Friday, July 26, 1940 SOUTHERN OREGON MINER AROUND >h. HOUSE oF © Fr»nl H. Spaarman WNU Sarvica A little milk added to the blue water used for lace curtains will launder them beautifully. • • • When freshly washed windows are dry wipe them with tissue pa­ per to make them sparkle. • • • To prevent cauliflower from turning dark while cooking, put a slice of lemon in the water in which it is cooked. Items of Interest to the Housewife A layer or two <«f blotting paper put over grease spots on the well, and a warm Iron laid on top of them, will often take away the marks. As the last day of his stay ap­ without being able to save their tinea, who graduated a surgeon in Spain before he became a mission- proached, Bowie began to wonder vouthful leader. Don Alfredo, wealthy. Spanish owner er. came quickly to our aid—and whether he should catch a Anal The duty of informing Don Ramon of a Southern California rancho, refuaei you seel" Bowie weakly acknowl­ glimpse of the young girl who had of the capture of his nephew was to heed several warnlnf» of a raid by a band of outlaws. Sierra Indiana One day edged his obligation b.v pressing the occupied his thoughts so much since put upon Don Guillermo Castro, eld­ after he has finally decided to seek the hand of Padre Martinez, who sat coming to the rancho. She had been est of the young men. Hat in hand, protection of the nearby mission tor his wife and family, the Indians strike Don beside his bed. and the padre si­ visiting tn Monterey and came home he headed his companions Into ths Alfredo Is killed and his two young lenced Don Francisco by waving the night before Bowie and his living room. The family were, un­ daughters are tom from the arms of the him out of the room and then fol­ scouts took their departure. fortunately, there — Doh Ramon. family's faithful maid. Monica, and ar« carried away to the hills Padre Pas- lowing him. The scene tn the morning as the Dona Maria and Carmen. No soon­ qual. missionary friend of th* family, At the door he encountered Don trio made ready to mount their er had Don Guillermo spoken than arrives at the ruins of the ranch and learns the story of the raid from Monica. Ramon Just coming to speak to Bow­ horses was a lovely one. The sun all seemed to grasp the dread tid­ Shades of pink can be set by After a trying and difficult trip acroaa ie and. in matter of fact, to apolo­ had broken Into flame above the ings at once. the plains and mountains from Texas to gize for exposing his guest's life to Don Ramon sank, crushed. Into a aoakmg in salt water. eastern Sierras and Aung Its billows California, youthful Henry Bowie, a Tex­ Don Ramon brought of gold over the land. They livened chair. Dona Marla burst into tears, as adventurer, with his friends. Ben such danger. Pardaloe and Simmie. an Indian scout, back bis nephew Francisco for the spreading green of the pepper and Carmen, ghastly white, fainted. Never use water that has been eight the party of Indians who have car­ translator. "Only a few words. Pad­ trees and brightened the pink tips of Like wildfire the bad news spread boiled before or has been atunding ried off the two tittle girls The three Texans attack the war party of fifty-odd re." exclaimed Don Ramon. “But the burgeoning oaks to the servant quarters. Guadalupe, in the kettle to make tea. Draw Indians and through a clever ruse, scat­ he saved my life. I must, at least, that night, was a house of mourn­ fresh cold water and let it boil for The family were grouped together. ter the savages to the hills The girls the first time. Water that has Man's Wealth are saved The group makes Its wsy thank him." After good-bys to Don Ramon and ing. out of the hills and meets the distraught boiled before tastes flat, because A man's true wealth is the good Bowie, who in the everyday course It was nearing midnight when a the Dona. Carmen came forward, Monica, the children's maid. The girls of the Ufe of a frontiersman would the air has gone out of it. he docs in the world. are left with Monica and the friendly with her cousin Francisco for In­ clattering of hoofs was heard out­ Padre at a misaton. and the Texans