Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1959-02-14
Thaddeus T. Stokes

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Negro History, World History
It was a plausible gesture on the part of Carter G. Woodson 
and his able associates to institute many years ago the
cause of Negro history. Here was a school whose certain and
sure verdict was that Negro contributions and many of his
worthwhile contrivances in the arts and sciences were not being 
chronicled, as such, and no fitting category, was devised
for keeping alive the sentiments around the lives and labors of
a people who had their portion in making this country and
world better.
Not that the Negro contributions, creations and inventions
should be categorically something of interest to the Negro
alone, and have no part in a general agenda of records of
a whole people, but, for the sake of unearthing through wide
research, those forgotten or denied achievements and contributions, 
Negro history took up the trail.
It is befitting that for some years, we have known what
was styled Negro History Week.
This is a period which not only interests the Negro, but
the whole people. The schools and colleges are engaged just
now in various movements of research, reviewing Negro creations 
and those deeds of valor ascribed to him with his sundry 
contributions to society and the nation. Certain awakenings 
are always on every hand, while speakers ore carrying 
to the schools and forums refreshers in things of Negro
contributions to the general society.
Negro history can never be Negro history alone, but
segments of worthwhile enactments which in their interweaving 
in the social compact, and the general enlightenment of the
age, would also be accounts of world history.

Carl Sandburg's Eulogy On Lincoln, A
Deserved And Befitting Classic
This February 12th celebration of the birth of Abraham
Lincoln will take on an unusual significance. The famous poet
and biographer, Carl Sandburg, will address a joint session
of the United States Congress in an eulogy on Abraham Lincoln 
at 11:00 this morning.
As is already known, Carl Sandburg has written a standard 
biography of Lincoln, and is an outstanding authority on
the gospel according to Lincoln.
He is the one man who has caused the blood to run warm
in the veins of the martyred President by the masterful strokes
of his pen. He continues to make modern America know and
feel the real Lincoln.
A second significance is the fact that the Congress would
pay such homage as to cease its work and convene in joint
session to hear the powerful lecturer and poet. Not since the
days that Walt Whitman, another great poet of that century,
penned the immortal hymn to Lincoln: "O Captain, My Captain" 
has such a poetic significance emerged inspite of all the
great moving poems of Lincoln.
Some 93 years ago, right in the shadow of Gettysburg
and before the larks ceased the shrieking Te-Deums to the troubled 
years, George Bancroft, himself famous in historical contrivance, 
and one of the foremost scholars of his day, was
heard as the first-layman to deliver o eulogy on Abraham Lincoln. 

Carl Sandburg, therefore, becomes the second layman as
such, to rise to the occasion in national expression of him who
saved the Union.
Now, in the midst of other period of troubled years,
when there is being implemented a second emancipation, time
has sent, as it always has, a famous poet to the rescue to
sing the annals of America; America, the free, America, the
graceful.
Those of this age, with their radio and television hookup,
will be able to see and hear as well this chronicler of the era,
in historic and poetic vein extoll from the halls of the Congress
the virtues and never failing faith of Abraham Lincoln.
The historian Bancroft, was speaking on the anniversary
of Lincoln's birth in 1866, just a year after the cessation of hostilities 
between the states. The slaves had been freed and the
President had been assassinated — just 10 months before.
Now that we are met in a period of readjustment contingent 
to somewhat of a completion of the spirit of the Emancipation, 
with the 14th Amendment as the great criteria of the
hour, let there be added interest in listening to and seeing a
second layman speak before a joint session of Congress, in a
befitting tribute to one who rises high at this very moment.
The Congress will also hear the reading of the Gettysburg
address, by that dramatist and famous impersonator, Frederic
March.
Truly on all such occasions the hymn of another great
American and friend of the martyred President, Mrs. Julia
Ward Howe, lives, and moves again on the altars of lovers of
Teal freedom in this country - "MINE EYES HAVE SEEN THE
GLORY OF THE COMING OF THE LORD."

