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Thursday, September 2 1, 193 9 The Gold Hill News, Gold Hill. Oregon HCW-T° SEW M ountain man 4 ^ - Ruth Wyeth Spears jâaxMe« ¿lidian S e ria l _______By HAROLD CHANNING WIRE CHAPTER XVII—Continued —16 ■ ■ Irene unlocked the tu rtle -b a ck and B reck looked in. F olding chairs, fo ld in g tables, fo ld in g beds lay there. He drew them out. uncover ing boxes o f fresh fr u it, a tin of w afers, three bon voyage baskets of candy. •‘Ire n e ,” he asked, “ are you sure you have p le n ty o f re a l food?” "O h yes! H e a p s !" "H o w m uch flour, ric e and ba con?” "N o flour. I brought crackers. You know, Gordon, I never eat rice. And bacon . . . ju s t a m inute I had Toby buy e v e ry th in g .” She turned to the chauffeur. “ Toby, how m uch bacon?" “ Six h a lf pound packages, I th in k .” B reck grinned. “ No flour, no rice, three pounds of bacon.” He waved to w a rd the house. “ You rest in there— a ll of you. I ’ ll do the pack in g .” “ And I ’ ll w a tc h !” Irene asserted w ith suspicion. “ I know w hat you’ re going to do. I ’ ve got the cutest l it tle m a ttre ss w ith springs that squash down. I m ust take it. And I suppose you would th ro w out an evening dress.” “ You d id n ’ t b rin g o n e !” “ O f course. Won’ t we dance?” “ Y es,” B reck prom ised, th inking o f T e m p le ’s rodeo, “ w e’ll dance But the only evening gown you’ll need is the one you sleep in ! ” When the others had gone into the house, he and D ivin e sorted w hat lit tle o f the equipm ent there was th a t could be used. “ I ’ ve seen some rig h t p re tty camp ju n k ,” the packer observed, stand ing among the sets o f fu rn itu re painted red and blue, w ith striped covers to m atch, “ b u t th is is plum b g ra n d !" They selected about one-fourth the c a r’s contents and m ade up kyacks fo r three mules. Im m e d ia te ly Breck lashed on the bedding and drew cinches tig h t, and so had i t a ll cov ered before the fa m ily returned. ■When they did come fro m the house he hustled them into th e ir saddles. He put the Senator in the lead and gave h im a m ule to tow. Then M rs. Sutherland w ith her m a id n e xt; a m iddle-aged woman whose tig h t lip s showed disapproval o f the whole a ffa ir. Toby followed, su rp risin g B re ck w ith a good knowledge of horses. Ire n e chose her own place ne xt h im s e lf a t the rear. The s ta rt was made n o isily, w ith D ick D ivin e g rin n in g fro m his door. B reck tu rned and waved, a t the same tim e seeing they w ere not to be alone on the upw ard tr a il. I t was p la in th a t A r t had w aited d e lib e r ately. Now he was getting his sa lt tra in into lin e . CHAPTER XVIII M uch could be read in th is act, b u t if A rt had a definite purpose he was in no h u rry to show it. F o r tw o hours B reck pushed his to u ris t s trin g up the w a ll, ascending in sh o rt, h a ir-p in turns d ire c tly over the pack cam p. I t was hot when th e y started. Soon the Senator took o ff his w hite coat and trie d to s it on it. A m om ent la te r he rem oved his tie and hung it on the saddle horn. He seemed inclined to dis pose o f his s h irt also when M rs. S utherland spoke to him . A t the end of tw o hours th e y came onto a shelf where the firs t long- needle pine offered shade and a sp rin g tric k le d fro m the rock. B reck called a h a lt, te llin g everyone to get o ff and stretch th e ir legs. I t was w hile they rested on the shelf th a t A r t T illso n cam e sw inging up the tr a il, d riv in g eight m ules and leading two. He made a strong, ru g ged p ictu re . H is mules, s ta lw a rt, lean-legged fellows, bore the w eight of sa lt bags w ith no e ffo rt and m arched past in close fo rm a tio n , fu r r y ears flopping w ith each step. A r t h im se lf rode w ith a ll the un conscious grace of a born horse m a n , w ith broad-shouldered body ro llin g to the a n im a l’s ga it, his gloved rig h t hand, holding the lead rope, braced against his thigh. F ro m the m om ent he cleared the bend of the tr a il his eyes were upon Irene. He held them there u n til he was alm ost abreast, then