davidaulloa/AmericanStories huggingface dataset:
Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1938-05-16
AMERICAN LEAGUE
10000 Bass Are
Planted in Lakes
Throughout State

Raleigh, May Reconnaissance
John D. Chalk, of the game and in
land fish division of the Department
of Conservation and Development,
said today that about 10000 large
mouth bass have been recently plant
ed in lakes of the State.
The fish were taken from the State
fish hatchery near Fayetteville, he
said.
This distribution of fish has oc-
CURED much earlier than usual be-
cause the large mouth black bass
started their spawning . season at
least two weeks earlier this year than
last spring, Chalk said.
Of the fish, about 10000 were
planted in Oxford Lake, Catawba
county; 10000 were released in
Phelps Lake in Washington and Tyr
rell counties; $4,000 were placed in
Lake Waccamaw in Columbus coun-
ty; and 10000 were planted in Hoke
county lakes.
TO transport the fish from the hat
cherry, a new specially equipped
truck was used Chalk said. This
can haul so ten gallon cans of fish
at load and is equipped with an air
compressor which pumps air into
each can, properly aerating the water
SO as to provide the fish with suff:-
clent air to keep them alive and in
healthy condition, even on long trips.
ny use of this truck and the speci-
ally trained crew from the State hat
cherry the number of fish lost in
transit to lakes where they are to be
released has been greatly decreased.
The truck and equipment are the
design of Charles w. Burnham, sup
cruising fish culturist of the game
and wish division and is similar to
equipment in use by the U. S. Bureau
of Fisheries.
An additional shipment of fish is
scheduled to go to Lake Phelps
within the next few days, while ship
ments will also be sent to Lake James
and Lake Rhodiss, near Hickory and
Marion. Fish will also be sent to
Lake Lure soon.
Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1938-05-16
RINGER TOURNEY IS
DRAWING INTEREST
D. J. Cooper PAGES Field
With 62; Watkins, Powell
Are Ahead

Keen interest and low golf scores
are being shown in the ringer tour
nament now underway at West End
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Country Club.

