The Hermiston herald., November 26, 1936, Image 6

Thursday, November 26, 1936
THE HERMISTON HERALD, HERMISTON, OREGON.
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GUNLOCK
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Kay
Francis
Stuffed Pork Chops
2 eggs.
4 slices bread, without crusts.
2 slices of bread, with crusts.
12 teaspoon salt.
Pepper.
Small dash of poultry seasoning.
1 large onion, chopped.
.
4 pork chops, with pockets.
When ordering chops, have
them cut an inch thick, with slits,
or “pockets,” clear back to the
bone. Chop the onions, shred the
bread and beat the eggs well with
a fork. Mix these well, kneading
the mixture with the fingers until
it is well blended. Add the season­
ing. Pack this stuffing firmly into
the pockets of the chops and close
the opening with toothpicks. Lay
chops in baking dish, uncovered,
and broil slowly in oven for forty-
five minutes. Serve with baked
potatoes, which are baked at the
same time.
FRANK H. SPEARMAN
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Copyright Frank H. Spearman
WNU Service
CHAPTER XII—Continued
—1 8
“Why, yes, Gus,” admitted Bull, halt­
ingly but good-naturedly. “I believe
you did.”
“You believe I did !” echoed Van
Tambel, enraged. "How did she get
a horse out of my corral?”
“Why, she corue down here to get
her pony up herself—so I helped her
a little.”
The veins In Van Tambel's huge neck
swelled. Grabbing Bull with his pow­
erful hands, he fastened his Iron fin­
gers on the old man's throat and
choked him pitilessly, pouring on him
as he did so a torrent of curses heard
©— WNU Service.
by Quong, who ran to the kitchen door
to listen.
Only by struggling for his very life
Scalped, Yet Lived
was Bull able to wriggle free from
Even the women of early Ohio the deadly grip. In doing so, he fell
must have been as tough as buf­ backward to the ground, scrambled to
falo hide.
his feet, and ran Into the barn.
When a young girl, Delia Cor-
It was Inside the barn that Bull’s
bly of pioneer Miami county was voice was heard by the China boy beg­
knocked down by the Indians, who ging for mercy. “Why, Gus,” he
removed the scalp from the top urged, “Jane’s a nice girl. Don't take
of her head and left her for dead— It so hard. I’ve worked for you a good
the usual fate of one who is many years, off an' on. You always
scalped. But Miss Corbly recov­ found me honest, didn’t you?”
ered, and lived to marry and rear
Van Tambel uttered no word. He
ten children. As the whole top of had pursued Bull to the farthest cor­
her head was scalpless, she ner of an empty stall and, filled with
trained her hair to grow upward silent, murderous rage, caught up a
and across as a protection.
broken wagon stake and swung It over
Although she lived a normal his head. “Don’t hit me with that,
life, she did, however, complain Gus,” cried the frightened man. A
of an occasional headache, which low, fearful Imprecation from Van
she attributed to her girlhood en­ Tambel answered him.
counter with the redskins.—Cleve­
“Now I'll give you what's cornin’ to
land Plain Dealer.
you !”
“Why, Gus, you ain't a-goin’ to kill
me!”
Grunting and mad for blood, Van
Tambel struck at the cowboy and
rained blow after blow on him till he
sank to the floor. Then, suddenly, he
dropped the stake and, bespattered
with blood, staggered out of the barn
and over to the house. Quong, watch­
ing stealthily, fled in terror for town.
Don’t Try to "Save" on Home
Remedies—Ask Your Doctor
There is one point, on which prac­
tically all doctors agree. That is:
Don’t gitie uour child unknown remedies
without asking your doctor first.
All mothers know this. But some­
times the instinct to save a few
pennies by buying “something just
as good” overcomes caution.
When it comes to the widely used
children's remedy — “milk of mag-
nesia” — many doctors for over half
a century have said "PHILLIPS.”
For Phillips’ Milk of Magnesia is the
standard of the world. Safe for chil­
dren.
