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A Thrilling Story of the Cattle Rancher by B. M. BOWER Fifth 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 Garner 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. The Kid breaks the news of Nate's death to his widow and then goes out and brings in his body, discovering he had not missed his shot to disable Wheeler but had broken his arm, while another shot had killed the man. A gang of strangers rode up. One of them insults Mrs. Wheeler by coupling her name with the stranger. The Kid shoots a hole in each of the ears of Pete Gorham, who hurled the insult, making his escape in the confinement. Learning that the "nesters" plan to draw the Poole riders into a trap, the Kid informs Garner, telling him at the same time he had learned it was the latter's shot that killed Wheeler and not his own. Garner is grateful and gets the boy a job riding range for the Poole outfit. The Kid sees a lone rider attack a man and a girl driving in a wagon and wounds the assailant, and then finds out he is Wheeler. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY "You son-of-a-gun!" Babe stepped forward and clapped a hand admiringly down on the kid's shoulder. "I knowed there was some reason why you let that damn' fake funeral get by." "Yo'all says it was a fake funeral," Babe?" "Shore, it was a fake. One of the boys got wist 't they was goln' to pull drops of dew on the grass winked like diamonds in the sun. The horses had galloped steadily for more than a mile, but now they had settled down to a walk and the reins lay loosely along their necks. Riding so, a habit born of the long trail up from Texas took hold of Tiger Eye. Instinctively his hand went to his breast pocket and pulled out his mouth organ, and he began to play soft snatches of old melodies as he rode. The music timed the easy swing of the kid's slim body in the saddle, and the occasional click of his iron-bound stirrups against Babe Garner's wooden ones. The tune didn't matter; a medley of this thing and that thing drifting along with his idling thoughts. When the kid played, he thought of the girl down in the valley behind him. Reckon her old pappy was a rustler, like all the rest of them down in the valley. Leastways, the kid had gathered that Nellie's brother Ed had been shot by a Poole rider, and they shoah seemed to hate the name of Poole. The kid didn't feel that he knew Babe even after a week of living with him. Babe always seemed to have a lot on his mind. But Babe shore was a fine man and a fine friend, and the kid wasn't the kind to pick flaws in any one he liked. Babe got out his tobacco and papers and rolled a cigarette as he rode along. He lighted it, blew out the match, broke the stub in two and dropped the pieces to the ground. The kid was watching for that little trick and his eyes twingled when Babe's fingers went true to form. Almost a week now he had lived with Babe, and never had he seen Babe throw away a whole match stub. Always broke it in two. orders from his New York sum for cost of operation, ducted for normal loss, and ment paying a certain percentage weather conditions. But when t dwindled out of all proper verse weather conditions, sat up in his office chair a letter to his superintendent or disease or whatever the alarming shrinkage most there. The superintendent was a man named Walter Bell growing rich at managing. He replied to that letter a beat around the bush. The said, were rustlers in real stealing the Poole blind. Replied that Bell must medicine to use on rustles wrote back that he did, cost some money. So Bell went quietly a cally to work, hiring men fine art of administering as required, with no talk of it. Saddled horses stood in a big cottonwood tree, breathing quickly from others resting a leg while These awakened with a s rode into the unfenced riders perched on the top nearby corral or squatted against the fence. The leeving him as he swung Pecos and followed Babes didn't smile at the sight of Continued Next Story of Jacaranda In Pageant NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY "You son-of-a-gun!" Babe stepped forward and clapped a hand admiringly down on the kid's shoulder. "I knowed there was some reason why you let that damn' fake funeral get by." "Yo'all says it was a fake funeral, Babe?" "Shore, it was a fake. One of the boys got wist 't they was goin' to pull something. You was sent over here to keep cases, but one of the boys over at the Poole happened to see 'em when they come up on the Bench. Old man, he suspicioned something was wrong about the precession, so he sends us all over to the buryin' ground over on Cotton Creek. That' where they was headin' for. Shore had more mourners than what they figured on!" "Yo'all didn't fight 'em, Babe?" "No—sore, we didn't. But we shore beat 'em to that buryin' ground! Thirty-five punchers