anaheim-gazette 1934-01-04

Anaheim, Calif., Jan. 4, 1934 WHISPERING ROCK by JOHN LEBAR TWENTY-THIRD 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, 85 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 sinking a well in a ravine, getting water for the perishing stock. At the round-up Ruth has enough stock to sell to meet Snatching the mirror from the ground where the giantess had dropped it, she climbed upon the box just as the lower limb of the sun touched the western mountain range. The light from the mirror struck downward, wavered, and came to rest on the cloth hanging from a nail part way down the well. Ruth stared at the cloth as the light slowly faded. Before it was entirely gone she knew what that cloth was. Once she had sent Harry, her brother, a present — a red silk handkerchief with an odd design of large white horseshoes. David just then came trudging up from the gulch. He couldn't understand all the concern about his absence. Ruth stepped from the box, took David by the hand and led him into her room. After locking the door, she took Wills' revolver from the trunk and sat down on the bed beside her son. The handkerchief ... Harry always wore it, Old Charley had said. If her brother was alive, how did it get halfway down the well on the Dead Lantern ranch? If he were not, then according to the Mexican who had reported his death, the handkerchief was buried two hundred miles below the Mexican line. The Mexican had actually mentioned the handkerchief. As Ruth sat on the bed, holding the small hand of her eldest, wondering son, her mind raced; that first night when Snavely had thrown a bundle into the old well. He had not been expecting any one to come on the ranch and had left things about Ann's face was a ment she regarded No one spoke. "Well, Ann!" "Fore Gawd, M know — I doan k her hands and rose Miss Ruth — I ca him." Ann walked tated, returned a few back and stood near agony of indecision. "All right, Ann, she stepped close to the Her voice was clear murderer!" Snavely shrunk l Say it!" comma Ann what you are! Snavely's lips move "Louder!" she cried muzzle of the gun face. "I — done—it M quit lookin' at me tell you!" "Don't move! N did it." Ruth stooped ward, her smooth idly. "Begin!" 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. NOW GO ON WITH THE/STORY Ann groaned and the joints of her entwined fingers cracked but she shook her head. "I jest cain't go fer doin' nothin' gains' Mr. Snavely. You doan understan' how 'tis with me an' him." Sowly the giantess walked to Ruth's room. The girl followed. "These here ready?" asked Ann, pointing to two suitcases. Ruth nodded, and the big woman left the room with them. Dully, Ruth continued the packing. She would try again after Ann was off the ranch and on the main road. But Ruth felt certain that Ann would do exactly as Snavely had ordered. The voice, then was not his only hold on Ann; there was a bigger thing. In a short time the packing was finished and the buckboard loaded. Ruth looked about for David; he was not in sight, nor did he answer her call. She suddenly realized that she had not seen him since returning from the mail box. Ordinarily, she would have been only mildly disturbed—the snakes were gone this time of year. Without any cut and dried reasoning, without weighing, rejecting and sorting evidence, Ruth found herself with a clear, convincing picture of the whole plot. She knew as plainly as though a hundred investigators had compiled proofs for a hundred days that the letter was a lie; that it was Snavely's final effort to get rid of her. And Harry—Harry was dead. His body lay under a pile of rubbish at the bottom of the well...that was why Snavely's pale eyes strayed there so often. She heard Snavely's voice shouting angrily for Ann, then the thump of his boots as he entered the house. "David," whispered Ruth, "Mama's going to trust you to do as she says: stay on the bed and don't be afraid—Mama'll be back pretty soon." With the revolver in her hand she stepped to the door, silently unlocked it, and stood with her left hand on the knob. In the klethen Snavely abruptly ceased to upbraid Ann, and the boots