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FOURTH INSTALMENT SYNOPSIS . . . . Ruth Warren, livingl in the East, comes into possession of I three-quarter interest in an Arizona ranch, left to her in the will of her only brother, reported to have died} while‘ on business in Mexico. Withl her ailing husband and small child she goes to Arizona to take possesu sion, thinking the climate may prove beneficial to her husband’s weakened! lungs. Arriving at the nearest town, she learns that the yanch, “Dead Lantern,” is 85 miles across the des- ert. Charley Thane, old rancher and rural mail carrier, agrees to take them to “Dead Lantern” gate, which: was 5 miles from the ranch house. As they weari'ly walked past a huge overshadowing boulder in a gulch in coming to the ranch house, a voice Whispered “Go back! Go back.” Snavely pursed his lips thought- fully, then shook his head. “Noâ€"no use to see any more lawyersâ€"they’ll jest gouge us, stir up s’omethin’ so’s they’d have to be hired to straighten it out ag'in. No use in that. You’ve see your lawyer an’ you’ve got the will. The Will’s what countsâ€"jest as long as I recognize it as bein’ what it says it is, there’s no need messin’ around With law.” A queer light came into his eyes and his Voice took on a curious hollow lift and fall. “But it’s full of great cracksâ€"one of those walls mightâ€"” “All right,” said the girl quickly. She was glad to settle all conversation relative to the law. “I’m mighty sorry I didn’t know you was coming,” remarked Snavely. “Me an’ Ann ain’t exactly fixed for cmpany. But I’ll be seein’ what I can do. Between now an‘ supper I’ll jusm be fixin: up the place out back in the old house.” “That old ruin? Butâ€"it’s falling to For an instant the man’s body tensed), then he laughedâ€"a thin, dry little lau’gh which had in it something of the sound of crumpled paper. “The old place has seen its best days, lady, but it’s all we got. There's two rooms that’s as goodâ€"jest aboutâ€"as they ever was. Your brother has slept thereâ€"it’s plenty comfortableâ€"jest a little mite dirty right now.’ pieces! “No, no. Nothing ever falls in this country without there’s a rain or a big wind. When ‘it storms, you can come in here in case anything wants to fall. Othrewise, you’ll be plenty safe. We don’t have more’n a. couple of storms a year anyways.” After supper the adobe its-elf wasi visited“ Huge and dismal the great} hulk towered above them in the night. Yet, once inside, the walls looked quite safe by the light of the oil lamp on the table. The adjoining rooms were certainly more spacious and con veniently arranged than anything in the ranch house. As Snavely had said, the place was dirty. But the dirt was the dirt of earthâ€"clean, dry dust. Ann, the giantess, had just finished arranging the bedclothes on three can- vas cots. NOW GO ON WITH THE S'DORY were certainly more spacious and conl "1’11 Subscribe to that,” Said War- veniently arranged than anything in'ren‘ “What kind of trouble did she the ranch house. As Snavely had said, I get into down in Texasâ€"did She just the place was dirty, But the dirt was 1; rove too destructive to the city hall?” the dirt of earthâ€"clean, dry dust.| “Well, no.. She killed a manâ€"beat Ann, the giantess, had just finished > him to death with a chair. But it was arranging the bedclothes on three can- his fault” Snave'ly Paused- “He vas cots. ‘wasn’t no small man, neither,” he Ann had picked} up a lighted lan- added as an interesting afterthought. tern, left the room and took the path For quite some time the conversa- Which led to the barn, the lantem‘tion hung fire. Snavely sat as before CANADIAN NATIONAL gwywmwg @ ,g n A I; M wow MBA/2 faméfyg Enhance the joys of your‘ Western tripâ€"travel via Canadian National’s train de luxeâ€"The Continental Lirnited. This modern magic carpet smoothly unfolds rugged Northern Ontario before your eyesâ€"across the Prairiesâ€"pilots you through the Canadian Rockies by the Scenic Route over the easiest gradient and at the lowest altitudeâ€"yet keeps you with. in easy sight of the mightiest and most inspiring peaks. 