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About The Evening herald. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1906-1942 | View Entire Issue (March 21, 1936)
RANCH MYSTERY A Story For Children By Paula Hath, a vlallor from the Eat, loam thorn ha been trouble brewing on her Untile Watter'i ranch for numy month. Cuttle have been ttulcn, Uncle Walter ha been fired at by member of an unknown gang. Someone I de termined to force the owner to give up hi land. Beth I inter etted In finding out who these people are and why they want tht particular property. She find the rowel of a ellver pur In one of Hit patturo and now I pretty euro who It owner I. Uncle Wal ter ha ttorted to drill for water, and when one of hi boy ride Mo town for a now part for the drill, he I queetloned about ao llnltle on the ranch. The man who I to curlou l Mori Kuttell, the very man Beth upect. In the mUIt of the drilling, Mart rail and offer to buy the prop erty, but before her Uncle can clot the deal Beth bey him to wait until the tell her suspicion. Chapter 10. MORT RUBBELL wu a dis gruntled man when he rode out of the ranch and headed back to town. Ha told Uncle Walter at the last that h! offer to buy the ranch would not hold (or long. With all the trouble and worry the ranch had brought In the laat aix month Uncle Walter could not help but wonder If he waa doing the light thing In not sell ing now, lock, stock, and barrel. The harraaaed man went out to the paature where the well drillers were at work. Ron, Tim and Beth watched him amble alowly toward them. "Maybe Dad would've done well to sell the ranch, but, gee, I'd hate to see him do It, at that," said Ron. ' "Nothln' doln'," Tim threw back at hla brother. "We're not licked yet." Beth waited until bar uncle came up to them. There was question In bis tired eyes. "Well, honey," be aald, "what was on your mind that you waa so anxious for your old uncle not to noil hla ranch T Mort sura made ma a friendly offer. Did you hav aomethln' special that you thought woulda made any dlfferenos?" "Will you come into the bouse with me, Unci Walter?" ah asked, "and you two boya oom along. I've got something to show you and something to teO you." Ron and Tim looked surprised Indeed, but without question they followed. Aa they passed through the kitchen, Aunt Mary turned from toe oookstov. "Don't you think they're going to find water, Pa?" ah asked. "Surely you haven't had 'em atop drilling yet" "Com on along Into the parlor, Aunt Mary," said Beth. '1 want you to bear what I've got to UU, too." "pill It, Beth. A "guy can't wait forever." Ron could not bid hla Impatience, "Pip down," waa Tim's ready retort "Well, first of all, Uncle Walter, I didn't want you to sell the ranch to Mort Russell Just yet because I don't trust him the way you do." Aunt Mary sat upright In the old rocker. "Sell the ranch? What on earth art you talking about, child?" "Yea, mama, Mort offered to buy the place from me today. Bald he knew right well we waa hav ing a tough time makln' a go of CLASSIFIED FILMS DEVELOPED Roll! 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I'll toll you why." "We haven't known Mort a groat while, child. Juat you any what you've a mind to, hore with your own folka, and then we'll think about it." "Thank you, Aunt Mary." Now everything waa eaaler. Beth reached Into the pocket of her jeana and drew forth the ellver, atar-ahaped wheel. 8he placed It on the table where everyone could sea. Both boya reached out for It, and aa they turned It over Uncle Walter aald, "It'a a rowel, Beth. Where did you get It?" "Yea, It'a a rowel and not an ordinary ono, either." "I'll aay It'a not an ordinary one , . . It's silver," said Ron. "Yea, It'a ellver." And Beth plunged Into her atory. "I found It In the pasture the day I had my Drat riding leaaon. It waa up In the near paature, just a few feet from Che place where the men are drilling out there. I didn't think much about It at Aral: ao I didn't mention It You aee, Uncle Walter, I didn't even know what It waa until the day I went to town with Claude." "I'll bet Claude told you," grinned Ron. "Claude lovea to explain anything. Did he tell you how they were made and how much they coat?" "Will you keep your ever-ready mouth closed, Ron, and let Beth' do the talking just this one?" aald Tiro with obvious disgust, "After w got to town w went to the station. Claud wanted to see the train oom In." Ron waa about to comment on this Idea, too, but Tim anticipated him and clapped hla hand, none too gently, across hla brother's wide srall. , "At the depot there were two men. On of them waa Mort Rus sell, and the other on stranger. While Claude talked to them I noticed that Russell wu wearing spurs, and on of them bad a rowel missing. X even said aom thlng about It to him, and then Claud Introduced me." The family leaned forward, all eyes and Interest "Mort said, yes, he had loat a rowel off hla apur, and he had sent to San Francisco for a new one. Then he asked me how I Uked the West, and all that. I aald, 'Have you been out to see my uncle lately?' And since I waa pretty aure the rowel I'd found was his, I was surely sur prised when he said he hadn't been on the ranch In many months." "Well, now, that's strange, ain't It?" said Uncle Walter. "Funny ho'd lie ilk that If he wasn't with the