was settin' on their horses back on the ridge about a hundred yards away, when the funeral percussion come along. There wasn't no grave dug, so we set there and watched 'em dig it." "Yo'all shoah they buried Nate Wheelah ovah theeh?" "Nate Wheeler? Naw, they never buried Nate Wheeler there. Jim Poole's nobody's fool. He saw through their little scheme right off. It's like this. Right up the creek, about two miles from the burying ground, is the Poole ranch, and it's a good seven miles across to Cotton Creek from here. If they got over on Cotton Creek with a funeral procession, they could sneak on up the creek to the Poole. Seven miles of bald prairie, and four miles under cover. Savvy now?" "Shoah do, Babe," said the kid, his thoughts flashing to the girl and what little she had dared to say. "Shoah hope yo'all didn't have no trouble, Babe," the kid said. "Never had a word of trouble, Tiger Eye." Babe's eyes veiled themselves suddenly from the kid's questioning stare. "Know what they done, Tiger Eye? They knew they had to go through with that buryin' or we'd swell a rat. So they did. They buried a coffin full of rifles they aimed to use on us. When they was gone, the old man had us dig up the box and open it." Babe folded a paper into a trough, sifted in a little tobacco, evened it with a careful finger tip, rolled it detily and drew the edge of the paper lightly along the tip of his tongue before he pressed it down and folded up one end. He fished a match from a pocket, flicked his thumbnail across the head and got a flame, and lighted the cigarette, then snapped the match stub in two and dropped the pieces at his feet. The kid watched him, his mind plecing together certain details of the story which lot on his mind. But Babe shore was a fine man and a fine friend, and the kid wasn't the kind to pick flaws in any one he liked. Babe got out his tobacco and papers and rolled a cigarette as he rode along. Lighted it, blew out the match, broke the stub in two and dropped the pieces to the ground. The kid was watching for that little trick and his eyes twangled when Babe's fingers went true to form. Almost a week now he had lived with Babe, and never had seen Babe throw away a whole match stub. Always broke it in two. The kid wondered why, but he didn't ask. Pap shoah learned him not to ask questions unless he plumb had to. Far ahead across the level benchland a faint veil of dust crept slowly toward the north, carried far on the breeze that fanned the kid's left cheek as he rode, Cattle, bunched, and riders driving 'em. Reckon maybe Babe was taking him over so he could go to work on round-up. The kid hoped so, for that was the work he wanted and had come all the way up from the Brazos to find. Shoah will enjoy swingin' a rope again, Babe," he said in his soft drawl. "Swingin' a rope?" Babe's voice had a startled note. "Er ridin' herd—anything, so its cows." "You're ridin' line with me," Babe reminded him shortly. "Old Man ain't likely to put yuh on round-up." The kid did not argue the point, but his eyes clung to the slow-moving dust cloud, and because his heart was there he unconsciously communicated his desire to the horse. Riders were visible now in the fringes of the dust cloud. Riders and a slow-moving river of backs seen dimly as the breeze whipped up the haze. Cattle going to some chosen round-up ground. The kid's eyes glistened at the thought. "I'll ride over and see who's in charge," Babe said suddenly, and struck his horse with the quirt he carried. The kid's hand tightened on the rela. A cold weight fell like a lump of iron upon his chest. He didn't know those riders up ahead. They were not the same old boys, with Pap, tall and hawk-eyed, on his big horse, riding here and there, giving his quiet orders. Plumb strangers, these were. Babe knew them, but he didn't. He was just an outsider, and Babe wasn't taking him over to get acquainted. A man galloped out to meet Babe and the two talked, hands and head making little unguarded gestures now and then. The kid's slidelong glance saw every move they made. They were talking about him, and they seemed to find a right smart lot to say. Babe finally turned in his saddle and flung out an arm in a beckoning gesture, but the kid kept his face straight ahead and gave no sign that he saw the signal. Babe cupped his hands around his moth and let out a loud "Yea-ya-hoo!" Babe folded a paper into a trough, sifted in a little tobacco, evened it with a careful finger tip, rolled it deftly and drew the edge of the paper lightly along the tip of his tongue before he pressed it down and folded up one end. He fished a match from a pocket, flicked his thumbnail across the head and got a flame, and lighted the cigarette, then snapped the match stub in two and dropped the pieces at his feet. The kid watched him, his mind plecing together certain details of the story