thumped across the porch. "By God, I'll show her who's—" As quickly as she could move Ruth flung open the door and stepped out, the revolver, fully cocked, pointing at Snavely's breast. He stopped and his hands went up. Ruth quietly closed the door behind her. "Ann!" Ruth's voice was sharp, metallic. "Go into the living room." She waited until she heard Ann's footsteps. "Now you march in!" Snavely turned without a word and walked before her. "Sit down—you too, Ann" The girl nodded toward the chairs by the tabble. The huge woman and the pale-eyed man seated themselves. Snavely gradually lowered his arms. "I've got nothing against you, Ann far from it. But if you won't help brother was alive, how did it get half-way down the well on the Dead Lantern ranch? If he were not, then according to the Mexixcap who had reported his death, the handkerchief was buried two hundred miles below the Mexican line. The Mexican had actually mentioned the handkerchief. As Ruth sat on the bed, holding the small hand of her elent, wondering son, her mind raced; that first night when Snavely had thrown a bundle into the old well. He had not been expecting any one to come on the ranch and had left things about which must be got rid of...the bundle opened as it fell and the light silk handkerchief floated alone, and came to rest on a nail in the timber, where it stayed. ...Snavely's feverish desire that she should not ask questions about the well, that she should not go near it...The well haunted him; wasn't he always looking toward it? Without any cut and dried reasoning, without weighing, rejecting and sorting evidence, Ruth found herself with a clear, convincing picture of the whole plot. She knew as plainly as though a hundred investigators had compiled proofs for a hundred days that the letter was a lie; that it was Snavely's final effort to get rid of her. And Harry—Harry was dead. His body lay under a pile of rubbish at the bottom of the well...that was why Snavely's pale eyes strayed there so often. She heard Snavely's voice shouting angrily for Ann, then the thump of his boots as he entered the house. "David," whispered Ruth, "Mama's going to trust you to do as she says: stay on the bed and don't be afraid—Mama'll be back pretty soon." With the revolver in her hand she stepped to the door, silently unlocked it, and stood with her left hand on the knob. In the klethen Snavely abruptly ceased to upbraid Ann, and the boots thumped across the porch. "By God, I'll show her who's—" As quickly as she could move Ruth flung open the door and stepped out, the revolver, fully cocked, pointing at Snavely's breast. He stopped and his hands went up. Ruth quietly closed the door behind her. "Ann!" Ruth's voice was sharp, metallic. "Go into the living room." She waited until she heard Ann's footsteps. "Now you march in!" Snavely turned without a word and walked before her. "Sit down—you too, Ann" The girl nodded toward the chairs by the tabble. The huge woman and the pale-eyed man seated themselves. Snavely gradually lowered his arms. "I've got nothing against you, Ann far from it. But if you won't help brother was alive, how did it get half-way down the well on the Dead Lantern ranch? If he were not, then according to the Mexixcap who had reported his death, the handkerchief was buried two hundred miles below the Mexican line. The Mexican had actually mentioned the handkerchief. As Ruth sat on the bed, holding the small hand of her elent, wondering son, her mind raced; that first night when Snavely had thrown a bundle into the old well. He had not been expecting any one to come on the ranch and had left things about which must be got rid of...the bundle opened as it fell and the light silk handkerchief floated alone, and came to rest on a nail in the timber, where it stayed. ...Snavely's feverish desire that she should not ask questions about the well, that she should not go near it...The well haunted him; wasn't he always looking toward it? Without any cut and dried reasoning, without weighing, rejecting and sorting evidence, Ruth found herself with a clear, convincing picture of the whole plot. She knew as plainly as though a