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CHAPTER XV—Continued
was heard by the ears of a fron­
"Hit’s Deaf Peterson, Mort Got
Carmen seemed to him never to
BALL OF i
—15—
tiersman trained by many surprises any whisky? One o’ the boys ez got have looked so lovely—yet there was
CLOTH
The Texan was as good as his to catch unusual sounds.
a bad toothache—keepin’ us all anxiety in her eyes that she could
IN LOOP
Word. When Carmen rode up to
In the fewest possible moments a awake.”
not wholly conceal.
z HAIRPINS/
where he had halted, a look passed horseman, galloping up to the near­
"What boy?"
“Shall I confess?" she murmured.
between them that only they under- est table, threw himself from the
"Can't hear y’, Mort Got any “I haven't slept, and I have hardly
6?
stood.
saddle. The drooping head of the whisky? One o' the boys ez got a eaten since you left. Mother of God.
The three rode together. As they pony, his desperate panting, the bad toothachi keepin' us all— • ' a
MRS. RUTH WYETH SPEARS
what a relief to see you! You are
9 SQUARE OF
TOWELING-EYES AND'
Drawer IS
approached the river Carmen point­ froth that flecked his chest and
“What did you wake me up for?” sure you are not wounded?”
NOSE
BLACK
Bedford Hill»
New York
ed. “Do you see those two cabins dropped from his muzzle, the nerv­
"No."
THREAD
demanded Blood sourly. With this
across the Melena?”
ous champing at the bit, all told the
Enclose 10 cent» tor Book 6.
HAIRPINSC
"Honestly?”
abusive retort he threw open the
Bowie looked. “I do see them. story of a grueling ride. The dis­
BIND
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door.
“HonesUy.”
What are they?”
mounted rider lifted his hat and
HANGERS I
Pedro
understood
then
why
Bowie
Address
“
Tell
me.
did
you
find
hing?
”
U
together
!
‘Two uninvited neighbors of ours looked, dismayed and inquiringly,
"Yes.”
—Americanos, who have settled among the revelers as if searching had taken the east door. The faint
'T'HREE wire coat hangers, two
"And what happened?”
there."
for someone. Bowie rose from hit rays of light already in the eastern
* old bath towels, some fine wire
sky
struck
Blood,
standing
barefoot
"But that is on the rancho.”
seat at the table.
“Nothing, or next to nothing."
Progressive Indians
hair pins and needle and thread
"Pedro!” he called, raising hl» in shirt and trousers, pistol in belt
"They seem to think our rancho
'Tell me everything, everything." made this cunning woolly lamb.
and
knife
in
scabbard.
is theirs. They are what you call hand.
“Simmie and Pedró went with
Between the years 1841 and 1852,
Bowie, facing west, stood with his me. We surprised him, and he is All the directions are in the sketch.
squatters."
“Senor Bowie!" exclaimed the va-
the Cherokee Indians living in and
The
wire
hangers
are
bent
and
face
in
shadow.
He
had
neither
"They should be driven off. Does quero with relief. "Please! Will
now jailed at Monterey on a charge bound together with hair pins to around Tahlequah, Indian territo­
you speak with me?” The vaquero pistol nor knife on his person. For of murder."
Don Ramon know?”
make the foundation. A ball of ry, now a part of Oklahoma, es­
“He has been across there to see walked rapidly beyond earshot of what he meant to do, either might
“But where do you come from?” soft cloth is fastened inside the tablished a national newspaper, a
prove
his
undoing.
Simmie
and
Pe
­
them. One of them is your old the tables, the Texan following him.
“From Monterey. I rode over loop that forms the head, and is Niasonic lodge, male and female
“What is it, Pedro?” asked Bow­ dro had ample coverage if needed.
friend, Captain Blood. He pointed a
with hm.”
covered with a square of the towel­ seminaries that taught three for­
rifle at Don Ramon
—
Like the spring of a mountain lion,
and told him to ie. “What has happened?"
