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F R ID A Y , J U L Y The Beaverton Review 7. 19:13 BELOW ZERO A Romance of the North^voods John Itched to be at the bank rec ords, to know what they might reveal, but he could make no move In that direction without exposing hli entire hand. So he waited, performing his duties about the barn, spending his evenings In the recreation hall. Since bis encounter with Baxter they had ceased their nudging, ceased clouting at sight of a rich man's son taking life as they took It. He was as much one of them as the son of the boss ever could be. They respected him. It was Saturday night: another week was down. He was buying some necessary things when he met Mc- Wethy. "Say. Gorbel “phoned he“d bargained for another team to be delivered to night or tomorrow." he said. "You'd gone when I come past the barn." “ All right: there are empty stalls. They can stand ’em In." “ Watchln* your step?" "Every m ove!" And John grinned as the other twisted his head In grim approval. He went to sleep dreaming of Ellen Richards, and woke with an empty feeling. . . . Hang on I he told him self. Hang on and keep going and youTl be able to show her how much of her trouble con be laid at old Tom's door! He was out at fonr o'clock, wading through new drifts towards the barn to feed and water. This was Sun day. He would have little to do throughout the day; might even take to the swamp on snow-shoes for a few hours to be alone with his problem, with his regrets and fears and hope«. . .. He felt particularly lonely as he walked. The barn was silent; no one was about He opened the door and reached for the lantern that hung In side and lighted It. The warm smell of the stable was strong. He swung his lantern and looked to the le ft “ H ullo!" he muttered. A strange, black horse was stand ing there, halter rope dangling, eyeing him with head up. Coal black, night black, he was; a handsome creature, though the eye looked defiant One o f the new horses, delivered last night, probably, and Insecurely tied. "W ell. boy. enjoying liberty?" John asked, and slipping the lantern ball over one arm advanced, hand extended to catch the rope. He should have been warned now, had the light been better. He could not see the tensing of the big animal's frame as he approached. He was wholly unprepared for the charge when It came. With a squeal that stopped John’s heart, with bis lip flickering over the long, yellow teeth, with a greenish glitter springing to life In his eyes, the animal rushed him! So qnlckly did It happen, so close the quarters, that John could not turn and run. To the left the outer wall blocked him, without niche or corner within reach to use as sanctuary. To the right stood other horses, and as the black squealed the one nearest danced and wrung his tall. All In a flash. In a split second. John swayed backward, not daring to turn, and used the only weapon he had: the lantern. He swung It as the horse reared. Swung It the whole length of his arm and let It go full In the creature's face as he poised for the downward pitch that would mean broken bones and torn flesh. The animal cried out as the lantern struck his nose. The glass broke with a crash and a tinkling; the light went out. John had a vague Impres sion of the horse going sideways, over against a stall partition, as he quickly turned and fled. He did not go far. Feet thudded behind him. The killer squealed again, and aa John caught a stan chion in one hand and swung himself In beside another horse the black thundered on his heels. “ Whoa 1" he cried, as the horse which gave him protection kicked. “ Whoa, you!" Against the fain: glow from mill- yard lights that penetrated the dusty windows he could see the black there, stamping, crowding to get Into the stall. The tied horse kicked again and squealed and lunged forward as the black’s teeth nipped his hip. i John was up In the manger by then, trying to quiet the one horse as the outlaw backed away, stamping. He stood, a bit shaky, stroking the ; snuffing muzzle In the darkness i The black was standing there, wait Ing for him. he thought, waiting like a surly bear might wait for his quarry to emerge, stamping now and agnln ! , ! ' ; j ; . The other horses were restless from the disturbance. John slipped through Into the feed alley, found a pitchfork, walked along to the far end of the building and crawled through the hay window Into a box-stall, used for sick horse« when occasion demanded. He stood against the door which gave Into the stall row, listening. Then, careful to make little sound, he slid It open. That done, be retreated to the feed alley again and moved