gang that's been raiding us right along," said Aunt Mary. Beth nodded and went on. Then I decided I'd not say any thing about the rowel I'd found on our rancb, I figured that If he waa aa rich a man as Claude said he was, he wasn't stealing cattle for any reason except to frighten you off the land." "But what could he want to run me out for?" "That's the part I don't know, Unole, And here's the rest!" . By now everyone was leaning forward with eagerness and ad miration, In their faces. "There Is soma reason ' why Mort wants this land. And who waa the man he put aboard the train that day? Claudo hadn't ever seen him before. But this much I noticed; on hla aultcaae there were three letter after hla name, They were F, a, S. Now that muat be aome kind of a busi ness or profession. If we knew what those letters meant, we might be able to figure out why Mort Russell had that man out here, and . . . " Beth did not finish for Ron had jumped to bis feet, yelling, "Where's my school dictionary?" (Continued next week) LEVEL off there, fellows, and hold that glide for a minute while we sit her down for a lot of the old chatter. We were gassing with the edi tor the other day about Western ers who pioneered in aviation. Naturally the name of Professor John J. Montgomery came up. Tou see, Professor Montgom ery, who was member of the faculty at Santa Clara College, California, actually built the first glider that ever looped. It waa in ISM that Professor Montgomery began building glid er the forerunners of the Wright Brothers' powered plan. Over In Germany, Otto Lilian thai had spent something like five hour in the air; In England, Percy Pllcher had constructed a number of successful gliders, and in this country, Octave Chanuta waa gliding, also, WELL, Professor Montgom ery's models got better and better until he had pretty thor oughly licked the stability prob lem. Finally he ran into a dreua balloonist and parachute Jumper named Malonay. Tht Malonay seemd to have a lot of what ft take he hoisted a glider up on a balloon and cut loose at 3500 feet And he didn't know any too much about flying It, either! Needless to aay, he got down all right but not before he cut a few fancy figures In the atmos phere to give the audience a thrill regular circus stuff. After a while, Professor Mont gomery hired some more circus stuntera and made a tour of the weat coast Willi his balloon-glider show, which caused a tremendous amount of Interest The professor had his troubles, though. His dare-devil glider pi Iota were always trying to steal the show from each other. One day one of them, dead set on cop ping all the glory, cut loose from a balloon as usual and atarted to do some exceptionally sharp turns on his way down. Just what hap pened Isn't any too clear to any one, but he turned ao fast he did what amounted to a loop, or so they called It i THAT brings to mind these par achute jumpers who rig them selves out In a flock of fabric and go gliding all over the place on the way down. It'a simple to ex plain but not so simple If the jumper happens to get tangled up In all that paraphernalia. They stretch a webbing betweon their legs, you see, and have an other webbing on both arms. Naturally the speed they're fall ing creates a certain lift on the "wings," just aa speed create lift on a plane' wings. And so they get soma support Thus far we haven't read of any jumper glid ing In to a safe landing on his nose. They dump off the "wings" ' Polishing Off A Steak I AnOfficer's Boots By Paula Norton ONCE there waa a VERY Im portant officer In the Ger man army, and he had two beau tiful, shining black boots which he wore ONLY on special occa sions. The officer had a small son, too, and the son had two little dachshunds. Now dachshunds are clever little fellows and VERY fond of mischief any mischief. The officer's little boy used to play In his father's room, while , that dignified gentleman waa away at a big garrison all day. The boy liked that room best of all the rooms In his horns, be cause It was daVk and filled with books and mysterious weapons and many curlou souvenirs. In the officer's room there waa a great dark clothes cupboard, too, and there In the shadows hung many beautiful uniforms. ' The Dachaiea went to this in . terestlng, mysterious-room, too, whenever the boy went there. ' They never made much noise, however, because they knew If they did someone would notice them and put them out at once. The bey paid little attention to them, for he waa always busy ex ploring among the many strange things he found there. He spent every afternoon for a week In that room looking at picture of and open the 'chute while still several hundred feet up. YOU know there are Idt of things not to do when you're flying, but lota of fellows are apt to forget this: "Don't make a down-wind turn on the takeoff!" Why ? Well, meat of you know, probably, but here's a simple ex planation. Let's say the landing speed which Is also your takeoff speed of the ship Is 33 miles an hour. You're taking off Into a IB-mile-an-hour wind. That means that when you're going 20 miles an hour the wind supplying the other IB m.p.h.'s you take off. BUT, If you turn down wind at that time, you're still moving 20 per slower than the minimum flying speed. And smacko, off she -falls! That's why pilot keep straight ahead If the