anaheim-gazette 1931-06-11

TIGER EYE---of the Cattle Ranges By B. M. BOWER Seventh Installment Reeves, the Kid, was nicknamed Eye by his friends down in the country because his "gun-eye" yellow. When his father, "Killer," died the Kid left Texas to avoid injuring his father's feuds. Reaching him he is forced to draw on Nate, an irrater nester. In the exchange, Nate gets Wheeler drops dead, the Kid learning that Bob Garner who had not at the same time, really killed her gets the Kid to join the Poole as a rim rider. The Kid succeeds her widow and is interrupted by Gorham through both ears for giving his name with Wheeler's widow. He rescues a girl, Nelle, and her mom Gorham, wounding Pete again. Girl, in spite of her belief the Kid is reported Texas killer, warns him the will kill him. He meets Jess I, a Texan who is boss of the Poole crew and shoots him through both it's dad is shot from ambush and its Babe against his wish. The lattks another nester killed the old Tabe is wounded by hidden one who also shoot at Tiger eye but The Kid pulls Babe back into the wound wounds one of the attackers. He comes to the cabin secretly and Tiger Eye to escape with the wound. While they are riding off, becomes delirious and accuses the trying to cheat him out of the paying Nelle's brother, Nelle, out-at being betrayed in her faith ind, slashes him across the face and away. After turning Babe over to mole outtit, Tiger Eye finds a desert-in and determines to wage ind-it war on the killers of both us. W GO ON WITH THE STORY grub was getting low. He want-re ore money than he had in his. Wouldn't be working for now for awhile, and grub costs it. The sat one night in a poker game three cowboys from over toward the rifle midway to her shoulder, then let it down again. The kid looked at her with that curious, steady stare of his yellow right eye, and his face had the expressionless look of a trained ganbler. Cold and hostile and ready for war he looked, but he didn't feel that way. Hot crimples went chasing up his spine, and the back of his neck had a queer tightened feeling, as he stared at her. "Well! I've found one of you, anyway!" she exclaimed, in a tone that was worse than another cut of the quirt. "Where are the cattle?" "What cattle?" "Our cattle that you Poole men stole out of our pasture last night. Every hoof we own! I'm going to get them back, if I have to fight every Texas killer in the country." "I'm a Texas man, all right, but I'm no kilah. Told yo'all that befo'." "Well, that remains to be seen: You're a Poole man, anyway. You must know where our cattle are." "Shoah wish I did. The Poole's fighting nestahs, I know that. But they don't steal cattle, Miss Murray." "Oh, don't they? Walter Bell ought to raise your wages for saying that!" "He kain't. I'm not working for the Poole." "No? How long since?" "Since that night we got Babe outa Cold Spring cabin." "I suppose the Poole fired you for poor shooting!" Her short scornful laugh turned the kid's ears red as if she had slapped them, but he made no answer to the taunt. What was the use? He wrapped the bridle reins around the saddle horn and began to roll a cigarette, taking plenty of time. A man could do a heap of thinking over a cigarette without giving himself know yoh mothah's cattle when I find 'em—" "Well, it's Reverse E. But I couldn't think of troubling you, Mr Reeves. I intend to get those cattle myself." "It's a man's job," the kid said gruffly. "Well, I'm the man of the family now, so it's my job. So long, Mr. Reeves!" She gathered up the reins and tapped her horse lightly with the quirt—just as if it never had been put to a more sinister use—and rode on past the kid with her chin tilted upward and her gaze bent astonation upon a straggling herd of cattle feeding over on the farther slope. "Adios, Miss Murray!" The kid kicked Peccos into a trout and rode on into the rocky pass, playing his mouth organ so loudly he cracked a reed so that the note buzzed like a bee in a bottle. He rode on ahead of her. Didn't act like she was going home. Didn't try to catch up with him, either. The kid got to worrying about what she meant to do, and finally he pulled in behind a ledge and waited for her to come along, so he could give her another piece of his mind. Yet when she rode up she didn't give him a chance. If you're bound to hunt our cattle, I guess we better work together," she said cheerfully. "This is awful rough country." "Go awn home like I told yo'all." "Oh forget it!" she snapped. "I'm not going, and that settles it. If you want to get rid of me so