weber did while he pro- nounced that sentence of death. But even faster, Valdez's gaudily gloved hand flashed out from where it had dangled near his holster. Gun metal caught the moon's silvered rays. Flame leap- ed forth. Lead crunched into Clark Weber';, gun. He cried out in pain as his weapon slid from limp fingers. \'a!dez 'lolste.ed his smoking Colt. His eyes above the necker- chief and his voice vere still mild when he said: 'If you r:' that again, hombre, to it faster â€" and not when you •re looking str ^ght at me." The girl recovered her power of speech, looking at El Caballero Rojo as she asked a question. "You're sure that â€" " "I've told you what I know," the strange apparition said. Valdez backed F.I Cielo into the »hadow of a rock and horse and rider disappeared. There was no found, for he had gone as silently •s he had come. For long awed moments the trio ©n the wagon seat did ncSt move. « * » Then suddenly, with a harsh ejaculation, Clark Weber jumped to the ground and retrieved the gun that had been shot from his hand. The hand itself, he saw, had been nr more than scratched, but the shock of the bullet had done what EI Caballero Kojo had intend it to do. "Curse him." Weber "The next timeâ€"" "He might not be as Maxon finished for him. only trying help us. jrou draw that gim on him?" "Because he's worth money â€" plenty of it â€" dead or alive," Weber growled surlily, angered even at the flrl he profess d to love. "I'd heard enough about him â€" and now that I know he is in these parts, I (ee how we're going to make it quick, paying the balance due Bartle on our land." "With this man's body?" Chet Maxon demanded savagely. "You won't pay anything I owe â€" or El len owes â€" with blood money. Yo-.i mean you'd really stoop that low, Clark â€" after he went Out of hii- way to warn us to expert trouble?" "Warned like fun!' flared Weber Jit wouldn't surprise me to kno\. he crucified that man he said wa^ on that cross, and set that fire \r. Mw. Whrther he did it or not, I'm pajring more attention for a while <o growled. generous "He was Why did B Y N • C L E get that redheaded Mex outlaw than I am to farming." Without a word Chet Maxon picked up the reins. The \\agon creaked on. Even before it turned the bend and stopped near the ghastly cross, the silence of fear and disillusion dropped like a clam- my blanket over the plodding scttler.-i. On Chet Maxon's side of the trail stood the ghastly cross. On his sister's side, far below, glowed the ember of the fire they had seen, but which now was dying down. It was as if some mocking son of Satan had prepared the welcoming si.ijns. Only an hour before, young Burr .Mdman, nicknamed "Straw" be- cause of his red-gold hair and freckled lace, had been sitting across the table from his father, a hard-working tobacco farmer in Deep Water Valley. Burr, the son, was hard-working also, and he and his father had been figuring on their prosi)ects. There was elation in both their hearts as they reached the conclusion that the contents of their crammed drying shed would sell for enough to take up the next note on the farm. • « * "One thing we ain't figured, son," the old man told Straw ominously. "The fellers who are raising all the ructions in this here valley and burned Mike Chapman's drying shed. They killed Steve Ransom, too. We ain't taking no chances with them coming after us, so to- morrow- morning we start balir.g and hauling that tobacco out of here " But that bad been an hour ago. Now young Burr Aldman was kneeling so close to the smoking ruins of the shed that he could feel the heat from the ashes. And stretched before him on the ground was his father â€" his life's blood draining from a stomach wound. 