Eriday, October 11, 1940
SOUTHERN OREGON MINER
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Booklets in Loose
Leaf Ring Binders
By RUTH WYETII SPEARS
117 HEN EVER I make n trip to
By FRANK H. SPEARMAN
O Fr«nk H. Sp«*rm«a
WNU Servie«
A burst of gunfire flashed from "Do you want to murder the fel
must be rid of their trespassing
and their increasing depredations. the chaparral next the river. Slugs low?”
“Just want to see how many there
No fixed plan was arrived at that whistled through the air. Felipe was
night The men chosen were only hit but not badly. “Charge 'em!” is up there shooting." said Parda
told to look to their arms, their shouted Bowie, and he spurred at loe amiably. And without hesita
ammunition, their mounts, and to the thicket. They rode down the tion he stepped into the doorway
No shot greeted him.
ambush before the three men within himself.
hunt up a few knots for torches.
Bowie understood the value of sus it could reload. Short work was “Jus's 1 thought; jus* two uv ’em
pense to worry defenders of a post made. Two of the men were stopped there. Look here." he said, shak
and made no move to leave the and bound. The third, dodging rap ing the squatter savagely, “who's
rancho until the next day had idly through the brush, was pur up in the woods?”
"Must be Deaf Peterson 'n' the
passed. It was after midnight when sued by Simmie out of the jungle,
he called together his men and rode jerked from his feet by a lariat, and captain,” the squatter mumbled.
“Jus's I thought, Henry—Blood
finally trussed up with his compan
quietly away for the river.
Carmen had refused to go to her ions. Their rifles were hunted up and Peterson,” commented Parda
■
room until he started. She was un in the thicket, found and thrown loe.
“Get to the horses," exclaimed
nerved by the situation and the dan into the river. Shack after shack of
ger. and she stood with him at mid that group was challenged and emp Bowie. "We'll see how much fight
night in the patio until the last mo tied Each squatter was allowed to there is in those fellows. Pedro,
ment. Tears glistened in the moon save what he had. The ranch horses look after the woman. Burn the
light as she lifted her face to the they had stolen were claimed by shack and ride after us. That tim
stars in prayer when he rode away. Pedro, but Bowie quickly repaired ber is thin; not much chance to
The raiding party made a wide his tactical error in claiming them. hide. Go!"
The run. with Pardaloe and the
"Where can a man get to on foot
detour in their approach to the
squatter quarter. They forded the in this country. Pedro? We want ’em long-bearded Simmie at Bowie's
river well above it and came slow to travel fast and far. Give 'em heels, was across an open meadow
that exposed the riders to rifle fire.
ly down through the hills on the the horses."
At a point where the river, fed by This was held back until the three
farther end of the settlement
The moon was high but the chap confluents, broadened, and along the men were fair moonlight targets.
arral along the river near the Me- slope running up toward the hills, But the beads were drawn on men
lena afforded some protection as lay some of the choicest field acres sparing hard and heading straight
CHAPTER XVIII
the horsemen wound their way of the Guadalupe rancho. Here at the enemy.
The squatter rifles blazed. Blood,
Blood, as squatter chief, had fixed
through it.
It was days before Santa Clara
In the silence after the next half- his own abode. With the airy as especially, was accounted a dead
Valley recovered from the shock of hour one man. Bowie, emerg surance of a squatter he had re- shot, but the odds that night were
against marksmanship from the
its mighty earthquake. Gradually ing from the shadows, stepped to
wood. Pardaloe's horse stumbled.
news from the neighboring ranchos the ramshackle door of the nearest
His knees crumpled, and Pardaloe
reached Rancho Guadalupe, and the shack. It was built with a patch
took a cropper. Man and beast
excitement died when it was learned work of boards picked up wherever
rolled violently along the ground.
there had been no human casual found and dragged by lariat be
Simmie took a flesh wound under his
hind a horse, to the camp site; wil
ties.
right arm. Bowie, riding faster,
The earthquake was past; but low poles chopped from the Melena
reached the timber before the squat
swamp
had
been
added,
together
Bowie's most troublesome problem
ters could reload.
still confronted him—the squatters. with strips of condemned sails
Blood and his companion made
picked up from the water front of
He resolved to act at once.
no stand. Bowie caught sight of the
“There’s nothing to be gained by Monterey.
two dashing through the trees on
Bowie knocked with the butt of
temporizing—much may- be lost.”
horseback and gave chase to the
he said to Don Ramon energetical his pistol on the flimsy door. "Hello!
one closest. Simmie. more enraged
ly. "The quake has demoralized Inside there, boys! Hello!” he
than seriously hurt, took after the
called.
them—couldn't help but do it. Any
other. It chanced that Peterson was
A second and louder summons
way, I’m going after them in the
Simmie’s quarry; Bowie was chas
brought
a
tardy
and
profane
re
morning.”
ing Blood.