looked away fo r a tim e but tu rned in his saddle before passing out o f sig h t fu rth e r on. “ W e ll!” Irene gasped: “ Who is th a t handsome beast?” B reck scowled. “ H e’s a cowboy w ith a herd of ca ttle here in the m o u n ta in s.” “ D id he never see a w om an be fore? Those eyes! Was he looking at m e o r through m e?” “ I t ’s hard to te ll,” B re ck an swered vaguely, p re p a rin g to move on. “ T h a t boy is a c h a ra c te r up here. You won’t see him a g a in.” "W o n ’t I, though! M y d ear, when a m an looks lik e th a t, m u st I be b lin d ? " B reck paused in g a th e rin g up his reins. “ Yes, Irene, you m u s t.” “ W hat? Why Gordon! Is this an o fficia l o rd e r—I m u stn ’t w ant to see h im a gain?” “ D on’t use any of yo u r tric k s on h im , th a t's a ll. I ca n ’ t e xp la in no w .” “ B ut, m y d e a r," Irene sm iled, “ he’s such a fine a n im a l!" B reck laughed but put s in c e rity in to his w a rn in g . “ You m in d the ra n g e rI” A fte r s ta rtin g the p a rty upw ard again, he rode in silence, deep w ith in his thoughts. A t this m om ent he would ra th e r have been b rin g in g a load of d yn a m ite in to the m oun ta in s than Irene. She was ruthless. He knew it was not beyond h e r to ta ke a curious in te re s t in A rt, play h im u n til th a t was satisfied, then c u t h im . Once m ore th a t afternoon she turned th e ir ta lk to h im , asking, "W h a t w ill you bet th a t I don’t see m y cowboy frie n d before n ig h t? ” “ You w o n 't," B reck asserted. “ H e’l l be h a lfw a y over the ro o f by the tim e we reach the s u m m it.” B u t w om an’s in s tin c t was b e tte r than m an’ s reasoning. When they cam e into S u m m it Meadow at dusk, a ca m p fire was b u rn in g a t the fu r th e r end. T ills o n ’s m ules grazed nearby, and the cowboy sat cook ing his supper over the flames. Im m e d ia te ly B reck turned o ff to w a rd a stream o f w a te r th a t Yes, he had changed. In one way, at least, he had changed co m pletely. B re c k 's tra in was late to s ta rt the next m o rning, fo r s tiff bodies were hard to get on the move. He was up at daw n and saw A rt T illso n pull out a t da yb re a k, but it was eight o 'clo ck before his to u ris ts could take the tr a il. B reck fe ll in at the re a r of the s trin g as usual, b u t Irene d id not resum e her place w ith h im . In stead she took the lead, and m a in tained that aloof distance th ro u g h out the m o rning. He was both amused and tro u b le d ; fo r it was a l ways a danger signal when Irene fe lt seclusive. They cam e in to T em ple's cow- cam p at eleven o’clock, and the old m an, h o b b lin g .fro m his cabin, h e a rt ily in v ite d them to get o ff and eat. “ Louy ju s t rode in ,” he said, “ h u n g ry as a coyote. I ’ m p u ttin ' steaks on the fire .” The g ir l had not appeared. "W h e re is she?” B reck asked. T em ple waved a hand backw ard. “ Y onder. F ix in ’ u p .” In a m om ent Louise came to the door o f her own ca b in and B reck rode to her. He w anted a w ord ju s t the s tirru p th a t needed no ad ju stin g , then regained his saddle. “ Thank you so m u ch ,” Irene ca ressed h im " I t does feel b e tte r.” She drew her horse's head around. “ M iste r T em ple was ve ry kind, o f fe rin g us lunch, but m o th e r looks so tire d . R eally, if she ever gets o ff her beast she’ ll never get back on. And when we reach yo u r station I don’ t believe 1 w ill move fo r a m o n th !" So it was settled. The Senator, cam paigning fro m long habit, had already won Tom T em ple and said steaks sounded good. But Irene begged h im to th in k o f m other. "W h y, M o th e r is a ll rig h t,” he in sisted. Irene fum ed. “ You never under s ta n d !" The Senator resigned and clim b e d aboard his a n im a l. P a tch w o rk pot holders hanging in a row . “ W ell a n y w a y ," T em ple said agreeably, “ you can figure to come G R E E N nnd w h ite kitchen is eight oblong blocks o f three t r i back for the b a rb e cu e ." as fresh and c ris p os a lettuce angles. A la y e r o f sheet w a d d in i B reck groped fo r some excuse to leaf. I