anaheim-gazette 1931-05-21

TIGER EYE---A Thrilling Strike of the Cattle Ran By B. M. BOWER Seventh Installment Bob Reeves, the Kid, was nicknamed Tiger Eye by his friends down in the Brecon country because his "gun-eye" was yellow. When his father, "Killer Reeves," died the Kid left Texas to avoid continuing his father's feuds. Reaching Montana he is forced to draw on Nate Wheeler, an irate nester. In the exchange of shots Wheeler drops dead, the Kid later lerning that Bob Garner who had also shot at the same time, really killed Wheeler. Garner gets the Kid to join the Poole outfit as a rim rider. The Kid succeeds Wheeler's widow and is interrupted by Pete Gorham and some other nesters. He shoots Gorham through both ears for coupling his name with Wheeler's widow. Later he rescues a girl, Nellie, and her dad from Gorham, wounding Pete again. The girl, in spite of her belief the Kid is an imported Texas killer, warns him the nesters will kill him. The Kid warns Garner the nesters are planning an attack on the Poole outfit. He meets Jess Markel, a Texan who is boss of the Poole wagon crew. That night the Kid shoots Markel through both hands when the latter attempts to kill him for being the son of Killer Reeves. The rest of the gang approves of the Kid's action. While near Nellie's home he hears the crack of a rifle and finds her dad has been shot from ambush and helps carry the dead man into his house. On leaving the nester's cabin the kid examines the shiver's tracks and finds a match, broken like the ones Babe discards. He returns home and Babe sees he thinks he is the one who killed the old man. Just then the foreman arrives and eats with them, preventing a showdown for a time. As the foreman finishes his coffee he breaks a match in the same way Babe does. The Kid blushes and looks forgivingly at Babe. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY "That feller that shot old Murray down in the valley; yuh say he left broken match stubs where he waited, Tiger Eye? Can't go much by that. Lots of fellers in a grass country break their match stubs in two before they throw 'em away. Less danger of fire." With his big gray hat far back on a fellow could trust him. But if Babe had waited like a coyote among the rocks and had shot Nellie's old pappy in the back, he was just a mean, low-down killer and nobody could trust him. A man like that would shoot his best friend in the back if he took a notion. The kid would have to be mighty certain it was Babe, though, before he would believe it. He'd want stronger proof than that broken match had been. It made him shiver to think how close he had come to shooting Babe just on the strength of a broken match. Now, he didn't believe it—but he couldn't put it out of his mind, either, and the vague distrust hurt like physical pain. "Yuh don't want to let old lady Murray's cryln' worry yuh, Tiger Eye." Babe said abruptly, when they were pulling off their boots. "Best not to waste sympathy on a nester. They don't deserve no sympathy; man or woman they're all tarred with the same stick. You're goin' to be valuable to the Poole, once you git over that sympathy of yoururn for nester women. You got to cut that out or yuh won't never git nowhere." The kid did not answer that, and presently Babe's breath fell into the slow rhythm of sleep. The kid's mind jarred back from deep dreaming and he opened one eye to see a yellow streak of sunlight on the cabin wall, high in a far corner behind the stove. By that he knew he had slept late. Usually they were ready to ride out along the rim when the sun showed above the mountains. Babe's side of the bed was empty, but there was no breakfast smell in the cabin and no cracking of fire in the stove. Gone to look after the horses, probably. Babe must have slept late, himself. Must have been Babe shutting stream of bullets came closely into the cabin. "Shoot to kill when Babe urged. "Ain't goin knuckles now, I hope." "Kain't see any knu Babe." The kid's face clouded his rifle barrel through tween two logs, but his eye was as unblinking as it looked down along the caught a glimpse of gren among the bushes beyond. He didn't want to kill head, shoulders below—the see the man he swiftly valmed where a shoulder pulled the trigger. There and violent agitation on and a man went street toward his more discreet. The kid's fingers bent agily and the man's swing jerked upward and went side. The kid made sure he withdrew the rifle from crossed the room to and "Git anybody?" The kid did not answer "Taken the shoot out he said at last." "J kill 'im?" "Reckon not. Shot h peahs like." "Shoot t' kill, why Babe's voice was high When he turned a strailk the kid, his eyes were gag an anxious stare wholly Garner." "Damn their arders! You can kill if you anybody that can whih knuckles the way you Markel's can put a bull man's heart, if you wants." Continued Next He returns home and Babe sees he thinks he is the one who killed the old man. Just then the foreman arrives and eats with them, preventing a showdown for a time. As the foreman finishes his coffee he breaks a match in the same way Babe does. The Kid blushes and looks forgivingly at Babe. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY "That feller that shot old Murray down in the valley; yuh say he left broken match stubs where he waited, Tiger Eye? Can't go much by that. Lots of fellers in a grass country break their match stubs in two before they throw 'em away. Less danger of fire." With his big gray hat far back on his head and his high-heeled boots hooked over the edge of the neatly brushed stove hearth. "Yo'all plumb shoah ole Pappy Murray was a cow thief, Babe?" "Shore he was! Why, hell, I told yuh a thousand times, Tiger Eye, there ain't an honest man in the hull valley. Not a one. Say, how'd you come to know he was shot, if you was off over on the river side of the Bench where I sent yuh?" "Nevah did ride awn to the river, Babe. Got right curious about something in the valley, so I taken a jog down off the Bench to see foh n'sef." "Poole riders'll be shot on sight down there. I told yuh that, Tiger Eye. You was takin' too big a chance." "No biggah chance than some otha Poole ridah taken, going down to kill ole Pappy Murray." "How'd you know it was a Poole rider? You didn't see 'im, did yuh?" "No, suh, I nevah did see him." "No." "How'd you know it was a Poole rider, then?" Babe flung down his book and sat up, cycling the kid sharply while he pulled tobacco and papers from his pocket. "Nesters ain't above dry-gulchin' each other if they've got a grudge, and layin' it to the Poole." "Nestah wouldn't hit out foh the Bench afthah he done his killing." "Which way'd he go when he hit the rim?" "Kain't say Babe. Plumb rocky along the rim." Babe studied the kid for another ten seconds and gave a grunt that seemed to release tension within his mind. "You come into camp here, actin' like you thought I done it," he stated calmly, lighting a match with his thumb-nail and deliberately breaking the stub in two while the kid watched him with an unblinking steadiness in the stare of his yellow right eye. "Nevah said I thought it, Babe." "You looked it, when yuh come to camp." "Kain't tell a thing by my looks, Babe. This yallah eye of mine is plumb deceiving, sometimes." "What gets me, Tiger Eye, is how you come to take it to heart the way you do. Ain't a bigger cow thief in the country than old Murray. He was bound to get his sooner or later. Nless he was a p'ticular friend of yourn—" "Nevah was no friend of mine." The kid's mind jarred back from deep dreaming and he opened one eye to see a yellow streak of sunlight on the cabin wall, high in a far corner behind the stove. By that he knew he had slept late. Usually they were ready to ride out along the rim when the sun showed above the mountains. Babe's side of the bed was empty, but there was no breakfast smell in the cabin and no cracking of fire in the stove. Gone to look after the horses, probably. Babe must have slept late, himself. Must have been Babe shutting the door that woke him. The kid swung his feet to the floor and reached for his clothes. Babe would expect breakfast to be ready when he came back. The kid started a fire in the stove, set a kettle of water over the blaze, and washed his face and neck and ears in the tin basin on the bench. He shoved another stick of wood into the stove, picked up the basin and pulled the door open to fling the water out upon the ground. The basin jerked spitefully in his hand, a round hole cut through its upper side where the water spurted through. From a clump of bushes over by the corral bark of a rifle tardily followed the bullet. The kid let go the basin and dropped to his knees, then fell forward on his face and lay there with his arms stretched out in front of him. The kid's fingers stretched slowly to their slender length, relaxed a little, stretched again, moved this way and that, until they encountered something which they clasped so firmly the knuckles turned white. Babe's foot, Babe, lying there on his face, within a few feet of the door, shot down while the kid lay dreaming. It wasn't the shutting of the door—it was the rifle shot that woke the kid. Babe, shot in front of his door, just as Nellie's old paddy had been shot. Even at that moment, while the kid was taking a firm grip of that limp foot, he wondered if Babe was only getting back what he gave old Murray. The kid squirmed backward, dragging Babe by his foot. Slow. Back an inch or two, and wait a minute. Babe groaned at the third pull, and the kid's heart gave a flop and then raced for joy. Babe was alive yet. Something to pull for, now. "I'm draggin' yo'all inside the doah, Babe," he muttered, in a tone that would not carry beyond the woodpile. Babe did not answer except with another groan, but he pressed one hand hard on the ground and pushed backward when the kid pulled again, so the kid knew Babe heard and understood all right. The kid hurried after that. He wanted his body all inside the door as soon as possible, and with a last wriggle his tousled damp hair went in past the door jamb. Like a cat he was in his feet then and had Babe inside with one great yank and slammed the door shut. him with an unblinking steadiness in the stare of his yellow right eye. "Nevah said I thought it, Babe." "You looked it, when yuh come to camp." "Kain't tell a thing by my looks, Babe. This yallah eye of mine is plumb deceiving, sometimes." "What gets me, Tiger Eye, is how you come to take it to heart the way you do. Ain't a bigger cow thief in the country than old Murray. He was bound to get his sooner or later. 