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BREWSTER HERALD Friday, June 24, 1932 SYNOPSIS D Drawn by the desert signal of distress, Wfl- m Mann, youn4r Arizona ranchman, nda sum old  Jim Yerby, with a broken leg. Julin Stark, daughter of Matthew Stark, In- veterate enemy of the McCanns, signaled and b  first aid. Takins a note from Julia to her father, Wilson is fired on by Jas- IMW, Julia's brother. Stark, Sr., upressee dis- of W/Ison'e at.ount of the shooting. On t way from Yerb's place to her homo, Julia barns her companion'e identity and dismiss klm in azer, the old feud rankl/n. Ann GU- gwd, shNp trencher, and on that account un- lmPular with the cattlem, turns dawn Wil- Ion's offer d help. CHAPTER II--Continued --3---- His glance picked up tile figure of a young girl In the doorway, a soft round little person wit dimpled cheeks in and out of which the pink could pour at the least excuse. The maouth $'as chlldislfly sweet, the halr abundan and fluffy. Men instinctively grew tender and protective when they looked at shy-eyed Ethel Glfford. Again McCann bowed, this time t'o the girl in the doorway. Ann faced him, Inflexibly hostile. She did not speak. "Well, so long:" Jim-Dandy felt the rein eta his neck and turned toward the trail. From the ridge above McCann looked down ,on e low buildings of the sheep ranca. Ethel was still standing where he had last seen her. She seemed to him a lonely and pathetic figure robbed of the Joys of youth. Yerby was inclined to be querulous. "Doe's been worryin' for fear you . wouldn't come, boy. What's been keepin''ou ?" "Had to fix a fence. Pedro bring my roll an' some grub last night?" "Sure did. Well, son, now you're here make yorese'f to home." Wilson turned Jim-Dandy into the corral. He saddled Doctor Sanders' ]horse and brought It to the door. "Yore hess Is served, Dec," McCann called in. "Course I don't aim to drag you away from any hammered-down li'l runt you may have for a patient. Take yore time. He can't more'n talk an arm off you." The old-timer snorted. "Ever see the beat of them kids, Dec? They don't kqow sic' 'era, an' they don't want to learn from them that does knOW." Doctor Sanders laughed. He knew Yerby enjoyed rough repartee "You act like a pair of kids, if you ask me. Don't forget to give Jim one of these powders every four hours, Wils." He added his "So long" and bustled out to the horse. Before he left, McCann offered a sug- gestion. He did not quite know the spring of the impulse that impelled it. "Wlsht you wouldn't say anything about that gunplay at Tincup pass, Dec. No use startin' trouble be- fore It has to come." Sanders assented. McCann's eyes followed hlm as he dipped into the arroyo that would bring him to the mesa upon which was the sheep ranch. The young man smiled ruefully. He was thinking about the Gifford sisters. It seemed to him that their lives were involved in tragedy. Why should fhey be parialm, outcast from the so- ciety of those living near? What had they done to deserve it? That they ras sheep was an unfortunate incident and had nothing to do with what they were. No wonder Ann had become em- bittered at the destiny that pressed uon them. Nor a had vanished, the bloom brushed from her life, If the dsrk rumors he heard were true. But' his thoughts dwelt on Ethel, so unfit to cope with the harshness of tills dry and cruel land. CHAPTER III Wils McCann Uses His Quirt On the porch in front of Basford's emporium, which was also tile post office, Mesa and the adjoining count'y met to discuss the news and formulate views. Today conversation was engrossing but guarded. For the feud between the Starks and the McCanns had broken out again. During the night a cabin far from the main ranch house of the Flying VY, had been raided and burned by  armed horsemen. Two punchers had been sleeping there and in trying to escape through the win- dow one had been wounded, lie had slipped away into tile chaparral and bidden. After daybreak his companion had brought help from the Flying VY and carried him to the ranch. Peter McCann, two of his sons, and his foreman, Wes TapscotL were in town. They had come In force, so the story ran, to find out what the sheriff Intended to do about It. Curt Qulnn, to two safe frlends con- dentlally summed up publlc opinion. "Old man McCann ain't expectiu' Hank to :lo anything. I don't rkon Hank got elect'ed sheriff to pick a row Wits the Starks. He won't look oneet at the Circle Cross ranch, an' I don't blame him. Nor old Pet'e won't blame him either. He come t'o the law to make the proper bluff, but he'd be plumb disappointed If it interfered in his own little private feud. Tile Mc- Canns will play out the hand their own selves." Tile town looked with respect' and awe upon the four lean brown men who dismounted at the sheriff's office. All of them carried rifles as well as side arms. Peter, hard-eyed and Imperious, a fighter from his youth, asked no odds of any man. If he was a leader it was