GOLD HILL NEWS. JACKSON COVNTY. OHEGOX
The Red Road
SHEER FROCKS AND SHEER HATS;
SUMMERY STRAWS MAKE BOW
‘How Much Water
Should Baby Get?
'"A Eunous Authority's 'Rulo
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‘R y R u t h T lrilfiitn
A Romance of Braddock’s Defeat
-• By Hugh Pendexter
SYNOPSIS
Im p e v s ris h s d by th e o p e n -h a n d e d
g e n e ro s ity o f h l» fa t h e r , V lr g * n l*
g e n tle m a n , y o u n g W e b e te r B ro n d
I * s e rv in g as a s co ut a n d »py f o i
th e a r m y u n d e r G e n e ra l B ra d d o c k
p r e p a rin g fo r th e a d v a n c e on F o r t
D u q u es n e . H e has Just re tu rn e d to
A le x a n d r ia fr o m a v is it to th e
f o r t , w h e re , p o sin g as a F r e n c h
m a n . he has s ecu red v a lu a b le In
fo r m a tio n . B ra d d o c k , b re d to E u
ro p e a n w a r f a r e , f a ils to re a lis e th e
Im p o rta n c e o f th e n ew s. B ro n d Is
s en t ba c k to F o r t D u q u es n e , a ls o
b e a rin g
a
m essage
to
G e o rg e
C ro g h a n , E n g lis h e m is s a ry am o n g
th e In d ia n a B ro n d Joins his frie n d
a n d fe llo w sco ut. R o u n d P a w , I n
d ia n c h ie f, a n d th e y s e t o u t.
On
th e w a y th e y f a l l in w it h a ty p ic a l
backw oodsm an,
B a ls a r
C ro m it,
w h o Joins th e m .
CHAPTER Il— Continued
“Why didn't these two strangers
stop your bloody work? At least the
•white man. If be be white. If George
Croghan had been here, he’d 'a'
stopped you quick enough."
“Mehbe so, tnebbe not. Mother Cox.
But Croghan's In Great cove. So It's
bo good talking bis name. Mother
Cox,” bantered Cromit.
"How do yon know he's In Great
covet" 1 demanded.
The widow eyed me with stern dis
approval, but was quick to take the
words from Cromit's mouth and told
me:
“He was here three days ago and
bound for there. Some of his drat
ted Indians are straying 'round the
country, and he’s looking 'em up. And
when he ain’t hunting up his Injuns
he's trying to hire our men to work
on Braddock's road.
Let the red
coats make their own read. I say.
.When our men-folks go to the Ohio
they don't have no read laid down
for ’em to walk on. They Just git np
and git.”
“Where Is McDowell and his men?
Where are the Craigs J" I asked.
“ McDowell's folks Is in Great cove,
1 told you," huskily reminded the
drover,
"And the Craig brothers are on the
road to Shippensburg," said the
widow.
“McDowell's gone to help
drive out some witches."
“But he and his men haven't time
to he p drive out the French." 1 said.
She eyed me blankly, and then be
rated me:
“Of all the numbskulls I There
ain't no French near'n Fort Duquesne.
They can't hurt us with Braddock's
army going ag’ln' ’em. But witches
right among us can 'spell' our cattle
and send sore pains to onr children.
Merciful land! What good to drive
the French from the Allegheny If
witches can work their evil spells In
onr homes?"
“I f It wa'n’t for these beeves. I'd go
back and help clean out the devil's
nest," muttered the drover.
“There'll be no tormenting of poor
people on the charge of witchcraft If
George Croghan Is In the cove,” 1
told them.
I walked np the horse-path toward
Parnal's Knob with Round Paw at
my heels. We covered a quarter of
a mile when a yell behind caused us
to look back. Cromit was coming on
the run and his legs carried him rap
Idly. I expected trouble and handed
tny rifle to Rouod Paw. Cromit halt
ed and Informed me:
' “1 ain’t no call to sell my soul to
the devil. 1 don't banker to see no
witches, but 111 go with you. Just
stopped to git my knife. Old Brad
dock will give me a new gun, hut he
might be stingy with his knives."
And he patted a large butcher knife
worn without a sheath. Did he trip
and' fall It would he a miracle If he
escaped Inflicting a severe Injury on
himself.