pro­ not have looked on his narrow es­ terpreter. to thank Bowie for the side. Carmen, in the living room, ceed to Monterey Here Bowie completes cape as an extraordinary event, claws. Bowie yielded to an im­ was still trying to comfort her moth­ his business for Gen Sam Houston of Texas, who has commissioned him to de­ found himself the hero of the rancho. pulse and stepped up to Carmen to er; Don Ramon sat gazing into the liver an important message. Bowie de­ Pardaloe and Simmie, shining in the dying fire. He had smoked a final cides to have a look at the wild untamed penumbra of his prestige and though thank her for the Canton Jar. “Since country that California was in the mid­ I can’t take it with me. I have left cigar and given himself over to pain­ dle Nineteenth century Bowie disappears secretly elated at the feat, put on it in the car of Don Francisco.” he ful thoughts. At the sound of horse­ from California but returns eight years airs of indifference among the va­ explained. “It was most kind of men he stirred and, answering a Ister and makes the acquaintance of a friendly Spanish family at the Rancho, queros to intimate that where they you. señorita.” he said, while Don rapping on the door, rose to his feet, Guadalupe He is attracted by the lovely came from such incidents were ev­ Francisco translated, “to think of answering, “Adelante!” Don Ramon Carmen, daughter of Dun Ramon, the eryday occurrences. rancho s owner. Bowie saves Don Ra­ the stranger within the gates. I thought some of the neighbors had The days went slowly, almost shall not forget it” mon's life tn a fierce fight with a huge returned. grizzly bear. painfuUy, for an active man like The visitor strode somewhat for­ He watched her narrowly as Don Bowie. Dona Maria, realizing that Francisco repeated his words, but ward and spoke easily In Spanish. her husband’s life had been spared CHAPTER VI—Continued | her manner was reserved, her smile “You do not remember me. Don through the diversion of the bear's —7— cool. Yet at the end as he turned Ramon. It is more than a year since But Pedro dared take no chances. fury, was unremitting in her solici­ away he thought, perhaps imagined, I have seen you. I am Henry Bow­ His horse was frantic, and he knew tude for the Texan’s comfort. And that a faint Aush crept unwelcomed ie. the Texan " the deadly danger of a wounded when he was ready to sit up. Car­ into her cheeks. The Don’s gloomy features light­ bear. Casting a hasty glance at men sent flowers and a Chinese con­ ened. “Senor!” he cried. "Who “If ever I am happy enough to Delicious Bowie, who lay on his face, he urged fection to him. could be more welcome? I am only revisit Guadalupe . . ." remarked During the impatient days that fol­ his frightened horse closer to the sorry that you find us grief strick ­ Bowie, soliloquizing, as he rode fallen monster of the Sierras. The lowed. Bowie had one faithful at­ with fresh, frozen, away, "I shall certainly have en." vaquero eyed the beast narrowly tendant Don Francisco spent hours Bowie raised his hand. “That la fact. learned to speak Spanish. In while he rode his horse, kicking and at his bedside and entertained him why I am here. The bad news I won't come back till I can." cooked or flinging, around him until be caught with stories of CaUfomia and of his reached me in Monterey tonight I He kept his word. They heard sight of the handle of a bowie people, the rancheros. Bowie was a came down the river this morning knife sunk to the hilt between the good listener. One day while Don from him at Guadalupe. For months with Pardaloe and Simmie. bringing canned fruits after the Texan had ridden away ribs under the left forepaw. The Francisco sat with Bowie a Jar of a batch of furs. They are with me. Canton ginger was sent in with the there came from upriver, almost And I came at once to offer any grizzly lay quite dead. Hastening to Bowie, Pedro slipped compliments of Carmen. Bowie, as­ regularly, choice bits of game from help that I can to my friends. Don from his horse to examine him. suming such indifference as he could Bowie—saddles of venison and elk; Francisco