hundred investigators had compiled proofs for a hundred days that the letter was a lie; that it was Snavely's final effort to get rid of her. And Harry—Harry was dead. His body lay under a pile of rubbish at the bottom of the well...that was why Snavely's pale eyes strayed there so often. She heard Snavley's voice shouting angrily for Ann, then the thump of his boots as he entered the house. "David," whispered Ruth, "Mama's going to trust you to do as she says: stay on the bed and don't be afraid—Mama'll be back pretty soon." With the revolver in her hand she stepped to the door, silently unlocked it, and stood with her left hand on the knob. In the klethen Snavely abruptly ceased to upbraid Ann, and the boots thumped across the porch. "By God, I'll show her who's—" As quickly as she could move Ruth flung open the door and stepped out, the revolver, fully cocked, pointing at Snavley's breast. He stopped and his hands went up. Ruth quietly closed the door behind her. "Ann!" Ruth's voice was sharp, metallic. "Go into the living room." She waited until she heard Ann's footsteps. "Now you march in!" Snavely turned without a word and walked before her. "Sit down—you too, Ann" The girl nodded toward the chairs by the tabble. The huge woman and the pale-eyed man seated themselves. Snavely gradually lowered his arms. "I've got nothing against you, Ann far from it. But if you won't help brother was alive, how did it get halfway down the well on the Dead Lantern ranch? If he were not, then according to the Mexixcap who had reported his death, the handkerchief was buried two hundred miles below the Mexican line. The Mexican had actually mentioned the handkerchief. As Ruth sat on the bed, holding the small hand of her elent, wondering son, her mind raced; that first night when Snavely had thrown a bundle into the old well. He had not been expecting any one to come on the ranch and had left things about which must be got rid of...the bundle opened as it fell and the light silk handkerchief floated alone, and came to rest on a nail in the timber, where it stayed. ...Snavley's feverish desire that she should not ask questions about the well, that she should not go near it...The well haunted him; wasn't he always looking toward it? Without any cut and dried reasoning, without weighing, rejecting and sorting evidence, Ruth found herself with a clear, convincing picture of the whole plot. She knew as plainly as though a hundred investigators had compiled proofs for a hundred days that the letter was a lie; that it was Snavley's final effort to get rid of her. And Harry—Harry was dead. His body lay under a pile of rubbish at the bottom of the well...that was why Snavley's pale eyes strayed there so often. She heard Snavley's voice shouting angrily for Ann, then the thump of his boots as he entered the house. "David," whispered Ruth, "Mama's going to trust you to do as she says: stay on the bed and don't be afraid—Mama'll be back pretty soon." With the revolver in her hand she stepped to the door, silently unlocked it, and stood with her left hand on the knob. In the klethen Snavelly abruptly ceased to upbraid Ann, and the boots thumped across the porch. "By God, I'll show her who's—" As quickly as she could move Ruth flung open the door and stepped out, the revolver, fully cocked, pointing at Snavley's breast. He stopped and his hands went up. Ruth quietly closed the door behind her. "Ann!" Ruth's voice was sharp, metallic. "Go into the living room." She waited until she heard Ann's footsteps. "Now you march in!" Snavely turned without a word and walked before her. "Sit down—you too，Ann" The girl nodded toward the chairs by the tabble. The huge woman and the pale-eyed man seated themselves. Snavley gradually lowered his arms. "I've got nothing against you，Ann far from it。