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Salada Tea Bags are handy for afternoon tea W M salauk Riders '"*• Hoot-Owl Pool by G. H. SHARP CHAPTER TWO Marked for Murder There was a tense, uneasy silence in the ranch house. Men looked at one another askance. More than t>ne pair of eyes was watching Webb Winters. "You and Bob rode home to- gether, Webb," said Joe Blake, "as far as the forks of the trai.l You was the last man to see Bob And- erson alive. If I was you, I'd keep that information away from the sheriff. It might sound diflerent to the law than it does to us that knows you and Bob was good {riends. A jury, now, might think Somethin' diflferent. If I was you, I'd forget I rode along that trail â- with a man who was found mur- dered." Webb's jaw muscles tiglitened. His lips were tight, white. His nar- rowed eyes looked at Joe Blake, at Tex, at the others. He saw »uspicion written on the faces of more than one of these men. Three thousand dollars was a lot of pioney to them. Those papers, de- livered to .Xb Abbott, would bring a good price. And Webb Winters had been the man who had ridden k lonely trail with Bob Anderson. "If any man licre thinks I killed Bob Anderson," said Webb Win- ters, "let him come out and say so." None of them had seen the door open. None of them, in that tense moment, noticed the man standing in the doorway. All of them ftarcd guiltily as Sheriff Hank Rob- erts spoke: "Didn't know voii liad company, Webb." Webb's tongue wet his dry lips. He forced a lame, sort of grin. "Howdy, Hank. Joe and Tex •nd some of the boys dropped around to see about givin' Bob a proper plantin'. Glad you come •ver. Put up your horse." "I will, Webb, much obliged. It got kinda gloomy over at Bob's. 4722 SIZES 12-20 30-42 'Jliis bo1cro-drc.'.< will pay foi itself in usefniiirss! Smart tank top dress has hiiiions down front, half-moon pdiKiiv Tic bulcni i« tinv, liaii«< Ircc. xi cool aiid ncai! I'aiicr,. 47-' J: I.' to 20; 30 to 42. Sire 16 dress and bolero, 4^ yds. 35-in.; ^ yd. contrast. This pattern, easy to use, sim- ple to sew, is tested for fit. Has complete 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 I, 123 I£igh- terntli St. New Toronto, Ont. ISSUE 17 - 1950 Two of Blake's cowboys is over there settin' up with the corpse. There was a few things I wanted to ask you about, so I rode over." Sheriff Hank Roberts left the cabin as quietly as he had come. The members of the Scissor-Bill Pool looked uneasily at one an- other. Then Joe Blake spoke: "We better be driftin' along. So- long, Webb. And hell, nobody here is accusin' you of anythjng. See you at the funeral tomorrow." They left Webb there in his cabin. Kone of them had any de- sire to stay and talk to the keen- eyed old sheriff from Rimrock who had walked in on them so quietly. Webb Winters knew that old Hank Roberts had heard him when he had hurled his challenge at the others. He poured himself a cup of coffee and stood there in the lighted doorway as the others rode away into the night. The sky was filled with broken clouds through which a pale moon rode. Then Sheriff Hank Roberts came back from the barn. Webb put more wood in the stove. The old peace officer sat down in the chair that Joe Blake had been usitig. Webb handed him a cup of coffee and put tobacco within the sheriff's reach. "I reckon," said Webb abruptly, "that you heard what I was tellin' 'em. Sheriff." "Set down, son. Take tlie weight off your feet. We and you are goin' to have a pow-wow. A little medicine talk. Light your tobacco." Webb took the other chair and rolled a cigarette. The sheriff sip- ped his black coffee. They smoked a while witliout saying a word. Webb was still white hot inside be- cause of the veiled accus.Ttion of Joe Blake and the others. "Who organized the Scissor-Bill Pool, Webb?" the sheriff asked abruptly. "I reckon you can lay it onto me and Bob. We had to gather our cattle in the fall and brand our calves in the spring. None of us had many cattle and the only way to work the range was to make up a pool round-up, which we did." "Likewise. it protected you against the Triangle outfit." "That's right." "And the Scissor-Bill Pool aims to start a war on account of Bob Anderson's murder?" "Not knowin', I couldn't say. Sheriff." "You'd belter get this straight, son. There's goin' to be no range war if I kin help it. Even if I have to put the men of the fool and every Triangle man under a peace bond. You fellers seem to forget that there's a law in this country." "Then why didn't that law ketch the man that shot Ed Young in the back a few months ago? Why don't your law lay a hand on the men that murdered Bob .Ander- son?" Webb's tone was bitter. "I'm doin' the best I know how, son Takes time. Accusin' a man of murder is an almighty serious charge. Got to go careful. Webb, which trail did you use comin' lionie?" "You mean when I come to- night?" "Yes." "1 cut across the lower end ol Bob's horse pasture, takin' a short- cut Bob and 1 used a lot. It cuts off about three miles." ".Mind Icttin' me have a look at your gun?" There was a puzzled expression in the cowbo.v's eyes as he took his si.