Thursday, July 16, 1942 SOUTHERN OREGON MINER plus the cull U> armed service, al­ most ull traveling pro basketball teums will disband this yeur . . Al Blozls, Georgetown's record- breaking shot putter and ace foot­ ball tackle, bus turned down till of­ fers to play pro footbull next full, lie Is working in u New Jersey chemical plant . . Foot bull mid skiing are the moat dangerous sports, according to Dr William S. I’crhuni of Yule's health depart­ ment . Illackic Lammano's contract has been torn up by the Cincinnati Red* 'Die rookie was given u new contract with a salary increase. Wilhelm Kunar, German Ameri­ Lieut Comm. Jimmy Crowley, can bund leader, who wan caught former Fordham couch, is stationed In Mexico after fleeing from an ra- ut the University of North Carolina plonagr indictment In I'onnci tl< ut, Naval pre-flight training school . . la shown an hr appeared In federal The New York Yankees have had court to answer for draft law viola­ no official captain since Lou Gehrig tion. He had been held on ball of left the team . During Bill Ter­ >50,00 Foxx drove one into the corner of miles lust week without using u the top deck of tiie left held stand. . . . Ken Silvestri, former catcher drop. He collects antique automobiles for the White Sox und Yankees, now and his latest find complete with Is u buck private at Fort Custer. four gtxxl used tires was a 1923 Mich. . . When her husband took a defense job. Mr* Earl Eckert of Stanley steamer. "Water Is plentiful and she gets Santa Cruz. Calif, assumed hi 50 miles to the gallon of kero­ duties as golf professional at tl. l’asa Tiempo Country club. sene." he explained. PATRICIA DOW Dave Bruce, out of a Job. arrives at Wilbur Ferna' Cross-Bar ranch Curran, the foreman, promise» him a Job If he < >i break a horse called Black Dawn, a notorious killer He succeeds, but real­ ize» that Curran expected the horse to kill hlrn Hr tells Curran he can keep his Job Curran. In turn, strike* out at Dave, but misses ■ . 1., * Slacks and Jacket ■ The I'KU Khaw, after being entirely reconditioned at a Weal coast navy yard, haa had her first trial run. The Khaw, which was badly damaged In the Pearl Harbor attack of December 7, made the trip to the navy yard with a talar bow. A new bow waa awaiting her upon arrival. Photo ahowa the Khaw during the trial run. Extend U. S.-Brazilian Agreement CuAFlEK II SYNOPKIK USS Shaw Ready to Go on Warpath » Ñ.W|¡f.í “ SX.Ä'iF tí» Page 3 Pattern No. 8179—A first require­ ment for a successful vacation wardrobe is a smart pair of slacks —and a matching jacket! Here they are—simplified for sewing at home, yet retaining every smart feature of the most expensive ready-mades. Jacket is cardigan style, one button, in the new length ordered by the WPB. Slacks are cuffless, made on a band top closing at the side. Pattern No. 8179 is designed for size* 12 to 20; 40. 42 and 44. Size 14 jacket requires 2Mi yards 35 or 39-inch material, slacks 2% yard*. Name Addreae Name of paper Pattern No. Sire Send 19 rente In eoln, >for • aeh pattern deilred) to— Patricia Dow Patterns 70« W. 17th St., New York. N. T. • The Miner for Quality Printing. 5<^".SIN6 a song of KITCHEN THRIFT SINK YOUR DIMES IN WAR SAVINGS STAMPS The United Ktatea haa extended ita stabilisation agreement with Bra­ sil. This soundphoto, taken In Washington, shows, left to right: Dr. F. D. Santos, director of exchange. Bank of Brasil (seated); Secretary of the Treasury Henry Morgenthau Jr.; Minister Fernando Lobo, charge d'affaires of Brasil; (standing) Harry D. White, director of monetary research of the U. H. treasury, and Enrico Penleado, financial attache of the Brasilian embassy. Nation’s Barm Picture at Mid-Year IMI - mum 1*41 Bui that blow didn't land. It passed harmlessly by Dave's head, and next instant Dave had let Curran have one that caught the big fore­ man on the mouth and sent him rocking backward. Roars of de­ light broke from the throat* of the onlookers. Dave turned from the yelling Mexicans U> Wilbur Ferri*. "Yeah, you got a swell way with strang­ ers," he said He stooped, retrieved hi* belt and buckled it on. He glanced at Curran, who was just beginning to come back to con­ sciousness. "I ain't askin’ you how or why, but you knew that horse was a killer and you wanted sport. Weil. I reckon you've had it. I'm ridin’." Ignoring Ferris' apologetic mum­ ble. he moved toward his bay. He had reached its side when a re­ newed outburst of excitement among the Mexicans caused him to turn. A rider was galloping toward the corral, the horse traveling at rac­ ing speed. The horse came on like a whirlwind, and a slim young rid­ er drew rein outside the corral, leaped to the ground, and left the reins trailing. “Lois! Lois!” shouted the Mexi­ cans. Curran was rising to his feet, looking about him in a dazed way. The newcomer ignored him. She looked like a boy with her short crop of fair hair, her stained denim overalls, and the worn chaps with shoes that were mere strips of leather partly covering the feet. Dave wasn't sure until she spoke, and her voice was vibrant with in­ dignation: “Black Dawn! What have you done to Black Dawn?” She was looking at the horse, which stood with down-hanging I head and made no move toward ' her. The rest of the remuda, as if recognizing her, came moving toward her in a body, nickering, and