'n war: 0 Wtoulco RAGE SIX joys of your é; l Snavely settled back in his chair land his fingers strayed to his fore- 'head. After a moment he spoke leasually. “Anns a queer creature. lStrange. Her blood, I reckon. Herl 'father was a heavyweight nigger prize lfighter an’ her mammy was an Apache i Esquaw. ‘Big" Jackson, her daddy, was; iborn a slave. He was in the army} Idurin’ the Indian trouble in this counâ€"‘ [tryâ€"stationed at San Caries. I reckin ,Ann’s the result of a raid on some lApache village. Mostly she‘s called i‘Indian’ Annâ€"you can see she favors her mammy’s folksâ€"straight hair an’ lthat Indian face. Must have gt her lsize an’ color more from her daddy, though. Ann don’t get along with townsâ€"this here civilization. Down ;in Texas she run a dance hall an’ saloon, but she got m trouble an’ drifted out this way. I’d seen her be- ,fore, an’ when I runs onto her in town one day, she was broke an’ lookin’ for a job. That was just after your brother went to Mexico.” Snavely paused, his eyes on the girl’s face. “SOâ€"1 hires her. Knowin’ her like I did, I felt sorry Ior her. There’s nothin’ bad about Ann. She jest can’t stand bein’ in townuâ€"spend‘s most of her time in jail when she is in town. It ain’t her faultâ€"but folks give her liquor, you see, an’ when she’s drunk she’s a Godâ€"a-mighty terror.” swinging in long arcs from her am. Back in the living roo mof the ranch house Snavely remarked that he had' sent Ann to the gate in the buck- board for th baggage. “Oh, but that wasn’t necessary,” said the girl. “We could get along until toâ€"morrowâ€"it’s such an awful trip in the dark.” Snavely sat near the fireplace, half facing the man and woman who were seated near the cot. His attitude was that of one who waiting to be asked foolish questionsâ€"as though he were about to be quizzed, by a pair of chil- dren. Ruth’s first question changed this attitude. “Who is Annâ€"is she yourâ€"” “No, by God!” The man thrust his body forward and his hands’gripped the arms of the chair as if he were about to spring to his feet. His pale eyes glittered‘. “She’s nothin’ to me! Do you get that? She’s! a nigger half breed I’m hirin’ to take care of the house an’ help on the place. Anybody says different is aâ€"’ he paused. gnavely shrugged. “She’ll be back in a couple of hours." “I was only going tu ask what you have just told me, Mr. Snavely.” The girl’s heart was in her throat. “How much do you suppose she Weighs?” asked Warren. “C105e to three hundred, I reckonâ€" solid as a rock. She’s powerful. You’ll look a long ways before you find a man as strong as what Ann is.” TORONTO 10.40 P.M. (5.5.7.) WEEK Sept. 3n! to 9th. JASPER G OLF WINNIPEG, EDMONTON J A 5 D BIL KO C KY MOUNTAINS Daily at PAC CT IA l “Havin’ it rain would help. In this country a waterin' place is 'a repesa, a dirt tank. You take an’ dig a basin "n the ground where. a gully runs. When it rains the water comes down the gully an’ fills the pond. We got plenty of them ponds but they‘re so 'silted' up an’ shallow they don’t hold .water long an’ it don’t rain anyways. lIt rained just enough last winter to (fill the biggest pond on the place; that an’ the well here, is all the water we got. There’s four other ponds but they’re powder dry. An’ all the grass- is sunburned an’ wispy-like.” â€"waiting Ruth began by asking about the ranch. To all of her questions Snavely returned prompt and pessimistic an- swers. It was soon evident that there would be no need of any one working out the exact value of three-quarters. “I was only going to ask what you have just told us. Mr. Snavely.” The girl's heart was in her throat. “But couldn’t w get some new cat- tle if hat’s what We need?” asked the girl. “We could if we had the money. But it wouldn’t be no useâ€"not enough water for more stock. We’ve got some water, but it ain’t close enough to where the feed is.” “How could we get more watering places “Mr. Snavely,” asked Warren, “per- haps we should wait until to-morrow to see the booksâ€"but could you give an idea of the earnings?” Snavely observed the young manl for a moment. “Yes, Mr. Warren, 1‘ can. There ain’t any earnings. You can see the books, any time you want â€"they ain’t complicated, neither. We sell twice a year, after the fall an’ spring round-ups. An’ we buy twice a yearâ€"stock up the commissary. Grey took his share of last fall’s sale with himâ€"an’ some of mine too, if it comes to that. This spring I sold all I could an’ got enough to a little lmore’n stock up the commissary. If Iyou folks aim to stay on I reckon I’ll have to go to town again before fall.” Snavely spoke as though nothing. could be more distasteful than going to town. “But, Mr. Snavely,” asked the girl, “isn’t there any money?” Snavely stood up and took an old daybook from the mantel. Slowly he turned the pages, wetting his thumb at every page. He looked up. “There’s a hundred an’ fifty-one dollars an’ eight cents of pardnership money in the bank.” Closing the book with a snap, he returned it tap the mantel, reseated himself and waited patiently for more questions. “Mr. Snavely,” said Warren, “When we were coming along the road short- ly before we saw the house, We heard aâ€"well, we had a queer sensation, as if some one who was very close by spoke to usâ€"” “You did?” Snavely leaned forâ€" ward‘ and watched Warren’s face keenly. “Was it by a big reek down in the gulch?” “Yesâ€"yes, that’s where it was. At least that’s where We thought