'T told you, son," old Aldman gasped. "It wasn't only Chapman and â€" and Ransom they wanted riddance of. Them beefmen ain't stopping at â€" at anything till they've run out â€" every tobacco man in the valley." Straw Aldman was twenty-one. Or he had been up to minutes be- fore. He was like a man of forty or more now, as bitter as gall, with but one purpose in life â€" to find the man who ha ' tossed that torch into the drying shed; the man who had fired point-blank at his unarmed father who had tried to stop the arson. « * * "Y'es, Dad," he wheezed out. "Peefmen. Curse 'em I I'll pay every one of them b ck, coin for coin, till either lead or rope stop me." "No, son," the fanner's weak voice protested. "That's not the way. The thin . for you to do is to jftt out of this hole of the devil. See â€" Russ Bartle. He'll help you find somebody to buy the farm. He's a good man, son. He'll help you. But get out of this Deep Water Val- ley. Start as soon as your brother Sam gets back home. You and Sam pull out of here tonight. Promise me that, Burr." "All right. Dad," the young man said reluctantly. "I â€" I hate like all thunder to make a promise like that, but â€" " He stopped short, staring at hia father. Fof the next moment old Aldman died, stretched on the toil that nature had touched with inch a prodigal hand. * * * The red-headed young man stag gered to his feet. Hit weary eyes lo the smoldering ath-he4p. Then shifted from the corpse of hit father suddenly his teeth clicked together as he spun on his heejs, analchinv out the six g<m that was tucked be iicath his belt. But as swiftly h( reir.enibeved. '' riiat von, Sam- â-  lie called hope !i:llV. W hen there was no auswfr Md he still heard approachinc ftotlMlps, Record-Breaking Baby is l,000lh to be born this year in St. Joscpli'.s Ifospital, Chatham. The little girl shown here with her mother, Mrs. Frank Phelan of Stanley St., Blenheim, arrived Ciiristmas Eve and was walked up and down the ward corridor by Santa Claus himself. i , ANN£ HURST Sister's Children Invade Girl's Home A YOUNG GIRL is about to declare ♦ war on her married sisters. They, ♦ with their children, invade her private life in such a way that she cannot cn- j o y her own h o m c. 1 quote from her letter: "Suppose you had an army of married sisters each of whom brings back home the trials, worries and cares every marr-age. attendant upon * Suppose their children, parapher- * nalia, et al, visit your home 365 * days a year as surely as the sun * rises? Suppose their code of think- * ing to be: 'Want to take a job? * Step out any day? Why not? * Palm the children off on Mo- ther. She's always home, and you don't have to pay herl'" "Suppose you could never ask your friends in because your living room is perpetually clut- terred with diapers, rattles, blankets, booties and toys? Sup- pose you're tired of bumping into carriages, playpens, veloci- pedes? Suppose you hesitate to bring your young man home be- cause it's too much like taking him into a day nursery, or pro- jecting him into a young ma- trons' society with their one- track conversation? "Suppose your parents were weary unto death of this, but believe it their duty to be help- ful if it kills them? "And worse, suppose your heart is broken to see your home's furnishings abused just because they are unpretentious? (My sisters have beautiful homes of their own.) ♦ "ISupposc they never consider ♦ knocking when they drop in any ♦ hour of the day or night, or whether it is convenient for you ♦ to receive them? (We,> however, must observe all proprieties when visiting them.) Suppose they all, including the small fry, feel that they have a real share in this home, without owing it a particle of respect? ♦ "And suppose your point- ♦ blank request that they stay ♦ away occasionally meets with ♦ visits of redoubled length and ♦ clamor? ♦ "Talking is not going to ♦ change them. We can't pull up ♦ stakes and leave. I suppose we ♦ mutt wait till the children grow ♦ up before we can have peace. ♦ And by then I'll be middle aged ♦ and these children will be bring- ♦ Ing home the next generation »o again his six gun was flinig upward. l-fli finger danced on the trigger. "Ktep comingi" he commanded. A alight figurt lit ragged overalls camt to the dying glow of the rnins. Straw Aldman glowered, then slightly relaxed. This was not the killer of his father, the men who had set fira to the drying shed. He had managed to gtt one glimpse of that man, a distant glimpse, at he had I uihtd from the houie at the sound of thota. That fellow with the torch and gun had been taller than tli.'s ragged figure, had moved llkr one who wa» much older. (To be C«ntinued) * plow roughshod through our • home! • "I don't dislike children. If I • could, I'd marry and have my • own. All I agk is the chance to * be free to enjoy my own home. • Only God can help us through ♦ this, I know; but a few