She drew a deep breath. “If I ing bound and sewn as shown. The eign languages, French, Greek and
"Senor
Bowie
—
Sanchez!
”
get off his property or he would
Bowie came down on the squatter,
told you how happy I am to see you rest of the body is all padded and Latin, and three temperance or­
"What about him?"
shoot him. And said, incidentally,
pinning both his arms at his sides.
back, unharmed, you wouldn't be­ shaped by winding and sewing four ganizations, one of which was
"He has been murdered."
there were too many greasers in
In vain Blood tried to get his right
lieve me!” They were looking inch strips of the toweling, as called the Cherokee Cold Water
this country, anyway."
hand on the grip of the pistol in
Army.—Collier’s.
straight into each other’s eyes. Per­ shown.
ClIAPTER XVI
his trouser band. Raging, he strug­
Carmen spoke in the calm tone
haps it was too intense. She took
gled with his left hand to reach
most calculated to arouse the anger
her eyes from his, looked down and
“Who killed him?”
the haft of his knife. But he was
of an honest man.
resumed more calmly. “We are
Pedro,
under
his
Indian
restraint,
held
in
a
loop
of
iron
muscles
capa
­
Bowie exploded. He swore sav­
Be the envy of your friends with this gorgeous
breaking camp tomorrow morning. I
flamed.
"That
Americano,
El
Cap
­
ble of cracking his ribs.
agely in English.
told
our
guests
we
should
have
to
STERLING
SILVER RING
itan Blood.”
Blood bit and gouged in his in­
“I don’t understand,” said Car­
"Is that bushwacker abroad sane way until Bowie delivered a go home. They wouldn’t stay after
and
save
money
men innocently, though she had a
us—so we are all for home tomor­
again? How did it happen, Pedro?”
looks
like
a
ma!
diamond
pretty correct idea of his language.
row. And the men are trying to de­
snapped Bowie.
“If Don Ramon allowed that ..."
cide what can be done with the
This beautiful ring is Solid Sterling Silver (not
"This afternoon Sanchez, with his
blurted out Bowie.
plated). It is set with a large white, brilliant-cut
squatters. They are everywhere."
nephew Felix, was over across the
etone that looks like a diamond. Two smaller
“He was unarmed. And he didn't river, looking for some stray cows.
"The best thing to do with ’em
Btones on either side with heart motif give you
want to get killed.”
While Felix worked along the Mele­
would be to hang ’em all."
pride and pleasure in wearing this distinctive ring
“But somebody’s got to do some­ na, Blood saw Sanchez on the hill,
“Are you serious?”
that goes with any costume for any occasion.
thing. These scoundrels will gob­ rode up to him and ordered him off
“Quite. They’re not bona fide set­
Just eend 50c and two labels from Van Camp’s
ble the whole rancho piecemeal.”
his land—you know, senor.”
tlers.
They’re bushwackers and
Products with this order blank.
Carmen sighed. “Discouraging for
"I know. Go on!” snapped Bowie.
bums, here to steal what land they
the poor Spaniards," she said re­
TEAR
OUT
AND
MAIL THIS ORDER BLANK, TODAY
"Sanchez told him it was not his
can and sell it to the real settlers
signedly. “But the good God will land but that he wanted no quarrel
when they come—and that won’t be
Van Camp's Ina
do something for us. We are go­ with him and rode away. Before
AHO two
long now either.”
Dept. W, Bo, No. 144. New York, N. Y.
ing too far, señor; let's turn this way Sanchez had gone fifty yards Blood
VAN CAMS'»
Enclosed are SO cents and two labels from delicious
“They are calling the last dance.
LABELS
to the valley. Does Guadalupe look drew his rifle and fired at him. The
Van Camp's Products. Please send me the lovely Solid
But you are too tired?”
i
very different to you from what it j bullet struck Sanchez in the back.
Sterling Silver Ring as illustrated.
“
Not
tired,
but
you
know
I
’
m
a
used to?”
I He fell from his pony.”
NAME___
poor dancer."
At dinner th* talk turned on the
"Did he die right away?”
ADORESS
l
She laughed.
