Action-Packed Western, May 1957 — page 73: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

“amet ip Ke oemnatte ; q 2 agp sig f MB On The Chisholm Trail by Edward Garner On the Chisholm Trail they told the tale Of Scorpion Pluto Raines, A wicked guy, with an evil eye, And a heart of plumb black stains. He forked a roan, and he rode alone, And he camped where the western stars Shone bright on him by a canyon’s rim, Far off from a jail’s grim bars. A. parson’s son, young Raines was won To a life of crime when he Was given the bounce, by all accounts, By a girl named Eloise Lee. She spurned his love, and gave the shove That put the unhappy Raines On a path of sin, paved with loot and gin, And studded with rustler’s gains. A stagecoach came, and with eyes aflame For gold that the stagecoach bore, Raines drew his gun as he had done In many a crime before. The shots rang out, there was some doubt As to who held the winning hand, Until Raines fell, as still they tell, Bound for the far, far land. Without a sound, upon the ground, He gasped for the hard-won breath, But he did not shrink, there on the brink, From the rendezvous with Death. With a choking cry for the one to die, There stepped from the stage a miss, A girl as rare as she was fair, Who knelt, and gave Raines a kiss. Raines’ eyes were closed, thought unopposed To his soul’s impending flight To the land afar, where last roundups are, And the tally is always right. But then he saw, with a touch of awe, The girl on her bended knees— Raines then got we!l and wed the belle, And her name—it was Eloise! * 73 GEomichoo com