MEALTIME MELODIES
Nutrition-wise and budget-wise,
cheese is a bargain buy for the
smart homemaker. It is the source
of many valued food nutrients so
important to the
good health of
both youngsters
and adults. In
protein alone,
cheese offers approximately 
the
same value,
ounce for ounce,
as meat. It also 
contains much
of the mineral
and vitamin content of the milk
from which it was made. And
this delicious food is available in
many forms and flavors at economical 
cost for the nourishment
offered.
The versatility of cheese adds to
its popularity. And the ease with
which many cheese dishes can be
prepared makes them popular for

quick menu headliners, Here's a
recipe for an easy to make cheese
main dish which requires few ingredients 
and little handling time.
It's ideal for a busy day luncheon
or suppor. Add a crisp, green
salad, milk for a beverage and a
simple dessert for any easy and
nourishing luncheon.
4 cups toasted bread cubes
3-4 pound American cheese, thinly 
sliced.
6 eggs
3 cups milk
1 teaspoon salt
Few grains pepper
2 tablespoons butter
Arrange alternate layers of bread
cubes and cheese in buttered.
8"x8"x2", casserole, ending with
bread. Beat eggs; add milk, salt
and pepper. Pour into casserole
over bread and cheese. Dot with
butter. Bake in moderate over,
325 degrees 1 1-4 hours Makes 4
to 6 servings.

CHEESE IS A BARGAIN BUY
Nutrition-wise and budget-wise,
cheese is a bargain buy for the
smart homemaker. It is the source
of many valued food nutrients so
important to the
good health of
both youngsters
and adults. In
protein alone,
cheese offers approximately 
the
same value,
ounce for ounce,
as meat. It also 
contains much
of the mineral
and vitamin content of the milk
from which it was made. And
this delicious food is available in
many forms and flavors at economical 
cost for the nourishment
offered.
The versatility of cheese adds to
its popularity. And the ease with
which many cheese dishes can be
prepared makes them popular for

quick menu headliners, Here's a
recipe for an easy to make cheese
main dish which requires few ingredients 
and little handling time.
It's ideal for a busy day luncheon
or suppor. Add a crisp, green
salad, milk for a beverage and a
simple dessert for any easy and
nourishing luncheon.
4 cups toasted bread cubes
3-4 pound American cheese, thinly 
sliced.
6 eggs
3 cups milk
1 teaspoon salt
Few grains pepper
2 tablespoons butter
Arrange alternate layers of bread
cubes and cheese in buttered.
8"x8"x2", casserole, ending with
bread. Beat eggs; add milk, salt
and pepper. Pour into casserole
over bread and cheese. Dot with
butter. Bake in moderate over,
325 degrees 1 1-4 hours Makes 4
to 6 servings.

CHEESE CUSTARD ARNOLD
Nutrition-wise and budget-wise,
cheese is a bargain buy for the
smart homemaker. It is the source
of many valued food nutrients so
important to the
good health of
both youngsters
and adults. In
protein alone,
cheese offers approximately 
the
same value,
ounce for ounce,
as meat. It also 
contains much
of the mineral
and vitamin content of the milk
from which it was made. And
this delicious food is available in
many forms and flavors at economical 
cost for the nourishment
offered.
The versatility of cheese adds to
its popularity. And the ease with
which many cheese dishes can be
prepared makes them popular for

quick menu headliners, Here's a
recipe for an easy to make cheese
main dish which requires few ingredients 
and little handling time.
It's ideal for a busy day luncheon
or suppor. Add a crisp, green
salad, milk for a beverage and a
simple dessert for any easy and
nourishing luncheon.
4 cups toasted bread cubes
3-4 pound American cheese, thinly 
sliced.
6 eggs
3 cups milk
1 teaspoon salt
Few grains pepper
2 tablespoons butter
Arrange alternate layers of bread
cubes and cheese in buttered.
8"x8"x2", casserole, ending with
bread. Beat eggs; add milk, salt
and pepper. Pour into casserole
over bread and cheese. Dot with
butter. Bake in moderate over,
325 degrees 1 1-4 hours Makes 4
to 6 servings.

Hate-Free

ing "a hate-free fear-free, greedfree 
continent peopled by free men
and women" as an African aim.
"The very diversity of our peoples' 
customs and languages means
we have much to contribute to
each other," Dr. Azikiwe said. "If
we can keep the larger vision in
view we will not spoil the oppor
tunity 
that lies before us by petty,
inglorious side issues."
"These African states may yet
achieve what the independent,
warring states of Europe and the
volatile and sometimes undemocratic 
states of the American have
never yet accomplished. That is,
to achieve a unity undreamt of
and to become models of honest,
democratic government which will
give hope to all Africa and offer
a challenge to the world."

