yvyoming
adapted
from the
Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Picture
by HALSEY RAINES
WHAT HAS HAPPENED SO FAR
It is 1865. Reb Harkness, ex-
train robber, exacts vengeance
for the murder of Dave Win-
coid by killing the three men
who were responsible for the
crime. Under cover of darkness
he rides into Angel City, Wyo-
ming, and has the horse shod by
Mehitabel, a two-gun woman
who takes friendly interest in
him. Curly, one of the agents of
the local cattle gangster, John
Buckley, sees the light in the
blacksmith shop and raps on
the door, but Reb daringly
charges out on his horse and
escapes.
CHAPTER TWO
As Reb, with the streaks of dawn
coming over the hill, led his horse
inside the Kincaid barn, Lucy step-
ped up to the door.
“I thought you’d gone away, Mr.
Harkness,” she exclaimed.
“I had to take care of some busi-
ness,” explained Reb. “I promised
your pa I'd collect some money that
“was due him.” He took out Bart’s
wallet. “It’s all right here in this
fold.”
“Money for me?” asked Lucy,
puzzled. “I don’t understand.”
“It’s for them cattle that was
stolen,” said Reb. “It belongs to you
Bury it in a safe place.”
Lucy’s eyes showed her gratitude.
“I can’t begin to thank you,” she
said awkwardly.
“That's all right, ma’am,” an-
swered Reb. “Just don’t let nobody
know about it. Don’t even let me
know where it is, ’cause then if it’s
ever missing, you might think I
took it.” He paused. “And chances
are, you'd be right.” As she laughed
he added. “Well, I guess I can head
for Californy now,” Slowly he
ambled down toward the nearby
creek.
The tall man on the black horse
was General Custer, hero of the
West and head of the Seventh Cav-
alry, who had come to investigate
the situation in Angel City. As Reb
lifted his head, the general said,
“You'll have to come along with me,
Harkness.”
When Custer and his aides started
to escort Reb down the main road-
way, Jimmy came dashing after him.
“Don’t go away, Uncle Reb,” he
screamed, “Please don’t go away!”
As the boy clung to Reb’s horse,
running the chance of being seri-
ously injured, Custer rode over and
pulled him away.
For answer, Jimmy picked up a
handful of dirt and threw it at the
general. “I hate you!” he cried hys~
terically, pounding with‘ his feet.
“Please, Uncle Reb, please don’t
go!”
“Just give me a second,” Reb
begged Custer. Turning around, he
rode over to Jimmy’s side and whis-
pered, “You've gotta be brave. If
you'll just stop cryin’ a minute, I'll
tell you a secret. I'm just goin’ back
with them to be accommadatin’, but
as soon as their backs are turned,
I'm gonna bust right out of jail.”
Jimmy was unconvinced. “But
jails are made of iron,” he an-
swered.
“Bah!” snorted Reb. ‘I've busted
out of jails made of granite. C'mon,
Jimmy, remember you and me is
pals, and we don’t cry about no-
thin’.”
Jimmy held back his tears as
Reb remounted his horse and was
off.
In the sheriff's office, after the
prisoner had been put behind bars,
Custer spoke to Buckley. “I'm going
to give this case a special airing,”
he said. “I'll dispatch one.of my men
with a request for a federal judge.”
, ?him,? capes’ll“fi
“Anything you say, General,” an-
swered Buckley.
When Custer had gone out, Curly
took Buckley's arm. “You're going to
let him bring a federal judge in
here ?” he demanded. “Do you want
Harkness and his rancher friends to
spill everything they know ?”
“There’ll be no federal judge,”
said Buckley in grim determination.
“There'll be no trial. Get me a horse.
I'm riding to Laramie.”
The sheriff was sitting in his chair
tilted against the wall of his jail as
Mehitabel appeared with an appé-
tizing tray of food. The prison men-
tor’s nostrils quivered as he caught
the scent; his eyes opened and re-
flected his awakened desire.
“Why, Miss Mehitabel!”” he ex-
claimed. “That sure is sweet of you.”
“Keep your hands off,” ordered
Mehitabel. “It ain’t for you, it’s
for Mr. Harkness.”
“What's the good of giving good
food to him?” grumbled the sher-
iff. “He ain’t gonna be here long
enough to digest it.”
Mehitabel’s jaw set in a firm
line. “You just open that door for
me,” she demanded.
