anaheim-gazette 1933-11-09

Anaheim, Calif., Nov. 9, 1933 WHISPERING ROCK by JOHN LEBAR FIFTEENTH 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-still quite muddy, declared that it was probably the purest water in Arizona. With the proper troughs it would water every head of stock the Dead Lantern could ever carry and, incidentally, although Ruth did not suspect it, the value of the ranch had increased by some thousands of dollars since that last blow from Will's sledge. By daylight a temporary dam had been thrown across the arroyo for the use of the cattle until the water could be piped to a permanent pond. Snavely had actually helped to build this dam. But when the cattle had been driven up the arroyo and every one was going back to the ranch house for breakfast, Ruth sensed that Snavely was rapidly returning to normal. After the midday meal Ruth and David accompanied Will to the mail box to meet Old Charley. Before they left, however, Will had to take a last look at the water. Not a single cow was at the pond; they had all had their water and now were scattered over the pasture. On the way to the mail box the three friends talked incessantly. David rode with Will. It was when Old Charley's car appeared far down the highway that Will said, "I'm planning a little joke on Dad. He is always kidding me about leaving the ranch for the city—I know that he hopes some day I'll come home for good and help him raise cattle. There's a piece of homestead property which joins our place on the east and yours on the be frightened, she coul treated as a child. She that she knew something; and, since the drip past, that she stood acting her note. But the Snavely was far from ciled to her presence o hated her and he hated Another thing about t had come to her notice be looking at the old was near the ranch he never seen him go tha built the board fence many times she had w ing up the path from th narrowed eyes on th by the woodpile. There was much rich there always is after Ruth was so busy th five books to read of Will had sent her. Es rode out with Don Fr fredo, often accompanie Every fifth day she NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY "You see," explained Will. "the rain that falls between the top of the mountain range and the dike sinks into the ground and goes down to bedrock. But it can't get past the dike and is impounded under the surface. Where the wall crosses this arroyo is the lowest point, and it's there we found wet sand last year." They came up to the dike. Flirty feet above the arroyo bed it rose, form- Alredo always picked up his guitar and stood near the door, his eye on the fresno outside. ing a waterfall during rains, and below was a great sandy hole. The bottom of this hole was damp. Ruth could hardly conceal her disappointment—she had pictured a pleasant little pool, and the bottom of the sandy hole looked as though some one had spilled half a pail of water there, twenty minutes before. But Will was boyishly enthusiastic. "There she is! Believe me, when you find a damp On their sides were stupefied — sometimes six or seven animals as she looked carefully. She still considered marking very fine. The summer rains, usually generous, had except for an occasion which hurried over the ley. On the Dead lan surface water in ravine fast disappearing and drifting to the neigh ponds. Late one afternoon fredo were returning pasture driving a po. The heifer was to be is axiomatic among c only the off-color, th Every fifth day she paper with numbers frity-two and rode until all of the bulls. The remains of the cottonseed meal was stored in the barn and the band of bottle-fed calves was scattered. Already, every animal on the place seemed two-thirds fat. The Mexicans worked on their house — Ruth knew that they were happy and would stay indefinitely. Every eve ing a waterfall during rains, and below was a great sandy hole. The bottom of this hole was damp. Ruth could hardly conceal her disappointment—she had pictured a pleasant little pool, and the bottom of the sandy hole looked as though some one had spilled half a pail of water there, twenty minutes before. But Will was boyishly enthusiastic. "There she is! Belleve me, when you find a damp place in this weather, there's something doing." When Alfredo and Don Francisco came with the shovels, Will directed them in excellent Spanish to dig from the damp spot toward the wall. In less than a half hour there was real water at the bottom of the trench. She and Will returned to the barn for a rock drill and a sledge—the plan was to drill through the dike into the water beyond. Will and Alfredo took turns at swinging the sledge, while Don Francisco held the drill, giving it a quarter turn at each stroke. The drill sank in steadily; at every blow a little more water trickled around the inch-thick bar of steel. Snavely, Ann and the Mexican woman came to look. Four hours after they had begun, the sound of sledge on drill began to change subtly—"It's coming! We're almost through!" Will's voice was tense with excitement as he swung the sledge. A few more strokes, and the drill shot in six inches at one blow. No one made a sound. Will dropped the sledge. Every eye was on Don Francisco. With both hands he worked the drill up and down to loosen it. Slowly he pulled it out and as it came, water spurred around it in ever increasing volume. The drill was out and a muddy spout of water struck the sand three feet away from the wall. Every one, from David to old Don Francisco, made some kind of noise. Ruth hugged the first person at hand, until she discovered it was Snavely. And even Snavely, shook hands all around—real running water was too much for the old cattleman. No one slept that night. They kept the fire going for its light and sat around watching the spout of water. Every now and then, some one took a drink, and although the water was deepened points were fun to over flowing and water lay in small natural pools in many of the deeper canyons. The cattle were everywhere — there was so much water that they could go where the feed was choosest and they made good use of the opportunity. The remains of the cottonseed meal was stored in the barn and the band of bottle-fed calves was scattered. Already, every animal on the place seemed two-thirds fat. The Mexicans worked on their house—Ruth knew that they were happy and would stay indefinitely. Every evening for an hour after supper she and the girl Magda had lessons in Spanish and English. When the hour was up Ruth went back to the ranch house, for as the end of the lesson approached. Alfredo always picked up his guitar and stood near the door, his eye on the fresno