Country Club.
There are three classifications for
the golfers, the one holding the low
net score at the end of the tourney
IN The various classifications will be
awarded valuable prizes. Par for the
course is 20.
In group "A", d. j. Cooper is pacing
the field with a 50, while the next
three are closely punched. H. B. White
is in second place with 65, J. IT.
Brodie has a Sc and N p. Strause at
e.
A. ]. Watkins is tops in class ''B''
with an even 80, while in class &C.
Henry T. Powell has an 81 for best
score as yet.
These scores are subject to change
at the end of every round of golf as
the player posts his lowest on indi-
vidual holes.
Scores in the ladies tournament
were not made public today.
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He looked at her on her horse. She
was dressed much as an American
girl would be on any Of a hundred
southwestern resorts or ranches
riding trousers, boots, shirt, neck
erchief, some kind of band around
her black hair, gay colors. rouge
on her cheeks.
"Yonder ISIS a sahuaro cactus
see, with three arm? ?"
"Unh hlnh," Bill nodded assent.
"Iss wan-half mile from here. I
have race here many time" They
had stopped their horses beside a
huge red boulder. The landscape
was truly inspiring.
"Okay," Bill agreed. "But
what'n we have for a prize? Let
me see" He was entering into
the game Of it.
LAS time, when l race wiz
Carlos Villaverde, we bet thee box
Of candee against thee-kees!"
Her eyes twinkled mischievously
at him. He could not help smiling
down at her. No honest man will
deliberately ignore a pretty girls
wiles, even when he sees through
them. Bill laughed aloud.
ga bet it is, Pamela! But warn
you, Yankees are faster than
wildfres. I intend to collect that
kiss" " -
He aR6 . lunch that she also
inte~@~d him 20 collect, but she
certainly At6u't hold Fuego back.
Her snAAsri horse responded,
when she touched his ribs with her
heels, like some sort Of animated
spring that had been tense and
waiting. Yanqui was heavier. He
was length behind when he got
going, but his longer more power
full legs began to close in soon.
"EE-YOWw Bill Baron yelled
liked a cowboy, bending low in his
saddle, rising slightly on his stir
r1ps to smooth Yanqui's rhythm.
This really is a horse, he thought,
admiringly.
| But Fuego snorted and got down
to business too, and it was OBJ
vious that Pamela was ranch
reared, perhaps literally nursed in
a saddle as many another south
western kid has been. The smaller
pony stretched his neck, threw
gravel at Yanqui from fast-patter-
ing hooves. "Home stretch!'
shouted Bill. when they neared the
cactus goal.
| The race apparently was one OF
those Photographic finishes you
read about. Yank and Fsuege
jolted to a stop at the insistent
pull Of reins. They had not been
satisfied, whatever their riders
wanted, and would have dashed on
The man and girl were laughing
4 well ?" said Bill.
i What you theenk 2" Pamela
/ smiled prettily. M
i Looked like tie to me, Pamela
Maybe I'm wrong"
i Then we can pay no prizes"
! "Oh no! think we each ought
to collect. Huh? Is there a con
| fectionery near? Anyway I shall
surely send you the candy"
What man doesn't like thus t
make talk with a pretty girl. *
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pretend he is teasing even when
they both know he isn't, to enjoy
the subtle intimacy and fellowship
with her? It makes no particular
difference whether she is mice" or
not, whether he entirely approves
of her or knows positively that she
is a conscienceless flirt.
Pamela looked happily at him,
admiring him openly.
II pay you thee kees-wl1en you
want. But to KEGS on thee horse
ISIS not so good. Maybee you aim
at thee lips and KEGS thee cheen, or
thee earl"
Bill laughed again and made a
motion as if to grab her and col
lect his kiss; but both Yanqui and
Fuego had ideas in the matter.
They thought the race was on
again, and resumed galloping.
| The man and girl had climbed
a long slope and down the other
side, circled cup-shaped pile of
rock cliffs higher than an ordinary
city skyscraper, and were heading
up mountain trail. The scenery
was impressive, always. When the
two had refined their horses to a
walk and went steadily climbing,
Bill permitted himself to use that
lfavorite conversational chrome:
GLORY, but thar's gold in them
thar hills!"
It is not really such a trite
phrase any more. It means now
that the hills hold treasures OF
color and form-of scenic beauty.
regardless Of any yellow meta.
And that was what Bill had in
mind.
"Thee view-iss grand" saiA
Pamela, pointing. a
els grand" he nodded.
i They penetrated deeper into
the mountains than they realized.
| just riding, talking little, stimu
lated by clean thin air ard nx
youthful buoyancy of spirit, CIR.
ried by horses who had needed aGtl
wanted exercise.
Once beside a great boulder.
around which the now faint tfSia
turned, they paused to blow Their
horses and look back and down
Bill estimated that they could sec
hundred miles now, across hills
and valleys to the next horizon.
In it was the thrill he loved so wei,
! the indefnable soul lift that
comes with aviation.
i The two sat there staring FIR
perhaps half minute, obliv.uus 1i-
most of each other, so eson,ena:sd-
ing was the scenery. The spell Of
the outdoors had gripped Blu. like
| the heavenly narcotic il II IN
esthetic souls.
| Wherefore, he could not have
heard any possible straf1gr. noises
near them, any cracking Of t~igs.
any slipping and rolling OF txavel.
any swish Of air.
/ All he knew was that q sudden
abrupt "plop!" startled him, tb&n
he was jerlxed from his horse
Pamela turned, screamed. Bills
/ body struck the ground. S
A lariat rope had Topped around
him, pinioned his arms to his sides.
II ITO BE Continued)
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[TodaBGdI1leIs

