Friday, May 9, 1941
SOUTHERN OREGON MINER
Paqe 6
Lovely Rug« Crocheted
From Old Silk Stockings
INSTALLMENT 8
THE STORY SO EAH:
Dusty King and Lew Gordon had built
up a vast string of ranches which
stretched from Texas to Montana. King
was killed by his powerful and unscrupu
lous competitor, Ben Thorpe. Bill Rop
er. King's adopted son. undertook to
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CHAPTER X—Continued
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break Thorpe's power. His first step was
to start a cattle war tn Texas. He made
this decision against the opposition of
Lew Gordon nnd the tearful pleading of
his sweetheart. Jody Gordon. The raids
upon Thorpe's herds were successful at
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you’ll get him, all right.” he added
hastily.
Half a block ahead another man
stepped into the street, and walked
toward Bill. Before his face could
be seen in the black shadow un
der his hat. Bill Roper knew by
the set of the broad shoulders, by
the rolling swing of his stride, that
it was Cleve.
The moments during which the
two men walked toward each other
drew out interminably. Their eyes
were upon each other’s faces now;
Bill could see that Cleve Tanner
looked happy, almost gay. as if this
was the first good thing that had
happened to him for a long time.
At twelve paces Cleve Tanner
drew; to observers the men seemed
so close together that it was im
possible that either of them should
live. Tanner’s gun spoke five times,
fast, faster than most men could
slip the hammer. Nobody knew
where the first four shots went; but
the fifth shot was easy to place, for
Dry Camp Pierce still loafed at
the Pot Hook, dejected, hopeless. No
one knew what he was waiting for.
Roper never heard from the rest of
them now. In spite of everything
that Maxim could do. the Rangers
were on the loose. The wild bunch
that had threatened to dominate
Texas was broken and split, scat
tered far and wide, every man for
himself. Day and night, a saddle
pony waited beside the door of the
bunkhouse in which Roper slept . . .
Now, unexpectedly, came Sho
shone Wilce.
Nothing could tell more of Roper's
present position than this:—as Sho
shone Wilce rode up. Bill Roper al
ready had his gun in his hand, and
the other hand upon the bridle rein
of bis pony.
Shoshone Wilce almost tumbled
into Bill Roper's arms. He grabbed
Bill by both lapels of the black,
town-going coat that Roper always
wore when he was about to travel
a long way. Shoshone’s bottle-nose
gleamed and quivered, and his eyes
were like shoe buttons.
“It’s done! He's bust—he's split -
—he's cracked—’’
“What are you talking about?”
“Cleve Tanner! I tell you. he’s
gone to hell!”
Suddenly Bill Roper turned into
the unaccountable kid that his years
justified. Like a man suddenly com
ing alive, he took Shoshone by the
throat, shook him as if he had
weighed no more than a cat His
teeth showed bare and set.
He said, "Shoshone—you fool with
me—
Shoshone cried out tlirough the
grip on his throat, “I tell you, Cleve ’
Tanner—”
He couldn't say any more.
Bill Roper was cool again, now. ,
“What makes you think so?”
“He failed his delivery at the Red. '
Where he was supposed to bring up
fifteen thousand head, a little hand- *
ful of punchers showed up with a
few hundred. He can’t round his
cattle—if he’s got any cattle—and he |
can’t make delivery at the Red!”
“We didn't believe you.” Shoshone
Wilce babbled on. “We all said it
couldn't be done.
But by gosh
Bill Roper bolstered bis own
we’ve done it! All over Texas, Tan
smoking ferty-four.
ner’s notes are being called, as the
word spreads. Wells Fargo refuses
it blew a hole in the street as Tan
to honor his signature for a dime.
ner's gun stubbed into the dust.
