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Show BEAR RIVER VALLEY LEADER, THURSDAY, APRIL 9, 1931 iy. Interestedly, as ittuugb seeiug r" 3. W. Ault and wife, of Logan, were radiating the transparent ivory face. In admiration for the first time ancalling on T. R. Ault Friday. now it was Yancey Cravat who II other sign that shouH have warned But Friday night a number of relatives held their fascinated eye. Willi -the brash Felice. When he spoke It friends met at the house of H. A. and defiant Sabra he the swung cowboy yip . The social given by the losers of was with utter gentk-nessLish in honor of his birthday. A dane in his Cim in the and the air boy high the drive was very successful and ev"I'm no farmer. I'm no rancher. luncheon was served and games arms them up, so that tossed ing great eryone in town and some I didn't want a st'; ".n of farm 'land, were the diversion of the evening. Sabra screamed, and Cim squealed in people cookies and and enjoyed punch anyway. The town' where I belong, sake! Mr. and Mrs. Wilford Miller and terror and delight a dance. for tbe town mingled "So 1 off my horse and down to the and I should have "Week from tomorrow," announced daughter, Virginia, visited relatives Mrs. Leona thousites. were entertained ten the at There Fryer iv,na of gully's edse. There, the animal lay In something like a shout so and Petersboro the week Yancey, Logan his eyes ail whites, his poor legs sand and over Kruii4 up In a night exulting it seemed. "We'll start on a sewing club at her home here Thurs- end. Run. afternoon. Wngallala Sperry douhled under him, his flanks black during the fresh and fair. Two wagons. day Mrs. Chris Hansen spent a pleasant ! and Its the last Monday, Friday afternoon Mrs. Fred Har-woo- d sticky with sweat and diet. He Wawhuska Osae-One with the printing outfit you'll week with her daughter, Mrs. Earns, In new frontier and children, of Salt Lake spent America, that country. was done for, all right. I took out drive that Sabra and one with the at American Falls. 's and aimed right be There Isn't a newspaper in one of household goods end bedding and the week end here with Mrs. I my Mrs. Annie Germer visited her tween his eyes, lie kicked once, sort those towns or wasn't, when I left camp stuff and the rest We ought to parents, Mr, and Mrs. M. A. I want to go back there and help build at Salt Lake, last week. Lish. daughter, make It in nine days. . , . Wichita !" a state out of prairie and Indians and Mr. and Mrs. Lloyd lish Sunday, A our number from ward attended Ills glance went round the room, and scrub oaks and red clay. For Itll be and and daughter, Jesson, J .Harry, conference at Salt Lake. in that glance you saw not only a state some day mark my words." sie Mr. and and Mrs. Duett Love May, Miss Marble Jennie visited relatives had "I've Wichita! but Venables! "Ho bum," yawned Cousin .Touett land and daughter, Mildred Jean, moof It Sabra, my girl, we'll in Ogden and Salt Lclie last week. enough Goforth. and rose, fumblingly. "This leave all the middle-clas- s , Mr. and Mrs. Arlen Dewey, of Og- tored to Ogden. respectabilhas all been very Interesting odd. A number of young folks attended of Wichita, Kan., behind us. We're den, have moved in our community. but Interesting. But If you will excuse ity Mr. and Mrs. Irven Stohl and little the dance at Garland Saturday night G d, to a brand tew, out, going by me now I shall have my little siesta. "Kir T Tltmh art A. Mr,U. T , W. a ... country, full of daughter, of Ogden, were calling on! I VA I am accustomed after dinner . . .' n two-gurelatives and rattlesnakes and here den, and "with Injuns spent Sunday. Saturday Sunday Lewis Venable, so long silent now toters and gyp water and desper-ab-doMr. and Mrs. Walter Sudsberry and their parents, Mr .and Mrs. T. R. too, reached for his cane and prepared Whoop-- !" children were in Ogden last week. Ault, of this place. ",, to rise. He was not quick enough. The hill side was visited bv a larcf Mr. and Mrs. 0. G. Harwood and Felice Venable's hand, thin, febrile, CHAPTER II children, of Ogden, were guests of number of children and young folks darted out and clutched his coat sleeve their parents, Mr. and Mrs. Peter Jen- from all over the valley Saturday and him so be back he that pressed Will next week sen, here Sunday. begin came at once prisoner and Judge in his Sunday. All had the Easter spirit. chair at the head of the table. Mr. Bert Firth and George Stark "Lewis Venable, you heard him! Are you going to sit there? He says were in Ogden on business Tuesday. In & months time our company has paid $15,000.00 to Utah Mr. and Mrs. T. V. Summers and he's going back. How about your policy holders to fix wrecked cars. $1238.00, of which was daughter?" She turned blazing black family are permanently located in paid Box Elder County policy holders. Ask the man who "Do you mean their small house previously occupied eyes on her carries the STATE MUTUAL AUTO INSURANCE you're going back to that Indian coun by Reginald Summers. try? Do you?" Phone 70-0.