anaheim-gazette 1933-11-23

WHISPERING ROCK by JOHN LEBAR SEVENTEENTH 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 alling 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!... Go back!" At the ranch house they are greeted suspiciously by the gaunt rancher partner, Snavely, and Indian Ann, a herculean 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 for 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. poorest of the cattle could be sold—only the steers and the old cows. The rest of the stock and the fine bulls must remain for the improvement of the ranch. Ruth could not see much advantage in selling all the cattle to keep the man Witherspoon from foreclosing on the note—what good was there in three-quarters' interest in a cattle ranch with no cattle — or, in a ranch which only brought in fifteen hundred dollars a year? She left David sleeping and went into the dining room. She and Snavely breakfasted silently by lamp-light, then went to the corrals. It was just light enough at the corrals to distinguish one horse from another. The six Mexican cowboys were waiting by the gate, each with a cigarette in his mouth and a rope or bridle over his arm. Snavely indicated he each of the men the horse he was to ride for the day. The Mexican entered the corral, caught his mount, and led it to the saddle shed. Ruth, Snavely and the Mexicans rode into the north pasture. About three miles from the ranch house Snavely gave each man his orders, then rode away to the west. To Ruth he had said nothing, nor could she 'understand much of what Snavely had told the Mexicans. She stayed where she was on a hilltop. The men, she supposed, would ride west and distribute themselves along the line fence as it wound through the mountains. They would then all start eastward driving the cattle before them. She waited two hours on that hilltop before she saw the first cattle coming. Two miles to the north an ant-like string moved over a ridge and have enough? Were many calves and your bunch?" "Can't tell nothin' gruffly." "I don't know to have enough or not say you ain't." "I have it all figu many we—" "You figgered, I quarter of the sale do fool note, didn't you Ruth drew horses saddle. 'Certainly,' M She reined in her back between Alfred Francisco. The Mexicans aside to make many smiles and chirping to her. They broken Spanish. By any chance reached the sea had learned that Deidered the cattle laid the calves plentiful, in conveying to her count. That evening Ruth urges in connection with gathered in her conv Charley and her stur raisers' magazine. She sleep as undecided as up would take four each of these days high as on the first those days about on animals should appear she could meet her course, that Old Ch shrewdly about the buyers would be payl Ruth never knew through the fourth a NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY "Oh, I'm so sorry," whined the voice, "but I jest can't open it." "Well, why can't you open it—yer arm broke?" "I'm taking a bath," said the voice sweetly. This was too much. Old Charley planted the sole of his boot against the door with all the force in his body. The door flew inward and Will Thane stepped to the threshold. "Come right in, Dad—I knew you'd call some day." Old Charley sat down slowly on the box, utterly heedless of the wash-basin. After a time he murmured mournfully, She waited two hours on that hill top before she saw the first cattle coming. "If you was only ten years old again for about half an hour! ..." Later, after he had eaten Will's supper, the old man was somewhat mollisified. Will you orcery pup, danged if this ain't the happiest day I've seen! And you've already been here a month. You son-of-a-gun—provin' up on your gave each man his orders, then rode away to the west. To Ruth he had said nothing, nor could she understand much of what Snavely had told the Mexicans. She stayed where she was, on a hilltop. The men, she supposed, would ride west and distribute themselves along the line fence as it wound through the mountains. They would then all start eastward driving the cattle before them. She waited two hours on that hilltop before she saw the first cattle coming. Two miles to the north an ant-like string moved over a ridge and disappeared into a ravine. A moment later, and much nearer, she saw a small bunch of animals emerge from the underbrush followed by a man on horseback—Snavely, she thought. By the time the first two bunches were opposite her, three more were in sight and she turned her own horse eastward. She soon came upon three cows, each with a calf, and drove them before her. Just where she was driving them she had no very clear idea, but she could see that the other riders were converging toward a common point and governed herself accordingly. This point proved to be a level piece of ground about half a mile from the eastern end of the pasture. The nine small streams of cattle merged, flowed on, and were thrown into an eddying pool by the circling riders. Two of the men left at once, loping to a ravine where mesquite was plentiful. When they returned dragging firewood at the end of their riatus, the cattle were in a close-packed bunch, and the remaining riders sat their horses at intervals around the circle. Snavely, Alfredo, Don Francisco and one of the extra Mexicans dismounted, kicked off their chaps, and building a fire, laid on the branding irons; Ruth and three Mexicans keeping the herd together, meanwhile. When the irons were hot Snavely motioned to the grizzled old Juan, who left Ruth's side of the herd