which Babe did not know. "I shore was worried about you Kid," Babe said finally, drawing a mouthful of smoke. "Where'd that feller jump yuh, Tiger Eye—if it's a fair question?" "Back down the rim about a mile." "Unh-hunh. Musta took yuh quite a while." Babe fanned the smoke away from his face while he looked hard at the kid. "Takes a right smaht while, Babe, to trap a wolf." A strange, implacable look came into the kid's boyish face Babe looked at him and looked away again. "Shore. Well, let's go," he said after a silence, and there was a new note of respect in his voice. "I'll tell the Old Man how it was. You done the right thing, Tiger Eye." In the cabin at Cold Spring line camp that evening, the kid was playing the mouth organ, his slim browned fingers cupped and touching the metal where the nickel was worn through to the brass. "Moah rim ridin', Babe?" "Why? Yuh like rim ridin', Tiger Eye?" "Shoah do, Babe." "Yuh shore look happy tonight, Tiger Eye." Babe spoke from the bunk, when the kid's dreams could no longer be compassed by the music and he sat staring at the smoky bottom of the dishpan hanging back of the stove. "Time to roll in, though. We got t' be ridin' at dawn." "Shoah feel that-a-way, Babe." yank and sat holding it in one hand yank and stat holding it in one hand while he eyed the kid. "Damned if I can see what there is to be happy about, Tiger Eye." "Damned if I can elithah, Babe." He picked up the water buckets and went out into the night. The air was clean and crisp and A man galloped out to meet Babe and the two talked, hands and head making little unguarded gestures now and then. The kid's sidelong glance saw every move they made. They were talking about him, and they seemed to find a right smart lot to say. Babe finally turned in his saddle and flung out an arm in a beckoning gesture, but the kid kept his face straight ahead and gave no sign that he saw the signal. Babe cupped his hands around his moth and let out a loud "Ya-a-hoo!" "Hey, Tiger Eye! Y' asleep?" The kid slid over so that his dangling foot might find its stirrup, and yawned as he looked at Babe. "Yo'al got me outa bald befo' daylight, Babe." "Come on over and meet Jess Markel." "An't impawtant, is it, Babe?" "Hell, no!" Babe gave him a studying look. "Thought you wanted to meet the boys...You said—" "Said I'd plump enjoy swingin' a lass rope. Nevah said I was achin' to meet anybody, though." "Jess is wagon boss," Babe further explained. "Good man to know. Might put you on, when this trouble with the nesters is settled." "Reckon I bettah make shoah of my job, first. And if yo'all want me line riding ovah on the rim, I'd shoah love to stay with yo'all." "Jess is a Texas man." Babe remarked in too causal a tone. "Thought maybe you might know him. Don't the name mean anything, Tiger Eye?" "Shucks, Babe, names don't nevah mean anything to a Texas man. Not up No'th. Plumb easy to lose yo'all's Texas name awn the trail." "Did you?" "An't wore my name only twenty yeahs, Babe. No call to change it yet." Babe accepted the reproof and said no more, though his eyes stole another sidelong glance at the kid. In unspooken agreement they touched spurs to their horses and went galloping steadily across the prairie at right angles to the herd. This way lay the headquarters ranch of the Poole, which was in reality a firm of Eastern capitalists dabbling in range investments. The Poole owners never saw their cattle. John Poole, president of the Poole Land and Cattle Company, gave **Thrilling Story of Cattle Ranges** Ders from his New York office. This sum for cost of operation, that sum deducted for normal loss, and the investment paying a certain percentage to the shareholders. But when the calf tally windled out of all proportion to adverse weather conditions, John Poole sat up in his office chair and dictated a letter to his superintendent. Rustlers or disease or whatever the cause, this alarm shrinkage most stop right there. The superintendent was an old range man named Walter Bell and he was growing rich at managing the Poole. He replied to that letter and didn't eat around the bush. The nesters, he said, were rustlers in reality and were stealing the Poole blind. John Poole applied that Bell must know what medicine to use on rustlers, and Bell wrote back that he did, but it would cost some money. So Bell went quietly and methodically to work, hiring men skilled in the one art of administering leaden pills is required, with no talk or fuss about Saddled horses stood in the shade of big cottonwood tree, some still breathing quickly from hard riding, others resting a leg while they dozed. These awakened with a strat as they rode into the unfenced yard. Leanaders perched on the top rail of the earby corral or squatted on boot heels against the fence. The kid felt them being him as he swung down from cecos and followed Babe, but they didn't smile at the sight of him. **Continued Next Week** **Story of Jacaranda In Pageant Form** If the ladies get to wearing pajamas on all festive occasions the men might get even with them by donning lace nightlies. 