The Giddings Star (Giddings, Tex.), Vol. 7, No. 11, Ed. 1 Friday, June 14, 1946 Page: 3 of 8
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pressure of her hand upon his neck.
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head and looked squarely down into
not so mad, after all, that this ha i
been an act. But her words had
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Johnston’s Concepts: .........
Capitalism must change from
a monopolistic concentration of
power and influence in the hands
of the few into a competitive eco-
nomic system designed for the
enrichment of the many and
net to make a few men rich.
T! e whole process of thinking of
capitalism for the privileged few'
must be raised to a plane where re-
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prise held her motionless, staring
at Doane, for a matter.of seconds.
Doane swept off his hat.
"Did Monte Garcia deliver my
message to you. Miss Alvaro?” he
‛sked pleasantly.
She whirled away. With all the
supple strength of a man, she vault-
ed into the hurt mount’s saddle. The
animal responded gallantly, for the
length of four or five paces toward
the other end of the clearing. Then
tie stumbled. I
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foreleg, trying desperately to"recov-
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It was midnight when he arrived .
at the ranch, leading the horse.His
cowhands were waiting, anxiously,
for Flick and his posse were camped
near thes corrals. Doane gave no I
account of himself, except that he 1
had lost his mount by acctdent
"Sure mighty- obliged to yot,2*
yawned the sleepy sherifF, grateful-
ly, "But I don’t savvy you. Doane.
Never did, I guess. None the less,
I’m thankin’ you for the help you
give me today. We’ll run that out-
fit into the ground tomorrow.”
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Tres Hermanos next;.nothing, — .
yourself. And new,rJust for more .
insult, you trick me agin: Yuu'
dare to kiss me,, ,
"But . . . bpt Dofores; L,
love you. From1 the f—• —-
^uninier ^Ji^htweur for HJct Irons
I ^hirltuaisler 9 UerSalife. ^niarl
couldn’t forget them. Sulkily,
.stood stroking the mane of the
jured mount she had left him.
on this job after all, eh. Flick?'
Dane's greeting.
His, former chief glared.
Deputy sherim Jim Duane sets out to
track down a gang of train robbers in
the desert of San Loreto county. He
meets Dolores Alvaro and Monte Garcia.
Garcia tells him bow Star La Rue once
tricked Dolores' father out of his ranch
and later shot him. Jim resigns as
deputy, and confronts La Rue with the
story. La Hue agrees to give Jim the
Alvaro ranch in return for a promise
of silence. Then Jim hires a new crew
and tells them that he wlU be traveling
about the extensive ranch for the next
few days. He starts off alone with sup-
plies for ten days on his pack horse.
He leaves certain papers and instructons
with Garela and a message for Dolores,
telling her, "I won't tall.”
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sued had bit directly for the Tres
Hermanns country. But Flick had
not halted over night.
Dawn disclosed the new shifting
of the pawns on that vast, arid
landscape of the desert. The pur-
sued crossed the Tres Hermanos
boundary, plainly on familiar terri-
tory; five miles in their rear fol-
1 lowed-oane. At sunup benighted
the tiny dust head That meant sher-
iff Sam Flick, to the rear.'
The situation was decidedly seri-
ous. Bub just this also ffered an
unusual. opportunity. Or unusual
luck.
Doane now rode straight for the
ranch. He threw aside his packs and
saddle, turned the tired, daunted
animals free and had his men rope
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the wind, her eyes locked upon his,
her hand brushing at her lips, try-
ing to rub away the kisses he had
left there.
’’You are indeed a Sool,,senor.
You stop at nothing, ka .the met
Twelve hours later, at midnight,
he rode cautiously into the north
seepage There were ^WWWking
bers of n bib there, ttftd a few moist
tracks. That was all. -
"Hm-m-m. They’re headed either
for Tres Hermanos or Sand Wells,”
he concluded. "Reckon Flick made
a dry camp behind them, waiting
for dawn to show track.”
Again Doane waS right ... . in
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these midnight eyes, while his arm
tightened abqut her. To his uttei ,
amazement and confusion, he '
found himself looking into two pits
of fire. Her face was flushed with
anger, and-her eyes were blazing,
and she was pushing him away.