But if you won't help brother was alive，how did it get halfway downthewellontheDeadLanternranch?Ifhewerenot，thenaccordingtotheMexixcapwhohadreportedhisdeath,thehandkerchieffloatedalone,andcametorestonatnailinthetimberwhereitstayed.Thesnavley'sfeervlishdesirethatsheshouldnotaskquestionsaboutthewellthatsheshouldnotgonearit...Thewellhauntedhim;wasn'thealwayslookingtowardit! Without any cut and dried reasoning without weighing rejecting sorting evidence Ruth found herself with a clear convincing picture of whole plot She knew as plainly as though a hundred investigators had compiled proofs for a hundred days thattheletterwasalie;thatitwasSnavley'sfinalefforttogetridofher.Andharry—Harrywasdead.Hisbodylayunderapileofrubbishatthebottomofthewell...thatwaswhySnavley'spaleeyesstrayedtheresooften.SheheardSnavley'svoiceshootingshoutingangrilyforAnn,thethumpofhisbootthesentheatonatnailinthetimberwhereitstayed.Thesnavley'sfeervlishdesirethatsheshouldnotaskquestionsaboutthewellthatsheshouldnotgonearit...Thewellhauntedhim;wasn'thealwayslookingtowardit! Without any cut and dried reasoning without weighing rejecting sorting evidence Ruth found herself with a clear convincing picture of whole plot She knew as plainly as though a hundred investigators had compiled proofs for a hundred days thattheletterwasalie;thatitwasSnavley'sfinalefforttogetridofher.Andharry—Harrywasdead.Hisbodylayunderapileofrubbishatthebottomofthewell...thatwaswhySnavley'spaleeyesstrayedtheresooften.SheheardSnavley'svoiceshootingshoutingangrilyforAnn,thethumpofhisbootthesentheatonatnailinthetimberwhereitstayed.ThesNavley'sfeervlishdesirethatsheshouldnotaskquestionsaboutthewellthatsheshouldnotgonearit...Thewellhauntedhim;wasn'thealwayslookingtowardit! Without any cut and dried reasoning without weighing rejecting sorting evidence Ruth found herself with a clear convincing picture of whole plot She knew as plainly as though a hundred investigators had compiled proofs for a hundred days thattheletterwasalie;thatitwasSnavley'sfinalefforttogetridofher.Andharry—Harrywasdead.Hisbodylayunderapileofrubbishatthebottomofthewell...thatwaswhySnavley'Spaleeyesstrayedtheresooften.SheheardSnavley'svoiceshootingshoutingangrilyforAnn,thethumpofhisbootthesentheatonatnailinthetimberwhereitstayed.ThesNavley'Sfeervlishdesirethatsheshouldnotaskquestionsaboutthewellthatsheshouldnotgonearit...Thewellhauntedhim;wasn'thealwayslookingtowardit! Without any cut and dried reasoning without weighing rejecting sorting evidence Ruth found herself with a clear convincing picture of whole plot She knew as plainly as though a hundred investigators had compiled proofs for a hundred days thattheletterwasalie;thatitwasSnavley'Sfinalefforttogetridofher.Andharry—Harrywasdead.Hisbodylayunderapileofrubbishatthebottomofthewell...thatwaswhySnavley'Spaleeyesstrayedtheresooften.SheheardSnavley'SvoiceshootingshoutingangrilyforAnn,thethumpofhisbootthesentheatonatnailinthetimberwhereitstayed.ThesNavley'Sfeervlishdesirethatsheshouldnotaskquestionsaboutthewellthatsheshouldnotgonearit...Thewellhauntedhim;wasn'thealwayslookingtowardit! 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Without any cut and dried reasoning without weighing rejecting sorting evidence Ruth found herself with a clear convincing picture of whole plot She knew as plainly as though a hundred investigators had compiled proofs for a hundred days thattheletterWasa lie;that它wasS navley'Sfinalefforttogetridofher.Andherry—Harrywasdead.Hisbodylayunderapileofrubbishatthebottomofthewell...thatwaswhyS navley'Spaleeyesstrayedtheresooften.SheheardS navley'SvoiceshootingshoutingangrilyforAnn,thethumpofhisbootthesentheatonatnailinthetimberwhere它stayed.ThesNavley'Sfeervlishdesirethat她shouldnotgonearit...Thewellhauntedhim;wasn'thealwayslookingtowardit! Without any cut and dried reasoning without weighing rejecting sorting evidence Ruth found herself with a clear convincing picture of whole plot She knew as plainly as though a hundred investigators had compiled proofs for a hundred days thattheletterWasa lie;that它wasS navley'Sfinalefforttogetridofher.Andherry—Harrywasdead.Hisbodylayunderapileofrubbishatthebottomofthewell...thatwaswhyS navley'Spaleeyesstrayedtheresooften.SheheardS navley'SvoiceshootingshoutingangrilyforAnn,thethumpofhisbootthesentheatonatnailinthetimberwhere它stayed.ThesNavley'Sfeervlishdesirethat她shouldnotgonearit...Thewellhauntedhim;wasn'thealwayslookingtowardit! Without any cut and dried reasoning without weighing rejecting sorting evidence Ruth found herself with a