and yourself.” Dust-covered and mangled, the Tex­ muster, asked why Carmen wore Canadian geese, mallard ducks and, Don Ramon recounted briefiy the not infrequently, pelts, from the SWITCH an lay in a rapidly widening pool of ' black. tragedy and said the rancheros were Of north, of the silver-tipped fox. “ She had a sweetheart Don Ra ­ his own blood. His heart was beat­ waiting for daybreak to assembla TO SOMETHING ing faintly, and Pedro, giving hur­ mon de Haro. He had a twin broth­ these there were always two, soft for pursuit. * ried order* to his comrades, raised er .. . Now if you are an admirer tanned and deep piled, for the Dona “You tell me that Pedro was with YOU’LL LIKE! the unconscious man in his arms, of General Fremont,” Don Fran­ and her daughter. him? May I go to the vaquero quar­ ......... "The Texan has the instincts of a pushed up from one ear a flap of cisco interrupted himself to say, ters to speak with him?" “ you would not like to hear this. ” gentleman. ” observed Don Ramon scalp torn from Bowie’s temple, “Stay. He will come here. Car­ MADE BY KELLOGG'S IN BATTLE CHEEK "Fremont,” said Bowie, “means at dinner, one evening, "since he and, shouting for puffballs, plastered men. tell Pepita to call Pedro.” nothing to me. ” exaggerates in his mind the slight the dry spores as best he could When the sleepy-eyed vaquero ap­ over the unconscious man's head. "The brothers, one day this hospitality we have been able to ex­ spring, took a boat at Yerba Buena tend to him and his men. Nor does peared Bowie plied him with rapid shoulders and arms. For Good Reputation Flighty Will to row over to San RafaeL They he forget Padre Martinez, for Pe­ questions. Don Ramon listened, im­ A boy's will is the wind's will, The way to obtain a good repu­ pressed by the ease with which wanted to see Fremont about get- dro tells me that Santa Clara re­ CHAPTER VH tation is to endeavor to be what and the thoughts of youth are long, ting pay for a bunch of steers his ceives much courtesy from him—not Bowie reconstructed, step by step, you desire to appear.—Socrates. long thoughts.—Longfellow. the fatal fight. It was almost as if •lone in gifts of compliment, but— Bowie woke in bed to see a tall men had taken from the De Haro so Pedro says—he and his men have he had been there. bald man in the brown woolen habit rancho. They took with them an helped the padres recover horses old friend. Don Jose de Berreyesa. of a Franciscan padre sitting in a and sometimes cattle, driven off by CHAPTER VIII chair beside him and eying him with to interpret The three men landed thieving Indians.” a suspicion of a smile. As Bowie at San RafaeL and when they were “You say you can And the canyon “The Indians are growing con- opened his eyes the padre raised the seen by Fremont he detailed three i stantly bolder. Don Ramon," said tn the dark?" forefinger of his right hand and laid to meet them and kill them." “Without doubt, senor.” “Kill them?" echoed Bowie, sur­ his nephew indignantly. “I hear it it across his own lips as if to enjoin “And you think you know the prised. on every hand. They raid our neigh­ silence. band? ” already. Soon they will be bors "Listen, ” continued Don Francis ­ “Dos palabros, amigo, no mas!” “Yosco led them, senor. 1 know he said in a low sympathetic voice. co. “One of these three men sent after our horses. Yosco and Stani- “Few words from you for some by Fremont was his scout Kit Car- slaus long ago taught them rebel- him.” Bowie turned to Don Ramon. “Pe­ time yet I want to see some nour­ son. Carson, before he set out lion, They need to be driven out of dro seems sure he can And the ishment for you before you expend asked Fremont whether he should these mountains.” "Don’t undertake it yourself. Don ground of the Aght. We will start at any strength—you left most of that take these three Californians pris­ oners. Fremont growled, 'I’ve got Francisco.” remarked his uncle, once.’’ amigo, in the canyon. “Pedro might easily go wrong on who knew his Aery disposition. "Yes,” he continued, still in Eng­ no room for prisoners.' a night like this, senor. It is rain­ “Carson and his two men dis­ lish, “I know what you want to “Nevertheless, my uncle, you will ing hard.” ask. You were brought back to the mounted about fifty yards from the see them give us trouble if they are Bowie shook his head. “Every ranch bouse, given up for dead. De Haro boys and Berreyesa, who not taught a lesson.” hour is precious if Don Francisco Is were walking up the hill unarmed, When they sent for me at the mis­ Don Francisco proved too good a sion I asked, 'Who is this man?’ 