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7 *% >Afi^M/ ^ ITS 'fRAORANCE IS SEALED IN VACUUM Riders f-*« Hoot-Owl Pool by G. H. SHARP CHAPTER THREE (Continued From Last Week) Eyes narrowed, !ie looked at it all. Tlien tie set about cleaning Up the place. He would have to make a trip to town for grub and bedding. He was in the middle of his house, cleaning, when he heard a wagon coming. He stepped to the doorway, a carbine in his hands. Then he rccogni7:eii the man drivin.< the team. It was Tex. '"I got word that somebody had kind of messed up your place, Webb, so I figured I'd come over." In the wagon was a month's sup- ply of grub, a bottle of whisky and a bedroll. "The bed is one that a feller left at my place and never came back for. One of the Jones boys that had bad luck along the trail. Yon kin pay back the grub when you git around to it." Tex put up his team and helped Webb clean up things. He did not say how he happened to learn that somebody had violated that range code which says that a man is lower than a snake who will abuse the privilege of an unlocked door. Webb did not ask. Tex spent the night with Webb and they sat up until late, smoking; and talkiug. .After breakfast, Tex pulled out for home. It was when Webb saddled up and rode around his place that he discovered what other damage had been done. His fence around the hay mea- dow had been cut. His alfalfa crop was tromped down, two haystacks torn up and ruined by the rain, his few liead of horses, about IS head, were missing. Save for the horse he rode, he was afoot. He would be forced to sell part of his cattle or buy feed to replace the hay that had been wantonly destroyed. He sat liis horse, staring at the broken fence and the ruined hay crop. Not a pleasant homecoming. He kncv/ that more than a few oi the rancher.* in the country con- sidered him guilty of Bob Ander- son's dc.ilh tCtUfie, WUL IJoiiics like I!-,.! I:i>.c made ni No. 5(1 cotton. Tlic-c; dalnly beau tiei :iic knitted, arc cniali (only 8 and 9;j iriihc-'' and different. KniuiiiK chart? are easy lo fol tow. Doilies are a cherished K<'> Pattern 569: directions, charts. Laura Wheeler'i iniproved pat- tarn mal.ei needlework so simple whh it4 chartl, photos and con- di« directions. Send TWENTY-nVE CENTS in coins (stampi cannot b« ac- «#pted) fir this patiorn to Box 1, 123 EiRlilecnth St. New Toronto, Ont.. I'rini plainly PATTERN MUMBF.R, vour NAMK und AD- DRESS He thought over the proposition Tex had made to him the night before as they sat smoking in the cabin. Webb had turned it down. Now he wondered if he hadn't been too hasty. .\h Abbot was going after Webb Winters. Webb no longer belonged to the Scissor-Bill Pool. What chance had he, lone- handed, against the Triangle outfit? He was staring with brooding eyes at the broken fence when Joe Hlake rode up. "Damnation, Webb, who done this?" "Not knowin'," Webb replied, "I couldn't say." "They shore tore things up. What'll you do about hay this winter?" "As the sayin' goes, I'll do like they do over the river. Do without." "Shore tough, Webb." "It could be worse, I reckon." Webb's voice was quiet. There was an awkward silence. Webb hardly seemed' aware of the other man's presence. He kept looking at his broken fence, think- ing of the proposition Tc\ had of- fered. "I rode over, Webb, to tell you how ornery I feel about what that lawyer drug outa me on the witness stand. Looked like 1 was tryin' to send you to the pen.'' "Did it?" Webb kepi looking at the tangled barb wire. "1 don't want you lo pack no grudge again' me, Webb." "Lot 'er go as she lavs." rctiirucd Webb. "The Pool wagon starts next week," Joe Blake went on. ".\re you ridin' with us?" "I quit the Scissor-Bill Pool the night 1 got accused of killin' Bob Anderson. I'm done with the lay- out for keeps." "How'll yon gii your tattle gath- ered?" "I'll do my own worryin' about that." "Xo need to take it thataway. Me and my men will rep (or you. Glad to do it." "I'm galherin' my own stufl, ISluke. I don't want help from the Scissor-Bill Pool in any shape, form or manner. Tell 'cm that when yon meet tonight." There svas anotlier silence. The two nteii looked hard at each other. "I'll tell 'cm," said Joe lllakc. "J got to be ridin' along. Some of my horses got scattered while I wac in town, subpoenaed for the trial." "('liarRC it lo profit and loss. Clake. .So-long." Webb rode away. Joe Ulalic'.s black eyes followed him Then Hlakc rode ofl, a faint, twisted grin on his thin-lipped tnoulh. The ex- pression on his face was not very pleasant. • » • .SliCMifl Hank Koberls pulled on his chaps and twisted a cigarette into shape. His wife poured him a last cup of black coflce, rcgtilat round-up coffee, strong enough lo •satisfy any man. He Imcklcd on Ms carlridge belt and slid liis old .4.S into it.s holster. A worried frown biotiglit his sliau;K* â-  gray brows logethei. "You never could tell a lie and make it stick. Have I ever spilled a secret? Vou've always tohl inc )iist about cverylliiiis yini wcif ihiing. What's wrong tins time?" "Yon iinil Vl.ae li((" ;mk rin' lalcly?" "She stayed with nic l.i-i niKlii \. Iiile yon were gone. What's that got lo do ivilli it? Hank, you're not poiiig after Webb Winters again?" "No. That is, not exactly. But he's travelin' in tough t'ompaiiy and .somebody i.s likely to git hut I down there before the last shipment is made this fall. T'he Triangle wagon • tarled yesterday on their beef lork. The Scissor-Bill Pool starts today. Te.