Illi noia Valley News, Thursday, September 26, 1940
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Bowie was nonplused. But Carme­
lita gave him no time to decide
what he ought to do. She wriggled
with all her strength—and this was
surprising for her size—almost out
of his arms and, when she failed to
free herself, looked up at him with
such a mute pleading in her burning
eyes that he felt sure it must be all
right Half laughing, he eased her
down into Monica’s arms.
At this the smaller sister set up
such a commotion that Pardaloe re­
leased her likewise and with her
short fat legs, not noticeably stiff­
ened by her long ride, she dashed to
Monica.
"Seems like they knowed her,”
observed Pardaloe a« the three
watched the animated scene.
Bowie sat perplexed. “If we could
understand their lingo,” he said.
“This woman certainly does know
them, and they know her. And
she’s an Indian. She must be their
nurse—belongs to their family, any­
way. Talk to her, Simmie.”
But Simmie’s efforts to make the
woman understand his Creek or
Seminole were as fruitless as the ef-
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ica walking fast, the party rode
Bowie caught the implication.
NINTH & MADISON, SEATTLE
south for more than two hours.
“Then as a Spaniard you, too, have
Comfortable Modern Room*
Don Alfredo, wealthy. Spanish owner
Night had now fallen. There was felt the tyranny of the Mexican gov­ Word Jugglers
Dally SI 25
Weekly S6 Up
of a Southern California rancho, refuse«
no moon, but the stars were out ernment. May I give you a confi­
to heed several warnings of a raid by a
Ely Culbertson: "A dream of a Coffee Shop
Dining Room
band of outlaw. Sierra Indiana. One day
The horses, as well as Monica, dence?”
Prince Charming often stands be­
after he has Anally decided to seek the
"It
involves
no
crime
or
wrong
­
seemed to know the trail and at
tween a man and a woman; an ideal
protection of the nearby mission for hi*
length brought within sight a group doing?”
wife and family, the Indians strike.
yardstick a woman picks up in her
Don Alfredo Is killed and his two young
“Certainly not”
of buildings, one of which was sur­
childhood and with which she clubs
daughter« are torn from the arms of the
"What is your name?”
mounted by a cross. Bowie under­
family's faithful maid, Monica, and are
her husband” . . . Jan Struther in
“
I
am
from
the
East,
Padre.
We
carried away to the hills. Padre Pas-
stood this, at least, and when the
her book, "Mrs. Miniver”: “You
qual. missionary friend of the family,
horsemen drew up Monica pounded are Tejanos.”
cannot successfully navigate the fu­
arrives at the ruin« of the ranch and
“Granted.”
for some time on the gate of the
learns the story of the raid from Mon­
ture unless you keep always framed
ica. After a trying and difficult trip
“So we are worse than American­ beside it a small clear image of the
stockade that enclosed the place, but
across the plains and mountains from
os And we are now helpless. We past” . . . R. Roelofs Jr.'s: "A
without results.
Texas to California, youthful Henry Bow­
ie, a Texas adventurer, with his friends.
She then bethought herself of a used our slender stock of ammuni­ straight line is the shortest distance
Ben Pardaloe and Simmle. an Indian
high bellhandle at the side of the tion in that fight with the Indians." between two points but it hasn't any
scout, sight the party of Indians who
“But you say, worse than Ameri- interesting angles” . . . Suggestions
gate, at which she tugged vigorous­
have carried off the two little girls.
With great cunning and accurate tim­
ly. A man appeared and, opening a canos—how so?”
for a Hitler's office wall from Time
ing the three Texans attack the war
“Padre, do you remember the Al- and Your Life:
popphnla, »sir Ad question«
Mniyi-
“Neighbors can Moil developed and 10 prints Xc. lflKeprlnuXe.
p.. t, *1 Mtjr-add IfidiaAS aad toiuUfh a
clever ruse scatter the savages to the
.
OOOEN. UTAH
ca seemed known, for when she had amo?”
make friends but only enemies can REX PHOTO
hills. The girls are saved but are still
in
mo-
The
priest
knit
his
brow
explained
her
presence
and
argued
make
allies
”
.