- 1. LELAND J. HANSON Local Agent "I'll be back therein two weeks. And remember, It's white man's coun try now." Sabra stood up, the boy Cim grasped about his middle in ber arms, so that he Sort of 8at Up and Looked he began to whimper, dangling there. Around Her. Her eyes were startled, enormous. 1 "Yancey Yancey, you're not leaving of leaped or tried to, and then lay me again 1" on Irrigated Land. 6V2 per to see still. I stood there a minute, "Leaving you, my beauty!" He If he had to have another. He was cent. No commissions. so game that, some way, I didn't want strode over to ber. "Not by a long time This with shot you're going to give him more than he needed. JOHN J.SHUMWA1 "Then something made me turn me." "And I she's Ven Phones: Felice B. R. V. 69.a-not!" Bell, 129 say round. The girl had mounted my able It out "And are neither rapped She was off toward the mustang. fine fellow. You were tricked creek section. Before I h:id moved you, my out of your land by a trollop In tights, ten paces she had reached the very and that ends It You'll stay here - - - piece I had marked in my mind for with your wife and child." my own. She leaped from the horse, He shook his great head gently. His ripped off her skirt tied It to her voice was dulcet riding whip that she still held tight in "I'm going back to the Oklahoma Six Weeks Old Pullets for her hand, dug the whip butt Into the ; and Sabra and Cim with me.' country soil of the prairie planted her flag "Spring Delivery Felice whirled on her husband. and the land was hers by right of "Lewis! You can sit there and see claim." Why brood your own chicks THE VALUE OF YOUK INSURANCE PROTECTION IS MBAS-URE- D your daughter dragged off to be Yancey Cravat stopped talking. when you can purchase pullets scalped among savages!" BY THE RELIABILITY OF THE COMPANY BACK OF IT. There was a moment of stricken at six weeks of age as cheaply The sick man raised his fine white AGENCY THIS REPRESENTS ONLY WELL KONWN AND PROVsilence. Sabra Cravet staring, staring as you can produce them yourEN at her husband with great round eyes. neaa. xne raaea blue eyes were OFFERING EVERY NEEDED FORM OF INCOMPANIES, self. turned on the girt The child, sensing Lewis Venable, limp, yellow, tremulous. SURANCE PROTECTION. Then are assured of a you conflict had buried his head In her Felice Venable, upright and quivering. IT WONT COST YOU ANYTHING TO ASK US FOR INFORMAbird because superior quality shoulder. "You came with me, Felice, when who was she It spoke first And of the methods employed in TION AND ADVICE. WE SHALL BE GLAD TO TELL YOU EVmore than and ago, twenty years your she did she was every Inch the thrifty brooding. ERYTHING mother WE CAN ABOUT EFFICIENT, DEPENDABLE INwere to the you going thought nothof French forbears; descendant Call and inspect my plant and wilderness, too. You remember? She SURANCE PROTECTION. ing of the southern belle about her. be convinced. Place your order cried and made mourning for weeks." "Yancey Cravat do you mean that now to insure getting pullets at dif"Sabra's different Sabra's you let her have your quarter section a time most suited to your conon the creek that you had gone to ferent." PHONE US TODAY B. V. R. PHONE 101 dition. The of voice man sick the had reedy the Indian territory for! That you C. had been gone a month fori That the ghostly carrying quality of an , echo. You heard it above the woman's you had left your wife and child for! Phone 435 Brigham, Utah shrill clamor. she Felice. " "No, isn't, That "Now, mamma!" Ton saw that all She's more like you this minute than the Venable In Sabra was summoned you are yourself. She favors those to keep the tears from her eyes, and pioneer women Yancey was telling that thus denied they had crowded about in the old days. Look at her." The Venable eye. from one end of themselves Into her trembling voice. the tabe to the other, turned like a "Now, mamma!" "Don't you 'now mamma' me ! What single orb In Its socket toward the e of the land that you were to have young woman facing them with In her bearing. Not defiance, had! It was bad enough to think of your going to that wilderness, but perhaps, so much as resolve. Seeing to " She paused. Her voice took on her, head up, standing there beside a new and more sinister note. "I her husband, one arm about the child, don't believe a word of It." She you 6aw that what her father said whirled on Yancey, her black eyes was Indeed true. She was her mother, the Felice Venable of two decades blazing. "Why did you let that trollop In the black tights have that ago ; she was the woman in sunbonnet and calico to whom Yancey had given land?" Yancey regarded this question with his cup of water; she was the woman miles In covered considerable judicial calm, but Felice, jolting endless wagons, spinning in log cabins, cookknowing him, might have been