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THE CANTON HERALD
FRIDAY MAY 15, 1831
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some other nesters. He shoots Gor-
ham through both ears for coup-
ling his name with Wheeler’s wid-
ow. Later he rescues a girl, Nellie,
and her dad from Gorham, wound-
ing 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 Gar-
ner the nesters are planning an at-
tack on the Poole outfit. He meets
Jess Markel, a Texan who is boss
of the Poole wagon crew.
Babe jumped when the Kid whirled and fired.
yard, walking kinda slow and care- of a killer!”
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i twinkling blue eye half closed to
। let the tiger look through that
yellow right eye of his. He stepped
T. L. Wynne was elected presi-
dent of the Rotary Club at Athens
recently at a meeting of the board
of directors. This young attorney
is a son of Mr. and Mrs. W. B.
Wynne of Wills Point and has
many friends in his home town
and county who will be pleased to
learn of the merited honor con-
ferred upon him by his associates
in the city where he located sev-
eral years ago.
Saturday Night. •
“The Final Destiny of the Wiolr
ed and the Righteous,” T. K. Ir-
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Babe’s voice calling out some
careless remark to the foreman i
came to him at last, and over at!
the log house beyond the cotton-1
wood some one was pounding on
a tin pan to say dinner was ready. ।
She locked up at him blankly,
| her eyes too full of her tragedy
to se aught else.
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with the foreman scowled
turned his face the other
walking wide of the kid.
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dropped the second gun and stood
there, holding two bloody fists out
before him, staring from them to
the kid.
"Yc'all stop wheah yoah at,” the
day in May:
Friday Program.
9:30 a. m. -Devotional.
i “What the Necessary Qualifica-
that tions for a Sout Winner?” R. P.
1 Campbell.
“What Is the Gospel?" Edmond
Tucker.
Then Nellie came running from
somewhere up along the base of
the ridge.
“You! What’ve you done? What'd
you do it for? Ma—oh, Mother,
don‘t1» I the drowning victims, since swim-
Pity tore at the kid’s heart as ming pools are opening up for the
he looked at the two of them cow- season. There has never been but
ering together, but his voice was one known way of avoiding
gently insistent. strangulation, around swimming
“If yo’all would get away so I holes, and that, is to hang one S E
can tote him inside-” clothes on a hickory limb- and ,
“Come, Mother.” Obediently the never 8o near the water. SE
girl began pulling and coaxing.
“We must get him in—You go fix
the bed, Mother—"
“Yes—yes, I’ll go spread up the
bed—"
I With the limp, bony old man
I sagging a deadweight in his young
arms, the kid went into the house.
Little old pappy had been shot in
the back when he walked out into
EX-SENATOR MAYFIELD TO
MAKE HOME IN TYLER
The papers are now recording,
in theah killin’s, nohow. He kaln’t
kill no mo’—lessen he kicks ’em * a piece. The kid's heart thumped "Th.: I. 1.
like a mule.” I80 he could feel it. He rode for- of Confidence
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"Jess had both guns out, Mr.
Bell,” the foreman here remarked,
and pointed to the two smeared
six-shooters on the ground. "The
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and Saturday before the fifth Sun- ;;
Ex-Senator Earle B. Mayfeld,
former Tyler citizen has returned
to this city to make his home here.
He is opening law offices in the
Swann building, and will have as-
sociated with him three prominent
attorneys of Eastland, Messrs. R.
N. and J. S. Grisham and B. W.
Patterson. The firm will do a gen-
eral civil practice, but will special-
ize in oil and land practice.—Tyler
Journal,
kid's telling it straight. I was
cornin’ from (he stable and I saw
the whole thing. Young Reeves was
combin’ his hair, as he says. Jess
pulled his gun and Reeves, here,
whirled and shot. He must have
drawed his gun, but I never saw
him do it. He sure as hell wasn’t
combing his hair with his six-
gun—”
The group at the mess-house
door laughted at that, and Walter
Bell turned on Jess.
"You brought it on yourself,” he
growled. "Come on up to the house
and I’ll fix you up till you can get
a doctor. Reeves, I’ll see you at
the house after dinner.”
“Yes suh."
“You done right, Tiger Eye," said
Babe, as the two lingered outside.
“Shoah tried to, Babe."
"I thought Jess acted kinda fun-
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Too well the kid knew al.
tragic litany. His lips pressed their ;
! curves into a thin line. His
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branding fires or cattle held within
carrols hidden in the thickets.