,
.
"A
man
may
build
thoroughly frightened.
long and convincingly the big gate mentary perplexity. "I do remem­ himself a throne of bayonets, but he
was swung reluctantly open and the ber it."
cannot sit on it.”
CHAPTER IV—Continued
"Then well may Texans!" said
party rode in. The gate was closed
Bowie
gravely.
"My
scout
Ben
Par
­
and the man disappeared. After fur­
Story Tellers
The result was magical. The rig­
ther waiting a light appeared at a daloe, lost his uncle in that damna­
A letter from a Britisher to his
By RUTH WYETH SPEARS
id, fear-bound expression of the
window within the residence of the ble massacre by Santa Ana's Mexi­
child's features brightened instantly
padres, and presently one of them cans. Few are the Texans who can­ small son refugee-ed to the States QCHOOL again, and this sketch
to one of understanding. The suspi­
not count a friend or relative mur­ will break the hearts of those who
shows a quiet study corner for
opened a door.
cious eyes softened. This gesture
read it. In Good Housekeeping . . . one girl. It is all very gay in
Handing the girls to Monica, Bow­ dered there.”
was at least one she could compre­
“That," argued the priest pacifi­ The price of trying to be a good tones of golden yellow and green
ie and Pardaloe dismounted, Sim­
hend.
A timid smile gradually
American is listed by Dale Kramer and was made almost entirely of
mie taking the horses. The two men cally, "was some time ago. There is
spread over her face.
in "The American Fascists” (Harp­ things already on hand—even
followed Monica and her charges as peace now.”
“I believe she understands,
His visitor nodded. "Not for long, er’s). He cites the shameful figures down to the hooked rug.
the padre led them along a dark pas­
Bowie.
The hanging book shelf doesn’t
I
fear.
Padre. There will be more that in New York only 106 Fascists
sageway On one side of it he paused
She allowed him to put the cup to
at an open door and bowed the vis­ fighting." predicted Bowie almost were prosecuted in 1939—against 127 really hang at all. It is made of a
her lips, drank lightly but grateful­
who were fighting them! . . . Many box screwed to the wall, and if
itors into a commodious room mea- casually.
ly, looking up at him wonderingly
“What brings you to California, mags are now covering the muddy you never thought of slip-covering
gerly furnished and lighted by two
between swallows. Her thirst was
ground of dictator stooges in the a book shelf, here is proof of how
candles standing on a small oval my son?"
apparent. Then she spoke to her
U. S. and others on the bund-wagon. smart one will look, especially if
table in the middle of the room.
“
That
is
not
my
personal
secret,
sister as Bowie supposed her to be.
Most of the data isn't new, but it
or
I
would
willingly
tell
you.
But
I
Motioning
his
callers
to
seats,
the
With her cruelly stiffened arm she
must never stop being news, The
padre, dark featured, tall and spare, am treading here on delicate
offered the water to her. The little
best way to put them on the spot
looked
to
Monica
for
explanation.
ground.
I
cannot
risk
going
to
San
one, drinking ravenously, finished
is to put them in the spotlight.
Diego.
I
had
an
American
With
expressive
gestures
and
in
a
friend
the cup. Simmie ran to the stream
few
words
Monica
told
her
story,
who
was
starved
to
death
in
prison
and refilled it, and the two girls
pointing at times to Bowie and indi­ there not so long ago by a Mexi- Headliners
emptied a second cupful. They tast­
Bob Hope's eyebrow-lifter: "Mo­
cating again the little girls who can wretch, the governor.”
ed sparingly of the venison, but they
tion pictures haven't developed a
dong to her as if afraid she might
"You mean Echeandia?”
ate, and afterward the two pitiful
escape them.
Bowie nodded. "Even if I were comedian” . . . What about a feller
refugees rode with the formidably
The padre listened gravely, fol­ inclined to trust him I would not named Cholly Chaplin? . . . Dorothy
bearded Texans down the long
remarkable
remark:
lowing with his eyes the recital of go. There might be fighting. Some- Lamour's
reaches of the foothill slopes.