The belief In witches and wizards
In western Pennsylvania and Virginia
was widespread. The Old world Im
migrants had brought along their su
perstltions as well as their Bibles.
Once they had ventured Into the on-
broken forests and made a clearing
and felt the solitude closing abou'
them like a wall they worked new
fancies Into the old tales. If there were
werwolves In Europe, why should
there not be as bad, or worse, dia
bolic agencies In this new land of
gloomy ancient forests, weird water
falls and wild mountains?
What with the Palatine Germans
and their grewsome beliefs, the Irish
with their fairies, the Scotch with
tbelr gnomes and other strange hill
creatures, and the English with their
devotion to ghosts. It was email won
der that almost any community along
the frontiers should possess those who
Impliclty believed in witchcraft Nor
was this delusion lacking Io New Eng-
lang and other colonies.
As we drew clear of the hills we
beheld two-ecore men and women
grouped at the foot of a low hill on
Which stood a log cabin.
The door of the cnblo was open but
1 saw none of the occupants. Nor
were the people at the foot of the hill
giving much heed to the cabin as we
came up. Their Interest was confined
to a woman groveling on the grass
and malting a great outcry.
1 pushed my wuy through (he crowd
and looked down on the young woman
She was having a lit of some kind.
"What's the mutter here?" I asked.
“This yovng woman Is witched, sir,"
cried a gray haired woman.
/Husfroi»«» Ay
Irw in M y e r»
Copyrtsht Sv R ash 1 -saJsitex
WNU Usrvtes
"Witched by Elrie Dlnwold." growled
a man; and he turned to shake his
clinched baud at the cabin on the hill.
"But slic’d witch us no morel W ell
burn that nest. Fight the devil with
flrel Der Hexenkopf has bred wltehys
long enough. We've sent for John
Hokes, sir. He's a rare wlsard. lie'll
soon take the spell off this poor suf
ferer."
“ Is George Croghan In the valley?'
"Gone yesterday for Will's creek."
The sufferer did not fancy any shift
ing of attention and renewed her
screaming and kicking.
"The devil hales water. Bring me
a bucketful." I commanded.
1 rolled up the wide sleeves of my
bunting shirt as If Intending to bathe
my hands before attempting even a
partial cure. A bucket of water was
placed before me, I picked 1» up and
dashed It over the woman. Spitting
like a cat she came to a sitting pos
ture. When she could gel her breath
she began calling curses down on my
head.
“The devil hates cold water.* I re
peated. "The woman Is all right now
If she will keep out of the moonlight
for three nights."
“Then you are a wizard and can
remove spells?" eagerly asked the
gray-haired woman. Others were star
ing at me with much respect.
"Some spells," I admitted. “Now
tell
me how this woman was
spelled? ”
It seemed that Elsie Dlnwold, who
lived with her uncle In the cabin on
l»er Hexenkopf, or the Witches' Head,
as the little hill was called, bad laid
a most malevolent trap for the woman
now bobbling to her cabin for a dry
shift. It consisted of a barrel and a
wltcb snake.
The narrator was here Interrupted
by several, who Insisted Elsie Dln
wold had changed herself into a snake,
or had entered the body of the snake
—preferably the latter as tbe snake
was still In the barrel and the ac
cused was In her cabin. The victim
had been Induced by some magic arts
to pause and look Into the barrel. She
beheld a large rattlesnake with Elsie
Dinwold's eyes.
The barrel was pointed out to me.
I wulked to It and looked Inside. M j
flesb crawled as I encountered the re
lentless malignity of the eerpenrs
staring eyes.
I directed the men to kill tbe snake
and would have remained to make
sure It was done bad not the appear
ance of a slim figure I d the cabin door
set the crowd into a wild uproar. The
woman stepped outside aDd was fnl
lowed by a man badly crippled, for he
walked with difficulty even while
using two canes. Some In the gather-
Ing began gesticulating, aDd then they
were sweeping up the hill, a frantlq,
mob.
‘ - »
"Why all this fues over a snake In
a barrel?" 1 asked, fearing some harm
would he Inflicted on the woman and
the cripple.
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t
“She Is a woman of Der Hexen-
kopfl” accused a woman, pointing a
trembling finger.
"She comes of a foul brood," ex
citedly explained a man.
I took time to look more closely.