\ and Webb are workin' together willi some strangers from the badlands. I'm goin' ilowit to look the layout over. What was Mac sayin' about Webb Wiiitcm?" 'I'ontinued Next Week) HRONICLES %INtiERF)VRM With all this heart-breaking news of floods in the West and fires in (^Hiebec it would seem that in On- tario we have little to grumble about â€" especially now that we have at last got some seediny done. Probably in some parts seeding has been completed but we are just nicely in the middle of it. On Sat- urday v,e had to quit because of strong galesâ€" no sense in spending $200 on clover seed and then have the wind blow it over to the next f;.rm as you try to sow it. Today i: will have a better chance as there iii oidy a slight brce/e. But now we have a new worry. Last night there was "a black frost" and Partner is afraid it may have killed the grass just starting lo grosv in the pasture fields. If so it will make it bad for farmers who are .short of liay and are just waiting for the grass to trow and the weather to v. arm up so they can turn their cattle out on pasture. We arc luckyâ€" we still have enough bay in the barn to last uittil June 1, if necessary. But believe n;e, the cattle won't think much of that June 1 idea! The other day, vhcn they were ont to water, they discovered to their joy that the gate to the back garden had not been properly fastened. One young heifer promptly finished the job atid when I looked out of the windo'v all the cows were happily munching away at the succulent green grass as if they hadn't a minute to lose. As indeed they hadn't, as I vas soon on my way to call Partner, then be- tween us, and Tippy, the, cows' ill- gotten gain was cut short â€" and quickly. But the mischief was done. Now every tinie the cows are let out they crowd around and bawl in disappointed protest at finding the gate securely fastened â€" an.l with a chain around for extra protection. Well, last week T did a bit of gad- ding. Tuesday 1 went to Toronto especially to shop. 1 was planning to attend a \Vomen's Institute affair at Guclph on the I'riday and of course, I hadn't a thing lo wcarl So I shopped, and 1 shopped â€" and Low I loathe shopping â€" and al- though 1 knew rsaitly what I want- ed I couldn't find it, nor could I f.ird anyone to wait on me half the lime until I approached a floor iiianager and got a little action that uay. I'iiially at the end of ;.nything but a perfect day I came home with ciily one purchaseâ€" a pair c I crcpc- soled canvas shoes! Came I'riday and I set oul for Cuelph 'ii a dress that waR loo thin: a coal that has long since (oi^oilcn when it was new. and my old black lelt hat. Put somehow, old clothe- didn't sccni to mailer oiue we ijol there. We? Oh yes. the June Pug took .ilong other W.I. niemb'Ts tonâ€" and she really Inizzed alcng the road very nicely. We arrived in good lime ami uere rewarded (or our trip by hearing Mrs. (Raymond 'ayre. International President of the .\ssoeiaie(l C'oiinlry Women of llie World. Mi.-i. Sayre is llio lytic of person who speaks from the heart - niul lo the he.irl There were no irill.'- lo her addies- she jiisl made von feci s'le was :im ordinary farm N'oman like inosi ol us in her and- iiiue â€" knowing and understanding our prohlnns, ami ye| m;ikiin; lis realise the power that women have and parlienlai l> (arm wonieii, In Actress Marries â€" Mr. and Mrs. Conrad Nicholson Hilton, Jr., pause on the steps of the Church of the Good Shepherd in Bev- erly Hills, Calif., following their wedding. Bride is the former Elizabetli Taylor of the screen. Groom is a member of the famous Hilton hotel family. mold world affairs. Watch for an account of her address in your farm papers. 