clear convincing picture of whole plot She knew as plainly as though a hundred investigators had compiled proofs for a hundred days thattheletterWasa lie;that它wasS navley'Sfinalefforttogetridofher.Andherry—Harrywasdead.Hisbodylayunderapileofrubbishatthebottomofthewell...thatwaswhyS navley'Spaleeyesstrayedtheresooften.SheheardS navley'SvoiceshootingshoutingangrilyforAnn,thethumpOfhisbootthesentheatonatnailinthetimberwhere它stayed.ThesNavley'Sfeervlishdesirethat她shouldnotgonearit...Thewellhauntedhim;wasn'thealwayslookingtowardit! Without any cut and dried reasoning without weighing rejecting sorting evidence Ruth found herself with a clear convincing picture of whole plot She knew as plainly as though a hundred investigators had compiled proofs for a hundred days thattheletterWasa lie;that它wasS navley'Sfinalefforttogetridofher.Andherry—Harrywasdead.Hisbodylayunderapileofrubbishatthebottomofthewell...thatwaswhyS navley'Spaleeyesstrayedtheresooften.SheheardS navley'SvoiceshootingshoutingangrilyforAnn,thethumpOfhisbootthesentheatonatnailinthetimberwhere它stayed.ThesNavley'Sfeervlishdesirethat她shouldnotgonearit...Thewellhauntedhim;wasn'thealwayslookingtowardit! Without any cut and dried reasoning without weighing rejecting sorting evidence Ruth found herself with a clear convincing picture of whole plot She knew as plainly as though a hundred investigators had compiled proofs for a hundred days thattheletterWasa lie;that它wasS navley'Sfinalefforttogetridofher.Andherry—Harrywasdead.Hisbodylayunderapileofrubbishatthebottomofthewell...thatwaswhyS navley'Spaleeyesstrayedtheresooften.SheheardS navley'SvoiceshootingshoutingangrilyforAnn,thethumpOfhisbootthesentheatonatnailinthetimberwhere它stayed.ThesNavley'Sfeervlishdesire That她 Should Not Be Afraid —Mama'll Be Back Pretty soon." With The revolver In Her Hand She Stepped To The Door Silently Unlocked It And Stood With Her Left Hand On The Knob. In The Klehen Snabler Abruptly Ceased To Upbraid Ann,...and The Boots Thumbmed Across The Porch "By God,...Ill Show Her Who's..." As Quickly As She Could Move Rush Flung Open The Door And Stepped Out, The Revolver Fuller CockED Pointing At Sn娥儿 Breast. He Stopped And His Hands Went Up. Rutting Through Her Hand She Stepped To The Door Silently Unlocked It And Stood With Her Left Hand On The Knob. In The Klehen Snabler Abruptly Ceased To Upbraid Ann,...and The Boots Thumbmed Across The Porch "By God,...Ill Show Her Who's..." As Quickly As She Could Move Rush Flung Open The Door And Stepped Out, The Revolver Fuller CockED Pointing At Sn娥儿 Breast. He Stopped And His Hands Went Up. Rutting Through Her Hand She Stepped To The Door Silently Unlocked It And Stood With Her Left Hand On The Knob. And You'll J In The Morn If You feel The world look Then Ruth's heart stopped: a few feet from the board fence around the old well lay a box. It lay as though it had been placed on end against the fence; in imagination, Ruth saw her son standing on tiptoe, leaning over the fence, hitching himself farther over to see better, losing his balance, the box falling away as his feet left its top. With a cry of anguish she ran to the box, stood it up, and mounting, leaned over the fence—"David!" The name rang hollowly and died away. "Da-vid—" With a moan, Ruth slipped from the box. The next instant, it seemed to her, Ann was helping her to her feet. Ann! Ropes! bring ropes quick! Ruth struggled to free herself from the giants' arms. "Let me go! Oh, God, don't let David be in there—" "Now wait, Miss Ruth — wait — you doan know he fell in, does you?" "No—no—but where else is he—where else—" Ruth was dizzy; she fought to keep her senses. "Ann—" Ann left her hand ran into the house. Ruth climbed upon the box again, but she could not look down. The giantess lifted her from the box. "You stand down, I'll look with this—you couldn't see nothin' with no lantern on a rope." Ann held a mirror in her hands. She caught the light of the sun and turned it into the well. Ruth saw her smile broadly. "There. I done to' you he warnn't down there!" ANAHEM GAZETTE Ann's face was a study. For a moment she regarded Snavely, then Ruth. No one spoke. "Well, Ann!" "Fore