“You dance well
squatter problem already seriously
"He died before we got him
an.
-STATE.
enough. Shall we try it? Oh. there’s
agitating the owners of the ranchos the house. Felix had ridden out
a young don coming my way. Don’t
about the bay region. The scum the swamp when Blood rode up
RING SIZE SCALE
let him carry me off!”
of camp followers, always ready to Sanchez. He heard the talk and
SIZES, Oll 141*7»» IO MU
A
move and emboldened by Fremont's saw the shot fired. Blood turned on
Bowie led her out He was wei­
Wrap around tingar and chock your tizo
invasion, had spread over the land him and swore he would kill him,
corned by the couples in the set,
like noxious insects, devouring all too, if he ever caught him that side
and under the inspiration of the
in their path.
of the river again. So Felix loaded
scene he threw himself into the
Knowing Adversity
Your Opinion
But Carmen’s heart was set on Sanchez on his own pony and
steps. If he could not be called
I account it a part of unhappi­
Public opinion is a weak tyrant
the merienda, for the success of brought my friend home.” The stol­
graceful, he was at least energetic.
ness not to know adversity. I compared with our own private
which she was accountable, and id Indian’s voice broke.
To hear Carmen laugh when she judge you to be miserable because
opinion. What a man thinks of
next morning she had a long list of
“Get my horse. Pedro. Wait here
corrected a misstep, to watch the you have not been miserable.
things to be done in making ready for me. I will go back with you. Is
himself, that it is which deter­
play of her rich mouth, of her daz­
There is no one more unhappy mines, or rather indicates
for the picnic. Bowie was called on Simmie at the rancho?”
zling teeth and her red lips, to note
to such an extent that a more so­
than he who never felt adversity. fate.—Henry David Thoreau.
“He is, senor,"
the flash of her quick eye and the
phisticated man might have suspect­
Bowie walked slowly back to the
panting rise and fall of her full
"Who a There?”
ed she had sent for him chiefly to tables. The guests had risen. Pine
bosom when the dance was done
help her. The Texan, however, en­ torches were aflame and, fastened
joyed his work hugely and, having at convenient places, afforded light blow that stunned him. In that frac­ and she walked proudly away on his
wrung from Don Ramon the privi­ for the gamesters. They were play­ tion of a second Bowie, thrusting arm, would be enough to stagger
lege of supplying the wine, made ing Twenty-One. Carmen stood with his left leg upward, caught the the senses of a colder man than
a trip to Monterey for some import­ a group of ladies who were discuss­ squatter’s right arm under his knee. the Texan. If she would not mar­
ed vintages and for those delicacies ing her dinner. Approaching, Bow­ When this released his own left hand ry, as she had once told him, she
was certainly friendly.
procurable only along the shipping ie signaled to her. As she joined his Angers Aew at Blood's neck.
The entire household of Guada­
front.
Despite the rolling and writhing,
him she saw from his face that
Carmen was startled next day something was wrong. “What is the squatter was held in a vise that lupe were over next morning to pay
when two carretas were unloaded at it, Senor. Bowie?” she asked hur­ cut off his wind. Hovering close to the last tribute to the dead vaquero.
the ranch house. “Certainly,” she riedly.
the two men as they threshed about Padre Martinez said the funeral
said as she stood with Dona Maria
"I hate to tell you, señorita, but the Aoor, stood Pedro, alert to help. Mass, and fellow riders from the
and Bowie, watching the servants I must explain; yet 1 don’t want Simmie, with pistols in each Hhnd, rancho carried the unhappy Indian
carry in supplies, “you Americanos to spoil your party. Don't let any­ stood inside the door ready to shoot to his grave.
are wonderful."
At dinner that afternoon Dona Ma­
one know. Control yourself. San­ either way—to repel squatters if
"But please remember, señorita, chez has been murdered."
Blood's one frantic yell had been ria spoke out in no uncertain tones.
I am not an Americano. I am a
He went on with the story despite heard or to finish Blood himself. But
“Señor Bowie,” she said, address­
Tejano.
