Friday, June 14, 1940 SOUTHERN OREGON MINER Page 6 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 . the written guarantee of International danger is over.” covered. With bottles and demi­ the protection of the dress she car­ a hand for Diego’s help—the padre’s Silver Co., world's largest silversmiths! SIZE ' 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 OÎ ment for you to try Sunkist Oranges, Cali­ She had the same story a year ago, one another until they were stag­ cloudless sky. must hasten. Diego, hasten.” he ex­ F'EC f fornia's finest. They are wonderfully juicy and there was no attack.” gering around in every stage of Monica herself, wild with despair, claimed unsteadily. "Why do you S f/ ...vitamin rich...easy topeel, slice and "True, Alfredo. But we learned drunkenness. began again to pray, her arms lifted hesitate—why?” section... But for Juut ana £rvry fuot -J A / ' ' 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 ★ ★ ★ for departure made, Don Alfredo, with two vaqueros, went down to the corral. They were lassoing horses for the trip when they heard Best for .luice — ✓///