Friday, June 14, 1940
SOUTHERN OREGON MINER
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Wall outlets for electrical de
vices used in the kitchen, pantry
or butler's pantry should be placed
at table height. This permits the
use of shorter cords with cooking
utensils, eliminating coils that ure
likely to get in the housewife's
way.
• • •
Cakes or cookies in which honey
is used as a sweetening require a
rather moderate temperature for
baking. If the oven is too hot they
will burn.
• • •
Don't bang porcelain or enam
eled kitchen equipment aguinst
stoves, tubles or sinks. It will
chip or crack if it is roughly han
dled. Muny of the more modern,
attractive pieces require special
care.
Standing on a heavy rug or rub
ber mat will go u long way toward
preventing futigue during long pe
riods of ironing.
• • •
Ice cubes or desserts are frozen
faster in u mechanical refrigera
tor if a quarter-cup of wuter is
poured on the freezing surface be
fore the trnys ure put in place.
• • •
Cloths saturated with polishing
liquids if stored away in u closet
often cuusc spontaneous combus
tion. Keep these cloths in u cov
ered tin container.
• • •
To prolong the life of a large
rug, shift it around every six
weeks or so. This prevents con-
stunt wear on those sections cov
ering the most-traveled part of
Die room.
Only a few minutes had
I war whoop of the Sierra Indians, in his cups. He ordered the frantic wont.
I riding at breakneck pace out of the girls torn from their mother's arms passed when she saw a youth riding
and carried to his ponies. Again up toward the rancho. She sprang
The site of the rancho could not hills.
have been more happily chosen. For
Naked or half-naked, they dashed he sought to kill Dona Juana, and to her feet. She knew the figure,
miles the landscape lay like a park helter-skelter down on the ranch again Monica, who could not be screamed, and. as the lad turned
in gently rolling hills and wide- house, yelling and beating their po wrenched from her mistress, pre toward her, waved her arms fran
spreading valleys. The soil was car nies. Don Alfredo and the two va vented the murder, offering her own tically
It was young Alfredo, the pet of
peted with nutritious grasses for queros were caught at the corral life to appease the drunken rage of
the Rancho Loa Alamos, tall and
Don Alfredo’s herds, and nature pro gate. Realizing their deadly peril, the captor.
vided for spring and summer an un they ran on foot toward the ranch
As the liquor worked on the sav fine tor his twelve years, son and
failing profusion of wild flowers that house for muskets. They hoped that age his senses reeled increasingly, heir of his father.
“Alfredo," she cried,
"come
turned the broad fields into a riot of the marauders might stop first at and as if glutted with bloodshed,
purple and gold, imperial in beauty. the corral to run off horses. But the he ordered the Dona stripped of her quick! I am Monica! Quick, quick!"
Overlooking this inviting prospect Indians were after more than clothing and driven from the house
He ran to her. As he stared, dis
rose the wooded foothills, like the horses.
In the interval the buildings had all mayed at the sight of his uncon
frame of a picture, dignified in the
Despite the speed of their pur been gutted, and. capering before scious mother, Monica clasped him
distance by the heights of the ma suers the frantic Spaniard and his the house, the drunken savage ar in her arms. Hardly had the word
jestic Sierras.
fleet cowboys, each of them already rayed In Don Alfredo's hat ordered “Indians!” passed her lips when,
flinging down his gun, he threw him
The ranch house had been built on hit but not disabled, by murderous the ranch buildings burned.
an elevation that commanded a view arrows, managed, breathless, to
Fires were set. Flames were soon self on the breast of his mother,
of both the ocean and the hill coun make the front door of the house. rising in every direction. Drunken raining kisses on her closed eyes
Don Alfredo sprang at the thumb Indians danced about the flames and calling to her passionately to
try.
Don Alfredo had developed the latch to throw open the door.
and shot arrows into the burning speak.