ideas * from an outsider might save my ♦ sanityâ€" I might use this to write * a tragi • comedy or somcthingl * Please answer soon." "TO GRIX AND BEAR If:" Does your mother knoiv how bit- terly you feel about this monopoly of your homcf This is for her to han- dle, she' should not oblige your sis- ters on nights when you have a date at home. Also, they should not leave the children's to\s, etc., overnight. Your mother feels a natural pride that her daughters can count on her. But unlit you marry, the home is your home, too, and your privacy in it should be protected. Slop worry- ing, though, about hozti your dates regard this disorder. They're not so squeamish as yuu are. Hurry up and pick your outi young man and have your own home! Then you can park your babies ivith your mother, too. Every girl needs some privacy in her own home, and every mother should try lo arrange that she gels it. Anne Hirst can help mother and daughter. IVrite her at Bo.v A, Room 421, 7i Adelaide St., H'csl. Toronto. Sunday School Lesson By Rev R. Barclay Warren What We Know About God Isaiah 40: 28-31; John 14: S-14. Golden Text â€" But without faith it is impossible to please him. For h . that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of thera that diligently seek him.â€" Hebrews 11:16. A youth leader said, "If you want to keep young, stay around young people; if you want to get old, try and keep up with them." How truly he spoke! But Isaiah summons us to a source of strength greater than the springs of youth. "Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the yotftig men shall utterly fall; but they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary, and they shall walk and not faint." Not only is the Eternal God, the Creator of the earth, a Being of unlimited strength but He is able to give of His strength to those who call upon Him. There are times when We need to soar as with eagles' wings above the confu.sion and din of a sin-torn weary world. But it is equally important to be able to walk and not faint. The mother of the little children often feels the need of moral strength and courage to carry on the humdrum duties of everyday life. She doesn't ask for eagles' wings to get above them but for strength to walk and not faint. Isaiah also says of God "There is no searching of His understanding." He who can trust the infinite wis- dom of God in the hour of stark tragedy has a strong consolation. ♦ * * Many who tliin!< well of Jesus Christ regard God the I'ather as a stern, austere P.eiiif; who i> tiot nearly as sympathetic with humani- ty as His Son. This is a false notion Jesus said, "He that hath seen mc hath seen the Father." His w-ords and works are of the Father who dwelleth in Him. Would you know How Can I? By Anne Ashley Q. How can I clean windows and glass easily, and also give the glass a nice polish? A. By using a lintless cloth dip- ped in a solution of two table- apoonfula of household ammonia to' two quarta of water. Q. How can I give an added gloss to the linen? A. A gloss can be produced by making the hot starch with soapy water. This also prevents the iron from sticking to the goods. O. How can I improve the fi:i- vor and the texture of fudge: A. Both the flavor and tex- ture will be improved if a small spoonful of cornstarch is added. . . Q. How can I distinguish fresh fish from spoiled fish? A. By looking at the gills and the eyes. The gills of fresh fish are red and the eyes are clear. ISSUE 2â€"1948 what God the Father is like? Th«o read the life of Jesus and becomO acquainted with Him as your pert sonal Saviour and you will know the Father. - The lesson closes with m chal- lenge. There is a great work for us to do. It is to tell the world about Him. Jesus regards this aa in a sense greater than the miracles which He, up to that time, had wrought. There is also the chal- lenge to pray. Dare we accept it? "If ye shall ask anything in my Name, I will do it." God lives and rewards those who in faith, dili- gently seek Him. New Old Joke Question: "Who was the lady I saw you with the other night in that sidewalk cafe?" Answer: "That was no sidewalk cafeâ€" that was our 'furniture â€" we're living there." ^MMMMMMWW>AA^I^<N^A^^** (^ 5bo^ mynBir BOORin READER SERVICE It's here! 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