anaheim-gazette 1931-04-09

TIGER EYE---A Thrilling Story of the Cattle Rancher By B. M. BOWER Second Installment The kid's name was Bob Reeves, but back home on the Brazos they called him Tiger Eye, because one eye was yellow—the eye with which he sighted down a gun-barrel. His father was "Killer" Reeves, but the boy did not want to kill. If he stayed home he would have to carry on his father's feuds, so he headed his horse, Pecos, northward and encountered Nate Wheeler, who drew his .45 and fired just as Tiger Eye did. The Kid didn't want to kill Nate, only to cripple him, but his aim must have been wild, for Wheeler dropped from his horse. Babe Garmer came riding up. Wheeler was a "nester," he said, and had it coming to him. Tiger Eye rode to Wheeler's cabin to notify the dead man's widow. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY: "No'm, yo'all bettah stay right heah. I'll go tote him in, Mis' Wheelah. I'll tote him on his hawse." The mother stood upon the step and watched him go, her hand shielding her eyes from the last direct sunrays. Her face was white and her mouth was grim. He knew there was murder in her heart; not for him who brought the message—for the man who had shot her husband. A bleak sense of being somehow tricked by circumstance swept over the kid. It wasn't fair. He wasn't a killer, he hadn't wanted to kill, but a man lay dead because of the kid's bungling shot. Shoah funny, Babe Garner being right there close where he could see and hear the whole thing. Never needed any explaining—just took it for granted the kid only did what he had to do. Never said a word, either, about that poor shooting. Getting Wheeler on the pinto, tying about a grave? Plump foolish to start digging, unless he knew where to dig. She ought to have the say about that, but he hated to ask her. Riders coming. Poole men, maybe, after Nate Wheeler. They oughtn't to bother the wildow now, the way she was feeling. The kid started running. He reached the cabin door and opened it while the riders were still at the gate. "Men a-comin' heah, Ma'am. If yo'all don't want 'em—" "Oh, let em come," she answered wearily. "They cant do any more damage. They've got Nate—they ought to be satisfied with that." She got up and crossed the room, and presently the kid saw her face, dead white in the flare of a match she was drawing across the lamp wick. The riders stopped outside the cabin and some one whistled a call—but it was not the night-bird call Babe Garner had taught the kid. Different. This was the first strain of that old war song. "When Johnny Comes Marching Home." The kid's lips puckered thoughtfully and he repeated the strain, standing just inside the closed doors. Friends, they must be; that is, friends of the Wheelers. He wouldn't have to dig that grave, after all. The kid was glad, if he hated grave digging. He opened the door and the men came in; four of them, one after the other. Shaggy, farmer-looking men, with stubby cheeks that, stuck out on one side with great cuds of tobacco. The kid felt a vague distaste for them. They halted at sight of him, hudding just within the room instead of scattering. But the kid's hat was off, and though it dangled from his left hand he looked at home there, somehow. Besides, they had got their sigil right. The leader relaxed, dropping his hand to his side. "We come to tell Nate there's a would fight—Pete Gorham Now he would go carman of his life. Shoah was a and tempting too, with his ing up like a field mouse black hat. Shoah made easier than shooting the cards. The kid gave a laugh at the thought of with their round bullet hole. The three went in again one at a time. The kid gave He'd bet Pete Gorham what stayed inside and didn't After awhile they came this time with a latern, one ing ahead as if he were on kid didn't know about it If they went snooping and they looked behind the stair have to shoot somebody take a chance. So he had step at a time, back and they were out beyond the There, within sight of within easy shooting distant kid waited in the gully rite the gate. They drove away house at last, coming him man was driving the team following behind the wagon woman was on the seat Two riders went ahead. Half a mile behind them the little cavalcade. Easy the cluck of the wagon co through the starlight. The ed if they were arrared he their track. Probably no argument with Pete was soonal. One of the men didn remarks any too well. Pete got himself carman way. Continued Next message—for the man who had shot her husband. A bleak sense of being somehow tricked by circumstance swept over the kid. It wasn't fair. He wasn't a killer, he hadn't wanted to kill, but a man lay dead because of the kid's bungling shot. Shoah funny, Babe Garner being right there close where he could see and hear the whole thing. Never needed any explaining—just took it for granted the kid only did what he had to do. Never said a word, either, about that poor shooting. Getting Wheeler on the pinto, tying him on with his own rope—like toting a deer out of the hills along the Brazos. The kid worked calmly enough but he worked fast and he did not look straight at Nate Wheeler's face; not once, Damn shame. Shotting Wheeler's arm down would have done just as well. Better. Damn sight better for the woman and that baby. She was down by the