1 cannot attempt to do justice to it in this column. One thing I must mention . . . Mrs. Sayre quoted the answer given by a Jewish American scientist to someone who said to him â€" "I sup- pose atomic power is now the great- est power in the world. Isn't that so?" "No," answered the scientist, ''there is one power greater yet â€" the power of Almighty God." That is something we are inclin- ed to forget in this materialistic and scientific age, don't you think? Yet we should remember it to our com- fort if we are inclined to dwell fearfully on the dcvasting power of atomic force. After all, the cleverest men of our day and age are still only puppets when a Higher Power taeks over. We have proof of that in the swirling waters of Ihe Red River flood. Sandbags can lessen Ihe damage but only the subsiding cf the waters can bring real relief to the flooded areas. Do you know another thing that struck me quite forcibly at the Guelph Conference â€" the astonish- inR number of grey headed women! Fifty years ago most of them would have been wearing lace caps and staying home with their grand- children. But on Priday, there they were, well over a thousand strong. A.nd they were smartl Most of them had evidently had better luck shop- ping than 1 had. My friends and I sat in the balcony, and looking down we could almost count the brown-haired heads among the grey and white. Another thing I like about that kind of outing â€" so often kind- hearted souls come up to me and sayâ€" "You're Mrs. Clarke, aren't you? We always read and enjoy your column." Often they are strangers to me â€" how they recog- nize me, I don't now â€" but it always gives me a sort of lift to meet any of you people who put up with my meanderings week by week, and I hope you will always come and say "Hullo" whenever you and I happen to be in the same place at the same time. 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Attractive and delightful! We do every- thing logether, and since our marriage three years ago, she ha* become dearer and dearer to me. "I was married before â€" 'o a wom- an who was just the opposite. She was lazy, unclean, nagging and. ^;.ove all, unfaithful. She has mar- ried again, too. She visits here fre- quently. ".\nne Hirst, my own mother brings her to her home, lakes her around as though she were still my wife. I learn that my mother is encouraging her to believe we may get together again! My molher has pulled some of the lowest tricks imaginable. Yet. while we were married, these two heartily disliked each other! "What now? "It is a terrible thing to say, but J am growing to dislike my mother more every day. "My wife sees and knows all this, but never complains. We hardly ever go home any more, because I can't stand this deceitful tning my mother is doing â€" and my wife trust- ing her so. They have got to learn that my present wife comes first. last and always with me. I worship her, and I can't stand this any longer. "I've thought of selling our homo and getting away from them all. What do you think? W.C." » * ♦ * I .think you would be foolish '* to allow your mother's behavior â- * to drive you away from your * home. * Instead, stop visiting her. If * she complains, tell her why. * You ask me why your mother * acts so. Perhaps she is jealou-; * of your devotion to your present - * wife, and would like nothing bet- * ter than to break up your mar- * riage. So she enlists the syinpa- * thy of your first wife, who. noth- * ing loath (I take itl joins her * plan. * However, what does it matter * why your mother docs this? The '* fact that she does is shocking * enough. The sooner you let the '* family understand how futile are * these efforts, the sooner they will * cease. * Be grateful that your wife is * so superior, and enjoy your niar- * riage together, unclouded by all * this confusion. It is revolting to * have to distrust one's mother, but * after all, a mother, like everyone * else, must earn the trust of her * children. » ♦ ♦ To "R.N.": Avoid this tempta- tion as you would flee Irom the plague I If you are working in the same organization with this married man, get yourself another position Since' you "love hiiu more every day,*" that is the smartest course. Believe it or not, once he is removed itota your daily sight, you will find it easier to forget this ill-advised in- fatuation. You do not say whethei he has shown any interest in you or not. If he has, it is no compliment to you: if he has not, the declaration of affection which you are tempted to make would embarrass liim ter- ribly, and tend to make you ridiculous. Have you thought of his wife? In her place, what would VOU think of a girl who tried to steal YOUR husband? Think it over. It should make you see yourself as other people would see yoti. if yon do not control your emotions. « • * If differences arise between jron and your family, don't let them affect your private life. Ann Hirst'* understanding has helped rhonsands ' of husbands and wives to ke«p tbdr marriage fine. 'Write Anne Hirst at Box 1. 123 Eighteenth Street, New Toronto, Ont. Andtlf REUEF is LASTING Nobody knows the cause of rheum*- tism tmt we do kno'.v there's oo* thing to ease the pain . . . it's INSTANTINE. And when you take Instamthib the relief is prolonged because Instantine contains not one, hot three proven medical ingredient*. These three ingredients work togetiier to bring you not only fast relief bat more prolonged relief. Take Instantink for fait heada<^ relief too ... or for the pains of neuritis or neuralgia and the aches wtA pains that often accompany a cold. 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