stepped into one the other is used fo r pudding. The backing rid e again to Louise; ye t knew th a t day w ith w h ite w a lls, green floor fo r the holder is w hite. The three would be foolish There was noth and green organdy cu rta in s . E v lu ye rs arc q u ilte d together by sew ing Besides. Irene was s till close e ryth in g was green und w hite, and ing ju s t inside the w h ite tria n g le s to him . She rem ained there as the over the stove hung u set of patch- of the pieced top. p a rty sta rte d on, and rid in g alm ost w ork pot holders like a row of H ave you sent fo r yo u r copy ol knee to knee gave h im a sense of b rig h t green and w h ite tiles. A ll the new Sewing Book No. 3? E v being hovered. o f us love old q u ilt p a tte rn s F or e ry hom em aker w ill w u n t u copy As soon as they had passed those who do not have tim e to fo r it contains useful ideas fo r through T e m p le 's gate and were in m ake q u ilts, here is a m odern use home d e co ra tin g ; as w e ll as o rig i the forest, she bu rst w ith laughter. fo r y o u r fa v o rite designs. nal ideas fo r things to use as g ifts, “ Oh, m y d e a r! T h a t costum e! Those Perhaps you were put to bed ns and to sell a t bazunrs. You w ill boots! A re a l c o w g ir l!" a ch ild under th is eight-pointed be d elighted w ith th is new book. Breck faced her fro m his saddle. star? The sketch gives the d im e n The p rice is only 10 cents post “ Yes; a real g ir l. " sions fo r the p a tte rn s fo r the tw o She sobered. " I said c o w g irl.” tria n g le s used in m a kin g it fo r the paid. Send coin w ith nam e and Suddenly her d a rk eyes surveyed pot holder. Piece eig h t sm a ll address to M rs. Spears, 210 S. him in disbelief. D isdain spread squares o f tw o tria n g le s ; then D esplaines St., Chicago, 111. over her face. H er lip cu rle d . " Y o u d o n 't mean it! Gordon, yo u 're not re a lly —in th is p rim itiv e co u n try I suppose it's ca lle d —co u rtin g her? A Quit With Answers Oh m y, oh m y. T h a t's d readful. Offering Information A lm ost in d e cen t." on Various Subjects Before B reck could answ er she lashed her horse c ru e lly and loped 1 * 2 3 ahead. 5. C iv il and W orld w ars. T h e Questions Rock House a t sunset brought 6. G e rm a n y, 1. A re zebras b lack w ith w hite cries of w onder fro m the to u rists, 7. O ther a n im a ls e lig ib le to be w eary as they were. The tra in stripes or w h ite w ith blnck recorded are spoken o f as pure dropped out of the eastern notch and stripes? into a bowl of opal lig h t, through 2. W hite persons co n stitu te w hut bred. 8. A dove is a pigeon. w hich the grass bottom , the fences, per cent of the people o f the B r it the cabin fa r across appeared m ore ish em pire? as a b it o f fa iry la n d than a ranger 3. W hy do people g e n e ra lly w a lk station in the S ie rra Nevadas. In c irc le s when lost? H a lfw a y in to the m eadow, K it 4. In w h a t citie s w ould you find FREE Iiit i fir threw his ears fo rw a rd and w h in the fo llo w in g d is tric ts : The Loop; nied. The c a ll was answered. B reck The B a rb a ry Coast; The B owery? recognized C uster and sm iled. But 5. In w hat w ars d id the U nited im m e d ia te ly there follow ed a chorus States d ra ft troops? Colotful ««* fro m m ules b ra yin g fu rth e r on, and 6. W hat co u n try is designated by w *d i lor Kail planting Send fot ynur then he saw A r t T illso n bivouacked the sobriquet Cousin M ichel? <of*y and let H a lla *« ll • ftputaiion lot quality be ywu guide to b im l c m . under a lone pine near the to u ris t 7. A re a n im a ls o th e r than horses pasture gate. spoken o f as thoroughbred? 