warned ing over crude fires ; she was all womby the way his great head was lowered like that of a charging bull en who have traveled American prairie and desert and mountain and plain. buffalo. "If It had been a man I could have The pioneer type, as Yancey had said. shot him. A good many had to, to Potentially a more formidable woman keep tbe land they'd run fairly for. than her mother. Seeing something of this, Felice VenBut you can't shoot a woman." "Why not?" demanded the erstwhile able said again, more loudly, as though to convince herself, "She's not to go." southern belle, sharply. Looking more than ever like her The Venables, as one man, gave a little Jump. A nervous sound, that mother, Sabra met this stubbornly. was half gasp and half shocked titter, "But I want to go, mamma." "I forbid It You don't know what went round the Venable board A startled "Felice!" was wrung from you want You don't know what you're Lewis Venable. "Why, mamma !" said talking about. I say you'll stay here with your mother and father in decent Sabra. I've heard enough. I Yancey Cravat, enormously vital, civilization. felt rising within him the tide of Ir- hope this will serve a lesson to you, Yancey." ritability which this vitiated family al"I'm going back to the Nation," said ways stirred In him. Something now about their shocked and staring faces, Yancey, quite pleasantly. Sabra stiffened. "I'm going with their lolling and graceful forms, him." The combined Venables, nerves roused In him an unreasoning rebellion. He suddenly hated them. He on edge, leaped in their chairs and wanted to be free of them. He wanted then looked at each other with some to be free of them of Wichita of hostility. CONOCO Gasoline h blended, just a ran bean cheerfully through "And I say you're not" convention of smooth custom of THEeastern window. The tub tie carefully as the finest coffee. "But I want to go." He now smiled his no, not of her. of the morning coffee adds In CONOCO bU nit gasolint fragrance "You don't" brilliant sweet smile which alone ten to the morning air, advance nofind: Natural Gasoline, for you'll have warned Felice Venshould Ferhaps Sabra had not realised until tice of the joy to come as you give the n Gasoline, jr;;Striigtt-ru9ct on now she had how counted able. But that Intrepid matriarch was terribly "cup test" to the coffee bltnd of your for pontr and long miUtgt; Cracked her husband's return as marking the choice. Coffee roasting is important, not one to let a tale go unpointed. k Gasoline, for ks qualities. of course, but the most skillful roaster "I'm mighty pleased, for one, that It time when she would be free to leave Motorists are fast learning that this is cannot make a popular coffee from turned out as It did. Do you suppose tbe Venable board, to break away from so. The retuh is a fast increasing group just one type of coffee bean. Fd have allowed a daughter of mine the Venable clan ; no more to be banof gasoline connoisseurs who have The coffee connoisseur would not a Venable to go traipsing down died, talked over, peered at by the added to their knowledge of the good deign to drink coffee made from sininto the wilderness to live among Venable eye and most of all by tbe things of life the fact that good gaao bean. of Neither should the gle type d drunken plainsmen, and maternal Venable eye. Twenty-one- , line must be bltnlti. allow unmotorist an domthoughtful of her mother's toothless scrags In calico, and trollops and the yoke The CONOCO Red Triangle mark blended hit fuel to into gasoline go In tights I Never ! It's over now, and inance was beginning to gall her. Now, the 1 pots where CONOCO BalaacttV tank. Gasoline must be blended if it is a mighty good thing, too. Perhaps at her own Inner rage and sickening Blend Gasoline may be found. Try to possess all the vital properties connow, Yancey, youll stop this ramping disappointment all the Iron In her tained in the three types of gasoline. up and down and be content to run fused and hardened. It had gone less that newspaper of yours and conduct often to the fire than tbe older woman's bad. For tbe first time this qualyour law practice tueh as It l with m more talk of this Indian ter- ity la ber met that of her mother, sad ritory. A daughter of mine la boots the metal of tbe older woman beat "I will ge," said Sabra Cravat and calico and ranbotmet, if you If aayoo bad been looking at Lewis among savages. pleas, Venable at that moment (which no one Seared as she was I If o. Indeed." "i i Yancey was strangely silent He was tf tnonaht of doinrl) he could bare -smile moraoeUrlly lr ms whit erftlcaJbands bU ghostly la tomsjlaf ber hair oat of her eyee like some one Cs marron By ferber EDNA PAGE TflREfcJ ti-e- wlio'd been esleeii. She pointed down tbe fully. Tbe black of ber face was streaked with tears. "Shoot hirer ehe said. 1 can't. Hig two forelegs are broken. I heard them crark. Shoot him! For God's Deweyville out-of-to- Har-wood- Copyright