“As you think best, senor. Take sponse. “Get up,” said Bowie sharp
The squatters rode the fresher
ly.
“
I
want
to
talk
to
you.
”
care of yourself. To lose you would
horses; they were more familiar
There was some moving and fum
be to lose the whole battle for the
with the country. And their pur
bling about inside with more pro
rancho. ”
suers. not able at every moment to
Carmen listened to the decision fane questions.
keep their eyes on the chase and
"We re friends,” said Bowie, an
with uneasiness and anxiety, but
dodge among the willows and lau
there seemed no alternative. She, swering a question, "provided you
rels, found their hands full.
too, only begged Bowie to be care behave yourself. Open the door.”
“
Open
it
yourself,
”
came
the
truc
Bowie succeeded in chasing his
ful
man out of the timber to a stretch
Scouting about among the squat ulent challenge from within. Bowie
of open country. Both horses, de
ters the day before. Simmie had kicked the door open and sprang
spite the desperate spurring of their
learned that some half dozen of to one side. At the same moment
a
pistol
shot
rang
from
within
the
riders, were showing the grueling
them, chastened by the fright of
pace, but both held out till day was
the temblor, had decided to seek shack.
"What are you shooting at?”
breaking.
other regions for their abode. But
In the stillness of the early dawn,
Held bis man against the herizon.
these were the milder mannered of asked Bowie casually. "Why waste
with Bowie straining every effort to
the invaders. The hard cases re your ammunition? There are twen
ty men out here. If you hit one solved to take all he wanted for keep his man in sight, the chase,
mained.
you'll be shot or hanged in ten himself and had sworn he would de mile after mile, went on; only the
At daybreak the next morning
minutes. We're going to fire your fend himself.
flying rhythm of the horses' hoofs
Bowie took Pardaloe, Simmie and
shack. If you want quarter, come
Profiting by the absence of re broke the silence ushering in a
Pedro with him. Crossing the riv
out now, while you've got a chance.” sistance from Don Ramon during peaceful day. And where nature
er, he directed his men to ask the
A tall, gaunt and dirty specimen his long illness. Blood had built upon offered every possible beauty to
squatters to come out for a talk.
When six of them had straggled of the American outlaw frontiers his claim a rough attempt at a calm the heart of man, two men
man of his day slowly emerged stockade. It stood on the brow of thundered in deadly enmity across a
from their shacks Bowie, on his
from the interior darkness into the rise that overlooked the river for field of poppies that turned the dull
horse, explained his mission.
clear moonlight that shone into the miles. The spot had been well cho brown of the cropped grass for miles
“I’ve called you together for a
doorway. He was rigged in a loose sen for defense and would prove. into a glory of golden blooms.
pla’n talk, boys,” explained Bowie,
ragged shirt and loose ragged trou Bowie realized, a troublesome ob
The Texan with straining eyes
adi'ressing the six squatters and
sers.
He cursed and growled; stacle to the cleanup.
held
his man against the distant
their following of twice as many
swore he knew nothing of any sum
When they rode up tn the moon horizon. No thought of relenting, no
scraggly looking men.
“You are
mons, bad been in Yerba Buena for
light to Blood's place Bowie gave thought of mercy, restrained him.
claiming land here that doesn’t be
three days, and ordered the mid orders to his scouts and vaqueros. The insolence and invasion of a
long to you. Hold on! Don't all try
night trespassers off his premises. "Take no chances here. This man squatter might be forgiven. But the
to talk at once. Wait till I get
Bowie made no effort to appease is tough. He will shoot to kill; don't Texan’s thoughts were set on the
through and you can have your say.
him. He repeated bluntly, “Get
let him beat you to it Scatter now. cold-blooded murder of an unoffend
You’ve squatted here on a rancho
your belongings out of this shack if Work around by the Melena. Don't ing Indian. That murderer must
without leave from the owner, with
you don't want ’em burned up.”
expose yourselves any more than be held and punished, and his pur
out asking leave.