and advanced into the center of the milling cattle, swinging his riata. Ruth had her hands full. With only three riders to keep the herd in place many of the cattle decided to break away. Every ten seconds, it seemed to Ruth, some animals on her side of the herd would bolt. She had abandoned old Brisket for such active riding in favor of Boots, a springy young horse with an alert mind and a thorough knowledge of the cow business. He enjoyed running after the animals that broke from the herd—Ruth rather suspected him of egging them on. Such riding is exhilarating sport for half an hour—rather like the fastest moments of a fast pole game, but in three hours it can be wearing. When all the calves had been branded the herd was driven to the holding pasture, a small enclosure of one thousand acres. As the cattle passed through the gate counting began: Ruth never knew through the fourth round-up. Twice, after been gathered and then she left the herd and foothills. But neither a single overlooked She stood biting her pulling at her saddle counting began. The more than one hunter head, she kept telling just had to be! As the last of her through the gate, she together and Ruth rored as each man gave Snavely and wrote its notebook with tremul 15. 44! Twice she before she was sure 151. Then with a sh horse and galloped house. Her cheeks sang a throaty chan hoofs: "I've won! won!" That evening after David and Ann were ens secure against sh Ruth put on a gown for more than a year three times. When David came "Why are you dress Mama?" "Oh, Just because quite know, herself; vince it was the thil we ought to celebrate don't you, David?" "Like a party?" "Rather, yes." "Mamma! Let's go—they've got a nice..." Unless two flow daily fro your bowels, y your bowels whole body. She waited two hours on that hill top before she saw the first cattle coming. "If you was only ten years old again for about half an hour! ..." Later, after he had eaten Will's supper, the old man was somewhat mollisified. "Will, you ornery pup, danged if this ain't the happiest day I've seen! And you've already been here a month. You son-of-a-gun—provin' up on your homestead. And you're all through with real estate? Plumb through?" "Plumb through, Dad. Turned everything I had into cash a month ago. Cash'll come in handy when we buy that section south of us here and pick up some more stock." Old Charley nodded happily, "I always knew you'd be comin' back some of these days. But what have you been doing here the last month? Sleeping most of the day, I reckon. I never saw you so fat an' glossy." Ruth slowly awoke and saw that it was still dark. She wondered idly why Ann was moving about in the kitchen so late, and was luxuriously slipping back to sleep when she heard the thump of boots, as Snavely came from his room and walked across the house to the kitchen. Suddenly Ruth knew that it was morning—the long-awaited morning when the round-up was to begin. As she rose and struggled into her riding clothes, the great weight of anxiety which had lifted during her sleep settled back upon her. The round-up—would there be enough cattle? In the two months since she had accidentally placed poison in the spring troughs no new harm had come to the cattle—but, were they enough to meet her note? Her desire to find the answer to this question increased with each day, but she could not estimate the number of salable animals scattered over the ranch; she could not give an intelligent guess about weights and quality and price. She only knew that she had lost more than a tenth of the value of her note. Then, too, if her deal with Parker was to do the ranch any good, only the have enough? Weren't there a good many calves and young steers in that bunch?" "Can't tell nothin' yet," said Snavely gruffly. "I don't know if you're goin' to have enough or not. As a guess I'd say you ain't." "I have it all figured out just how many we—" "You figgered, I reckon, that a quarter of the sale don't apply on that fool note, didn't you?" Ruth drew herself straight in the saddle. "Certainly, Mr. Snavely?" She reined in her horse and dropped back between Alfredo and old Don Francisco. The Mexicans pulled their horses aside to make room and with many smiles and chuckles began talking to her. They loved to hear her broken Spanish. By the time the company reached the saddle shed, Ruth had learned that Don Francisco considered the cattle large and fat and the calves plentiful. He also succeeded in conveying to her the results of the count. That evening Ruth studied these figures in connection with others she had gathered in her conversation with Old Charley and her studies of the cattle raisers' magazine. But she went to sleep as undecided as ever. The round-up would take four days and if on each of these days the count ran as high as on 'the first, and if on one of those days about one hundred extra animals should appear. Ruth knew that she could meet her note. Provided, of course, that Old Charley had guessed shrewdly about the prices the cattle buyers would be paying. Ruth never knew how she got through the fourth and last day of the fredo's playing music. Shall we? Come on!" Ruth grasped the boy's arm and led him guiltily out of the house by way of the back porch. Snavely was in the sitting room. The Mexicans sat around their fire, talking, laughing and singing, as the mood and the ever-active strings of Alfredo's guitar persuaded them. When they saw Ruth, wonder shone from their faces, then admiration and pleasure. They all sprang to their feet, but Don Francisco was