PIEDMONT LEAGUE
Portsmouth at Charlotte.
Rocky Mount at Winston-Salem.
Asheville at Durham.
Richmond at Norfolk. )
AMERICAN LEAGUE
Philadelphia at Cleveland.
Washington at Detroit.
Only games scheduled.
NATIONAL LEAGUE
New York at Philadelphia.
Boston at Brooklyn.
Only games scheduled.
CITY SOFTBALL LEAGUE
Bankers VS.. Roses.
Kiwanis VS.. Gro-Swift
Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1938-05-16
FIREMEN OFF TO
ANNUAL SCHOOLING

Three members of the Henderson
fire department, two of them regular
paid firemen, left this morning for
Asheville, where they will attend the
annual firemens school of the State
Firemen's Association.
J. w. Hayes and w. M. Brame, re-
gular firemen, and G. G. Loughlin, Jr
volunteer, are the three from here
at the school. They will attend Tues
day, wednesday and Thursday ses-
sions.
Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1938-05-16

Red Sox Will Play Four
Contests; Journeys To
Roxboro Tuesday

North Henderson Red Sox face A
busy week, playing four contests, two
on the home ground and two away.
The Sox go to Roxboro Tuesday, re-
turned 10 their own park Wednesday
for a game with Zeb Vance Thursday,
the team goes to Oxford, and will
meet Epson mere Catur-ly afternoon.
Last Saturday., J. the Red Sox
triumphed over West Durham by an
81 score. This game was played at
North Henderson.
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CHAPTER z

THAT MOKNlNG In the QlNlnS
room when Pamela Montoya in
vited Bill to go horseback riding
with her, he told himself he had
no choice in the matter. He al
lowed himself to be led out Of the
dining room. He wanted to tell
Ellen that he would return in a
half hour or so and resume their
plans for leaving the Montoya
rancho, but Pamela was talking
constantly.
''Iss good to have guests" she
was saying. "Excep' for dances
every two three week, ISIS not
much of fun and pleasure on a
dirty cattle ranch, senior. Now
you have come"
THANK you," Bill replied grave
ly. You have been most kind to
us, and we shall be sorry to leave
today"
But you cannot go today"
He looked questioning at her,
pausing there by the horses.
"Oh, no, senior! We have plan
thee partee"
IT am sorry, Miss Montoya.
But"
"Joost call me Pamela.
Ple-e-ease ?"
The Mexican girl had manner
about her. She was vixen, OBJ
.viously, but doggoned pretty one
when she wanted to be. Her lips
seemed particularly expressive,
moving, molding, suggestin e
things even when she was not
smiling or speaking. It is a
trait, said Bill, which he had never
observed in anyone before.
Her voice, too, could have a
distinctive quality about it, a cud-
dly intimate quality. It's tone was
pitched high, so as to make it laugh
and tease and sound almost juve-
nile. Bill suspected it could crack
with fire too, when occasion arose.
"All right, Pamela. 1t is a pretty
name. And as to the party-it
would be pleasure, but Miss
Dale is already overdue in Cali
fornia. I must get her out of
here"
s"She go to California ?"
"Well, no." Bill had forgotten
for the moment, his and Ellen's
unfinished plans for the border
home. Possibly so, I mean"
"But do you have to go wiz
her? She can be escort tt
Nogales."
Pamela made it plain that she
didn't give whoop if Ellen die
leave, but she wanted Bill to stay
Bill grinned, q trif1e sourly
Mounted now, the man and cir
started their horses at brisk
walk. Bill liked the feel of his
An animal with spirit, with energy
and zest for action, always pleased
him. This was almost a show
horse.
'Tss name Yanqui," Pamela said
"Yanqui-Yankeew Bill leaned
to pat the horses shoulder affec.
tionately. "All right, Yank, ole
boy!"
milne ISIS Fuego."
"Ah, Wildfire! But why such {
name as that, Panola?"
"He run like thee wildfire, is!
why. Listen Beel, I make vol
thee race on los caball-on the,
horses, no? race you, you rae,
me. The espeed. Yanqui is mucl
fast, stambien."
Bin laughed out loud. He wa.
enjoying being in the saddle, ant
he was enjoying the little-girl tall
&. Of Pamela Montoya. Back in til,
ranch home she had impressed hin
as more serious type, a perso,
given to formality. and perhaps
little hard.
: But out in the open her gaiet,
shone. Moreover, it was contagiou
Ind that can prejudice people il
anyonc's favor. Bill was thinking
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BLUE DEVILS TOP
FEB VANCE, "a
Moore Hurls Well to Give
North Henderson Lads
Saturday Win