"Men are not all alike” . . . Except,
the Indian woman. -When she had
After three days of riding they
she means, when they're alone with
finished he asked a few questions
stumbled on a thing that gave them
a gel in a keh . . . Cary Grant's
and turned his gaze across the sput­
cheer; they pulled up their horses
tering candles to Bowie.
grunt:
"I get mad when people
before a traveled way under their
stare at me when I eat” . . . Lissen,
“No habla español?” he asked,
feet—a plainly marked trail that
Cary. When people lose their inter­ it is matched with a chair covered
adding in very difficult English,
ran almost at right angles to the di­
est in actors—actors invariably stop in the same material. The legs
"You do speak nothing Spanish. I
rection in which they were riding
eating.
speak poco English. I understand
Though It was winding along the
of the chair are painted green and
a few. Monica tell me how you
plain, across desert and over hills,
so is the old kitchen table which
come to Los Alamos with these her­
Memos of a Girl Friday
this was, quite unknown to them,
has now become a desk. The yel­
manas.
Where from you come?
the highway of the king, linking,
Rudy Vallee and Francisca Sims, low tone is repeated in the blotter
How you have the children? Who you
up and down the stretches of the
'T believe she understands,” said
the Conover beauty, are more than and an old brass lamp and other
are?”
coast, the missions that had brought
Bowie.
a telephone conversation,
Tells desk things carry out the green
He spoke very slowly. Bowie re­
to California authentic Christianity.
chums
they
may
marry.
and yellow color scheme. A shelf
i
They debated as to which way forts to make the girls understand sponded with more energy. The pad­
like this one would be attractive in
re, with a smile, raised his hand.
they should turn—north or south. English had been.
The Treasury Dept, and tax men almost any room, even the bath­
He tried his sign language. It "Please! Slow!”
It was a question only to be an­
have a wonderful stunt to trap tax room or the kitchen. This box was
swered by another: Where were was a passport with any tribe east
Bowie nodded. “We are Téjanos,
evaders who gamble heavily at the so rough that the oil cloth lining
not
here.
of
the
Sierras,
but
they? None of the three had the
Padre—cannot speak Spanish. We
tracks and who report not being was necessary. A box of smooth
With all three chattering at the took these girls from Indians—a war
vaguest idea. Bowie knew he want­
able to pay . . . Those suspected wood could be painted inside.
a a a
ed to get to Monterey—that was all. same time, Monica took the chil­ party in the Sierras. Do you know
have their photos taken by hidden
NOTE: One hundred sixty of these
Evidences of cultivated fields lay dren down to the river, washed their these youngsters?”
candid cameras (usually in back of
homemaking articles by Mrs. Spears
to the south, so for the south they faces vigorously with only sand for
The padre nodded fast "I know
a coat lapel).
have been printed in five booklets, each
soap, talking excitedly while this them much, much.”
headed.
32 pages. The stocking cat and doll on
shelf are in Book 3; directions (or the
Toward nightfall they found them­ went on. The men had dismounted,
Montes and Fernandez, the Rain­ the
Haltingly and brokenly he related
hook rug are in No. S; also descriptions
selves approaching something like a hobbled the horses and turned them to Bowie and his companions the
bow Room dancers, are delightful. of the other booklets. Booklets are !Oc
rancho, They quickened their pace, out on the grass that bordered the story of the raiding of Los Alamos
But they may bust up because she postpaid and should be requested direct
for thin streamers of smoke curled banks, and made ready to camp.
and the burning of the rancho. With
wants to continue at the Met Opera from Mrs. Spears. Send order to:
Simmie opened the reserves of little difficulty the Texan followed
vaguely from what might be a
House . . . Andy Anderson's moider
MRS. RUTH WYETH SPEARS
house, Their surprise and disap- venison. When Monica saw there and comprehended just how he and
yarn. "Kill One, Kill Two” which is
Drawer 10
pointment was cruel when, reaching was no salt she ran all the way to his men had chanced on the fleeing
going big. got his atmosphere writ­
Bedford Hills
New York
the crest of a rise, they saw in the the half-burned ranch house and re­ warriors and robbed them at least
ing it during his spare time at
Enclose 10 cents tor each book
turned
with
a
supply.
