TUB «HERMAN | SHERMAN COUNTY OBSERVER, Eetabliched Nov. C 1888 GRAM VALLET JOURNAL, Established Oct. 14, 1897 CONSOLIDATED. MARCH 8, 1981 WA8CO NEWS-ENTERPRISE, Bstabliabed 1891 CONSOLIDATED MARCH 4, 1982. GILES L. FRENCH Managing Editor Grau Valley COUNTY j George Wilcox. Earl Olds, Tom Alley and Arnold Dunlap returned Sundag from their hunting trip with a deer apieee. Their party of four with Lawrence Wilcox and W. B. Wilcox coming with two other* from Portland brought home eight bucks- Charles French has been quite ill at hie home here for the past two Entered as eecood-claee matter at the 'oetofloe, at Moro, Oregon, under Act of Congress of March 8, 1879. SUBSCRIPTION RATES—PAYABLE IN ADVANCE. Ono Year.. Six Months Roy Feely and family were here thia week while Roy accompanied Ed Alley, Arch Zehner and John Haya on a hunting trip to Suplee. Mrs. A. F. Baber entertained the bridge dub at her home hero Wed- The bridge near the jail is nearing completion. BUDGET TIME Next week the county will be, or should be, budget coneciou& Fred Peters is visiting in Portland thb week- .> . JOURNAL, MORO, OREGON, * "Tkere are things do glri can my* when a man octo as quoeriy as Don Jatose R ma Mr. Hobart. Bra so sensitive to retiring*" Mr. Hobart choked and to cover hla strangled cachlnnatioa eooghod vio­ lently Into his cupped hands. "About as sensitive and retiring as a steer on the pock," he retorted, “but ho to proud. If be thought there was the least chance of yew refusing him he’d never ask you to marry him In a thou­ sand yearn,* “Indeed! Is that possible, Mr. Ho­ bart ?” T>?n. it suddenly dawning on her that her conversation with Ken Hobart himorto could have boon cov­ ered in too hundred words, she was appalled, Mt only at his garrulity but at her own.^ “Isn’t this eonvermtioD getting a trtfls peumml aad deUcato, Mr. HobnitT’ sho ooggestod. “Really. I haven’t th« Blightoot Idea why I am discussing Buch an intimate subject with you.* ‘ i “Well, I kava I want to diocese it." be replied calmly. “When I diaeover that Don Jaime has ridden away to gut killed because life won’t mean a thing to bim after you’re gono*and when I find you ruining yew pie Aee and-eream dbmplaxtoo crying over this . Bui Moore and family white re- The county budget committee will meet to determine the amount* turning from Purttead thls week of money that must be appropriated for each budget item, the Mfferod an accident to their car Mar non-high school board will make their budget Saturday and the “How dore you? He’s Dot a grtasar r “NoboSy but a greater would act the way b* does. Well, aa I was toy tea kaviag discovered the lay of the cities and school district* must be making their financial plan* a* well* What do you advint, Mr. Hobart F Would you marry thia Hlguenee Preliminary estimates are to the effect that the county budget will nece**arily be higher than it ha* been for the past two or three Other budget* may be higher. For several years levy­ ing bodies have refused or neglected to put anything in their bud­ years ber head. “Come." Mr. Hobart urged, “this Is gets for bond retirement and it is probable that the inclusion of such an item will be insisted upon this year. The county faces the country he drove through., - > chuck all your sheep money Into the The teachers reception will be held pot with him and help extend his Irri­ the fact that the old age pension law will require several thousand Thursday evening October 5 under gation system and buy about a thou­ dollars to be paid to aged indigent* coming within the terms of the auspices of the woman's dub- sand pure-bred Hereford breeding the act. It is roughly estimated that this will cost the county ten > thousand dollars. The change in non-high school district government will bring to light a matter that will probably cause a slight rise in the tax for high school tuition. An error in the books of the superinten­ dent several years ago resulted in a large deficit in the high school tuition ftfnd The court has been reducing this each year by levy­ ing a larger tax than was needed. Now the new non-high school cowsF Ray Blake, Tom Garrett and L D- “I would, gladly. If I married him Pika returned thia week from hunt­ Td be bls ¡Mirtner as