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That's why "Dr. Caldwell's Syrup Pepsin," as it is called, is the most popular laxative drugstores sell. **ITEM 2 — ELECTRIC METERS** Electric meters of such classes, at such times and in such quantities as said city may determine, the total amount of contract for this commodity to be between $1000.00 and $5000.00. Said meters shall include single phase for two or three wires, equal to General Electric Type I-16; polyphase equal to General Electric Type D-14; and 5 ampere meters for use with instrument transformers. Single phase meters for two wires to be 50 cycle, 110 volt; for three wires to be 50 cycle, 110-220 volt. Polyphase meters to be 50 cycle, 220 and 440 volt. 5 ampere meters to be 50 cycle, 110, 220, and 440 volt, with and without demand attachment. **ITEM 3 — ROAD OIL** Approximately 1000 barrels of Road Oil, to be delivered in tank trucks and spread upon the streets and alleys of the City of Anaheim in such quantities and at such times as said City may determine. Said oil shall be in accordance with "Specifications for Oil to be used in the construction of natural toll streets in the City of Anaheim, California." Series of 1927." Each proposal for Items 1 and 2 must be accompanied by a certified or cashier's check, payable to City of Anaheim, in an amount not less than One Hundred Dollars ($100.00); each proposal for Item 3 must be accompanied by such check for an amount not less than ten per cent (10%) of the amount of the proposal; and the successful bidder for each item will be required to furnish within ten days after the award of the contract, a surety bond payable to said City and subject to the approval of the City Council, in an amount not less than fifty per cent of the minimum amount of said contract, which said bond shall be conditioned upon the faithful performance of said contract. Specifications, proposal blanks and further information may be obtained at the office of the City Manager of Story of Jacaranda In Pageant Form Fullerton's celebration of the Jacaranda festival in June is to be brought to a climax on the last day, June 6, with the most spectacular feature of the event. It will be a story of the Jacaranda told in pageant form. The pageant is to be staged by numerous organizations of that city, including the Ebell, Business Women's and Swanlands clubs, the grammar and high schools. The pageant will move to organ music, which will be broadcast from the auditorium. A street dance will be held in the evening. On June 5, a band concert is to be given between the hours of the grammar school graduation exercises and the high school class play. The festival promises to be an occasion when Fullerton will show her arms to visitors and throughout the residence districts the people are giving the general festival committee wholehearted co-operation in making the fair a glowing success. Indian Schools Will Show at State Fair The handiwork of California's Indian schools will be featured in the educational department of the State Fair, September 5th to 12th, with the various schools and pupils competing for $20 in cash prizes. Among the schools already entered are Sherman Institute of Riverside, the Fort Yuma Indian boarding school, and number of Indian day schools, including one at Fort Bidwell. Among the prizes offered is $20 for the best general exhibit by an Indian boarding school and the exhibits promise to be one of the most interesting features of the Fair. 666 Is a doctor's Prescription for COLDS and HEADACHES? It is the most speedy remedy known 666 also in Tablets. Dr. W. B. Caldwell's SYRUP PEPSIN A Doctor's Family Laxative NOTICE INVITING SEAL PROPOSALS FOR ELECTRIC TRANSFORMERS, METERS AND ROAD OIL Notice is hereby given that sealed proposals will be received by the City Council of the City of Anaheim, at the office of the City Clerk of said City, up to the hour of eight o'clock P.M. of Tuesday, the 12 day of May, 1931, for furnishing the following equipment and supplies to said City, under purchase agreements to run approximately one year: ITEM 1—ELECTRIC TRANSFORMERS Electric Transformers of such sizes, at such times and in such quantities as said City may determine, the total amount of contract for this commodity to be between $1000.00 and $5000.00. Said transformers shall be equal to General Electric Type H, 50 cycle. Contract to include sizes from 1½ KW to 200 KW, for 2300 volt primary and 115-230 volt, 230-460 volt, and 115-230-460 volt secondary circuits; also all standard sizes for 11,500 volt primary and 115-230 volt, 230-460 volt, and 2300-4000Y volt secondary circuits. Prices for transformers to include oil, also hanger irons for sizes up to 50 KW. Contract to include primary fuse cut-offs due to Acid Indigestion ACID FROMACH HEARTBURN HEADACHE GASES-HAUSEA A.B.C. Bu For Quick Reference Lookup Business or Profession Anaheim Gazette Business and BIG AUCTION Every Saturday at 2 and 7:30 p.m., at Jack Martin's Auction 504 W. Center, Anahel m3115 Private sales all the time For Cash or Easy Terms Buy Anything—Sell Anything "The Bargain Spot of Orange Co." Jack Martin, Prop. IRISH AUCTIONEER Automobile Wreching Curran Auto Wrecking Co. L. A. at Palm, Anahelm 3101 Battery Business H. D. 