bad, hurry up and find our cattle." "If it wasn't foh your mothah, I wouldn't tuhn my hand ovah foh yo'all!" the kid blurted fiercely. Continued Next Week NEW GO ON WITH THE STORY grub was getting low. He wanted more money than he had in his pocket. Wouldn't be working for now for awhile, and grub costs too. One sat one night in a poker game three cowboys from over toward nosebud and a lucky prospector ran from the Black Hills. Walked daylight with his pants bulging on sides like a pocket gopher pack-ass to its burrow. Honest player shook. Never caught him in any business. Plain lucky, that kid one yellow eye. Grub out of town at noon, Bar-taking careful, nippy steps to the big and bulging pack-ass to its burrow. Honest player shook. Never caught him in any business. Plain lucky, that kid one yellow eye. Grub out of town at noon, Bar-taking careful, nippy steps to the big and bulging pack-ass to its burrow. Honest player shook. Never caught him in any business. Plain lucky, that kid one yellow eye. Grub out of town at noon, Bar-taking careful, nippy steps to the big and bulging pack-ass to its burrow. Honest player shook. Never caught him in any business. Plain lucky, that kid one yellow eye. Grub out of town at noon, Bar-taking careful, nippy steps to the big and bulging pack-ass to its burrow. Honest player shook. Never caught him in any business. Plain lucky, that kid one yellow eye. Grub out of town at noon, Bar-taking careful, nippy steps to the big and bulging pack-ass to its burrow. Honest player shook. Never caught him in any business. Plain lucky, that kid one yellow eye. Grub out of town at noon, Bar-taking careful, nippy steps to the big and bulging pack-ass to its burrow. Honest player shook. Never caught him in any business. Plain lucky, that kid one yellow eye. Grub out of town at noon, Bar-taking careful, nippy steps to the big and bulging pack-ass to its burrow. Honest player shook. Never caught him in any business. Plain lucky, that kid one yellow eye. Grub out of town at noon, Bar-taking careful, nippy steps to the big and bulging pack-ass to its burrow. Honest player shook. Never caught him in any business. Plain lucky, that kid one yellow eye. Grub out of town at noon, Bar-taking careful, nippy steps to the big and bulging pack-ass to its burrow. Honest player shook. Never caught him in any business. Plain lucky, that kid one yellow eye. Grub out of town at noon, Bar-taking careful, nippy steps to the big and bulging pack-ass to its burrow. Honest player shook. Never caught him in any business. Plain lucky, that kid one yellow eye. Grub out of town at noon, Bar-taking careful, nippy steps to the big and bulging pack-ass to its burrow. Honest player shook. Never caught him in any business. Plain lucky, that kid one yellow eye. Grub out of town at noon, Bar-taking careful, nippy steps to the big and bulging pack-ass to its burrow. Honest player shook. Never caught him in any business. Plain lucky, that kid one yellow eye. Grub out of town at noon, Bar-taking careful, nippy steps to the big and bulging pack-ass to its burrow. Honest player shook. Never caught him in any business. Plain lucky, that kid one yellow eye. Grub out of town at noon, Bar-taking careful, nippy steps to the big and bulging pack-ass to its burrow. Honest player shook. Never caught him in any business. Plain lucky, that kid one yellow eye. Grub out of town at noon, Bar-taking careful, nippy steps to the big and bulging pack-ass to its burrow. Honest player shook. Never caught him in any business. Plain lucky, that kid one yellow eye. Grub out of town at noon, Bar-taking careful, nippy steps to the big and bulging pack-ass to its burrow. Honest player shook. Never caught him in any business. Plain lucky, that kid one yellow eye. Grub out of town at noon, Bar-taking careful, nippy steps to the big and bulging pack-ass to its burrow. Honest player shook. Never caught him in any business. Plain lucky, that kid one yellow eye. Grub out of town at noon, Bar-taking careful, nippy steps to the big and bulging pack-ass to its burrow. Honest player shook. Never caught him in any business. Plain lucky, that kid one yellow eye. Grub out of town at noon, Bar-taking careful, nippy steps to the big and bulging pack-ass to its burrow. Honest player shook. Never caught him in any business. Plain lucky, that kid one yellow eye. Grub out of town at noon, Bar-taking careful, nippy steps to the big and bulging pack-ass to its burrow. Honest player shook. Never caught him in any business. Plain lucky, that kid one yellow eye. Grub