Disaster At Saint Louis
Surely the nation bows in sadness and sympathy for those
storm sufferers in St. Louis, Mo. That area has fittingly been
designated a disaster area, and as such will get aid from the
U. S. government in this hour of disease, suffering and distress. 
The Red Cross is, already on the scene as usual in such
disasters.
Out of casualties of 19 dead, 17 of these would be Negroes, 
living in tenements, alleged not to be safe and sound
housing.
While none can stay the hands of fate, maybe this disaster 
will suggest a more rigid inquiry into the safety of quarters 
thrown up for Negro occupancy everywhere.
It is to be regretted that racial angles should be drawn
into what is already a heart-rending tragedy. No effort is intended 
here for the disparagement of any one. It is simply
an observation of fact.
Again, it is with-bowed heads and painful sorrow that
we, extend to the suffering and bereaved of St. Louis, in this
an "hour of tragedy, our deepest sympathy.

WISHING WELL
Registered U. S. Patent Office.
H is a pleasant little game that will give you a message every
day. It is a numerical puzzle designed to spell put your fortune.
Count the letters in your first name. If the number of letters is 6 or
more, subtract 4. If the number is less than 6, add 3. The result is
your key number. Start at the upper left-hand corner of the rectangle 
and check every one of your key numbers, left to right. Then
read the message the letters under the checked figures give you.

Philly Has Few

Schools.
A joint resolution was offered by
Councilman Samuel Rose and Thomas 
Foglietta has pointed up that
a most, rigid system of discrimination 
has been in effect. The city
charter, has a clause that bans
race, religious, color or national
origin discrimination and this
clause has been used by Foglietta
and Rose to back up the resolution. 


Bill Would Aid

Senator Thomas Hennings and cosponsored 
by. Senator Stuart Symington, 
both Missouri Damocrats.
Under the Hennings-Symington
proposal intuition, fees, books costs
and the cost of room and board for
students living away from home
will be deductible. Similar deductions 
would be allowed for students
paying the cost of their own education. 
A third tax benefit would
be allowed for those contributing to
scholarships.

Blair T. Hunt, Honored

help to, build a YMCA."
He added "civilization and religion 
doesn't have to die as long as
there are creative minorities. Creative 
men will never die—Blair T.
Hunt has been a creative man—
he'll always live."
Hunt was presented a lounging
chair by the YMCA's Committee of
Management. The presentation
was made by J. T. Chandler, recently 
elected chairman of Committee 
of Management, who was
master of ceremonies.
In responding. Hunt said his interest 
in the YMCA and community, 
will be-as keen as ever. He expressed 
his appreciation for the
testimonial diner and gift.
Other speakers appearing on the
program included: Mrs. Melvin
Robinson, Chairman of the Ladies
Auxiliary of the branch Y; Mrs.
Addle Owens, Executive Secretary
of the Vance Avenue Branch YW
CA; 
Gamier Currie soloist: Jessic 
Springer, principal, of Douglas
High School; Dr. Hollis E. Price,
president of LeMoyne College; Rev.
B. L. Hooks pastor of Middle Baptist 
Church; D. H. Boyce, vicepresident 
of Universal Life Insurance 
Company; E. L. Whittington,
general secretary of the YMCA,
E. L. Pender, music director of
Booker T. Washington High
School; Fred Joseph, executive director 
of the branch Y; who introduced 
the sepaker; Rev. J. W.
Golden and Dr. E. Banks White,
general chairman of the testimonial 
dinner.

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"Freedom" Is Not

the withholding of the dawn."
On concluding, Lockard said,
"morality can be legislated into
government because, what is government 
but people working collectively." 
He also said that force
can be applied in obtaining civil
rights. "Force is the most effective 
element that can be used for
everlasting freedom — peace. However, 
what I say here is dependent 
upon when, where, and how
it is applied, to determine whether 
force in government is evil
or good.
A check for $750 was presented
to LeMoyne's athletic fund by the
alumni. Making the presentation
was Mrs. Ann L. Hall, president
of the Alumni Association. Receiving 
it for the school was President 
Hollis P. Price.
Among other alumni appearing

on the program were: Mrs. Helen
Shelby. Samuel peace, Leon Hurd,
Cecil Goodloe, Miss John Ella Wells.
Jesse Turner and Elmer Henderson 
general1 chairman of the pro—
gram and Robert Ratcliff.
A reception was held immediately 
following the program. Re
freshments, served by Mrs. Lola
Mae Rowland, were supplied by
the courtesy of Carnation MilkCompany. 