'Nless he was a p'ticular friend of yourn—" "Nevah was no friend of mine, Babe." "Well—they say he's got a good-looking' girl. You seen her?" "Wasn't no girl theah, Babe when I rode along to the house. Heard a woman screaming and a-crying like my mammy cried when Pap was bushwhacked. Killahs don't think of the women, 'pears like.'" "And as far as the women are concerned—" Babe rose from the bunk, hitching up his trousers' belt as he sauntered over to the water bucket and lifted the dipper with a jangle of tin. "They got to take their chance same as the men. There's always women cryin' over some man. There always will be, as long as there's a man to cry over. What yuh goin' to do about it? A man can't set and roll his thumbs all his life, just so his woman won't have cause for tears. They bawl a lot—but they git over it." "Reckon yo're right, Babe." "Darn right, I'm right. You've been so grown up and steady, far as I've seen. I shore never expected you'd git chicken-hearted over a nester all at once." "If every killah was fixed so he couldn't shoot a gun, theah wouldn't be no moah killing, Babe." "I'd rather be dead than have my hands smashed the way you smashed Jess Markel's. So would any man that was a man." "I said killahs, Babe." Babe shivered as if a cold wind had struck his bare flesh, but he didn't say again that he would rather be dead than crippled. The kid knew he thought it, though. The kid's oeyebrows came together in a puzzled frown while he studied Babe at the window, peering out into the faint moonlight. The kid had counted on Babe's friendship and on his being square so Babe," he muttered, in a tone that would not carry beyond the woodpile. Babe did not answer except with another groan, but he pressed one hand hard on the ground and pushed backward when the kid pulled again, so the kid knew Babe heard and understood all right. The kid hurried after that. He wanted his body all inside the door as soon as possible, and with a last wrinkle his tousled damp hair went in past the door jamb. Like a cat he was in his feet then and had Babe inside with one great yank and slammed the door shut. Then he turned, picked Babe up in his arms and laid him on the bed. "Damn, coyotes—got me when I stepped outside." Babe gasped. "That's what a killah always aims to do," the kid observed drily. "Always aims to down a man at his own deaf." Whether Babe caught the significance of that remark or not, he made no answer to it. The kettle was boiling on the stove and the kid brought basin and clean dish towels and a bottle of carbolic acid and set them on a box beside the bunk. He pulled off Babe's shirt and studied the round, purplish hole on Babe's right side just under the curve of his ribs. Babe fainted, which left the kid free and unhampered in his crude surgery. "I taken out the bullet, Babe," he said calmly, when Babe came back to consciousness. "Wasn't moah'n two—three inches deep. Kain't figure it, lessen it come from ovac across the field. Nevah did come from the berry bushes, or it's gone awn through. Two men out theah, I reckon." "Two, yuh say?" "Two and likely moah." "And me down! They'll git us, Tiger Eye." "In a pig's eye." "Git my rifle and—help me on my feet." "Yo'all lay quiet. I taken charge today, Babe." The kid was loading Babe's rifle, and now he placed it on the table. He turned his rifle upon the clump of bushes over by the corral. Three shots carefully spaced brought a spiteful volley in reply. "Peah's like the nestahs are alming to take theeh revenge for ole Pappy Murray," he remarked, as a steady Thrilling Story of Cattle Ranges stream of bullets came spatting violously into the cabin. It worried Babe, who was beginning to alk feverishly. "Shoot to kill when yuh start in," Babe urged. "Ain't goin' to try bustin' knuckles now, I hope." "Kain't see any knuckles to bust, Babe." The kid's face clouded as he pushed his rifle barrel through the hole between two logs, but his yellow right eye was as unblinking as a tiger's when it looked down along the sights. He caught a glimpse of gray hat crown among the bushes beyond the spring. He didn't want to kill. Hat crown, head, shoulders below—the kid couldn't see the man he swiftly visioned, but he aimed where a shoulder should be and pulled the trigger. There was a sudden and violent agitation of the bushes and a man went streaking it back toward his more discreet companions. The kid's fingers bent again deliberately and the man's swinging right arm jerked upward and went limp at his side. The kid made sure of that before he withdrew the rifle from the hole and crossed the room to another. "Git anybody?" The kid did not answer at once. "Taken the shoot outa one, Babe," he said at last. "J kill 'im?" Reckon not. Shot his ahm down, peahs like." "Shoot t' kill, why don't yuh?" Babe's voice was high and querulous. When he turned a strained look upon the kid, his eyes were glassy and had an anxious stare wholly unlike Babe Garner. "Damn their arms and shoulders! You can kill if you want, to—anybody that can whirl and bust knuckles the way you busted Jess Markel's can put a bullet through a man's heart, if he wants to." Continued Next Week Bankers Invited to State Meeting Anaheim bankers have received