not hy chance, but hy reason of the dominant force in him. Itawk- nosed and shaggy-brewed, tile chief of the McCanns bore In his face the look of heady and ungovernable tem- per. One glance at the three was enough to show from whom his lithe and keen-eyed sons had inherited. "Chips of the ohl block, Wils an' Lyn are----el)out as tough propositions to bump into as a fellow's liable to meet," Simp Shell commented as he watched the four riders leave the sheriff's office. He was a middle-aged man with no business except every- body's huslness. "Except the old man. lie's got a leetle the edge of the boys yet. When he gets on the hook I ce'tainly want to be lookln' for a tree to climb." "How about excepUn' Matt Stark an' them Texans, Stone an' Gltner?" Bas- ford murmured Significantly. "They's no pilgrims," admitted Slmp. The quartette of riders swung from the saddles and grounded the reins. Peter McCann nodded grimly to those on the porch and walked into the store. Tapscott followed hlm. The others stayed to exchange a word with Qulnn and Shell. Lyn sat on his heels and from his hip pocket drew the "makings." There was nodng to show he was not at perfect ease with the world--except the long rifle he had Just propped against the wall. He was a good-look. Ing lad, Just turned tventy, slender and graceful as one of Praxiteles' models. The talk drifted. Then from out of the st'ore came Peter McCann with a square of wrapping paper, .a hammer, and some tacks. To the wall he nailed the coarse paper. Those on the porch watched him silently and read the no- tice roughly printed there. $1000 REWARD l'or Information Identifying' All or any of the Night Riders who Shot Joe Walters at fhe Cass Cabin Will be paid by PETER McCANN. This called for comment. After a long moment of waiting Quinn spoke. "How is Joe?" "He'll make It, Dec says." "Good. He's one tough customer, .Toe is. I klnda figured he'd fool 'era. Nell was allowin' to ride over today on' see If they was anything she could do." "Not' a thing, Curt. But tell her much obliged." That was all. McCann's spurs Jim Kled down the steps. HIs sons and hls foreman followed. They swung into their saddles and rode away. "Short an' sudden," commented Slmp. "The old man don't orate much, but his actions talk mighty loud. I nolce he ain't offerln' no reward for the arrest an' conviction of them night riders. NQt none. He aims to do all tile arrestln' that's needed an' he don't reckon any convlctin' will be required." Qulnn nodded. He was of the same opinion. McCann would go hts own way, regardless of the law. If anyone protested he could point out how he had first appealed re it for protection. But there would be a grim ironic light In his eyes when he mentioned the fact. The McCanns had not been out of Mesa ten minutes when another group of horsemen were seen approaching by the Tlncup Pass road in a cloud of dust. They drew up in front of the Gilt Edge saloon. Jasper Stark straddled into the gambling house, his brother Phil and Carl Gltner at' his heels. Stone stood on tile porch and looked round leisure- ly in his cool measured way before he passed through the door into the Gilt Edge. Killer he might be, but he was an individual first. He did not follow at any man's beck. "Come an' wash the dust outa yore throat, Dave," invited Jasper, in no subdued voice. "It's on me today. Bet yore boots." Stone's cold blue eyes looked at Jas- :per with no warmth in them. As a boy the Texan had ridden with Mosby in his border raids. There were ru- mors that at one time he had been one of Quant'rell's guerillas. The habit of his life was to consort with danger. It seemed to him child's pla. and worse, an IndieaUon of arrant weak- ness, to wear such a manner of ex- uberant triumph as Jasper Stark dis. olsyed. What had they done but drive o two fright'ened cowpunchers Into the chaparral, wound one, and fire an empty cabin? If the faction with which he was allied called thls a vic- tory there would surely be trouble ahead. The McCanns were fighters. % wouldn't choose to drink," he said. "Different here," retorted Jasper. "Set' 'era up, Hans. The lid's off to- day." The older of the Stark brothers was large and muscular, but he carried himself slouchily. His physical strength was not convincing because it had back of it no mental or moral force. The younger man was of a different type. Phil was only eighteen, but he had been brought np in t be school of the frontier which has no vacations. Stone Judged thai: he would go through when the call came. The Gilt Edge was the usual resort of the Stark faction as the Legal Ten- der was of the other side. Hans now gave information to Jasper as he set out glasses and bottles. "The McCanns wass in town today already yet." Jasper stopped, glass poised. "How many of 'era?" "Four. Old Peter, Tapscott, andt two of the boys." "Hmp! What they doln' here?" Hans shrugged Ills shoulders and llfl'ed the palms of his hands. He had told all he knew. "Got