well as his ing with enough deer meat for a wife. I could be a good partner." “None better," agreed Mr. Hobart spell. For Sale: A tot of hack harness- See L- R- French. r;---------- J-' Eben Kee had the misfortune to wreck his car Saturday night while driving home- E- Sorahan was con­ cerned in the wreck and damaged his board will only levy for their actual needs, but the deficit will still car also. lie due i he several high school districts by the county. Therefore Lester and Ciao Barnum. Earl Gen— the county will have to levy a tax to clear up this matter which nry, John Rolfe and Gerald Blagg are will make two high school tuition items to be paid through nc fault of the present generation of county officials. It will likely home from the central Oregon coun- । try where they went after deer. They brought home a couple. tend ’ o increase the total tax. W. G Schilling and wife were in I PenMaton Saturday looking over th? Then there is the pending problem of hiring a county agents it is not done bucking horses at Qie Round-Up. If this is done it will raise the county budget the cost will fall on the wheat control association which includes practically the entire county anyway so it just depends on which pocket the people want to take the money out of for the secretary. the budget meeting of the county will be held Thursday. Mrs. W. H. Todd is here and has started to high school. Dr. M. B. Taylor, formerly a med­ ical man of these parts, was here this week looking after business affairs October 5. and all persons paying taxes in the county may attend. concerning his ranch. Arch Russell and Chas. Engel re­ Tne court is usually thankful for helpful suggestions from taxpay­ ers regarding the budget and will, in opr opinion, he glad to heai individual statements on budget items. turned from a deer hunting expedi­ tion Saturday with a specimen. Rinehart Wassemiller and wife were here thb week end and left INFLATION What we need in this country is a form of inflation that will raise the income of everyone without raising the cost of living or at least one that will increase income more than it does the cos- Monday for the John Day country ac­ companied by Jacob Wassemiller- They will work their mine in thnt country this fell end wnter. The stete highway outfit is work­ ing on Sherars road this week prepar­ of living. If we could have cheaper dollars to pay debts with and highei ing it for winter. dollars to be paid wages with we would all be prosperous- As the philosopher said we want to cut off the top so thin there is no bot­ tom. It is generally assumed that inflation will make it easier for from Condon Saturday night- the debtor to pay his debts. It would make it easier for him to get dollars with which to pay debts, that is certain Mr. and Mrs. Joe iRitner were here Miss Jeeste Pike to homa again after a aummer's work in the Wasco country. It will also make ordinary living coat so much more that there will be nothing to pay with and the worst of it is that Iking costs tend to go up before any thing else. It’s some like a poker game A few have won all the chips. It won’t help things for Bng to redistribute them and start another game under the same rules. more people can win. We need to change the game so that .. If Mr. Farley wants to get into New York politics he’d better go back there. It looks like he has gummed up the works so Tammany could win again, but maybe that’s what he wanted to do after all. Instead of saying ‘as easy as falling off a log’, we can say, as “Well, if you want bim, go get him. He’s yours for the asking." “Mr. Hobart! How dare yon? Nó girt asks a mun to marry ber I" “That’s why we have so many old maids, Miss Antrim. Now, listen to me. If you bop eboard that horse of yours and ride after Julio be’ll load you to that old branding corral where he and Don Jaime are going to dig In and do some fancy shooting. You’ll have time to get to the scene of tbs festivities before they get going, have yuur little pow wow with Don Jaime, and then beat It back here before dark." , “Oh, Mr. Hobart, I couldn’t I rd feel so braxen. I’d die of shame." “Very well, then, die. Don Jimmy is sure to die, because be doesn’t want to live. Of course he’d never let you know that, but right here In this note he left me be says: ’Adios, amigo. See that MI bb Antrim geta to the ata- tion all right, and whatever you do, don’t plant me In the same cemetery with her uncle.