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Thursday, October 29, 1936 THE HERMISTON HERALD, HERMISTON, OREGON. UouselioM • © Question/ A few bread crumbs added to scrambled eggs improves flavor and makes an extra serving pos sible. • • • Before laundering lace curtains soak them for an hour in cold water to which a little borax has been added. Then wash in warm soap suds. • • • Doeskin and chamois gloves be come stiff and harsh unless washed in tepid suds and rinsed in slightly soapy water. • • • Add a tablespoon of cream to roast beef or lamb gravy. It makes it a delicious brown. • • • A little hot milk added a little at a time while mashing potatoes will make them light and fluffy. Heat but do not boil the milk. *** Beat eggs only slightly when used in custards, puddings, sauces, etc. Beat well when used to make food light, as in sponge cakes, puffy omelets, etc. • • • A tablespoon of lemon juice added to the egg in which fish is dipped before frying gives it a delicious flavor. • • • To protect paper when cleaning paint use a piece of heavy card board about 12 inches square, moving it along as you wash paint. © Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service. It Is My Aim T’O KEEP my healthl - To do my work! To live! To see to it I grow and gain and give! Never to look behind me for an hour! To wait in weakness and to walk in power. But always fronting forward to the light, Always and always facing to ward the right. Robbed, starved, defeated, fall en wide astray, On with what strength I have! Back to the way! —Charlotte Perkins Gilman. A COUGH RELIEF-THAÏ ALSO SPEEDS RECOVERY Remember the name! It’s FOLEY'S HONEY & TAR! Double-acting. 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When she reported it to her father, he was silent—professing still to feel outraged at her Insubordination. McCrossen was more communicative, even sympathet- tc: but he knew little about the fire. After a painful night, Jane rose early to go again into town. In the yard she encounutered McCrossen. “Ridin* out?” he asked. “I am." "I’ll saddle up for you." "Have the horses been fed?" "Yep." “I'll saddle up myself." “Your father rode over to the pas tures with Page this mornin',” volun teered McCrossen, walking alongside Jane. She made no answer; indeed, she rather quickened her pace; her companion stepping up his own. “Your father left word I was to ride out with you, if you went off the ranch.” “I don't need anybody to ride out with me.” “I don’t care a rap what the old man says. I’ll ride out with you if you want me. If you don’t, say so." “I don’t." “O. K." Jane undertook to mount. "Look here, girlie!” said McCrossen suddenly. "Why don’t you like me?” Without further preface than a laugh he caught her In his arms. “I’ll do anythin’ to please you.” Jane, struggling angrily, stood pinned. He laughed immoderately at i her efforts to tear herself away. She rained blows on him with her fists. I "Let me go!” she panted. "I hate you.” Still laughing, he tried to talk down her anger. She got away from him. “Hate me as much as you like, Janie, but I’m goin’ to have you. I’ll kill any man that tries to take you away from me,” he continued coolly. "I don’t care a damn who he is—Just remember that, girlie. And I’d kill you. too, if you married another man.” Canting, and furious with anger and fear, she got into her hand the riding whip dangling from her wrist and lashed him across the face and head. As she dashed away, McCrossen 1 drew paper and tobacco from his pock et. rolled a cigarette, and licking the paper’s edge as he looked after Jane riding toward Denison's ranch, struck a match, lighted up. and started for the bunkhouse. Jane, her heart beating tumultuous ly, galloped swiftly along the trail, completely upset by McCrossen’s bully ing and the worry In her breast. Instead of heading first for town, she rode over to Denison’s ranch. i | The Lifting Power BEHNKE-WALKER PREPARATION o 1st—A Better Position e 2nd— Rapid P r omo tion e 3rd-Larger Opportunities “Planning Your Future” will give you the details. W rite today Gehnkelolker BUSINESS COLLEGE s. W. Salmon at 11th Avenue, Portland, Ore. ARE YOU MISERABLE? | CLASSIFIED DEPARTMENT YARNS I The sight of the ranch house ruins was a shock, even though she tried to steel herself against It. A man down near the corral was leading one of Denison’s horses to the barn. “Are you Ben Page?" asked Jane abruptly. "Yes’m." “How did this happen. Ben?" she asked sympathically. "You tell.” he returned sullenly. "Tell me all about it. Ren. I’m from Gunlock and a friend of Bill Deni- son's." He regarded her with suspicion. "Must be the only one he’s got over there.” he growled. Jane swallowed. “I hope it Isn’t as bad as that.” she exclaimed. “What caused this dreadful fire. Ben?" “How the hell should I know?" “Don’t know what caused the fire, eh? Well, you ought to at least know how to be civil to a lady. Since you dont. I advise you to come over and take a lesson from your brother Bull." Jane galloped swiftly away, more than ever upset mentally. Once