out, eh? Musta known we were headln' this way," Jasper boasted. Stone laughed, softly, ironically. "Where do you get that line of talk, Jas? Ever hear of old Pete Mc- Cann glvin' the middle of the road to anybody? He's there both ways from the ace, if you ask me." "We'll show him how much he' s there before we're through." t "YesT' drawled the Texan, lazily and insolently. "I'll tell him so, right off the reel. him or any of his outfit soon as 1 meet up wlth 'era," the young man bragged. He was Irritated at Stone. Was the gunman on the Stark side of the feud? He was taking old Matt's money. Well then, wily did he talk like that'? "Better tell 'era kinds low, so's they don't hear, Jas. A few of 'era are curly wolves. Leastways they've got that rep." "Yoil scared of 'em, Dave?" Jasper was alarmed at his own ques- tion. His eyes fell before (he chill steady regard of the little man. After a moment the Texan spoke. His words lessened the tension. "I reckon my six-gun will have to talk for me when the times comes, Jas." After some t'lme of .rapid refresh- ment at the bar the Circle Cross riders moved out again t'o the main street of the little town. Stone had already de- parted temporarily to buy a shirt. Glt- ner and Phil Stark had business at the blacksmith shop. Jasper strolled across to Basford's for the mall. In- side, he caught a glimpse of the little Texan at the dry goods counter. Public opinion, represented by Qnlnn, Shell, and others, still sat on the porch and awaited developments. It watched Jasper Stark now to see what he would do about the placard on the wall. It had watched Stone, too. The Texan had read It with an expression- less face and offered no comment. Jasper swelled, evidently steaming up to blow off. He could not resist taking the center of the stage. In the safe middle states he might have been a ward boss. Unfortunately for him leership in the Southwest demanded, first of all, gameness. He was al- ways trying to fill a place he llad not the stark courage to hold. "HmpI Wants Information, does he? An' he'll pay a thousand dollars. What's le aim to do with his lnforma. tion when he gets it'?" Jasper's voice was heavy, his man- ner abusive as he turned to Quinn. The cattleman did not look at him. The Totured Man Howled In Agony and Begged Shamelessly for Marcy. His expressionless eyes were on a cloud of dust far down the road ribbon. A rider was cantering toward Mesa. "Why, he didn't tell me, Jas. Yore guess is as good as mine," Qulnu an- swered evenly. Jasper was "wlldlng up." as Slmp Shell expressed it later. He was full of bad whisky and a sense of his own importance, tie strutted, moving up and down the porch as he boasted. "Don'f amount to a hill of henna, this don't." The drink-excited man snaPled his fingers Contemptuously at the poster. "Say he knew. What then? What then?" His hack wastoward the man com. lng down tlm road. If he had been observant he mYht have seen an odd change in the gray eyes of Quinn, a flicker of subdued and wary exclt'. meal "I'11 show Peter McCann where he gets off," Stark went: on, vanity over- riding caution. "I'll sure learn that hombre not to run on the rope." He took two swift strides forward and with one sweeping gesture ripped the reward placard from the wall. Tear- Ing the paper into fragments, he flung them down and ground them under his heel. At the same instant a rider pulled up in front of the store and swung from the saddle. Stark turned, the anger he had worked up burning in him. On tile lower step a man was stand- ing, his quirt dangling by the loop from his wrist. Under his ribs the heart of Jasper Stark died within him. For the man looking at him was Wilson McCann. He had a feeling as though the ground were falling from his feet, a shocked certainty that he had been delivered into the hand of his enemy. His arm .made a mot,on toward the revolver at Ills side, a hesitant and indefinite ges- ture. "Don't youI" warned McCann. Stark dropped his hand. In his eyes was the look of the trapped rat'. His brother and Gitner were nearly half a mile away, but Stone was here, not twenty yards from him. Tile Texan would pump lad into McCann if he got gay. With the thought came a re- surgence of courage. He had nothing to fear. His voice was loud, to attract tile at- tention of his cmnpanlon. "You'll pull yore freight, Wils McCann, if you know what's good for you. Get me. l'oco tiempo." McCann came up the steps toward him, evenly and without haste. There was that in his face at which Jasper took alarm. "Keep back. Itear me? Keep back, or I'll--" Jasper retreated to the door, his voice rising t'o a shriek. "Don't you dass lay a hand on me." Ills enemy plucked him from tlle shelter of the store as though he had heen a child. The quirt in the hand of McCann rose and fell, rose and fell again. Jasper cursed, threatened, wept. He called to Stone for help, tried to break away from that Iron grip and escape, did all he could to save himself