out of town at noon, Bar-taking careful, nippy steps to the big and bulging pack-ass to its burrow. Honest player shook. Never caught him in any business. Plain lucky, that kid one yellow eye. Grub out of town at noon, Bar-taking careful, nippy steps to the big and bulging pack-ass to its burrow. Honest player shook. Never caught him in any business. Plain lucky, that kid one yellow eye. Grub out of town at noon, Bar-taking careful, nippy steps to the big and bulging pack-ass to its burrow. Honest player shook. Never caught him in any business. Plain lucky, that kid one yellow eye. Grub out of town at noon, Bar-taking careful, nippy steps to the big and bulging pack-ass to its burrow. Honest player shook. Never caught him in any business. Plain lucky, that kid one yellow eye. Grub out of town at noon, Bar-taking careful, nippy steps to the big and bulging pack-ass to its burrow. Honest player shook. Never caught him in any business. Plain lucky, that kid one yellow eye. Grub out of town at noon, Bar-taking careful, nippy steps to the big and bulging pack-ass to its burrow. Honest player shook. Never caught him in any business. Plain lucky, that kid one yellow eye. Grub out of town at noon, Bar-taking careful, nippy steps to the big and bulging pack-ass to its burrow. Honest player shook. Never caught him in any business. Plainucky, (Correpondence To The Gazette) Washington, D.C.-America's greatest demonstration of fighting airplanes over its two largest cities—New York and Chicago—has had an effect never planned by the War Department. The demonstration was intended to convince the two most congested cities that the government was able to defend them from an attack by enemy aircraft and in no way was intended as a threat to other nations. The exhibition of more than 600 fighting planes was turned into a threat by European newspaper correspondents filling from this country and, as a consequence of the flight, many Europeans today are sold on the idea that the United States has gone war-minded. The Russian press in particular has emphasized this angle as it aids Stalin and his associates to convince his supporters that money spent in preparation for war is fully justified. Another unfortunate thing about the demonstration is that it came on the heels of many public and private utterances about war. It had a bad effect in concentrating attention on war in the public mind and adding one more handicap to the recovery of business. Nearly all of these mentions about war have been for the purpose of finding ways to avoid them. One of the first plans offered was to "freeze prices" at the start of the next national conflict, and it excited a lot of attention in the newspapers. It did not gain much support, largely because it was obvious to all that it would not prove practical especially in the case of friendly nations at war like the case of the World War. A second plan, offered by Walter S Gifford, head of the American Telephone and Telegraph Company, is to have the Government place a tax or all war material manufactured which would amount to the exact amount of excess profit charged for them. He pointed out this would immediately shut off profiteering. A third plan was suggested by Herbert Bayard Swope who suggested muzzling the press and forcing it to print only government propaganda. I guess we better work together," she said cheerfully." This is awful rough country." "Go awn home like I told yo'all." "Oh forget it!" she snapped it. If you want to get rid of me so bad, hurry up and find our cattle." "If it wasn't toh my hand ovah foh yo'all!" the kid blurted fiercely. Continued Next Week Shoah was mysterious. They followed the fence for half an hour of steady plodding along the narval cut by the fence builders, came slap up against a sandstone where the last post stood in a drilled into solid rock and was set with cement. And that was it, though. Couldn't even ride along the edge of the willows because it was just a mess of broken and rubble from the steep slope evidently stood above the ledge. More more the kid turned Pecos around, and rode back along the road. He crossed a creek bed covered with sun-bleached cobblestones stagnant pools in the hollows. The fence became a brush and barrier higher than the kid's head. Animal bigger than a rabbit could climb through there. He rode another smile or two before he came to the other arm of the sandstone ledge, a hour or more later Pecos stopped the crest of a long ridge and stood braced legs, completely wined by the steep climb, though the kid been considerate