HAFFEE
ROARING HORSE
BY ERNEST HAYCOX
“You let nothing past you.”
“I have studied it a long
dme,” said Woolfridge. “There
Ls yet one difficult barrier to
cross. I have got to buy out
Batterlee or the whole thing
falls to pieces. His land slices
my project in two. The ditch
runs across it; and the man
would let his fingers be hacked
off before he’d see the cattle
range split in'- homesteads.
Bo I have got to take him out
of th? game.”
“From what I saw of him,”
suggested Bangor, "he looks
botli prosperous and stub
born.”
“Both," agreed Woolfridge.
*‘But all men have a price.
Somewhere up the scale I’ll
find his. Now, we must work
quietly and let nothing get
out. You don’t know how
cattle land hates the smell of
small farms. They’d block me
If they understood. The name
of my dummy—they wonder
v/ho is behind it—sounds like
n big joke to them. They can’t
understand how this country
v/ill ever get water. Moreover,
they don’t want it.”
* “Who is in with you on this
deal?” questioned Bangor.
"Nobody. "When I want a
thing done I do it myself. I
never let another man see my
hand if I can help it. And the
rewards I keep alone, having
v;ell earned them.”
In saying that the core of
his nature broke through the
neutral wrappings and lay ex
posed. His round cheeks were
flushed and hard; there was a
slanting, oriental cast to his
eyes that defied Bangor’s
power of analysis. Bangor saw
part of Woolfridge’s under
lying coldness and a part of
tile man’s acquisitive will, but
there was still some latent
explosive force beyond sight.
It v/as to him an uncomfort
able moment. He broke it
quickly.
“We should have an answer
to our application in Wash
ington. That’s only formality.
It will go through. And so will
our busines with the terri
torial engineer. You had
better get your necessary legal
business in order as well.”
“i am taxing care ox max,,
caicl Woolfridge. Bangor had
the disquieting sensation that
the man had taken care of a
great many things. He knew
Woolfridge very well; he knew
his approximate wealth and
connections. Yet from time to
time Woolfridge surprised him
by producing still another
weapon out of the case. Stock,
a friendly official, some secret
control.
“Well,” went on Bangor,
“when you are ready to break
the news let me know. I'll hold
off until then. By the way,
the governor is preparing to
lay a series of distinctly
radical reforms before the en
suing legislature. I don’t like
it. But we’ll beat them.”
“Give the governor my re
gards,” was Woolfridge’s
ironical comment. “Two years
from now I’ll send him back
to private life.”
“How?” was Bangor’s start
led question.
Woolfridge shrugged his
shoulders and motioned to the
bottle. The interview was over.
They drank in silence, and
Woolfridge prepared to leave.
By the door he turned for a
last word. “See you in the
morning. You are sitting with
mo. It will be very interesting.
Watch a man named Jim
Chaffee. It will repay you. He
has a terrific reputation for
ability in these parts.” He
seemed to thaw and drop back
to his incorispicious role. “By
the way, Gay Thatcher is an
extraordinarily charming
lady. Where is she from?”
“Don’t know,” said Bangor.
“She’s been socially up around
the capital this fall. Her past
Not Prohibition Policy.
From Christian Science Monitor.
The nontoxic denaturant for in
dutrial alcohol just announced for
use in federal regulation of this
commodity is more than a forward
step in prohibition enforcement. It
is a contribution to public safety. No
right-minded prohibitionist can
view without concern the suffering
which drinkers impose upon them
selves and others by unwittingly im
bibing toxic material. The purpose
of the prohibition laws is to better
the state of individuals, not make
^ Under present interpretations of
the law. the buyer and drinker of
s
seems to be entirely her own
business, but she walks
through the best doors.”
“I should think so,” mur
mured Woolfridge, and let
himself out.
Bangor waited a spell. Then
he pulled off his shoes and
stared a long, long interval
at the wall. His thoughts
seemed to displease him, and
in the end he spoke a short
piece. “How did he get that
stock in the first place, and
how did he know we were
battling for a place in the
sun? Now he talks to me as
if I were a secretary. Me! And
I’d like to throw him over
board but don’t dare. He’s
playing his own cards, which
may not be mine. Where does
he think he’s going to get the
power to defeat the governor?
That man is a profound
i mystery.”
