Independence enterprise. (Independence, Or.) 1908-1969, February 20, 1920, Page PAGE SIX, Image 6

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Synopsis. David Elden, son of a
drunken, shiftless ranchman, al
most a maverick of the foothills,
Is breaking bottles with his pistol
from his running cay use when the
first automobile ho has ever seen
arrives and tips over, breaking the
leg of Doctor Hardy but not injur
ing his beautiful daughter Irene.
Dave rescues the injured man and
brings a doctor from 40 miles
away. Irene takes charge of the
housekeeping. Dave and Irene take
many rides together and during
her father's enforced stay they get
well acquainted.
CHAPTER II Continued.
For th3 first time he .looked her
straight in the face. Ilis dark eyes met
; her gray ones and demanded truth.
' "Irene," be said, "do you mean that?"
! "Sure I do," she answered. "College
f courses, and all that kind of thing.
they're good stuff, all right, but they
i make some awful nice boys real
I live boys, you know into some awful
dead ones. My father says about the
! best education Is to learn to live wlth
i In your income, pay your debts and
give the other fellow a chance to do
J the same. They don't all learn that at
! college. Then there's the things you
t do, just like yu were born to it, that
f they couldn't do to save their lives.
Why, I've seen you smash six bottles
at a stretch, you going full gallop and
; whooping and shooting so we could
hardly tell which was which. And ride
; you could make more money riding
for city people to look at than most of
those learned fellows, with letters af
i ter their names like the tail of a kite,
' will ever see. But I wouldn't like you
to make it that way. There are more
t useful things to do."
He was comforted by this speech,
but he referred to his accomplishments
i modestly. "Itidin' an' shootln ain't
, nothtnV he said.
"I'm not so sure," she answered.
"Father says the day Is coming when
our country will want men who can
hoot and ride more than it will want
lawyers and professors."
j "Well, when it does It can call on
i me," he said, and there was the pride
' In his voice which conies to a boy who
j feels that in some way he can take a
I man's place in the world. "Them is
t two things I sure can do."
Tears later she was to think of her
. remark and his answer, consecrated
then in clean red blood.
I They talked of many things that af
ternoon, and when at last the length
' ening shadows warned them it was
time to be on the way they rode long
distances in silence. Both felt a sense
which neither . ventured to express
that they had traveled very close in the
world of their hopes and sorrows and
desires. j
The shadows had deepened Into
darkness, and the infinite silence of the
hills hung about them as they dropped
from their saddles at the Elden door.
A light shone from within, and Doctor
For the First Time He Looked Her
Straight In the Face.
Hardy, who was now able to move
about with the aid of a home-made
crutch, could be seen setting the table,
while Mr. Elden stirred a composition
on the stove. They, chatted a3 they
worked, and there was something of
the Joy of little children in their com
panionship. The young folks watched
for a moment through the window, and
In Dave's heart some long-forgotten
emotion moved momentarily at the
sight of the good-fellowship prevailing
in the old house. Irene, too, was think
ing; glimpses of her own butlered
home, and then this background of
primal simplicity, where the old cow
man cooked the meals and the famous
specialist set the plates on the bare
board table, and then back of It all her
mother, sedate and correct, and very
much shocked over this mingling of
the classes.
"Well, you youngsters must have this
country pretty well explored," said
Doctor Hardy, as they entered the
house, "Where was it today the
prairies, the foothills or the real fel-
Va'nyon up the river," said
iwing off her sweater. "What's
Gee I I'm hungry I Getting
u (i
ky twin Myr w
the old rancher, "not wlshln' lilra any
harm, or you, neither. We was jus
talUin' it over, an' your father thinks
he's spry enough for the road again
Ain't ever goiu' to be like it used to be
after he's gone, an' you."
"We'll be sorry to go," said the doc-
tor. "That's what I've been saying all
day, and thinking, too. If misfortune
can be lucky, ours was one of that
kind. I don't know when I've enjoyed
a holiday so much. What do you say
girl?" he asked, as he rested an arm
on her round, firm shoulder and looked
with fatherly fondness into the fine
brown o her face.
"I've never kfftfffri'anythlng like it,'
she answered. "It's wonderful. It's
life." Then with a sudden little scream
she exclaimed : "Oh, daddy, why can't
you sell your practice and buy i
ranch? Wouldn't thnt be wonderful?
"Your mother might not see It that
way," he replied and her eyes fell
Yes. that was the obstacle. She
would have to go back to the city and
talk by rule, and dress by rule, and
behave by rule, and be correct.
