Southern Oregon miner. (Ashland, Or.) 1935-1946, August 16, 1940, Page 6, Image 6

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A fortnight later, with a good part
his demeanor, despite his rough
garb, a silent dignity that would of the tallow and hides marketed
"I welcome the chance, senor. to move any woman to the respect and normal days resumed at Guada­
lupe. Bowie spoke to Don Ramon
lay your honorable words before from which affection must stem.
in the office. “I’ve wanted for some
Carmen and—I shall dare to say”—
time to take a trip up to Sutter's
Dona Maria spoke the words with
CHAPTER XI
Fort I have some old friends up
gracious charm—"I trust the mat­
I met a couple of them
ter may have a happy ending. Car­
About a week later Carmen’s there.
men is going to Monterey tomorrow Aunt Ysabel appeared at the rancho once at Yerba Buena, and I prom­
to do some shopping. She means for a visit One evening just be­ ised before I came to Guadalupe
to ask you to take her. It will be fore dinner she. Carmen and Bowie to pay them a visit"
"Of course, senor—whenever you
best now to send Pedro with her. became involved in a rather sharp
So, senor, for two or three days— conversation. Ysabel's sharp tongue like and stay as long as you like.
patience!"
had pricked the Texan's sensibili­ Though we shall be very glad, in­
Bowie remained with some of his ties. She said exactly what she deed. to welcome you back.”
“My stay will be indefinite, Don
vaqueros along the river nearly all pleased and had positive opinions.
that day. Then, to kill time through Some of these Bowie disliked but Ramon. I do not plan to come
the rancho supper hour, he rode made little effort to oppose—his back.”
"Not come back!"
over to Santa Clara and visited with mind was filled with other reflec­
Bowie shuffled a bit; there was a
Padre Martines, who, poor man. tions. Once or twice, indeed, de
tone of amazement and reproach in
had more trouble to face than his did openly disagree with her.
young visitor had—though it did
His objections precipitated a live­ Don Ramon's words that made it
not so seem to Bowie.
ly discussion between the two. Once, bard for him to proceed.
“Not at least for the present
'This government.” exclaimed when this seemed to threaten the
the padre mildly, "they want to con­ peace of the trio. Carmen intervened Don Ramon.”
Don Ramon pleaded, but without
fiscate—secularise, they call it—ev­ on Bowie’s side. This resulted in a
ery mission in California. What. pointed reprimand from Tia Ysabel, effect He sought his wife in con­
Senor Bowie, becomes of my poor who objected to a callow girl's ex­ sternation. Dona Maria listened but
explained all before Don Ramon had
Indians?”
pressing views on any subject
done. "It is Carmen." she said,
Bowie had little use for any Mex­
Both Carmen and Bowie laughed
ican government “It is too bad. this off. He noticed how pleasant nodding regretfully. "No man—most
Padre. But no honest man ever it was to be laughing with her— of all. a man like Senor Bowie—
came in contact with that bunch of then he hardened his heart Car­ could sit at the table day after day
grafters without getting robbed. I men, too, found something agree­ with a señorita he loved, after she
only wish it were in my power to able in siding with her rejected had refused him. Ramon. You
help you. But I am a foreigner—an suitor.
After all—it was just a
Americano, they call me. I insist thought—perhaps she had decided
I am a Tejano.”
rather quickly.
He supped with the padre and
Following dinner, the embers of
rode home later. He escaped seeing
the flreg of the conversation flamed
Carmen in this way and next morn­
in the living room. After mild ef­
ing took his saddle very early, after
forts on the part of the peaceable
giving Pedro particular instructions
host and hostess to check the heat
for insuring the safety of his charge
of Auntie, they gave up, and Tia
for the trip to Monterey. In the end Ysabel held forth.
Bowie told Pedro to take Sanches
"Senor Bowie and I were talking
along with him.
about Mexico and Texas this after­
"But I can’t find Sanches.” said noon,” said Ysabel to Don Ramon.