gate, waiting in the duck, when the kid came riding up, leading the pinto with its grisly pack. The little woman unfastened the gate, her fingers clinging to the weathered, strap-worn slick in her husband's hands. She did not speak as the grim burden went through. Just reached out and caught a swaying, inert hand and laid it swiftly against her cheek and let it go. The kid swallowed hard and turned his tiger stare straight ahead, up the trail toward the darkened cabin. "I'll go fix the bed for him," she announced dully, coming up as the kid halted at the doorstep and swung limberly down from the saddle. The kid was unfastening the rope where the last hitch had been taken in the middle of Nate Wheeler's back. The body had sagged to one side, and the kid lifted it by one arm—the gun arm, the one he meant to "shoot down." The arm gave simply in his grasp, the bone shattered above the elbow; and the kid froze to an amazed immobility for ten seconds, his mind blank, his fingers groping and testing. Arm shoah was plugged, all right. Not a doubt in the world about that. Funny the kid hadn't noticed it before. But, then, Wheeler had fallen in that side and his arm had been underneath, and the hole in his head was too plain to miss seeing. It never had occurred to the kid to look at that arm. Hadn't happened to get hold of it when he loaded him on the pinto, either. Hell, he hadn't missed, after all! Hit the arm right where he aimed, up above the elbow where there was only one bone to bust and no great harm done. Few weeks in a sling, arm good as ever. The kid felt the little heat waves streaking up his spine at the woman's voice from the doorway, and the heat warmed and dissipated that cold lump he had been carrying in his chest. He hadn't bungled that shot, after all. Wheeler must have ducked his head right in line with the bullet. It was opened the door and the men came in; four of them, one after the other. Shaggy, farmer-looking men, with stubby cheeks that, stuck out on one side with great cuds of tobacco. The kid felt a vague distaste for them. They halted at sight of him, hudling just within the room instead of scattering. But the kid's hat was off, and though it dangled from his left hand he looked at home there, somehow. Besides, they had got their sign all right. The leader relaxed, dropping his hand to his side. "We come to tell Nate there's a meetin' over to Hans Becker's place and we'd like to have him go along." He cast another suspicious glance toward the kid and checked what more he would have said. "You better get ready and go too. The women are talkin' about stayin' all together over there, where it's a big house and plenty of room, till we git the Poole—" He stapped again. "This boy workin' for you?" he asked brusquely. "He's—been helping me—" "Oh. I don't call him to mind. Yuh want to look out for strangers. Where's Nate?" The little woman lifted her hand from patting the baby, and pointed one finger to the corner where stood the bed. "Sick?" A headacke was his answer, and the kid did not move. "No time to go in a toot, with the Poole—" "They got him." Nate's wife spoke in that dull, level tone which the kid hated to hear. "Shot him on the road somewhere. The boy found him and brought him home." The kid stood aside for them, as rushed to the bed to look at Nate, but no one paid any attention to him. Not then. The tall man brought the lamp and they examined the body thoroughly. They muttered together, but the kid could not hear what they said, because he stayed back near the foot of the bed. Near the door too. No use letting them block the way out, even if they did think he was working for the Wheelers. There was a sudden and significant pause. The tall man leaned over and probed carefully with a finger, then stood up and spat over his shoulder into the shadows. He looked past his companions, fixing his unpleasant gaze on the kid. "You over there, what's yore name?" "Bob Reeves," said the kid. "Reeves—don't know that name. Where you from?" "Brazos." The kid did not lift his eyes—much. But he got a pretty comprehensive view through his lashes. "He brought Nate home to me. And he did the chores." The little woman in the rocking chair, holding the sleep-slackened form of her baby in her arms, stopped rocking and turned her anguished eyes upon the tail man. "He's been awful nice and accommodating, Pete Gorham." Continued Next Week Hints for the Wheelers By NANCY HAN To make mushroom sauce wash a pound of fresh milk separate the caps from the stems, and cut into pieces in 2 tablespoons of butter pan five to ten minutes heat. Season and serve Canned mushrooms may be served different kinds of breadfast. The same kind of ingest becomes monotonous cereal sufficiently trained to eat it without sugar. A simple scorch stain removed by moistening the water and placing in the serious cases on white cotton hydrogen peroxide may be way: molsten a white cotton it, place over the stain, cover cloth, and iron with a medica Do not allow the iron to contact with the fabric after it has used over it. The iron may stain on the garment if exercised. In making chicken salad chicken stand several French dressing. This is a mating" it. If you like most of the chicken flavor fat instead of oil for this give it a suggestion of one soaking a few slices of