first. Ruth smiled, went to the fire and spread her hands. "It is cold," she said in matter-of-fact Spanish. Immediately Francisco bowed her welcome and hurried to the barn for one of his rawhide chairs. But when he returned Ruth had seated herself on the ground next to Magda. She was not going to be the only one of the group who sat on a chair, gown or no gown. Gradually, it became apparent to the Mexicans that the Senora Ruth and her son had merely come to the fire 4-H CLUB NOTES Slogan is "All Right" A 4-H club camp where every member had to say "All Right" to anything they were asked to do—and one of the jobs was wet pickling chickens—came to an end altogether too soon for a group of Oklahoma boys and girls this summer. It was a three-day affair and every body wants to do it over next year. It was called Camp Little Wolf and the main idea of having every camper help in its functioning was to make the vacation as inexpensive as possible. How well the plan worked is shown in the total outlay required of members, which was 50 cents apiece. Each brought their food and it was spread around during the three days to give each member a complete meal. The money was used to pay camp rental, wage of cook and for incidentals. There were 69 club members enrolled, and the camp was under the supervision of Miss Ruth Hickman, home demonstration agent of the county, which was Dewey. No one ever heard of running a club camp for little money but it just shows what a good resourceful, courageous leader can do. The chicken picking job was turned into a novelty by the cleverness of Miss Hickman in handling the boys and girls. Everyone knows it's not a nice task, either, to pick or dress poultry. A lot of the boys and girls had never taken a hand in it at home. It had been mother's or father's job. Safe to say the club members went home with a better appreciation of at least one of the arduous chores of feeding a family. The way Miss Hickman made it fun was to line up the boys and have them secure their fowl from a crate, have them file past the chopping block and dismember the fowl's head, then dip it in hot water and remove the feathers. The girls completed the job by dressing the fowls. About 20 of the 37 girls in camp had never done such a thing. At the start of the camp a committee was named to discipline any member who balked at doing any task asked of him, but the committee soon found it HOW WOMEN CAN WIN MEN AND MEN WIN The Favor of Other Men Unless two pints of bile juice flow daily from your liver into your bowels, your food decays in your bowels. This poisons your whole body. Movements get hard for warmth and company. Delightedly they assured each other of this by smiles and nods. Little Magdh sat closer to Ruth, and made her own importance felt among her companions by speaking exclusively in English, thereafter. Suddenly Ruth had an inspiration, and with many pauses and appeals to Magda for the right word she made a speech: "My friends. We have worked and gathered many cattle. The round-up has been good. I think we will have a celebration—una fiesta grande. Some of you have friends in Palo Verde—bring them and the mothers and children. On Saturday we will cook a cow." Continued Next Week Debtor Sends Cow To Pay For Lumber A freight train backed up to the Brace Lumber Co., at Seattle, and unloaded a cow done up in a crate. Nick Brace told the trainmen there must have been a mistake. "This is a lumber yard, not a stock yard," he explained. But a note was found under bossy's neck. It read, "This is for the load of lumber I bought some time ago." It was signed "Sammy." Brace said he would have to chalk up a $10 loss as the cow was worth only $7.50. WHILE THE BOY COOKING, THE ING EXPEDITT BASKETS, FLU HOW WOMEN CAN WIN MEN AND MEN WIN The Favor of Other Men Unless two pints of bile juice flow daily from your liver into your bowels, your food decays in your bowels. This poisons your whole body. Movements get hard and constipated. You get yellow tongue, yellow skin, pimples, dull eyes, bad breath, bad taste, gas, dizziness, headache. You have become an ugly-looking, foul-smelling, sour-thinking person. You have lost your personal charm. Everybody wants to run from you. But don't take salts, mineral waters, oils, laxative pills, laxative candies or chewing gums and expect them to get rid of this poison that destroys your personal charm. They can't do it, for they only move out the tail end of your bowels and that doesn't take away enough of the decayed poison. Cosmetics won't help at all. Only a free flow of your bile juice will stop this decay poison in your bowels. The one mild vegetable medicine which starts a free flow of your bile juice is Carter's Little Liver Pills. No colonel (mercury) in Carter's. Only fine, mild vegetable extracts. If you would bring back your personal charm to win men, start taking Carter's Little Liver Pills according to directions today. 25¢ at drug stores. Refuse "something just as good" for it any gripe, loosen teeth or scald rectum. Ask for Carter's Little Liver Pills by name and get what you ask for. ©1933, C.M.Co. DARNIT A.B.C. BUSINESS DIRECTORY For Quick Reference Look Under Alphabetical Classification of Business or Profession You Are Seeking. You'll Find This Anaheim Gazette Business Directory Reliable, Convenient and Profitable. USE IT. Funeral Directors Ambulance Service—Day or Night Phone 3209 Backs, Terry & Campbell PENEAL DIRCTORS H. P. GAMPRELL. Resident Director 251 No. Lemon St., Anaholm, Calif. 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