Keep this in mind, and say “PHIL­
LIPS’ MILK OF MAGNESIA”
when you buy. Comes now, also in
tablet form. Get the form you prefer.
But sec that what you get is labeled
"Genuine Phillips’ Milk of Mag­
nesia.” 25, for a big box of the tablets
at drug stores.
ALSO IN TABLET FORM:
Each tiny tablet
is the equivalent
of a teaspoon-
ful of genuine
Phillips’ Milk
of Magnesia,
Dunn
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■ MIL I Lira
EPMnups—
MILK OF
MAGNESIA
YOU CAN THROW CARDS
IN HIS FACE
ONCE TOO OFTEN
HEN you have those awful
cramps; when your nerves
are all on edge— don't take it out
on the man you love.
Your husband can't possibly
know how you feel for the simple
reason that he is a man.
A three-quarter wife may be
no wife at aU If she nags her hus-
band seven days out of every
month.
For three generations one woman
has told another how to go "emll-
lna through" with Lydia E Pink-
ham’s Vegetable Compound. It
helps Nature tone up the system,
thus lessening the discomforts from
the functional disorders which
women must endure In the three
ordeals of life: 1. Turning from
girlhood to womanhood. 2. Pro-
paring for motherhood.
3. Ap-
proaching "middle age "
Don’t be a three-quarter wife,
take LYDIA E
PINKHAM’S
VEGETABLE COMPOUND
Go "Smiling Through."
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and
READ THE ADS
In the cubbyhole office of McAlpin’s
livery barn In Sleepy Cat. Sawdy, Bob
Scott, and McAlpin sat on three stools,
silent and absorbed in a three-cor­
nered bout at poker.
The frightened
Quong, trotting and walking from Gun­
lock and crossing the bridge, reached
McAlpin’s In pitiable c nditlon. Throw­
ing lils hands against the glass-panel
office door, he burst in and fell sprawl­
ing almost on top of the intent play­
ers.
The gamesters Jumped to their feet.
McAlpin broke Into angry exclamation:
“What the devil! Can't we have a
friendly game In my own quarters
without a drunken bum chargin’ In on
us head first?”
Sawdy, less Intent on saving his
money and chips, had turned Quong
partly over. "It's a chink, boys. There
must be a tong war on.”
Bob Scott, coolest of the trio, bent
to scan the Intruder's features.
“Who Is It. Bob'”' exclaimed McAl­
pin.
“It's Quong, the cook out at Gun­
lock, boys. If I’m not mistaken—an’
from his breathin’, I guess he’s run all
the way in. Must be somethin’ doin’
up at Gunlock."
Laid out on the hostler’s little bunk.
Quong's eyes opened and closed.
“What Is It, Quong? What’s wrong?"
asked Scott
With his eyes popping from his head.
Quong managed to form a word :
“Bull!" he exclaimed, hoarse and pant-
Ing. “Bull Pagei”
“What, Quong?”
"Bull Page!”
“He says Bull Page,” explained Scott.
"What’s a matter with Bull. Quong?"
Quong's eyes rolled In terror. “Gus."
"Who?”
“Gus.”
"Yes. Gus—what about Gus?"
“He kill him.”
“What do you mean? Bull killed
Gus? No!"
“Gus kill Bull."
"Who told you that. Quong?"
“I see ownself. Gus kill Bull.”
“Well, I'll be damned." exclaimed
Sawdy. "It looks like a straight story,
beys. That why you run Into town.
Quong?"
The China boy nodded.
The trio consulted together. A team
was hitched to a three-seated demo­
crat wagon, Quong was helped Into
It, and with McAlpin driving, the four
set ont for the Jail to pick up Bill
Pardaloe. Pardaloe was In bed. They
routed him out and drove over to the
hotel to pick up Doctor Carpy.
Two hours later the party halted be­
fore the dark, silent ranch house at
Gunlock.