8. W hat is the d iffe re n ce be CHAPTER XIX tween a dove and a pigeon? A ASK ME O ANOTHER f biyili Ha I la w e l l ' s S e le c t B ulbs P retended to adjust the s tirru p th a t needed no a d ju sting . em erged fro m a snow m arsh. He saw Ire n e ’s eyes s m ilin g at h im in fe m in in e triu m p h . H a ltin g , he drew packs fro m the m ules at once, then spread canvas covers on the pine needles. “ Now a ll you fo lks re s t," he said. " L ie around and enjoy the sunset. I ’ ll have grub fo r you in a sh a ke ." " E n jo y the sunset,” the Senator groaned. “ M y God! I f you say som ething about a fe a th e r m attress, I ’ ll lis te n .” He clim b e d s tiffly fro m his horse and slum ped onto one of the canvases. Supper of steaks he had brought fro m D iv in e ’s was a wordless a f fa ir, and im m e d ia te ly a fte rw a rd s a ll save Ire n e vanished into th e ir tents. She insisted she was not tire d . B reck knew b e tte r and so le ft only the coals of th e ir fire. She would have to follow the others when th a t scant heat died and the cold n ig h t w ind sprang up. They tw o sat cross-legged w ith fa d in g lig h t between them , the forest w hispering overhead, the crunch of a n im a ls grazing ju s t beyond. Once another sound cam e into these. B reck stood up, and m oving fro m the glow, w aited in the shadows. T ills o n ’s cam p was da rk. A rt m ig h t have turned in ; and s till he m ig h t not. T h a t sound had been too m uch lik e the snap of tw ig s higher up the m eadow bank. Y e t i t was not re peated and in tim e B reck went back to Irene. She put up a hand when he ap proached, d ra w in g h im down beside her. H er fingers trem bled. “ A re you frig h te n e d ? ” he asked. “ O f w h a t? " “ The fo re s t; the noises.” “ N ot a b it.” Im p u ls iv e ly she leaned to h im , liftin g up her face, g ivin g herself to be kissed. B u t he refused. She drew away w ith w ell affected indifference and fo r a m om ent kicked her boot heels at the dead coals. P resently she asked, “ Do you lik e your jo b ? ” “ N ever like d one better. I t has done wonders fo r m e .” She surveyed h im w ith speculative eyes. “ I t has changed you. G or don.” B reck smoked in silence. Changed him ? He had not thought o f that. “ I suppose,” Ire n e said at last, standing up, “ I m ig h t as w e ll—w hat you c a ll it—tu rn in. Good n ig h t.” He started to rise w ith her, but she tapped his shoulder lig h tly and was gone. Long a fte r she had van ished into her te n t he sat w atching one fa in t red eye th a t blinked fro m the ashes. He thought of Louise T em ple and realized that Irene had spoken m ore tru th than she knew. alone. B u t alm ost a t once Irene called sw eetly fro m close behind h im . “ Oh, Gordon. M y le ft s tirru p is te r rib ly long. Can you fix it please?” She urged her horse abreast of his, looking v e ry troubled and a l to g e th e r innocent. W ith d iffic u lty B reck masked an noyance, saying, “ M iss Tem ple, this is M iss S utherland.” The tw o g irls could not have been m ore in c o n tra s t; Louise standing in her w o rk clothes of blue jeans, cowboy boots, coarse gray s h irt, w hile Irene s till retained her fresh- from -the-store look. Louise nodded. “ H ow do you do?” Ire n e inclined her head s lig h tly , h a vin g an advantage fro m her m ounted position. B re c k hastened to e x p la in ; “ Sen a to r Sutherland is ta k in g his vaca tio n up here. I hope to show h im som ething o f the F o re st S ervice.” Louise sm ile d kn o w in g ly. “ Oh d e a r,” said Irene. "G ordon, th is s tirru p . . . " She used his nam e fa m ilia rly , w ith th a t little tone o f dependence in her voice. He wanted to laugh and te ll her he understood. B u t a man couldn’t. L a te r perhaps. He dism ounted, pretended to ad A ra p on the cabin door aroused B reck fro m the table where he was w ritin g out his w eek’s report. The ca m p had been lifeless when he woke at da yb re a k, and he had taken his tim e to com plete the d ia ry . G lancing at his w atch, he saw it was now ten o ’clock. "C om e i n ! ” he called. The door opened. A r t T illso n con fronted him . B reck stood up, and looking at the cow boy's face, was puzzled. He expected trouble. Instead, A rt forced a grave expression to cover a queer g rin . He had shaved ve ry close. A few spots of powder clung to stubble th a t had not yielded to cold w a te r and a d u ll blade. “ T h is is a ra n g e r station, a in 't it? ” he demanded. B reck nodded, m a kin g ce rta in the boy was not drunk. “ And you give out in fo rm a tio n here, don’ t you?” "W h a t is it, A rt? ” B reck asked fla tly . The eyes of a m an in Pasadena are g ra d u a lly tu rn in g to stone in his head. Cases of ossification— when the tissues and organs o f liv in g persons tu rn to stone—are ta re . O nly 71 have been recorded in m e dical his to ry — and of th a t nu m b e r the case of the Pasadena, m an, re fe rre d to as “ M r. Z .” by A m e rica n m edical a u th o ritie s , is the only one known where the disease has affected the eyes, observers a w rite r in P ear son’s London W eekly. “ M r. Z .” has been a v ic tim o f the disease since 1933. C om plete ossi fica tio n m a y take fro m 10 to 15 years. The only known cure is said to be the s u rg ic a l rem oval o f the p a ra th y ro id gland. R ecently an A u s tra lia n was saved fro m being lite ra lly pressed to death by h a vin g a casing of stone round his h e a rt chipped aw ay by surgeons. N ot o n ly the h e a rt and the eyes m a y be attacked by stone deposit. S om etim es it is the lung. R a re ly does the whole body become the field o f the hardening process and the " liv in g sta tu e ” become re a lity . B u t th is is possible. A young A m e r ican g irl who was affected in this w av ed in 1934. 1. The basic co lo r o f a zebra is w hite, and his strip e s a rc black. — ■ S' • ■ ...............- '■ " ' 2. Fourteen per cent. S till a F e llo w B e in g 3. Because one leg is sh o rte r H ow ever w retched a fe llo w m o r than the other. 4. C hicago; San F ra n cisco ; New ta l m a y be, he is s till a m e m b e r o f o u r com m on species.—Seneca. York. fTO BE C O N T IN U E D ) O ssifica tio n o f the O rg a n s o f a L ivin g P erson O d d D ise a se ; M a n ’s E y es A ffe c te d The disease is caused by o ve r a c tiv ity of the p a ra th y ro id gland, w hich causes the tra n s fe r of the c a lciu m fro m the bones to the soft tissues of the body. E veryone of us c a rrie s about w ith in us a load, several stones in w eight, of lim e stone, o r p o tential lim estone. Should th is s o lid ify in one mass, ossifica tio n sets in. The disease is exem plified in a m in o r w ay when the lim e settles out in organs, fo rm in g gallstones or k id ney stones. A case is known in New South Wales o f a m a n ’s head g row ing three and a h a lf inches a ll round ow ing to lim estone deposits. N a il-C u ttin g S uperstition There is a su perstition that, when c u ttin g the nails, unless one gathers up the fra g m e n ts and burns o r buries th e m , a fte r death he w ill be sent back to look fo r them . A race tra c k enthusiast, p a rin g his nails at the tra ck, was told th is and w arned to gather the pieces. “ But, w hy should I? ” s m ilin g ly answered the skeptic, “ I f I ’m to be sent back to look for. the pieces— w hat b e tte r place could be picked out than the tra c k ? ” SEEDS . BULBS • FI ANTS M « MARKET ST SAN FRANCISCO N tirteiy Garden* Q u in ta l* Si A ïlic iA v » T h e A n sw ers By burning 25% slower than tha average of the IB other of tho largest-selling brands tested - slower than any of th e m — CAMELS give a smoking plus equal to 5 EXTRA SMOKES PER PACK N J O Y cooler, m ild e r smoking... the fragrance and delicate taste of finer, more expenaive tobaccos— and at the lame tim e get more smok- ing per pack in long-burning Camel*. E Here are the facts from a recent scries o f im p a r t ia l s c ie n tific la b o ra to ry testa o f 16 o f the largest-selling brands: CAM ELS were found to contain M O R E T O B A C C O B Y W E IG H T than the average for the 15 other o i the largest-selling brands. 1 C A M E L S B U R N E D SLO W ER T H A N A N Y OTHER BRAND T E S T E D - 2 5 % SLO W ER T H A N T H E A V E R A G E T IM E O F T H E 15 O T H E R O F T H E LARG EST-SELL I N G B R A N D S ! By burning 25% slower, on the average, Camels give smokers the equivalent o f 5 E X T R A SM O KES PER P A C K I 2 In the same tests, CAM ELS H E L D T H E IR A S H F A R L O N G E R than the average tim e for a ll the other brands. 3 G e t more and better smoking in Camels. Penny fo r penny, Camels are your shrewdest cigarette buy I CAMELS LONG-BURNING COSTLIER TOBACCOS