we heard the whisperâ€"it was rather weird.” “It’s hard to describe. We stopped at the rock a moment, and when we were leaving, this voice told us toâ€" to go back. The unaccountable thing about it was that the words seemed to have been spoken just a few inches from our ears. We were rather tired and a bit unstrung, though, perhaps our ‘imaginationsâ€"” say Snavely frowned and shook his head. “Noâ€"you heard it all rig'h .” “But what isâ€"who was it and how THE LIBERAL, RICHMOND HILL. ONTARIO 9n t)" me about itâ€"what did it in the world was it done? Why was it done?” Snavely thought a moment. “Oh, it’s a superstitionâ€"I guess you’d call it': it. with a shiver. “But We heard something,’ said Warren. Snavely rose and entered his bed- room. In a moment he returned and gave the girl a sheet of paper in her brother’s handwriting. “Your brother was always interested in legends an’ things about this country. He used to try to find somebody who said they’d heard the voice, but he had poor luck. Then some Indians come up in this neighborhood to gather acorns an’ your brother got one old bush-head, who’d had education, to come up to the house an’ tell about the legend. I was right here when your brother took down what the old buck said.” The girl read aloud from the paper: “THE LEGEND OF THE VOICE”. “In the long ago days a tribe of good Indian live in the San Jorge Valley. They grow what they eat and kill nothing. They do never fight othre Indians for so long they forget how it is. “One time some bad Indian come quick from the north. These Indian kill what they eat and fight much. All the village and all the field of the good Indian is burn up. All the young men become dead. They do not know how it is to fight. “But there is one very wise old’ man. He is medicine man. He take the women and the little children away. He lead them in these mountains when the young men try to fight. But very quick the bad Indian are on the trail. When the wise old man come to the big arroyo with the wom- en and the little children he look back. He- see the bad Indian follow. Where the trail leave the arroyo he stop. The wise old man say to the women and the little children. ‘You must go on. Go in the still places of the mountains and wait. You must stay four days. Then go back into the valley and make again the village and the field.’ “The wise old medicine man go back to the arroyo and wait for the bad Indian by the big rock. He take a little breeze he find playing by the big rock. He make this little breeze “Your brother was always interested in legends an’ things about this country.” into a soft whisper. Then he do other things that medicine man can dlo. When all 'is ready he lay down by the big rock and let his life go away. “The bad Indian come to the arroyo The chief try to step over the dead old man. But he stop. Into his eat there come a little whisper. All the bad Ind‘ian hear the whisper. It tell them things and they are much afraid They go out of the San Jorge Valley and they do never come back.” “Always there is the little breeze in the arroyo. Sometime it whisper. More I do not know!” Beneath the legend Harry Grey had written, “The old man tells me that fr centuries the Indians have used‘ the big' bowlder in the gulch as a. council place. They believe that when the need‘ is great the voice will advise them.” “What do you think now?” For the first time Snavely had asked a. question. Neither the girl nor her husband found an answer. “Can you tell us any more?” asked Warren at last. AND YET MORE ACCIDENTS Supposing something happened to YOU. What provision have you made for weeks and perhaps months coming in? Acc1dent Insurance re- lieves financial and physical suffering Office in the Post Office Block TEL. 118 wouldn’t!” breathed the girl, ACCIDENTS (Continued next week) A. G. SAVAGE Richmond Hill ‘ A bright feature of the egg mar- lket is that this year promises to be the heaviest egg-exporting season since 1926. Goods Bulls in Demand Lately, a very definite increase in the demand for registered Holstein bulls, With creditable Hacking, has become apparent in all parts of On- tario. NEWS AND INFORMATION FOR THE BUSY FARMER The movement in this direction has been particularly noticeable since the new Premium Policy went into effect in June. As a. re- sult, prices' have been strengthening and even higher values are likely to prevail this Fall, according to breed- ers. Limited Ocean Space “The volume of livestock export this year is considerably greater than that of last year,” said. Garnet H. Duncan of Richmond Hill, livesmck investigator, Ontario Marketing Board “and a comparison of sales, in Great Britain disclosesI that top prices have been received for cattle of 1150 to 1300 pounds.” Mr. Duncan said that Ontario feeders