anaheim-gazette 1933-11-30

Anaheim, Calif., Nov. 30, 1933 WHISPERING ROCK by JOHN LEBAR EIGHTEENTH INSTALLMENT SYNOPSIS: Ruth Warren, born and raised in an Eastern city, is willed three-fourth interest in the Dead Lantern ranch in Arizona. With her youthful husband, who is in poor health, and their small son, David, they came to Arizona to take up where Ruth's brother, reported killed in Mexico, had left off. They reach Dead Lantern, $5 miles from the nearest railroad, with the help of Old Charley Thane, neighboring rancher who also carries the rural mail. At the ranch they find the partner, Snavely, and a huge woman, Indian Ann, who greet them suspiciously. As they trudge the 5 miles from ranch gate to the house they pass a huge rock in a gulch where a voice whispers, "Go back. Go back." Ruth's husband caught in a rain shortly after their arrival contracts pneumonia and passes away before medical aid can be brought. Ruth, penniless and without friends attempts to carry on but is balked at almost every turn by the crafty and plotting Snavely. Despite obstacles of all kind Ruth gives notes on her ranch interest to purchase cattle. She is assisted by Old Charley Thane and his son, Will Thane. A Mexican family has been hired to assist with the work. A peculiar sickness develops with the livestock. Snavely calls it "liver fever" ... and says he has a powder for the water to cure the disease. Ruth's whole future is at stake on the development of the herd to meet her notes following the first round-up. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Had she dumped a keg of gold coins among them, Ruth could not have about the shoulders. The was strikingly set off by a pump. The groom wore tional black corduroys." Ruth's last memory of the she slipped into sleep was of guitars, mandolins, a flu violin from the direction of little adobe. The music played with steadfast pace though it would still be play she awoke. And she could and afar off, a long quaver some happy mortal on a hi-Sugarfoot was tied up dog sat at the extreme end which fastened him to a woodpile, and gazed dismay David who had just return hunt and was now shooting can with his bow and arrow there was no reason to be had not gone any place could hear her in the kitchen interesting noises with a pat foot whined. "Well," said David, as he the dog and came over to pile, "guess nobody 'member you. If I let you go, bear? Bears are lawful scar Sugarfoot wagged his rea thusiastically but failed to the bargain, once free of the speedily ran in the directive barn. At eight o'clock David w in his cot and Ruth sat ne for the thousandth time, a 'Coon and the 'Possum an Black Crow. Ann knocked at the door voice was heavy with anxia all ain't got Sugarfoot in... NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY. Had she dumped a keg of gold coins among them, Ruth could not have created more joyous excitement. While she and David were on their way to the ranch house they were overtaken by the breathless Alfredo. "Senora—please! The little house has been finished these two weeks. Is it not good that my dove and I—and also the good Don Francisco—should enter on this next Saturday?" Ruth guessed more from Alfredo's manner than from his words the nature of his request, and she gladly encouraged him, not forgetting to mention the priest and the license. Alfredo assured her that everything would be in order. He had heard that a priest was visiting Palo Verde and had learned that one of the Mexicans from that place had a Ford-possessing firend who would, no doubt, be glad to go to town for the license. Ruth told Snavely of the celebration. He had come into the kitchen on Friday morning while she and Ann were baking pies and she had told him almost blithely. The grim old cattleman had merely looked at her—one steady glance which brought a catch of fear to her heart. Then he had left without a word. Later she had seen him riding away on his favorite horse, a blanket roll behind his saddle. It would have been impossible for him to stay in the vicinity of the celebrators. Probably he camped near some distant watering place; he did not return until Monday. On the night before the fiesta Ruth and Ann got little rest. They stayed up until ten fitting Magda with a wedding dress—a dress, worn not so long ago, by a proud-eyed bride in a little church on the outskirts of Philadelphia. By nine o'clock Saturday several horsemen and three wagonloads had arrived; the unfortunate heifer had been cooking whole for some hours over a pit of fire, superintended by Don Francisco whose culinary implements were a pitchfork and an ax. Old Charley and Will arrived with Juana, Juanna's wife, in the ancient