\-shooter lioiu the ttin^iband ol his overalls and h.Tiidcd it, butt foremost, to the law utluii. Ihe sheriff examined ii i:ir(iii!ly, iKcn looked at Webb. "This gun has been fired lately." "This afternoon. I emptied it at a coyote. If you're hinttii' that I killed Bob Anderson . . ." "Keep your shirt on, son. I ain't accusin' you of anything. But I took that same short-cut, comin' here tonight. There's a dead man alongside the trail. A Triangle cow- boy. The same cowboy you had a light with in town about two weeks I ago, 1 recognized him, right off. 1 remember the fig'ht you'd had with him because he was usin' tough language in Mae's restaurant. You run him out of town and told i liim he'd gii worse than just a No Trouble At All â€" Mrs. Joyce Chapman, 18. of Oroville, smiles at her infant son which she bore while listening to her radio at home. She said that after the birth, which was completely pain- less, she wrapped the infant in a inackinaw and walked a mile to the mine where her husband works. He took the mother and child to the hospital, where both are doing- fine. beatin' up if he ever showed up again in the restaurant." "Well, what about it?" "So far as the sign shows, Webb, you're the only man that took the short-cut tonight. Your gun barrel is powder-marked." "Therefore, I killed the gent?" "No jury would convict a man on such slim evidence." He handed Webb back the gun and picked up his coffee cup. "That man was killed by Bob Anderson, Webb. Keep your gun." They were burying Bob Ander- son at the little Rimrock graveyard. All the members of the Scissor-Bill Pool were there. Webb was there with Mae. It was drizzling rain and everybody had on slickers. A dismal, dreary day. Saddled horses stood, bridle reins dropped. Buggy teams were tied to the fence. Nearly all the women stayed in their buggies. (Continued Next Week) hronicles %ingerParm W C3v(2.n.dolin.e P Clat^ke I'herc were no Easter bunnies around here last week but there were lenty of calves. The first one, a heifer, arrived uneventfully dur- ing the middle of the night but the mother was one of these unnatural females who refuses to recognize her off-spring. In cow language that means the mother would not lick her calf after it was born â€" a usual procedure â€" and unless you are u«ed to cattle you have no idea what a difference that makes to the appearance of a calf. The car- essing touch of the mother's tongue is as beneficial to the calf as beauty parlour treatment to a glamorous blonde. Two days later while milking was ill progress I'artner looked at Spotty and figured "her time had come" â€" or at least it was not far distant. So Spotty was put into a stall by herself and left alone. Later that niglit Bob went down to the barn and alien he came back Partner inquired â€" "Is the cow all right ?" "Vcs," answered Bob, "Spotly's all right, except that she has twin calves!" And was Spotty ever proud of her babies! Nothing wrong with the mother-instinct there. Spotty's only trouble was how to divide her attention between the two calvesâ€" that is, if she could tell one from another. They are almost identical â€" and both as spotted as a leopard â€" being of the Ayrshire variety. Now of coiux- the arrival of twin calves is nothing very wonder- ful triplets are a bit more unusual, hut we'll settle lor twins around luir. \Vhi:l iiiadf tins occasion par- ticularly interesting lay in the fact lli;it the mother of our new calves was herself a tuhi; and the grand- mother had twins twice. Moreover, in each case the twins were heifers â€" and thereby hangs a tale. It is the taleâ€" or family histocy â€" that makes my story. The first time calves arraived at Ginger harm an old-limer advised Part- ner to veal them. "Don't ever keep twin heifer cahes," he >said, "you'll nevei get any calves from tliem, no matter how long you keep them. It just won't happen, tliat's all." Well, on that first occasion Mr. j Old-Tinier was right, because one I lalf was undersized and not worth I keeping; tht other was txtrt big and although we kept her until she was over three years old she never did have a calf. So even- tually she went to the stockyards and I haven't a doubt in the world she made excellent beef. Then the same cow had twins again â€" a nice, average-size pair of heifer calvesâ€" and we kept them. Mr. Old-Timcr shook his head again â€" "You'll rue the day" he mourned. But one of those twins is the mother of our newest arriv- als, so you see our twin calves are proof positive of the falsity of that old-fashioned superstition â€" that a heifer that is born a twin will never produce a calf. Well, the weather is still front page news. Irojt, cold winds, snow in many places . . and Easter! We had everything but the snow. Daughter was home for the long week-end, and as she left Toronto while it vvas still quite mild she brought only a light weight top coat with her. I wonder how many other week-enders were caught the same way. Now we are back to normal again â€" no more liomecomers in the house, so there is no temptation to sit up talking to the small hours; and no more hockey broadcasts to keep one keyed up to fever pitch. Now the Maple Leafs are out of the run- ning we can retire to our beds at a respectable hour and build up a little reserve energy against the spring rush ... if that time ever comes! But, oh dear I soon there will be daylight saving time to contend