They say now that Ben Thorpe won't
Bill Roper bolstered his own
back Tanner—Thorpe denies him.
smoking forty-four. He had fired
and the Tanner holdings are being
twice.
closed up and sold out—”
Dry Camp Pierce was at his el
“You sure?” Roper asked, looking
bow again. “Here's the horses. It’s
up from the ground again.
time to ride. By God, I knew you
“Am I sure? You think I’d risk
could take him, kid.”
my damn throat coming here to
Roper was feeling deathly sick.
tell you something like this, if I
didn’t know for sure?”
CHAPTER XII
"No,” Roper admitted, “I guess
not”
"It’s all over,” Shoshone tried to
It was well into the summer as
tell him.
“Can’t you realize it, Bill Roper once more rode south out
man?”
of Ogallala toward the pile of stones
“No,” Roper said.
that marked the grave of Dusty
King. Jody Gordon rode with him.
Ln-the few days he had stopped over
CHAPTER XI
in Ogallala he had hardly seen her
at all. At first she had refused to
Strolling, easy-going, but somehow
ride with him today; but at the last
reluctant. Bill Roper walked the
moment, as if on an impulse, she
streets of Tascosa, between the
bad changed her mind.
false-fronted wooden buildings that
Roper, studying her sidelong,
lined the hoof-stirred dust
Sooner or later, he knew, Cleve thought that Jody seemed to have
Tanner would appear upon this one aged several years in one. Impossi
main street Everybody knew that ble now to find any trace of the ir
Tanner was on the warpath, deter repressible, up-welling laughter that
mined to seek out Bill Roper. It had been so characteristic of her a
was said that Tanner's only remain year before. Her eyes were unlight
ing interest was to bring down the ed, and a little tired-looking; her
youngster who had cut Texas from mouth was expressionless except for
a faint droop at the corners, which
under him.
suggested
—perhaps resignation, per
Yet ten days passed before Cleve
haps a hidden bitterness.
Tanner came.
She didn’t have much to say; but
It was eleven o’clock on a sunny
Saturday morning when Dry Camp finally she asked him, "What did
my father decide?”
Pierce brought Bill the word.
“He says now that I'll never have
“Well, kid, he's here. You were
right again—you won’t have to hunt another penny out of Dusty King’s
him out He’s looking for you; all share until—until he's able to dic
tate to me what I’m going to do
you have to do is wait”
with it; or, that’s what it amounts
"Where is he now?”
“In some bar, a block up the to.”
"Did you quarrel with my fa
Street. He’s walking from bar to
bar, asking if you’ve been seen. You ther?”
“No. He said some kind of bitter
might's well wait for him here.”
“No,” Roper said. “I'll walk out things, but I didn’t say anything.
I asked for certain things—five
and meet him, I think.”
Of
Dry Camp peered up into his face. camps in Montana, mainly.
course, that was a waste of breath.”
“Kid, you look sick!”
“But you’ll go on, and throw your
“I don't feel real happy," Roper
self against Walk Lasham in Mon
admitted.
“Draw deliberate and slow,” tana?”
Pierce counselled.
“Take your
"Yes; I have to go on.”
time,—don’t hurry, whatever you
They were silent after that; .and
do. But don’t waste any time, ei presently they sat, almost stirrup to
ther. Fast and smooth—”
stirrup, but somehow infinitely far
“I get you,” Roper said with a apart, looking down at the stacked
flicker of a grin. “Take my time, boulders from which rose the wood
but be quick about it. Move plenty en cross that Bill Roper had made,
alow, but fast as hell. All right, nearly a year and a half ago.
Dry Camp!”
For a little while he stood looking
He gave the butt of his gun a at the cross which he had made of
hitch to make sure it was loose in railroad ties. He said, half aloud—
its leather; then he spun the whiskey “One down. Dusty ..."
away from him untasted, and walked
“I suppose,” Jody said, "you’ll be
out
cutting a notch on the handle of
Dry Camp Pierce looked at the your gun, now."
full glass, and exchanged a worried
glance with the bartender. Then he
followed Bill.
Dry Camp kept blinking his eyes
in the bright light, as if they were
dry; and there were white patches
at the corners of his mouth.
“Don’t give him too much of a
break, kid.