automobile. Every one was dressed as they felt the spirit of the occasion demanded. Ruth noticed that nearly every one looked, sooner or later, toward the gulch. Once or twice, also, she saw a mother or father bring back some youngster who had wandered near the Ruth saw a knife glint in his right hand. "Looks as though he was beginning to take things seriously," observed Will a moment later. Alfredo had turned his back to the man, only to be pulled about again by a jerk on his shoulder. Old Charley caught his son's eye, then turned to the girl. "If you'd like, Ruth, you and me might go in and take a look at your round-up figures. If I get a line on what you have I can talk to the buyer when he comes to my place next week." "Fine," said Ruth rising. "I'd certainly like to talk it over with you." As they went inside, Will sauntered in the direction of the barbecue. Alfredo and the man with the blue sash were talking loudly, face to face, and everyone was watching. Suddenly, the man swept off his big hat with his left hand and crouched low. Ruth, who in spite of Old Charley had stopped to watch through the window, saw a knife glint in his right hand. Alfredo, also, now crouched, knife in hand with his hat held out as a shield. The two men circled slowly about each other like a pair of game cocks. Will broke into a run. But Indian Ann was first. In two strides she had walked up to the man in the blue sash. She hit him once behind the ear with her fist, then returned to the barbecue pit where she had been cutting off the remaining meat with the idea of hash. Will help revive the stricken man and later led him to where his saddle horse was tied. He talked with him for a moment, then the man mounted and jogged down the road, homeward. At one o'clock the priest arrived in a buckboard drawn by a pair of burros. Ruth went to greet him and found that he could not speak a word of English. He was fat, dirty, stupid, and the least interesting of her guests. "When shall the marriage be?" asked Ruth as Alfredo came listlessly up to the ranch house porch about three o'clock. Alfredo shrugged; his face was pitiful. "The papers have not come," he said mournfully, looking down the road. "What an thunder will we do?" Old Charley appealed to Ruth. "We've got the bride, the groom, the priest, the music and the audience. The priest knows enough not to marry 'em without a license." Ruth frowned thoughtfully. "Do you suppose the priest can read English?" "Don't suppose he can read anything." "Wait a minute!" Ruth entered the house and returned shortly with a roll of parchment tied with a blue ribbon. She unrolled the crackling paper, and exhibited it silently to Old Charley and Will. It had horsemen and three wagonloads had arrived; the unfortunate heifer had been cooking whole for some hours over a pit of fire, superintended by Don Francisco whose culinary implements were a pitchfork and an ax. Old Charley and Will arrived with Juanna, Juann's wife, in the ancient automobile. Every one was dressed as they felt the spirit of the occasion demanded. Ruth noticed that nearly every one looked, sooner or later, toward the gulch. Once or twice, also, she saw a mother or father bring back some youngster who had wandered near the fence. Since the Mexican border runs through the center of Palo Verde—four houses being on the Mexican side and two on the American—not a few of the male guests came fortified with refreshments. When the line was formed at dinner time the young man who was dominated by the green shirt went to the aid of the solitary celebrator and brought him back so that he should not go hungry. Don Francisco cut great chuncks of roasted meat from the carcass and handed them to Ann who folded them in a torilla and passed them to the line of grinning Mexicans. The wife-of Don Francisco's cousin from Palo Verde was in charge of the pies. All was silent save the occasional crack of a bone under Don Francisco's ax and the munching and satisfied grunts of the eaters. Ruth, Will, and Old Charley had returned to the ranch house porch when Pink Shirt and Green Shirt went off. arm, in arm, separating to choose two adjacent hilltops. She appealed to Will and Old Charley. "Oh, I don't think they'll hurt anything," said the old man. "They'll yell until they go dry and then drop off to sleep. We can wake 'em up to-morrow or next day." "There's another one well prepared for snake-bite," observed Will, watching a tall slender fellow with a blue sash who was talking volubly to Alfredo and gesturing toward the ranch house. "Umm—ever seen that boy before, Ruth? Is he a friend of Alfredo's?" Old Charley was eyeing the actions of the man, critically. "Why, no, I