The Blue Devils of North Hender-
son whipped Zeb Vance Saturday
afternoon at North Henderson to 4.
Moore hurled the victory for the
improved Blue Devil nine, while
Beard did the catching. Majors,
Beard and Brinkley, with two hits
each, led the hitting for the winners.
Parkinson, c. Moss and Brown got
two hits each for the visitors.
Score by innings: Il
Zeb Vance .. OO2 10 o.
Blue Devils ......... 1O1 25l ks
C. Moss and Brown; Moore and
Beard 100
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Bill Baron. footloose Texan. and
Ellen Dale, Hollywood film star. are
staying at the Montoya ranch across
the Mexican border where they found
themselves after a lucky parachute
Jump from Earon's plane during a
storm. The wealthy Montoya family
and Ellen grow alarmed when Bill and
Pamela, their hosts daughter, fail to
return from a ride together. Ellen,
enchanted by the atmosphere of old
Mexico here, finds herself growing
much interested in Bill. Don Julio
Montoya and his son. Felix. set out to
trail the missing couple.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY:
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the medical, dental and pharmaceuti-
cal sections of the convention.
A number of social events have
been prepared for the visitors by va
rious local groups.
Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1938-05-16

A booklet of % pages has been :.
sued containing the program for -,
three units, giving facts about How CIV
derson and containing roster of tbo
members of the association. ne
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[:I2e{asNlts:
PIEDMONT LEAGUE

PIEDMONT LEAGUE
Durham 2; Asheville> IA.
Rocky Mount e.. Winston 4.
Norfolk 8; Richmond
Only games played.
AMERICAN LEAGUE
Washington 8; Boston 4.
st. Louis 4 Detroit 1.
Only games played.
NATIONAL LEAGUE
Boston 10; Brooklyn Z.
Chicago 3; Pittsburgh 4.
Only games played,
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In the darkness a building
doomed up before him. It was a
large adobe stable, and it filled
the whole back of the enclosure.
Frank hesitated. He dared not lei
himself be trapped in the stable.
Better go over one of the side
walls.
He caught sight of a figure on
top of the wall. A man was astride
of it. His gun flashed twice. Then
he had jumped down into the
yard and was running toward
Frank.
Amusement filled the mind of
Chiswick. The mar had not fired
at him, but at someone out in the
road.
"This way. Into the stable.
They'll get you out in the OPEN"
Frank followed him into the
building. Why he did so he could
not tell, for the man in front Of
him was Jeff Gray.
up the stairs" Gray ordered.
STOPPING to pick something from
the ground.
The two men ran up to the loft.
Gray handed Cheswick a crowbar
Get to work and knock a hole
through the WALL" he said. We're
going out that way
Frank pushed aside the hay and
began to drive the crowbar into the
crumbly adobe bricks. At each
thrust of the pointed iron the soft
wall, disintegrated into sand and
straw.
Footsteps sounded below. Some
n shouted a comamnd.
Come down from there, CHS
wick, or We'll shoot you into a rag
doll"
In a husky voice Frank Gid not
recognize, Gray called down an
answer. Three of us are up here.
We aim to hold the fort. Don't
monkey with us unless a lot of
you want to be rubbed out"
Vino are you?" the same man
called to them.
Il C men," Gray replied, still in
the heavy voice. "All armed"
Send down Chiswick and we'll
let the rest of you CO."
Go chase yourself through the
brush"
A bullet crashed up through the
floor. Gray fired one down in the
direction from which it had come.
There was a whispered conference
below.
Better give up," the spokesman
advised. We'll sure smoke YOU
out"
Gray played for time. The crow
bar was tearing into the wall.
Will you promise not to hurt US
if we do?" he asked.
Sure. What would we want to
hurt you for? We got a warrant
for the arrest of Chiswick for dis
turbing the peace"
Give us time to talk it over"
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well, hurry up. And no monkey
business. What's that noise up
there?"
There as a rush up the stairs. In
the darkness the defenders had all
the advantage. Gray pistol-wiped
the first man and sent him tumb-
ling back against the others. Frank
drove the point of the crowbar into
the midriff of another. The at
tackers fell back in disorder. Hur-
riedly they scampered out of the
barn. One of them had to be drag
ged.
Back soon," Gray said grimly.
How are you getting along with
that exit-hombres hole?"
With the sleeve of his shirt
Frank wiped away the perspiration
dripping into his eyes. 1t was hot
in the hay under the roof. Give
me ten minutes more" he painted.
You don't get ten minutes"
Gray told him, and he handed his
revolver to the younger man. Give
me that crowbar awhile"
With short drives the redhaired
man slashed at the wall. The point
of the crowbar went through. The
hole grew larger.
why not ten minutes?" Frank
asked. Think they'll rush us
apainon
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PAGE NINE