in town, she sought Dr. Carpy. She encountered him in the street. They walked together back to his of- fice. "How are you, Jane?” asked the doc- tor. "I just rode in from Bill’s. He has Ben Page there looking after things, and the insolent blockhead wouldn't even answer me civilly when I tried to find ont how It happened—so I rode away Into town.” “That fire has stirred Bill up terri bly—out of all proportion to Its im- portance. It maybe was done to annoy aim.” Jane looked frightened "Why. doc- tor! What do you mean? Do you be- . Heve the ranch house was set on fire?" Carpy was taken aback He had said more than he meant to. "Why, no one can tell for sure about that, of course. Some drunken Indian might have set it afire." “To annoy Bill?” asked Jane incredu lously. “You can't tell," persisted the doc tor, gathering courage as he proceeded. “Bill may have made one of ’em mad sometime—ordered him off the place or something. “How Is he coming on, doctor?” "All right, so far. It'll take time to tell the story, Jane, just’s I said.” “Could I see him this morning, do yon think?" "If it was anybody else on earth, the answer would be no. If you go over, don't stay long, and tell Sister Virginia It’s O. K. with me.” “Be back here at twelve to take lunch with me— promise?” "I promise.” “And remember”—Carpy raised the forefinger of his right hand—“mum's the word." The utter absence of authentic de talla concerning the cause of the fire called for a more active effort on the part of the imagination; and this in turn indicated its stimulation at Jake Spotts' bar. So the old guard were gathered on this morning still discuss ing the “outrage." Among those grouped at the inner end of Spotts' long bar were three vet erans of the frontier. Henry Sawdy, calm, portly, pulled reflectively at his long-horned mustachios and fingered his well-filled glass without raising It to his lips. John Lefever, likewise full-bodied as old port, whistling “sotto vokey,” as Sawdy described it, twirled his glass and listened for the next fire theory offered by Jim McAlpin, the thin, nervous, weather-beaten-faced liv eryman. Toward this trio there now saun tered, coming in the front door, the raw-boned, lantern-Jawed, unshaven Bill Pardaloe. "What's the last news, boys?" he asked in a general appeal. “Just like the first and that's nothin' at all," said McAlpin. “Give me the Three Veterans of the Frontier. traded the sorrel to McCrossen about ■ year ago. “That horse was over to Bill's place maybe thirty-six to forty-eight hours before Scott read the sign. The man that rode that horse over to Denison's night before last knows a lot about who started that fire. Who rode It?" “That horse, boys, has been rode by Barney Rebstock since he's roosted over at Gunlock with his old pal and boss, Gus Van Tambel. After Bob fixed on the sorrel, Pardaloe sends him up around by Gunlock to scout the ques tion, who rides the sorrel. Then Pard aloe and I rode straight back to town to send out Carpy. You see. Bob could appear up at Gunlock casual-like and ask questions and nobody would think anythin’ about IL Bob rides in and out there often. “Of course, he had to be careful. But there’s two honest men over there. Bull Page and the Chink. Bob set down In the kitchen for a cup of coffee— hadn't had no breakfast—and buzzes the Chink. Finally he cornea around to the sorrel he’d traded In to the ranch, and asks who rides It now. ‘Rebstock,' says the Chink. “Then Bob waits for Bull Page. He asks Bull whether he thinks there's any chance to get McCrossen to trade the sorrel back to him. Finally he asks Bull who's ridin' the sorrel. Bull says since Barney Rebstock come back, he asked McCrossen if he could fasten onto the sorrel and McCrossen said yes.” Sawdy paused again. There was a general silence. "That’s the story, boys. No, hold on ! Barney and Van Tambel left the ranch at daylight this mornin’ for the pastures, with Barney on the sorrel !” "Story enough.” grunted McAlpin. “But,” he continued. "Barney's pretty cute. If he was goin’ to start a fire, wouldn't he take somebody else's horse ?” “I thought that way for a while,” intervened Pardaloe. “But Barney can be careless, too—you know that, boys. So I asked Bob to find out, was Barney out that night of the fire; was the sorrel out. Old Bull Is a nighthawk around Gunlock—you know that. He may have suspected what was in Bob's mind, but be wouldn't give a whoop anyway. He hates Barney like poison. He told Bob that Barney was the only man outside the bunkhouse that night. And he heard him Tidin' away.” Sawdy stopped the general discus sion. "Boys, what you goin’ to do?” Pardaloe rose. Some experience in frontier courts of this kind had con vinced him that it was time for a sheriff or an ex-sheriff to be moving on. As a one-time representative of the law laid down in statute books, he felt it incumbent on himself to take no further part in the deliberations. “Run along. Bill,” nodded Sawdy. “We'll see you later—maybe.