The woman, scarcely more than a girl,
had suddenly taken alarm for the
man’s safety, and had Interposed her
slim figure between him and her ac
cusers. Her loosened hair was blow
ing about her face and half-veiling her
thin features. She leaned forward bs
she watched us, her body lithe and
wiry ns a boy's, her lips parted In a
little feline snarl.
Knowing me to be a stranger and
yearning for an Impartial Judge, she
centered her wild gaze on me and
panted:
“ I'm no witch. These folks be fools I
I live here alone with m j uncle. He
Is old, a cripple with rbeumty pains.
Several years ago the beastly Ger
mans earned this place Der Hexen
kopt My poor mother died from fear
and sorrow. My two sisters, older’n
me, were driven out of the valley. I
am last of the women to live on tbe
Witches' Head, and they won't let me
live In peace."
“ Keep your wicked Jaws closed
tight, or we'll pin 'em together,"
roared the red-faced man.
I waved my hands for silence and
requested:
"W ill some of you good folks tell
me what she has done besides putting
the snake In the barrel?"
It was the old man, her uncle, who
enllghtcued me.
“They say she rent a slvknes», te.
Oscar Kluck's white horse," he trem
ulously expialued. “Oscar Kluck came
here this morning early a tij asked me
to pay four pouuds for the hurt doee
the animal. I had no money."
“He was a good hoes, til? white one.
I refused four pouuds for him," cried
Kluck. TSow she's spoiled blui— the
tf—d spawn I "
• •
Some oue tugged my elbow. It wee
Cromit.
Ills face wae weak from
fear, and bit voice trembled ea he
whispered:
"I've been looking at tbe white
horse. I know horses. He's1 old and
oughter be shot He was uevqr worth
four pounds. Four shillings would be
nearer," Ue scuttled back to the
Onondaga. The cripple was streaking.
" If she confesses end promisee
never to do It again, shall she be left
unharmed?"
"Let her say she Is a witch and
then leave the valley this day, never
to come back, and she shan't be
whipped." a man promised.
“But I can't go," walled the girt.
"Who would take care of my uncle?
Tbe dear God knows 1 would gladly
go and never look toward this piacw
again If my uncle could go with met"
“Never mind me, little Elsie. Yon
must not be whipped," groaned her
uncle.
“Tench the d—d brat we can break
her spells 1” screamed a woman.
“She threatens us with the devil's
power! She should be burned and
her ashes scattered ut midnight,"
loudly declared a man In English but
speaking with a thick accent.
I Interposed: “Enough. There will
he no burning, nor whipping. She la
scarcely more than a glrL You peo
ple talk like crazy folks."
“And who be you, mister, to come
to Der Hexenkopf and say what we'U
do aud wbat we won't?" a woman
fiercely demanded of me.
"1 am recruiting for Braddock’s
army. Three pounds sterling to every
man who enlists. A fine red coat and
a tine new musket. This man beside
me Is Balsar Cromit from McDowell's
mill. Ue has enlisted. My red friend,
back there Is an Onondaga Indian, tie
will bring an ax In hit hand If I call.
I have this rifle, which makes a good
club. The young woman shall not
be whipped."
•
"Horoor! No whipping!" yelled
Cromit, and he stretched forth bis
half-closed hand» and began turning
on his heel In search of any who
might care to argue the point more
Intimately.
I had no Intention of getting Into a
rough-and-tumble tight with the set
tlers, so I threw up thq-glfle and held
them back. While they were hud-
dlejl Jogether the Onondaga let out a
war-whoop and came charging up the
bill, bounding high and swinging bis
ax. The women screamed and fell
back; the men forgot me to cover the
retreat of the women. I yelled for the
Indian to half*snd for the settlers to
'listen. When I had secured their at
tention I s a id :'
-J. “Drop back a bit and let me talk
with the woman alone. T h ^ J * no
place for either her or her uncle. Per
haps It can be arranged for both to
leave this valley."
With much grumbling and many
loud threats they aceepted the truce
and retired some distance down the
hill. Cromit and the Onondaga had
□o wish to draw closer to the cabin,
so .1 went to the forlorn cotiple alone.
The man was seated on a log, leaning
forward by resting on tils canes, and
breathing heavily. His eyes were bulg
ing In a fashion I did not like. The
girl glared at me. onable to believe I
could be a friend, yet puzzled at my
defiance of her neighbors.
"Yen have nothing to fear from me,
child,” I told her.