enough to come on his own feet. He had plenty of time to rest and while the wind pleasantly dried his tiny hide, for the kid sat down with knees hunched up to brace his waist, and through the glasses very fully examined this strange conation of hills and hollows and canyons. The kid moved his glasses a little and a horseman just riding out of sight and a chokecherry thicket. He seeme be coming down the canyon. The kid rode slowly along the canyonom, playing his mouth organ as he and letting his long legs sway to rhythm of the tune. The kid's lightened with a peculiar gleam the tune he was playing never ended a note, until a black horse and I came into view. The kid gave one look and the music ceased with snark. Ille Murray, dressed in her dead her's overalls and blue gingham, with her thick bralid of yellow sweeping the cattle of her saddle he rode! She carried her dad's in the crook of her arm, as if meant to meet danger a little more halfway, and as the two horses ped of their own accord she lifted to smoke it. His mind went shutting back and forth, weaving Nellie's story into certain puzzling fragments of information he had never been able to make anything of. "Of course he had nerve! Too much. He wanted to get the goods on that bunch without dragging the neighbors into it. He never told them what he was doing, but he told father." "Plumb strange you'll nevah mentioned it, when we talked these things ovah at the cabin. Peahls like I wasn't trusted at no time." "I didn't know it then. Mother knew, but they were afraid to talk about it, much. She only told me early this morning, when we found out our cattle were gone. I rode down to the pasture to bring up the cows and there wasn't a hoof in sight. I saw where they'd been driven off, and when I went to tell mother, she told me the whole story." "Shoah would like to know what yoh mothah said," he observed, in what would have been a cold and formal tone, except that the kid's soft Texas voice made a pleasing melody whenever he spoke. "Mother told me Ed was always trying to figure out why the Poole had it in for the nesters, after letting them settle in the valley without making a fuss. Ed did a lot of riding outside the valley. The Poole claimed he was rustling valves, but that's a lie. I know how we got every hoof we owned. We only had forty-two head. Now we haven't got any." "If you brothah got proof—" "He got enough to put the fear of the Lord into Walter Bell," she declared bitterly. "We don't know whether they saw Ed watching them, or whether the Eastern owners wrote back and told Walt what Ed said about him and his outfit. The Poole certainly must have found somehow, and it wasn't from any of the valley folks, for they don't know it. The Poole started in—dry-gluching, if you know what that means, and I suppose you do, all right." She sent him a quick glance and looked away again when the kid failed to meet her eyes. "Before, it was just mean range tricks—hogging the range and accusing the nesters of rustling calves and killing beef and all that. But all at once they started killing. Ed was one of the first—" "If you'd give me the brands so I'd especially in the case of friendly nu-tions at war, like the case of World War. A second plan, offered by Walter S Grifford, head of the American Telephone and Telegraph Company, is to have the Government place a tax on all war material manufactured, which would amount to the exact amount of excess profit charged for them. He pointed out this immediately shut off profiteering. A third plan was suggested by Herbert Bayard Swope, who suggested muzzling the press and forcing it to print only government propaganda. All these suggestions were cables across to Europe as showing that this country was fully as warrinded as European countries. When taken in conjunction with the display of force in the air it had the unwanted effect of fanning the flames of international biterness. Taxpayers who may have criticized the mobilization of 600 planes as being an additional financial burden on them will be appeased by the announcement by F. Trubee Davidson, Assistant Secretary of War in charge of the air forces, in which he says the demonstration will not cost the public a cent. Each year the flying personnel of the army and navy is required to be in the air a certain number of hours. This year plans were made so that the exhibition became a part of this flying time, which would have cost just a much if it had not been held. Administration forces are well pleased at the reaction of business men to President Hoover's