anaheim-gazette 1933-12-21

Anaheim Calif., Dec. 21, 1933 WHISPERING ROCK by JOHN LEBAR TWENTY FIRST 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 come 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 with the livestock. Snavely calls it "liver fever" ... and says he has a powder for the water to cure the disease. Ruth discovers trickery in Snavely's tactics of poisoning her cattle, but says nothing, waiting for additional evidence. Drought is overcome by sink- ing a well in a ravine, getting water for the perishing stock. At the round-up Ruth has enough stock to sell to meet her notes. Ruth was suddenly excited. "Get up on top of the rock and see if you can see the bird—we must find it, son!" "In't it close, Mamma?" David held his hand out before him. "I think he's sitting on my finger, but when I look he's gone!" Slowly, Ruth moved away from the rock, trying, from the infrequent sounds of the bird, to go toward it. She soon discovered that if she went here, David." It was uncanny; the boy rock and plodded toward the sand. As they returned to the thought over her discovery in the rock wa- and by sitting on the sto- ing through the forked mouth was placed at its sound of the voice was t- and directed in a narrow brown bowledeer, as light- from a headlight. That way of the old Indian medic Snavely had learned of seen Ruth, Kenneth and first day—had watched th- along the road toward th- he slipped into the george fissure and had spoken to ward, he had gone to th- Ann that he would finish that she should go and coming through the gullet. She was tremendously her discovery. She told now she had Snavely who him. Ruth lay awake late th- ning how she should pro- of the voice to Ann. She conclusion that she wou- until Sunday. With W Charley helping, she cou- come for a ride in the ma- pretext or other. They w- to the gulch and show- voice was. Then, without the ranch they would all and place the whole thin hands. 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 with the livestock. Snavely calls it "liver fever"... and says he has a powder for the water to cure the disease. Ruth discovers trickery in Snavely's tactics of poisoning her cattle, but says nothing, waiting for additional evidence. Drought is overcome by sinking a well in a ravine, getting water for the perishing stock. At the round-up Ruth has enough stock to sell to meet her notes. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Ruth entered the gully which ran eastward a few yards south of the house, and followed it. At last she stopped beneath an ash tree which had a low branch. With the paring knife she cut the potato in half and made numerous little cuts in the white surface. Into this surface she rubbed a pinch of powder from the liver fever box. She placed the piece of potato on the branch of the tree and, walking a short distance away, seated herself in the shade to wait, her eyes on the potato. She waited more than an hour and was about to give up when a little gray bird flew down from the top of the ash tree and alighted on the branch. After a moment the bird hopped to the potato, looked it over, and took a speculative peck. Ruth watched so intently that her eyes burned. The little bird had taken several bites when it ceased and moved away from the potato. It stood upon a small twig and jerked its head as though trying to shake something from its mouth or throat. Then the little wings drooped, the bird toppled, hung by a single claw for a moment, and dropped to the ground. Ruth buried the bird and the piece of potato, then walked slowly back to the house. Her face was pale and her knees felt uncertain. In her room again, she unlocked her trunk, and after screwing up her courage, tasted the powder labeled Cyanide. It was common salt. The girl shuddered. How could any one deliberately poison cattle? But she knew that to Snavely cattle were only a crop. He would not have killed a horse; but if by causing the cattle crop to fail he could gain possession of the ranch, that was another matter. Snavely had not foreseen that she would lock both boxes in her trunk and so had no opportunity to rechange the contents. Later, Ann had "poisoned" the barbecue meat with dirty salt, and to-day the girl had killed a bird with the "fever medicine." Ruth grew weak with fear; if the man would do such things in an effort to rid himself of her, what might he not do?... That night when the drunken giantess had a few feet to right or left she could not hear the bird at all, although David, behind her on the bowlder said, "Hear it!" at regular intervals. The sound seemed to come from the south in a narrow band. As though she were following an invisible beam of light the girl walked slowly toward the cliff. It was weird; the voice of the bird grew