The New WAYNE D.OVERHOLSER Thriller
THE LONE DEPUTY
© 1957, Wayne D. Overholser. From the novel published by
The Macmillan Co. Distributed by King Features Syndicate.
Price Regan, town marshal of
Saddle Rock, Colo., and deputy sheriff 
of Tremame county, has more on
his mind than Laura Madden, even
though she has announced to him
that he is marrying her. Price would
be willing enough to marry Laura if
he wasn't the man in the middle in
a struggle of power and bride between 
Laura's father. Barry Madden.
Saddle Rock's banker, and Cole Weston 
a cattleman whose riders 
respect any laws.
Madden found out he didn't own
price when he offered him a house
as a wedding present in return for
running homesteader-storekeeper Walt
Cronin out of the country, trice refused. 
Word of this traveled can,
and one of Cole Weston's gunslinging 
cowboys, Curly Blue, picked a
fight with Price. Blue came second 
best, so Weston ordered Madden
to get rid of Price. For Laura's sake.
Madden persuaded Weston to allow
him twelve hours to brine Price into
line without gunplay.
Weston doesn't want settlers coming 
into the valley and obtaining
legal possession under homestead
laws of land Weston has been holding
by force. Weston wants to make a
forbldding example of Cronin....
THE YELLOW CAT was a
small stream that headed
among the low, sage-covered hills
to the north. Its valley was narrow 
and Darren in most places,
a sort of No Man's Land between
the Broken Ring and. Bridlebit
ranches that no one wanted. That
was the reason. Price Regan
thought as he rode up the creek
after leaving Cronin's store, that
Cronin and the settlers had been
permitted to stay.
it the Yellow Cat had been
south of the river on Weston's
Rocking C range, the nesters
would have been removed the
day they arrived, but being north
of the river, they had been out
of Weston's immediate reach, and
neither Sanders nor the Mohawks
had taken the trouble to evict
them.
For weeks Weston had been
saying in town that he was losing 
calves and that Walt Cronin
was responsible. It could be true,
Price thought, but the small number 
of calves that were stolen
wasn't a drop in the bucket to
Cronin's cattlemen neighbors.
Certainly Red Sanders figured the
losses didn't, amount to enough to
kick up a fuss over, and the Mohawk 
brothers didn't have time.
They were too niggardly to hire
the men they needed, so they had
to work twice as hard as they
would otherwise have done.
Sooner or later Price's thinking 
always got around to Cole
Weston, and he asked himself
why Weston was making an issue
about the settlers presence when
his grass was not endangered. It
could be that the rancher was
using the settlers as an excuse
to get rid of a deputy he couldn't
handle. That could be part of the
answer, Price decided, but it
seemed more likely to be a simple 
matter of principle. Weston
hated settlers whether they were
on his range or not. He had a
one-track mind that, once settled
upon a course of action, would
never detour or stop until the
job was done or he was dead.
A big question in Price's mind
was why Weston had waited as
long as he had to get Cronin but
of the country.
Price Knew the people in the
valley of the Yellow Cat They
were, with one or two exceptions,
a pretty scurvy lot, men who had
drifted all over the West with
their wives and kids and rickety
wagons and worn-out teams,
wanderers who had consistently
failed at everything they'd tried
and would nave failed here if
Walt Cronin hadn't kept them
from starving to death.
The creek was choked with
brush the entire length of the
valley. By the time Price reached
Frank Evans place, he'd seen
a dozen or more WC yearlings
in the brush. Probably there were
others he hadn't seen. As Price
reined off the road and pulled
up beside the garden Evans was
hoeing, be wondered if Cronin
was carrying on a Digger operation 
than he suspected.
Evans was a bachelor, a stooped, 
middle-aged man who had a
hungry look about him just as
the rest of the settlers did. Now
he stopped and leaned on his
he, staring at Price truculently.
"Morning, Frank," Price said.
"Howdy," Evans grunted, giving 
no invitation to Price to step
down.
"How's your garden coming?"
Price asked.
"Poorly."
The rocky ground was dry and
hard, and the vegetables did indeed 
look poorly. There was no
evidence that Evans had tried to
irrigate, although the creek was
bank full.
Evans continued to lean on his
hoe, letting Price feel the edge
of his hostility. Although he'd
never had any trouble with the
settlers, Price knew they hated
him simply because Cronin had
poisoned them against him, convincing 
them he was Weston's
man.
"How many yearlings do you
suppose Cronin owns?" Price
asked.
Evans licked his lips, gaze
dropping a way from Price. "Dunno." 