along, trying to locate the strange horse, ne found that the animal was now standing behind a vacant stall, head down, almost as though listening himself. Cautiously John crawled through to the manger, standing erect, dragging the fork with him. Then he stepped "Back, You! Get Back!" down and with a quick stride, fork held before him, was In the Utterway, confronting the black. “ You!” he cried, and leaped for ward. The animal squealed again. Hia hoofs beat the straw padded floor as he gathered himself for another charge. And then he cried out In pain as the fork tines raked his face, as they prodded his chest, mercilessly. “ Back you I Get back!" n e could hear the savage teeth pop ping In the darkness, felt a fore-foot strike out at the torturing fork. But the animal reluctantly gave ground. At the door of the box-stall John swung the fork sideways at the horse's head to turn him. The beast bit and struck. He made a stand, there, until John got the tine points against the neck and shoved, and with a scream the black yielded, turned Into the box-stall and thundered to a far corner. John had the door closed In a sec ond, set the hasp In place and drew a deep breath. “Now. . , . Something else to figure ou tl" he muttered. The first of the teamsters trailed In aa daylight drove ba-k the shadows. ■Here. T im ; tc'.;» a look at thl» pony, will y The man .'sie down behind the horses and John let down a window In the door of the fan-stall. “ My G—d !" the man said. "That’« old IleForest's renegade I What's that horse doin’ here?” John explained that the hors« had been sold to Gorbel and had been de livered after quitting tlm« last night. “Gorbel bought him?" he demanded. “ Olpea, that horse's been In this country for live years and Fores fa the only man who walka who can get ear him and come away whole. Ton mean, Gorbel was thinking of buytn' him?" John shrugged. “That'« the way I took It. Where does thla Deforest live?" "Three mile weal and half a mile south." “ I guess, so long as I’ m running this barn, we'll try to do without him. What say?" " I f you want me around her«; or anybody elsa who knows that horse, you w ill! Why. It's a wonder he ain’t killed a dozen men. And you handled him alone?" Three miles west and half a mile south over sleigh roads, and an hour with D eforest; a long, haggling hour that got him nowhere. The horse trader, shrewd, truculent, was a hard nut to crack and his deflant story of an attempt at a sharp sal* of unde sirable property seemed to hold water. Gorbel was spreading out danger oualy, but he strengthened his defenses as he went and It would he difficult to prove that he was even remotely Implicated In either of these attempts on John's well being. It gave a man something to think about* As John went slowly back towards town he saw two people on akls a quarter of a mile away. He watcheu them for a time and made up hta mind that It was Gorbel with klarle. They teemed to he watching him. too, although because of the glare of an enrly March sun on the snow he could not be sure. On Monday morning he stood for the second time In r’ aul Ocrl-el's office. The man turned on him a face that was lined now; hollows showed be neath eyes that roved a bit; eyes that had been so well controlled a fort night before, so steady, to bland. But they would not obey the remnant of self-control that tried direct the light In them this day. Uneasy eyes, they were, and the man's voice was slightly husked. "You sent word by Mac Saturday night that you’d bought a new team," John said. "Yes DeForest came In and offered s bargain. I thought Td let yon have 'em tried ou t" r x- A fter the thrill of shortcake has worn away, try a cocktail made with fresh straw-berries combined with citrus juices. 1 pt. strawberries 2 (baps, sugar 1 3 cup orange juice Salt Vs cup grapefruit juice 1 1/3 tbapa. |enton juice Bet the washed anil hulled straw, berries stand for an hour with Un sugar Then add other ingredients; mix. Squeeze through cheesecloth Garnish with mint and serve cold with appetisers or cheese wafers. t'uoking Asparagus Tie asparagus in bunches to boil; you can then lift it out without breasing. I f possible, cook it stand ing up (the asparagus, not your s e lf!) I f you have leftover buttered or creamed asparagus tips, Just wash off the butter or dressing with warm water and serve as a salad combined with mayonnaise and pimientoes. Some rooks like scalloped asparagus baked In a cream sauce with crumbed flake crackers on top. Macaroon whip 1 flap, gelatine 2 tbapa cold water 1 cup boiling water 4 cup sugar Vt tap. salt 4 cup orange juke 1 Bbsp. lemon juice 4 pkg. dates, sliced V» cup nutmeata gredients quickly and bake In hot 6 macaroons oven for about 20 miraite*. 