It
was
mixed
fading light that the smoke rose
“I appreciate all you say, Padre.”
of their human victims. It was
a rear desk in the Associated Press
ordered.
with ashes, but to the travelers it not the first time, the padre said
from the ruins of a habitation.
"morgue” . . . Willson Woodside's
Name ........................................................
The little charges, carried by was more welcome than gold.
sadly, that Spanish girls and wom­ one might be killed, for we would not story: About the two Italians meet­
Address ....................................................
She brought, too, earthenware en had been carried away by bad submit to detention. My business
Bowie and the long-legged Pardaloe,
ing on a street in Rome. "How are
had succumbed to the heat and fa­ cups and two loaves of badly Indians raiding the ranchos. And on the coast demands speed, Ex- you?” asked the first . . . “Better,
tigue of the long day's ride, and scorched bread for the strange men. rarely had rescue parties, however cuse us from that venture,"
Social Security
thank you.” said the other . . . “Bet­
“Then what is your wish?”
both were asleep on the breasts of It was ravenously dug into and rav­ expeditious or well equipped, been
Teacher—Now, boys, if Napoleon
ter-”’ said the first . . . "Yes,” was
enously
devoured
by
men
who
had
"Padre,
we
were
forced
to
kill
their rescuers. Between the adven­
able to recover the unhappy cap­
were still alive today, what do you
the retort, "better than next year!”
turers and ruins lay a river. Along tasted no bread for weeks.
tives if the raiders could reach the our horses when we were starving.
think he would be doing?
It was a happy supper for three high mountains first And, he added, These horses we ride were captured
the bed, almost dry, a slender
Smart Aleck — Drawing old-age
I suppose you know that Hitler is
stream trickled through margins of ragged, bearded and bronzed fron­ these thrice-unhappy victims of their from the savages. No doubt they
pension, sir.
said to have warned Mussolini not
tiersmen.
one
keen-visaged
and
bus
­
belong
to
the
ranchero
who
was
cress and rushes.
The horses
savagery had been made creatures
to sink any British ships in the Med­
stopped without invitation to slake tling Indian woman, and two deli­ to the chiefs—so it had been learned murdered. They should be returned
Man a Knot of Roots
iterranean that Hitler has sunk in
their thirst. Chaparral fringed the cately shy promises for California's from neophytes The southern In­ to his family—the trappings are val­
A man is a bundle of relations,
the
North
sea.
farther bank of the stream, and future womanhood. Monica seemed dians, he added, were even more uable. But we shall be left horse­
a knot of roots, whose flower and
from this thicket there came a sud­ to know even the horses. She talked warlike and ferocious than the tribes less. I have no money—what shall
fruitage is the world.—Emerson.
The
Ashland
drug
store
on
Madi
­
volubly to the children while she about the northern missions. These we do?”
den cry.
son
near
Thirty-second
street,
ac
­
It awoke the elder girl. She raised patted on the neck the horse Bowie wretches were Quemayas or Yu­
“What do you want to do, my
cording to a customer, has this sign
her head
Again a cry, almost a rode, Inspccting the saddle and mo- ntas. Both had been scourges of son?”
displayed above the soda counter:
chila,
her
voice
broke.
Her
eyes
shriek, came from the undergrowth.
“To leave your hospitable roof be­
their missions and settlers for sixty
' Roosevelt or Willkie. McNary or
The girl in Bowie's arms cried out fiBed. but she covertly brushed the years or more.
fore daybreak to continue our jour­
Wallace. Winchell or Bernie. May
in return. The bushes across the tears away lest the girls see them.
ney
north.
”
“And now," he asked in conclu­
the best man win. God Bless Amer­
After the repast Bowie engaged
river parted and a woman stood
"Where to?”
sion, raising his hands as he re­
ica!” , , . Understand Mr. Jolson's
Monica in a sign conversation forged
forth.
The
Texan
smiled
again.