"It's been a good time," the doctor
continued, when they had commenced
supper, "but I've already overstayed
my holiday. I feel I can travel now,
and my leg will be pretty strong by
the time I am back east. If Dave will
oblige us by going to town tomorrow
and bringing back some one who can
drive a car, we will be able to start
the following morning. I will just take
the car to town, and either sell it there
or ship it."
The following morning found Dave
early on the trail, leading a saddled
horse by his side. The hours were
leaden for the girl all that day and,
looking into the future, she saw the
specter of her life shadowed down the
years by an unutterable loneliness.
How could she ever drop it all all
this wild freedom, this boundless
health, this great outdoors, this life,
life how could she drop it all and go
back Into the little circle where con
vention fenced out the tiniest alien
streamlet, although the circle Itself
might lie ' deepin wre? And how
would she give up .this boy who had
grown so Imperceptibly but so inti
mately into the very soul of her being
give him up with all his strength and
virility and, yes, and coarseness, if you
will, but sincerity, too an essential
man, as God made him in exchange
for a machine-made counterfeit with
the stamp of Society? Deeply did she
ponder these questions, and as the day
wore on she found herself possessed
of a steadily growing determination
that 6he would not follow the beaten
trail, let the by-paths lead where they
Darkness, save for a white moon,
had settled over the foothills when the
boy returned with another young man.
The stranger ate a ravenous supper,
but was not too occupied to essay con
versation with Irene. He chose to call
her cook.
"Swell pancakes, cook," was his
opening remark. "Can you find an
other for yours truly?"
She refilled his plate without an
swer. "Used to know a girl mighty like
you," he went on. "Waitress in the
Royal Edward. Gee! but she was
swell! A pippin! Class? Say, she
had 'em all guessing. Had me guessing
myself for a while. But just for a
while." Ha voiced these remarks with
on air of Intense self-approval more
offensive than the words.
Irene felt the color rise about her
neck and cheeks and run like an over
flowing stream into her ears and about
her hair. It was evident that, for a
second time, Dave had chosen to say
nothing to strangers about her pres
ence at the ranch. Her father and Mr.
Elden were in Dave's room ; Dave had
stopped eating, and she saw the veins
rising in his clenr-hed fists. But the
challenge was to her, and she would
accept It; she felt no need of his pro
tection. "Fill your stomach," she said, pass
ing more pancakes; "your head is
He attempted a laugh, but the meal
was finished in silence. The stranger
lit a cigarette and Irene went to the
door with Dave.
"Come for a walk," he whispered.
"The horses are tired, so let's walk.
. . . It's our last chance."
She ran for her sweater and rejoined
him in a moment. They walked in
silence down a path through the fra
grant trees, but Dave turned from time
to time to catch a glimpse of her face,
white and fine as ivory In the soft
light. He had much to say, but he was
tongue-tied under the spell of her
"You squelched him, all right," he
broke out, at length.
"Just in time, too, I think," she re
plied. "I was watching your hands."
He smiled a quiet but very confident
smile. "Iteenle," he said, "that fellow
makes me sick. All the way out he
talked about girls. He's a city chap
an' wears a white collar, but he ain't
fit to speak your name. Another min
ute an' I'd 'a' had 'im by the neck."
He seized a spruce limb that stuck
across their path. It was the size of a
stout stick, but he snapped it with a
His neck," he said, between his teeth,
"Jus' like that."
They reached nn open space. Some
thing black or was it rod? lay on
the ground. Dave bent over It a mo
ment, then looked up to her white,
clear face, white iwd clearer tli.ui ever
since witnessing the strength of his
hate. '
"It's a calf," he said, ns calmly as he
could, "naif ct up. Wolves, I guess."
"The poor, poor thing 1" she breath
ed. "The poor, Innocent thing! Why
did it have to die?"
"It's always the Innocent things at
suffers," he answered.
"Always the Innocent things," she
nwntril mechanically. "Always "
She sprang to her feet and faced hltu.
"Then .what about the Justice of
God?" she demanded.
"I don't know iiotliin' about the Jus
tice of God," he answered bitterly.
"All I know is the crittur "at can't
run gets caught."
There was a long pnu-o. "it doesn't
seem right," she said at length.
"It ain't right," he agreed. "Hut
mess it's life. I see it here on the
prairies with every livin' thing.
guess I was like that, some. I've been
caught. I guess a baby aint respon
sible for anything, is it? I ditln
nick mv father or my mother, did 1?