William Wells Woolfridge
; went down the plush carpeted
stairway of the Gusher and
paused in the lobby beneath
a crystal chandelier. The
Gusher v/as not a modern
hotel. Its frame dated back to
an ancient army post But
recently unknown capit: 1 had
taken over and remodeled
the place. It glittered cheer
fully of a night, its walls were
loaded with murals, and its
woodwork ran to fancy scrolls
and jigsaw figures. Sach
room on the lower floor
opened grandly Into another
—lobby, dining hall, ballroom,
and gaming parlor; and each
room was differently colored
and took name from that
color. Most appropriately the
gaming parlor was called the
Gold Room, into which Wool
fridge sauntered, seeming
pleased at the comfortable
crowd gathered there. It
should have pleased. It was
his hotel, though this was
another under-cover posses
sion, and the Gold Room was
his idea. It netted him money;
it furnished a cosmopolitan
air to the town and public
sentiment in no wise disap
proved. The Gold Room, ac
cording to his own rigid di
rections, was thoroughly
genteel, and women some
times stood at the doorway
looking on. There was a bar
beyond a partition, but not a
drop of liquor entered the
precincts of this room; men
went to the bar if they were
athirst.
». i 1 A. A 1
lilt; placing uau oi-ui tcu, ijiau
lie found Dad Satterlee lean
ing idle against a wall, talk
ing politics to French Melotte,
looking for all the world like
a man who had absolutely no
interest in the click of chips j
or the shuffle of cards. Dad
was an inveterate poker
player, but he went about it
cagily. Woolfridge tapped him
on the arm and nodded to
ward the lobby. Satterlee fol
lowed, his red, blunt face
shining honestly against the
light, his hair was the color
of iron and his eyes were like
disks of steel; but Satterlee
liked to laugh, and the echo
of it rang strong and free
wherever he was.
“Nice crowd,” said Dad,
scanning the lobby.
“That’s right,” agreed Wool
fridge. “About that proposition
| of mine—”
“Oh, hell, I thought you had
somethin’ to tell me about the ;
rodeo. Don’t pester me with
any more offers.”
“I will meet any reasonable
price you set, Satterlee,” in
sisted Woolfridge. “I’m
serious.”
“Yuh? Son, if I set a price
it wouldn’t be nowise reason
able. And that’s likewise
serious. What would me and
my wife do with a lot of money
and no place to go? Shucks,
you ain’t talkin’ to a poor
man.”
“Now you’re trying to draw
! intoxicants has committed no legal i
offense. Yet he pays the most severe |
! penalty when he drinks toxic liquors i
j placed at his disposal by those
j against whom the law is directed—
the illegal manufacturer, transport
er and seller. The new denaturant
should protect drinkers from the
results of their submission to an en
slaving habit—and their connivance
in someone else's crime—without in
flicting upon them a penalty for
this weakness exceeding that meted
out to deliberate criminals.
“Pine,” says the drinker. “Now
it is safe to patronize any kind of
a bootlegger." Safe? But it must be
that, alcohol itself is toxic,
me into something else," said
Woolfridge mildly. “I don’t
care what you do With the
money. Buy a battleship and
tour the world. It may sound
like nonsense to you, but I
need your range worse than
you do. I want it bad enough
to pay a stiff price. And I hive
always found a man could buy
anything if he wanted it
sufficiently. I have found all
men will sell at a price. I’m
trying to find yours.”
“Great shades!” snorted
Dad. “You got the dangdest
way of dickerin’ I ever heard
tell about. Same as sayin’ I
can keep on talkin’, but you’ll
get my land by and by.”
“I’m trying to find your
price.”
“Well, I’ll set a price high
enough to keep you off,” said
Dad. Immediately he checked
himself and looked into Wool
fridge’s face with a sharp,
shrewd penetration. “No, I
won’t let you run me into any
corral like that, either. Might
take me up. You’re foxy, but
you ain’t got good sense tryin’
to extend your range in a bad
year. Not when you got to pay j
boom prices. What’s in the [
back of your coco, anyhow?”
“Just what I told you,” was
Woolfridge’s patient answer.
“I want to be the kingpin in
this piece of country. If a man
can afford to nurse his vanity,
why not?”
Satterlee bit into ms cigar
and became mellow. “Now,
listen. I was born here. I
courted my wife here, and I
buried three kids out yonder
on a green little knoll. I made
money here, and I’ve sorter
put my roots way down deep.
Don’t talk dicker to me any
more, son. I’m finished. All
you and me can discuss is
horses and buckers to-mor
row. Believe I'll sit in a judi
cious game.”
