Evening Star Newspaper, May 1, 1940, Page 26

Anne Eliot, & Maasillon. Ohio. girl inherits the' Powder Hoin Sentinel when Carl Rogers. her uncle. is killed rom ambush in_the land-grant feud v Russell Mosely's Hat T riders. As she stepk from the stagecoach at Blanco, Buck Sneve, a Hat T man. shoots at redheaded Jim Siicoit. now editor of the Sentinel, but is shot dead as Siloott disappears in a house across the street. This gunplay had followed Buck's appearance in the Trail's with Jud Prentiss. his foreman. and other Hat T men. Jud dragging Jesse Lamprey after him. ' Jud accused Jesse of double-crossing Mosely in the feud. Jesse's younger brother Phil refused 10 leave without Jesse, and was about to hit Phil. Silcott. waiting for a poker game asked if Mosely's orders ‘included beating up the boy. Angrily. Jud warned Jim. then siashed Jesse with his aquirt until Jesse fell writhing to the floor. Jud left with his men and lay in wait for Jim. Rufe Jelks takes Anne to the Sentinel office and Jud and his men shoot it up but leave when they learn Anne is inside. Jim refuses to quit. saying he can't let Mosely “drive him out.” Sheriff Lawson doesn’t arrest Jim when Anne sava she will cover the fown with nosters telling the truth. Mosely offers to buy the Sentinel but Anne savs she wil run it herself Anne had been enzaged to Jesse in Massillon and she thanks Phil when he asks if he can do anything for her. Mosely rebukes Jud_ for in- ferring 'that represerted his em- lover in his attacks on Jim and Jesse. CHAPTER IX “You sent for me, Mr. Mosely, Kennedy said. The ranch owner did not even look at Pesky. Mosely's gaze was on the foreman. “T investigated that gun fight too.” he told Prentiss. “You told me Silcott began f{t. ‘That's not the case. Sneve fired the first shot and the rest of you Joined in with him. You shot at Silcott while he was crossing the street. He hadn't an idea you were anywhere around. Did you lie in wait for him?” J “No.” exploded Prentiss. “Sneve saw him and went crazy with the heat. He had to back his play, didn’t we?” “Why? If he plays fool do you have to do it t00?” Mosely added. with a jeering laugh, “I must say Silcott made you look like a bunch of amateurs. You're not thorough enough to be & bad man, Jud.” “Make up vore mind one way or Another. Russ.” the foreman snarled. “First yvou roast me for shooting at him, then for not rubbing him out. ‘What in Mexico do you want?" | Mosely sat beside the table which served as a desk. his forearm rest- ing on it, his jaw thrust forward. “T'll tell you what I don't want. One thing is to have to send & nurse flong with my hands when they go to town for fear some lone scoundrel will catch them in a huddle and | wipe them out. Another is for them to interfere in my affairs without orders and make trouble I have to explain away. Il decide when Sil- cott, or anybody else, has run on the rope long enough.” Kennedy Is Puzzled. Kennedy's gaze whipped from the Hat T boss to Prentiss and back again. He did not quite get this situation. Russ had not sent for him to cuss him out about the Blanco fight, for he had not been one of the men in town that day. Pesky ‘was uneasy, for private reasons of his own which he did not want to discuss, least of all with Mosely. But why not wait to call him on the carpet. if that was what he was here for, after he had finished laying down the law to Prentiss? The cow- | puncher was no fool. His groping mind found the reason. Mosely wanted to humiliate the foreman by putting him in his place before one of the men. 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Correct me if I'm wrong.” Kennedy Is Caught. | The sulky face of the crook-nosed | man flushed. He thought: This man is a, devil. He knows everything. | You can't take a step without him | finding it out. He said: “I run outa ured—" that nobody could see you hotfoot- ing it to an enemy of the ranch that pays you to look after its inter- | ests. Not after dark, if you took the Hardscrabble trail. But you were | mistaken, weren't you? And you've | been there before.” The range rider knew he had been | trapped. Mosely had suspected him and sent him to Sweetwater Spring to give him a chance to ride across to Bar’s ranch. With the sleeve of his shirt Kennedy wiped tiny sweat | beads from his brow. | anger in him, but there was also | fear. Hard character though he was | he knew better than not to be afraid of Russ Mosely's vengeance. “You sent me there yore own self, | with Peter Yeager. to drive back | them strays the muley dun led off.” Pesky cried. worry riding the exas- peration in his voice. “T didn't tell you to stay for sup- per, did 1?” “Shucks! was there. We kinda had to eat.’ “And you had to go back again two or three times. Was it tobacco or strays you were after?” Kennedy Is Fired. | The eves in the ugly, flat-featured face of the foreman watched Ken- nedy jealously. He guessed what the magnet was that had drawn the man back to the Tincup Creek coun- try. The pretty face and engaging ways of Betty Overstreet had lured him. Jud had coveted the girl him- | self, and at a dance on Hardscrabble | Creek had been publicly snubbed by | her. “If you think I was tipping him off anything, youyre wrong,” Pesky | blurted. “A man can't work for the Hat T and serve two masters,” Mosely told the puncher. “You're through. | Here’s your check. One thing I | won't stand is & two-timer.” | 'em around, I reckon,” the crook- e working for me or for Bar Over- | tobacco, and after it got dark I fig- | | Mosely cut him off. “You figured | There was | The bell rang while we “Don’t want more than one of THE EVENI nosed man flung at his employex re- sentfully, and was shocked at his own sudacity. “Suits me fine. I can get another job. The Hat T ain't the only ranch on