He's awful bad. But
first, but resistance was soon put up
which caused Roper's men to leave him,
one by one. Cleve Tanner, manager of
Thorpe's Te^as holdings, appeared not
to feel the losses Inflicted upon him.
Roper's resources were dwindling low.
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He was surprised to hear her say
that. He had no way of knowing
how much she had heard, or what
she had heard, about his shoot-out
with Cleve Tanner.
“A notch? I hadn't thought any-
tiring about it.”
All her bitter contempt of the lone
ly-riding men of violence came into
her voice. "Isn’t that what the gun
men and the cow thieves always
do?”
He was motionless a long time.
Then he drew the skinning knife
that always swung at the back of
his belt in a worn sheath. Its blade
was lean and hollowed, worn al
most out of existence by a thousand
honings. He stood looking at the
knife; he tossed it in the air. and
caught it by the handle again.
“I wouldn't go cutting marks on
the handle of a gun,” he said at
last. His voice was thick. "Nobody
cares what anybody does to the han
dle of a gun.”
Roper stepped forward, and with
the keen blade cut a notch clean
and deep in the left arm of Dusty's
cross.
When be looked at Jody she was
staring at him strangely, almost as
if she were afraid.
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All through the afternoon Jody
Gordon had ridden the barren trails
above Ogallala, on a pony that for
ever tried to turn home. Thaw was
on the prairie again, and the South
Platte was brimming with melted
snow; in the air was something of
the damp, clean smell which had
marked another spring, in this same
place. But it was now more than
six months since Jody had seen Bill
Roper; and she found it no help that
she was forever hearing his name.
It was with reluctance that she at
last rode up the rise upon which it
stood, unlighted, in the dusk.
She unsaddled her own pony, boot
ed it into the muddy corral, and
threw the forty pound kak onto the
saddle-pole with the easy, one-hand
ed swing of the western rider. As
she turned toward the bouse she was
trying not to cry.
Then, as she walked through the
stable, a figure rose up from the
shadows beside the door and barred
her way.
Jody Gordon's breath caught in
her throat She said, evenly. "Look
ing for someone. Bud?”
The spare-framed visitor took off
his hat and held it uneasily in his
two hands. “Well, I tell you, Miss
Gordon—could I speak to you for
just a minute? I'll tell you the fact
of the matter. I’m a Bill Roper
man.”
Jody Gordon's heart jumped like
a struck pony. “Billy sent you to
me?”
"I haven't seen Bill Roper. But—
I’ve seen Ben Thorpe. Miss Gor
don, tell me one thing: Is your fa
| ther backing Bill Roper? I mean, is
he backing this plowing into Ben
Thorpe?”
“My father," Jody Gordon said,
"has quit Bill Roper in every way
he possibly could.”
“That’s what I thought," Shoshone
Wilce said. "Only trouble is, people
that don’t know the difference, they
don't none of them believe that any
more.”
Jody Gordon interrupted him
sharply. "What’s happened?”
"Miss Gordon, your father is in a
terrible bad fix. I'm afeard—I’m
afeard he's going to die before this
thing is through.”
"What do you mean?”
“Most people think Lew Gordon Is
backing Bill Roper — maybe you
know that? Well, now there’s a feller
rode to Ben Thorpe from Miles City
—a feller that was a foreman with
Thorpe’s Montana outfits under
Walk Lasham. Maybe this feller
had some kind of fight with Lash
am—I don't know nothing about
that.
But this feller swears to
Thorpe that Lasham is letting the
Montana herds drain away to the
Indians, and to the construction
camps, and Ben Thorpe never see
ing a penny of the money from beef
or hide.”
"Is Bill Roper gutting the Thorpe
outfits in Montana?”
“Don't know, myself. They say
he’s swarming all over Montana,
with a bunch of kid renegades be
hind him. riding like crazy men,
and raiding night after night. Some
say nobody knows how hard Lash
am is hurt, Lasham least of any;
and some say Lasham has sold out
to Bill Roper, or your father—or
both.”