ove vinegar before mixing Use equal parts of chicken egar. Part of the acid lemon juice if you prefer. Veal and Ham Shake Slice any small piece ham you may have half to three-quarters of also grate four tablespoon crumbs and rinse off half Mix with these a teaspoon chopped parsley, a little salt, and a pinch of nutmeat Bind with one egg, and a little gravity or extract mould and cover it with breadcrumbs; press the mould bake in a moderate oven quarters of an hour, or little longer time. Serves it when he loaded him on the pinto, either, Hell, he hadn't missed, after all! Hit the arm right where he aimed, up above the elbow where there was only one bone to bust and no great harm done. Few weeks in a sling, arm good as ever. The kid felt the little heat waves streaking up his spine at the woman's voice from the doorway, and the heat warmed and dissipated that cold lump he had been carrying in his chest. He hadn't bungled that shot, after all. Wheeler must have ducked his head right in line with the bullet. It was an accident—and that made a difference; a very great difference to the kid, justly proud of his skill. He lifted Wheeler's body from the pinto to his own back, carried it in and laid it on the bed. The wife now stood staring down at him with the hot, dry eyes of hate. Hate for the man who had killed her husband. She stooped now and picked up the baby and set him astride one bony hip and wiped his nose and cheeks with a corner of her apron. Red-headed little like, that baby. Red-headed like his pappy. It pointed now to Wheeler and said, "Daddy go bye?" twice, waving its chubby arm toward the bed. That did something to the woman, kinda. She grabbed the baby's arm down and turned away quick, and sat moaning and rocking, the baby's face pressed so close against her shoulder that its little stubby nose was flattened down on a rocking chair and started and it kicked like a calf at the branding fire, trying to get loose. "Anything you'll want me to do—milk, or anything like that?" The kid stood by the door with his bullet-scarred hat in his hand, trying to keep the red out of his face. "No—oh, no—oh, feed the pinto—and feed the team—" The little woman still rocked the baby, speaking jerkily like that between her moaning. The kid went out and led Pecos and the pinto down to the stable. Pecos he led behind the stable. Dark, back in there. Pecos snorted a little, but he'd stand, all right. No use having him out in sight—not in a country where the nesters hollered "Draw, you coyote!" and than started popping it right to you, without waiting to see if yo'll were going to draw. The chores were soon done. How "You over there, what's your name? Bob Reeves," said the kid. "Reeves—don't know that name. Where you from?" "Brazos." The kid did not lift his eyes—much. But he got a pretty comprehensive view through his lashes. "He brought Nate home to me. And he did the chores." The little woman in the rocking chair, holding the sleep-slackened form of her baby in her arms, stopped rocking and turned her anguished eyes upon the tall man. "He's been awful nice and accommodating, Pete Gorham." "Accommodatin!!" The tall man snarled the word like an oath. "Probly one of the Poole's new Texas killers they shipped in! Accommodated you, mebby, by killin' Nate. Willin' to take Nate's place, mebby!" The kid lifted his eyes now, though one was squinted shut and the other was the eye of a tiger. They did not see him draw his gun, but the little woman jumped and caught her baby up against her breast at the shattering roar of the kid's shot. "That's to earmark yo'll so white folks'll know and walk wide of a skunk," drawled the kid, has the tall man clapped hand to his head. "And that's for spittin' on the floor," he added, on the echo of another shot. "Scuse me Ma'am—I couldn't stand to see him insult yo'll that-a-way." No one in that room saw the kid make a hurried move, but the door opened, fanned the acrid haze of powder smoke and shut with a bang. Where the kid had stood was empty space. They looked at one another, and they looked at Pete Gorham, with the blood trickling down each side of his neck from bullet holes bored through the gristly tops of his ears that stood out against that black brim of his hat. Once more the kid was running away, but he was not taking any more time than was necessary. He was in the saddle and waiting, peering forth, when he heard the cabin door open, saw a dim shape steal out. Then another, and after a minute one more. Afraid of him, the way they acted. Afraid he would hide outside in the dark and pick them off one at a time as they came out. That's about their notion of what a Texas killer would be like. That was about the way they War-Time Garden Idea Is Revived Nearly Everyone Can Help In the Present War Against Human Suffering HELP FOR UNEMPLOYED Civic Committees Are Urged to Get Busy A nation-wide appeal for home gardens to provide food while money or work is scarce is being made by Dr. Lillian M. Gilbreth, chairman of the Woman's Division of the President's Emergency Committee for Employment, who asks that the agencies which directed the "war gardens" cooperate again at this time. Doctor Gilbreth says "we are now engaged in a war on human suffering within our own borders in which nearly all persons can help." A Garden for $8 or