Pedro. “He has been missing for
“I hope you agreed on every­
a day.”
.
thing,”
responded
her brother
"Missing? What do you mean?”
peacefully.
Pedro could offer no explanation.
"If you said 'disagreed,' Senor
“He rode into the hills yesterday
Bowie and I could agree on one
morning. He has not returned."
point at least He is a very courte­
"No matter." said Bowie. ’Take ous antagonist, and I admire his
one of the other boys. The Seño­ sincerity. But I tell him—he is so
rita must be carefully escorted.”
much younger than I—that he has
Of what had taken place at Guad­ some things to learn. This republic
alupe the day before, Bowie knew of Texas, do you know what is be­
nothing, though its events concerned hind it all, Don Ramon?”
him vitally.
"No. and to tell the truth, dear
Carmen was caught wholly by sister, I am not vitally interested to
surprise. She listened carefully, but know.”
her cheeks mantled and her eyes
"But you should be!” bristled Tia
revealed that she was startled. She YsabeL "I have been told that that
caught her breath Imperceptibly. republic has even sent emissaries to
“Carmen will not think of
For a moment she could not speak. California to suggest that we join
marriage.”
“Of course, dearest, it is a sur­ the insurrectos. Can you imagine?"
prise.”
continued
her
mother.
Bowie, who had lighted a ciga­
“Though not perhaps as great a one rette. gazed innocently and thought­ couldn’t expect it It is too bad for
to us as it is to you.”
fully into the fire. "What’s behind us. But you argue with him in
As her first surprise died away that Texas rebellion is this,” con­ vain.”
The final words somehow or other
Carmen's expression grew grave. tinued the fast-tongued spinster. "A
"You no doubt will want time to junta of proslavery American poli­ held themselves back until Bowie
think this over, my child,” her ticians cooked up a scheme to set halted at the door, ready to ride
mother went on.
"Sleep over it up a slavery empire in the South, away. Don Ramon with cordial pro­
tonight.”
taking in Texas and Cuba, mind you. testations had said good-by; Dona
"Oh. my Mother,” exclaimed Car­ and splitting away from the United Mana came out on the porch and
men, "that is not necessary.”
States. Spanish laws are so old down the steps toward Bowie. He
"Not necessary? Is your mind so fashioned and degrading that they slipped instantly from his saddle
soon made up?”
forbid human slavery: hence these and stood before her, hat in hand.
“I know why you go, senor," Dona
The girl’s face set in a fixed re­ high-minded Texas patriots struck
“I regret it
solve. “What Senor Bowie asks is off the base shackles of Mexico and Maria said simply.
quite impossible. Mother dear. I Spanish law so they could have a more than I am saying. Wherever
will never under any circumstances nice little slavery empire of their you go you will have warm hearts
marry an Americano. I do not wish own! Well, Senor Bowie knew noth­ at Guadalupe, interested in your
to wound him unnecessarily. Say ing of all this, but it is the truth. welfare. And prayers will go up
here a long time for your safety."
to him that Carmen has no thought His heroes have clay feet.”
"You are much too kind, dear
of marriage; that she thanks him
Bowie sat unmoved. "Most he­ Dona Maria,” replied Bowie steadi­
for his offer; that she feels honored
roes have,” he said calmly. "Dona ly. “The happiest days of my life
by it, but as to marriage—no.”
Ysabel states the Mexican side well; have been spent under your gracious
She spoke rapidly and as if de­
but it is only one side. The Ameri­ roof. And if you ever feel a dire
termined to brook no discussion, yet
cans could say something too.”
need—which God forbid—for my
her mother, who perhaps uncon­
"But would anybody
believe presence here, I shall come if I am
sciously inclined toward the bronzed
them? Look at their record. Haven’t alive.”
frontiersman, persisted.
they robbed everyone they could lay
"Far be it from me, dearest, to
their hands on?” she exclaimed,
Bowie left Guadalupe stonyheart­
seek to influence your decision—yet
biting off her words.