Not none. They will set fire to
the hay below and burn us out"
Good Godl We'd better go down
and try to mold them back from
getting into the barn."
II wouldn't say so. Three-four
would get killed, including maybe
me. Well just about make it. The
creek is below. Well drop down in
the brush and slip away-if we're
lucky"
And if we're not?" Frank asked.
His companion pried out an
adobe brick. I've been in a lot
worse tights than this" he said.
Frank had been slammed from
the saddle to the ground many
times. He had been in stampedes
and billiards.. These seemed to
him trifling hazards compared to
the danger he was in now
wish it was lighter, so you could
see better" he replied, emulating
the GOODNESS of the other.
1T will be light enough soon, if
I don't miss my guess
Gray stopped and worked at a
loose brick with his hands.
Someone ran into the barn. From
the top of the stairway ChisWick
fired.
"Get him?' inquired Gray.
(TO BE CONTINUED
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had found out about him.
Frank decided to take as few
chances as possible. He would side
step any attempt of Norris or Lou
Howard to get him into a quarrel.
Tonight he would stay in his room.
1t came to him later that per-
haps Gray had been sent by Sherm
Howard in the hope of driving him
out of town. There might be
something doing they did not want
him to know about. He would stick
around for another day or two at
least.
After supper a Mexican came
with a message for him. Lee Ches-
wick, the man said, was at Yell
Sanger's store and wanted to see
him at once.
when did my father reach
town." Frank asked.
The man shook his head. mo
sabe, senior. His horses are at the
hitchrack in front of Sanger's."
mot alone, then?"
"Senor Brand is with him."
1C1l IT'LL IL NC UI1C1C p1OIlCO.
Frank went back to the bed
room for his hat. He felt as if a
load had been rolled from his
chest. In spite of what he had told
Gray, he had been worried at the
warming. He had wanted to light
out for the ranch and only his
sense of duty was keeping him in
town. Now he could pass his fears
to broader shoulders He would not
have to play a lone hand any
longer.
A man coming into the house
stepped to one side to let Frank
out. The nan was Jeff Gray.
"Wait a minute, Chiswick," he
said urgently. They're aiming to
ambush you"
Frank did not answer, nor did
he look back. He was not going to
let this fellow influence him. But
the heart under his ribs began to
pound furiously. Involuntarily he
quickened his pace.
Come back, you fool" the
crook-nosed man ordered. They're
posted in the cottonwoods over
there"
Chiswick did not believe him,
but a queer chill ran up and down
his spine. He kept going, follow
ing an adobe wall parallel to the
road.
The angry bark of a revolver
sounded. Frank whirled, dragging
out his weapon. Swiftly he fired
at Gray. He knew the shot had
come from the gun of Gray.
From the cottonwoods across the
road a rifle cracked. Another
doomed before the echo of the
first explosion had died.
Frank flung himself at the
adobe wall and clambered over it,
dropping the forty-four from his
hand as he swarmed up. The boy
hesitated an instant. Should he
go back for his revolver or run
the risk of being caught defense
less? He heard the slap of running
feet. If he went back over the
wall, he would be the target OF
several gunner. Nothing could save
him. He must keep going.
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NOP

