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.
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2. Fourteen per cent.
S
till
a
F
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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 ? ”
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3
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