Boy's Cinema (1935-39)

BOY'S CINEMA 11 Every Tuesday For years cattle-rustlers had swept through the territory until a Texas Ranger, in the guise of a cowboy, appeared on the scene. He realised what ^ort of a fight lay ahead of him when he discovered the identity of the hidden leader. A thrilling Western drama, starring Dick Foran HI^US " J.8t Nothing Stand in Vour Way ! " THERE \^as litflo hope of prosperity in Texas until President Ulysses Grant met again with General Farrell, who had so distinguished him- i-elf in the Civil War of 1870. It was (rii a fine spring afternoon in Washing- (rin, wlien Grant had been lamenting llie lack of reraoiuits for the army, that one of his ministers mentioned Farrell and brought him into Grant's private looni. "You want horses, sir?" Farrell asked. "I know the man who'll raise thousands for you." "Who is this magicinn?" Grant cjuestioned. "Major Burton. I've got him in- side," came Farrell's prompt reply. ''And I have a plan for dealing with all rogues, rustlers and vagabonds." "Tell me," Grant commanded. "The Texas Rangers, sir. My State is forming up a fine body of young men. And Major Burton " "Bring him in," Grant interrupted. "J.et mo sec him." Wliilst Grant was signing some papers c-f State, Farrell re-entered with his friend. Burton was an upstanding, clean-faced man of about forty-eight, thickset, downright and a soldier to the last inch of him, despite his civilian clothes. He approached Grant's chair nt the table and stood stiffly to attention. The President glanced up. Out came a large, welcoming hand. "It's you, is it':; Burton—I thought I remembered the name. How arc you 'i" "Fine, sir 1 I can help you. I'm going to start a horse farm at Lone Star, in the Pecos County. Farrell says you need 5,000 army remounts. You can iiavo them by August." Grant loosened his great grip. "The contract's yours, Burton. I remember you for a man of your word. But Texas " His eyes glinted. "Bit of a busy State, what?" "With your permission, sir, I shall have the new police—the Texas Rangers." "■'Tlio only law in Pecos County," said Grant, "so far as I can mako out, is tho six-sliooter ! You'll have a lively time, Burton—so will tho new police. But good luck to you !" Burton and his foreman were sitting their horses on a ridge overlooking the valley. "Sometimes, Jordan, I though!, this day would never come," said Burton musingly. " Ijook below—a couple of thousand of the finest horses in the States." Jordan, thin and wiry, nodded. "Finest in the world \" Burton huighed a little. "Well—maybe! But I'm sure of one thing—without you and the Rangers, this experiment would have failed." "I ain't ne\er minded any of tlic work, major," Jordan replied modestly. "And that goes for (he rest of the boys." iJurton tiglilcncd tlic reins of las mount. "Well, let's get started back. There's plenty else to do this morning beside' looking at our hor.ses and bucking our- selves on being mighty clever !" Down in the Golden Apple Jnn, in I'ccos County, a typical Western town, customers were drinking and talkiii'; big and doing deals between themscUes. A motley gathering of all sorts; good, bad and indifferent. A young man was at the piano, crooning to himself, lie .■-eemcd unconcerned with anything but his music. A loud-voiced fellow at the bar, afier glancing ever and again at tho card players and dice throwers at the tables, expressed liis thoughts. "Yes, sir—it's God's own country and the devil's own people !" Behind the bar, in shirt-sleeves and apron, was a hard-faced, fo.cef.d- looking man in his late forties. lb- was serving beer when the itranger'.s remark caused him to stop short to listen. Went on that bragging voice : "I represent a crowd from tiic E;i.-I. They want to invest a lot of mo.iey out here. I'm going to (ell 'em that anybody who'd do that is plumb crazy !" His friend raurmujcd: "I wouldn't, buddy. Lcastwajs, not too loud." "There's a feller up at Lone Star I'va talked to—Major Bui ton—got (ifty thousand dollars in bosses out theie. 1 told him he shoulda chucked his money down a sewer." The man behind the bar moved alon? to where two rough fellows were drink- ing. Ho whispered to the nc;arcr one. a whiskered cut-throat: "Who's that tenderfoot talkiiig thru' his hat 'i" "That's Wellman. judge. He wants to invest some clougli.'' "I gue-ss we can accomniodale him," March 27tli, 19S7.