outside. Snavely seemed to have changed subtly since the discovery of the water. Ruth sensed that he had begun to regard her in a different way; it was as if she had proved that she was not to be frightened, she could no longer be treated as a child. She had shown him that she knew something about ranching; and, since the drouth was safely past, that she stood a chance of meeting her note. But the girl knew that Snavely was far from becoming reconciled to her presence on the ranch; he hated her and he hated the Mexicans. Another thing about this strange man had come to her notice; he seemed to be looking at the old well whenever he was near the ranch house. Ruth half never seen him go there since he had built the board fence around it; but many times she had watched him coming up the path from the barn with his narrowed eyes on the clump of bushes by the woodpile. There was much riding to do, as there always is after the summer rains. Ruth was so busy that she still had five books to read of the half dozen Will had sent her. Each morning she rode out with Don Francisco and Alfredo, often accompanied by David. Every fifth day she carried a slip of knock-kneed, and the sway-backed shall be served at the family board. When they were crossing the last deep ravine before reaching the ranch house, Ruth rode toward the mountains, leaving Alfredo to bring in the heifer alone. There had been water in a pool farther up the ravine the week before and Ruth wished to look at the cattle which would remain in the vicinity as long as the water lasted. She met few cattle in the ravine and upon arriving at the pool found it empty. As she rode out of the ravine along the side of an entering gully and neared the upper level, her eye caught a white object hidden among the undergrowth in the gully bottom farther ahead. Presently she saw that the object was a numeral six painted upon the red-brown side of a bull. The animal appeared to be lying stretched out, and even though she could see little distinctly through the clumps of catclaw and ocatillo, Ruth felt with a quick tightening at her throat that the bull's position was unnatural. Dimounting, she half walked, half slid, to the bottom of the gully and picked her way toward the bull. As she approached, half a dozen great buzzards flapped into the air on reluctant wings. The next morning she and the two Mexicans returned to discover if possible why Number Six had died. Don Francisco and Alfredo held a long consultation together but could come to no definite conclusion — some sickness such as comes to the strongest of things. As the three companions rode on, the black buzzards slowly circled into the gully. Suddenly Alfredo pointed southward. A group of buzzards were wheeling low above an oak tree which rose from the entrance of a gully in the opposite bank of the ravine. By noon, five more dead animals had been found within a radius of a mile. Ruth, half sick with anxiety rode back to the ranch house for Snavely who had remained at the corals shooting horses. The old cattleman listened to what she had to say, then shrugged. "You're liable to find a dead cow or knock-kneed." Schedule World Affairs Meeting For Dec. 10 to 15 Dr. R. B. von KleinSmid Calls Annual Conclave at Riverside Discuss World Problems Dates of the eleventh session of the annual Institute of World Affairs are set for December 10-15, 1933, according to announcement of President R. B. von KleinSmid of the University of Southern California and chancellor of the one-week conference held at Riverside Mission Inn. The institute is sponsored by the Los Angeles University of International Relations (affiliated with the University of Southern California) and executive headquarters at University Park, Los Angeles. The 1933 program will be devoted to current international conditions, and will be attended by economists, educators, and scientists, as well as representatives of government, industry, law, the press, social and political science, religion, and domestic and foreign affairs, the chancellor advises. Major problems that confront the world today will be stressed, such as revolutionary movements, national trends, stabilization of world currencies, tariff adjustments, commodity control, territorial disputes, propaganda in international affairs, and foreign policies. 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 As she approached, half a dozen great buzzards flapped into the air on reluctant wings. paper with numbers from one to twenty-two and rode until she had checked all of the bulls. The white numbers on their sides were still glaringly conspicuous — sometimes she could check six or seven animals all within a mile as she looked carefully from a hilltop. She still considered her system of marking very fine. The summer rains, having been unusually generous, had gradually ceased except for an occasional thunderstorm which hurried over the San Jorge Valley. On the Dead lantern the natural surface water in ravine and canyon was fast disappearing and the cattle were drifting to the neighborhood of the ponds. Late one afternoon Ruth and Alfredo were returning from the south pasture driving a poor-grade heifer. The heifer was to be butchered and it is axiomatic among cattle owners that only the off-color, the dish-faced, the Suddenly Alfredo pointed southward. A group of buzzards were wheeling low above an oak tree which rose from the entrance of a gully in the opposite bank of the ravine. By noon, five more dead animals had been found within a radius of a mile. Ruth half sick with anxiety rode back to the ranch house for Snavely who had remained at the corrals shooing horses. The old cattleman listened to what she had to say, then shrugged. "You're liable to find a dead cow or two most any time—too bad about the bull, but they'll die just the same as anything else." "But we've found six altogether—all recently dead!" Snavely grew more attentive. "Six—five besides the bull?" "Yes." "Well, now, that don't look so good. Here, I'll just saddle up an' have a look." He shook his head after he had studied the carcass of Number Six. The buzzards had eaten very little, but they did not go far away. "I don't know just what to make of it—maybe if we could find a fresher one. Still it ain't black leg, anybody could tell that. Don't look like he'd been hurt in no fight, neither." "Mr. Snavely," said Ruth as they rode toward the oak tree where several buzzards stood or waked about, "you will have to be going into town for supplies, soon anyway—why not go tomorrow and send out a doctor—a veterinary?" Continued Next Week Dr. G. I. 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