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T%i -#»:- Year in year out quality has alway s been and will always be the f irst consideration with "salada: TEA Riders f-^^^ Hoot' Owl Pool by G. H. SHARP CHAPTER FOUR (Continued from last week) Slierifl Hank Roberts left the •aloon witli the doctor. The old peace officer walked with a steady gait. Above the bandages, his face was gray and drawn with pain, but 3iis puckered eyes were narrowed, hard. He refused the doctor's arm. There was the bloodstained pool table and the water in the basin that had become pinkish from blood. Tex and the Hoot-Owl Pool cowboys lined up at the bar. Webb stood tliere, alone, save for old Judge Anders in his rusty black suit and threadbare white sliirt and string tie. "Come, Webb," said Judge And- ers and, taking the cowboy's arm, he led him down the street to liis cabin. * t * Judge Anders found a sealed bot- tle and a corkscrew. He made Webb taie a stiff drink. Tlien he shoved him into the bathroom and laid out a razor and shaving mug. He turned on the hot water. "I'll send a kid to the hotel for your clothes, Webb. You'll feel better after a bath and shave." He closed the bathroom door. Back in the front room of his cabin. Judge Anders stood lookin(» at the uncorked bottle. Everything in his body cried for that wliisky. His hands were unsteady as he corked the bottle and put it back in the cupboard. His lips twitclied nervously and his gait was slow, faltering, as he moved away from the closed cupboard that held the untouched bottle. He went on up the street. He was steady enough now as he walked into Mae's restaurant. His smile faded when the cook told him that Mae was not there. S!ie had gone to the town dance. "Alone?" "Xot exactly. Judge," said the cook, an old roundup cook. "She went with Ab Abbot." Old Judge Anders carried Webb's' telescope valise from the liotel. It was a little too heavy for him and he had to keep changing hands. It kept hitting the sides of his legs, almost upsetting him. But he did not seem to notice. He staggered on doggedly until he got to his cabin. Webb had bathed and shaved. He had a bath towel wrapped around his middle when he opened the door. Judge Anders came in, a forced smile on his face. "Thought I'd bring it myself, Webb. Need the exercise." Webb looked at the old attorney. Then he held out his hand. When he spoke, his voice was none too steady. "I don't know what I ever did. Judge, to earn the sort of frlend- »hip you've showed me." "Drink, Webb?" "I reckon not. Unless you need one." "I haven't touched it since the night after your trial. There's a case of it in tlic clothes closet. It hasn't been touched until tonight when I opened that bottle." Webb dressed and they sat there in the front room, talking. Or, rather. Judge Anders talked and Webb was forced to listen. Webb wanted to go up town. He wanted to see Mac, talk to her for a little wliile. Just for a few minutes. Be- cause, save for Judge Anders, he was absolutely friendless. He coitldn't leave the old man now. It wouldn't be the square Upside down lo prevent peeking. a J.HAU aNKiV :>aHirN s V I a 1 a â- o iiH) A v« E1QE3 BBUCin aDQ DOQDBDBQD ISSUE 26 â€" 1950 thing to do. .^nd Judge Anders sat there smoking, talking on and on about his yesterdays. Webb shifted uneasily in his chair and tried to pretend to listen. It was nearly midnight before Webb could get away. The old at- torney was asleep in his big arm chair, his pipe in his hand. He looked gray from fatigue and he stirred restlessly in his sleep. Ex- haustion had blanketed the old man with slumber. Webb left him there in his big, old chair. He went up the street, spurs jingling. Mae's restaurant was closed. He found his way through the pines to her cabin, but the cabin door was padlocked. He reckoned she was at Hank Robert's* place. He knew that he wouldn't be welcome at Hank's. A familiar figure lurched from the lighted doorway of a saloon. A short, heavy-shouldered, bowlegged man with a sliapeless hat pulled slantways across his eyes. His widespread gait was unsteady. His spur rowels dragged on tlie wide plank sidewalk. He had a bottle of whisky in one hand, a si.x-sliooter in the other. * * 4< Somewhere a piano was pounding out a ragtime piece. Some drunken cowboy was trying to sing. There was the laughter of dancehall girls and the voices of men in some sort of an argument. Yellow, blurred light shone from saloon windows. "Damned if it ain't Webb Win- ters," leered tlie man with tlie gun and the bottle. "It's me, Joe Blake'." "What you huntin"? Trouble?" "Hell, no, Webb. I'm just in town, that's all. A man's got to kinda celebrate now and theji. ain't he?" "Better put up that gun, Blake, or else use it." "Meanin' what, neig-hbor?" "Meanin", mister, that it makes me kind of touchy when a man has 4652 SIZtS 11-17 "/rhtu^-^i/a 'amf Coolest I .'1,1,...^.-... 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He did not si(5>port us. "Since w e married three years ago, he has had at least 18 jobs. Finally m y stepfather signed a note so we could buy our home, and he even got my husband work. Result, my stepfather did the work and my husband drew the pay! "He does not seem to c;ire any- thing for me nor the children. I had to send my two-year-old girl to my grandmother â€" -and I miss her sc much! Now, away from him, at least I know my baby is taken care ol, and I need not worry myself sick. "Since I left, he does not want to worlc, nor even support the baby. "So I intend to take it to the Children's Court and let them set- tle it for me. Am I right or wrong? MRS. B.B." * A husband who refuses to sup- *^ port his family must be made to. * I do not sec what other course '" you could take. It is a pity you * did not resort to it long ago. * .