only slightly louder—always, it seemed but a few feet before her face. Ten yards from the cliff a bird flew out of a waist-high bush and darted up the guich. Ruth ran to the bush. It was a very ordinary bush, rather sparse, differing in no way from any other bush. A foot or so behind it rose the wall of sandstone. To left and right, ran other bushes, growing as close to the wall as they could find earth, none of them tall. Then Ruth saw something which her eyes would have missed six months before—in the bush was a dry stick about two feet tall with a forked top. This stick did not belong to the bush; it had been stuck into the sand like a stake. She stepped through an opening on the right and came between the bush and the wall. Just behind the bush was a smooth depression in the sandstone about four feet across and perhaps a foot or more in depth. It was as though some one had pressed a giant basin into the wall when the rock was soft. The lower third of this basin was beneath the surface of the sand. It was a perfectly natural hollow such as are to be found in great numbers, scoured out by wind and water, in the sandstone banks of ravines. But Ruth saw something else; a small flat-topped rock like a footstool lay on the ground a little inside the basin, and before this stone were the marks of bootheels. Some one had recently sat upon the stone. She experimented and found that when seated upon the stone her head came opposite the deepest point of the basin behind her. She called to David to go back to the bowlder and climb on top. When the boy was in position she spoke in a normal tone. "Hello, David." "Hello, Mamma!" His small voice reached her across the intervening distance. On Saturday Ruth ended at the mail box later. The girl stayed on her David dismounted and through the fence went to returned with the roll of magazines. "There's a lo Mama," he said, as he he Ruth worked the letter she string about the pack ed at it curiously. It was her old apartment in Phil writing. The original ap undecipherable, but as she letter Ruth noticed that foreign stamp. As her eyes met the flame of the crudely written expression of mild curio denly wiped out. She tand her face went white her horse like one entranted breathlessly, eyes stop paper. Both David and Sion on with interest. "Manna—?" "David!!" Ruth whirled Harry — this letter — he Ruth returned to the house an ecstacy of happiness world had changed; for Ruth Warren felt that all were vanishing. To be su far away, sick, and in d he was alive. Harry, her one person she had ad on all her life—was all herself that she never satisfied with the story it sounded plausible but like Harry. He wasn't do be with her on the Dead Lily Unless two pints flow daily from your your bowels, your your bowels. This whole body. Movement and constipated. You horse; but if by causing the cattle crop to fail he could gain possession of the ranch, that was another matter. Snavely had not foreseen that she would lock both boxes in her trunk and so had no opportunity to rechange the contents. Later, Ann had "poisoned" the barbecue meat with dirty salt, and to-day the girl had killed a bird with the "fever medicine." Ruth grew weak with fear; if the man would do such things in an effort to rid himself of her, what might he not do? . . That night when the drunken giantess had been goaded to kill her by the voice, Ruth was certain that in some way Snavely controlled that voice. She now feared him as never before; yet, she must not let him suspect it. If she could only hold out this week, until Old Charley and Will came. The next afternoon Ruth and David rode through the arroyo north of the barn. When they met the old road, the girl turned toward the gulch, dismounted at the fence and tled the horses. She went first to the brown bowler and seated herself. Ruth waited half an hour, while David played about, but she heard no voice. Then, systematically, she began to explore. She looked into every depression, behind every bowler, and among the scant piles of driftwood and leaves in the bed of the gulch. She returned to the rock and seated herself wearily—it was hard walking through the sand. David sprawled on his stomach before the rock, tickling the sand on the edge of a doodle bug cone. "Mamma, what are we doing?" "Just thinking." Presently David asked, "Do you hear that funny little bird?" "Oh, David!" For the first time Ruth turned her whole mind on her son. Just then she heard the twitter of a bird. She had heard it off and on for some time, but only as one hears a sound while thinking hard upon something else. The twitter came again and Ruth started, then rose quickly to her feet. There was something strange about the sound of that bird—it was too close, as though the bird was sitting