In the stall farthest from the door
they found Van Tambel's victim. In­
credible as the possibility seemed to
Carpy, poor Bull, left alone, had
dragged himself out of the stall and lay
on his back.
Carpy held a lantern over him His
face and head had been battered al
most beyond recognition.
“He's close to dead, boys," exclaimed
Carpy, low-voiced, to his companions.
“Get him to the kitchen. While I’m
working with him, look for Van Tam­
bel."
They carried Bull to the kitchen
door. Scott entered carefully and.
groping In the dark, struck a match
and lighted the lamp. Bull, breathing
stertorously, was laid on the table.
Pardaloe tried the door leading to
the dining room. It was locked. He
rapped on It. He rapped again loudly,
but the summops brought no reply.
“Stand to one side. Bob," murmured
Pardaloe. “I’m goln’ to bust It”
He threw his shoulder against the
door. As It crashed open. Pardaloe,
followed by Scott, walked into the din­
ing room. The door to the living room
stood open. This room, inspected, re­
vealed no sign of disturbance.
Of the two bedroom doors opening
off this room, the door, one leading to
Van Tambel’s bedroom, was closed.
Setting the lamp on the table in the
middle of the room, Pardaloe knocked
on Van Tambel’s door and, getting no
reply, tried it. The door was locked.
Pardaloe called out, "If you’re In
there, Gus, unlock your door. I’m here
to talk with you." Pardaloe awaited
in silence a response from within ;
there was none.
Pardaloe threw himself Into the door.
It gave so easily that he stumbled
across the threshold.
The bedroom was dark. Scott relight­
ed the lamp. Parualoe held It above his
head and, followed by Scott, walked
Into the bedroom.
They saw the huge figure of a man
lying across the bed. Pardaloe, passing
the lamp to his companion, put his
hand on the man’s shoulder, saw that
he was unconscious, and peering closer,
turned the face toward him. It was
Van Tambel.
"Call Carpy, quick, Bob,” muttered
Pardaloe. "He's unconscious."
When Carpy stalked Into the room,
Sawdy with him, the doctor, aided by
Doctor!” She Exclaimed Faintly,
“He’s Dead!”
his companion, turned the body partly
over and examined it.
“How Is he, Doe?” whispered Par­
daloe.
“Dead.”
Already seized by the excruciating
pain that cost him his life. Van Tam­
bel had left his victim and staggered
In his distress to the house.
"It was a quick call, boys,” said
Carpy to those around him.
Transfixed by agony, the cruel fea­
tures could not be softened.
“Nothing more to be done here,”
said Carpy In the living room. “Take
Bull over to the bunkhouse now and
lay him on his bed."
The clatter of hoofs was heard In
the yard. "It's the boys back from
town." said Sawdy, looking through
the window. Carpy turned to Parda­
loe. "Go out and tell them what's hap­
pened. and not to touch a thing until
after the coroner comes out.”
Doctor Carpy came Into breakfast
late next morning. Jane, who had fin­
ished her breakfast, rallied him, as
she rose.
“I am late,” he admitted.
“Night work?”
He nodded.
Standing beside the table, she was
looking over the newspaper. He put
his arm around her.
“Sit down a minute, Jane. I've some­
thing to say to you. News for you."
She blanched a bit. "About Bill, Doc-
ter?” she asked anxiously.
"Not a thing In the world about Bill.
It’s—about your father.”
"Oh, I know he's terribly angry!"
Carpy shook his head. "Not now.
Jane. He's not angry with anybody
now."
"Doctor! What de you mean? Have
you seen him?”
He nodded. "Yes, last night. You
know how sick a man he's been—"
"Doctor!" she exclaimed faintly.
"He's dead !"
"He died last night."
She hid her face in his arm and
broke Into tears.
“Jane, your father had lived his life
—there was nothing for him to look
ahead to.