earth.” The narrowed eyes of Moseiy flashed venom. “For two cents I would thresh you within an inch of your Jife, ¥ou fool. If I wouldn't soil my hands doing it. Get out of here. Don't ever let me see your face again.” Kennedy backed to the door. “I'm on my way, and glad to go,” he sald. “There ain't a man on the place don't despise you—and yore lousy foreman too. He vanished from the entrance, but Jud Prentiss was on his feet in an instant. It was amazing how swiftly a man so big and awkward could cover the ground. He was on Pesky before Yhe man had reached the porch steps. Prentiss Surprises Kennedy. | All the bilious rage banked in the | foreman during the past few minutes boiled up in him. His fury at Mosely, his jealousy, his anger at Kennedy for having been present at his humiliation, all worked to- gether to welcome an outlet of violent action. | As Pesky turned, Jud’s hairy fist | lashed out and cought the cowboy on the jaw. Kennedy was caa- pulted from the porch, and before he could scramble up Prentiss landed on his body with both feet. Pesky rolled away and reached his knees, only to be hammered down | | again. Bruised and bleeding, he managed | to get to his feet, but could put up no defense. His legs were buckling | beneath him as he staggered back. | | The world had turned foggy for { him, and it tilted wildly. He tried / | up painfully. His swollen and dis- | don’t stay in Blanco. Keep going.” | | beating, but he was no coward. | like,” he answered sullenly, getting to go into a clinch and was driven away by heavy swinging blows. Arms dropped and torso sagged. Prentiss sent home a piledriver right and Pesky collapsed. He went down and out. i Jud clenched his teeth and moved toward him. Y “That will be enough, unless you want to kill him,” Mosely said callously. He was leaning against the door jamb, his hands in his pockets. “Quite a massacre, Jud You never gave him a chance for,his white alley.” “You wouldn't care if T did kil him, except for being scared folks would criticise you,” Prentiss said sullenly, his big fists still clenched, his chest heaving with violent exertion. “Don't do it on my ranch.” Kennedy No Coward. Kennedy opened his eyes and sat | torted face looked as if it had been pounded with & hammer. “Roll up your war bag and get out of here,” Mosely ordered. “And The cowboy had taken a tzmblei “I'll stay in Blanco long as I to his feet with difficulty. & free country.” The hairy fists of the foreman tightened. “If you haven't had enough, there's more where that came from.” he threatened. “I've had enough—right now,” Kennedy replied, standing his| ground. “But this thing ain't| ended.” “Fine,” Prentiss gloated. finish it now.” “That will do, Jud “This is | “We'll | the Hat T tary. finest. All Washed Rurs Sized Free DIEN Except. 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This was no time to use it, but he did not intend to be caught again in a position where he could not defend himself. A man with a face almost as raw | as & pounded steak walked into the office of the Sentinel and asked Anne where he could find Jim 8il- cott. The young woman did not answer at once. She was.a little careful about directing men to Jim until she had looked them over. “Do you want to see him on busi- ness?” she asked. “On his business,” the man an- | swered. | Anne had never seen such a bat- tered face. There were a dozen cuts, | one eye was almost entirely closed and both of them were surrounded | by green and yellow discolorations. | Swollen knobs jutted out from | cheeks and forehead like mountains | on a contour map. | “You have been hurt,” Anne said, with intent to get more light on the | object of his call. | “Kindness of Jud Prentiss and | Russ Mosely,” he replied grimly. NG STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, WEDNESDAY, MAY 1, 1940, “Oh! Have you come to get some- thing put in the paper about it?” “Cripes, no!” the man exploded. “I want to see Silcott personally, like I sald. 1s he here—or not?” “Yes, he's here.” Anne raised her voice. “Some one to see you, Mr. Silcott.” Jim came to the front of the suilding. He had to look at Kénnedy twice before he recognized him. “’Lo, Pesky,” he said. “Was it a bear or a buzz saw?” Kennedy Tells Silcott. “It was Jud Prentiss, egged on by his boss. He beat me up plenty with his fists, but most of the dam- age he did with his boots.” “He must have been a little an- noyed at you,” the editor said dryly. “Yep. Russ gave him what for | right before me, and he didn't like that. When I told him he was as lousy as Russ himself, he jumped me. I was not expecting him so quick the first time he knocked me down, but he would have cleaned up on me anyhow so it doesn't mat- ter much.” | “He kicked you when you were down?” “That's the general idea. He caved | in two of my ribs. Doc Head has got me strapped up.” “I reckon you and the Hat T had | a little difference of opinion belorz} | hostilities started.” “Russ accused me of double- crossing him and gave me my time.” “What have you been up to, Pesky?” | (To be continued.) Lewis and Toledano Objectives Held Same The major objectives of John I.. Lewis, president of the Congress of Industrial Organizations, and Lom- bardo Toledano, head of the Mex: can C. T. M., labor organization, are the same—“the unification of work- ers by political means for common economic advantage’—Dr. Glenn Levin Swiggett of this city declared yesterday at Indiana University, Bloomington, Ind. Dr. Swiggett's talk was the fifth of a series of extra-campus lectures on Latin America. To obtain the Lewis and Toledano objectives now, continued Dr. Swig- gett, “labor must likewise be unified in those countries with which we are promoting trade relations. 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