"Let me go. Let meso, I say!”
the key word. . . .
We must choose between the old
capitalism that holds it has a closed
and perfect system resting on con-
gealed and untouchable dogmas
gressive power it will die in our
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, DoanFsTicart leaped, and sank.
He wanted to believe that she wa 7
part. Pressed from the unexpected ' Alvaro’s features,
angle of the Sierra Nueyas, the pur-
against -the peoples' interests and-
the backward-lookers and normalcy
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Johnston’s denunciation of capi-
-thafras we know it in this country "
.yascompleta and all-inclusive, and
his concept 'of a new capitalism
as fresh and revitalizing as a spring
,shwer. And the evidence is all
about us that unless and until capi-
I warn you of. tt.wa,not enough
that I save your life that mornina,1
in -the desert. And the story
er. Then he fell, head-on, in a
kicked-up swirl of dust. Up-ended!
The girl went free of the-saddle,
thrown half-a-dozen paces beyond.
It all . happened before Doane's
horse could make two leaps after
and put his gear on fresh ones. To
the saddle again, in less than twenty
minutes, moving across Tres Her-
manos once more to intercept the
trail. By this time, two independent-
ly moving, galloping -forces were on
the heels of the fugitives. Flick had
shown unexpected generalship and
split his forces at a strategic point,
with Tony Suarez commanding one
wing with two men. The ride went
east.
It became a game of hare and
hounds. The hares were five in
number, on worn mounts that al-
ready had seen over twenty-four
hours of continuous labor. Before
middle afternoon, forced to zig-zag
innumerable times, the quarry was
turned back toward the desert by
Flick's party, and the second posse,
under Suarez, was racing obliquely
toward them, to cut them off. Cap-
ture seemed inevitable, with this
maneuver. Doane, watching the
play through his binoculars, saw
that Tony Suarez, riding hard, was
gaining ground fast. That worried
him.
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thamks to you, either. No help re-
quested, what's more.”
"I wasn’t offering any. Flick. But
-say ~ • are you sure you're on the
right truck?”
Flick exploded all over again,
, puffing, red-faced.
r - "She's done it now. That girl
had the nerve to ride right into San
Loreto, two nights ago. Two of her
" mvn held up ”• cow-buyer on the
__sret and took close to eleven hun-
dred dollars off him. An’ the oth-
er two raided Hank Hawley's cash
register, an' went on to the hotel.
Got a' hundred and eighty-six dol-
lars. They broke into the bank,
but the lock on the vault stumped
'em. No end of hell.to.pay!”
"Whew!" ejaculated. Doane. "I
reckon there might be, after that.
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FRIC A. JOHNSTON, repring
president of the United States
chamber of commerce let loose a
veritable atomic bomb in his swan-
song at the recent annual meeting __
of the chamber at Atlantic City. He
outlined the course he thinks capi-
talism must follow, if it is to survive
in this, country.
And today as a result, while thou-
sands of businessmen and farmers
and laborers hail his speech as one —
of the finest expressions of progres-
sive thought of the day . . . oth-
ers are still holding their heads in
utter horror at the blasphemy which
dropped from his lips . . . these
are the monopolistic standpatters of
the.NAM, ome of the frozen apos-
tles o-pcial privilege in their
plush chair club windows . . 9 some —
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Awkwardly, he helped her to her
feet. She stood swaying, making him . - ---------
think of a reed swaying gently in 1 sponsibility to the public interest is
most pulling his forefeet into the competition, not in the nostalgia of
air. She stood there, silhouetted the good old days of dog-eat-dog,
against the sky, looking down at him. but with a basic ingredient of equal
Her face broke, he thought, into a opportunity . . . and there can be
tantalizing smile; she lifted heWsom- no equal opportunity without fair
brero and waved it at him — eompetitien Wemust turnfrom the
Adibs, su-ubi.. Uns is tnc ttrcK 1 old monopolistic competition which
you teach me, pretending sleep, throttled competition of the little fej.
you remember? Next time, you will low to the new competition which
use the handcuffs, yes?"*She swung J provides opportunity for ideas, thinks,
the horse, dug in her spurs, and ing, for inventive minds, which
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The morning of the seventh day
he hit a hardrridden trail. At least
a dozen animals had made the
track.' Following, he swiftly learned
more. Two bands of horsemen had
traveled this way, one close on the
trail of the other, neither set of
tracks over two or three hours old.