"This makes a great change In your
life, girl. I guess I’ll take you up to
the hospital. Bill must know this. Now
I've got good news for you and no
fooling. You have a big surprise and
a happy one coming at the hospital. I
took the bandages off Bill’s eyes yes­
terday to examine them—and his eyes
are much better. I we can only bold
It now I"
CHAPTER XIII
Lovely and Inexpensive
Bull Page was only a broken cow-
boy. but Bull was loved in Sleepy Cat
Yet even resentment at the name
of Van Tambel in Sleepy Cat was
softened somewhat when men heard of
Jane's unremitting attention at Bull's
side in the hospital. Van Tambel was
buried. McCrossen took charge.
To Jane's infinite relief, Bull recov­
ered and went back to Gunlock.
At the ranch there was an air of
cheer when Jane was installed; every­
body on tiptoe to render service. Mc­
Crossen was especially eager to please.
“Well, Jane, I guess you know what­
ever I can do to take care of things
is goln’ to be done, twenty-four hours
a day if need be," he said. “All you
have to do Is to leave it to me.”
"I shall depend on you for every­
thing,” she returned.
“Everything, Jane?" he echoed, smil­
ing as if to invite a confidence.
Jane was not caught. “Everything
connected with running the ranch,”
she said evenly.
But it became increasingly evident
as the days went by that the energetic
foreman still regarded himself as a
suitor.
For a fortnight nothing further oc­
curred to break the routine of ranch
work, and McCrossen said no more.
A
The general impression in town was
that Denison, as far as Jane was con­
cerned, was out of the running. Jane,
it was argued, would never marry a
blind man. and the consensus of gossip
was that Bill's sight was gone.
No excitement occurred in Sleepy
Cat until one day John Lefever was
MONG other things to
reported arrived at Thief River with a
be thankful for in this
herd of cattle for the reservation. Saw­ land of peace and plenty,
dy, who had gone to work at Gunlock think how pleasant it is to
when Lefever left for Texas, rode be able to procure such
down to Thief River to help Lefever lovely patterns so conven­
check the herd In at Gunlock Agency iently and so inexpensive­
and to give him the big Sleepy Cat ly. No longer is style the
news.
perquisite of wealth alone;
But Lefever, too, brought news. The every woman can look and
two cronies sat down to compare notes be at her best in any com­
and celebrate the end of a long drive. pany, thanks to Sewing
“I want to tell you somethin' I ran Circle patterns.
Into nearin’ Thief River,” said Lefever.
Pattern 1981, a youthful loung-
“There's a little slaughterin’ ranch a ing or sleeping pajama, features
mile south of town run by our old a nobby, cutaway peplum and
friend. Clubfoot, the butcher—remem­ comfortably cut trousers. There
ber how he skinned us on the horse is an easy yoke, a cleverly cut
race? While our herd was headin’ for collar, and a choice of long or
the river, I stopped for a few minutes short sleeves. A grand Christmas
where a couple of his boys were load­ present for an intimate friend as
in’ a wagon with hides for shipping. well as a perfect addition to your
I happened to know one of the boys. own wardrobe, why not make
He wrangled for us, cornin’ up once. them twice in alternate mate­
And I noticed all the hides I saw him rials? The sizes range, 14, 16, 18,
tyin’ up had a Gunlock brand.
20, 32, 34, 36, 38, 40 and 42. Size
" ‘How’s this?’ I says. ‘Does Van 16 (34 bust) requires 5 yards of
Tambel peddle his steers down this 39 inch material.
way?’ He winked at me an’ laughed.