motor, conk on a takeoff ditches and fences to the contrary notwithstanding. ' battle acenea of Jong ago. He'd drag the big book over to the window to aee the details of the fierce battle scene. NO one came to disturb the boy, and the Dachaiea left him alone, too they had business of their own to handle. Then one day the world fell with a crash around the ears of the boy, and It nearly landed on the Dachaiea. There was to be a special, extra fancy dress parade of the soldiers in honor of the Emperor. The officer hurried to his home to dress In his special parade uni form. - t. It ao happened the boy and the dogs were out fishing that after noon, ao the officer found hla room quite as It should have been. Then suddenly he bellowed In a vole like thunder. The boy and dogs, returning from their fishing trip, were just 4 passing under the window. THEY . heard and all three shivered and shook and listened! Then the thunder slowed down, and they heard shouts of com-' mand to servants and any on who would listen. The nice, dignified. Important officer said! "Someone, someone has chewed a great round hole In the heel of each of my special parade boot. I am furious I" ' The boy grabbed a dog under each arm and flew Into the woods, back where he'd been fishing. There he tied them to a tree and at beside them. He was fright ened and a little angry at hi Dachaiea, too. HE aald: "Now you've done it! Stop wagging and listen! What did you have to be so smarty for anyway? How can Father wear those boot to the parade for the Emperor with his whits sox showing through the heels?" , . Then he got up and walked around and around the tree. Now the Dachsles felt badly, and they lay down on the ground and lifted their little brown eyebrows with , ashamed, aad eyes, watching the boy. After a long time of great si lence, the boy untied the two vil lains and went slowly back to the house. He listened carefully when he went through the halls to his room. All waa quiet . , i the band mualc of the parade could be hoard In the distance. , That night the dogs slept In the boy's room (he built a tent house for them out of a plaid shawl draped over two chairs). They were VERY quiet and VERY good. When the boy's father came In ' to tell him "good night," two pairs of soft brown eyes peeked from . under the tent fringe. They were watching two dusty military boots and wondering how THEY'D taste! . ' . CURFEW THE ringing of a curfew waa first an English custom, orig inating with William th Con queror. The word come from x "couvrefeu," a French . word meaning "cover fire." The curfew In England meant that at 8 o'clock all fires and lights had to be "covered." . , Tell Time By The Flowers No Watch Needed in Garden Where Western Flowers Bloom EVEN if your- watch has stop ped it Is usually quite easy to tell what time It is in a gar den. A large number of plants open their flowers at certain times of the day and this they do with amazing regularity. Other plant close their flowers with the same consistency just aa though they hod an eye on the clock. Probably the earliest garden plant to open Its blooms is the well known climber, Ipomaea, the buds of which expand at B o'clock. Single roses of all kinds open about an hour later, at 9.. Practically all kinds of Llnum and the Day Lilies (Hemerocallls) open at 7. Just about the same time the Shirley Popples burst their green cases and Irises ex pand. At 8 many kinds of Con volvulus expand their blooms. At 9 one will see the opening of many sorts of Veronica, Gentians, Ox alls, to mention only a few kinds. Arenarias, Portulacas, Each scholtzlas and Marigolds display their flowers at 10 o'clock. At mid-day those great sun lovers, the Mesembryanthemuma, open their blooms to the warm rays. From-about noon, until the late Over the Captain's Coffee Cup Travel Tales from Everywhere By Whit Wellman MEN YOU hear about have wanted to accomplish cer tain things so much that the price didn't matter Fame often comes unsought Paul Gaugin deserted Paris to live on an Island. He painted what he saw and felt and went mad. Recognition followed long after. Yet before the end, for several years of freedom his life was satisfying. More contented, prob ably, than the daya of his Euro pean friends, who lived In the "world that Is" He did what he wanted. Not everyone can live accord ing to their heart's desire. Re sponsibilities, conventions stifle all but one in a thousand or so. It takes strength not to care what people think. Stout belief in your own talent or simply "know ing that the customary routine is not for you. Of such are the beach combers, , rOcket-of-leave" men, planters on some forgotten Islet who'd rather swim In a warm coral lagoon than own a business. A man will drop a good job to build a boat and put out for the Pacific Islands. Any Island, ao It'a far enough. Gold I found up a waterway in Guinea, where canni bals have their own convention of "long-pig." Few have grown wealthy on corpa or sago plan tations. Not many have brought out enough yellow metal from un explored Papua to make up for malaria and Wackwator fever for native sorceries they've seen and cannot talk about or forget SEEKING NEW frontiers some few win disregard three meals a day, a place to sleep. In San Francisco a young portrait artist fishes much of the daylight hours near Fort