"What
does
Thorpe
himself
think?”
"Thorpe thinks your father has
bought Walk Lasham. Just the same
as he thought your father bought
Cleve Tanner in Texas, until Bill
Roper gunned Cleve down.
And
Thorpe is fit to be tied. A man like
him — he's terrible dangerous al
ways, Miss Gordon; but now he's
ten times more dangerous than he
ever was in his life."
“You mean you think Ben Thorpe
wiU—will—”
"Miss Gordon, I know.
Ben
Thorpe is going to kill Lew Gordon,
just as sure as—”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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(See Recipes Below)
IT WAS WONDERFUL FOOD!
Remember flying home, pigtails
thumping, to smell supper, and
guess?
Remember being saucer
eyed as mother's marble cake took
a blue ribbon at the fair? And re
member licking the last bit of sweet
ness from the frosting platter?
I know you must remember. How
could you forget? It was wonderful
food!
And it's to the best cooks in the
world — our mothers — that this
week’s column is dedicated. When
you pay them homage on Mother’s
day. 1941, perhaps you'll enjoy us
ing some of the following recipes,
favorites of the long ago.
In those days, to be caught wlth-
food, and good food,
too. for all com
ers was to show
oneself a poor
housekeeper, a
bad hand in the
kitchen.
But times have
changed. A large
“crock" of but
ter. a "basket”
a "wedge" of cheese
a part of the regular
supplies on the shelf in the vegeta
ble cellar. Nor are recipes penciled
on the fly-leaf of the family ledger.
But the basic goodness Is still the
same.
So. whether it be crusty brown
doughnuts, chicken pie and jelly
roll, huge, fluffy cakes, or rich
chocolate pie, let's take mother
back, down memory lane!
Lovely to look at and utterly de
lightful to eat is the Sour Cream Dev
il's Food Cake, which I'm sure was
a favorite of grandmother's.
Seur Cream Devil's Food Cake.
2 cups sifted cake flour
1 teaspoon soda
H teaspoon salt
*4 cup butter or other shortening
1¥< cups sugar
1 egg. unbeaten
3 squares unsweetened chocolate,
melted
1 teaspoon vanilla
*4 cup thick sour cream
% cup sweet milk
Sift flour once, measure, add soda
and salt and sift together three
times.
Cream butter thoroughly,
add sugar gradually, and cream to
gether well. Add egg and beat very
thoroughly; then chocolate and va
nilla, and blend. Add about one-
fourth of the flour and beat well;
yien add sour cream and beat thor
oughly. Add remaining flour, alter
nately with milk, a small amount at
a time, beating after each addition
until smooth. Turn into two greased
9-inch layer pans and bake in a
moderate oven (350 degrees F.) 30
minutes, or until done.
Spread Felicity Frosting on top
and sides of cake. Top with glossy
LYNN SAYS:
In an old book of household ad
vice, written in 1870, are some
words of wisdom "to help home-
makers.” I’m passing them on to
you “for what they’re worth" in
the modern, up-to-date home.
“Use a clam shell to scrape
skillets or saucepans; to scour
your iron pots and griddles, use
wood ashes.
“Sweeping a carpet with new
fallen snow will make it look
very bright and fresh. Also, it
is a good plan to save tea leaves,
and, with them not too moist,
sweep a dark carpet. This is
not advised for light colors.
“Woodwork may be dusted with
a long-feathered wing, preferably
that of a turkey.
“For washing fine clothes, use
a pounder—not a large, old-fash
ioned affair, but one about twice
as large as a potato masher, and
pound your clothes as they soak
in sal-soda water. The rubbing
on a board will then be very
easy. Use a clothes wringer if you
can possibly get one.
“Never buy ground coffee.
Take whole berries and heat;
grind while hot.