Monica, kneeling beside him, told
rancho and built the ranch house to
He gave a loud cry. The door was houses; others, mounting, made
welcome his Spanish bride, now barred from the inside. He raised ready to run off the horses from the the boy in broken sentences of the
Dona Juana, the mother of his chil his voice in a mighty shout, his com corral. The chief, securing the two fearful tragedy of the brief hour
dren. two little girls of six and eight panions joining in. With only sec fainting girls on a spare pony head after he had left the rancho to hunt
years and one older brother. Dona onds left before the yelling horse ed for the mountains, hardly looked quail in the near-by foothills.
Juana had brought from Spain men should be upon them the three back at the complete ruin of what.
She eut short Alfredo's frantic
the culture and traditions of Spanish desperate men threw themselves
grief. "Now." she exclaimed, “you I
centuries, and at the presidio in with all their force against the
must be a man. Alfredo! As fast as
San Diego, in the gatherings at the barred door—in vain. It had been
i you can. run to the presidio for help.
rancho, or when a more formal fes the boast of the Rancho Los Alamos
Send the soldiers! Quick! Quick!"
tivity called for a bailie in town that no foe, however powerful, could
“But my sisters? Tell me!”
Dona Juana was notable among break through that door.
“Gone. Alfredo! The Indians have
beautiful women for gaiety and
j stolen them. The soldiers! The sol
Only a moment of life was left to
charm.
diers! Make haste! Help me save
the distracted Don to wonder,
In her necessarily crude Califor amazed, at why his own door had
i your mother."
nia surroundings, far from the state been thus barred against him. The
ly repose of Estramadura and Ma next moment he and his men lay
CHAPTER 11
drid. Dona Juana confessed to only on the porch, shot through and
one feeling of uneasiness: that was through with arrows. The foremost
The morning sun was high, but
what her devoted Don Alfredo of their pursuers, springing from
the padre m his brown woolen habit
termed an "unreasonable" fear of ponies, were already astride their
I plodded steadily on. sustained by
mountain Indians, who at long in victims, hacking their bodies with
the thought that Rancho Los Ala- '
tervals made forays on the ranchos knives as they glutted their fury
mos could now be only a little way
to steal horses.
and grunted at each stab into the
ahead. There, he promised himself,
It was only gradually that she bodies of their dying victims.
he would find rest, a little refresh
overcame this fear. But the sun
ment and some pleasant conversa
In less time than the telling, it
shine and the peace of her imme was over. The brown tile of the
tion with Don Alfredo and his lovely
diate surroundings, the care she de portico was a shambles. The sav
wife. Dona Juana, before he contin
voted to her children and the al ages.
frenzied
with
triumph,
ued his southward journey with the
ways affectionate solicitude of her dragged the bodies from the door,
patient Indian neophyte now trudg
husband, were powerful sedatives and the chief, his hands dripping
ing by his side.
for her peace of mind.
with the blood of Don Alfredo,
Hardly
had
the
pleasurable
It was thus that the years of moth pounded on the door and shouted in
thought crossed his mind when the
erhood passed for Dona Juana. Her his Indian tongue.
neophyte halted and. cupping his left
own maid was an alert mission In
The door was promptly flung open.
hand above his eyes, looked toward
dian named Monica. Monica, like The savages, rushing into the house,
the hills beyond the river.
her mistress, was of an apprehen rap to the bedrooms. There were
Padre Vicente Pasqual paused.
sive temperament; she had even four. The Indian houseboy, Yosco,
"What do you see, Diego?"
less confidence in the Sierra Indians who had barred the door to his mas
“Smoke. Padre.”
than Dona Juana herself.
ter. opened it to the murderers and
“What smoke? I see none.”
The older of the two girls bad pointed with eager, cunning eyes to three hours before, had been the
Diego pointed. “Across the river.
Consistently Inconsistent?
Rather Why Not
grown to be eight when her mother the room of Don Alfredo.
famed Rancho Los Alamos.
Toward Alamos. Smoke.”