He left Woolfridge, eyes
sparkling with the robust an
ticipation of battle. Wool
fridge watched him settle up
to a vacant table and crook
his fingers at sundry pros
pects. There was one particu
lar man who seemed on the
verge of joining this new
game; but Woolfridge caught
that man’s eye and held it
for a fraction of a moment.
He turned into the street and
walked through the shadows.
In a little while somebody
drew abreast, obscured. “What
was it, Mr. Wolfridge?”
“Before you sit in that game
with Satterlee,” murmured
Woolfridge, “I wanted to tell
you to tighten your play all
around. Tighten it up, Clyde, '
understand? Play for Satter
lee and let the others win or
lose, but play for Satterlee.”
A moment’s silence. “You I
told me when you brought me
into this country, Mr. Wool- i
fridge, I was not to turn u ;
crooked card.”
‘So l cud and so you nave. |
And you have built up a repu
tation for being square. Which
is exactly what I wanted you
to do. Now go back there and
do as I say. I have been nurs
ing you along for this particu
lar time. Use all the tricks in
your bag, Clyde, which are
manilold. That's all.”
“How much have I got be
hind me to do this?”
“You are free to sign I O
U's to twenty thousand. I’ll
privately protect them. I’ll
protect any obligation—so
long as you whittle down
Satterlee. Boost the play high.
Dad's feeling good. Now go
back there and work.”
“All right—”
Behind them was the
smashing of glass and one
sharp explosion. They turned
to see a saloon door erupt a
vast, towering form. Down the
street came a mighty wailing [
cry, weii;d and full throated
and savage; a cry that seemed j
possible only to some enraged
beast. It poured along the
thoroughfare, striking a chill |
into the holiday humor of the
crowd. Clyde the gambler
swore and made nervous ges
tures with his slim fingers.
“Great God, what’s that?” ,
Woolfridge lifted his thin
shoulders. “That is Theodorik
Perrine twisting his own tail
for to-morrow’s battle.”
and the new denatured renders it
far from pleasant. This by-produjt
of petroleum refining may not load
beverages with what is additionally
toxic, but it certainly spoils their
taste. Its flavor is described as a
compound of the aromas of ‘‘chloro
form, benzine, overripe eggs, garlic
and very strong onions.” Moreover,
it mingles so inseparably with the
alcohol, when used in production,
as thus far to defy the most drastic
manipulation for its removal.
Much capital has been made by
dry law critics of the alleged callous
or deliberate poisoning of alcohol
by federal bureaus. This charge is
based upon the use of wood alcohol
CHAPTER, in
A Duel of the Arena
The flag was up; the cow
boy band had finished the last
tar of the national anthem;
the crowd in the grandstands
settled back; a pistol cracked
at the far turn of the track;
and a dozen ponies came bat
tering down the main stretch
on the opening relay of the
rodeo. Excitement roared from
one end of the field to the
other; the crowd was up again
and yelling encouragement to
the riders swirling through
the dust. Yellow and red
flashed in the sun; there was
a sudden melee at the opposite
turn of the track, and a pony
went down, rider swinging
through the air. A sigh like
the pasage of wind swept the
onlookers; then the race was
over, and the spilled rider sat
up and waved his hand at his
departing horse. Again a pis
tol cracked; the show was
under way.
The rodeo hands were in the
center of the field with the
first, of the bucking horses,
each brute snubbed up to the
hand’s saddle horn. Blindfolds
were on, and men went about
the ticklish business of sad
dling. Jim Chaffee stood at one
side of the arena, smoking a
cigaret and looking over the
fence to some far distant
point of the horizon. His long
iegs were spread sngntiy
apart, his blue neckpiece flut
tered slightly to the wind, and
his uptilted hat let the sun fall
fully on his lean, bronzed
cheeks. His eyes were half
closed, the cigaret drooped
from a corner of his thin lips.
It was a splendid picture of
a man relaxed and indif
ferent; he seemed entirely
forgetful at the moment of
the part he was about to play
And in truth he was. Looking
northward, gravely wistful of
features, he was seeing in his
mind the cabin by the creek
and the tall surrounding
cottonwoods. It didn’t seem
right that so cheerful and
tucked-in a place should be
lying tenantless. There ought
to be a fire in the stove, and
somebody ought to be cut
fixing that broken corral pole.
And he was saying: “I never
will find another like it. Not
in a thousand years.”
Gay Thatcher saw him there
and stored the picture in her
memory. Leaning forward
from the foremost box in the
stands she drew the attention
of William Wells Woolfridge.