“ With the ex-sheriff gone, Sawdy called for opinion as to what, if any, action should be taken. “If any !” exclaimed McAlpin, echo ing the words scornfully. “Man alive, you know it ain't a question of ‘if any’ action. It’s a question of what kind of action." “Got a rope here, McAlpin?” "Got 'em big and little, old and new.” “Don’t be too hard on Barney,” in interposed Lefever. “The least you can do is to soap the rope for him." same, Oscar, with more bitters. Hold “Don't misunderstand me, boys," in on. boys! By the Lord, if I'm alive, terposed Sawdy. “I want to string him there comes Ben Page now,” “Hey ! Ren ! This way." cried up and down a few times to get the Sawdy as the stumpy bowlegged cow- story out of him. A little argument man walked down the barroom towards like that’ll bring it." “Boys.” said McAlpin. "I’ve an idea them. "Come along and wet up.” “Well, Ben.” demanded Sawdy. when you can catch Rebstock right here in the glasses were set down, “what town. If be set the fire, be's got money aplenty. It’s burnin' boles in about the fire?” his pockets. Catch your cat in the Red “I jumped through the window." Front saloon; call him out the back Neither questions nor alcoholic stim- | door; set him on a horse and ride him illation could draw out more definite | information than this. As to the origin | down to the bridge—that's gentlemanly and private.” of the blaze. Page had no theory or | “It's the first time In your life, but knowledge. I guess you are right. McAlpin," said The longer the group tarried, the I Sawdy. "We've Just got to set the rope more resentful they grew at the | watch on Barney.” thought of Bill Denison's being burned Ten minutes later found the worthies out. It was at last decided to let Sawdy and Pardaloe ride to Deni concealed—except McAlpin, detained at the barn—lined up at Jake Spott’s son's together to make an “official In vestigation." They took the Reserva | bar Jake, still on crutches, was bobbling tion trail and halfway out met Bob 1 around. Scott riding Into town. “How’s the leg. Jake?” asked Sawdy, The two adventurer* halted Bob, ex plained their errand, and asked him | to be polite. “By rights 1 ought to be in bed, but to join them. Scott wheeled bls horse around, and | I can't afford It.” “Have you sen Barney Rebstock this the three galloped tor Denison’s | evenin’!” asked Lefever, casually. ranch. Spotts' face darkened—he, too, bated That nicht, late, Sawdy. Lefever. Me- "I ain't seen him, and don’t Alpin, Pardaloe, and Ben Page met by j Barney ask nothin’ like that to make me swear. the dim light of a lantern in the stuffy smelling harness room of McAlpin’s I Roys," he added, addressing the group, “you know Panama spent a whole year barn tryin’ to break me of my bad habit of -Boys," began Sawdy. gravely, when the doors were carefully stint and out- I swearin’. Now, when It's too late for er approaches examined. Its Just's him to know. I'm goin' to quit swearin’. we figured—dirty work out at Bill’s | I give publie notice, here and now. if ranch. It was lucky Pardaloe and I any d—d man gets me so angry I've picked on Bob Scott. He’s magic on ' got to swear. I'm not goin’ to cuss him trailin'. If It hadn't been for Bob, | out, like I used to. No I I'm Just goin’ Pardaloe and med been scratchin’ to lek h—l ont of him then and there, so you fellows can tell the boys what around Bill’s place yet. There wasn’t a thing to show where or how the to expect ' At that moment the back screen door fire started—the Job was too well done. banged on its hinges and McAlpin, But what couldn’t be covered op was sharp-faced, keen-eyed, and out of the ground sign in the yard. Who’d been there last? Lucky for us, there breath, rushed Into the room. With wa’n’t many horses’d been runnin’ much celerity and many pa tomi mie ges- tures, the Scotsman drew Sawdy far around the yard. Rob spotted three; one was Music. Bill's horse—Ben's been into an empty comer of the saloon. -What’s up. Scotty?" ridin' her The other two were Gun- “He’s in there,” whispered McAlpin. lock horses, boys. One that Jane rides He's in there right now!" —that was fresh track. But there was “Who? older track—of a Gunlock horse.” "Gunlock horse! echoed Lefever. “Barney ! “Where ! la the murky light of the lantern -In Boland’s saloon! I seen the sor- Sawdy pulled his mustachio dellber- st el y “A Gunlock horse,” be repeat rei standin’ nt the hitch rack la front ed, "And It was the sorrel gelding when I come along up street to Join you here, so I went in. Hurry, he’s that most of you’ve seen. Bob- knows there !” every horse In the billa by his hoofs, and as luck would have it. he himselt (TO BE CONTINU TDi IMPROVED UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL UNDAY I CHOOL Lesson S By REV. HAROLD L. LUNDQUIST, Dean of the Moody Bible Institute of Chicago. © Western Newspaper Union. Page Dr. Dafoe “How’s the wife, George?" “Not so well, old boy. She’a just had quinsy." “Gosh! How many is that you’ve got how?” Lesson for November 1 LAW, LOVE, AND TEMPERANCE (International Temperance Sunday) LESSON TEXT—Romans 13:1-14. GOLDEN TEXT—It Is good neither to eat flesh, nor to