by Edn WNU Frixr. Servlc. two-fiste- Those of you who are reading our new story "Cimmaron" no doubt were disappointed last week. ..Owing to our crowded pages we were unable to run an installment "What happened? to the old man?" What happened Yancey's pliant hands flew op In a gesture of inevitability. "Oh, he was trampled to death In the mad mob that charged over him. Cra2y. They old couldn't stop for a whiskers with a quart flask." Out of the murmur of horror that now arose about the Venable board there emerged the voice of Felice Venable, with disapproval "And the girL The girl with the black " Unable to say It Southern. "The girl and I funny, I never did learn her name were In the lead because we had stuck to the old trail. The girl was close behind me. That thoroughbred she rode was built for A race horse, peed, not distance. blooded. I could hear him blowing. He was trained to short bursts. My Indian pony was just getting his second wind as her horse slackened into a trot We had come nearly sixteen miles. I was well In the lead by that time, with the girl following. We had left the others behind, hundreds going this way, hundreds that, scattering for miles over the prairie. Then I saw that the prairie ahead was afire. The tall grass was blazing. Only the narone-legg- ed well-bre- d sharp-edge- d - row trail down which we were galloping was open. On either side of It was a wall of flame. Some skunk of a sooner, sneaking In ahead of the Run, had set the blaze to keep the boomers off, saving the land for himself. The dry grass burned like oiled paper. I turned around. The girl was there, her racer stumbling, breaking and going on, his head lolling now. I saw her motion with her hand. She was coming. I whipped off my hat and clapped It over Whitefoot's eyes, gave him the spurs, crouched down low and tight, shut my own eyes, and down the trail we went into the furnace. Hot! It was h 1. I could smell the singed hair on the flanks of the mustang. My own hair was singeing. I could feel the flames licking my legs and back. Another hundred yards and neither the horse nor I could have come through It Dut we broke out Into the open, choking and blinded and half suffocated. I looked down the lane of flame. The girl hung on her horse's neck. Her skullcap was pulled down over her eyes. She was coming through game. I knew that my land the piece that 1 had come through hell for was not more than a mile ahead. I knew that hanging around here would probably get me a shot through the head, for the sooner that started that fire must be lurking somewhere in the high grass ready to kill anybody that tried to lay claim to his land. I began to wonder, too, If that girl wasn't headed for the same section that I was bound for. I made up my mind that, woman or no woman, this was a race, and devil take the hindmost My poor little pony was coughing and sneezing and trembling. Her racer must have been ready to drop. I wheeled and went on. I kept thinking how, when I came to Little Bear creek, I'd bathe my little mustang's nose and face and his poor heaving flanks, and how I mustn't let him drink too much, once he got his muzzle In the water. "Just before I reached the land I was riding for I had to leave the trail and cut across the prairie. I could see a clump of elms ahead. I knew the creek was near by. But Just before I got to it I came on one of those deep gullies you find In the plains Almost ten feet across this country. one was, and deep. No way around It that I could see, and no time to look for one. I put Whitefoot to the leap and, by 0 d, he took It landing on the other side with hardly an Inch to spare. I heard a wild scream me. I turned. The girl on her spent racer had tried to make the gulch. He had actually taken It a thoroughbred and a gentleman, that animal but he came down on his knees just on the farther edge, rolled, and slid down the gully side Into the ditch. The girl had flung herself free. My claim was fifty yards away. So was the girl, with her dying horse. She lay there on the prairie. As I raced toward her my own poor little mount was nearly gone by this time be scrambled to her knees. I can see Iter fact now, black with cinders and soot and dirt, her hair all ever ber shoulders, her cheek bleeding where he had struck stone In bar fan, her black tights torn, ber little start skirt She sort of Mt tM sagging. looked arownd ker. Tkea sae tattered to her feet before I roacbod ber s4 BUod taer twailag, aM -- be-kin- d t -- son-in-la- Unlimited Money to LOAN CALL 15 For a free demonstration on the MAYTAG Also to see the new IRONER A demonstration will give you a chance on the ree 2; Maytag or Ironer which is to be given away ( MAYTAGSHOP Tremonton Utah FOR SALE DEPENDABLE PROPERTY INSURANCE JAMES BROUGH Elias Jensen Insurance Bonds Notary Public defl-ane- ... Like Coffee the best Gasoline is Blended i tnti-knot- one-legge- v 7 CONOCO THB BALANCED 1LEND GASOLINE i f |