The kid felt pretty guilty and
mean, going off like this on a side
trip of his own, but he didn’t fee!
guilty enough or mean enough to
turn back from the quest of Nel-
lie’s home and Nellie's last name.
By the time he reached the low-
er end of the ridge the kid real-
ized that he was head and should-
ers above the level of the valley.
But the ridge was friendly and 10 a. m.—“What Does It Take to 3
shielded him from view to the Constitute Bible Repentance," Eld. 1
south, and the brushy undergrowth A. H. Dunbar. 12
along the creek gave protection | 10:30 a. m.—"What Is the Chris- M
there. He felt safe enough to give tian's Vocation?" Eph. 4-1, J. B. 1
his full attention to the ranch he I Meredith. i
was approaching. | 11 a m.—Sermon by W. R. Phil- ;
This was where Nellie lived. Yes,1 lips. "The Plan of Salvation and ft
sir, she lived right up this road I the Plan of Service." ft
"What Is the Cause of the Lack 2
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Which Seemingly Exists Amongst ft
The kid was glancing this way । the Brotherhood?" B. C. Dodd. ft
aid that, to the garden patch, the | "The Work of the Holy Spirit in 1
grove, the corral, the house, look-' Salvation and Service," J L Cal- ft
ing for a girl with yellow hair. mes. g
Wonderful hair! The kid never; "Should the Pastor Do All the
could forget how it looked flying Work of the Church or Should
loose. Like a banner of gold whip- | Each Member Do His or Her Part’
ping in the sun. It made a funny What is the Result of Depending
kind of lump in his throat now,, on Some One Else?” W. C. Goode,
just to think of the way she look-, "What Is a Christian?” B. C.
ed with all that hair flying loose. Beard.
Ben were already splashing at ing out his two shattered hands,
the wash basin on the bench out-, "That’s Killer Reeves’ youngest boy
side the door when the kid came —and the worst of the lot! Look
up. Babe emptied his basin with a what he done to me’”
fling of soapy water into the bush- "I nevah do bust down a hand
es at the end of the house, gave lessen theah’s a gun in it,” the kid
the basin to the kid and went in- said.
side, but stopped just inside the "What yuh pull a gun on him
door and stared back over his for, Jess?” The foreman walked
shoulder at the kid as if he were scowling toward the wounded man.
expecting something. "The kid’s dead right. You had
The kid dipped water from the your guns out when he shot.”
big bucket standing there-gently, "He’s Killer Reeves’ son, didn’t I
lest the splash should drown some tell yo’all? His pap killed my pap,
little sound he ought to hear; that’s why."
some little sound Babe was listen- "Yoah pap nevah did draw quick
ing for, there inside the door. enough,” the kid reminded him.
Somebody coming across the "He's a damn killer and the son
Kid succors Wheeler’s widow and , .. .
is interrupted by Pete Gorham and kid said to those at the door, and
- - they halted on the broad step.
that sound bitterly well and a hot
crimpie went up his spine. With
one savage lift of his spurs he
• jumped Pecos out from behind the
stack and went thundering up the
road. No need to fear a bullet now
from that rifle. Killers don’t wait,
when a woman raises the death
scream.
rifle up on the ridge behind the “Why Strict Obedience to Bible
house struck away those thoughts. Teaching?" B. F. Jones.
And then he heard the piercing | “Does the Scripture Teach Per-
shriek of a woman. The kid knew sonal Knowledge of Salvation?” C.
“1’11 kill yo’all foh this, Tiger
Eye Reeves!” raved the man with
the bloody fists.
”Yo’ kaln’t," the kid replied in
his melodious drawl. “Yo’all nevah
will shoot no moah, Jess Merkel.”
“Fer Gawd’ sake, Tiger Eye!”
cried Babe from the step. “What’s
it will about? You said you didn’t
know Jess.”
"Nevah did say I don’t know
Jess Markel. I said men easy drop
theah Texas names awn the trail
up heah. I nevah did say I don't
know that lobo.”
“Git ‘im boys!" raved Jess, hold-
a damn good reason for that,
young man.”
“Yes auh. I was combin’ my hair
and I saw Jess slippin’ up, aimin’
to shoot me in the back. Seems
like a Markel kain’t face a man
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The kid tilted his head in re-
sponse to a nod or two, and took
his place at one side of the group
—the right side, which left his gun
arm free and gave him a clear
path to his horse.
Babe left him, going on to the
house, where he knocked on a
door.
Babe was a long time in the
house. ‘Peared like he must have a
right smart to say to the Old
Man. The kid’s feet grew tired,
standing there leaning against the
fence, but he didn't sit down.