'A and, covering them with rifles, de­ prophet The horse-stealing Indians alive. The Indians will not kill their prisoner before daybreak. Since Texan, mangled by a grizzly,' they liberately shot the three.” did grow bolder. Their depredations Bowie tightened up a little, "Is increased, and they raided the big they drove off the Califomianos they told me. 'A Texan?’ I repeated. And may have remained in the canyon. when they assured me you were, I that the kind of a man Fremont is? ranchos with less fear of conse­ Vamos!" he asked. said. The Texan is not dead; I have quences. Every young Californian “How about carbines, senor?” “Judge for yourself," returned along the foothills was angry. They seen many men torn by grizzlies; "My men are well armed. You, Don Francisco succinctly. but the Texan outlasts the bear.’ demanded something be done by the For a moment Bowie made no soldiers at the mission or the pre­ Pedro, see that your vaqueros have However, I say to you seriously, few carbines with plenty of dry ammu­ words and on your back till we can comment "I've heard some tough sidio. nition—and hatchets and knives. Pe­ get more blood coursing through stories about him,” he said slowly, But the authorities were indolent. dro.” “but nothing to equal that.” your veins.” Following minor depredations at Bowie spoke rapidly. His eager­ “They buried the boys—fine young Bowie lay so utterly weak he could Rancho Pinole, the Indians, embold­ hardly find voice, but speak he fellows—and poor Berreyesa. You ened, ran off. one dark night every ness to get started was most appar­ ent. In the vaqueru quarter Parda- imagine how Californians would. “Padre,” he faid, breathing can saddle horse on the place. Don Jose loe and Simmie. who had gone to y ¿'A with difficulty, "if the bear Is dead felt.” Martinez and his son had to bor- bed. were roused with the vaqueros “I can.” I want my knife, My knife,’’ he row horses from Don Ramon at picked for the rescue party. “Señorita Carmen was wild. Don repeated with an effort, “and my Guadalupe. Ramon and she were not, what you Under the conditions it was not revolver.” The neighbors were infuriated possible to go fast after the beaten say, engaged, but they were deeply For answer the Franciscan rose. They organized a party and set out turned to the bureau in the bedroom, in love. I really believe if she could to recover the horses and chastise trail was left behind, Yet Bowie have got hold of Fremont she would was keenly anxious to make time, took from it the long knife and the the thieves. Don Francisco of Guad­ The party halted for a moment Colt revolver. "They have been have strangled hiim. No wonder she alupe was chosen captain. cared for, amigo, as you see. But hates Americanos.” while Pedro took his bearings, The posse was in the saddle early Bowie's padre surgeon, Martinez, I advise you to rest up for at least "I want to get to the canyon by three months before you resume came often. When the danger had next morning, and two vaqueros daylight, Pedro,” said Bowie. “Push IN FAMOUS with a grizzly . . . That is, indeed, passed he confessed he had greatly tracked the marauders through the on whenever you are sure you're ORIGINAL ROGERS SILVERMATE a knife,” remarked the padre, hold­ feared infection. "But I should have hills to a canyon in the mountains right. But be careful not to get lost. ing up the bowie knife for interested known better,” he said one day. where, toward evening, they charged Except for that, I like the rainy Yea, they're year»—six lovely teaspoons in the new and inspection. “Where did you get it, "Texans are strong blooded, You the Indians in a surprise attack. night. Sabe?” romantic Orange Blossom pattern at a remarkable sav­ may be discharged from my care, amigo?” It was made too hastily, and the ing! And vou can add the rest of cmpltu the “Si, senor.” “The blade was made from a let us see—it is four weeks, You red men, scattering at the onslaught same wtjl Knives, forks, serving sets, mrjibing/ The others of the party were cau­ blacksmith’s file,” returned Bowie are a lucky man, Senor Bowie, What of the rancheros, sent back a cloud tioned to stick close together, to Do not confuse this with similar offers. For this Is of arrows at their pursuers. 