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Main St., Santa Ana Courses In Stenotypy, Shorthand, Accountancy, Machine Bookkeeping, Bank Statement Machine and Comptometry Ask to See Battery Business H. D. Hushman, Willard Batteries, 419 W Center St., Anaheim 3503 Brake Service Specialists Ford's Automotive Service Ltd., 214 S. Los Angeles, Anaheim 4418 Chiropractors The Pintlers, Chiropractors 250 E. Center, Anaheim 8443 Cleaning Business Saveway Cleaners 313 E. Center, Anaheim 4413 Funeral Directors Ambulance Service—Day or Night Phone 8209 Backs, Terry & Campbell FUNERAL DIRECTORS H. P. CAMPBELL, Resident Director 251 No. Lemon St., Anaheim, Calif. DeLuxe Ambulance Service Telephone 4105 HILGENFELD'S FUNERAL HOME South Lemon at Broadway Anaheim, California ANAHEIM FEED A Dealers in GRAIN FLOUR SEEDS WOOD COAL HAY W. D. GR NOTICE INVITING SEALED PROPOSALS FOR PRINTING AND ADVERTISING. Notice is hereby given that sealed proposals will be received by the City Council of the City of Anaheim at the office of the City Clerk of said City, up to 8 o'clock p.m. of Tuesday, the 12th day of May, 1931, for furnishing of all printing and advertising for the City of Anaheim for the year commencing June 1, 1931, and ending May 31, 1932. All of said printing and publishing shall be done in conformity to the specifications therefor, which said specifications are marked and designated "Specifications for printing and advertising for the City of Anaheim, Series of 1931", on file in the office of the City Clerk. Such proposals will be received as follows: First: For all advertising to be done by said City required by law to be published in a daily newspaper published within said city. Second: For all advertising not required by law to be printed in a daily newspaper. Third: For all advertising not required by law to be printed in a daily newspaper, but required by law to be printed each issue for a definite period of time. Bldders shall state in their proposals whether or not such proposal is based upon an estimate for publication of advertising in a daily or weekly newspaper, and shall designate therein the name and address of such newspaper. Fourth: For job printing required by the City of Anaheim, according to said specifications and according to forms and specimens on file in the office of the City Manager of said City. Should the job printing required for any item exceed the estimate therein set forth, the compensation for such job printing in excess of said estimate shall be at the same rate as that mentioned in the proposal for such item. Fifth: Separate proposals will also be received for printing placard notices of street or public improvement required by law and also for printing such notices in connection with publishing notices and resolutions concerning the particular improvement described in such notices. Each proposal must be accompanied by a certified or cashier's check drawn on a bank within the State of California, in a sum not less than $50.00, payable to the City of Anaheim, the same to become the property of the City of Anaheim, if, within ten days after the award of the contract to him, the successful bidder shall fall to enter into a written agreement with said City to furnish said printing and advertising in conformity to said specifications. The City Council reserves the right to reject any and all proposals, or any part of any proposal, and may accept proposals separately for advertising required by law to be published in daily newspapers, for advertising not required by law to be printed in daily newspapers but required by law to be printed each issue for a definite period of time, and may accept proposals for City job printing independently from said City advertising, or as a part of the same proposal. By order of the City Council of the City of Anaheim. Dated this 15th day of April, 1931. EDWARD B. MERRITT, City Clerk of the City of Anaheim. 4-16-3t Atwater Kent FEARN— The Set With the Golden Voice 113 So. L. A. Anaheim DR. G. W. CLOSSON VETERINARIAN DOG AND CAT HOSPITAL All Animals Treated 918 N. Los Angeles St. Phone 8914 Anaheim, California C. Business Directory Reference Look Under Alphabetical Classification of the s or Profession You Are Seeking. 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