Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 20 May 1940 — Page 15

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By TOM HORNER

CAST OF CHARACTERS

MOXNIE MILE er mania for fast driving almost wrecked her romance.

FUNNY SIDE UP

- THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES By Abner Dean | OUR BOARDING MOUSE

With Major Hoople

MONDAY, MAY 20, 1940 By Williams

LARRY COLLIN —hewspager renorter, hunting the murderers of his brother. MIKE BENTLEY—wealthy rancher, knew tee much about auto accidents.

YESTERDAY: Larry buys new clothes, pores as a cowhand, gets a job on Col. Miles’ ranch. Meonnie is wetermined to get rid of him. She plots with Barnes, the foreman, lets Larry try te ride a snaky black horse. Larry is thrown. |

CHAPTER FOUR LARRY WAS on his hands and knees, shaking his head. as Barnes reached him, pulled him to his] feet. { “Sorry, kid. Youre not hurt?” Barnes led Larry to the corral| tank, pushed his head under water. | Larry came up sputtering, as the fcy water cleared his befuddled | mind. “I'm all right, how's the horse?” | Larry tried to grin. He wanted to| swing on Barnes, but the hand on his shoulder was friendly. This was | Monnie's idea—her way of pav-| ing him back. Barnes was just tak- | ing orders. “Youll be all right in a minute.” Barnes said. “Guess that saddle] dont fit?” ! “Saddles all right— So am I.”| Larry straightened, turned to face | the girl. She was still perched on | the top rail, laughing at him Larry turned back to Barnes. | “Catch that black again. I'll ride | him this time.” | Larry approached the horse] more cautiously the second time Nostrils distended, ears back, legs widespread, the black waited. Both horse and rider knew that this ride would be worse than the first. | One would win, but it was sure te be a battle. | Larry grabbed the cheekstrap.| pulled the blacks head close. He| set his boot firmly in the stirrup, reached for the saddlehorn. Then Quickly, surely, he swung into the | saddle. His right foot found the! stirrup, and he was seated firmly | before the black head went down. ! Right arm swinging. Larry took everything the black had to offer. Crashing pitches, spins, sunfishes. | Larry clung to the saddle as if he! were giued there. anticipated the blacks every move. The black was mean, but he was! a smart horse. He knew when tol quit. After a dozen futile ate | tempts to get rid of Larry again. the horse quit pitching, was ready

to go to work. Larry rode over to) Monnie. » 5 » “NEXT TIME, pick a really

tough one.” he said. Hope you've enjoyed the show—I have!” He dismounted. slipped through | the corral bars and walked to the! bunkhouse. Barnes came

up to the girl “That boy can ride, all right.” “Maybe,” Monnie conceded. “but

he still looks like a tenderfoot— or someone that has no business being on the Hayhoock She stared off into the distance “Pete,” she said at last. “That canyon fence, up toward Bentley's —Is that still down?” Barnes nodded. “Been going to send someone up to work on that for a week. Never got around to! it. Why?” “Put Collins on it Couple of days digging post holes won't hurt him—much.” “Okay, Miss Monnie. ‘ sure glad you ain't mad at me Sweat poured off Larry Collins. His back ached. His arms ached. His hands blistered. He tamped the earth viciously around anothe: post. It was 100 in the there was no shade that little patch of black under the wagon. The mules stood there in the heat, heads down, asleep on their feet. That patch of shade was inviting So was the water Jug, beside the wagon wheel, Larry threw down his tamping | bar, picked up the post hole diggers. He sighted the fence line. | slammed the diggers into the ground. The canyon {loor, | tramped by thousands of hoofs, | was like concrete. Ten posts. Two more to go. And Steve Clerk called himself a slave driver. Larry worked mechanically, slam- | ming the spade-like jaws of the! diggers into the packed ground, | spreading the long wood handles |

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ing the diggers out of the ground with their handful of earth. » » » FINALLY the last post was set. Time for a drink and a smoke. . . .! Never realized water could taste so good . . . warm water, too. Larry | rolled a cigaret, stretched out in the shade, his back against a wagon wheel to dream of Monnie. Monnie . . . She'd look swell in an evening dress, dancing at the Roof. . . . Shed looked swell in a house dress, too, waiting for him! to come home at night He rubbed the fire from his cig-| aret out on the wagon wheel. lifted a spool of barbed wire from the wagon and Kicked it down to the first post Two men were riding down the canyon toward him. One of them| looked like an ordinary cowhand.| He wore English riding boots, light whipcords, dark coat, white] shirt and a necktie! A wide-| primmed, flat-crowned white somprero shadowed his face. He was darkly handsome, and young. Lammy jooked up to greet them as they drew rein at the wagon. The well-| dressed horseman rode closer to) Larry, the other remained a little] distance away. Larry caught the | gleam of sunlight on a carbine in| the cowhand’s saddle scabbard. “Howdy, cowboy,” the man in the| white hat called. “Barnes got| around to fixing this fence at last. | . + + Better put in a gate here. I] use this canyon a lot, driving down | to the railroad.” parry didn't like the stranger's] tone. “Barnes didn't say to put a gate here.” “Well, there's got to be one here.” | The man was giving orders. “I'm Bentley, Own the place up the river. The Colonel will want that gate here, too. | “If the Colonel wants a gate here, | Bentley,” Larry answered, meeting! the other man’s eves, “I reckon he'll say something about it.” He turned his back on Bentley, went on un-| rolling wire. | “FT want a gate in this gap, and; »

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—By Raeburn Van Buren

SCHOOL DIGNANT DEBS

THE FIRST DAY AT MISS CHUTNEYS FINISHING HAS BEEN AN EXCITING ONE. THE IN:

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CHUTNEY SEE IT HAPPEN, AN’ HE SAY ‘BD TWAT YOU INTERFER-| | SNOBS HAVE PLACED BE BRUTALLY FRANKE' IE GIRL | SOCK TELL MISS CHUTNEY: ED INA EL BE- THOSE TWO POOR KIDS IN | PETER- | «SHOULD HE wil TELL TWEEN OUR SENIORS COVENTRY: TAL BREAK LIKE TO SEE IT ha. MBS CHUTNEY AND ONE@F THE NEW THEIR HEARTS THEY'LL HAPPEN AGAIN. | Sp ‘BOUT SOMETHIN’ GIRLS ~ THE SAVAGE LEAVE SCHOOL. I'VE SEEN/OON'T WANT THAT BAD SHE Dor ONE, | BELIEVE IT HAPPEN [TYPEOF GIRL IN THIS

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