don't think so," replied Ruth. "I've never seen him before." Bank Pumps Seven Millions To Farms Throughout State Makes Loan of 2 Millions To California Walnut Growers' Association Two-and-a-half million dollars in commodity loans has just been put in the pockets of approximately 8,000 California farmers, according to the announcement made by the Berkeley Intermediate Credit Bank, one of the agencies of the Farm Credit Administration of the eleventh district. Loans secured by warehouse receipts on this season's crop have been made to the California Walnut Growers' association, a state-wide cooperative with headquarters in Los Angeles, and to the Rice Growers' association of California, whose office is in Sacramento. The walnut growers' cooperative embraces over 7,000 members distributed over California. The loan of $2,000,000 advanced to them by the Berkeley Intermediate Credit Bank upon the crop now in process of harvesting insures an initial payment of all members as well as securing orderly financing of the marketing. A loan of $500,000 upon 750,000 bags of paddy rice grown in the Sacramento and San Joaquin valleys made to the 400 members of the rice growers' cooperative comes at a time when the rice is about 90 per cent harvested and insures immediate cash distribution to the producers. The California Walnut Growers' association controls about 90 per cent of the state's crop. With these major loans negotiated, the Berkeley bank has pumped more than $7,000,000 into the arteries of California agriculture in little more than two months. In September loans of $2,500,000 and $2,000,000 respectively were made to the United Prune Growers' association an dthe Sunmaid Raisin Growers. State Regulates Highway Eyesores Misplaced billboards, signs and various forms of highway advertising which have too long detracted from the beauties of the landscape and endangered motorists in this state are about to be dealt with by the authorities, according to reports received by the Automobile Club of Southern California. While elimination of all roadside eyesores not done away with will undoubtedly take time, it is assured that, at least, they will not increase under the new regulatory law, the enforcement of which has been put up to Morgan Keaton, assistant deputy of public works, it is announced from Sacramento. This law, enacted by the last legislature, prohibits signs imitating warning, stop or danger signals, or signs having red or blinking lights that are likely to be mistaken for such signals. Roadside signs may not be erected within a highway right-of-way or drainage channel, and outside incorporated areas it is illegal to place a sign within 300 feet of an intersection or so as to obstruct a clear view of approaching vehicles for a distance of 500 feet along the highway. Exemptions are made of official notices, signs advertising for sale the property on which they are located, or advertising goods produced or sold thereon. Imperial Leader For Cantaloupes Imperial county, California, is the leading cantaloupe and muskmelon county of the nation, with nearly one-fourth of the total acreage devoted to those melons in the United States included within its borders, a report from the bureau of the census received by the state department of agriculture emphasizes. Furthermore, the Southern California county receives for its crop about 45 per cent of all the money paid for cantaloupes in the United States, the same report reveals. Stanislaws county in Northern California is firmly in third place, pressing Maricopa coun- Bears are awful scarce." Sugarfoot wagged his rear third enastically but failed to live up to bargain, once free of the rope. He edily ran in the direction of the on. At eight o'clock David was tucked this cot and Ruth sat near, reading the thousandth time, a tale of the on and the 'Possum and the Old Clock Crow. Ann knocked at the door and her ice was heavy with anxiety. "You can't got Sugarfoot in there, has it?" Ruth went to the door. "Why, no, isn't loose, is he?" The giantess nodded dully. "The ice is untied off his collar." The girl caught her breath and sniffed. "David! did you uncle Sugarfoot?" The tone of her voice caused David answer dubiously. "Well—sort of—see, Mama, he wanted to play bear if I just thought I would let him." Ann was lighting a lantern. She carried out of the back screen door. "See if he might be down at Aldo's," called Ruth with an effort at perseverance. The giantess did not answer. Ruth scolded David for untying the glove, but said nothing more. That afternoon Ann had asked her for the rest of the poison which, together with the liver medicine, she had locked in her x containing the remains of the