You said the merienda her horrified expression. She obeyed no squatters appeared.
ing him directly. "Don Ramon feels
would last three days. And there his caution so well that he mar­
The squatter, half choked, hoarse it isn't quite right to say what I'm
will be some good eaters among our veled at her restraint
and bloodshot, hair and beard wild, going to say, but I don’t care—and
guests. There won’t be much of all
“It would do no good to tell Don his shirt torn away in the scuffle, Carmen thinks just as I do, even if
these things left to carry home.”
Ramon or Dona Maria at this time— was quickly bound with rawhide she doesn't say so. I think that if
It is sometimes more fun to get do you understand, señorita?”
strips. It was light enough to make Rancho Guadalupe can be saved
ready for a trip than to make the
She reflected and sorrowfully as­ out faces. He burst into a torrent of from these marauders that are
trip. Carmen, with her assistants, sented. “I have spoiled this won­
profanity. "I’ll have the law on you threatening us on every hand, rob­
had a capital time getting ready for derful party for you. Carmen, only
for this, you greaser’s pig!” he bing us of horses and cattle every
her picnic. The weather favored because I felt I should tell you why
day and stealing our land, you are
shouted.
her, and the party set out from the I must leave. I am riding with Pe­
"Easy, Blood,” suggested Bowie, the only man that can save it. All
rancho in high spirits; indeed, with dro back to the rancho. You would
"If you want your we ask is to be allowed to die in
the family, the servants and the naturally want to know why, and I unconcerned.
coat
pick
it
up.
You're taking a peace in our own home—and with­
somehow
just
couldn
’
t
lie
to
you.
”
vaqueros loaded with hampers, and
out protection even that may be
ride.
”
“Señorita, it's those squatters, and
the two carretas, the string of
denied us. Tell us. Señor Bowie,
“What do you mean?” thundered
horses and riders looked like a cav­ Blood's the leader. With him to fol­
would you come back at any price
Then suddenly he
alcade. It was led by Señorita Car­ low, they are getting bolder and the squatter.
or on any terms to Guadalupe?
bolder.
If
they
can
shoot
down
Don
wrenched
furiously
at
the
thongs
on
men. attended this time by Bowie.
What can we do to coax you?”
As was befitting, they were early Ramon's vaqueros like this on his his wrists; but Pedro had tied too
Don Ramon was smoking calmly.
on the ground—among the first— rancho you may well ask. what many rawhide knots to feel uneasy
Carmen toyed with her fork and
next?
Blood
must
be
caught
before
over
his
efforts.
and a busy morning went to mak­
kept her eyes as closely glued on it
ing all ready and greeting new ar­ he can get away—as he will till
”1 mean you’re going to Monterey as if she were afraid it might get
rivals. Following the annual cus­ this thing blows over.”
for jailing with a charge of murder away.
But Dona Maria's eyes
She raised her eves. The light of
tom, the first dinner late in the day
against you.”
flashed with earnestness as she
the
campfire
struck
them,
flooding
was a gala affair before settling
made her plea.
down, ostensibly at least, to the their depths. “You will be careful?”
There was dancing that night at
she stammered.
Taken aback by the sudden on­
work of gathering strawberries.
the merienda. The camp was light­
“I am always careful."
slaught, Bowie sat for a moment
Don Ramon presided at the first
ed
by
bonflres
and
torch«»,
and
don*
“But this time very careful, »•-
silent. He soon felt he must say
table with his Dona and Señorita
and donas, old and young, were something but couldn’t make up his
as hostesses. Henry Bowie and a nor.”
“I will be.”
stepping to the music of guitars and mind what to say. “It wouldn't be
few special guests sat with them.
"I shall neither sleep nor rest till the snapping rhythm of castanets.
a question of terms. Dona Maria."
The dinner was featured by game
you come back.”
The light voices and the laughter he said at length. “But it would be
provided by Guadalupe vaqueros.