"How" many cows does he
own?"
"Dunno."
"Kind of funny, isn't it? Cronin's 
got a bunch of calves in his
pasture and I've seen some yearlings 
along the creek, but I
haven't spotted any cows."
Evans started to hoe, saying
nothing, Price turned his horse
back to the road and went on up
the creek. He was wasting his
time. These people wouldn't say
anything against Cronin whether
they were doing the stealing or
not.
But Price had to make them
talk. Once the shooting started,
there'd be hell to pay. Price had
seen this kind of thing happen.
It had to be stopped before it,
started. There was s slim chance
some of these people might say

the wrong thing. If he could dig
up any evidence against Cronin,
he'd hustle the man out of the
country and for the time being
the trouble would be averted.
Sam Potter lived just above
Evans with his wife, his daughter 
jean, and a boy named Bruce
Jarvis who worked for his room
and board. The Potter place was
the best-looking farm on the
creek. They owned a saddle horse
as well as a good team; the house
was painted; the garden and
grain looked good.
Potter was tinkering around
his wagon when Price rode up.
An instant later Mrs. Potter came
from the house and the girl jean
left the henhouse, both moving
across the yard to stand together
behind Potter.
Price said, "Good morning."
Potter tipped his head in greet
ing, saying nothing. Neither did
his wife. The boy Bruce slipped
around the barn and stood watching. 
Absolute silence for a minute, 
all four of them showing the
same hostility that had been in
Frank Evans.
The Potters were a notch above
the rest of the creek people, and
now it struck Price that if he
couldn't get through to them he
might just as well ride back to
town. There'd be no point in going 
on up the creek.
Anger stirred in Price as his
gaze moved from Potter's round
face to his wife's thin, sharp one,
and on to Jean, who was about
twenty and who would be attractive 
if she had some decentclothes 
to wear. He had never
seen her in anything but a faded
and patched gingham dress slimilar 
to the one she was wearing
now.
He glanced at Bruce, a skinny
kid of sixteen or seventeen, with
a hint of peach fuzz on his chin
and upper up and hands that
were oddly big for so thin a boy.
His clothes, which were too large
for him, consisted mostly of
patches sewed on patches.
"Well, yon folks are sure a
friendly bunch," Price burst out.
"Why should we be friendly?"
Mrs. Potter demanded. "That
star you're packing don't mean
nothing." You're a hired gun who
sold your soul to Cole Weston
and now you're here to tell us to
leave the country. Ain't that
right?"
"You're wrong, ma'am," Price.
said. "This star does mean something. 
I'm not a hired gun, and
I haven't sold my soul to Cole
Weston."
"But you did come to tell us
to leave the country, didn't you?"
Mrs. Potter pressed.
He didn't answer for a moment. 
Then he said, slowly, "Sam,
what have you got here that's
worth staying for?"
"A home," Mrs. Potter, answered 
for her husband. We've
been here longer than any other
place since we got married. We
ain't moving again, Regan. That's
a promise."