Gawd, Miss Ruth — I doan know — I doan know—" Ann wrung her hands and rose to her feet. "Please, Miss Ruth — I can't he'p you 'galns' him." Ann walked to the door, hesitated, returned a few steps, then went back and stood near the window, in an agony of indecision. "All right, Ann, think it over." Ruth stepped close to the man in the chair. Her voice was clear and sharp. "You murderer!" Snavely shrunk back in his chair. "Say it!" commanded Ruth. "tell Ann what you are!" Snavely's lips moved silently. "Louder!" she cried, thrusting the muzzle of the gun almost against his face. "I — done—it My God! let me be—quit lookin' at me! I had to do it, I tell you!" "Don't move! Now tell us why you did it." Ruth stood, right foot forward, her smooth young face set rigidly. "Begin!" "You didn't have to murder him!" "I hated him, I tell you! He done what all people do—I hated him like I hate all the rest. I got to be by mysef. I been alone since I was born. Every man I ever knew tried to git somethin' off me. Every storekeeper tried to cheat me. Every rancher tried to fence off part of my land—every time I got a good thing somebody tried to get it away fro his own sef. That's all humans do! Their whole lives is just spent trying to get something somebody else has got!" "Well?" demanded Ruth. "When I come here there was twenty thousand acres of this ranch an' the house was in the middle of it. I couldn't see no fence whichever a-way I looked. I bought this ranch. I could stay here. I had my horses an' I had enough cattle to keep me busy an' to feed me. I bought this ranch fair an' square. Then a man comes with a paper an' says he owns three-quarters of it. But he didn't want to stay here—he didn't want nothin' but money. So he went away an' I scraped enough together each selllin' time an' sent it to him. That was all right. Then your brother bought that man out an' come here. He come to stay. He almed to improve the ranch. Good God a'mighty!" "I am going to take you over the mountains," said Ruth evenly. "Stand up!" Snavely slowly rose and Ruth backed away. At the moment his eyes looked past her shoulder and his head nodded ever so slightly. Before Ruth could move great strong arms were holding her in a vise, a big hand took possession of the gun. Ann's voice muttered close to her ear, "Tee sorry." "Give me that gun!" Snavely darted toward Ann as the glantess released the girl. Ann backed away shaking her head. Snavely stopped. Ann spoke swiftly to Ruth. "Git yo're little boy and ride away quick—hurry, 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. "I — done—it My God! let me be—quit lookin' at me! I had to do it, tell you!" "Don't move! Now tell us why you did it." Ruth stood, right foot forward, her smooth young face set rigidly. "Begin!" Her voice was clear and sharp. "you murderer!" "I — I shot him." "Why?" "Because I hated him!" "Why?" "I don't know—he comes here. He bought his interest from the man who owned it an' he come here. He wanted to be pardners—I signed. I couldn't help it—damn him!" "What did he do to you?" "I don't know—let me be, can't you? He come here an' I wasn't by myself no more—I couldn't git him to go." At the moment his eyes looked past her shoulder and his head nodded ever so slightly. Before Ruth could move great strong arms were holding her in a vise, a big hand took possession of the gun. Ann's voice muttered close to her ear. "Tee sorry." "Give me that gun!" Snavely darted toward Ann as the giantess released the girl. Ann backed away shaking her head. Snavely stopped. Ann spoke swiftly to Ruth. "Git yo're little boy and ride away quick—hurry, Miss Ruth, fore he makes me give him the gun." "Ann, hep me—you have the gun, help me to take him over to Thanes' place," begged Ruth. The giantess roared at her. "My Gawd, git away like I tol' you!" Neither Snavely nor Ann moved until the sound of Ruth's horse and David's questioning voice had died away. Snavely, white with rage, spoke scathingly. "Now give me that gun, you black—!" The gun in Ann's hand wavered uncertainly. "Jes' a minute," she faltered. "Give it here!" Ann cringed, turned the revolver butt forward and held it