The West News (West, Tex.), Vol. 61, No. 14, Ed. 1 Friday, August 18, 1950 Page: 5 of 6
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AUGUST
TIIE WEST NEWS
SHEEN GRASS 01 WfOMINE
By Mary O'Hara
The filly, Crown Jewel, "kidnapped"
by Thunderhead, Ihe stallion le now
runnlnf with hie herd of marea In the
Wyoming hill*. Unlike the range
horeee, ehe le having difficulty adjuat-
Ing hereelf to the winter weather and
almost freeseo ae ehe wait* for her
aleak coat to brenme shaggy. Jewel
le hnrrled by Thunderhead and would
like to flee from him. Her only com
fait le Old Pete the runge "bum"
gelding who le ever at hand when ehe
needs him. Ishmnel, a young, white
eolt, keeps running nt the edge of the
herd, despite Thunderhead’e efforts t«
run him away. He cannot adjust to
being away from his mother* linger.
News cornea to Hob of Thunderbeud.
CHAPTER X
It was Saturday, the twelfth of
June.
Ken McLaughlin wos out on the
9*:»lle Back filling his eyes and
his nostrils and his lungs and his
heart with sky uiid.plains and wind
ipid grass.
.On the peak of a ridge they stood
in silent companionship, the tall,
thin, seventcon-year-old boy and his
marc, Fllcka. He had dismounted
fnd was leaning against her. So
had they been standing for the last
fifteen minutes.
They were just looking around.
Ken searched the hill above the
water hole some miles to the east,
but it was bare of life. His eyes
wandered away again, losing their
focus, falling back into their dreamy
contemplation.
He must not forget his errand.
Again he turned his eyes to the bar-
ren hill above the water hole and
in spite of its apparent emptiness
he kept on looking. There were two
small black bushes on the hillside
near the top. Suddenly they moved.
One mode a dash. They were sheep
dogs. Then it looked as if a wave
of grey water washed over the hill
and rippled down. The sheep. Three
thousand of them. The whole band.
He mounted Flicka and rode
^lowly toward tlx water hole.
Jeremy, hungry, as all sheep-
herders are, for a breath of the
Ouside world, was standing out in
front of his wagon, eagerly await-
ing his visitor.
greetings were exchanged as
Ken dismounted and threw his
reins over Flicka's head. Jeremy's
eyes went to the saddle upon which
several packages were fastened.
"Did ye bring me any maga-
zines, Ken?"
"Sure. And some randy ar.d a
couple of records." Ken took the
bundle off Flicka’s saddle and
handed it to Jeremy. "This one's
a Spanish rumba. Hot stuff. This
one’s a Western."
The herder took the two records
-In his hands and looked at the
-writing.
"The Western,” said Ken, point-
ing, “it’s about—all this.” He
swung his arms wide.
“All what?”
"The grass. The greengrass. See
the title? Green Grass of Wyom-
ing." Jeremy read the title slowly
' gfoud and stood thoughtfully look-
ing at it while Ken stretching him-
self, gazed around with his far,
dreaming gaze.
"Must have been a guy that saw
0 ’. this—tlie greengrass, and so
much of it—and wrote that song
at^ut it."
“Grass is awful plain stuff to
write poetry and music about,"
said Jeremy thoughtfully. “Still and
all, come to think about it, we live
onNit.”
"Not us,” corrected Ken. “The
animals do.”
“Well, the beef eats the grass
and we eat the beef."
Ken laughed. "That’s right.”
Presently he said, "I know why
he wrote about the grass."
Jeremy looked up.
"It kind of—gets you,” Ken ex-
plained. "I always feel that way
when I’ve been off at school and
then come back. It's so awfully
big, so awfully different from any-
thing else in the world—and yet.
it's—just grass."
Howard Passes Exams
For West Point Entry
* Ken threw himself full length on
the grass. "I came up to tell you,”
said he, “that Dad’s got Garcia
and his men for the shearing. It’ll
iie about in two weeks. He wants
you to keep the sheep where they
are until then if there’s feed
enough.”
Jeremy took a deep pull at his
pipe. “There’s plenty of grass here
yet—the lambs are lookin’ fine.
Your brother home too?”
“Sure. Say—did you know How-
ard passed his exams and is or-
dered to report at West Point on
the Fourth of July?”
“That ain’t no newsl He took
them exams lost January. He got
the notice he hod passed in April,
the wire to your Dad came through
the telegraph agent over the Tie
Siding, an’ he spread the news—1
bet I had it afore your Dad did. And
iJg.n tell you sumpin’ else too. Youi
( Wd went into Cheyenne and painted
the town red. Waal, he ended up at
the Post, and the Army officers
give him a dinner of congratuln
ti*n, and they did soy your Dari
fgot tight as a tick. But, say! Who’d
blame him? Sixteen thousand do!