WHAT HAS HAPPENED
© 1957, Wayne D. Overholser. From the novel published by
The Macmillan Co. Distributed by King Features Syndicate.
Price Regan, town marshal of
Saddle Rock, Colo., and deputy sheriff 
of Tremame county, has more on
his mind than Laura Madden, even
though she has announced to him
that he is marrying her. Price would
be willing enough to marry Laura if
he wasn't the man in the middle in
a struggle of power and bride between 
Laura's father. Barry Madden.
Saddle Rock's banker, and Cole Weston 
a cattleman whose riders 
respect any laws.
Madden found out he didn't own
price when he offered him a house
as a wedding present in return for
running homesteader-storekeeper Walt
Cronin out of the country, trice refused. 
Word of this traveled can,
and one of Cole Weston's gunslinging 
cowboys, Curly Blue, picked a
fight with Price. Blue came second 
best, so Weston ordered Madden
to get rid of Price. For Laura's sake.
Madden persuaded Weston to allow
him twelve hours to brine Price into
line without gunplay.
Weston doesn't want settlers coming 
into the valley and obtaining
legal possession under homestead
laws of land Weston has been holding
by force. Weston wants to make a
forbldding example of Cronin....
THE YELLOW CAT was a
small stream that headed
among the low, sage-covered hills
to the north. Its valley was narrow 
and Darren in most places,
a sort of No Man's Land between
the Broken Ring and. Bridlebit
ranches that no one wanted. That
was the reason. Price Regan
thought as he rode up the creek
after leaving Cronin's store, that
Cronin and the settlers had been
permitted to stay.
it the Yellow Cat had been
south of the river on Weston's
Rocking C range, the nesters
would have been removed the
day they arrived, but being north
of the river, they had been out
of Weston's immediate reach, and
neither Sanders nor the Mohawks
had taken the trouble to evict
them.
For weeks Weston had been
saying in town that he was losing 
calves and that Walt Cronin
was responsible. It could be true,
Price thought, but the small number 
of calves that were stolen
wasn't a drop in the bucket to
Cronin's cattlemen neighbors.
Certainly Red Sanders figured the
losses didn't, amount to enough to
kick up a fuss over, and the Mohawk 
brothers didn't have time.
They were too niggardly to hire
the men they needed, so they had
to work twice as hard as they
would otherwise have done.
Sooner or later Price's thinking 
always got around to Cole
Weston, and he asked himself
why Weston was making an issue
about the settlers presence when
his grass was not endangered. It
could be that the rancher was
using the settlers as an excuse
to get rid of a deputy he couldn't
handle. That could be part of the
answer, Price decided, but it
seemed more likely to be a simple 
matter of principle. Weston
hated settlers whether they were
on his range or not. He had a
one-track mind that, once settled
upon a course of action, would
never detour or stop until the
job was done or he was dead.
A big question in Price's mind
was why Weston had waited as
long as he had to get Cronin but
of the country.
Price Knew the people in the
valley of the Yellow Cat They
were, with one or two exceptions,
a pretty scurvy lot, men who had
drifted all over the West with
their wives and kids and rickety
wagons and worn-out teams,
wanderers who had consistently
failed at everything they'd tried
and would nave failed here if
Walt Cronin hadn't kept them
from starving to death.
The creek was choked with
brush the entire length of the
valley. By the time Price reached
Frank Evans place, he'd seen
a dozen or more WC yearlings
in the brush. Probably there were
others he hadn't seen. As Price
reined off the road and pulled
up beside the garden Evans was
hoeing, be wondered if Cronin
was carrying on a Digger operation 
than he suspected.
Evans was a bachelor, a stooped, 
middle-aged man who had a
hungry look about him just as
the rest of the settlers did. Now
he stopped and leaned on his
he, staring at Price truculently.
"Morning, Frank," Price said.
"Howdy," Evans grunted, giving 
no invitation to Price to step
down.
"How's your garden coming?"
Price asked.
"Poorly."
The rocky ground was dry and
hard, and the vegetables did indeed 
look poorly. There was no
evidence that Evans had tried to
irrigate, although the creek was
bank full.
Evans continued to lean on his
hoe, letting Price feel the edge
of his hostility. Although he'd
never had any trouble with the
settlers, Price knew they hated
him simply because Cronin had
poisoned them against him, convincing 
them he was Weston's
man.
"How many yearlings do you
suppose Cronin owns?" Price
asked.
Evans licked his lips, gaze
dropping a way from Price. "Dunno." 

"How" many cows does he
own?"
"Dunno."
"Kind of funny, isn't it? Cronin's 
got a bunch of calves in his
pasture and I've seen some yearlings 
along the creek, but I
haven't spotted any cows."
Evans started to hoe, saying
nothing, Price turned his horse
back to the road and went on up
the creek. He was wasting his
time. These people wouldn't say
anything against Cronin whether
they were doing the stealing or
not.
But Price had to make them
talk. Once the shooting started,
there'd be hell to pay. Price had
seen this kind of thing happen.
It had to be stopped before it,
started. There was s slim chance
some of these people might say