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He greeted Bowie warm­ Ramon spoke to Bowie. to peel, slice end section... Btii for Juict tnd P.vtry mtt "You have come to California to fast; but there.were too many In­ canyon entrance an hour later, but ly. “Amigo!” he exclaimed. Buy a supply next time you buy groceries and send at "Thanks to God that you are alive! live. You mean to go upriver to dians. Don Francisco called a re­ the high walls shut out the added once for your six teaapoona. With them we’ll send full instructions for completing your set of this exquisite, Tell me: what happened in that can­ Join Captain Sutter. I have some­ treat, and the Californians slowly daylight, and utmost caution was thing better. If you will become retired from the Aeld. yon?” enduring silverplate. used in threading the winding re­ The padre put up his hand. “He is major-domo of Rancho Guadalupe I As the leader of his little band, cesses. Pedro suddenly halted and SIND NOWI TODAY I lust shave the trademarks from will make you a rich man.” too weak to talk.” Don Francisco was the last to wheel waited for Bowie to come up. "Here 6 Sunkist Oranges with s paring knife and send with "But in a few words,” begged Bowie thanked Don Ramon but from the scene of battle. The young­ 30 cents and your name and address to Sunkist, Dept. is the place, senor," he whispered, shook his head. “I would rather be ster was fearless beyond his years. Don Francisco. 407, Meriden, Conn. This offer good only in U.S.A. pointing to a sharp rock that Jutted Oatrriabt, l»4O. CalUomU mat Oroww. WOiiiw» "In a few words,” responded Bow­ free, Don Ramon. I have always Unhappily, as he spurred after his ie dryly, “we had more or less of a been free. A Texan just naturally comrades, an arrow struck him be­ well up from the canyon floor. “The hates to be tied dowti. Besides, I tween the shoulders. For a moment fight was here." fight.” "Madre de Dios!” exclaimed Don want to see more of this country. It he swayed in his saddle, but before “Then we’d better scout ahead a Francisco. "I would call it more is very wonderful. And — who he had galloped a hundred yards, way to look tor Indians. We’ll go than ’less of a fight.' Pedro has nev­ knows? I might be called back to striving to cling to his horse, he on foot." pitched forward headlong to the er seen so big a bear—no, not in all Texas.” He spoke to Pardaloe and Sim­ Don Ramon did not press his of­ ground. his life, he truly says. But Bowie, mie. "Pedro and I will work ahead, you must know Padre Martinez. He fer. “As you will, senor. Remem­ A score of Indian ho: .emen In has been our surgeon, amigo. We ber, you are always welcome, with hot pursuit yelled in triumph as he Ben,” he explained. "You boys fol­ had none else to call on. Dr. Doane your friends, at Guadalupe. And if fell. His companions turned to at­ low. Keep your priming pans dry." The horses were left with the va­ was in Santa Barbara. Doctors are you honor us again with your com­ tempt a rescue. But the Aghting scarce in California, very scarce. pany I shall be careful not to lead line of pursuers had already passed queros, and the four stole forwarfl We feared you would die from all you Into any more bear traps. You the fallen Don, and the pitifully on foot. tint/ ttsc / the blood you lost. But Padre Mar- have saved my life." few Californians were driven back (TO BE CONTINUED) SYNOPSIS • • • • • • The c nation’s favorite hot-weather breakfast J, 6 TEASPOONS FOR ONLY 50f •• Sunkist CALironniin oranges Best loi .luicr—