Inconsistency
is the only thing
I
had
rather
it
should
be
asked
made ready for a little house party,
Within the room there were more
Monica, her shriveled features
"Your eyes are younger than
why I had not a statue, than why in which men are consistent.—Ho
a valecito casero. On the day be whites to be butchered. Don Alfre streaming with grief, had crept mine, Diego. I see no smoke."
ratio Smith.
fore the invitations were sent out do's wife, clasping in each arm a down to the river after her mistress
White spirals of smoke were ris I had one.—Cato.
by messenger. Monica came to her young daughter, was on her knees had been stripped of her clothing. ing lazily and swaying dreamily in
mistress with disquieting news. before a pitying statue of the Bless Hidden under her arm. she carried the hot sunshine.
Dona Juana was seated in the patio ed Virgin, calling distractedly for a dress. Escaping the roaming eyes
“It is smoke,” repeated the Indian
facing the garden. The two children protection. The chief dashed toward of the marauding savages, she solemnly.
were gathering flowers.
her. His hatchet was uplifted to worked her way stealthily down
“There is no matanza, nothing to
The elder ran to her mother with cleave her skull when, shrieking along the river, keeping under the cause smoke at Los Alamos. But '
ORIGINAL ROCERS
a pretty bloom and a question. aloud. Monica, the Indian maid, shelving bank until the ranch house we shall soon be there. Lower your
“What is this one, Madre mia?”
dashed through the crowding war and Indians were out of sight.
pack a moment and rest your shoul
SILVERPLATE
"That, Carmelita, is a Mariposa, riors and seized the chiefs arm.
Leaving the river bed, she hurried ders."
a beautiful flower. I am glad you
He turned and struck her to the through a field of barley that partly
“I am not weary, Padre. Let us .
found one."
floor with his fist. Before he could hid her from sight until she reached go on.”
Before Teresa, the younger girl, turn again and bring his hatchet on the trail to town and, turning into
Curiosity was stronger than a
could bring a rival for her sister's the Dona’s head Monica had sprung this, ran at top speed. It was along sense of fatigue with the Indian. He |
posy Monica came running down to her feet and grasping his enraged this trail that she knew she must quickened his pace. Smoke at Los
Alamos—Diego said no more, but |
from the house. She ignored her arm, pleaded for her mistress' life. look for her mistress.
pets, the little girls, and spoke in He struck her off and turned again,
Monica bad not far to seek for the he thought much.
with hatchet uplifted. But the two unhappy Dona. She lay partly on
low tones to her mistress.
Just before the ranch buildings of
Dona Juana started. "Where did screaming little girls clasped their her face in the hollow within which Los Alamos were to come into view
arms about their mother’s head.
you hear this?” she asked.
she had striven to hide her terrible Diego stood still. "I am afraid.
"From Manuelo, the cook. You I The infuriated butcher tried to plight The devoted maid cried out Padre.” he said slowly, "we shall ,
know, señora, he has a boy, Yosco. tear them away. They screamed as she ran to her, dropping to her see the work of bad Indians at Los
I do not trust that boy. Manuelo is the more and clung the closer to knees and hugging the trembling Alamos.”
“What do you mean, my son?”
honest—he has warned us before. their mother. Monica once more body in her arms while she wet it
"Bad Indians.”
I think Yosco gets his news secretly threw herself upon the savage. The with tears. She spoke to the hardly
"Yes. but what?”
from a renegade mission Indian and lust for killing momentarily passed. conscious woman.
The Dona's
They followed the trail through a
The beauty in the uplifted, terror- wealth of golden hair swept over her
tells his father.”
"When does Manuelo say the at stricken faces of the girls gave him shoulders down to her waist as if field of wheat “Look.” Diego point
another thought He thrust the pant in protest against the outrageous ed. The ruins of Rancho Los Ala
tack will take place?”
ing Monica away, ordered the moth treatment inflicted on her and to pro mos were in full view.
Padre
“He does not know—but soon.”
Dona Juana left Monica with the er of the girls bound and, with the tect so far as it might her out Pasqual stared in amazement and
Jasf the thing for wrving salads,
children and returned to the bouse. savages who had crowded after him, raged sensibilities. Her half-closed grief. His staff dropped from his
desserts, vegetables, gravies, etc.
