anaheim-gazette 1933-11-02

WHISPERING ROCK by JOHN LEBAR FOURTEENTH INSTALLMENT SYNOPSIS: Ruth Warren, who lived in the East, is willed three-fourth interest in the "Dead Lantern" ranch in Arizona by her only brother who is reported to have met his death while on business in Mexico. Arriving in Arizona with her husband who has allied lungs and their small child, they learn that the ranch is located 85 miles from the nearest railroad. Old Charley Thane, rancher and rural mail carrier agrees to take them to the "Dead Lantern" gate, 5 miles from the ranch house. As they trudge wearily through a gulch approaching the ranch house, a voice whispers "Go back!" At the ranch house they are greeted suspiciously by the gaunt rancher partner, Snavely, and Indian Ann, a hermalean woman of mixed negro and Indian blood. Snavely is difficult to understand but regardless, Ruth takes up the task of trying to adjust their three lives to the ranch and its development. Kenneth, Ruth's husband, caught in chilling rain contracts pneumonia and passes away before a doctor arrives. Ruth tries to carry on. She is not encouraged by Snavely in plans to try and stock the ranch or improve it. She writes to her father in the East asking a loan with which to buy cattle. She receives no reply. Will Thane comes home to visit his father and Ruth meets him. A rancher nearby decides to retire and offers to sell Ruth and Snavely his livestock on credit. Snavely tries to balk the deal but Ruth buys to the limit of her three-quarter interest in Dead Lantern ranch. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Old Charley himself had remarked to get a certain brand of dried milk — much advertised in the cattle raisers' magazine — which, mixed with water, could be given to the underfed calves and the orphans. Snavely thought for a long time, then said he would go. It seemed to Ruth that there was an undercurrent of eagerness in his voice in spite of his objections to the trip. He started the next morning with team and wagon, returning a week later with the load. He appeared oddly satisfied. Now, whenever the riders found a weak cow with a starving calf or some calf without a mother, these animals were brought to the home ranch, turned into the small, horse pasture, and fed. Some sixty cows were receiving their daily ration of meal, and about the ranch house and corrals wandered a band of nine or ten orphaned calves whom Ruth was bringing up on the bottle. The gulch had been fenced by the Mexicans under Ruth's direction; also all the ponds were now deep — and all but one in the south pasture was bone dry. Half of the herd watered at this pond, the other half at the corral troughs on the home ranch. The corral troughs could only water this number. Very little wind came to turn the windmill which fed the tank by the corrals. Even after Alfredo had constructed a primitive hand pump, it usually meant three hours of back-breaking labor to raise the required amount of water. And no signs of rain. Each day, as she returned from the south pasture, sometimes driving a weak cow, or even carrying a day-old calf across her saddle, the swelling NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Old Charley himself had remarked to Ruth that the rains began about the end of June; Snavely had admitted that it might rain around the twenty-fourth of June—before the real drouth set in; but Ann, Don Francisco, Alfredo, and Magda had stated calmly that the rain would come in abundance beginning the Day of San Juan. It was now the twentieth of July and plans to try and stock the ranch or improve it. She writes to her father in the East asking a loan with which to buy cattle. She receives no reply. Will Thane comes home to visit his father and Ruth meets him. A rancher nearby decides to retire and offers to sell Ruth and Snavely his livestock on credit. Snavely tries to balk the deal but Ruth buys to the limit of her three-quarter interest in Dead Lantern ranch. Each day, as she returned from the south pasture, sometimes driving a weak cow, or even carrying a day-old calf across her saddle, the swelling fear in her heart increased. A hundred times a day she looked for clouds; if her riding took her near a hill she went to the top, eagerly scanning the new-made horizon. She knew that the Mexicans were praying for rain—the she had given them all the candles in the house for the sacred picture they had hung in the barn. And once she had entered the gulch after a calf, which had gone through the fence, and upon the rock had found a grotesque little mud image holding a tiny pot of cornmeal. Ann did not reply when Ruth asked her about it; but the girl had come to know the footprints of the giantess. There came a day when the water in the south pasture had shrunk to a thin sheet of wet mud. Then Ruth knew that the end had come; with the full herd trying to water at the home ranch where there was barely enough for half, there could be only one result. If no rain came within a week the cattle would begin dying by dozens. For the last few days as she watched the water so relentlessly disappear, Ruth thought less about meeting her note and more about the cattle themselves. The tears often started in her eyes these days. When the girl came upon a gaunt cow lying in the stifling shade at the bottom of some gully, with a shriveled, panting calf at her side, she wanted desperately to explain to these poor creatures that she