drink wine, nor any thing whereby thy brother stumbleth. Rom. 14:21. PRIMARY TOPIC—Why We Keep Rules. JUNIOR TOPIC—Junior Citizens. INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOPIC —What Shall We Do About Drinking? YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOPIC —Law, Love, and Temperance. Revolution, political disorder, an archy—these are words which char acterize much of the world’s news of our day. What should be our attitude toward government? Should a Christian participate in revolts against government? These are questions that stir the hearts of men. The Bible has an answer, and it is found in our lesson for today. Let us study it with care and seek God’s message for us and for our nation in these utterly confusing days. We consider together a portion of Paul’s epistle to the Romans in which, having laid his superb doc trinal foundation, he turns to a practical application. Let us ever remember that while right doctrine is necessary to right living, it is never sufficient to hold the doctrine and fail to permit it to control our daily walk. Good citizenship of the true type is the result of staunch Christian character. Much of the weakness in our political and social life can be traced to the neglect of the things of God in the home, the school, and the church. Paul presents the Christian as one who has the right attitude to ward his neighbors, and toward his own daily walk. The Christian is I. Politically-Intelligent and Loy al (w. 1-7). Lectures on political economy are well worth while. School children should learn to love and honor their country. But for real intelligent citizenship we must have a study of God’s Word. For all govern mental authority is dependent on a God-given power. No man has any right to rule over any other man except as God delegates that right to him. No “divine right of kings” is justi fied by this passage, but clearly it does teach that government is or- dained of God and functions by his providence. To resist such author ity is to resist God. Must we always obey the govern ment? Yes; until it commands us to do that which is clearly contrary to the laws of God. We do not resist or question the authority of any properly appointed govern mental agency, no matter how weak, or even wicked the agent may be, as long as he acts as “a minister of God . . . for good.” Any government is better than an archy. But no government has the right to command any man to dis obey God. In our land we have a powerful agency for the correction of govern mental weakness and error — the ballot box. Let every Christina use it discreetly and in the fear of God. Before leaving the passage, note that the Christian does not dodge, “fix,” or leave unpaid the taxes which support the government un der whose benefits he lives and works. There is too much dishon esty at this point, and we need to correct it. n. Socially - Honest and Loving (w. 8-10). “Love thy neighbor as thyself” and there will be no social dis honesty, strife, and ill-will. Re member the lesson of last week on love—I Corintians 13. III. Personally-Clean and Spirit ual (vv. 11-14). The time when our redemption is to be fully completed—that is, when the Lord himself returns — is at hand. We therefore will not live as those who walk in darkness, but as children of the light, clean in life and thought. We will “put on the Lord Jesus Christ.” In these days when almost every wayside store and hundreds of thou sands of city buildings have been converted into drinking places far worse than the old-time saloon, when men and women are mak- | ing drunken sots of themselves, it is indeed time for Christians to raise their voices in protest and to act to protect the boys and girls of America. But above all—let us win them to Christ, for if they "put on Christ" | they will "make no provision for the flesh to fulfill the lusts thereof." Respect for Parents Honor your parents in your hearts; bear them not only awe and respect, but kindness and af fection; love their persons, and fear to do anything that may just ly provoke them.—Rev. W. Crad. ock. Good Neighbors It is a small thing to ■ man whether or not his neighbor be merciful to him; it is life or death to him whether or not he be merci, ful to his neighbor. Realistic Teacher—Why are you late for school this morning? Tommy (breathlessly)— P-p-please, sir, I dreamt I was at a football match, and the referee ordered extra time, so I stayed to see the finish. With the Trimmings “Was the defendant expensively garbed?” asked the lawyer of the colored witness. “Deed, she was, sah," answered the witness. “Ah knows expensive garbage when I sees it.” A Start Her Mother — Now that you’re married, you should help Ferdi nand to save something. Mrs. Newbride—I do. I’ve al ready helped him to save some thing on his income tax. Dr. Pierce’s Pellets are best for liver, bowels and stomach. One little Pellet for a laxative—three for a cathartic.—Adv, Self Pity One who says, “I am misunder stood,” is usually out of a job. 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