except stand up and fight. Tile swinging lash burned like a rope of fire. The tortured man howled in agony and begged hamelessly for mercy. He flung himself to the floor and McCann released him. The man with the quirt was pantlng from his exer- tions. He looked down scornfully at the quivering mass of wheals at' his feet. "You'll learn to---let my father's placards alone. Understand? An' not to shoot at' me from the brush, you d----d Jayhawker." McCann looked up. From the win- dows, from the door,.from both sides of him the eyes of.silent men were focussed upon him and Stark. Against the Jamb of the door Stone was lean. lag, muscles at Indolent ease, only his cold eyes warily Intent: At the first glance MeCann knew that the Texan had elected not to take up Jasper's quarrel. .To Medford, the store clerk, Wilson spoke. "Father forgot the mall. Left it in the store. Get it for me." Presently the clerk appeared with a package of letters and newspapers. "Much obliged." Tile Flying VY man turned. Jim- Dandy was standing near tlm porch, parallel to if. With one quick leap McCann was in the saddle. His feet found the stlrrups and the pony went pounding down the road at a gallop. Presently Simp eased himself out of his chair and waddled across to the braggart huddled on the floor. "Better get up, Jas. He's gone," Slmp said. He lent a hand to get the other to his feet. Jasper looked round, furtive- eyed, and knew he had been weighed and found wanting. "If I hadn't slipped--," he began, and stopped. His breath was still ragged with dry sobs. "He took ad- vantage-with Ills quirt." "Yes. You only had a gun," Stone answered contemptuously. "A gun an' yore fists." "Tell you he took advantage. I slipped," whined Jasper "You sure done so when you picked on this Wtls McCann to raise a rookus with," Stone agreed, Jasper limped painfully into the store and sank down Into a chair. "I'm sick," he whimpered. Medford brought him water. After a time he was helped to the hotel. He was not able to ride home and in any event he had not "the nerve to face Matt Stark wllh even a doctored story of his humiliation. The old man would be in a blaze of fury at him. Matthew Stark was game tb the mar- row and inordinately proud. That a Stark should show the white feather to a McCann, that he should be whipped like a peon without offering fight, filled him with a bitter despair he could not endure. If Jasper had gone to his death with guns blazing he would have sorrowed for him and been proud of him. But this degradation was unspeakably horrible to him. He ordered Phil to .saddle his horse and rode to town shine. He craved action drastic and swift. First, a set. tlement' with the weakling who had dis- honored him, then battle with his ene- mies to revenge hlm.elf upon them. He would, have Wilson McCann's blood. Xothln less would satisfy him. The old man strode through the hall of the Me.a house and Into the room that served as an office. "What room ts Jas in?" he demand- ed of the proprietor. "Wily, he's in the front room up- talrs. Mr. Stark. Doe Sanders has been Iookln' aft'er him." Stark was already taking the stairs. The man lying on the bed heard a heavy tread. The do,r burst aden and his father stood before him, the fires of eruptive wrath blazing in his eyes. Jasper knew his day of Judgment had come. Matt Stark stood, feet well apart, leathery Jaw clamped tight, and looked at' his unworthy son. "Well?" he asked harshly at last. "I slipped. He got me down," Jas- per whined. "Don't lie to me. I've seen Stone." "I was kinda dazed. He hit me first off with the loaded end of his quirt an' I didn't know what I was doing. He 'most killed me." "I wish he had," the father retorted bitterly. "If anyone had told me I'd raise a coward for a son--" He broke off, to deny his own claim. "But: I knew it. I've known it for years, only I wouldn't let myself believe it. You were always a puling quitter. No sand In yore craw. Never was. The first Stark I ever knew without guts. I'd Within the Hour Printed Posters Had Been Tacked Up in Each of the Saloons, on the Wall of the Post Office. rather you'd dted--a hundred times rather. But I'm through with you. No son of mine can stand up an' take a thrashin' without flghtln' like a wild- cat." "I was sick anyhow, an' I wasn't no- tlcin' when he knocked me klnda sense- less," Jasper whimpered. "You're lying. An' what If he did? Pack a gun, don't you?" After he'd taken the hide off, you still had yorq forty-five, didn't you? Think Phi| would have let him get away wlth It an' not pumped lead? Not for a min- ute. But youyou're gunshy. All you can do Is drink an' brag. Why, you flabby weakling, they'll laugh at me all over the county. The McCanns '11 never quite grinnln' about it. By G--d, I couldn't a-believed it--even about you. "I'm through with youabsolutely. Right now I'm going over to Fletch- er's office to cfiange my will. You don't get a cent--not a cent. An' you get out of Arizona. I'll give