Less Experts of the Department of Agriculture, who are cooperating with the committee in this movement, estimate that seed and fertilizer for a garden to supply vegetables to a family of five to eight persons will not cost more than $8. Such a garden would yield some surplus for storage. The department emphasizes that all farm families should have a good vegetable garden this year and when, reasonably convenient, those living in towns and cities should make them when it is necessary to supplement the income of the family. Purpose of Home Garden The purpose of the home garden is twofold, Doctor Gilbreth points out: It will offer work to the unemployed in many instances; and will also be a source of inexpensive food supply, especially for those persons whose winter outlined in its low cost food guide developed for the committee. According to the bureau, vegetables, particularly the green leafy ones, are especially important for iron, and with the exception of milk, furnish more calcium that any other class of foods. They are also valuable for their vitamin content and bulk. Home-grown vegetables seem to taste bitter than others, perhaps because the family makes special effort to produce them. The longer the planting season is extended, the better balanced the diets are likely to be, the bureau says. Utilize Vacant Lots In order to assist the unemployed in raising vegetable gardens the committee suggests that vacant city lots be utilized and that civic organizations make every effort to help in financing the work. It follows this up with a plan for instruction in the care of such gardens. The Department of Agriculture experts suggest the following group of vegetables for the home garden which can be planted in the following order: peas, potatoes, onion sets, beets, spinach, radishes, lettuce, cabbage, turnips, broccoli, carrots, string beans, tomatoes, peppers, and lima beans. They say, however, not to plant peas and potatoes if space is limited. The department distributes a bulletin, "The City Home Garden," which goes into the problems The cluck of the wagon coming family through the starlight. The kid wonderlil if they were afraid he might be on their track. Probably not. His little argument with Pete was kind of personal. One of the men didn't like Pete's marks any too well. He'd be gladote got himself carmarked that away. Continued Next Week Mints for the Home By NANCY HART To make mushroom sauce for steak, wash a pound of fresh mushrooms, separate the caps from the stems, trim the stems, and cut into pieces. Cook 2 tablespoons of butter in a covered pan five to ten minutes to moderate heat. Season and serve with steak. Annelied mushrooms may be used. Serve different kinds of cereal for breakfast. The same kind every morning becomes monotonous. Salt the real sufficiently and train the children to eat it without sugar. A simple scorch stain can often be removed by moistening the spot with water and placing in the sun. For more serious cases, on white cotton or linen, hydrogen peroxide may be used in this way: moisten a white cotton cloth with place over the stain, cover with a dry cloth, and iron with a medium hot iron. Do not allow the iron to come in contact with the fabric after it is moistened with peroxide or with the moist cloth used over it. The iron may leave rusts on the garment if care is not exercised. In making chicken salad let the diced chicken stand several hours in arench dressing. This is called "marinating" it. If you like to make the cost of the chicken flavor, use chicken instead of oil for this dressing and give it a suggestion of onion flavor by making a few slices of onion in the vinegar before mixing with the fat. Also equal parts of chicken fat and vinegar. Part of the acid used may be lemon juice if you prefer. Veal and Ham Shape Slice any small piece of veal and ham you may have available (about half to three-quarters of a pound). Also grate four tablespoons of bread-crumbs and the rind of half a lemon. Mix with these a teaspoon of finely chopped parsley, a little pepper and salt, and a pinch of nutmeg. Blind with one egg, and if necessary little gravy or extract. Grease a mould and cover it with browned breadcrumbs; press the mixture in, and make in a moderate oven for three-quarters of an hour, or steam for a little longer time. Serve with potato some surplus for storage. The department emphasizes that all farm families should have a good vegetable garden this year and when, reasonably convenient, those living in towns and cities should make them when it is necessary to supplement the income of the family. Purpose of Home Garden The purpose of the home garden is twofold, Doctor Gilbreght points out: It will offer work to the unemployed in many instances; and will also be a source of inexpensive food supply, especially for those persons whose winter diets have been limited because of lowered incomes. To use more vegetables in the diet is to follow the recommendation by the Bureau of Home Economics that the diet include more vegetables, wherever possible, than the quantity. 666 Is a doctor's Prescription for COLDS and HEADACHES It is the most speedy remedy known 666 also in Tablets. McCORMAC SCHOOL OF BUSINESS AND SECRETARIAL TRAINING McCormac Building 706 N. 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