“
Padre,
garded the orphans with a world of
Bowie had hardly time to inspect of sheer necessity. She slowly suc­ pity, "what shall be done? Monica,” I have not given you my name. Ex­ investment in his new hit "Hold On
her before his charges called again ceeded in getting him and his com­ he said in Spanish, "you know the cuse that I say only, I am bound To Your Hats” totals $82,000.
Read These Important Facts!
to the woman In a frenzy of joy. panions to comprehend that these ru­ quarters for the unmarried women. north.”
Quivering nerves can make you old, haggard,
Much
excitement
over
at
WMCA.
cranky —can make your life a nightmare of
ins to which she pointed with exces­
•'Monica! Monica!”
“As far as Mission San Francisco
Take the children and find lodging
jealousy, seif pity and “the blues.“
Seems that James Roosevelt's film,
The woman was a strange looking sive grief had been her home and for them and for yourself for the de Asis?”
Often such nervousness is due to female
"Pastor Hall,” opens at the Globe
functional disorders. So take famous Lydia
creature.
Her gaunt face was the home of these girls, whence they night. In the morning we shall see.”
“Probably.”
E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound to help
next
week,
and
Mrs.
Roosevelt,
his
framed by thin streams of dis­ had been stolen.
"Then I can help you.”
calm unstrung nerves and lessen functional
When the three had left the room
“irregularities.” For over 60 years r.lid­
In improvised mummery Bowie
ordered hair, falling on her shoul­
“But why should you help me. mama, had agreed to speak about it
giving Pinkham's Compound has helped U ns
the
padre
explained
to
Bowie
that
over that station between 8 and 8:30
Padre?”
ders. A scant gown covered her asked what he should do with the
of thousands of grandmothers, mothers and
he
could
not
speak
freely
before
the
daughters “in time of need.” Try U/
emaciated figure.
But when she children Monica made many ges­
“Because," he went on in broken . . . Couldn't be cleared, how’ever,
innocent victims of the savages or
heard the high, plaintive cry from tures, uttered and repeated one
English, “you have done an inesti- because the commercial at that time
disclose that these had murdered
the little girls she quivered. Her word. "San Diego! San Diego!"
mable charity to my dearest friends. is bought by Elliott Roosevelt! . . .
Kind Nature
Bowie shook his head in dissent. their father. He added that the None but a humane, an honorable, Recently we reported a group in the
outstretched arms flew up and
Nature is always kind enough to
mother was at San Diego at the
U.
S.
would
start
a
'
Hate
England!
”
“
No,
no.
San
Diego.
”
down. "Carmelita!" she screamed.
man would have endangered his life
give even her clouds a humorous
“But yes." urged Monica, adding, home of a relative and that her son. to rescue the helpless prisoners of campaign. Yesterday's Trib front­
"Terecita, is it you?” The hurried
lining.—James Russell Lowell.
brother
to
the
little
ones,
was
with
words in Spanish were not under­ "that is where their mother is."
these unhappy savages and now de­ paged: "Steuben Club to ’Expose'
her. He suggested that the Téjanos,
British
in
U.
S.
”
Bowie understood "San Diego. ’
stood by the greatly surprised Té­
part without asking or expecting
supplied with a guard of soldiers
janos. Now the little girl broke but the rest was Greek, and he re­
recompense.”
from
the
mission,
take
the
rescued
Is this suggestion for Britain's
into a volley of responses—her fused positively to go to San Diego.
Bowie laughed. "Padre, you for­
girls to San Diego in the morning
tongue was loosed. She spoke so “That,” said he to Monica—though
get Indians—mean Indians—wher­ counter-attacks on Berlin too terri-
to receive the thanks and gratitude
fast that Bowie laughed as he lis­ she understood not at all—“is where
ever and however found, are poison ble: "Brit'sh-kriegs"? . . . Veri-
well . . . The O'Keefe quote: "Will-
they like to lock up Tejanos and of their mother and relatives. to Texans.”
tened.