But I cot to bear it."
There was something near a break
in his voice on the hist words. She
felt she must speak.
"I think your father Is a wonderful
old man," she said, "and your mother
must have been wonderful, too. You
should be proud of theiu both."
"Reenle, do you mean that?" he de
manded. Ills eyes were looking
straight Into hers.
"Absolutely." she answered. "Ah
solutely I mean It."
"Then I'm goin' to say some more
things to you," he went on rapidly
"Things 'at I didn't know whether to
say or not, but now they've got to be
said, whatever happens. Iteenle,
haven't ever been to school or learned
lots of things I should 'a' learned, but
I ain't a fool, neither. I didn't learn
to break all those bottles In a day
Well, I can learn other things, too,
an' I will, If only It will take me
across. I'm goin' to leave this old
ranch, some way, jus' as soon as It
can be arranged. I'm goin' to town
an' work. I'm strong; I can get pretty
good wages. I've been thlnkln' It all
over, an was ar-kln' some questions
in town today. I can work days an'
go to school nights. An' I'll do it If
it'll get me across. You know what 1
mean. I ain't askln' no pledges, Ree
nle, bat what's the chance? I know 1
don't talk right, and I don't eat right
you tried not to notice but you couldn't
help but, Reenle, I think right, an' I
guess with a girl like you that counts
more than eatln' and talldn'."
She had thought she could say yes
or no to any question he could ask,
but as he poured forth these plain,
passionate words she found herself
enveloped In a flame that found no ex
pression in speech, hhe nau no
words. She was glad when he went
on :
"I know I'm only a boy an' you're
only a girl. That's why I don't ask
no pledge. I leave you free, only I
want you to stay free until I have
my chance. Will you promise that?"
She tried to pull herself together.
"You know I've had a good time with
you, Dave," she said, "and I've gone
with you everywhere, like I would not
have gone with any other boy I ever
knew, and I've talked and let you talk
about things I never talked about be
fore, and I believe you're true and
clean and and "
"Yes," he said. "What's your an
"I know you're true and clean," she
repeated. "Come to me like that
when I'm a woman and you're a man,
and then then we'll know."
He was tall and straight, and his
shadow fell across her face, as fhoueh
I Oftr
"Reenle," H Said, "Kiss Me."
even the moon must not see. "Itee
nie." he said, "kiss me."
For one moment she thought of her
mother. She knew she stood at the
parting of the ways; that all life for
her was being molded In that moment.
Then she put both arms uhout his
neck and drew his Hps to hers.
Dave goes to town to seek
his fortune.
It's the Calm Ones Who Get Fat
"Bo you married that Mi.s3 Meek.
I remember her well, a quiet, Ehrink
ing sort of girl."
"Nothing shrinking about her; she's
amM I niiHlU-1,1
Scout Naturalist Advises
Boys Not to Limit Walks
to Roads and Beaten Paths
Do not limit your winter walks to
the roads and the beaten jiiiUm."
vises IMwnrd F. Hlgelow. the ut
,rllst. in Hoys' Life. "That n.ny
bo necessary In the marshland of ti e
summer, but when the freezing wfiitli
er bus been prolonged take to the
swamps. Hot be nuviul. Kvcn the cold
est weather sometimes- leaves trench places In the underbrush '
other sheltered spols. Sometimes the
frost Is onlv superficial even when ice
on tlie open p.'U.N Is thick. A little
good, plain common sense will ills
cover the rH lies mid avoid the danger.
One never can see the best parts of
n I. rook bank from the opposite bmili.
Thev must be -seen from the middle
of the si ream. I never thoroughly
realized that until I started "lit with
camera and nibber boots so that I
could safely go into "ier about a
foot and a half or two feet In depth.
The ice fringes, the ornate palace,
the wonderful recesses, I be strings of
Jewels, the falrvhmd eaves ale all be
yond our most vivid dreams. 1 cannot
sutllcleiitly emphasize this, because I
know that there are scouts who will
not believe, no inatlcr bow often I
reiterate. I did not believe It myself
until I tried It, and the trial wa.s al
most by chance. Hut when I discover
this foreign fairyland, 1 hold It In my
possession and frequently explore It.
Thero are many puzzle In that Icy
region. One cannot even Imagine how
some of those formations) could have
been made, but some of them may be
puzzled out, and solving the problem
Is always entertaining ami nioio w
than finding the answer to word rid
dles. Things are more Interesting than
Jf v
Contrary Statement
"That was a paradoxical report our
doctor made about the typhoid In the
"What wns It?"