,
“Child!" she bitterly repeated. "Frn
an old woman. I stopped being a
child wlwm very small. My mother
was pretty. T ill they called her a
witch her balr was as brown as mine.
My father went over the mountains,
where no one bad been, and never
came back. That was when I was a
baby. My uncle lived here with us
and supplied us wltb meat
Then
they called my mother a wltcli, and
she died.
(T O B ^ C O N T IN U E D .)
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Didn’t Have Nerve to Cook the Little Pig
A Cleveland housewife who was en thing so--ranch like a little baby about
tertaining some very special friends that poor little pig that I set It down
from out of the city, wanted to have in a hurry. I realized then and there
a dinner that would linger In thetr that I didn’t have the nerve to cook I t
memory for some time to come. Wbat Like my son, I wiped the tears out of
could be nicer, she thought, than a my eyes and put the 'dear little plggle'
out of my mind forever. We had roast
roast suckling pig?
Accordingly the little pig was sent beef for dinner?’
home from the butcher's, unwrapped
and laid on '.he kitchen table, where
Polar Tem perature»
her small son caught sight of It and
The fact that It Is colder at th»
burst Into tears.
"Don't cook that dear little plggle!” South pole than It Is a t-th e North
pole has been explained by the fact
he walled, disconsolately.
that the South pole Is believed to lie
His mother sent him from the kltch
en and picked the pig up to carry It In the middle of a larre continent .and
also at a higher devafUm
the
across the room.
"In that moment," she reports, "my North Geographical [tola. This: would
courage failed ine. There was some account for a lower temperature.
/
!♦?
0EPA R TED
is the
hour of glory for
the
“boyish"
vogue.
Fickle fashion has de
cided that women must
again look femlulue and
lovely. Tbe whole style
stage la act for Juat that
—a summer of pictur
esque and enchantlug
modes.
Sheer frocks, with fllit
tery
rllhoueltea,
big
drooping brims, portrait
hats, to he explicit, her
raiment lace-laden, be-
rlbboned aud betlowered,
parasols, fans. Jewel« aud
all the bewildering fancies which play
to “vanity fair”—thus docs fashion
solve milady's “what-to-wear" prob
lem for now and until further notice.
When It comes to the styling of
pretty dainty sheer frocks, flue kulfe
plaiting Is playing a most generous
part. Tiers expressed In the plaited
ruffle effect are fashion's favorite treat
ment for skirts. I f the tiers be scal
loped, as here pictured, the theme Is
all the more fascinating.
Many women who do tbelr own
sewing are delighted with the Idea o f
the plaited skirt. By taking their ma
terial to the platter and tbe hem
stitcher, they find, at the cost of a
few cents, their frock takes on that
cachet, which removes the stigma of
lueklng "homemade." With- the ma
terial for the skirt plaited, the rest of
the making of this dreas Is a simple
msUqr which the home sewer need
have no hesltnncy In undertaking.
A flehu neckline like the one shown
here Is also suggested to the woman
who makes her own clothes. This
A F ashionable Costum e.
types are uot golug to have It all ibvli
own way.
Considering that It Is summertime,
ami that brltus are "In" again, like
wise summery straws. It would seem
that the world of fashion Is about to
experience a season of “real mil
linery."
There Is a wonderful variety of
straws registered on the Immediate
millinery program. At this moment
It Is the new llnen-llke smooth sur
faced types which are receiving most
attention. These are variously called
alsol, bakou, balllbuutI, and. of course,
bangkoka are Included. Contrasting
these exotic smooth straws. Is pallia*
son. « type of coarse weave and one
which Is proving very succoeefut. Add
to this list leghorn, hulr, and tuscan,
also soft yedda bodies, and one gets
an Idea of the Infinite variety of
straws which enter Into the styling of
milady's summer chapeau.
The models pictured are all of the
s u io n lli s u rfa c e d type, ttie sort Unit
women of rtnart fnshlon are wearing
Baby specialists n g fre , nowadays,
that during the f ir s t * ! * months, babies
must have three ounces of fluid per
pound of body weight dally. An eight*
pound baby, for Instauce, needs twen*
ty-four ounces of fluid. Later on the
rule is two ounces of fluid per pound
of body weight. The afhount of fluid
absorbed by a breast-fed baby Is beet
determined by weighing him before
end after feeding for the whole day:
and It la easily calculated for the hot*
tie fed one. Then make up any de
ficiency with water.