LAUGH AND LAST
lars! That ain’t a minnow—that’s
a good big wad of dough.” 9
“Sixteen thousand dollars?” sold
Ken. ’’What you givin’ me?”
“Sure. That’s what it takes to
put a boy through West Point.
When Howard passed them exams
he put sixteen thousand dollars in
your Dad's pocket, or words to that
effect. Say, Ken, any other news
down nt your place?”
Ken thought hurd, then shook his
head.
They continued to walk until the
light chanced. Most of the sheep
were drawing nearer to the fold
for their evening feed of cotton
cuke.
Ken Said. 'Tve got to go.” He
put his hand in his pocket and took
out a small paper. “Hero’s the re-
ceipt for the letter Dad took to
town and had registered for you.”
The herder took it and rum-
maged in his pocket. “I owe your
Dad fifteen cents for the registra-
tion fee “
“Yes, he told me to bring it.”
Here’s two nickels and three pen-
lie was dismounted and lean-
ing against her.
nies and a two cent stamp. Sorry
1 haven’t got it all in cash. Don’t
lose it.”
Ken put the nickels and pennies
and stamp very carefully in his
watch pocket and mounted his
horse.
“So long, Jeremy.”
“So long. Ken.” The old man
stood watching the joy ride away,
then went intfl his wagon and
played the Western again.
Ken heard it as he rode along
the crest. The music had a poig-
nant wistfulness, drifting to him
across the space.
Eastward bound Number Twen-
ty-One roared into the Cl\eyenne
station nt 6:45 P.M.
The McLaughlins, with the ex-
ception of Nell and Penny, were
on the platform to meet it; Rob
very conservative-looking, in an
English tweed suit, Howard in
striped blue flannels and a sport
coat, Ken in his best suit of grey
French flannel. The two tall, sun-
burned boys were bareheaded,
their dark hair a little rough, their
collars open, their blue eyes eager.
The train slowed down and the
white-coated porter stepped off
and swung luggage down. Carey
was the first passenger to be seen.
"How’s the girl?” cried Rob
helping her down and giving her a
kiss.
“Hello, Mr. McLaughlin.”
“Hello, Carey.”
“Hello, Ken; hello, Howard.”
“Hello, Carey.” They all shook
hands. She gave the porter the tip
she had ready, the boys grabbed
her suitcases and there was the
usual scramble of talk which said
nothing and made Ken feel both
uncomfortable and excited.
Wyoming Green Grass—
Much Like "Magic"
Rob McLaughlin took her by the
arm and steered her across the
platform. "We’re going to have din-
ner at the Plains Hotel.”
"Mother didn't come because she
didn't like to leave Penny," said
Howard. "She sends her love."
"How is the baby?” Carey ad-
dressed this to Ken, looking over
her shoulder at him.
"She's okay.” He tried to think
of something else to say. "Gee,
Carey—” It seemed inadequate
and ridiculous, but Carey gave him
a glance and it went through him
and warmed him. Perhaps she
knew all that "Gee, Carey” meant.
The hotel dining-room was crowd-
ed. They had a round table in the
middle of it. They asked the correct
and formal questions of each other
,it first, little by little gathering up
Ihe threads of each other's lives
and beginning to feel at ease again.
1'hon Carey wanted to know if they
ind had any news of Buck Daly?
Had he located Thunderhead and
his band of mares? Had he se^n
Jewel?
Rub explained that he was in Fox
Park trailing them, had not yet
seen them, but might at any time,
and asked, "What races are you
going to put her in, Carey, when
you get her back?"
"First, the American Grand Na-
tional at Belmont Pork, in Novem-
ber,” said Carey, calmly, and Ken
gasped.
Rob Jaughed. "Two and a half
mile steeplechase! That’ll be some
going for a youngster."
"That Is," sold Carey, "If she’s
In condition. We don't know if she's
been hurt. She mightn't be able
to run."
"You don't need to worry about
that," said Rob. "She’s been In
charge of a range stallion, remem-
ber, and she's on Wyoming green-
grass."
"Wyoming greengrass,” mur-
mured Corey, feeling the lilt of
the words. "It sounds like some-
thing magic."
"It is, believe me!” said Rob.
"Tills country up here does some-
thing for horses that is out of this
world. Givus them strong lungs,
staying power, makes them hard.
Jewel will be in bettor condition
than she has ever been in before.”
"Oh, it's the green grass!” sang
Howard softly.
Some Army officers whom Rob
knew came by and stopped to
speak. The boys got up and stood.