Pattern 1852 fashions into an
‘This bunch,’ says he,, 'was poker adorable little frock which will
steers.’ ’’
make small eyes dance and
“It looks like McCrossen is tunnin’ sparkle. Just eight pieces to the
oh Gunlock cattle to pay his poker pattern, including the band and
debts,” said Sawdy.
facings, you can run it up in a
When Lefever had made his delivery, jiffy and have a perfect gift for
he marched with Sawdy up to the hos­ your baby daughter or favorite
pital to call on their disabled side niece. As simple as can be, it
partner, Denison.
is nevertheless pert and engaging,
Bill had been promoted from a dark truly a prize. Send for it in size
room to a shaded oner
2, 4, 6, or 8 years. Material se­
“If I knew I was going to lose my lection—dimity or swiss or voile
eyes, boys,” said he, “that would be or crepe or gingham. Size 4 re­
one thing. I could end it all or settle quires just 2 1-8 yds. of 35 or 39
down to making baskets for a living. inch.
But Doc keeps telling me he’s going
Pattern 1970 is a comely and
to save my eyes ; and that keeps me graceful morning or daytime
hoping—so the days and weeks hang frock for matron sizes, the sort
on. All the same, It’s tough, when you that goes on in a hurry and wears
never were laid up before In your life. well without a lot of fuss and both­
What’s the news with you fellows?” er. The jabot is softly feminine
The visitors talked about the discov­ and the panelled skirt is cut along
ery Lefever had made of the hides at lines every larger woman appre­
Thief River.
ciates. The collar and cuffs are
The half-blind ranchman listened in­ in contrast, if you wish, and the
tently, not with any noticeable excite­ selection of materials is practical­
ment. But Sawdy imagined he could ly unlimited. This lovely pattern
see Denison lighting up.
is available in all of the following
“Seein’ you're not fixed up Just right
yet, is there anything you’d like us to
do about It?” Sawdy asked.
“Why, yes, there Is—just do one
thing."
“What’s that?"
"Keep your mouths shut till I get out
of here. I guess you both know I’ve
got a long score to settle with that
Print your child’s name inside
bird. He was mixed up in burning up his rubbers when he goes to
my ranch house and burning me up. school. This will make it possible
I'll attend to McCrossen myself some for his teacher to identify them,
day,” he repeated slowly, “in my own which would otherwise be impos­
way.”
sible to do where there are so
A
HousetioM •
• Questions
The two men left the hospital some­
what uneasy. They laid their story be­
fore Carpy.
The doctor heard It unmoved. "Well,”
he commented, "that's not the first
bunch of steers M:Crossen has stolen
—and it won't be the last.”
“Not the first,” interjected Lefever.
"But It's the closest anybody ever came
to nailin’ it on him."
“Anyway, I don’t think he should be
left there to rob the girl right along,"
added Carpy.
“Are you goln’ to tell her?” asked
Lefever.
"I am ; today. She’s coming to town
and will be in to see me."
They told him of their talk with Den-
ison. “It left us leery. Doc." said Saw­
dy. “If Bill gets worked up too strong
over McCrossen, he's liable to bust
out on McCrossen before his eyes are
In shape to give him an even break.”
Doctor Carpy waved his hand. “Keep
your worry for something else, Saw­
dy, His eyes got secrched; but when I
let go of the boy, keep away from the
small end of his gun.”
“Jane, you’ll think I don’t bring you
anything bnt troublesome news,” the
doctor began. "But this Isn’t really
news. I’ve known for months—two or
three yearn. In fact—that McCrossen
was stealing Gunlock steers. Bnt this
Is what John Lefever brought up from
Thief River today. . . .
“Now, there’s nothing to get ex-
cited about.” observed Carpy. after he
had finished the story, “for It s noth­
ing new. But If I were you I would get
rid of McCrossen."
(TO BE COSTAI ED)
many rubbers of about the same
size.
...
When making mayonnaise, stir
the beaten eggs into cold vinegar
and when it is boiled it will not
curdle, as may be the case when
eggs are added to hot vinegar.
...
To remove the feathers from
wild ducks, dip them in boiling
water, then wrap in a thick cloth.
The feathers are steamed loose in
a very few minutes and the “pins"
will give little or no trouble.
* • •
A teaspoon of granulated sugar
added to the water in which tur­
nips are boiled removes the
strong turnip taste some object to.
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