attempting to nuzzle her through the fence. She turned in­ dignantly to Wilbur Ferris. “What have you done with Black Dawn?" she asked. “Why, you see, Lois, this here ' feller has broke Black Dawn,” an- I swered the ranchman, indicating Dave. “Broke him? Nobody could break Black Dawn!” cried the girl. “He's mine! You asked me to come down and ride him for you and help with the other horses." "That horse is a killer.” Dave spoke up. “That feller Curran told me I'd get a job here if I broke him. I reckon I've broke him. But I ain’t workin' here.” “You beast! You coward! He's mv horse!” cried the girl. In an instant she had scrambled over the fence and was standing beside the black, fondling his head and rubbing the sweat-stained nose. And Dave noticed a strange thing. For the other horses had gathered about the girl, and were stretching out their heads to be stroked and she took I nipping gently at her. of But only not the least notice ' them, *' of Black Dawn. What was it all about? Dave couldn't understand, But he saw two of the Mexicans move forward and begin to let down the bars of the corral gate, while neither Ferris nor Curran uttered another word. The bars were down now. But not one of the unbroken herd made i a move for freedom. Instead, they remained, clustered about the girl as she stood with her arm about Black Dawn's neck. The girl leaped upon Black Dawn's back. Without bridle or even halter, she guided him to­ ward the entrance by the pressure of her knees. As the horse passed through, the rest of the remuda followed, one by one, the Mexican* scattering before them. Only Curran made a movement to intercept the herd. And the girl, Lois, leaned forward and whispered in Black Dawn's ear Instantly the horse was once a demon of fury. He wheeled, neck outstretched, teeth gleaming. Curran staggered backward and collapsed in a heap beside the corral, and next moment the last of the herd was through. With the girl leading on Black Dawn, the whole herd started at • quick lope across the valley, leav­ ing Dave standing, astounded, be­ side his bay. He saw that the Mexi­ cans were crossing themselves as they looked after the horses. Fer­ ris came up to him. “Ride? Yeah, you'd best ride!” snarled the ranchman. “You ride hard and fast and keep a'goin*. It won't be healthy for you to show "Broke him? Nobodv could break Black Dawn! your face in these parts again.” “Don't worry, Ferris. I’m leav­ in’ you. Where I'm goin’ is my business,” Dave answered. He placed foot in stirrup, threw his leg across the back of the bay, and started along the valley in the direction that the herd had taken. He quickened his bay to a gallop. The herd was about a quarter of a mile ahead. Dave could see the girl on the black, leading it, and noticed that every movement of the animals was perfectly co-ordi­ nated. It was as if the mind of the girl controlled and directed the mass mind of the horses. He rode the bay harder. He was overtaking the herd now, keeping well outside the clustered mass of horses. Now he was abreast of it, and now he was almost level with Black Dawn in the lead. If the girl saw him, she seemed unaware of his presence. She was loping steadily on. and the horses kept their unbroken formation be­ hind her. The neck of the valley was in plain sight, with the roofs of Mescal not far away. A wagon trail came into view, with a branch­ ing trail running across the valley and winding up toward the heights above. At the branch, Lois suddenly pulled in, though she had no reins in her hands. The herd came to a stop without a word of command. Lois sat the black, waiting for Dave to ride up. He reined in beside her and raised his hat. He looked into her face. The bard-set eyes of gray like his own. flashed like stormy pools as they met his. “I wanted you to understand how it came about,” said Dave. “I'd just rode up to Ferris’ ranch, hop­ in’ to strike a job. Curran told me I could have one if I could break Black Dawn. I didn't know the horse was yours. I thought they was all Ferris’ broncs. “After I got on his back I saw he was a killer. It was his life against mine. I broke him. and he pretty near broke me. That’s all I got to say except I hope you un­ derstand.” “That's all you’ve got to say?” asked the girl. “I'm askin' you to accept my apologies for what I done. Don’t seem to me there ought to be hard feelings between us.” “Your feelings don’t interest me one mite, stranger,” the girl an­ swered. “There's Mescal, over there.” She pointed. “I reckon that's your way. My way lies over yonder.” She pointed up the branching trail. "You ride on and don't cross my path again. Good morning.” Dave couldn’t see the touch of her knees upon the flanks of the black, but instantly it had wheeled and was loping along the trail that ran up toward the mountains. And in­ stantly the whole remuda had wheeled and followed in its tracks. Before Dave quite realized it, he was sitting on his bay alone, watch­ ing the rapidly disappearing herd thudding across the grass. He sat there with his eyes on it until it vanished from sight be­ hind a long hogback. He saw it appear again, toy horses running in the wake of the black, and rap­ idly approaching the sage patches and the scrub that clothed the base of the foothills. It was barely two hours since he had ridden up to Ferris' ranch. The