Another man rode up, some fore-
man or other. He told them to feed j
their horses and stay for dinner,'
and the group stirred and went off
to attend to their mounts. The kid
loosened the saddle on Pecos and
Babe’s horse, slipped off their bri-
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there waiting, he jumped when the
kid whirled and fired.
The kid ducked past the window
and then back slowly, keeping
close to the wall. His yellow right
eye had the clod glare of a tiger,
as he wached the men rushing
out to see what had hapyened.
Twenty feet away, a man steadied
himself and reached backward
with his left hand, and the kid
saw and let him get the gun be-
fore he fired again. The man
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a-way to their dinner. The kid took the back, like yo’all tried to do,”
out his little black comb, unfolded the kid said coldly.
it and leaned to the wavy mirror Walter Bell himself came with
in its cheap frame. He looked long, angry steps from the house,
within and with his left hand he "Yuh the fellow that shot my
drew the comb through his thick, wagon boss?” Bell snapped.
wavy locks that just missed being "Yes, suh.”
red. Babe was still standing just "You’ve crippled him for life,
inside the door, still looking out Know that?”
at the kid. waiting for him; wait- “Yes suh. That’s what I aimed
ing for something else too. to do.”
But even though Babe stood “Did eh? You’ll have to show
SIXTH INSTALLMENT
Bob Reeves, the Kid, was nick-
named Tiger Eye by his friends
down in the Brazos country be-
cause 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
learning 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
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gulched, they called it up here. |
Killer waiting behind a rock with
rifle ready till his man came along.
Then pull the trigger a time or
two, look to see if the bullets went
straight—and then run for a horse
tied somewhere outa sight in the
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hands were bandaged and carried
in a sling before him and he
looked sick. The kid’s lips tight-
ened a little as Jess passed. Killer
but he never would kill again.
Not after those smashed knuckles
got well. They’d be stiff as sticks.
Jess would lose some of His fing-
ers, the kid reckoned hopefully.
"You done right, Kia.” Babe
flicked his thumb-nail across a
? match head, lighted the cigarette
and snapped the stub in two pieces
before he dropped them at his
feet. "He’d’a’ got you and never
give warnin’. Damn snake—didn’t
think Jess was that kinda man.”
“If every killah had his hands
broke, this would be a right peace-
ful land, Babe.”
Babe shivered in spite of him-
self.
“I’d as soon as be killed as
crippled,” he said shortly.
“Shucks! Yo’all ain’t a killah,
Babe. Man’s got a right to defend
himself, I reckon. That’s what Pap
always said. Yo’all wouldn’t shoot
a man lessen he come at yoh with
his gun out, Babe."
“Shore not.” Babe shot a keen
glance at the kid. "Come on and
talk to the Old Man. Just red tape,
but you oughta meet him. He told
me he’d put yuh on and let yuh
ride rim with me.”
There were things the kid would
like to ask Babe about the Valley.
That ranch out a ways from the
rim. not in the coulee but tucked
down behind a low ridge, where
the long streak of cottonwoods
showed there was a creek—the kid |
would like to know the name of
the folks that lived there. But he
couldn’t ask, or Babe might kinda
suspicion it was the girl, Nellie,
that the kid wanted to know
about.
The kid focused his field glass-
es on the ridge, but he couldn't
see anything but a fence running
up along the side. The ranch was
over behind, about where the line
of cottonwoods quit. Old pappy
wasn’t feeling right good the oth-
er day; seemed like he oughta ride
down there and see how the old
feller was getting along, anyway.
Wouldn’t take but a minute to ride
down and see how her old pappy
was feeling. Babe never need to
know a thing about it.
So th® kid went down into the
valley where the nesters would
shoot a Poole rider like * coyote.
Babe had told him to riile across
the Bench to the river and scout
around there for any sign of'
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ny, when we was over there at the
roundup. He asked me who I had
with me, and I said a young feller
from down on the Brazos. He
wanted to know your name and
I told him. He never said any-
thing, but I suspicioned he knowed
yuh or had heard of yuh, just by
his looks. But you never let on
like you knowed him, so I let it
pass.” Babe gave the kid that
sharp, sidelong look of his.
The kid drew a long, relieved
breath and looked at Babe with
the old faith shining in his eyes.
"You’ll get the job, all right,”
Babe said in his ear, when the two
paused outside in the shade of the
cabin to roll and light a cigarette
apiece before the kid went up to
interview Walter Bell.
Jess, on his way to the stabl.
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