liver bank after her disastrous mistake. He had given Ann the poison which the giantess then placed in the carecass it over from the barbecue. The coyotes were becoming too numerous around the home ranch and Ann wish to thin their ranks. Sugarfoot was have been kept tied during the night keep him from the meat. Although cucumbers have never been looked upon in California as a leading vegetable crop, nevertheless three California counties are included in the list of the first 50 cucumber producing counties of the nation. It is announced by the state department of agriculture. The statement was made on the basis of a report received from the bureau of the census, United States department of commerce. The following are the figures on the leading California cucumber producing counties: Sacramento, acreage: 640; acreage rank, twenty-fifth; crop value, $71,610; crop rank, twenty-seventh. Los Angeles, acreage: 637; acreage rank, twenty-sixth; crop value, $128-730; crop rank, twelfth. Alameda, acreage: 563; acreage rank, thirty-first; crop value, $85,470; crop rank, twenty-second. slowly through the bushes near where the poison had been placed. Ruth did not like to leave David alone in the house, but she decided to help Ann search. She had re-entered the house and was lighting another lantern when a slight, familiar sound turned her rigid. The sound came again; a low whine and a scratching on the screen door. It was Sugarfoot. As Ruth held the door open, the little dog walked sleepily inside and, going to Ann's door, sat down and yawned. It was as though peacefully asleep in his sack by the woodpile, he had become cold and had risen in the hope of a warmer bed in Ann's room. Ruth picked the dog up in her arms and ran outside. "Ann! Oh, Ann!" The moving light beyond the barn suddenly stopped. "Here he is, Ann! He's alive!" The lantern began to move violently. Carrying Sugarfoot into the living room, Ruth lit the lamp. The little dog stood before the fireplace, his short legs widely spread and his sides distended almost to bursting. He looked sleepy and wonderfully content. Ruth knelt down and prodded him with her finger. He was as tight as a Imperial county, California, is the leading cantaloupe and muskmelon county of the nation, with nearly one-fourth of the total acreage devoted to those melons in the United States included within its borders, a report from the bureau of the census received by the state department of agriculture emphasizes. Furthermore, the Southern California county receives for its crop about 45 per cent of all the money paid for cantaloupes in the United States, the same report reveals. Stanislaus county in Northern California is firmly in third place, pressing Maricopa county, Arizona, for second. In all, nine California counties are included in the first 50 counties producing cantaloupes and muskmelons in the United States, the state department of agriculture finds. Boys Scale Highest Peak In Zion Park For the first time known, West Temple, highest elevation in Zion national park was successfully sealed by two boys recently, says a report to the Automobile Club of Southern California. This peak is almost completely girdled with high vertical cliffs, and rises to an elevation of 4,000 feet above the Virgin river at its base. Upon reaching the top a smoke signal was built by the boys and was plainly visible to residents of the nearby town of Springdale. It was reported that the climb took approximately four hours and the return trip two. She had reentered the house and was lightning another lantern when a slight familiar sound turned her rigid. After David had fallen asleep Ruth left the room and went out of the house. On the other side of the barn he could see Ann's lantern moving Ruth picked the dog up in her arms and ran outside. "Ann! Oh, Ann!" The moving light beyond the barn suddenly stopped. "Here he is, Ann! He's alive!" The lantern began to move violently. Carrying Sugarfoot into the living room, Ruth lit the lamp. The little dog stood before the fireplace, his short legs widely spread and his sides distended almost to bursting. He looked sleepy and wonderfully content. Ruth knelt down and prodded him with her finger. He was as tight as a drum. Ann came in panting and dropped by the dog. Sugarfoot licked her hand and etrove to wag his taillessness; but such exercise is fatiguing after a hearty meal. "He certainly doesn't seem sick." "No. He et the meat though—his tracks is all around." Continued Next Week MY GREAT GRAND MOTHER GREAT GRAND MOTHER! GOODNESS ME, DOES SHE STILL LIVE? YES, AT ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY- WHEW! 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