sun was still high in the sky The things that had happened in those two hours seemed now incompre­ hensible and almost like a dream. He was aware that he was aching from head to foot after his tussle with the black. And his knuckles were bleeding from their contact with Curran's teeth. The valley narrowed, the track ascended. Once over the neck Dave saw the little cowtown huddled on either bank of a muddy stream, with the arid, sage-covered lands on either side of it, stretching away endlessly toward the mountains. Mescal was not much different from the other cowtowns Dave had ridden through on hl* journey south­ ward. Rather smaller, uglier, dirtier, but the same half-dozes stores with their false fronts, a sa­ loon masquerading as a hotel, and a few frame or adobe houses sei down on lots of all sorts of angles to one another. A swinging sign that creaked dis­ mally in the wind, proclaimed the hotel to be the WAYSIDE REST. Four horses were tethered to th« rack in front of it. They were the only living things visible in the short, dusty street. Dave rode round and found the inevitable rusty, galvanized iron tank, fed with a trickle of water from a pipe. He gave his bay a drink, placed him alongside the oth­ er* at the rack. Then pushing open the swinging doors of the saloon, he went inside. Two men were seated at a table. One was an individual of middle age, wearing striped trousers and a faded cutaway coat, with a ring od hi* little finger and a pearl pin in his tie. The other was an elderly man with a shock of gray hair un­ der his dilapidated hat, an unkempt beard, and clothes that might have been exchanged with any average scarecrow without either getting the better of the bargain. Upon a wait was a notice, ap­ parently struck off from a hand­ press, the ink smeared all over the paper. It announced the sale, at an early date, of a valuable ranch property of two thousand acres, un­ der foreclosure. Dave poured himself a small drink from the bottle that the barkeep handed him and filled up with gin­ ger ale. The barkeep and the Mex­ icans watched him drink in silence. Dave had just set down his glass when there came an explosive out­ burst from the old man at the table. “You can't do that to me, Loner­ gan!” he shouted. “It’s twelve years since you brought me here, and you can't put me out this way, with the girl you—” “One word more, you old fool, and you'll be sorry you opened your mouth,” snapped the other. “Twelve years? Yes. it’s twelve years, and the ranch has gone to rack and ruin. You haven’t begun to pay off the principal, and now you’re a year behind with the in­ terest. I'm tired of you. Hooker. You’re just a drunken pest, giving a bad name to the district Hook­ er. you're through.” Both men had risen to their feet Old Hooker, blind with rage, swayed across the table. “So that's what you think. Loner­ gan, is it?” he sneered. “Well, it may be that you're wrong.” Dave noticed that in spite of the old man’s condition his accents were those of a man of education. “I havep't lived in Mescal twelve years for nothing. Lonergan. It may be you'll change your mind when you look into it” “You doddering old fool!" shout­ ed the other, drawing his hand smartly across Hooker's face. The blow was not a severe one, but old Hooker, reeling back, lost his footing and fell, bringing down his chair in the crash. Next mo­ ment Dave was at Lonergan's side, hand gripping his shoulder. He swung him around. “You ain't partic'lar about pick­ in’ somebody your own age for flghtin’, are you, Lonergan?” he asked. Lonergan whitened, backed. “Who are you, and what are you butting into this business for?” he shouted. “No business of mine at all,” ad-f mitted Dave. “I thought you was lookin’ for a fight. But I guess you're the kind that likes to play sure and safe.” “He owes me two hundred dollars back interest on his mortgage and he hasn't got a cent to his name,” shouted Lonergan. “Drinks up ev­ ery cent he makes in this saloon. I'm tired of him—if it’s any busi­ ness of yours. And we don't like strangers interfering with our af­ fairs in Mescal.” (TO BE CONTINUED) Many men who boast that they 7. Sir Isaac Newton. say just what they think, never 8. The Bible. 9. In England in the 17th cen- really think; if they did, they « wouldn’t boast of what they Bay. tury. ■ ■ s ■ . » » » » » ----------- •------------ i >: 10. "Variety Theatre.” He: "Now that we are married 1. The Frankish kingdom. Postponing duties until tomor­ perhaps I might venture to point 2. $10,000,000. row postpones promotion much out a few of your little defects.” She: “Don’t bother dear. I am 3. Canada. longer. quite aware of them. It was those 4. Approximately 2,300 miles. 5. Elias Howe. "No” is seldom an answer but little defects that prevented me Th*s is the way the agricultural situation looks to the V. S. Dept, of Agriculture, bureau from marrying a much better man 5. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, often a challenge. than you are.” ------------- •-------------- of agricultural economics, «s the farmers of the country enter the second half of the all-im­ Emile Gaboriau, Edgar Allen Poe, ¡Wilkie Collin. portant food production year of 1942. • The Miner for Quality Printing. • Subscribe for The Miner today. ■ Aft Il----- ■----- ■--- I ANSWERS ANSWERS : ------- «-------