Page 6 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 —IS— 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) . i J i ' I ; ; 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. • • • Box IM W RaOSM City, Me. Encinar IS cants tor nach pattern deslrnd. Pattern No.............. ..... Name ••••••••••••••••••••••••••»•••• Addrr■* •••••••••••••«••••••••••••••• 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 • • • 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. o • • 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 • • • 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. • o • 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. • • • • e • 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. • 2 p. m.: • • • 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 ■ "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