4 cup cream, whipped Soak gelatine in cold water ami Chocolate-' ocnanirt Icebox Desaort dissolve with sugar and salt in 20 chocolate wafers boiling water; ad I fruit juices. 1 4 cups whipping cream "W ell"— dryly—"he Just came In to take 'em back." “ So soon? You . . . you tried them?" "One tried me." " I don't understand." "A horse was loose In the ham when 1 went In yesterday. He'd never been properly tied np." He apoks dispassionately and watched for change In the face before him; bat Gorbel held steady now. "W ell . . . I don't . . . I don't get you. Did you send the team hack because the man was careless on a detail r "Don't stall, Gorbel 1" John cried, and the other straightened as color whipped Into his face. "Don't stall an other syllable. I’ m here because good lock was with me I" Gorbel shoved hack his chair. “ What's the Idea?” he asked thick ly. rising. “ 1 don’t like this, Belknap, whatever It may be I" “ No, you don't like It I" Rage, now, had young John; had his eyes and his voice and his gestures. "You tried to frame me with a man once, and with a horse next You—" “ Frame you!" His voice was a •na rl '•—have known for years, likely, nbout DeForest'* outlaw black. If you haven’t. It's the one thing you haven't known about this country I Shut up. now. and let me talk I” —with a commanding gesture as Gorbel swung around the comer of the desk. "I found him loose In the barn. He tried to get me and didn't My team sters all knew about him; every man- jack of them knew that no sane man would buy the horse. “ 1 called on DeForest. You'd schooled him well, Gorbel. You'd probably schooled Baxter well, too, but 1 didn’t boi.ier trying to break him down 1" “ Man, you're crazy 1 DeForest? An outlaw horse? Baxter? What the devil ace you driving at?” T b » rigidity went from John Belk nap's posture and he laughed help lessly. (Continued N ext W eek) Jim— My w ife explored my pock ets last night. Friend Toro— What did »he get? Jim— About the same as any o- ther explorer— enough material for a lecture- Cocoaivut 4 tap vanilla W hip 4 cup of the rrsam; add few drop» vanilla and, 1 cup cucm- nul. Spread a chocolate wafer with cream and cocuanut mixture, cover wi.lt a secui <| wafer; repeat until there are tl "sandwich*«", each tool. When mixture U-gms to stif containing four rookie«, ami 3 lay fen, stir in sliced states, cut nuts ers o f filling. I'lace cookie« in re und broken macaroons. Fold tn frigerator for at least 3 hour«. At , whipped cream, pour into a mold serving lime cut each pile cookies | which has been rinsed in cold w a in half ai.d put on plate with ed Top with remain - ter. Chill When firm, unmold and ge« touching serve with whipped cream. Serve* Ing cream (whipped aiul flavored) Sprinkle with cocoanut. Vanilla eight. wafers nr ginger snaps may also l>e used in this way II servings Two Hunches for I’ lcalf l.unchcs Make your filling in advance, Southern Moon Bavarian put it in jora, take along crackers 1 4 tbsps. gelatine and lei the picnickers spn-a.l their 4 cup cold water own. I cup hot pineapple juice Tart Filling: Chop • 4 ounce can I cup ertani. whipped pimientoes and enough sweet pick 4 pkg. dales, cut le* to make 4 cup. Mix with 4 4 pkg. rocoanul cup peanut butter 4 teaspoon salt tl slices pineapple and 4 cup mayonnaise. Soak gelatine In the cold water Sweet Kilting: Mix 4 pkg dates A<kl hot pinea pie juice to dissolve with 2 I'kgs cream cheese; add gelatir*. le t cuul until consistency \ teaspoons powdered ginger ami of egg while Kohl in whipped enough cream to moisten. Serve cream, rocianut and :late*. I'our with graham crackers into individual molds; when firm, unmold on slice o f canned pineapple Cocos nut Fluff Cake ami serve with additional whlppe I (In which rocoanut is in the | cream. Serves tl. M iff) 14 cups sifted pastry flour LOCAL N E W S 2 4 taps, taking powder i * ----------- ---------------------------------- * 4 tap. salt Police Officer Itaucom, who was 4 pkg. cocoanut shot in Medford by two boy* ln«t 2 3 cup sugar week. Is the son of M!r „m l Mr*. 4 cup milk Baucom o f Aloha, who formerly 4 cup liquid shortening resided in Medford. 1 egg Mr and Mrs. F S. Brown and 1 tap. flavoring on Denney Read with a Mix and aift dry Ingredient* i family relatives, pi ■ Add cocoanut and mix well. Add group uf Portnnd shortening and milk (or water*, nicked on the Tualatin river near beaten eg.? and flavoring Stir in Hoamer's Rest on the Fourth. I Mrs. I.yle Metlcn of Exeter, Calif., visited a few days at the (.ay Carr home thl* week. 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