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.
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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
!
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.
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"
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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
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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.
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Mrs. I.yle
Metlcn
of
Exeter,
Calif., visited a few days at the
(.ay Carr home thl*
week.
The
Mntlena
were former resident* of
Beaverton
Mr
M-tlcn was a de
pot agent.
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