The squatter flew into a rage—
suer meant he should be.
“You are killing the rancho cat apparently a planned one, for he you have to.”
With a sharp jerk of the bit Blood
He had hardly spoken when the
tle about as you please. You claim ended it suddenly by pulling a pis
wheeled
suddenly to the right, away
it’s to feed yourselves; you claim tol, hidden under his trouser band scream of a woman surprised ev
from the poppies and toward the
that the owner's got more cattle where his shirt hung loose, and fir eryone. A second scream followed;
then a succession of moans, growing Melena. It was a desperate move
than he needs and you haven't got ing it straight into Bowie's face.
for refuge, but if the murderer could
fainter.
any. But you don’t say a word
It was not quite fast enough. Bow
gain the swamp far enough ahead
about his cattle that you’ve killed
Bowie’s mind worked fast. He
ie knocked the barrel aside and laid
of his pursuer he could turn on Bow
and sold in Monterey, do you? Not the butt of his own pistol heavily passed his rifle to the nearest va
ie and pick him off his horse from
a word about his beef quarters and across the squatter’s bead as the quero. “Spread out and charge 'em,
hiding.
hides that you've traded for whisky
man sprang to clinch him. He bo^rs. A fight inside is our only
It was a ten-mile run to the great
there. You don’t say a word about
slammed the squatter aside just as chance,” he shouted. "Scatter.”
swamp. Mile after mile fled under
raiding the rancho storehouse and
Spreading into a fan, they dashed the drumming feet of the straining
a second man sprang like a panther
helping yourselves to flour and grain
through the doorway, knife in hand. forward. A second surprise greet ponies.
Yet Blood, even on the
and wine. That has happened twice.
It was a knife with a long blade. ed them at the stockade—a burst of fresher mount, could gain but little
“Now, all that’s going to stop. I Bowie, taken somewhat by surprise, gunfire. A vaquero was knocked on his grim pursuer. Every glance
say nothing more about old scores; confessed next day it looked a yard from his saddle; a horse went down. backward from the murderer's sad
about your trying to burn the mis long. He ducked to one side, but Bowie and his two Texans galloped dle lessened his hope of a chance to
sion night before last and your de the second squatter, a smaller and through the flimsy stockade to And reload for a shot after gaining the
manding that the Indian women be quicker man, got the knife point into themselves facing flve fighting men. swamp, for Bowie, alive to the trick,
sent out to you.
They emptied their pistols, sprang was bent on defeating it
Bowie’s left forearm before the lat
"But take notice: You’re headed, ter could escape it The stab served from their saddles and rushed the
Sooner than seemed possible, the
one and all, to get off Guadalupe only to enrage the Texan, and the squatters, who, clubbing their rifles, two men, racing on narrowing
Rancho and off the mission lands in wiry squatter took a fast beating laid hotly about them. But they planes, thundered into the lush
twenty-four hours or to stand your from the pistol butt while Pardaloe were dealing with men familiar with grass of the Melena border. Blood,
ground with rifles and shotguns. For and Simmie threw and bound the every trick of frontier fighting, and glancing back over his shoulder,
tomorrow morning I’ll be here to tall fellow.
the knives of the quick-footed Tex yelled a defiance and, halting on
clean this whole mess up and it’ll
"This buck is a wildcat,” ex ans turned the tide. One of the the very edge of the morass,
be done. That's my say. Now you claimed Bowie, turning his smaller squatters went down, out. Two of whipped out a pistol and threw a
talk.”
captive over to Pedro. “Look for them ran for the cabin, and the re shot at his pursuer.
Deaf Peterson did talk, and he his knife, Pedro. It’s here some maining two threw up their hands.
It was an impossible shot made
talked loud and long. "We stand on where on the ground. Felipe, fire Pricking them significantly, the Tex from the saddle on a restive horse at
our rights as bony fidey settlers and this shack. No matter about the be an pushed them as unwilling shields more, than fifty yards, yet the slug
citizens of the United States of longings. These fellows don’t de toward the shack. A gunshot flashed went home, tearing into Bowie's al
America,” he shouted finally. “You serve any consideration. But first from the cabin. The squatter hos- ready pricked right forearm and
c«u*t scare us n wc don’t surren make sure there isn i someone tuges yelled to the defenderé not to Shattering it between tiie elbow anti
shoot and, leaping to the shack door, wrist.
der our homesteads for you nor for drunk and asleep inside.”
all the greasers in Californy. Capt'n
Felipe, with lighted pitch pine, Pardaloe crashed it in and jumped
With an impatient curse the
Blood’ll be here tomorrow, boss. hurried into and out of the empty aside.
wounded Texan, crouching in his
Talk to him if you want to. ’N' if cabin.