More than one incipient romance
was in the air that evening. Sergeant
Connolly, Custer’s aide, who thought
Lucy Kincaid the prettiest girl he
had seen in Wyoming, had found
an excuse to go back to the Kincaid
farm. His reason was that he want-
ed to say goodbye before leaving
for Laramie. Gen. Custer had just
been ordered back and was admit-
tedly very angry about it.
“With General Custer at Lara-
mie,” asked Lucy, “who’s going to
keep law and order ?”’
“We won't be gone for long,”
said Connolly. “A few days at the
most.”
“Well, that’s some consolation,”
said Lucy, in frank relief.
Connolly shifted awkwardly. ‘I've
been sort of thinking of asking for
my discharge from the army,” he
told her.
“You have?”
“Yes, I've been thinking of stay-
ing in one place—settling down and
raising cattle and things.” Lucy
watched with a half smile as he
floundered on. “I've already spoken
to the general about it. He said
that if I insisted he would recom-
mend my discharge.”
“I should think he would hate to
lose such a valuable man,” counter-
ed Lucy. /
“Yes, he does,” said Connolly.
Quickly, he caught himself. “No, I
mean—I'm not important. Well,
good-bye.”
Connolly backed to the door. He
hated to leave but could think of
no further excuse to stay. Lucy took
several steps after him, as disturbed
self.
Just outside the door, the young
sergeant stood clenching his hands,
mentally berating himself for mot
having told Lucy what he had come
to the farm to say. But now he
couldn’t bring himself to the point
of going inside the house again. Sud-
denly a grin spread over his face, as
he realized he had forgotten his
hat.
| Inside the kitchen, Lucy was turn-
ing away dispiritedly from the door
when she caught sight of the missing
head-piece. She, too, had been try-
ing to think of some excuse. Run-
ning to the door, she opened it just
as Connolly, who was on the other
side, fell forward. Lucy’s momentum
caused her to collide with him and
about his departure as he was him-:
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her.
“I'm sorry,”
forgot my hat.”
“I'm glad you did,” smiled Lucy.
By way of answer, he took her
more firmly in his arms, and kissed
her.
said Connolly, “I
Hk ok
the coffee and bent down so that he
appeared to be inviting Reb to take
his gun from his pocket, Reb sus-
pected a “plant”. Finally he seized
the sheriff, threw him to the floor,
and extracted a confession; two men
were waiting outside to kill him as
he escaped.
“They made me do it!” whimper-
ed the sheriff. “It was my skin or
yours.”
Reb crept to the door. “When I
give the signal,” he ordered, “I
want you to yell. Loud and long.”
Locking the door, Reb glided to
the outer office and studied the
outer street through the window;
then he put on the sheriff’s hat and
sat in a chair against the wall, his
face hidden.
“Start yelling!” he called.
The sheriff wasted no time. “Help!
Help!” he screamed. “Help, some-
body, help!’
Buckley’s man, Mosey, waiting to
took advantage of the chance to
escape, was puzzled. Slowly he came
sheriff’s office, and saw what looked
like a familiar figure.
“What's goin’ on,
asked.
sheriff ?”” he
ther.
“Step inside, mister!” he replied,
covering the other. “Put these
things on!”
Fitting his own hat and packet on
Mosey, Reb whirled him around.
“We'll soon see if anybody else
is waiting to take a shot at me!”
he snorted. “Get out there!”
Shoved out into the street, Mosey
ran for his life. But Buckley, see-
ing the speeding form and taking
gate. He aimed quickly and sent a
bullet that crumpled Mosey in the
street. In a moment a crowd started
to gather.
Reb, taking advantage of the ex-
citement, slipped out. Along he hur-
ried till he reached the dimly light-
ed window of the blacksmith’s shop.
Mehitabel, who had kept a horse
saddled for days in the event he
made a break, was waiting with a
mount.
Jimmy Kincaid, playing Indian
and wearing a band of turkey feath-
ers around his head, gave a squeal
of delight as he saw his Uncle Reb
drive up the roadway.
“lI knew they couldn’t keep you
in jail,” he cried. Reb’s reply was
to pick him up and give him an af-
fectionate hug. Inside the stable,
he began to change saddles, as Jim-
my’s face clouded.
“You ain't goin’ away again?”
ithe boy asked.
“Yep,” said Reb. “Just stopped to
change horses.”
“When will you get back ?” plead-
ed Jimmy.