could not help, that she was not to blame. When the last of the water was gone in the south pasture, Ruth felt that she would gladly give every animal on the place to any one who could take them to green fields and running water. Feeling as she did, the blow which fell on the following mall day was robbed a little of its power to hurt. She had written a letter to Parker explaining the situation and thanking him for his previous offer to extend payment. And although Old Charley would be bringing the mail and would not be going into town again until next week the girl rode to the box. But the mail had, already arrived when she reached the box. There were two letters addressed to her. The one with the earliest postmark was from Parker who explained that for business reasons he had been obliged to As day succeeded day, each hotter, more hopeless than the preceding day, her anxiety increased. since the single storm of more than two months before, there had not been a cloud in the sky the size of a pigeon. The grass which had sprung up so brave and green after the storm was now wilted and the color of broomstraw. The lacy leaves of the mesquite curled on drooping branches, dust laden; the broad, flat leaves of the prickly pear were shrunken and yellowish; small bushes were as brittle as glass, and the twigs and weed stems underfoot rustled like dry paper. The since the single storm of more than two months before, there had not been a cloud in the sky the size of a pigeon. The grass which had sprung up so brave and green after the storm was now wilted and the color of broometraw. The lacy leaves of the mesquite curled on drooping branches, dust laden; the broad, flat leaves of the prickly pear were shrunken and yellowish; small bushes were as brittle as glass, and the twigs and weed stems underfoot rustled like dry paper. The birds, rabbits, coyotes and lions had left the country—all was desolation. Rattlesnakes abounded. Each morning the sun rose naked above the eastern mountains and as it rose a wave of stifling heat swept over the desert as though a mighty oven door had slowly swung open. Ruth had rather expected rain on the Day of San Juan and, when that passed cloudless, felt that in a day or so she would see the clouds billowing over the mountains and smell the indescribable perfume of desert rain. As day succeeded day, each hotter, dryer, more hopeless than the preceding day, her anxiety increased — she seemed trapped in a corner while disaster crept relentlessly nearer. The increasing awareness of her responsibility drove her to assume more and more the control of the ranch. Before she well realized it she was giving the orders for the day's riding. Snavely left everything to her. He rode out each morning but he rode alone and he returned alone. Occasionally as she rode about the ranch, Ruth came across him. Sometimes he was riding casually up some canon as though he cared not where he went, as long as he had no company; again, she had seen him sitting in the shade of a scrubby live oak high upon a ridge top. Whenever she saw him these days Ruth had an odd, uncomfortable feeling that Snavely was waiting for something. One day she met Old Charley and Will as she was riding the southern boundary of the ranch. The two men came up to the fence and talked with her. That evening she told Snavely that he ought to go to town for a wagonload of cottonseed meal which could be given to such cows as needed it badly. She also suggested that he certain—when the rains hold off as long as this they make up for it when they do begin." Again, Ruth shook her head. Old Charley studied for a moment, then slowly climbed out of the car. Will followed. "I've seen some pretty bad times mended," remarked the old man. "Things most always seem worse than what they are. But pshaw—we're bound to get rain before long and when we do, it'll likely be a good one, same as Will says." "The last pond went dry a week ago," said Ruth dully. Old Charley tried not to show his surprise. "So? Well, they'll get a little thin waterin' at the well, but it won't hurt them." "Oh!" Ruth suddenly turned away. "What!" ejaculated Will. "Aren't you using the upper well at all?" "Upper well — what upper well?" asked Ruth in a dazed voice. "Well, I'll be—" Old Charley looked at his son. "He never went on with it," said Will, softly. Old Charley nodded and turned to Ruth. "The prospect Harry and Will found last summer was in the upper end of the north pasture — I guess Harry didn't get around to developing it before—he left. But didn't anybody tell you about it?" "No—" Ruth's heart was beating wildly. "I never heard about any other water." "Harry bought the pipe," said Will. "Remember, Dad? We passed a load of it on the way to town last fall." "There's a big pile of pipe behind the barn," said Ruth. "Tell me quick! Is there water we can use in the north pasture?" "It'll have to be developed," said Old Charley slowly. "Shouldn't take more than a day or two," responded Will. He thought a moment, then pulled an envelope from his pocket and wrote in it with a pen call. "Here, Dad, you run into town and send this telegram—I'll be staying over a few days." He turned to Ruth. "Suppose I ride back with you and show you that place. Seems to me you ought to develop plenty of water with a day's work or so." Snavely slowly arose as the riders came straight up to him. Ruth Spoke: "Mr. Thane has told me of a place in the