* You can save a hu­ man life if you care to. If you do not care ness. Roberta got up, walked to bar horse and mounted him. “Thank Mr. Hobart," she gulped, true friend.” "I'm glad 1 measure up. I’d be out of luck If the boas* wife got sore at me. Hello, here come Caraveo and the trucks. I must heed him off and send him down the road a few mil«« far­ ther, to save tlmn" He made a flying leap to hts horae and galloped away to meet the riding boon. - Just as Roberta disappeared over the sky-line he gave Enrico Caraveo his orders, then without waiting for his five men to follow he galloped swiftly after the girt. “D—a ft," ha mattered. “I got co Interested fixing things for Don Jimmy I clean forgot that girl wears penta, and a two-gallon bat Some one of those roughnecks may mistake her for a man!” CHAPTER XIII ployed Bcont your uncle. Ton “Still, he know, of course,’that with Don Jaime’s breed of cat an uncle Is a kinsman, no matter what be dors. I’ve felt like tolling the boos be was all wrong about yon, but then Tm only a hired man, and the hired man who speaks out of his turn to Don Jaime gets Bred pretty sudden." “If yoU’d only told him!" Roberts wailed. "Oh. if you only %»d r “Why didn’t you tell him yourseifF Ito retorted. “You’re one of the par ties at Interest, aren’t you?" The huge «a detection felt by Ken Hobart at bis Interference In other people’s business was shattered now, as he thought of Roberta, garbed In riding breeches and flannel shirt and conventional wide- brimmed and high-crowned hat of the country. Riding along the sky-line sho could very readily be mistaken for a man—and such mistakes. In the im­ pending circumstances, might reason­ ably be fatal I It was Incumbent upon him, therefore, to catch up with her, to guard her approach to that old branding corral In the valley, to make Willard Marks will be a valuable addition to any board or c jit mission and if there is anyplace where competent persons are EAT what you can, and can what you can’t going to be needed it is the board of higher education in this state. It’s likely to be quite a shock to us to receive a $31,000,000 electric plant. We have fruits and vege­ tables for canning at the pro- The Oregonian photographer hai designed a cross eyed cam era so the picture takee won’t look so foolish.- The Anti-saloon league now is known as the anti*liquor league b it still the anti Is the important part of their name. The annual revolution in athletics is taking place and next WeMl everyone w II know the high scoring half back instead of the oest pitcher. * «UDAY, GEPTEMBER 39. 1933, Oregon bar take every advantage at the ground, to scout the territory for her. Also, a new and disturbing thought had occurred to kirn. What if Din­ gle had decided to make sure of the water for the sheep by taking posses slon of the water-hole before Don Jalne could get there? OF course It wm unbelievable that the latter would ride boldly up to the water-hole be­ fore making a careful reconnaissance, since Instinct, the custom of the coun­ try, hnd his army training would in dicate that course to him. On the ether hand, was Don Jaime’s mind completely ee the task In hand? Was it Mt probable that thoughts of a aentlBaental nature might lull him Into indlacretioe? Verily, Ken Hobart could take no chances. There was lasasedtete Med of haste and he hastened; and as he galloped along the backbone of the ridge he was sicken- iDgly aware that he waa not the only one who was hastening. There was Don Jaime, to begin with, hurrying to got to the water hole and eoneoUdate his position, lie knew the country well and was a Hard, test sider. - After him came, on hot hoote, his rstof nrr era sate—the de­ voted JUllo. Duty was duty to Julio —and, as Don Jaime had «tated, that youthful retainer had a personal in tercet tn the forthcoming Activities. Hurrying to catch JuUo, that he might load her to the water-hole. Roberta waa pounding along on her fleet hunt­ er; and after Roberta came Ken Ho bort. “If anything happens to that girl.” he