Help Them Cleans* the Blood
Where, he doubted not, a generous
starve them to death! No San Di­
The priest spoke on. “I forget kie thinks it is high time FDR be­
of Harmful Body U ante
reward
would
In
part
recompense
came a postage stamp!” brought
ego ”
CHAPTER V
Your kidney« are eonatantly fllterlnc
them for the dangers they had in- ' nothing, my son; I take nothing this phone call from Harriet G.
waate matter from the blood atream. But
His refusal she at last grasped.
curred in battling the savages and back. It is true." he added sadly, Walsh of Syracuse: "That," niftied
kidney« aometimea lag in their work—do
"Who are these men?" asked the Then with abundance of signs she
not art aa N'aturw intended—fail to re­
for the hardships incurred in re­ "the Philistines have despoiled ys, La Walsh, "might be the only way
mov* impunt.ru that, if retained, may
(
Indian woman looking suspiciously suggested a place nearer
as they have all the missions. They
storing the precious ones to their J
noi«on the ayatem and upaet th« whole
he can be licked!”
“Mision!" she exclaimed. "Mis-
at the horsemen
leave
us
nothing
they
can
sell
for
body machinery.
despairing family.
Symptom* may be narr’n« backache,
“I don't know," piped the little ion!" And pointed with much en­
money or put to their uses. A few
Bowie
listened
carefully.
He
liked
¡
pereiatent
headache, attack« of dimnma,
on*. "They brought us away from ergy and with a vigorous Anger
Man About Town: The Barbizon
horses remain to us in our poverty.
retting
up night*, «welling, puff.ntaa
the padre; he felt instinctively that ,
under
th«
eye«—a feeling of nervous
Many again and again to the south.
the bad Indians. Monica,
hotel «for women» was in a ditheroo
These I place at your disposal.”
aaiieiy and loss of pep and atrengtk.
Bowie watched her closely. About he could trust him; yet he felt, too,
wicked Indians are killed
' Where
“I will pay well for them. Padre, the other eve’g. Phone ops couldn't
Other
«¡cna
of kidney or bladder die-
order are sometimes burning, scanty or
all he could grasp was her emphatic the need of caution in all his move- ( when I have the means."
are my mother and father?"
op and omigoodness it was awful:
too frequent urination.
ments
and
contacts
in
California.
"Where is your sister. Carme­ earnestness. Her big hollow eyes
"You will pay nothing for them. The reason—Franchot Tone was in
The»* should be no doufct that prompt
"I appreciate all you say. Padre I ] I have made a poor face, true But the lobby calling for one of the
treatment la wtoer than neglect. Vae
lita’" the woman asked hysterically. flashed, and appeal filled her "oic*.
Doon a Pills. Doan*« have been winning
But
there
are
difficulties."
He talked with his men; neither
that Is only to explaih. Our best guests . . . Aida Alvarez, who did
"She is her* "
new friends for more than forty year*.
"Such as what, my son?”
They have a nation-wide reputation.
"Mother of Mercy,” sobbed the could imagine the meaning of "Mis­
horses are gone, but we still have a Spanish dances at La Conga, and M.
Art
recommended by grateful people the
"Let me ask a question: are you few homely, hardy beasts that will Rubin, the co-owner, will s«x>n wed
ion!” The situation was battling.
woman. "1 thank you "
country over. Ask your neighbor I
and
after
some
delay
Mexican
or
Spanish?
”
Bowie agreed
carry you safely—even these may be . . . Ethelyne Holt (she started a
The horses had taken th* water al­
The padre looked quizzically pillaged from us tomorrow. And I hat fad years ago after wearing a
lowed them. The Texan* rode tnto to accompany her to learn exactly
grave; he spoke with a twinkle in will give you a silent, trustworthy mannish fedora m a Camel ad>
the river, and Monica ran down to what she meant
The girls, needing much reassur­ his eye. "My son. Spanish priests Indian for a guide."
meet them; th* two girl*, crying
makes her operatic debut with Nino
"That would be wonderful.”
Martini in "La Boheme" on the thij-
hard, held out their arm* frantically ance from Monica, were taken up are not now supposed to be in Cali­
wnu - b
(TO BE CO\TlNi EDI
tieth in Puerto Rico.
i again by th* Texans, and. with Moo fornia missions."
to her.
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