"Here we are," muttered Doane.
"There's ompany ridin ahead.
Let's go, old nag."
Shortly after noon, on a trail that
looked like a cross-country stam-
pede, he caught up with a band of
six riders, headed by Sheriff Sam
Flick of San Loreto. Flick had come
south following the mountains..
Doane and the sheriff met without
the formality of a handshake, un-
concealed enmity on Flick’s "face.
Sheriff Flick's Posse
Hunts Bank Robbers
“So you decided to do a little work
"Don’t you, touch me! Don’t you
touch me, norputyoraands on me
again, or I'll :w. gl’ilkifyou.",.
She dropped- a trembling White hand j
to the gun that swung at-herhp,,
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Doane’s lips, turned’ white. He. tlto" recognize -the supremacy
steed there Hike a feelish-seheolboy ce the mdividgar and to recognize
he picked up his Stetson, from the ’- that modern mass production soci-
ground and stood twisting, hanely vety has ds d individuals to band
in' his great gnarled bands. Des-, together for • their well being into
perate, in a sudden panic, he turned runions, corporations, farm organi-
his back on her, walked away and zationb, uw co-operative, trade as- '
stood fussing with his kerchief and sociatians and professional sori-
his hat and swearing at himself for eties. —
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Flick glared at him. "No,” he.
Sputtered, "I didn’t. But I had the
good fortune'- to pick up" some men
---that know hovrte' ride- an’Shwy to
trail. They Know the country down
"here, too . . . an’ a lot more to boot!”
Doane had already looked over
Flick's men. They were the four
cowhands he had discharged from
Rancho de los Tres Hermanos the
morning of his arrival, headed by
the lank breed, Tony Suarez!
Each was well mounted, and pre-
sumably deputized, to ride at
Flick's side.
Doane made a halt while the
posse went on. As his mounts rest-
ed, he climbed a ridge and kept
watch over the country with his
binoculars.
"Unless I'm mighty wrong,” he,
mused, "they’re hitting for that
north watet-seep. And I know a
short cut that will beat ’em there."
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listen - .'-...j s. ' " .1, J, qrprogregsive coceptton where
She clenched .her, fists’-utl hgr ! systHni* a too in the hands of
sides, and stamped ‘fhbstmyes- Peopfers f. "!2:.
sive foot on the ground. °• er. We mus’changafrom the i
"Don’t you, touch me! Don’t you devoncepi
shod ot
his gtasses: that how they ■Rum-
bered four. instead of five. They had
turned aside into the chaparral, left
the wounded animal and its rider
hidden there, ami lured Flick off
in a new direction.
• Doane leaped into his saddle, put
spurs to his horse afd went clat-
tering down the ridge. He could tell
within five hundred yards of where
the wounded mount and the rider
had taken cover. The last he saw
of the posse, as he turned at .the
edge of the brush, was a lifting
cloud of dust over the ridges to the
west.
"Now, Miss Alvaro!” He sank his
spurs into the horse’s flanks, find
they went down the slope like a pair
of cats: He struck the spot where
the four had turned Flick aside. He
turned the other way, .back-tracing
carefully. The trail wove through
thick walls of brush, a perfect
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clearing. Doane broke into the clear-
ing. ...... -
A small lithe figure. inman’s
clothing, stood in the open space
working on the injured horse.
The figure whirled; Expressive
eyes widened? Doane saw again the
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whiah mus, be a humnan institution, I
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to help yourself, eh? To buy de los conditions justified by its works in-/
Tres Hermanos next, .pothing, for, stead of its words. ' • F.
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holds prices reasonable, makes bete:
ter living, stimulates, but never
stymies opportunity. <
The new capitalism must
mean greater diffusion of the
her. She lay in a still, small, pitiful
little heap on the ground, one arm
doubled limply under her, the other
flung straight beyond her head. Her
mount scrambled stiffly to its feet
again.