“The poor ed. His impulse was to put as many
the ground of it does surprise me.
Indians—how haven’t they been miles as possible between himself
Such unions not infrequently occur
plundered! Look at poor Mexico! and the scene of bls one great
among us.”
Robbed of Texas. Now they try to
"Perhaps it is so, and perhaps lay hands on Mexican California! failure.
With his three ponies, that being
they turn out well,” admitted Car­ Heaven forbid! They will corrupt
as
many as Don Ramon Auld per­
men. "But with my feelings against our people and ruin our civiliza­
suade him to take, he rode to Mon­
them as brutal interlopers; their
tion!”
terey to talk to Larkin. The latter
cold-blooded murder of the only man
"Ysabel!” protested Don Roman was in Yerba Buena. Bowie rode on
1 would have married had he lived—
with dignity. “Spare us. You seem up the peninsula to find him. The
Oh, these people are intolerable!
to forget the presence of our own town was not so large as to make
Though I have nothing personally
Americano.”
it difficult to happen on the Ameri­
against Senor Bowie, yet he, too, is
can.
He encountered him at Vio-
Bowie
raised
his
band.
"Pardon,
brutal. I saw it the other day where
he would have dragged that drunken Don Ramon,” he interposed lazily, get’s. and with him was a nervous
“if you refer by chance to me, I am and active young man who spoke
Fremont marauder to death.”
Dona Maria perceived it was use­ not an American.” A restrained but with a foreign accent—Captain John
less to argue. "As you will. Car­ growing emphasis marked his words A. Sutter.
Sutter looked at Bowie with the
men dear It is your future and you as he added, “I am a Tejano, a
are well able to decide the ques­ citizen of the republic of Texas— interest with which old Frederick
something quite different.”
William of Prussia would regard a
tion. Kiss me good night.”
"Different,” snapped Tia Ysabel, likely recruit for his regiment of
In the morning Bowie was in the
In
saddle early. Carmen was on her “but no better. A land of rebels— phenomenally tall grenadiers.
way to Monterey when he got back Texas!” she exclaimed contemptu­ Bowie he saw precisely the type of
frontiersman he wanted for his
to the ranch house. And Dona Ma­ ously.
Bowie was hard to ruffle—out­ grandiose enterprise up the Sacra­
ria sent for him.
"Oh, Senor Bowie,” she began, wardly. "Rebels, if you will,” be mento River—youth, strength and
"Carmen will not think of marriage. retorted evenly. "But at the worst, a poise that promised resource un­
She insists she is too young. 1 re­ rebels against a vile government. der pressure.
The three men adjourned to a
mind her that her mother was mar­ Our Tejanos should have marched
ried younger than she. Where do on Mexico City and horsewhipped rear room where Sutter ordered
girls nowadays get their ideas? I every member of the disreputable Heidsleck, and the three sipped and
can’t understand it. But she seems junta. I would except only Santa chatted nearly the whole afternoon.
determined not to marry. Believe Ana. He shouldn’t be horsewhipped. Bowie tried two or three times to
me, dear Senor Bowie, I did my He should be torn to pieces by wild break away but could not. Larkin,
best, for both Don Ramon and I horses. I beg. Don Ramon, that I despite Bowie’s efforts to shut him
hold you in high esteem. Her de­ may be excused,” he added coolly. off, told Sutter about Bowie’s Indian
cision was so hasty. I told her so. “I have orders to give for the round­ affairs—the stories of which had
long ago reached Monterey.
But she has grieved deeply over up tomorrow.”
After this disclosure Sutter clung
His withdrawal left Dona Ysabel
the murder of her sweetheart, Senor
de Haro, at the hands of Ameri­ somewhat nonplused. But her re­ to Bowie like Mustard to a stot;
canos—she feels bitterly toward all sourcefulness did not desert her. nothing would do but that Bowie
Americanos. But give her a little “Certainly,” she observed magiste­ must come up to the fort The Tex­
time, senor. Young girls change rially, "the young Tejano has an refused all offers of an immedi­
ate contract but, unable to escape
their minds so easily. Do not lose spirit.”