not ten feet way, perhaps even nearer. But there was not a bird in sight. "David!" DOROTHY DARNIT HELLO DOROTHY DOES MY SISTER KNOW YOU'RE HERE ANAHEIM GAZETTE City Gets Approval For Force Accounts City officials this week were jubilant because they had received CWA approval to construct the proposed extension of the municipal transmission system by force account, thus eliminating delays in advertising for bids and awarding contracts. Uncle Sam two weeks ago formally approved a $15,000 grant toward construction of the $52,000 project, the city putting up the balance. Bids for materials were advertised in the Gazette last week and will be opened December 26, enabling the city to proceed with actual construction immediately thereafter. She felt incredibly young and light-hearted. As she and David neared the barn, chattering and laughing, Ruth fell to thinking of Snavely. She pitied him. Poor, half-crazy, eccentric man—there was nothing to fear from him now. When Harry learned of the things he had done, Snavely would have to go. Just what she would do at present Ruth had not decided. First, she would show Snavely the letter. Nothing he could say or do would frighten her now, and once he understood that Harry Grey was coming back to the Dead Lantern, Snavely was forever beaten. Again she read the letter which she still held in her hand. Harry had been captured by Mexican bandits, had been with them several months, had at last escaped, was badly hurt, and from then until the writing of the letter he had been cared for at the inaccessible Guiteriz Rancho six days west of Hermosillo. He said that he was dictating the letter to a traveler—the first person he had seen in many months who had any knowledge of English. Harry was unable to write because of a wound. NOTICE INVITING SEALED PROPOSALS FOR MATERIALS AND APPARATUS FOR ELECTRICAL DISTRIBUTION SYSTEM Notice is hereby given that sealed proposals will be received by the City Council of the City of Anaheim at the office of the City Clerk of said City up to the hour of eight o'clock P.M. of Tuesday the 26th day of December, 1933, for furnishing the following material and apparatus to said City in accordance with lists and specifications adopted December 6, 1933: Item No. 1—Copper Wire Approximately 85,000 feet 2-0 stranded single conductor. Approximately 60,000 feet No. 2 stranded single conductor. Triple Braid medium hard drawn weather proof copper wire. Item No. 2—Cedar Poles Approximately 140 poles ranging from 40 feet to 60 feet full length pressure creosoted. Item No. 3—Lead Sheathed Cable Approximately 3500 feet 4-0 three conductor lead covered cable—paper insulated 5 K.V. Approximately 1412 feet No. 2—three conductor lead covered cable—paper insulated 5 K.V. Item No. 4—Metallic Conduit Approximately 600 feet 3 inch inside diameter metallic conduit. Approximately 240 feet 2 inch inside diameter metallic conduit. Item No. 5—Pot Heads Approximately 12-3 conductor 5 K.V. Outdoor. Approximately 25-3 conductor 5 K.V. Indoor for use on 4:0 and No. 2 Cable. Item No. 6—Non Metallic Conduit. Approximately 4500 feet of 4 inch inside diameter non-metallic conduit socket joint type for use underground; alternate on 3½ inch inside diameter and 3 inch inside diameter. Specifications on the above items may be obtained at the office of City Clerk of the City of Anaheim. Ruth lay awake late that night planning how she should prove the origin of the voice to Ann. She came to the conclusion that she would do nothing until Sunday. With Will and Old Charley helping, she could get Ann to come for a ride in the machine on some pretext or other. They would take her to the gulch and show her what the voice was. Then, without returning to the ranch they would all go into town and place the whole thing in Martin's hands. On Saturday Ruth and David arrived at the mail box later than usual. The girl stuyed on her horse while David dismounted and, crawling through the fence went to the box. He returned with the roll of papers and magazines. "There's a letter here too, Mama," he said, as he held up the roll. Ruth worked the letter from under the string about the package and looked at it curiously. It was addressed to her old apartment in Philadelphia; the writing. The original postmark was undecipherable, but as she opened the letter Ruth noticed that it bore a foreign stamp. As her eyes met the first few words of the crudely written letter, Ruth's expression of mild curiosity was suddenly wiped out. She uttered a cry and her face went white. She sat on her horse like one entranced, lips parted breathlessly, eyes staring at the paper. Both David and Sanchez looked on with interest. "Manna—?" "David!" Ruth whirled about. "Uncle Harry — this letter — he's alive!" Ruth returned to the home