you a week to settle yore affairs. You'll pull yore freight an' change yore name. From now on you're no Si:ark. Under- stand ?" "I've got to sell my stock," Jasper said sulkily. Already he was sketch- Ing a campaign to mitigate the old man's wrath. Julia was his favorite. She could do anything with him. He would have her talk to her father and get him to be reasonable. "I'll buy it. Name yore price. See Fletcher about it. I don't want any dealings with you myself. Don't you ever cross my track or I'll make you think this Wlls McCann was only play- in' at quirting you." Matthew Stark left the room and the hotel. He walked down the street to Fletcher's office and found tile lawyer was at Phoenix and would not' be back for several days. The owner of the Circle Cross hesitated. He was half of a mind to go to Tucson and have a new will made at once. Any kind of delay annoyed him. But he had rea- sons for not wanting to leave the val- ley Just' now. The new will would have to wait till Fletcher returned. Across tile street he could see the editor of the Mesa Round-Up sitting at hls desk. Stark strode across through the dust and entered the little frame bulllng. He brushed aside the greet- ings of the newspaper man and or- dered hrusquely what he wanted. Within the hour printed posters had been tacked up in each of the saloons, on the wall of the post office inside and out, on the door of the false-front town hall and at a dozen other conspicuous place. They bore this simple legend in blackface type. This Is To Serve NOTICE That I wlll kill Wilson McCann on sight. MATTHEW STARK This attended to, Stark mounted and rode out of town. From his fa- vorite chair on the porch of Basford's store Slmp Shell watched him go, a grim and menacing figure of wrath. To Basford and another crony Slmp offered the opinion that hell was liable to pop mighty soon. It was agreed that Matthew Stark and eit'her Wilson or Peter McCann would clash at their first meeting and that from It one or hoth would be carried away dead or mortally wounded. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Monkeys Gather Coconute Monkeys are being t.aught in parts of the East Indies to gather coconuts Proprietors of coconut plantations sa that the four-legged helpers are mor industrious than native workers an4 gather nearly twice as many as a pro fe.h)nal gtherer. THEN HE HEARD Doctor Nobbs rubbed his hands pro- fesslonally. "There you are, slr," lm said to his , patient: "My bill for improving your' hearing comes to $25." The patient shook his lined. "Did you speak, doctor?" he said. "If so, I didn't hear a word of what you said." "H'm," sniffed the medical man, "perhaps I'd better make It $10." "That's better, doctor," sald the pa- tient readily enough. "That's about. rlght." GETTING WISE TO GAME Mrs. Jones--Is my husband improv- ing In golf? Caddy--Well, I should say so. When he started, he used to say "Oh gosh" when he missed, now he can cuss lik a man. Keen Reasoning "Do you know anything about Mars?'* asked the professor of a student. "Yes," was the reply. "It Is inhab- ited by a race of highly industrlou people." "Indeed? And may I ask you why you think so." "Because otherwise it would be ira- possible for them to build canals a fast as some of our astronomers dis- cover them l" Showing His Qualitle Boss--I'm going to promote you t be office manager. Jones--Thank you, slrthis is quite unexpected. Boss--I have been watching your work closely. You have been marrle only a month and you have already been out wlth five of our stenograph- ers. You seem to have the quallflcao tlons for a manager. Might Not Fel the Same "Our romance began In a most re- mantle way. My wife saved me from drowning. She's a magnificent swim- mer, you know." "I notice ,you don't go out very far UOW." "No. I don;t know if she would save me again." To Clean It, of Cour.e "Mummy, why does It rain?" "To make things grow. To give us pples, pea'rs, corn, flowers---" "Then why does It rain on the pave- ment ?"--Schwelzer Illustrierte. FAMILY TREE "Of course you believe In evolu tlon ?" "Yes; my own recollectlons of early days in the West remind me that many a 9O horsepower ear can trace its financial ancestry back to a 'prairie schooner.'" Tired of Dry Period Patient--Doe, you remember two months ago you advised me to be care- ful and not to get wet. Doctdr--That's right. How do you feel now? Patient--Pretty uncomfortable---and l want to know if I can take a bath. Now ! "The necklace is supposed to be very unlucky. The last three women who owned it committed suicide." "How Interesting. Your husband bought It for you, l sunpose?" Aplealing to Popular Taste "Yes, '' sald the publisher, "our splendid, dignified magazine had to suspend." "What was the troble?" "Too much moralizing and not enough demoralizing." Dropped Vowels "Have you noticed how AsMon drops his aspirates?" "It's nothing to the way he drops Ills vowels. I've got more than a do- en of his l 0 U'sl"