still have a considerable num- ber of cattle available for export, land lack of ocean space seems to be the- only factor restraining even greater shipments. For the present, prospective in-dri- vidnlal shippers should communicate With livestock agents in Montreal, with a: view to securing- any space which may be offered from time to time. Higher Turnip Prices Owing to exceptionally dry wea- ther, according to J. H. Purvis, gen. manager, Blackwatem Turnip Grow- ers’ Association, the turnip crop made an indifferent start. The crop isg on the average, about thirty days later than it would be under normal con- ditions. He said that inspection of early svown turnips gives: no indication of watercore or worm injury and, with sixty days of growing weather still available, fifty per cenrt of a normal yield may be expected. He esti- mates that prices for turnips will be higher owing to short feed and grain yields, and lowered vegetable production, with a probable maxi- mum of twentyâ€"five cents a. bushel to thegrower. Grade Farm Prducts Quality ir. Larm products, rather than price, is the average consum~ er’s first consideration. This was clearly demonstrated by the recepâ€" tion accorded all of the Department’s displays at the Canadian National Exhibition. Attendants at the ex- hibits were called upon to anSWer many questions regarding graded farm prodructs and where they may be purchased. Further evidence was forthcoming in the distribution each day of an average of 1,500 pieces of literature dealing With grades. Value of Certified Seed 1 Commercial potato growers whose‘ stock is infested with diseases or con- tains mixed varieties would] find it decidedly advantageous to secure certified seed. It is not the chief pur- pose of the Department of Agricul- ture to encourage potato growers to use certified! seed with a view to hav- ing their crops inspected for certi- fication purposes, because every po- tato grower has not the necessary patience and time, or suitable loca- tion and equipment, for growing cer- tified seed. The object of the De partment rather is to have growers use the best seed' obtainable for their commercial crop, and help to keep down to minimum destructive plant diseases, with their \esultant serious effect on yields. The use of certified potato seed on many farms would double the yields now being obtained. Farmers Must Produce To the man in the street, any at- tempts to increase' production in these days of depressing world sur« pluses seem. a waste of time, 01‘ even worse. He forgets, says Mr. L. H. Newman, Dominion Cerealist, that the problem of the individual farmer differs vastly from that of the nation as a Whole, ‘in that the capacity of the farmer to carry on and pay his 'way is measured in no small degree by the yields he realizes per acre. To the farmer, the acre is his unit of production. If his average yields per acre, whether converted into milk mutton or beef, or disposed of in their raw state, are not sufficiently high to enable him to meet his ob- ligations he must either succumb en- tirely or be forced to ado-pt a stand- ard of living which removes him as an important factor in the problem of keeping the wheels 1' of commerce moving. K Current Crop Report According to figures complied by the Department, the yield per acre THURSDAY. SEPT. 28th, 1933 of spring grains is considerably be- low the figures of last year. Thresh- ing results have shown, however, re« turns better than the standard in the field indicated and the quality of grain generally is reported quite good. The aggregate yield of spring Wheat, oats, barley and flay is placed] at 79,367,300: bushels as compared with 1,340,400 bushels in 1932, and an annual average production of 117,501,100 bushels dlurimg the ten ‘year period 1922-1931. The weather has continued very dry and has retarded the seeding of fall wheat, for which a greatly-in creased acreage is being prepared. The bulk of the crop is! just being sown. Dry weather has severely injured the root crop. Turnips are poor and in some districts water core is very prevalent. Potatoes are yield- ing very light and on many farms the output will approximate only half a normal crop. The production of beans will be considerably less than in 1932. In Kent and Elgin Counties the crop is extremely varâ€" iable with a sample none too goo] in some cases. Yields will range from 3 to 20 bushels per acre. In Huron the prospects are more favourable and] a yield only slightly below normal is reported. Sugar beets have with- stood the dry season very well and the crop prospect is better than that of any other crops. The corn crop is extremely variable. Corn borer in- festation has been slightly heavier than for several years. 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