There was no further fire from saddle, spurred headlong at his en
The next minute it was
you’re looking for a fight you can ablaze. The two squatters were within. The vaqueros came up with emy. But Blood did not wait for the
get one right here now where you’re dragged away and left bound in the loaded rifles, torches were lighted, attack. Bowie knew that the squat
horsin’ around.”
chaparral to work themselves free. and the men followed their leaders ter must have a second loaded pis
"You’ve had your warning, boys,”
“Move fast, boys,” counseled Bow inside.
tol or he never would have fired so
retorted Bowie evenly: and without ie as he galloped with his men down
An Indian woman, strapped and wild a shot—a shot with which he
further parley he and his compan the river. "The whole nest will be gagged, lay on the floor. Pedro cut could at best only have hoped to
ions rode away.
awake after that shot.”
her bonds. She had been kidnaped hit the horse. But Blood did not
After supper that night there was
A quarter of a mile brought them from the mission. Two men, she know that Bowie had thrown away
a council at the quarters of the to the second cabin. It was sounded, told them, had bound and gagged his empty pistols and now carried
Guadalupe vaqueros. Bowie had as searched, found empty, and burned. her when she had tried to escape. only a knife. The squatter wheeled
sembled Pardaloe, Simmie, Pedro, “Guess some of the boys skedad Who were they? Where were they? and plunged into the bog, Bowie
Felipe and three of the hardiest of dled,” suggested Pardaloe. "How's Bowie tried to learn. He flung open racing after him.
the cowboys for a conference. The your arm, Henry?”
the back door.
The moonlight
When Blood, hotly pursued by
streamed in. A rifle shot rang out Bowie, dashed into the swamp a
plan of an attack on the squatter
“All right.”
and tore into the lintel above his feathered scream rose from a myri
stronghold was discussed. The sug
“Bleeding?”
gestion of a daylight assault was
head. It was from the woods and, ad of birds In their sanctuary, rudely
“Not much.”
as Pardaloe shoved a screaming invaded. Slinking cats scampered
abandoned since it was almost cer
“Got it tied pretty well?”
tain to result in more casualties
“Good enough for tonight. Come squatter into the doorway, a second madly from under the plunging
shot came from the woods.
than would be likely in a night raid. on.”
hoofs of the two horses. The Ma
It was no part of Bowie’s plan to
“There’s another shack,” said
"Hold on, Ben,” protested Bowie, lena woke in panic.
shoot any squatters, but the rancho Pardaloe suddenly. "Look outl”
pulling the squatter victim away.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
CHAPTER XVII— Continued
•“IS—
But only when their fear» had
proven groundlesa. when it became
evident that not a living soul was
within sight or hearing, did Bowie
and Carmen realize that a fountain
of water close to the plaza was gush
ing with a roar into the air and
running like a river over the po
trero
They looked at the church but
did not recognize it
It dawned
on them that the tower was gone.
They hurried to the house. Their
knocking brought no response. They
turned to the door of the chúrch;
it was still barred. With the earth
shuddering every few moments un
der their feet they shouted togeth
er, called the names of the two pad
res and their own names. Slowly
and cautiously the church door was
unbarred. Padre Martinez opened
to them. Every soul—men. women
and children—of those at the mis
sion were on their knees, sending
supplications up to heaven for help.
Carmen, breaking into tears, joined
them.
THE SOLDIER OF FLUSHING
RAY
(“World Fair Site Proponed for Mil
itary Training Camp.”)—Headline.
Where Futurnma drew the crowds
From Muine to Tlmbucloo.
That's where I'd truin to battle tor
The old Red. White and Blue;
The Try Ion and the Perisphere
Wil) do to mark the spot
Where 1 got flat feet inarching on
An exposition lot.