told himself, “I’ll just keep right on in the general ooutherly direction and never come back." The low range swung to the east- end suddenly. In a cup-phni>ed valley far below, Ken Hobart saw the Fbeep —caw that they were belnv driven, not grazed. They were within a mile of the water-hole, and Julio whs not In sight. At the foot of the range Ro berta. stationary, sat her horse and took stock of the situation. Rhe had lost Julio I Hobart looked back, lu the dlKtancv he could see hts five men following him. He waved bls * hat and one of return without further ado he rode down to Join Ro­ berta. The girl held up her hand, enjoining silence, as Hobart reined Iq hrslde her. “LlBten!" she commanded. He bent his head. Faintly to film came the report of rifles. “There were twenty herder« with the band an hour ago.” the girl re­ ported. “Don Jaime counted them. There doesn’t appear to be that many ndw.” Hobart swept the scene with Ills binoculars. “Ten ! Half gang went ahead to preempt the water, and Don Jaime has walked Into them. He's alive and kicking, though. If ho were not, there wouldn’t be any shoot­ ing. And Julio hasn't got there yet. Well, he’ll be careful. He’ll probably come In from the rear and help the bon out. I wish I knew whether Jaime la In the old corral or at the water-bole. Smokeless powder, you see. One cannot telL But the sheep move forward I That indicates confi- denca Yes, Dingle has the water!" "Then Don Jaime’s fighting ten of them.** “Looks that way. He rilust be in the old corral, because ho wouldn't last a minute In the open, The cor- rat is boarded close and the I light Is falling. If be keeps moving ; he will not be too easy to hit" Julio rode out Into the open u quar ter of a mile south of them. Instantly Hobart pulled bis rifle, sighted care­ fully and threw up the dirt in fropt of the boy to attract his attention.* When JuUo pulled up and looked around to aee where the attack came from, Ho­ bart waved bls hat at him and moved out from the sheltering fringe of bushes onto the grassy floor of the valley, Roberta by his side. Instantly Ised them. where you are, girl," Ken Hobart commanded. “My other five Bea will be riding down the hill pretty toon. You tell them my orders are to charge the men with the sheep Imme­ diately* “What are you going to do, Mr. Ho- bartF “I’m going to Join Jgllo, and the two of us will advance along the south side of this valley toward the water- bole. The range will be too long for the herders with the sheep to stop us. 1 think. Jimmy’s In a jackpot and Deeds help mighty bad, so Julio and I will furnish what wo can. Adlos I" Ho galloped away diagonally a cross the valley, motioning for Julio to Join him. The boy did not hesitate. Ro­ berta watched them In an agony . < apprehension. The herders with the sheep wero firing at Hobart and Julio, galloping across their front Ken had stated that the range would be too long for effective fire by men not versed in the science of accurate shooting at ex­ treme ranges, but nevertheless the girl saw Julio's pinto go down, saw the boy ahoot out over the animal's neck. He was up Instantly and back beside the horse. “Getting his rifle," Roberta thought Ken Hobart had pulled up and was riding back to JuUo, who, in turn, was running to meet him. There was not an Instant’s pause In the «trifle of the horse, yet Julio mounted double be­ hind Hobart the hurf anX juho dismount and, kneeling some twenty feet apart, open fire on the distant herder* as calmly as if shooting at a mark!' . And then, over the crest behind her, came the five men detailed to follow Ken Hobart. They came down the slope at a fast gallop, spurred on by the sounds of conflict in the valley be­ low, but slackened speed ns they sighted the girl, holding up her hand In a signal to halt She trembled so sho could, with difll cuity, speak coherently. “Don Jaime- engaged at the water-hole with ten men—Ken Hobart and JuUo over south —shooting at tlieTcrdera—Ken say*— rear attack." , The three American riders gazed at her,(not quite comprehending, desIrons, perhaps, of receiving more explicit in­ structions In such an emergency. “What ate you standing there for?" Roberta cried hysterically, Follow me. I’ll show you." With savage little dig of her dull dress spurs »he was off, the five men streaming behind her. Across the northern think of the valley they raced, the patter of rifle Aft fmm.