the wrong thing. If he could dig
up any evidence against Cronin,
he'd hustle the man out of the
country and for the time being
the trouble would be averted.
Sam Potter lived just above
Evans with his wife, his daughter 
jean, and a boy named Bruce
Jarvis who worked for his room
and board. The Potter place was
the best-looking farm on the
creek. They owned a saddle horse
as well as a good team; the house
was painted; the garden and
grain looked good.
Potter was tinkering around
his wagon when Price rode up.
An instant later Mrs. Potter came
from the house and the girl jean
left the henhouse, both moving
across the yard to stand together
behind Potter.
Price said, "Good morning."
Potter tipped his head in greet
ing, saying nothing. Neither did
his wife. The boy Bruce slipped
around the barn and stood watching. 
Absolute silence for a minute, 
all four of them showing the
same hostility that had been in
Frank Evans.
The Potters were a notch above
the rest of the creek people, and
now it struck Price that if he
couldn't get through to them he
might just as well ride back to
town. There'd be no point in going 
on up the creek.
Anger stirred in Price as his
gaze moved from Potter's round
face to his wife's thin, sharp one,
and on to Jean, who was about
twenty and who would be attractive 
if she had some decentclothes 
to wear. He had never
seen her in anything but a faded
and patched gingham dress slimilar 
to the one she was wearing
now.
He glanced at Bruce, a skinny
kid of sixteen or seventeen, with
a hint of peach fuzz on his chin
and upper up and hands that
were oddly big for so thin a boy.
His clothes, which were too large
for him, consisted mostly of
patches sewed on patches.
"Well, yon folks are sure a
friendly bunch," Price burst out.
"Why should we be friendly?"
Mrs. Potter demanded. "That
star you're packing don't mean
nothing." You're a hired gun who
sold your soul to Cole Weston
and now you're here to tell us to
leave the country. Ain't that
right?"
"You're wrong, ma'am," Price.
said. "This star does mean something. 
I'm not a hired gun, and
I haven't sold my soul to Cole
Weston."
"But you did come to tell us
to leave the country, didn't you?"
Mrs. Potter pressed.
He didn't answer for a moment. 
Then he said, slowly, "Sam,
what have you got here that's
worth staying for?"
"A home," Mrs. Potter, answered 
for her husband. We've
been here longer than any other
place since we got married. We
ain't moving again, Regan. That's
a promise."


CHAPTER 7
© 1957, Wayne D. Overholser. From the novel published by
The Macmillan Co. Distributed by King Features Syndicate.
Price Regan, town marshal of
Saddle Rock, Colo., and deputy sheriff 
of Tremame county, has more on
his mind than Laura Madden, even
though she has announced to him
that he is marrying her. Price would
be willing enough to marry Laura if
he wasn't the man in the middle in
a struggle of power and bride between 
Laura's father. Barry Madden.
Saddle Rock's banker, and Cole Weston 
a cattleman whose riders 
respect any laws.
Madden found out he didn't own
price when he offered him a house
as a wedding present in return for
running homesteader-storekeeper Walt
Cronin out of the country, trice refused. 
Word of this traveled can,
and one of Cole Weston's gunslinging 
cowboys, Curly Blue, picked a
fight with Price. Blue came second 
best, so Weston ordered Madden
to get rid of Price. For Laura's sake.
Madden persuaded Weston to allow
him twelve hours to brine Price into
line without gunplay.
Weston doesn't want settlers coming 
into the valley and obtaining
legal possession under homestead
laws of land Weston has been holding
by force. Weston wants to make a
forbldding example of Cronin....
THE YELLOW CAT was a
small stream that headed
among the low, sage-covered hills
to the north. Its valley was narrow 
and Darren in most places,
a sort of No Man's Land between
the Broken Ring and. Bridlebit
ranches that no one wanted. That
was the reason. Price Regan
thought as he rode up the creek
after leaving Cronin's store, that
Cronin and the settlers had been
permitted to stay.
it the Yellow Cat had been
south of the river on Weston's
Rocking C range, the nesters
would have been removed the
day they arrived, but being north
of the river, they had been out
of Weston's immediate reach, and
neither Sanders nor the Mohawks
had taken the trouble to evict
them.
For weeks Weston had been
saying in town that he was losing 
calves and that Walt Cronin
was responsible. It could be true,
Price thought, but the small number 
of calves that were stolen
wasn't a drop in the bucket to
Cronin's cattlemen neighbors.
Certainly Red Sanders figured the
losses didn't, amount to enough to
kick up a fuss over, and the Mohawk 
brothers didn't have time.
They were too niggardly to hire
the men they needed, so they had
to work twice as hard as they
would otherwise have done.
Sooner or later Price's thinking 
always got around to Cole
Weston, and he asked himself
why Weston was making an issue
about the settlers presence when
his grass was not endangered. It
could be that the rancher was
using the settlers as an excuse
to get rid of a deputy he couldn't
handle. That could be part of the
answer, Price decided, but it
seemed more likely to be a simple 
matter of principle. Weston
hated settlers whether they were
on his range or not. He had a
one-track mind that, once settled
upon a course of action, would
never detour or stop until the
job was done or he was dead.
A big question in Price's mind
was why Weston had waited as
long as he had to get Cronin but
of the country.
Price Knew the people in the
valley of the Yellow Cat They
were, with one or two exceptions,
a pretty scurvy lot, men who had
drifted all over the West with
their wives and kids and rickety
wagons and worn-out teams,
wanderers who had consistently
failed at everything they'd tried
and would nave failed here if
Walt Cronin hadn't kept them
from starving to death.
The creek was choked with
brush the entire length of the
valley. By the time Price reached
Frank Evans place, he'd seen
a dozen or more WC yearlings
in the brush. Probably there were
others he hadn't seen. As Price
reined off the road and pulled
up beside the garden Evans was
hoeing, be wondered if Cronin
was carrying on a Digger operation 
than he suspected.
Evans was a bachelor, a stooped, 
middle-aged man who had a
hungry look about him just as
the rest of the settlers did. Now
he stopped and leaned on his
he, staring at Price truculently.
"Morning, Frank," Price said.
"Howdy," Evans grunted, giving 
no invitation to Price to step
down.
"How's your garden coming?"
Price asked.
"Poorly."
The rocky ground was dry and
hard, and the vegetables did indeed 
look poorly. There was no
evidence that Evans had tried to
irrigate, although the creek was
bank full.
Evans continued to lean on his
hoe, letting Price feel the edge
of his hostility. Although he'd
never had any trouble with the
settlers, Price knew they hated
him simply because Cronin had
poisoned them against him, convincing 
them he was Weston's
man.
"How many yearlings do you
suppose Cronin owns?" Price
asked.
Evans licked his lips, gaze
dropping a way from Price. "Dunno." 