Giving baby sufficient water often
relieves his feverish, crying, upset and
restless spells. I f It doesn't, give him
e few drops of Fletcher's Castorla.
For these and other tils of babies and
children such as colic, cholera, diar
rhea. gas on stomach and bowels; con
stipation, sour stomach, loss of sleep,
underweight, etc., leading physicians
say there's nothing so effective. I t Is
purely vegetable— the recipe te on the
wrapper—and millions of mothers
have depended on It In o v i’ thirty
years of ever Increasing use. I t regu
lates baby's bowels, makes him sleep
and eat right, enables him to get full
nourishment from his food, so he In
creases In weight as he should. Wltb
each package you get a book on Moth
erhood worth Its weight In gold.
Just a word of caution. Look for
the signature of Chas. 11. Fletcher on
the package so you'll be sure to get
the genuine. The forty-rent bottles
contain thirty-five doses.
Street to Be Ballroom
Entertaining guests together and
using the street as the ballroom Is
the plan being worked out by resi
dents of one side of North street,
Loudon. Under the shadow of West
minster the neighbors of the small
and ancient afreet have become well
acquainted, and as their homes ars
too rtnall for entertalulng on a large
scale, they propose to cover the pave
ment wltb an awning and throw open
their res|iectlve houses, which will Its
used ss places for silting out. Dinner
will be served In each house so that
gucaia will have the choice of at least
a dozen meal*.
Tactfulne»» R ew arded
A» a reward for their tactfulness
during the great strike In Great
Britain In 102)1, policemen of Edin
burgh. Scotland, are to have 5 recre
ation building. A fund for (Jjo pur
pose was raised by people of ell
ranks, most of whom were opposed
to each other during the strike, and
were kept In order by the police.
Poetry on -Production Ba t i t
Tw ohlgh school boys called on W il
liam llerschell. poet of the Indianapo
lis News, asking him to honor tbelr
yenrlMtok with a poetical lmr->ductlon.
"Why,—yes, boys. I'd be glad to
wr|Jo a little verse or two for your hn-
niial. When do you want It?"
"Oh," renlled »he boys, “we'll Just,
sit here and wait for It "
Safe Guess
"How much do
lost year?"
“About N> per
“Fifty per cent
“Whatever you
Lease S u m m e ry
you thluk I mads
cent."
of what?"
say?’
H a ts .
• As'1 / » - *"
styling is very smart and being quaint
ly feminine, tunes In with the sum
mer program foy soft and graceful
silhouettes.
Speaking of necklines, a great deal
of attention Is being paid to them this
season by furhlouists. If not a scarf,
then a capelet Is'oftt-n made of the
saihe material as' the dress.
Note the .exquisite transparent hat
which tops this'frock, .Real summery
picturesque millinery, like this, Is one
of th»- exquisite Joys of the present-
day mode.
The much heralded nnd the much-
hoped-for vogue o f ’the straw hat has
arrived, and It Is nil that fancy pic
tured It 111 matter of exotic beauty
and feminine charm.
The best of It is the return of sum
mery straws brings with tt a re
vival of brims, and brims menu the
•getting.away from tli« recent almost
stereotyped‘ Utt(e.||uL'whlch for so long
a tinge-reigned supreme,/ W'Hh the-re
appearance of ftflins, comes new and
♦pried silhouettes which’ declare that
from now oa ttie persistent skull-cop
for sports or Informal daytime occn
slons.
A very handsome black bnlllbuntl 1«
shown at the top. It has three large
fiat asters In coral, beige and old blue,
made of narrow ribbon.
Below to the left Is a slaol straw In
natural color. It looks almost as If It
were made of linen, although It Is
really straw. Note the Impressing
turn-hack fold nt the front brim.
The bnngkok sailor Is smartly
trimmed with a hand imd plaltlngs of
tri-colored ribbons.
The black mnnlln straw to the left
Is trimmed with grosgrnln ribbon
edged with velvet. A huge chon of
plaited mullnes forms a flower-llke or
nament.
The group concludes with a hand
some black bnlllbuntl straw, with an
nrrowllke
ornament
piercing
the
crown.
JULIA BGTTO.MI.KY.
(IB. 1828. W esters Newspaper Union.)
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