Ruth Chiswick of L c. ranch, OBJ
sessed by e of danger to her out
spoken father, Lee, from a band OF
lawless r~ustlers headed by Sherm
Howard, decides to save him by
clipping with young Lou Howard.
Sherm's son, n m to the town
of Tail Holt to meet him. While in
Yell Sanger's store, a crook-nosed
enters, sizes up the situation,
and when a drunken cowboy, Jim
Pender, rides in and starts shooting.
protects Ruth, while Lou Howard
hides. Disguised with Louis coward
ice, Ruth calls off the elopement. and
sends the stranger for her father at
the gambling house across the street.
There the stranger, calling himself
Jeff Gray, meets Morgan Norris. a
killer, Curly Conner. Kansas, Mile
High, Sid Hunt, and other rustlers,
and Sherm Howard. Lee Chiswick
enters, with his foreman, Dan Brand,
and tells Sherm Howard of his Or
ders to shoot rustlers at sight. jeff
Gray returns to Ruth n coldly re-
assures her of her fathers safety. At
supper, Ruth introduces Jeff to her
father and Brand. and in Sanger's
store later she speaks cordially to
Curly Conno Coming out of the
store, they are greeted by sudden gun
play, Lee Is "ouluSu, dlIu Z 'Ids
appears with a smoking revolver.
Two days later, Ruth tells her father
of her projected elopemcnt and her
establishment. Later. Ruth meets
Jeff Gray. whom she thinks tried to
kill her father. Ruth accidentally
wounds Jeff. She takes him to Pat
Sorley's camp. Ruth is %credulous of
Jeff's story of shooting at the assas-
sin rather than at her father, and la
ter pleads with Les to listen to him.
When Lee arrives at Pat Sorley's
camp, he finds only a note to Pat
from jeff. Meanwhile, Jeff rides to
Tail Holt and sends word to Sherm
Howard he wants to see him. He
shows Howard a poster with his pic
ture. with the name of Clint Doke,
wanted as the leader of a band of
outlaws. The rest of the band ar
rives. jeff shows the outlaws the
poster and asks their confidence, and
tells them Ruth shot him They
agree to allow him to stay. Another
raid on the L C cattle causes Lee to
line up his men in pursuit, and to
send his son Frank to town to rec
onnoiter. Pat Sorley finds Gray's
horses hoofmarks on the trail with
the SUSPECTED ruSt1erS'.
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CHAPTER V-Continued

HE didn't whop me-" clustered
Howard. Didn't you hear me say
he jumped me when I wasn't look
ing?"
Il heard you," Curly said with a
skeptical grin.
II never saw the day I couldn't
comb that birds feathers for him"
the damaged man Dragged.
He finished his drink and went
away to repair his wounds.
jeff Gray, watching him, caught
the look that passed between
young Howard and Morgan Norris.
Presently the latter left the bar
and sauntered back to the wash
room after Lou.
Gray also drifted in that direc-
ton. He sat down at a table close
to the Mushroom wall and began to
deal out a hand of solitaire. In
tently he listened to catch any,
thing that might be said back of
the thin wall.