“I may have to take him to Mon-
Bowie complimented the hostess on
ringing through the pines, the soft hard for me to get away from Cap­
terey. There may be delays. Tell
tain Sutter. I should have to talk
it* variety.
Don Ramon in the morning—that beating of the guitars, the »erene with him before I could give a defi­
“1 was lucky," she confessed to
shadows
of
the
dancers
moving
will be time enough. Adios, Carme-
nite answer. I've told you. and I
him in an aside. "Sanchez brought Uta."
through the figures of quadrille and tell you again, that the happiest
in practically all of it—the venison
She could only utter “Adiós.”
minuet, and the scene lighted by the days of my life have been spent at
and elk and the quad and pigeons—
Pedro took a fresh pony, and the glare and glow of the scattered fires Guadalupe. I have an affection for
all in two days. Sanchez is the best ride back to the rancho was made
struck into Bowie's sensibilities as the rancho itself as well as for its
You can see and taste the "extras” in California oranges! The juice
hunter on the rancho.”
in good time. Bowie routed out
he neared the camp on his pony late household; I think you all know that.
Carmen was walking on air. Her Simmie.
is deeper in color—finer in flavor—richer in vitamins and minerals.
But I must think things out. I should
face reflected every emotion a hap­
If the darkest hour is just before in the evening. He was alone and,
They are the sttJltn Navels. Easy to peel, slice and seaion for
py hour could awaken; low bubbling the day. it was certainly dark when tethering his mount, he walked to like to stay down over Sunday, any­
fresh salads and desserts. Ideal to eat out of hand between meals or
way.”
laughter; natural color deepened by the ponies of Bowie, Simmie and the fringe of the spectators.
at bedtime.
pleasure and excitement; quips and Pedro splashed through the Melena
“Delightful. Señor,” exclaimed
It took some little time for him to
retorts rolling from a ready tongue; swamp and forded the river a mile
Those stamped Sunkist ’ on the skin are the finest from over
Carmen in relief. “Then Dona Ma­
single out one he was looking for.
teeth and eyes that flashed together. or so above the squatter colony.
ria and I can have a few long rides
14,000 cooperating growers. Buy several dozen for economy.
She
stood
among
the
onlookers
but
And when the wines were served,
through the hills without being
Half an hour later the three men
OrarrUM, l»4O, OUfnb mm Cnnrw. betunn
her guest* at the tables under the walked single file, like ghosts, up a little apart, her eyes fixed on the afraid of being carried off.”
daficers.
trees sang with extraordinary fervor to the east door of Blood's shack.
Carmen did not neglect her oppor­
a drinking song punctuated by the Bowie knocked. It was some time
She heard a mild voice behind tunity. She was in the saddle early
popping of corks and the clinking before there was any answering her: "You are not dancing, seño­ next morning, waiting for Bowie,
of glasses. In fact, Bowie's wines sound. "Reaching for his pistol," rita?”
who had been out with Pedro be­
proved equal to inspiring more than said Bowie to himself, He knocked
She almost whirled to meet the fore sunrise to look over the cattle
one drinking song. And as the din­ again just as he heard a movement
words. She clasped her hands. "Oh, suitable for a matanza. Since the '
ner progressed, the señoritas raised within.
Señor
Bowie. Thank God. you are herd was being depleted by thieves
their glasses with the caballeros to
"Who's there?” the word» came
almost daily. Don Ramon wanted te
back!
”
augmen: the choruses.
In th* loud hoarse tone» of a man
turn as many head as possible into |
“Only keeping my promise.”
In the midst of this hilarity and just awakened. Bowie, making no
money. Bowie changed horses tn
She regarded him with startled double-quick time when he saw Car* !
the final moments of the parting day answer, knocked a third time.
a clatter of hoofs was heard among
"Who's there!” This tune the tone eyes. "You are not hurt?”
men and they rode into the hill*,
the more distant pines. At least, it wai savage.
"No indeed.”
"X
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to make
JUICE
w e»
and TREATS
like this !
Best for Juice
SEEDLESS
Sunkist
CALIFORNIA NAVEL ORANGES