"Is he riding to-day?”
Woolfridge was one of the
three judges; at present he
sat on his horse beside the
other two, French Melotte
and Dad Satterlee, waiting for
the rodeo hands to get the
buckers ready. He turned at
her question. “Who? Chaffee
—yes he’s riding, Miss Gay.
He has some reputation for
that sort of thing in this
country.”
xie l u u rw a—pittuicoquc,
said Gay, then inwardly pro
tested at her own use of the
word. It sounded exactly like
what a tourist would say. She
wasn’t a tourist and she
hadn’t meant that. “I mean
he looks exactly like a West
erner should look.”
Woolfridge smiled. “Perhapi
there’s a little grandstand
gesture in that pose. Most of
the boys like to show off be
fore a crowd.”
Dad Satterlee had his at
tention on the field, but he
caught that last sentence and
turned suddenly. “What you
talkin’ about, son? Chaffee
don’t play to the crowd. He
ain’t built that way. Never
was, never will. He wasn’t
even figurin’ on competin’
this year. That ranch of his
sorter ties him down.”
“He no longer has It,’
corrected Woolfridge, amused.
“He lost it. The bank took it
over yesterday.”
“Oh,” said Gay, instantly
sorry.
Satterlee’s bulldog face
showed disbelief. "What’s
that? you’re kiddin’ us, Wool
fridge. He’d come to me for
help first. He’d told me right
off.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
and other toxic materials in the de
naturing process. Far from being a
vindictive device of prohibition bu
reaus. thus method was adopted by
the United States about 50 years ago
under the internal revenue laws.
WOMEN KICK ON HIS TALES
Chico, Cal—(UP)—‘Hen” Tur
ner, tender of a bridge at Oroville,
must “pipe down” the women ot
Oroville have demanded. “Hen.” it
seems, likes a good story and, being
slightly deaf, tells them in a loud
voice. And, the women say, some
of his chuckle-makers are spicy, to
say the least, so they told the board
I of supervisors about it.
SONS OF NOTED
IOWA FARMER
CARRY ON WORK
Held Family Wins Fame
as Breeders of
Shorthorns
BY FRANCIS T. MARTIN
Philip Held, born in Germany, ol
.'Idenburg extraction, made good in
America, the land of his adoption.
When people in Plymouth county
speak of Philip Held and of what
he had accomplished, they are of
one mind—that he was a forward
looking man who had progressive
ideas in all matters pertaining to
agricultural affairs and of advanced
ideas in the production of the bet
ter types of livestock.
When Held came.to America in
1852, he was young and vigorous
and, to his mind, he stood at the
threshold of a promising career. For
a while he stayed in New York
City, but urban life held no attrac
tions for him. Like other men of
his time, the pioneer spirit was in
his blood, and the ownership and
occupancy of land was his great
desire.
Came West in 1855
So, in 1855 he came west, as far
as Sioux City, and in those days,
Sioux City wasn’t much to look at.
Crossing the “Big Muddy’’ there,
Held had it in mind to keep on
going west, but when he reached
the vicinity where Jackson, Neb.,
now is, he remained there for some
time.
But he wasn’t satisfied there. His
restless spirit wanted to make a
change, and he came back to Iowa
and finally established himself a
few miles from Sioux City. That
was in 1862.
When the railroads came, the
town of Hinton was founded, and
it is around this town that the ac
tivities of Philip Held grew into be
ing, and assumed proportions of
commanding importance in the
years that followed. Held home
steaded a tract of land at first, and
afterward began to buy land ad
joining until he had accumulated 1,
200 acres.
Turns to Shorthorns
After a bit the older members of
his children reached an age where
they were of help to their father,
and it was then that attention was
paid to the breeding of Shorthorns,
and Oldenburg coach horses. The
present Mondamin farm was found
ed in 1879 and in 1887 its first
Shorthorns came, ard became a
herd that for years has been a pillar
of strength in the production and
distribution of meritorious seed
stock.
When Philip Held passed on, his
sons, Philip, Ed and Walter, gave
the best of their attention to tUe
administration of the affairs of
Mondamin farm, and its subsi
diaries, and the breeding of good
Shorthorns and the feedinf of cat
tle and sheep for the markets has
been their big business.
The Shorthorn herds are main
tained on a basis that ncv«r fails
to show a profit. No frills nor fan
cies are tolerated in their manage
ment. The Held's are sticklers for
good blood in their cattle; they
want a substantial background of
good breeding, bt they don't want
things which, to their minds, aro
detrimental to the best interests of
the business.