"That It was the well water which
made us sick."
False Notes In the Harmony.
loung woman
(scor n f u 1 1 y)
Life Is one grand,
sweet song.
Old Imeli (dole
fully) Yes, but
some of us have
very poor voleea.
A Sad Materialist.
"Y'our favorite musical Instrument
Is the ukulele?"
"Yes," replied Mr, Curnrox. "It
doesn't make much noise ut best; and
when you get tired of listening to It
you can demolish it without anything
like the expense that would attach to
smashing a grand piano or u good vio
lin." Fatal Defect.
"Why did you dismiss Henry, a
fine steady fellow, sure to make a
good husband?"
"1 es, I know all that, but bow
could I be happy with a man who
pronounces garage io rbvm; with car
riage?" Fatal Mistake.
"How was it von didn't keep that
splendid cook of yours?"
"Unfortunately, 1 Invited nn old mil
lionaire to dine with us."
His Preference.
"It Is queer our
lawyer friend Is
so fond of dogs."
"Why Is It
"Y o u would
suppose his pref
erence was for
something more
in the fee - Hue
Like From Like.
"An amateur detective I know gave
his wife for a present a magnificent
cat's-eye ring."
"I suppose he earned that cat's eye
by pussy-footing."
Each Chinese Syllable Has
an Average of 105 Meanings
The Chinese language, before the
attempt was made to give China a
national writing In what Is now
known as the Cbu Yin Tzu-Mu, was
entirely made up of monosyllables,
there being 420 In nil In the official
Pekingese dialect. The Imperial dic
tionary, still the standard, although
it Is two centuries old, contains 44,449
words. Each Chinese syllable has' an
average of 105 meanings. They are
distinguished by the slight difference
of pronunciation and by Hie assocl-.
atlon of one word with the one next
to It. Each of the 105 variations of
the same monosyllable Is an entirely
ulsuncl worn to the Chinese. Each
has an Ideograph which bears no sug
gestion of the 104.
Must Have Good Tools.
As long ago as the time of the envo
dweller, prehistoric man learned that
the best arrow or spear wa.s tipped
with the best piece of flint. In brief
to do good work you must have good
tools. In the terms of today this
rttith ttat fbr, rvr.,.fl, ,-. "m-mu.
Winter in the Alps Is
Always White
" ..i.jiiiw'aM.'w
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Vltl NnwM 1 """ , .-....-y,,, uww.y.n.mie iimih..W nmm'Hj
An Interesting picture from Switzerland, the land ot perpetual eno, ore
the dearly loved sports of coasting, skiing and skating are winter delight
unexcelled. This photo was taken at Murren. It shows two merry par.
tlclpants In the sport, ready for a "go" on thsir contrivances, ridden somewhat
like a bicycle, excrpt for the runners, which take the place of wheels.
The American
Qioctaw Indiao Chosen by French
Sculptor for Statue ol
"American Fighting Man
A Choctaw Indian, tlt W, leader
of Oklahoma, has been chosen by an
eminent French seulptor as model for
his statue of "the Amerlemi lighting
man." A brief return of Lender's
service In France amply warrants his
designation as n "(Irst class lighting
man" and bis unmixed American blood
Justifies bis M-tecou ns a typical
There can be no ipn-t Imi of Amer
ica's pride In b'r aborigines, says the
Cleveland I'biln Ihiiler. The Indian,
who was cordially tinted by the pi
oneers and shamefully despoiled and
exploited by tin- wicceors nf the pi
oneers, has become In t 1m present ijeii
eratlon a popular, honored ami Justly
respected citizen, lie has proved his
merit. Since the while man has ren-ed
to accelerate his deterioration lite In
dian has ceased to be a "vanishing
nice." lie has become an assertive
cltlz'-n, standing on his own feet nnd
miiKlrig bis own way. And when
there was war the Indian of today
fought with all the courage uml grim
determination of Ids painted ancestors.