’ ’ New Englund 1 like to bring
back something to remind ini that
there have been about IS genera
tions of homemakers in Americu
since John Alden and Priscilla set
up housekeeping in Plymouth col
ony. This time my treusure win
the pair of ancient flut irons you
see here in use as book ends for
my work-room library of loose leaf
binders. Setting them up remind
ed me that I have been wunting to
11
Where General Motors stood I'll let
My army life take root;
By Railroads on Parade I'll light
And do it all on foot.
Where millions flocked on pleasure
bent
And marveled merrily
I'll drill und drill for Uncle Sam--
And think of Gypsy Lee!
Ill
Where “Streets of Paris" once held
forth
I'll master arts of war;
(If they would only leave 'em there
It won't be such a bore);
Where crowds filed to the midway
sights
I'll drill on soldier grub;
Baked beans and stew won't taste
so bad
Served near the "Terrace Club.'*
IV
I'll learn to swing a rifle near
Tlie “Living Pictures" guy,
And capture lovely models In
My fancy twice a day;
show you my method of fastening
booklets in ring binders.
1 use %-inch wide gummed tupe.
Pieces 2 H-inches long are folded
in half. The fold end is stuck to
gether and punched. These tabs
are placed on the rings of the bind
er and booklet stuck between the
open ends.
We ure inveterate
booklet collectors on all sort of
subjects.
Frequently we cover
binders with fubnes or interesting
pupers so they look attractive on
the shelves in any room.
• • •
NOTE: Here la a food ausgeaUon lor
keeping tha arriva ot kewbig boukleU
which Mra Spear« haa prepaied fur our
reader«
Thar« are flva booklet« avail
able and a naw ona la publlahrd avary
olhrr month. No. 5 contain« direction«
for Ml dtffrrrnt homemaking Idraa. In
cluding naw fall curtalna: uaeful holiday
gift«. and deacrlpllon of tha other book-
lata In tha aerie«
When yoi wrlta for
four copy of Book 5 br aurr to ancloaa
Oc to cover cost and mailing. Send
ordar to:
MRS. RUTH WYETH »FEARS
Drawar ta
Bedford IllUa
Naw York
Endosa 10 canta tor Book t.
I'll do guard duty many nights
In weather vile or nice.
Consoled by distant memories
Of “Beauties Cased in Ice."
V
I'll stand maneuvers any time
In wintry weather tough
Upon the spot where dancers
With soap bubbles did their stuff;
In fancy I'U hear officers
Cry "Ready for a raid!" . . .
We've orders tor a state of siege
Around the Aquacade!”
VI
From Standard Brands to “Gas"
and "Coke,”
From "Norway" to "The Coast,"
I’ll learn to be a soldier boy
Within thia army post;
Where stood the famous "Court of
Peace"
I’ll learn the blitzkrieg way.
And chase that ritzy Borden cow
Right into Flushing bay.
VII
Most training camps are dullish
spots—
There's little color found;
A World's fair site should be a cam;
Where glamour doth abound.
Nam« ..........................................................
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INDIGESTION
may aflacr the Heart
Gaa rraeaed I a th. aUanarh ar rV>.< Mr art Ilka a
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Taking Trouble
Tuking trouble is the best way
of avoiding troubles. The lack of
taking trouble has been the means
of making trouble in many lives.
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No cord or cable can draw so
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• • •
All
INSOMNIA
final feline riot wanei, th«
mournful mutts are mute
And now nocturnal quiet reigns, un‘
broken, absolute;
The ultimate drunk has vanished in
the milkman’s rumbling wake,
And now I’d get some sleep but for
the noise the sparrows make.
—T. F. Finnerty.
The
• • •
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The guest that I
Consider fun
Arrives on Fri.—
And leaves on Sun.
The guest that I
Award no Praise
Arrives on Fri.
And stays . . . and stays.
—Nan
•
•
•
ice and coal wagons are being
used as substitutes for tanks in the
militia war games. Which explains
a letter to one mother from a boy
at camp which contained the para
graphs:
"Trapped big force of enemy
tanks today. Just hung out a sign
that we wanted ice.”
a
e
•
SOLIDARITY
Bathrobe workers have just won
a pay raise. Had it been refused,
the slipper, pajama and shaving
cream workers were to have walked
out in sympathy. The support of
the song writers might, as a matter
of fact, gone to them, too.
• • •
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Although I'm ready to agree
My gal Is far from sainted
I'm positive she couldn’t be
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—Avery Giles
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