\ man who brings children into * the world is legally responsibli * for them. If he will not support * tliem through love for Ihcm, he a gun n his hand. I got one in mine, now." Webb's right hand held a gun. The gun covered the boss of the Scissor-Bill Pool. "fut 'er away," said Webb, "or else use it." Slowly, with a fumbling move- ment, Joe Blake put away his gun. He grinned drunkenly and held out his bottle to Webb. "Drink, neighbor?" "No!" Webb's voice was taut. "Too damn proud, niebby?" "1 reckon that's about it, Blake. When I drink, it's with friends, savvy?" "I savvy." Joe Blake seemed to sober suddenly. His voice lost its blurred thickness and there in the uncertain light, his eyes were two red slits. "Keep on rememberin', Blake." "I ain't the forgettin' kind. Win- ters." "So I figgered." The two men stood there in the shadowed yellow light thrown on the plank walk by a saloon window. Webb slowly put his six-shooter back in the waistband of his trousers. "Want it, Blake?" he said' quietly. "Want that slug in your belly?" "What you dirvin' at?" growled Joe Blake. Webb grinned a little. "The leaves has been rustlin' a little, mister. Just a little. Just enough to give me the kind of news that I wanted. Blake, I'm not goin' to kill you here and now, because you're drunk. Go sober up, then get ready because I'm comin' after you and Ab Abbot. Tell that to Abbot when you find him." "What's the idea of talkin' that- away. Winters?'' "Just a notion. Take the news lo Ah Abbot that I'm killin' him on sight. The same goes for you. I got a notion who killed Ed Young and Bob Anderson. Do you under- stand what I mean, you tnurdcrin' skunk? Savvy, you low-down, double-crossin' snake? Am I makin' myself plain, yon yellow-bellied, bushwhackin' coward?" Joe Blake stood there, his face twisted with hate, yet he made no move for his gun. "You're sayin' words that no man kin take, Winters." Joe Blake's voice was choked with anger. "I'm killin' you for what you said." "Fill your hand, then." (Continued next week) t.- :hronicl£s â- ^ must be forced to by law. That * is what our laws are for. * Your husband seems to be * congenitally opposed to any kind * of work. It may be that, fresh * from service, he found teadjust- * ment to civil life a difficult prob- * lem. But he should not have â- * married without realizing the * responsibilities which marriage * involves. These, he has evaded, * in spite of all the encouragement * you gave him and the help he * accepted from others. * I hope the future will prove * brighter for you, and that soon * a way will be found for you to * have both children with you. •* Once free of anxiety, you will * find yourself a job, and help make * this come true. • • â-  » A man who will not support his family must be made to. When his wife cannot move him, the law will try. Anne Hirst is here to hdp you through any trouble. Write her at Box 1, 123 Eighteenth St New Toronto. 'gpNDAYSCHOOL LESSON Jacob, A Man of Striking Contrasts Gen. 35:1-7, 9-12 Golden Text:â€" Behold, 1 am with thee, and will keep thee in all places whither thou goest. â€" Gen. 28:15a. The word "Jacob" means "heel- grasper." It was applied to the subject of this lesson because of an incident at birth. It was a very apt choice, for the name signified his character. Once and again he plotted to supplant his twin bro- ther. He bought the birthright for a mess of pottage when Esau came in from the hunt, ravenously hun- gry. Then, aided by his mother, he deceived his aged father and se- cured the patriarchal blessing. Jacob was a supplantcr. There are two high points in Ja- cob's spiritual development. These were at Bethel and Penieh He was at Bethel fleeing from home be- cause liis enraged brother planned to slay him. Years later at Peniel, he met with God before facing this brother at the head of four hundred armed men. Bethel means "house of God". When he awakened after his dream of the ladder to heaven with the angels ascending and descending on it and heard a mes- sage from the Lord who stood above it, he exclaimed, " Surely this is none other but the house of God, and this is the gate of heaven." At Peniel, Jacob, having sent his possessions and his family across the brook, wrestled alone with God. His thigh was put out of joint. Then he confessed his nature. He received a new name and a new nature. "Thy name shall be called no more Jacob, but Israel (Prince of God), for as a prince thou hast power with God and with men, and hast prevailed. He called the name of the place, Peniel (face of God); for, said he, "1 have seen God face to face, and my life is preserved," "Whatsoever a man soweth that shall he also reap." As Jacob de- ceived his father, covering his arms and chest with kidskin, so years later he was deceived by his sons. They killed a kid, too. In its blood they dipped Joseph's beau- tiful coat and proceeded to deceive their father. Jacob's spirit struck a new low when, years later, he la- mented, "Joseph