with â€" and that will upset our schedule again. However, with no hydro shortage to worry about, DST shouldn't be quite such a farce as it was last year. That was a time to remember. As if we could forget I ! Spring is also the time for new styles in toggery â€" and how I wish some one would get the idea that COLOURED shirts are the only smart thing for men to wear. White shirts . . . how I hate them! Not the look of tlicm, of course, iust the washing and ironing. Wash them by themselves; hang them by themselves; iron them so care- full> â€" and yet every time 1 find a smudge somewhere; or a scorch mark, or a wrinkle in the collar. Men's while shirts are enough to blight a woman's life . . . there should be a law against them. Well, that's all for this time, friends. I must go ^low and iron a shirt ... a white shirt . . . and for the second time! HOW CAN I? By Anne Ashlej Q. How can I test the purity of butter? A. Place a small amount of butter in a teaspoon and hold it over a flame If butter ia pure, it will foam quietly and boil. If impure, it will crackle and sputter as it becomes heated. Q. How can I stop a small leak in a pan, bucket or tub? A. Turn the receptacle upside down, cover the leak with a little powdered sulphur, heat an old knife blade until it is very hot, and spread the suli^ur around lh« leak. Q. How can I help eick gold fish? A. If the gold fish are ill, the chances are that they art overfed, or their bowl has not be«n kept dean. Overfeeding or lack of freah water will soon Idll them. 0- How can I overcome the unpleasantness of taking medicine? When medicine is unpleasant to take, try placing a bit of alum in th« mouth for a moment before taking the medicine. It will usually overcome any un- pltasantness. • ANN€ HIRST "I've been married 11 years to a man I used to love. But lately he is so hard to get along with that I'm about ready to pack up and go. "Nothing I do is ever quite right. He com- plains about my housekee ping, though I'm much better than I used tot be â€" and instead ol helping, he'' •^'keeps me picking up after him all the time. 'â-  "He criticizes the way I talk, and look, and act. Yet if I get a new dress, he just grumbles and asks what it cost. My education is better than his, and I'm just as pleasant as he wilt let me be. I have loads of friends, though he has few. "He won't go to church with jne. He never takes me out unless I nag him â€" and when we do go, he is such a show-off that he em- bairasses me. "He pays the bills, and is gen- erous. He doesn't drink or gamble. "If I had only a little appre- ciation, I'd be so happy I (Some- times I think he'd be better oflE with just a housekeeper) ... I don't want to leave, but how can I inake our marriage like it used to be "ON THE VERGE." RENEW YOUR CHARMS When you married your hus- band, you say, he was devoted and appreciative, flattering and helpful. (I wish I could print all your letter). You were good companions, had fun together. What has happened? A man who develops the an- noying habit of criticizing every- thing his wife does, often feels at fault himself. So he protects that feeling by trying to be superior. This accounts for your husband "picking on" you. When ' he shows off before other people, it is because he craves flattery and doesn't get it at home. Your husband would enjoy taking you out if he felt at home with you, confident that you are proud of him, as he used to be proud of you. I think you are expecting too much of him. He has his points, j . you know. He is honest and good. He has no vices. He is a helpful citizen in the commun- ity. He provides well for you. Why don't you concentrate on his good qualities, and let him know how you appreciate them? Flatter him a bit, tactfully. Make him feel he's really Some- body. Praise him for his vir- tues, and see how he expands. Your compliments will build up his prestige (which is what he needs) and will soften his atti- tude toward you, too. He will begin to see you as he did in the early years of your marriage, when you exercised all your charms to please him, and con- vinced him that he was the ONE MAN in the world for you. Stop trying to make him over. Show him you like him as he ii^ â€" and tell him why. You two can recapture that companionship you used to havs^ if you will take the trouble t« do your part. Compare him with other husbands you know, and those unfortunate ones you read about in this column. I think you will realize how lucky you are. Concentrate on the good quali- ties your husband has, and ignora the others. You can't change him, you know â€" ^but you can dung* your opinion of iiim. Anna Hirst will help, if you write her at Bok 1,. 123. Eighteenth. Street,. New Toronto, Ontario. r % SALLY'S SALLIES "Ht must think this cerunMv' Is being televUed." y >- •A TIT FOR TAT A woman who was living in a hotel at San Francisco employed a Chinese bay. She said, "Whafa your name?" "Fu Yu Tsin Mei," he replied. "Your name is too laii|Fi III call you John." The Chinese boy looked sur- prised. "What's your name?" he asked. "Mrs. Elmer Edward MacDoit- ald." "Your name is too long; I call you Charlie." The boss suffers from infiatioa â€" an inflated sense of his own im- portance. 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