^he herders probably drown Ing rhe sound of their thudding ap proach. for they were within a hun dred yards of the nearest men before the latter saw them One of them fired She thrlUed with a cold tear nn«l a wild exaltation U tlRs bullet whimpered past her heart . . . afterward she had a faint recollection of a dark, frightened, hut defiant face thnt loomed far an Instant in front of her before sha rode the man, down. Pistol shots then a backward look. Behind her the five rode with upraised pistols, flourishing them nt her, yelling a fierce approbation of he“ leadership The sheep. In panic, fled wildly, leap­ ing-over each other, bloating, leaving n cloud of grayish white dust behind them. Roberta rode into the cloud— rode through the fringe of stragglers, knocking them down, leaping over and anmng them. Iler horse, plunging and swerving, was striving, with common sense rather uncommon in n horse, to avoid the woolly bodies under his feet, and Roberta was forced to ride at she had never ridden before. Plstals poppe(].-hehind her. . . . She was clear of the sheep. . Her dull little rid Ing academy spurs prodded her mount’s flanks; the quirt rose and fell. . . . Rhe caught the gleam of sunshine us the last level rays of the dying day were reflected on a pool. Among some rocks beyond the pool three figures moved, the crackle of fire grew loud­ er; she could discern the sharp, spite­ ful reverberation of it now. Where was the corral? Don Jaime was there, wounded, (lying perhaps. . . . . She saw It—a clrclq of weather beaten boards, nailed so close together that the fence appeared like a wall. Straight nt It she drove her mount, realizing vaguely.ns she did so thnt It* was n hurdle nt least a foot higher thnn she hnd ever faced In sport.’ She saw her horse’s ears flicker, felt his stride slacken a little; then his head shot frffward nnd his ears came up straight. Good horse! He was not going to refuse the Jump! She him gather himself for the leap, took a firm grip on the reins. “Alley oop!" she cried. While in midair she saw Don Jaime off on the right flank, standing In the bed of a wagon, firing over the fence; then she was oVer and Inside the cor­ ral with him. “Jimmy!" she shouted. He turned, staring at her amazed. Then he Jerked the bolt of his Spring­ field and yelled: “Down1 Flat!" She rode up to the wagon, slipped off, pulled the rifle from the scabbard and untiod the cartridge belt from her pommel Then, with a slap on her horse's♦ cump, she Bent him trotting fcross the corral. । And then • Don Jaime acted. He leaped dewnqt her, bls powerful arm Alley Oop!" She Cried. awept ber backward and off balance; she alld down hie body gently to the ground and he threw himself beside her. --------------------------- . “Oh, my G—d, sweetheart, why did you come?” he almost moaned. “Because I love you, Jaime Miguel Hlguenee. You are In danger and I couldn’t stay away. I’ll help you, Jim­ my. • If you have to die I—want you to know before that happens—that life without you—will be desolate—’’ * He crooned to her in Spanish, bis hot eyes devouring her, his grimy per­ spiring hands caressing her cheek. "I always knew you were a thorough­ bred,’' he gulped Anally. “Lie here and do not move. Thia la a private light and you haven’t been invited. I've got to keep moving. Tvs run miles from one side of this corral to the other, 'firing through knotholes and gaps in the boards. If I stay still 8 they ll locate uie that—now F He rolled away like, a tumbleweed, A bullet crashed through the fence and struck where he had been lying a second before. And then Roberta proved herself a woman. She fainted. CHAPTER XIV Rhe came to lying in Don Jaime’« arms In the dry grass beside the wa­ ter-bole. She looked up at him without understanding, then closed her eyes again. "Well, Jimmy," she murmured pros ent|y. "We’re back In the sheep busines again,” he assured her solemnly. A silence. Then: “Any casualties, Jimmy?" * / “Yes. Three dead horses and twn wounded and about a dozen sheep with broken backs and legs. It seems you