economy program part of which has resulted in the closing up of twenty-two obsolete army posts, and making additional savings for the post office department. Hoover saving every dollar possible, where does not force men out of jobs, and I could save even more if his hands were not tied by Congress, which practical orders certain amounts to be spent for government activities. Washington is disappointed but not surprised at the outcome of the conference between eleven wheat export nations. Their failure to agree on an program that called for reduced planting did not achieve the result that hoped for here. Officials are wonderin ANAHEIM GAZETTE Indiana's Best Ernestine Watson, 17, and William Sanders, were adjudged the healthiest boy and girl in Indiana. exactly what thought Sam McKelvie had in mind when he praised the work of the conference regarding wheat restrictions, although he was the only man present to commit his country to a policy of smaller acreage. Observers here wonder whether he received private assurances at the meeting that differed from the public announcements. The Farm Board, while admitting their wheat pool is going to cost the government money, justifies its costly support of prices by asserting that its action enabled wheat growers to unload their crops at a price ranging from 65 to 80 cents a bushel instead of around 40 cents, which they would have been forced to accept if their pool had quarter (SEI) or Township 5 North S. B. B. & M. Together with all tenements, hereditary tenances thereunto be wise appertaining. Notice is hereby given day, the 25th day of o'clock A.M., of sale to sell in front of the South Entrance, in Ana, at public auction for cash in L. United States, all the interest of said either of them) of described property, as may be necessary to satisfy said judge and costs. GIVEN, under my of June, 1931. LOGAN J. Allen L. Lyon, Fullet Attorneys for Plainfield 6-4-3t DR. strictions, although he was the only man present to commit his country to a policy of smaller acreage. Observers here wonder whether he received private assurances at the meeting that differed from the public announcements. The Farm Board, while admitting their wheat pool is going to cost the government money, justifies its costly support of prices by asserting that its action enabled wheat growers to unload their crops at a price ranging from 65 to 80 cents a bushel instead of around 40 cents, which they would have been forced to accept if their pool had not been operated. The largest co-operative society to receive government support is the National Fruit and Vegetable Exchange, Inc. This group makes the eighth national co-operative marketing agency to be formed, and is one of the largest of all groups. It has a nucleus of more local co-operative associations already operating than any of the others. A meeting of its members will be held in this city in the near future. It is expected to be in full operation early this fall. Danger to Kiddies Playing in Streets Look out for small children on the highways and in the streets! E. Raymond Cato, superintendent of the California Highway Patrol, has issued this warning to motorists of the state, pointing out that the end of the school term shortly will release thousands of children for the vacation period, thereby increasing the accident hazard to a marked degree. While the responsibility of keeping the children off the streets belongs largely to the parents, Cato declared it the duty of the motorists to be eternally watchful to see that children are not injured. "It is a sad fact," Cato added, "that 166 children under 10 years of age were killed by the automobile in California last year and that 1,758 under 10 were injured. Of the total children killed, 69.87 percent were classed as pedestrians thus showing that the greater percentage of these accidents occurred among children playing in or walking along the streets and roads." These figures should serve to make every motorist pause and ponder his responsibility." Did you ever stop to figure up what would happen to the wheat market if every family in America would consume an extra loaf of bread per day for a week, and if each family which could afford it would pass on an extra loaf to one family which couldn't afford it? POISON in Your bowels! 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Heck, why not make it a nickel and let 'em buy an ice cream cone?—Boston Herald. The surest way to prevent European wars is for Uncle Sam to announce that he will not finance them another time—Atlanta Constitution.