Mason. Evening sees him sketching pa trons of a Bohemian resort on the edge of Telegraph Hill At a dol lar a head, he gets little but ex peri en ae which an artist needs more than anything he could buy. Independent he says "No" to more faces than be sketches, and depends upon an Intuitive sens of selection when he "accepts" a model. In the dim candle light hla drawings line th walls, some ex cellent, . others experiments In technique. His last nam 1 some thing Bwedlah, hla first Is Rich a blond lad, who steadily sees mora behind a (mil than th surface pose. A philosophy of hla own poking around from city to city concerned more In developing hi work than In wealth or comfort He'a doing what he wants to do. Sacrifice now some day, fame. SPEAKING OF SAGO and copra, coffee, rubber, and cacao planting there exlat even today opportunities In British Guinea for men with a few thou aanda of dollars. Between two and Ave You can lease land for 80 years at a nominal figure, so low It's almost free. Native labor Is higher than In Malaya or Africa, but this is amply balanced by th low living cost You live as you please, cheaply or expensively plant a crop of whatever strikes your fancy, and reap the harvest within a few years. Everything grow quickly In th rich coll and tropical climate. No great for tune are made you don't go down to become a millionaire but your plantation and bush mad house can be beautiful, your boat is manned by loyal natives, the forest and rivers are virtually your privet hunting preserves. A decent living, privacy freedom. LETTERS DRIFT IN not only from foreign porta, but afternoon, one must tell the time not by the opening of flowers but by their closing. Mallows of vary ing klnda close from 1 to 2, as also do the garden forma of Hawkweed (Hieradum). Potato and Tomato flowers shut up about 3, whilst an hour later, the Esch acholtziaa and Marigolds close. At S you will see the glorious flowers of the Water Lilies draw their pet als together and begin to sink be low the surface. At 6 quite a remarkable open ing of flower begin again. Then the Honeysuckle open in addl-. tion to the Evening Primrose and many kinds of Lychnis. At 8 comes the Night-scented Stock and MirabiU Jalapa. At 9 many of the Catchflles (Silene) ex pand for the first, time and the Woodruff and Whit Tobaccoea do the same. Those who have greenhouses, and grow the Night-flowering Cacti, will notice that the marvel ous flowers of this plant open al ' most on the stroke of 10, only to be a mass of faded and crumpled petals a few hour later. from the Pacific Coast as well. Brigadier General J. A. Woodruff replies to an inquiry about the disappearance of Captain Mc Lellan of the transport Republic It seems doubtful if further ' ever be thrown on the matter." .jpublic brought the body oi r ather Damlen "leper priest of Molokai" to Ban Francisco for ' high mass at Old St Mary's . . . then sailed with the remains for jaeigiuiu. nawaiJaua ujuuuuh that a curse would strike anyone removing a body buried in sacred ground. At 5:13 in the morning between the Farallon Islands and the lightship Captain McLellan . vanished. More of this later. In vestigations are still under way. Mrs. Jay Harvey, of Yelm, Washington Dallas Ataman, of Astoria, Oregon have collections . of those Interesting glass balls that sweep In with the Japanese current rolling up on northwest ern beaches. This Is not a trading column but If you'd Ilk to posas rather lovely and unusual globe In rainbow colors, drop them a line. ... buried Treasure la not always a myth. If you feel the urge to dig for dead men' gold and jewels, there are places today supposed to bold fabulous wealth. . Millions In plate and bar gold treasure of Lima still evade . seekers on Coco Island Some where on Trinidad la buried a fairly well-authenticated treasure. W understand that even charts are obtainable. South of Madeira lie the Salvages, where a chest of two million silver dollars was sunk In the sand by a mutinous crew, which did away with their Captain and laid his body atop the treasure. In 'M the sailing ship General Grant was loat off th Auckland Ialanda bearing 60,000 ounces of gold. Th vessel drove Into a cliff cave and broke up. The hull la still visible, but the huge combers and swift un dertow have prevented diver from rescuing the booty. ONE OF DEWEY'S SHIPS lies In San Francisco Bay the . U. 8. B. Botton, which I tied up at th south end of Yerba Buena Island. Th Navy ha used it for year aa a Receiving Ship, doing dull routine duty after th excit ing Battle of Manila Bay. She I on of th few vessels left that served the Admiral when he hum bled th Spanish fleet Thousand of commuter pas within sight of her every day, completely un aware that close at hand la on of th romantic relic of th cen tury. Time move ao swiftly, no on has time these days for memories. But anyone with a good reason, or a bump of curiosity, can ask for a pass to board her at 1 , Harrison Street Headquarters of the 12th Naval District IF YOU'VE LIVED through adventure In any part of th world . . . and want to ae them published In this column . . , writ them down and send them to The Captain, Five star Weekly, S0 Mills Tower, Ban Francisco, California. ROGS STAST ACKYAID I ! sotaMJ. llMMdaf ItnlO. Amw tltmttm forfn. A MimiC AN ImOO CANNHS A Ml V a. PA4I 8IVBN