Doane blinked, trying not to be-
lieve what his eyes saw. He slipped
from the saddle and bent over her.
"Dolores! Dolores!”
She lay limp and passive in his
arms. He could feel the light,
slender weight of her body. He
moaned. He cursed himself and his
stupidity, madly.
"My God! What have I done?"
He laid her gently on the ground
again and ran to the roan, for his
canteen. Returning, he paused, lis-
tening once more to the .irregular
sound of her breathing. He bathed
her face gently, washing the bleed-
ing wound on her forehead.
"What a fool!” he groaned to
himself. "What a foola I’ve been.
She . . . she might have been
killed."
He stared hard into the still face
for a long time. He bathed her face
again, as he held her close, sudden-
ly he noticed that her breathing
was stronger, more regular. The
color was returning slowly to her
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“Dolores!”
And then, as though commanded
by that indomitable will so much
stronger than his own which hadP
carried him through that day and
night in the desert, his head bent
slowly and he touched her lips.
Touched them reverently, and long.
Twice he kissed them, three times,
four, in a frenzy of relief. For a
split instant, he felt her free rm-
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We are for a great middle
- class economy which means
fewer people at the top and few-
er at the bottom .then what's
- the matter with a decent ’mini-
mum wage?
. We say we really want to see
more diffusion of the gopd things of
the World , . . then what's wrong ’
with profit sharing? What's wrong
with giving workers a real incentive
to produce more for their own prof-
it . . . more people buying more
things so you can make more things
which more and more people can
buy . . . that's what it would mean.
his helplessness. He came to his j We must learn that these volun-
senses as he heard the sharp slap , tary but powerful organizations are
of leather against horseflesh, and . the core of America's new capital-
whirled around just as the jirl set- ‘ ism; but they must be regulated .1.
tied firmly into the saddle, apd the ideal wav is a maximum of
struck the horse a blow with her self-regulation and a minimuni of
quirt. She had his roan! government regulation setting up
She tore across the clearing and fair rules of the game. . . .
into the brush of the chaparrai. A _ "
hundred yards away, atop a little Really Equal Opportunity
mound, she reined up the roan, al- Our new capitalism calls for
vgMHy,Miss.
,59qhs last day in that, exalted
‛poltin,ta friend inquired:
' g1BBilldan't you have some kind
upirfeslmheabout leaving this post-
last time as its lord and
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“My God! What have I done?”
Flick and Suarez were shooting
spasmodically, although the range
was long. One of the mounts
stumbled. but kept going. The pace
anWed. Doane bit his nervous lipa.
Then, suddenly forced to it, the fugi-
tives made, a right-angle turn
around the point of a hill, riding
now at the very face of the chapar-
ral ridge where Doane watched. Hi
nervousness vanished.
"Good work, old girl! I know you
now. And I want you, senorita
Dolores Alvaro. I’ll get you, and
the n weTIl nut ride Sa in Flick and
leave him holding the bag."
The fugitives were riding Swiftly
into the chaparral when he lifted
his hinoculars -again, gaing dis-
tance over-Flick in the brush de-
spite the hurt anmal.
They 1 opped up again in an utter-
ly unexpected position; it was a,
crafty move. Riders swerved direct-
ly back into Flick’s course, where
the sheriff could not help blit pick
up the trail, turned sharply aside,
6ntweregone. Flick hit the hot
scent and tore after them. He did
not see’ what Doane-had seen with
He would be in and out of the
ranch-house for a few days, he said;
they were to keep their eyes open
and their mouths shut. Did they
savvy? They did.
At dawn next morning, they cor-
ralled every available head of sad-
dle stock on the ranch. Doane picked
two of' them, one for a mount and
one to pack grub and water. He
rode off into the desert, leaving
them in the corral. He had rations
and water for ten days; ah extra
water container on the pack-ani-
mal held twenty gallons more of wa-'
ter, for an emergency. At noon he
changed mounts, and rode the pack-
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times four changes of saddle each
day. It was mile-eating progress.
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