Jes’ as soon as I can manage
it.” Seeing tears in the youngster’s
eyes, Reb bent over. “Now see
here,” he commanded, ‘you would-
n’t want them soldiers to put me
back in jail, would you?”
Jimmy was fighting ‘to control
himself, as a sound of footsteps
came from outside. Reb peered out
{to see Bronson and three other
| ranchers.
“You boys look kinda tuckered,”
he said, stepping out.
They looked at him in surprise.
“Buckley’s gang is taking every
head of cattle in the valley,” said
Bronson. “We've been up all night
trying to get the rest of the boys
to do something about it.”
“There’s only one language for
Buckley,” said Reb, ‘“That’s lead.”
“We know, Harkness,” answered
Bronson, ‘but I guess it’s too late.”
“Well, I can’t stay here and fight
the whole Seventh Cavalry, besides
Buckley,” said Reb. Swinging up on
his saddle, he was about to start off
when a spring wagon came into
sight, down the drive. Mehitabel,
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PUBLIC SALE
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ticles left on option, per agreement
numbers below has expired, the
same have been forfeited and will
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of business of the undersigned, 37
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on October 14, 1940, at 10 A. M.
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295 Park Avenue,
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Executors,
or to their attorney,
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SEALED BIDS
Sealed bids will be received by the
Board of School Directors of Dallas
Borough School District up to 8
P. M., October 11, 1940, for chang-
ing electrical wiring and placing ad-
ditional wiring, etc., in portions of
the high school building. according
to plans and specifications prepared
by the building committee, Messrs.
J. George Ayre and John Durbin
from whom such plans and specifi-
cations may be obtained.
Bids should be marked, “Bids for
Electrical Work”; addressed to D. A.
Waters, Secretary; and mailed or
delivered to him before the time
stated, at which time bids will be
opened at a public meeting.
The Board reserves the right to
reject any or all bids, or parts of
bids, or to select any item from any
itemized bid.
BY ORDER OF THE BOARD,
D. A. Waters, Sec.
SEALED BIDS
Sealed bids will be received by the
Board of Directors of Jackson town-
ship school district up to 8 p. m,,
October 7, 1940 for hauling Chest-
nut coal for the 1939-1940 school
term. Detailed specifications can
be obtained by writing to or dis-
cussing specifications with the sec-
retary, Laing K. Coolbaugh, Trucks-
ville, R. F. D. 1. Bids should be
marked, “Bids for Hauling Coal By
the Ton” and addressed to Laing K.
Coolbaugh, secretary, and mailed or
delivered to him before the time
stated, at which time bids will be
opened at public meeting. The Board
reserves the right to reject any or
all bids.
Laing K. Coolbaugh, Sec.
Jackson Twp. School Board
Trucksville, R. F. D. 1.
NOTIICE
Daniel Szymczyk and Emily
Szymczyk have filed a petition in
the Court of Common Pleas of Lu-
zerne County to No. 2117 October
term 1940 for change of name to
Daniel Kopicki and Emily Kopicki.
Heating on said petition will be held
in said Court, November 14, 1940,
at 10 o’clock a. m.
Dennis E. Sosnowski, Attorney.
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admitting him to five amusements,
looking drawn and haggard was in-
side.
“They killed Lafe,” she told Reb,
when she came within earshot.
Reb, clenching his hands as he
waved to Lucy to help Mehitabel,
turned around.
“Are you fellows really serious
about wanting to fight Buckley?” |
he demanded.
They all nodded, mutely.
“Then get on your horses!” or-
dered Reb. ‘“Doggoned if I ain’t get-
tin’ mad!”
Down in the deep sweep of the
valley the ranchers, who now num-
bered about fifteen, caught sight of
more than a thousand cattle. They
were tended by a dozen of Buckley's
men.
“That’s the herd,” said Bronson.
“Every one of us will find our
brand in it.”
“We can’t cut that herd without
expectin’ a real fight.” said Reb.
“You lead the way,” responded
Bronson. “It took a lot to get us
goin’—but it’s goin to take a lot
more to stop us.”
When Dawson, head man of the
Buckley clique guarding the stolen
cattle, saw the advancing men, he
rode forward.
“Looks like you boys are prayin’
for disaster,” he sneered.
“We're goin to cut the stock
that belongs to us,” said Pa McKin-
ley.
“Every head of cattle in this val-
ley. belongs to Buckley, retorted
Dawson. “Any man that says other-
wise is a liar.”