rode over them. Ken Hobart’s pinked, hut nothing worse than what he’s been used^to. Adolfo de Haro, one of my riders, is dead, and Lambert, O’(< ady, ami Martinez Trujillo are badly hit. hut I do not think they will die. Juli»» Ortiz has lost a little finger. Dingle and nine of his men are dead to date and the final returns from the river should make the affair unanimous. Fraser. Juan Espinosa, and Julio Ortiz are following them. They took our mounts and now I’ll have to get busy. load our wounded on Dingle's chuck wagon and go home." “Was that hlj chuck wagon corral?" Well, It used be your Unci Tom’«, so I presume it’s yours nov. Dingle got here first, ran his chuc\ outfit into the old branding corral t» camp for the night and turned hit mules loose there. Then he occupied the rocks beyond this water-bole and wafted to see what might turn up be fore dark. I turned up—unexpectedly —rode wide around the herders, ap­ proached the corral from the rear and had opened the gate and entered be-’ fore either side discovered I was trapped. They couldn’t see me clearly, but through the chinks In the corral hoarding they could see something -moving against the light. At that they couldn’t he sure that something was me, my horse, or their mules, and“ they didn’t want to hit the mules, so they were careful. “It was close work and after I’d moved around a lot and had located alt the knot-holes nnd wide chinks In the hoards I made them keep their heads down. Then when the firing started out on the flat, and they saw Keo’s men, led by you,' makipg a pis­ tol charge oh the men with the sheep, Dingle got cold feet. You rode through quite a barrage, sweetheart, but once you’d topped the corral they figured 1 bad reinforcements, so they ran for their horses and rode south. That Is, some of them did. I climbed upon the wagon seat and fanned their rear; as they fled down the south side*of the valley they bumped into Ken and Julio, who emptied two saddles esch. Do you know, darling, that you have a pistol bullet through the muscles of your hack, rather well on the right side? Nothing fatal, but you’ll sleep on jour left side for a month!" “I’m a little fool,” Roberta mor mured weakly. “Yes, but a gallant little fool. You have some of your late Uncle Tom's ferocity and courage In you, Bobby. Oh yes, old Tom always preferred odds and good shelter in combat, but be would stand up to It when he had to. He couldn't be bluffed off this range and he forced me to make good." “Are you hurt, JimmyF “Not a scratch.” She raised her left arm and curled it around his neck; he lowered his face unyi his cheek touched hers. “You’re «uch a terribla man," she whis­ pered. “Oh, such a terrible mao!'* “But you love me, just the sameF “Yes, but I wouldn’t have told you —I’d have died first It’s all due to Ken Hobart He told me—" “Hush, sweetheart He’s confessed. He told yon a few of the most wonder­ ful lies on record, and when he found you’d been hit he cried like a baby. Swore that if you died he’d commit suicide—provided I didn't kill him first I’* He lifted her to a sitting posi­ tion. "There’s old Cupid Hobart sit­ ting over yonder. Look at him. He’s still blubbering." “Ken!” Roberta called weakly. The ex-ranger got up and limped painfully over to her, knelt and took her hand. “You’re a grand liar," she murmured, “and a grand fighter, and a grand friend—and now I’m going to decorate you, Ken Hobart—on the field of battle.” “Kiss her, fool," Don Jaime roared. “And you can kiss her again the day we’re married. That’s the privilege of the best man. but after that, believe you me, partner, she’s not going to give away any more samples to hard Toller old waddles like you." “Oh, my God, forgive me,"» Ken sobbed childishly, and brushed ker pale cheek with his tobacco-stained lips. “On the lips, man," Don Jaime eom- nianded. “You don’t know good kiss­ ing when It’s offered to you." “I been chewin’ tobacco," the victim protested. ■ “I don’t care,” Roberta assured him. “Jimmy chews it, too." To bo continued. ' Newly Wedded Man—. Lucile; these biscuits of exactly like those my mother, used to make, 20 years ago. Wifey—Row delightfull I’m so glad Man (biting one)—And, by Georg*, I believe they ARE the same biscuits.