She found Don Alfredo in his office, ran from room to room, searching eyes, as Monica turned her face grasp. His hands parted in horror.
cleaning his carbine for a hunt
for more victims.
Imagine it! Getting this lovely serving
upward and begged pathetically for
“Merciful God!” he cried in ago
spoon in the new and romantic Orange
"Alfredo,” said his wife, "Monica
Every corner of the premises was a word of recognition, gave no an ny. "What has been here?” He fell i
Blossom pattern at such a saving! And
tells me an Indian outbreak is com searched till the hidden guns and swer to the weeping maid. The lips on his knees, and. with face uplifted
adding the rest of tbo tomplrfo trrruo the
ing. You know, they always attack powder of the rancho were found, of her mistress did indeed move, and eyes sightless, prayer poured
lame way! Knives,forks,spoons,rwryM/ag/
the outlying ranchos first Monica and these, with many grunts and but only in incoherent mutterings. from his trembling lips.
Do not confute this with similar offers.
thinks we should go in at once to the yells, were taken out of doors for the With the superhuman strength of the
It was some moments before he
For this is Original Rogrri plate, carrying
presidio, Alfredo, and stay till the chief. Wines and brandies were dis Indian, Monica succeeded in getting could compose himself. He held out
ACTUA .
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danger is over.”
covered. With bottles and demi the protection of the dress she car a hand for Diego’s help—the padre’s
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Don Alfredo showed impatience. johns to their mouths the attackers ried on her mistress' quivering form knees were old—and. regaining his
Why Offer Is Mode
"Monica is always bringing some poured fiery potions down their and laid her tenderly back, staring feet beside the silent Indian, took
We make this offer as a special induce
cock-and-bull story about an attack. throats, grabbing the bottles from with meaningless eyes into the from his hand the crude staff. "We
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She had the same story a year ago, one another until they were stag cloudless sky.
must hasten. Diego, hasten.” he ex
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and there was no attack.”
gering around in every stage of
Monica herself, wild with despair, claimed unsteadily. "Why do you
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"True, Alfredo. But we learned drunkenness.
began again to pray, her arms lifted hesitate—why?”
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afterward they were frightened
The chief grew even more vicious toward heaven as was her mistress’
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Buy some today and send at once
away by the bonfires Don Santiago
for your serving spoon. With it,
built and by the noise he made.”
we ll send full instructions for
Her husband scoffed. “And are
completing your set of thia
these the savages we are to run
exquisite, enduring silver-
plate.
away from, who are scared by bon
fires and by the noise Don Santiago
Send Now! Today!
makes at Tia Juana when he is half
Just shave the trade
drunk? It is nonsense, Juana; pay
marks from 6 Sunk ist
no attention to these old wives'
Oranges with a par
tales.” But Don Alfredo's assurance
ing knife and send
did not set his wife’s forebodings at
with 25c and your
irest.
She abandoned her plans
name and address
to Sunkist, Dept.
for the house party.
406 Meriden, Conn.
On the evening of the following
This offer good
Saturday—Monica's first alarm had
only in U.S.A.
come on Monday—the Indian woman
came to her mistress and Don Al
fredo, begging them to heed her. |
With tears in her eyes she told them
Bowie's inseparable companions, the lanky
the Indians would surely attack. She
Yes. today is the day you meet the spirited
urged that they leave at once for
Missourian. Ben Paradole, and Simmie, the
Carmen, Spanish heroine of this great
the presidio and safety. Dona Juana
faithful
Indian guide. And today in the very
was so seriously affected by the
Western love story. And today is the day
threat of danger to her children that
opening chapter you'll thrill to the first of
you also meet youthful Henry Bowie, Texas
her husband reluctantly consented
many
exciting adventures that will hold
pioneer scout who one day comes to lore
to go to the presidio until the threat
ened danger had passed.
your interest in the weeks to come.
the gracious señorita. And you will meet
Sunday morning, after a hurried
breakfast and with all preparations
★
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for departure made, Don Alfredo,
with two vaqueros, went down to
the corral.
They were lassoing
horses for the trip when they heard
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