"How" many cows does he
own?"
"Dunno."
"Kind of funny, isn't it? Cronin's 
got a bunch of calves in his
pasture and I've seen some yearlings 
along the creek, but I
haven't spotted any cows."
Evans started to hoe, saying
nothing, Price turned his horse
back to the road and went on up
the creek. He was wasting his
time. These people wouldn't say
anything against Cronin whether
they were doing the stealing or
not.
But Price had to make them
talk. Once the shooting started,
there'd be hell to pay. Price had
seen this kind of thing happen.
It had to be stopped before it,
started. There was s slim chance
some of these people might say

the wrong thing. If he could dig
up any evidence against Cronin,
he'd hustle the man out of the
country and for the time being
the trouble would be averted.
Sam Potter lived just above
Evans with his wife, his daughter 
jean, and a boy named Bruce
Jarvis who worked for his room
and board. The Potter place was
the best-looking farm on the
creek. They owned a saddle horse
as well as a good team; the house
was painted; the garden and
grain looked good.
Potter was tinkering around
his wagon when Price rode up.
An instant later Mrs. Potter came
from the house and the girl jean
left the henhouse, both moving
across the yard to stand together
behind Potter.
Price said, "Good morning."
Potter tipped his head in greet
ing, saying nothing. Neither did
his wife. The boy Bruce slipped
around the barn and stood watching. 
Absolute silence for a minute, 
all four of them showing the
same hostility that had been in
Frank Evans.
The Potters were a notch above
the rest of the creek people, and
now it struck Price that if he
couldn't get through to them he
might just as well ride back to
town. There'd be no point in going 
on up the creek.
Anger stirred in Price as his
gaze moved from Potter's round
face to his wife's thin, sharp one,
and on to Jean, who was about
twenty and who would be attractive 
if she had some decentclothes 
to wear. He had never
seen her in anything but a faded
and patched gingham dress slimilar 
to the one she was wearing
now.
He glanced at Bruce, a skinny
kid of sixteen or seventeen, with
a hint of peach fuzz on his chin
and upper up and hands that
were oddly big for so thin a boy.
His clothes, which were too large
for him, consisted mostly of
patches sewed on patches.
"Well, yon folks are sure a
friendly bunch," Price burst out.
"Why should we be friendly?"
Mrs. Potter demanded. "That
star you're packing don't mean
nothing." You're a hired gun who
sold your soul to Cole Weston
and now you're here to tell us to
leave the country. Ain't that
right?"
"You're wrong, ma'am," Price.
said. "This star does mean something. 
I'm not a hired gun, and
I haven't sold my soul to Cole
Weston."
"But you did come to tell us
to leave the country, didn't you?"
Mrs. Potter pressed.
He didn't answer for a moment. 
Then he said, slowly, "Sam,
what have you got here that's
worth staying for?"
"A home," Mrs. Potter, answered 
for her husband. We've
been here longer than any other
place since we got married. We
ain't moving again, Regan. That's
a promise."


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