personal invitations to attend the fortyth anniversary convention of the California Bankers Association, to be held May 21, 22 and 23 in Los Angeles where the association was founded in 1891. The invitations were sent by The Los Angeles Clearing House Association, hosts to the convention. A "homecoming" theme, based on the birth of the association will be promoted throughout the extensive business and entertainment program. Reviewing economic highlights of the past four years in California, prominent banking authorities of the state will discuss current problems of interest to bankers. Two featured speakers are Dr. Tully C. Knotes, president of the College of the Pacific, and Louis C. Crampton, special attorney for the Secretary of the Interior, who will speak on "Hoover Dam and the Future of the West." So. Pacific Makes Safety Record Substantiating the claim that it is "less hazardous to travel on a railroad than to stay at home," the Southern Pacific company recently announced completion of an eleven-year period without loss of life to a passenger in a steam train accident. Aches and PAINS! When you take Bayer Aspirin you are sure of two things. It's sure relief, and it's harmless. Those tablets with the Bayer cross do not hurt the heart. Take them whenever you suffer from: Headaches Neuritis Colds Neuralgia Sore Throat Lumbago The notable safety record was made public by J. H. Dyer, vice-president in charge of operations for the company, who pointed out that the railroad has 9000 miles of main and branch lines in six western states. In the last eleven years, Dyer declared, Southern Pacific carried 435,926,569 passengers, or nearly four times the population of the United States, an accumulated distance of 17,293,308,123 miles, or the equivalent of 694,455 trips around the earth. To safeguard the movement of trains, Southern Pacific has more mileage equipped with automatic block signals than any other railroad in the world, it was stated by Dyer. Automatic signal devices have been installed over trunk lines on the company's entire Pacific system, extending from San Francisco to Ogden and from Portland to El Paso. Raskob says the depression is ended and that the big problem is to find a way to guard against the next one. One good idea along this line will be to refrain from buying 'em on margin. 666 Is a doctor's Prescription for COLDS and HEADACHES It is the most speedy remedy known 666 also in Tablets. NOTICE OF SALE BY TRUSTEE NOTICE IS HEREBY GIVEN that on Monday, May 25th, 1931, at 10:12 o'clock, A. M. of said day, at the South entrance to the Orange County Courthouse, in the City of Santa Ana, County of Orange, State of California, Cotton Mather and C. W. Raidron, as trustees under a certain deed of trust executed by Audley H. McGhile and recorded in Book 276, Page 410, of Official Records of Orange County California, which was given to secure a promissory note dated June 4, 1929, for the sum of Two thousand dollars ($2,000.00), payable 11 years after date, together with interest therefrom since said date until paid, at "J kill 'im?" "Reckon not. Shot his ahm down, peahs like." "Shoot t' kill, why don't yuh?" Babe's voice was high and querulous. When he turned a strained look upon the kid, his eyes were glassy and had an anxious stare wholly unlike Babe Garner. "Damn their arms and shoulders! You can kill if you want, to anybody that can whirl and bust knuckles the way you busted Jess Markel's can put a bullet through a man's heart, if he wants to." 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BY TRUSTEE BY GIVEN that th, 1931, at 10:12 day, at the South ge County CourtSanta Ana, County California, Cotton ardon, as trustees of trust executed and recorded in Official Records california, which was missory note dated sum of Two Thous000), payable 11 other with interest date until paid, at cised at any time thereafter without notice, said note to be payable monthly in advance in 132 installments at the rate of $1.29 per $100.00 of the principal sum, each installment being due on the first day of each and every month from and after the date thereof, and upon other terms in said note set forth and in said trust deed provided, and in compliance with a notice of default and demand for sale of the property in said trust deed and hereinafter described, recorded on January 26th, 1931, in Book 451, Page 319 of Official Records of Orange County, California, executed by the owner and holder of said note on account of the default in the payment of the installment of principal and interest due thereon on June 1, 1930, and all payments due subsequently thereto, there being a total sum of $2,999.53 due on January 22, 1931, and all payments due subsequently thereto, will sell at public auction, for cash, lawful money of the United States, and to the highest bidder, subject to liens and incumbrances prior to the said deed of trust, the following described property, to wit: That certain real property situated in the Town of Buena Park, County of Orange, State of California, and described as Lot Twenty (20) of Tract No. Five hundred thirty-five (535), as per map thereof recorded in Book 24, Page 8, of Miscellaneous Maps, Records of Orange County, California. 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