The French sculptor made a wise
choice when he selected Private lend
er as his type hpeehiifii of the Amer
ican soldier. It Is a fitting tribute to
the red Americans who foulii no vull
untly for white civilization and no
white American will begrudge the
470,034 Boy Scouts Raised
$354,180,687 in U. S. Bonds
The I!oy Scouts of America )mH
grown to a total mi-mlioislilp of
I70,0.'!l since its ornniilation nine
years ago, according to n renort Is
sued recently. Of this number, 1 l.SlHl
are smut masters and 17, .').'! I nsslsf
mils, while of the (III.II.M troop c,,i,inlt
teemen and local council tuciubers nil
hut L'.'O are unpaid volunteers. 'p.
scouts obtained 2,:i i:i,l'.)7 .subscriptions
In the II vo Liberty lomi campaigns,
amounting to .?:!.rrl,1.HO,(;H7, and war
savings stamps amount lug to more
limn ?,rA0O0,O(O. Nearly 100,000
scouts were awarded medals by the
treasury department for their work.
Originality Is nothing more
than doing somelhlng which ho
far no one has thought of try
ing to do.
There's nobody quite ho busy
as the man who doesn't wunt
to do something else.
If everybody did bis best
there'd be more men at the top
and fewer at (he middle or the
hoi loin of the ladder.
It takes only about throe
weeks for n woman to learn to
hate the bonnet she fell In lovo
with at first Bight.
The Helm.
Our helm l3 given up to n better
guidance than our own ; the course of
events is quite too strong for nny
helmsman, and our little wherry Is
taken In tow by tho ship of the Krent
Asia Minor Skinless Fruit
Has Pit and Edible Kernel;
It Is Both iVut and Peach
The connecting link between the
swiM-t almond and tho hitter kerni't of
the pencil pit found In the nut peitrh
of thi IVrslnt gulf nitil Tlgro Fa
phrnte nlli-y (tiurhnpcrnila), uld In
many Artierlmn i-ltbn by foreign fruit
Importers. This romblnntloit of t
luscious frail and rholr nut In one li
Utihue w ith single eireptlott nn tim
ber colored plum of tin Catplnn re
gion which tins an almond like kernel.
The nut peach differs from the ordi
nary i-in'b In thnt It bus no skin; the
turfac N WMllIko with beautiful rsl
tints which mum n striking rewtn
blance to R confection. You do not
peel It any more Hum you would ms?I
h straw berry. It Is ery fragrant,
larlif theory, according to the
Scientific American, thnt the common
pench Is n descendant of the almond
finds substantlntlotl In the nut p-n'h,
though the rcielitUt probably bud no
knowledge of the Intermediary fruit.
The rough shell which lucnsen the
ordinary bitter pench kernel tins littls
resenildnnce to Ibe cooipanitK i-ly
Miiooih. light nlinoiid shell; hut It ll
M'.Id Unit wily Levantine nlmond er
porters sometimes ndulterate their
almond shipments with pench stones,
the ridges of which have been worn
smooth ,y friction. The pit of the nut
pench resemble ibat of tho eoniiuort
IH'nch. It Is large, rough, nlmosi at
hard to crack ns a black walnut and
Is "free" that !, drops out when
the fnilt Is halved.
Flower Fields of Thibet
Are Regular Paradise for
Bees, Birds and Students
Over great undulating slopes In
Thibet nre f prond whole llelds of Mow
ers. There are miles of purple and
blue monkshood, thousands of the
great yellow mountain poppy, anil
everywhere bright patched of eolor. It
Is a regular paradise for bees, bird
nnd boliinl.sls. The general public
knows little of the region, and fvr
travelers even have had Ibe time,
money, energy and courage which are
the necessary companions of one who
would reach Hid "roof of the world."
Specimens are collected ami dried
In presses for botanists. The marshy
banks of Hlreams are searched for
flowery gems, nnd Htuoolh, grassy
slopes lire scrutinized, every rocky
ledge being viewed with hopeful eye.
The specimens collected nro given
or Kold to botanical collections, and
the seeds to those who had subscribed
to tho expedition, nnd In due course
tho little strangers from fur-olT lands
begin to beautify our own gardens.
Deep Voices Require More
Force Than the Sopranos
Hellcnlo scientific measurement
lmvo proved that contralto, hnrytone,
nnd bass singers uso far more force
than soprano and tenor singers need.
The explanation Is Hint tho lower
tones leave it wider space between
tho vocal cords nnd require more
vibration of the membranes, more air,
nnd much more force. It Is said (hit
thnt Is (he reason a woman can out
talk a man. Ho has to use from
seven to sixteen times as much bing
power In uttering his deeper-toned
Incubators 1,000 Years Old.
A book written more than 1fiW
years ago mentions two breeds of poul
try still being raised In Oblnn, whll,