“I say so, Mister,” answered Reb
quietly.
Dawson wheeled, scowling. “You
should have reached for your gun
when you said that,” he rejoined.
“There’ll be plenty of time after
you go for yours,” said Reb.
Dawson's face darkened. His hand
slipped quickly to his holster, but
before he could extract his gun, Reb
had drawn his own firing-piece. A
bullet spat out and Dawson fell to
the ground.
Reb turned to the others. “Take
him with you and give him to Mr.
Buckley,” he advised. “Tell him it’s
a present from Reb Harkness and
the ranchers of the Sweetwater Val-
ley. You can tell him too, that if
he wants to fight, we're waitin’ for
him.”
(To be continued)
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AN ORDINANCE REGULATING THE
ERECTION OF BILLBOARDS AND
SIGNS WITHIN THE BOROUGH,
SECTION ONE. BE IT ENACT-
ED AND ORDAINED by the Burgess
and Town Council of the Borough of
Dallas, and it is hereby enacted and
ordained by the authority of the
same, that from and after the pass-
age of this ordinance it shall be un-
lawful for a person, firm or corpora-
tion to place, erect or maintain any
billboard or sign in the Borough.
SECTION TWO. Any person,
firm or corporation violating this
ordinance shall, upon conviction
thereof, .be fined not less than ten
dollars ($10.00), or more than
twenty-five dollars ($25.00) for each
offense to be collected as fines and
penalties are by law collectible.
ENACTED AND ORDAINED this
first day of October, 1940.
PETER D. CLARK,
President of Town Council
Attest:
WM. J. NIEMEYER,
Secretary
APPROVED this first day of Octo-
ber, 1940.
HERBERT A. SMITH,
Chief Burgess
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Club's Hoe-Down
To Draw Throng
Old-time Dance Planned
By Old Hickory Gunners
The Old Hickory Gun Club will
turn time back 50 years on Thurs-
day night, October 24, for its Old-
time Hoe-down at Dallas Township
high school. There will be square
and round dances but most people
will go for the breathless old-
fashioned dances which have created
so much fun at the club’s similar af-
fairs in the past.
The entertainment, besides that
provided by Les Warhola’s orches-
tra, will include a vaudeville act by
“Skeets” Pritchard’s crew, vocal
numbers by Herman Kern, this sec-
tion’s songmaster, and dance calling
by “The Man Who Shouts In Mel-
ody.” There will be a door prize
and refreshments.
Fred M. Kiefer, chairman, is as-
sisted by the following: Entertain-
ment, John Hudak, Adam Martin,
Emmett Bergeson; refreshments,
Earl Layou, Shad Goss, Tom Robin-
son; decorations, John Yaple, Bruce
Williams, Dave Bevan; police proteh-
tion, John Yaple; finance, William
Beaney, Peter D. Clark, Russel Da-
vis; reception, Peter D. Clark, Don
Coughlin, Mark Cronin, Herman
Kersteen, Al Bryden, Ralph Hazel-
tine, Strat Brandon, Billy Williams,
Russel Davis, William Seureman,
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Fernbrook Men, Women
Invited To GOP Rally
The men and women of the South
District Republican Club will spon-
sor a joint political rally tonight
(Friday) at 8 at the home of Squire
Anna Neyhardt and have invited
all interested persons to attend.
There will be Willkie moving pic-
tures and addresses by Attorney
Frank Slattery, J. Henry Pool, Don-
ald Wilkinson and others. Refresh-
ments will be served.
Entertains Bible Class
Mrs. Percy Spencer of Shrine
View Road entertained the Ruth
Bible Class of Idetown at her home
on September 27. Those present
were: Mrs. Ella Jones, Mrs. Goldie
Kitchen, Mrs. Jennie Nevil, Mrs.
Della Parrish, Mrs. Libby Shaver,
Mrs. Eva Wright, Mrs. Mary Pokola,
Mrs. Ella Stacey, Miss Marie Spen-
cer, Mrs. Lulu Rogers.
St. Therese's Church
Plans Turkey Dinner
The annual autumn fete of St.
Therese’s Church of Shavertown will
be a turkey supper to be served by
the women of the parish in the
church auditorium on October 29.
Rev. Harold Durkin is pastor.
Bill Carey, Phil Harris, Joe Ches-
lick, Joe MacVeigh, Bert Smith,
Dave Bevan. i
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