"You have hurt him, Ysabel,” otherwise, gave the magnetic ad­
courage.”
venturer a promise that he would
Try as the kindly Dona Maria would remonstrated Don Ramon.
"Hurt him,” echoed his sister. visit him upriver within a few
to soften the verdict, she saw how
"No more than he has hurt me. He weeks.
bitter a blow it was to the Texan.
Sutter had in his mind the appre­
He made no comment. But as he is positively abusive. He certainly
rose, hat in hand, and in a few does not need anyone to salve his hension that Bowie, in passing Fre­
words thanked Dona Maria for her wounds. I should say he is quite mont's camp which lay enroute,
might be coaxed Inta joining bls
kindness, she thought there was in able to take care of himself!”
CHAPTER X—Continued
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Friday, August 16, 1940
SOUTHERN OREGON MINER
’ scouts: but Larkin later assured
him that his alarm was groundless
since Bowie had no love either for
Fremont or his expedition.
It did. in fact, come about that
Bowie visited the Fremont camp on
his way to the fort. Sutter had in­
geniously made as sure as he could
of Bowie’s visit by taking the extra
ponies up the river on his supply
boat.
When Bowie appeared at Fre­
mont's quarters he was promptly
arrested as a spy, which did not in­
crease his affection for the sensa­
tional adventurer. The guard that
detained him attempted to disarm
him. This proving embarrassing to
his captors, they led him to Fre­
mont's quarter. Fremont, busy, as
usual, about nothing of importance,
had no time to interview the spy.
But while Bowie stood outside the
tent, an armed guard on each side,
two of the general's scouts came up.
One of these was stopped by the
sergeant of the guard, who poured a
story into his ear about the captive.
“Who is he?” asked the scout,
looking at the prisoner.
"That's what I don't know, but I
suspect he's one of General Castro’s
spies; the country's full of ’em. He
says he’s from Texas. He gave up
his rifle, but when I tried to take
his pistol and his knife he got ugly.
I didn't want no shooting round
headquarters so I let him keep 'em.”
The scout eyed the spy closely.
"Well, if he's the man I think he is,
I wouldn't want any shooting with
him either."
He stepped forward and put out
his hand for the spy to take. "Henry
Bowie, what you doin' here?"
"You'd better tell me. Kit Car-
son. what you're doing here with this
fool outfit."
e
"Shake hands, you old desert rat.
This man,” explained Carson to the
crestfallen sergeant, "is a Texan.
Why, man. he's from the Staked
Plain. He’s no spy. Get him his
rifle, you bum . . . Henry.” he
ran on. “I heard you was out this
way—kind of lookin' to run into you
sometime, somewhere. Well, what
you doin' for yourself? Huntin', I
reckon. No matter what you're do­
in’, Henry. I got a better job for
you. And say, I heard you’re tot­
ing one of them new-fangled six-
shootin' pistols."
“Where’d you hear that. Kit?"
"On the trail som'mers — don't
know where. Let's see the contrap­
tion, Henry."
It was the first revolver Carson
had ever seen. He looked, listened
and examined the new firearm while
men crowded around the two scouts,
wild to see the new gun and get it
actually in their own hands.
The upshot of the meeting was
that Carson Insisted on Bowie's
waiting to meet Fremont; he had
already gone into the tent with a
word for the general's ear to ac­
quaint him with the newcomer.
“I knowed that scout when he was
a little shaver—everybody in Texas
knows the Bowies My brother Mose
and this boy grew up together, you
might say. Hates Injuns and greas­
ers like pizen. If you esn get him
to trail South with us. he's worth a
troop o’ cavalry—knows the coun­
try, the folks, well liked and fights
like a wildcat.”
"Hold him.” growled Fremont
“1'11 get him.”