ranch in an ecstacy of happiness. The whole world had changed; for in that world Ruth Warren felt that all her troubles were vanishing. To be sure, Harry was far away, sick, and in difficulties; but he was alive. Harry, her big brother—the one person she had really depended on all her life—was alive. She told herself that she never had been quite satisfied with the story of his death; it sounded plausible but somehow not like Harry. He wasn't dead—he'd soon be with her on the Dead Lantern ranch. Harry Grey was coming back to the Dead Lantern, Snavely was forever beaten. and was still in bed. But his hurts were mending and before long he expected to be up. He requested Ruth to write his partner, Snavely, of the situation and ask him to go to Hermosillo. Ruth galloped to the ranch house, for she saw Snavely's horse standing by the little mesquite near the back porch. She entered the front of the house and went through to the rear. Continued Next Week 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 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 decayed poison in your bowels. Theitable medicine which starts with them several months, had at last escaped, was badly hurt, and from then until the writing of the letter he had been cared for at the inaccessible Guerriz Rancho six days west of Hermosillo. He said that he was dictating the letter to a traveler—the first person he had seen in many months who had any knowledge of English. Harry was unable to write because of a wound. Item No. 6—Non Metallic Conduit. Approximately 4500 feet of 4 inch inside diameter non-metallic conduit socket joint type for use underground; alternate on 31½ inch inside diameter and 3 inch inside diameter. Specifications on the above items may be obtained at the office of City Clerk of the City of Anaheim. Items listed above will be considered separately in making awards. Each proposal or bid must be accompanied by a certified or cashier's check payable to the City of Anaheim in an amount of not less than 10% of the amount of the proposal or bid. Each bidder shall file with his proposal a certificate of compliance with NRA in connection with PWA projects. Specifications, proposal blanks and further information may be obtained at the office of the City Clerk of said City. All proposals or bids to cover material or apparatus FOB Electrical Warehouse, City of Anaheim, Anaheim, California. The City Council of said City reserves the right to reject any or all proposals or bids. Dated December 6, 1933. J. W. PRICE, City Clerk. 12-7-3t 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 deacayed 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 calomel (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 may grip, loosen teeth or scald rectum. Ask for Carter's Little Liver Pills by name and get what you ask for. ©1933, C.M.Co. HAMES OF SOME OF OUR STATES WHICH THE INDIANS HAVE GIVEN US. CONNECTICUT - FROM INDIAN NAME, QUONOKTACU IOWA - INDIAN NAME, MEANING "SLEEPY WATERS IDAHO - GEM OR HILLS KANSAS - FROM THE INDIAN TRIBE CALLED KAUZAN TENNESSEE - FROM AN INDIAN WORD "UNKNOWN KENTUCKY- PRAIRIE" DARNIT HELLO DOROTHY DOES MY SISTER KNOW YOU'RE HERE? NO WILL YOU TELL HER? SURE MY HEART IS ON FOR LO 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 Physicians & Surgeons Ambulance Service—Day or Night Phone 3209 Backs, Terry & Campbell FUNERAL DIRECTORS H. P. CAMPBELL, Resident Director 251 No. Lemon St., Anaheim, Calif. Phone 3212 Open Evenings Sunday by Appointment DR. OSHER PHYSICIAN AND NURSE Bye, Ear, Nose and Throat Dentist—Painless Extraction Ocullist—Glasses Filled. 107½ E. Center St., Anaheim, Calif. Telephone 4105 DeLuxe Ambulance Service HILGENFELD'S FUNERAL HOME South Lemon at Broadway ANAHEIM, GALFORNIA Office Phone 872 Residence 987 South Los Angeles St. Residence Phone 6100 Hours: 11-12; 2-4; 7-9 J. W. Truxaw, M.D. PHYSICIAN & SURGEON Golden State Bank Cor. Center and Los Angeles District ANAHEIM, GALFORNIA Shah and Dooms Stock Course & Co. 85 S. Lemon St., Anaheim 2403 HILGENFELD'S FUNeral Home South Lemon at Broadway ANAHEIM, GALIFORNIA Golden State Book Bldg. Cor. Center and Los Angeles District ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA Shah and Doom Street & Co. B. Lemon St., Anaheim 2403 ANAHEIM FEED AND FUEL CO. Dealers in GRAIN PLASTER WOOD COAL HAY Phone 3210 W. D. GRAFTON, Prop. 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FROM INDIAN NAME, QUONOKTACUT MAE, MEANING "SLEEPY WATERS" "GEM OF HILLS" THE INDIAN TRIBE CALLED KAHZAS INDIAN WORD "UNKNOWN" "PRAIRIE" IN 1001, AT THE AGE OF 65, CARNEgie RETIRED FROM BUSINESS TO TAKE UP THE BUSINESS OF DISPELUSING A FORTUNE (THEN $300,000,000) FOR THE IMPROVEMENT OF THE RACE... By Charles McManus MY HEART IS ON FIRE FOR LOVE- CHAS-MYMANUS.