north pasture where there is indication of water — he and my brother found it last summer." She paused. "Why didn't you tell me about it?" "I had reasons," said Snavely, his eyes on Will. "I didn't want to go gettin' your hopes up — there ain't no use diggin' in that gully bottom jest because of a little rain seepage." But, Mr. Snavely, said Ruth, "now that we have need of the water don't you think it would be wise to try to get it?" If you can—you won't find nothin', though. Maybe a little rock basin full of rain water under the sand." There had been no rains for several months when we located the prospect. Gas Tax Revenue Is Diminishing Report Concludes No Class In History Submits So Docilely To Class Taxation Has the gas tax reached the phase of diminishing returns? Indications that the taxed "worm" may be turning are seen by the Automobile Club of Southern California in a recent report of collections for last year as compared to preceding years. Tabulation of receipts throughout the country show $513,000,000 collected in 48 states and the District of Columbia during 1932, whereas the total for 1931 in the same areas was $536,000,000. The record also reveals that only four states had a gas tax in 1919, through which they collected $1,022,000; and 15 states garnered $5,382,000, in 1921, while 35 states collected $38,566,000 in 1923. Diminishings returns may imply that motorists are restricting their use of motor fuel in order to save gasoline tax costs, it is suggested. Added now to the state levies is the federal government tax of 1½ cents per gallon, which annually mulcta gasoline users of a tremendous sum. No class in this history of taxation has submitted more docilely to the imposition of class taxation than has the American motoring public," concludes the report received. LEGAL NOTICE NOTICE TO TAX PAYERS Notice is hereby given that the taxes on all personal property secured by real property, and one-half of the taxes on all real property will be due on the 1st day of November, 1933, and will be delinquent on the 5th day of December next there- If no rain came within a week the cattle would begin dying by dozens. After a moment she said slowly, "I gave my note to Parker for the cattle—my interest in the ranch will be gone by November — there's no water — the cattle will be dying in another week." "Another week!" Both men stared at the girl. "You must be wrong," said Old Charley. "No, the well's going dry — it gives out sooner each day." "But, Mrs. Warren"—Will looked from Ruth to his father—"I don't understand. There was surface water there late last June, worlds of water. Why, there must be two or three thousand acres which drain into that well!" "It's going dry," said Ruth. "New wells sometimes give out quick," replied Old Charley slowly, "but it sure seems funny. You see Will, here, helped your brother locate that well. You ought to be able to take care of a good half of your herd—let part of 'em water at the corrals." "At—the corrals? But I don't understand—do you mean—what do you mean?" Old Charley looked at his son and then at Ruth "Why, just what I said; use the well at the corrals, the one with the windmill—the old well." "But that's what we have been using." cried Ruth; "that's the one that's going dry!" Wake Up Your Liver Bile — Without Calomel And You'll Jump Out of Bed in the Morning Rarin' to Go If this bile is not flowing freely, your food doesn't digest. It just decays in the bowels. Gas bloats up your stomach. You have a thick, bad taste and your breath is foul, skin often breaks out in blemm. LEGAL NOTICE NOTICE TO TAX PAYERS Notice is hereby given that the taxes on all personal property secured by real property, and one-half of the taxes on all real property will be due on the 1st day of November, 1933, and will be delinquent on the 5th day of December next thereafter, at five o'clock P.M. and that unless paid prior thereto ten per cent will be added to the amount thereof, and that if paid one-half be not paid before the twentieth day in April, next, at five o'clock P.M. an additional five per cent will be added thereto. That the remaining one-half of the taxes on all real property will be payable on and after the twentieth day of January next and will be delinquent on the twenty-third day in April next thereafter, at five o'clock P.M., and that unless paid prior thereto, five percent will be added to the amount thereof. All taxes may be paid at the time the first installment, as herein provided, is due and payable. Said taxes are payable to the undersigned, in the City Hall, in said City of Anaheim, between the hours of 8 A.M. and 12 M., and between the hours of 1 P.M. and 5 P.M. J. S. BOULDIN, Chief of Police and Ex-Officio Tax Collector in the City of Anaheim. Oct. 12–5t Wake Up Your Liver Bile —Without Calomel And You’ll Jump Out of Bed in the Morning Rarin’ to Go If you feel sour and sunk and the world looks punk, don’t swallow a lot of salts, mineral water, oil, laxative candy or chewing gum and expect them to make you suddenly sweet and buoyant and full of sunshine. For they can’t do it. They only move the bowels and a mere movement doesn’t get at the cause. The reason for your down-and-out feeling is your liver. It should pour out two pounds of liquid bile into your bowels daily. If this bile is not flowing freely, your food doesn't digest. It just decays in the bowels. 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