Outside, when Carson rejoined
Bowie, the talk went on. Carson
talked eloquently of the importance
of Fremont's campaign to Califor­
nia and its people and of the deter­
mination of every man in his ranks
to fight to the death against any
attempt of England to take posses­
sion of this prize of the Pacific coast
He promised fat pay.
Bowie smiled. “Kit, do you mean
the kind of promises to pay he gives
Californians every time he steals
their horses and cattle?”
“Steals?” echoed Carson Indig­
nantly. “What do you mean?”
“That's what honest men call it
He took three hundred head of
horses a few weeks ago from the
Guadalupe Rancho. Nat Spear says
the paper he gave Don Ramon ain’t
worth the ink on it I heard all
about it at Yerba Buena last week.”
“To the devil with Nat Spear. I
know he pays us boys and pays us
well. And no soldiering, no camp
work, Henry. We're scouts, and sol­
dier boys wait on us.”
Bowie listened with simulated pa­
tience; yet his tempter seemed to
feel he was holding something back.
Finally Bowie spoke.
"That all
sounds fine, Kit. But I’d like to ask
you just one thing before I say more.
Why did you shoot the unarmed
De Haro boys when they were cross­
ing the river to visit your camp?”
The blunt question took Carson
aback. He seemed to color even
under the bronze of his fine fea­
tures. The two men were sitting
frontier-fashion astride a fallen log.
Bowie was looking straight into Car­
son’s eyes.
“Henry, did you hear about that
too? Darned sorry it happened, but
we was in a box. The old man’s
orders was to take no prisoners.
When I seen the boys and Berreyesa
acoming I asked him flat out, Hen­
ry, what I should do. He come
straight back with, 'Take no pris­
oners. We got no room for pris­
oners.’ He’d been crowded pretty
hard for two months. Everything
had gone wrong. I had to obey
orders, Henry, didn’t I?”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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ACCEPTANCE
Morning:
1—Inspection of the house in
which Wendell Willkie win born, I
with special at-
ten lion to exhibits
including:
(a) Milk bottle
broken by the in­
fant Willkie when
he heard for the
BESIDES being a most attrac-
first
time
the
mention of a
tive addition to lawn or garden
name that sounded like “Roose­ in herself, thia cute little sunbon­
velt"; (b) blackboard upon which net girl has practical features too.
he once drew a donkey and scrib- The parasol trellis ahe holds is
bled the words, “This Is a turkey”; ideal for climbing flowers and
(c) faded Mother Goose book with vines. Cut the girl from plywood
page turned to a verse brought up to or other thin lumber with jig, cop­
date as follows:
ing or keyhole niw, add the trellis,
Old Mother Hubbard went to the cup­ then paint according to the direc­
board
tions given on puttern Z9112, IS
To get her poor doggie a bone;
cents. General cutout instructions
When she got there the cupboard accompany this pattern. Send or­
was bare—
der to:
The New Deal had skinned it by
phone.
• • •
AUNT MARTHA
3—Short talk by nursemaid who
remembers distinctly that as a child
in arms Willkie had the kind of per­
sonality that made her give him a
lollipop when the doctor ordered !
paregoric.
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3— Reception by Mr. and Mrs.
Frank McCarthy, present tenants of
the old Willkie home, marked by
frequent exclamations by both, "If
we'd ever had an idea of this we'd
never have taken the place!”
4— Address by the mayor of El- | Want some juice-appetisers? Try
wood:
"Home Town Boy Makes the following juice combination:
Good."
Tomato and clam, tomato und
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pineapple, grapefruit and orange,
5— Sight-seeing tour through busi­ grapefruit und grapcjuice^ lemon
ness area, with special attention and cherry, apple and piKeapple,
to the cobbler's shop where Willkie's prune and orange, raspberry and
shoes were repaired, and the bar­ lemon, und grapefruit and cherry
bershop where he was first shaved —with a bit of chopped mint.
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and In which the barber is still trying <
Add a few salted peanuts to the
chocolate sauce you serve over ice
cream or sherbets.