Again, the talk wos of Jewel and
the expedition which was to be
sent out to get her and of the races
she would run in.. Her fame, and
the interest of her story, had gone
all over the state. The officers
asked who was going out to get
her?
"We're all of us going,” said
Howard.
Colonel Harris looked at him.
“This is the Cadet, isn’t it?”
Howard grinned and nodded
"Yes, sir. My last vacation here
for two years."
Colonel Harris shook him warmly
by the hand. "Welcome to our
midst, Howard. Rob, couldn't you
find a better fate to wish on him?"
Rob went over to their table
for a few minutes and now the boys
talked more freely. They wanted
to know about last fall, after the
blizzard, when Carey had left the
ranch with her Grandma and
uncle. Had she got an awful bawl-
ing out from her Grandma for ha.
| ing gone with Ken in the pick-up
! the Monument?
Carey shook her head. Her face
was contrite. "Oh, it wasn’t like
that. It was just that it made
Grandma ill, she was so worried
about me. I shouldn't have done
it.” .
"Is she coming down here with
your uncle when we go out after
the horses?”
"Of course," said Carey, "your
mother has asked her."
The boys looked at each other.
Ken said, "But this summer, won't
you go along wth us?”
Boys Urge Carey
To Join in Search
Carey looked doubtful. "I don’t
think Grandma would ever let me
do that. There won’t be any other
woman along.”
"But Dad is going this time!
And your uncle!"
"Look what happened to me last
fall. She’ll never get over that."
"But that was because of bad
weather. Now it's summertime.
It'll just be like going off on a sum-
mer horseback trip with a lot of fun
and excitement thrown in."
Carey heaved a deep sigh. “Oh,
I wish I could! I’d give anything
to!”
Howard said firmly, "There isn’t
a reason in the world why you
should not go. Any other girl would
—any other girl’s mother would
let her go. You ought to show a
little spunk. If your uncle says you
can go, then just take a stand!”
"But it might make her ill!"
The two boys looked at each oth-
er. What would you do if someone
got sick every time you did any-
thing that was fun?
"Cripes, Carey!" said Howard,
"You've got a problem child on
your hands. I don't see how you
can take itl”
Carey’s’wide eyes took on a wor-
ried expression. "Well, but How-
ard,” she said, "you obey your
father—and your mother tool”
“But they’re reasonable!” ex-
claimed Howard. "Your grand-
mother treats you as if you were
a little girl.”
Ken said persuasively, “Mother
says that everyone in the world
has a special problem to Eolve. I
guess she's yours. I don't think
you ought to knuckle under when
there’s no sense in the things she
makes you do."
“But she’s not well," Carey
staunchly defended her.
"I think she just puts half of
that on to make you do what she
wants!"
Carey looked doubtful. "That’s
what Uncle Beaver thinks. At least,
sometimes he does. He says I
ought to assert myself. I would like
to go to college."
"However did you get to come
down and visit us?” asked Ken.
(TO BE CONTINUECI
PENELOPE ITEMS
The paster of Emmanuel
Church, W. H. Seward and
family, are leaving Thursday for
a vacation In Oregon and Calif.
Lide Urblsh was a business
Visitor to Hubbard, Friday.
Mr. and Mrs. Bob Carter
visited the Rlno Ender family
at Hubbard, Saturday.
Jim Nlckles and wife from
Lubbock are visiting relatives
here.
Funeral services for Mrs.
Marie Sylcora were conducted
at the Catholic Church Monday
morning by Rev. John Konklel.
Mr. and Mrs. Amel. Snapkn
from Graford are visiting rela-
tives here.
J. H. Mabry visited his sons,
Dr.JJelma, Homer, and Artemus
and families at Houston last
week.
The following visited in the
G. W. Berryhlll home this
weekend: A. F. White of Vivian,
La.; Mrs. Olive Harris, Mem-
phis, Tenn.; Mrs. Emil Smith,
Oklahoma City; Mr. and Mrs.
Ben Berryhill, Gladewater; Mr.
and Mrs. Chauney Roebuck of
Dallas; Harold Angell and
family from Plano.
George Barton and family
from Dallas visited Mrs. F. E.
Bartcn and son here Sunday.
Louis Konvlcka, wife and son,
from Los Angeles, C’alif., are
visiting relatives here.
MRS. R. D. CARTER
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Maybe the old saying, “You’re
is young as you feel,” has some
real significance. A French
physician attributes the long
lives achieved by the ancient
Greeks to the optimism and
sense of well-being character-
istic of their civilization. Cos-
mopolitan magazine reminds us instance,
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that Solon lived to be seventy-
nine; Euripides, seventy-seven;
Sophocles, eighty-eight; and
Pythagoras, an even hundred
years.
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