out. Snavely snatched the weapon, and raised the muzzle to Ann's face. Then he paused, and lowered the gun. "Git my horses, damn you! They'll come back—the Thanes'll come an' git me! They'll coop me up! Hurry along—git Buck an' throw a pack saddle on him. Run, damn your black hide!" Ann ran out of the house. Snavely hurried into the kitchen and began feverishly filling a gunny sack with provisions. Five minutes later his outfit was piled by the kitchen door; three sacks, his bed roll, a frying pan, and leaning against the house, a 30-30 rifle in a saddle echeath with four cartridges beside the butt. Ann was coming from the barn, leading the buckskin horse with a pack saddle on his back. Continued Next Week 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. Your headaches and you feel down and out. Your whole system is poisoned. 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. Gas bloats up your stomach. You have a thick, bad taste and your breath is foul, skin often breaks out in blemishes. Your head aches and you feel drowsy and out. Your whole system is poisoned. It takes those good, old CARTER’s LITTLE LIVER PILLS to get these two pounds of bile flowing freely and make you feel “up and up.” They contain wonderful, harmless, gentle vegetable extracts, amazing when it comes to making the bile flow freely. But don’t ask for liver pills. Ask for Carter’s Little Liver Pills. Look for the name Carter’s Little Liver Pills on the red label. Resent a substitute. 25¢ at drug stores. ©1931 C. M. Co. NEW DEPOSITS CAN BE LOOKED FOR IN SECTIONS HAVE BEEN COVERED BY SUNNY & ICE...IN MARSHALL & IN POLAR REGIONS...IN FORESTS OF THE TROPICAL DESERTS...HIGH VALLEYS AND MOUNTAIN CLOSE TO MEETING AGAIN EH? NOW YOU, ILL FIX ITIME 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 $209 Backs, Terry & Campbell FUNERAL DIRECTORS H. P. CAMPBELL, Resident Director 251 No. Lemon St., Anaheim, Calif. Physicians & Surgeons Phone $212 Open Evenings Sunday by Appointment DR. OSHER PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Dentist—Painless Extraction. Oculist—Glasses Fitted. 107½ E. Center St., Anaheim, Cali Telephone 4105 DeLuxe Ambulance Service HILGENFELD'S FUNERAL HOME South Lemon at Broadway ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA Office Phone $213 Residence 887 South Los Angeles St. Residence Phone 2610 Hours: 11-12; 2-4; 7-8 J. W. Truxaw, M. D. PHYSICIAN & SURGEON Golden State Bank Bldg. Cor. Center and Los Angeles Streets ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA Sash and Doors Nagel-Gohres & Co. 418 S. Lemon St., Anaheim 2403 HILGENFELD'S FUNERAL HOME South Lemon at Broadway ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA Golden State Bank Bldg. Cor. Center and Los Angeles Streets ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA Sash and Doors Nagel-Gohres & Co. 418 S. Lemon St., Anaheim 2403 ANAHEIM FEED AND FUEL CO. Dealers in GRAIN FLOUR SEEDS WOOD COAL HAY Phone 3210 W. D. GRAFTON, Prop. Public Weighing Scales SALESMANSHIP IN PRINTING Your card, letterhead, envelope or statement is more than just a piece of paper — it is your representative. Its effectiveness as a message bearer may be increased, as well as adding salesmanship via favorable impression, when printing is properly done. Gazette Printing Pays Both Ways PLACER MINING IS THE OPERATION OF WASHING GOLD OR OTHER VALUABLE MATERIALS FROM GRAVEL OR SAUD, DEPOSITED BY A STREAM OR IN A BEACH. BETWEEN 1848 AND 1875, 87% OF THE GOLD WAS THUS OBTAINed. AND THAT ELudes OUR FACT-FINDING VEHICURES FOR TODAY, POLKS. PLACER MINING IS THE OPERATION OF WASHING GOLD OR OTHER VALUABLE MILERALS FROM GRAVEL OR SAND, DEPOSITED BY A STREAM OR IN A BEACH. BETWEEN 1848 AND 1875, 87% OF THE GOLD WAS THUS OBTAINED. CAN BE LOOKED FOR IN SECTIONS WHICH ARERED BY SNOW & ICE... IN MARSHY TURNS DESIRED... IN FORESTS OF THE TROPICS... IN VALLEYS AND MOUNTAIN CHAINS. THE LARGEST NUGGET WAS FOUND IN AUSTRALIA WEIGHTED 2,520 OUNCES, VALUED AT $42,000. THE LARGEST IN CALIFORNIA WEIGHTED 280 OUNCES. THE KLOUDIKE PRODUCED AN 85 OUNCE NUGGET. AND THAT ELSE OUR FACT-FINDING VEHICLES FOR TODAY, FOLKS. By Charles McManus CHARLES McMANUS