“All housewives should be well
adversed in cookery, and should
know how to make good dishes,
such as ’Jenny Lind Cake,* ’Pars
nip Pie,’ ‘Marrow Dumplings’
and ‘Flannel Pancakes.* ”
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THIS WEEK'S MENU
Menu For a Mother-Daughter
Banquet
(For not-loo-large a group)
Strawberry and Pineapple Cup
Roast Chicken Gihlet Gravy
Bread Filling Fresh Asparagus
Fruit Salad
Ice Cream
Cookies
Coffee
Milk
chocolate coating, made by com
bining 1 square unsweetened choco
late, melted, ¥4 cup sugar, and %
cup water. Cook over low flame
until smooth and thick. Cool slight
ly. Double the recipe for three 10-
inch layers.
Felicity FroaUug.
2 egg whites, unbeaten
2 cups brown sugar, firmly packed
Dash of salt
7 tablespoons water
Combine egg whites, sugar, salt
and water in top of double boiler,
beating with rotary egg beater un
til thoroughly mixed. Place over
rapidly boiling water, beat constant
ly with rotary egg beater, and cook
7 minutes, or until frosting will
stand in peaks. Remove from Are,
but allow to remain over hot wa
ter, and beat 2 minutes longer.
Place over cold water and continue
beating 3 minutes
Makes enough
frosting to cover top and sides of
two t-lnch layers.
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Just like mother used to make.
That's what you’ll
say
when
you
taste the delicious
cookies, made by
the directions giv
en below. When
mother baked
cookies she made
them rich with
butter and usual
ly full of fruit, like:
Fig Oaties.
Boll 5 minutes in water to cover:
1*4 cups dried figs
Drain, clip stems and cut figs Into
thin strips (scissors are handy).
Cream together:
1 cup butter
2 cups beet or cane sugar
Add:
3 eggs, beaten
Blend well, then add liquids:
¥4 cup milk
1 teaspoon vanilla
Sift together and add:
1*4 cups sifted all-purpose flour
*4 teaspoon salt
2 teaspoons baking powder
> Add:
Figs
5 cups quick-cooking oats
Stir until well blended, then drop
by small spoonfuls onto greased
cooky sheet and flatten slightly.
Bake in moderately hot oven, 400
degrees F., for 13 to 15 minutes
Press a nut meat, strips of fig or
cheny into tops before baking if
desired. For a glazed top, brush
with hot honey after baking and
place under broiler for a minute or
two. Makes 5*4 dozen medium-sized
cookies.
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Do you recall the old cracker bar
rel? It was a necessity in days gone
by when homemakers often made
their own crackers, and even their
own baking powder and bread start
er. Thinking that perhaps in your
spare moments you might like to
try your hand at cracker making,
I’m including a recipe.
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Not So Dusty, but
Oh, K hat an Excavation!
Willie was on the hunt for in
formation. He had been set to en
tertain a portly visitor, who, hav
ing no inquisitive children of his
own, had unswered ail his ques
tions with unusual patience.
“And what.” was Willie’s 198th
question, “are houses made of?”
“Houses,” replied the stout
man, “are made of bricks.”
“And what are engines made
of?"
“Engines are made of iron.”
“And what is bread made of?”
“Flour.”
Then, as the anticipated light
step and soft rustic of Willie's sis
ter sounded outside, he added,
“Now, Willie, I can answer only
one more question.”
Willie decided that it should be
a good one.
After a pause, Willie asked:
“Well, what are we made of?”
“Dust and earth, my son.”
“My,” said Willie, “they must
have made a whacking big hole
when they took you out!”
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Crackers Made With Yeast.
*4 package granular yeast
1 pint warm water
1*4 quarts flour
1 tablespoon salt
¥4 cup sour milk
■4 cup shortening
1 teaspoon soda
Set sponge of yeast, water and
flour at night, In the morning add
the other ingredi
ents and flour to
stiffen very stiff.
Pound with roll
ing pin. Fold over
and pound again.
Continue until the
dough is smooth.
Place on a lightly floured board and
roll in a thin sheet. Cut in squares
and punch holes on top with a fork.
Place in ungreased pans and bake
in a 400-degree F. oven. These are
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