is not, and Simeon is not, and ye will take Benjamin away: all these things are against me." But the darkest hour is just before the dawn. Soon he would see Joseph and he and his family would be bountifully cared for dur- ing the famine. Jacob is an intri- gtiing character. ^ingerD •^ GwctvdoUtve P Cla-rWe Summer came to Ontario last week . . . and it stayed for nearly four whole days. So what? Well, we took off the storm windows and I spent one whole precious day painting screens and getting them on. We drew down blinds against the sun; we opened windows to windward and we brought the elec- tric fan out of hiding. Then as we were expecting three of our folks home for the weekend I went shop- ping with hot weather menus in mind â€" fruits, jellies, and drinks, and the makings for Vcirious salads. Then with the capriciousness for which our Canadian climate must surely be getting famous the wea- ther changed again. We needed- soups more than salads; hot drinks rather than the iced variety. We shut up the doors and some of the windows and in the evening we bad a fire in the kitchen and a bit in the furnace too. However, maybe the cooler wea- ther was responsible for my hav- ing a job done for me which per- haps wouldn't eveirhave been start- ed had the weather remained hot Anyway, four energetic young people got busy with pails and rags, and washed all the muresco off the ceiling of the room that is next in line for being attacked with roller and water-paint So now, to my way of thinking, the worst part of the job is done. * * * Sunday afternoon we had a very interesting and enjoyable experi- ence. We had heard that up country, not so very ma'ny miles from here, there were beavers at work and we thought a real beaver dam might be worth investigating â€" the Exhi- bition variety being the only ones most of us had seen. We drove along a very narrow country road â€" so narrow that two cars could pass only by having their two off-side wheels off the road â€" and was I glad it was Bob who was driving! To get to the dam we had to walk about half a mile through the bush until we came to the stream. In one place we didn't need anyone to tell us beavers had been at work. Several tall silver birch, about 6 inches in diameter, lay across the stream, and had been cut down by these mar- vellous little animals. Quite evi- dently a new dam was in the mak- ing. Knowing there was more than that to see we continued on our way, pushing through underbrush, stumbling over the rocks and stones, and trying to evade the marshy hogholcs that were every- where. Then in a bit of a clearing there was the dam! We had heard it was about fifty or sixty feet wide but it looked to us to be nearer a hundred and it was holding back a tremendous amount of wa- ter. In fact, although we had not seen it, others whom we met told us that quite a stretch of road, further up the line, was flooded on account of the water the dam was holding back. I suppose, like other folk, I had heard of beaver dams and knew pretty well what to expect but actually seeing it is something else again. As far as we could figure it out each dam is started by the beavers felling trees in such a way that they fall horizontally across the creek or stream a few feet apart. Then they build their dam by filling in between the trees with brush, small trees, stones, grasses and weeds, bound together with mud. Naturally as the body of water increases they build higher and higher. The mud, so I am told, is put on with their feet and smoothed down with the tail, which closely resembles a trowel! The beavers live on roots, bark and water plants and they always coa> gregate in families. Their work â- â€¢ done at night â€" which accounts for the fact that we did not see any beavers, although with this remark- able evidence confronting us wc certainly had little doubt of their existence. When we were finally ready to leave the dam we found ourselves face to face with several head of young cattle coming down for a drink, so we decided to fol- low the cowpath as a way out of the bush â€" and it was a far quicker and easier way to travel than the way we had chosen to come in. Back in the car we thought we would go on up the road if it wasn't too badly flooded. We watched other cars come through without any mishap so Bob figured the June Bug could take it too. And she did â€" with the water up to her axles. Well, having seen the dam, I, for one, wanted more particulars, so this morning I began making inquiries. I learned that in August, 1949, the local Sportsman's Clul» managed to procure two beavers, one of each sex, which they placed in the bush. The Department of Lands and Forests also contri- buted two and thp four beavers were then left to their own devices. Since they propagate fairly rapidly, and always live in families, it is surely safe to assunae that their number has doubled. With soil and water conservatioa such a vital problem it would seem that the industrious beaver could be used more often than it is. Perhaps this project could be du- phcated in other counties. Our feet are a precious gift â€" 52 bones, 214 ligaments â€" more com- plicated, more delicate than ma- chinery. With a little care, our feet will give perfect, painless service. Without care, they'll lead to loss of time and earning power. 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