HOUSEHOLD
QUESTIONS
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When frying don’t put in the
article to be fried until the fat is
still and a faint smoke is seen ris­
ing from the pan.
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Browned pears make delicious
to argue him into getting his hair
cut some day. Review of places garnishes for veal or pork chops.
Allow half a pear to a portion.
featuring Wendell Willkie Humbur
gers. Wendell Willkie Barbecue j Dip each pear into flour and brown
Lunch. Wendell Willkie Haberdash­ it m a little fat in a frying pan.
ery. and the “Wendell Willkie Punch Sprinkle with salt, pepper and
—Positively One to a Customer.”
cinnamon.
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Noon to 1 p. m.:
Iron rust may be removed from
Band concert on the Elwood white material with sour milk.
• • •
Green.
Selections: “Banks of the Wa­
Cold air drops and hot rises.
bash,” “Inquisitions of the Poto­ The compartment of the refrigera­
mac," "I'm on My Way,” "Throw tor under the ice chamber is,
'Em Down McClusky." “Just a Lit­ therefore, always the coldest part
tle White House Built for Two.”
of the refrigerator.
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2 p. m.:
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Athletic Events at Gallaway park. !
Jellied chicken broth often ap­
Greased Pole Climb: Bob Taft.
peals to invalids during warm
Escaping From Locked Trunk weather. Mix 1 tablespoon granu­
Demonstration: Mr. Willkie.
lated gelatin in 3 tablespoons of
Throwing the 100-Pound Racket: | cold water. After 3 minutes dis­
Thomas Dewey.
solve in two cups of boiling, well-
Boxing Rodeo: Mr. Frank Gan­ seasoned chicken stock. Pour into
nett vs. the whole New Deal.
individual molds and chill until
Sack Race: Original Willkie for ¡ flrm. When stiffened cut into 1-
President men vs. alternates.
inch cubes and pile in glass sher­
Wrestling Events: Charlie Mc­ bet cups. Sprinkle with minced
Nary vs. Past Performances; Mr. parsley mixed with a little lemon
Willkie vs. the field.
juice.
3 p. m.:
Parade.
Section 1—Republicans Who Had !
Just About Given Up Hope.
Section 2—Republicans Who Had
Crying «palla, Irritable
Definitely Given Up Hope.
i narran dua to FunrtU.aal
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"monthly" pain ahould find
Section 3—Battle-scarred Tories.
• rani "woman'* friand1' In Lydia E. I*iak-
Section 4—Businessmen's Clubs of
bam'i V*c*tabto Compound. Try IU
America (on stretchers).
Section 5—Budget Balancers (in
ambulances).
Section 6 — Thrift Clubs <on
crutches).
Time for Good
Section 7—Efficiency Experts (by
That which is good to be done,
proxy).
cannot be done too soon.
Section 3- Brass bands playing the
theme song, "Heaven Help the Poor
Businessman; the New Deal Never
Will."
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WEARY DESPONDENT
GIRLS
Lydia LPinkhMi’sSSÄl
4 p. m.:
Mr. Willkie accepts the nomina
tion at Elwood high school while his
school teachers shake their heads
and whisper, "You could knock us
over with a feather."
5 to •:
Dancing, cold snacks and
ments over the Gallup poll.
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argu­
SUMMER PORTRAIT
Hills and dales
A/id cars with banners
Full of folks
With rotten manners.
• • •
Add similes: As ironic as the Idea
of Pierre Laval putting other French
leaders on trial for making mis­
takes.
• • •
Adolf Hitler has sent to Mussolini
as a gift a train of three armored
cars equipped with 16 anti-aircraft
guns in the hope “that it may ac­
company you In the future to protect
your life.” This would indicate that
the reaction to those balcony
speeches isn't what it used to be.
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Out of 000,000 tulip bulbs planted
by the city of New York in a spe­
cial Riverside drive garden 800,000
failed to come up. A'.'er that wa
don’t feel so futile about the daffodil
bed.
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