Care Factor in Success
The herds have the care that ts
necessary for their health and
thrift and for the proper develop
ment of the young. They grow out
their young cattle in a proper man
ner and, as a result, no undernour
ished cattle are found on their
farms. Breeders and farmers have
bought the surplus of these herds
ever since their establishment.
The Helds handle hogs on a big
scale, too, and this is one of the
profitable ends of their business.
There are seven of the Held broth
ers, and thej^ail have the same ob
jective, that of farming and rais
ing and feeding livestock. G. E.
Held has been honored with elective
office, and has served his county
as state representative for several
consecutive terms. Held brothers
have made their mark in Iowa’s
agricultural and livestock develop
ment. They know the soil and its
possibilities, and the crops pro
duced when fed to quality livestock
is the secret of their continued suc
cess.
Corn Treated to Kill
Any Disease Germs
Tipton. la- —Treatment of
corn with commercial dust to kill
any disease that may have started
in the seed was found successful in
tests conducted at the R. H. Domer
farm near here. Three different
varieties of seed corn were treated
with as many varieties of commer
cial dust before planting.
An average of the three different
dusts on an early variety of com
increased the yield 4.7 bushels an
acre; on a medium variety 6.3 bush
els an acre, and on a late variety,
1.7 bushels. The corn was planted
in 10 different plots scattered
through a field and the comparison
was made with the crop grown in
the rest of the field.
Tl'RKEY *r*IONEY
Turkey raising is a big industry
in Nevada. Total business of the
last three years amounted to more
than $41,500,000.
CORN WITHSTANDS WIND
Ames, la. - ~ studying
heavy wind damage, corn breeders
have found that some hybrids—
crosses of inbred strains—were not
evm leaning while in adjoining
rows of ordinary corn as much as
56 to 60 per cent had been blown
down.
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One to Star With.
From Answers.
Customer; I say, do you sharpen
razors?
Barber: Why of course, sir.
Customer: Well, then, would you
mind sharpening the one you are
cutting my chin with now?
I that
sluggish
III reeling
Put yourself right with nature by
chewing Feon-a- mint. Works mildly
but effectively in small doses. Modem
— safe — scientific. For the family.
Feenamint
h
FOR CONSTIPATION
The ideal
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Sunshine All Winter Long
Splendid roads—towering mountain
ranges—Highest type hotels—dry in
vigorating air—clear starlit nights—
California’! Foremoit Desert Playground
Sale*men. Sell llamly Andy ('linker Ton pa,
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Wanted—Men, Women, to distribute sam
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Cuff Made Useful
In Liverpool, England, policemen
Are going to write it on the cuff in
their search for motor thieves. Each
man on the force has been provided
with a specially designed white cuff,
on which he is to Inscribe the li
cense numbers of all cars reported
stolen. Whenever he suspects a pass
ing motorist all lie has to do is glance
at his list. The cuffs have been made
so that the number can be erased.
Happy Again
"Nothing seemed to please Betty
Jean,” says Mrs. James W. Nolen,
11.” Ceanter St., I ‘alias, Texas. “Sh©
was feverish and fretful. Her appe
tite was poor; she seemed bilious.
“A child specialist recommended
California Fig Syrup and It certainly
made my little girl happy, well again
in a hurry. We have used it over
three years for all her upsets.”
Mothers by thousands praise this
pur© vegetable product. Children
love it. Doctors recommend it for
feverish, headachy, bilious, consti
pated babies and children; to open
the bowels in colds or children’s
diseases.
Appetite Is increased by its use;
the breath is sweetened; coated
tongue Is cleared; digestion and as
similation are assisted; weak stom
ach and bowels are strengthened.
For your protection the genuine
always bears the name California.
LAXATIVE-TONIC for CHILDREN!
Friendship's Blindness
“Our close friends," said HI Ho,
the sage of Chinatown, “have so
much opportunity to observe our
faults that lbey generously cease to
lie ini crested in them.’’—Washington
Star.
No meals were ever so depressing
as those eaten in a pi-or backwoods
hotel by the light of a kerosene
lamp swung from the ceiling.
Garfield Tea
Was Your
Grandmother’s Remedy
hor every stom
ach and intestinal
ill. This good old
fashioned herb
home remedy for
c oust ipatiou,
istomach ills and
other derange
merits of the sys
tem so prevalent these days Is in
even greater favor as a family med
icine than in your grandmother’s
day.
