anaheim-gazette 1934-01-11

FINAL 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 develops 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 me—don't tell her things I was good—Ruth was sobbing. "Then—if you'll Sugarfoot—where is paired the little dog Ann's cheek. There silence, then a faint It was just after David was down by putting the finishing boasting four wire lay in the warm dusk and watched with a yards from the barn, and Alfredo were lay long pit, in preparat barbecue. Just beyond shade of the big moss on a rawhide-cover bundle lying so comfy stared with great bacy foliage above. On the porch of Ruth, Will, and around a small paper. The old man scrutinized the last on a legal document moved his spectacle raised his eyes to "who knows what's this business?" "I guess the most said Will. "I'll write then, as far as I can Lantern is legally so Ruth nodded. "I make out the amount one for three-quarter NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Snavely passed her on the run, shouting, "Pack my stuff!" She had left his riding horse at the saddle shed, and now Snavely hurried into the shed, returning with saddle and bridle. At the house Ann set about packing the horse. When she saw Snavely getting into his chaps, she paused and watched him for a moment. Then her eyes turned toward the trail to Old Charley's. It would not be dark for some time—Miss Ruth could not have gone far. From the top of the first little hill one could see a long way along the trail; and the rifle would shoot a mile. As Snavely mounted his horse at the barn, Ann suddenly ran to the rifle, snatched it up, and disappeared around the southern side of the house. From there she crossed the small gully, and, stooping low, made her way to the trail and hid behind a large bowler. Snavely missed the rifle almost as he dismounted at the house. He called Ann in a furious voice. He looked about, ran cursing into the house and out again. Several times he slapped the two revolvers belted around his hips with an air of vexation—revolvers were only good at close quarters. He wanted the rifle. He would need it badly when a posse took his trail. He soon gave up calling Ann and hastily finished packing the buckskin horse. The last thing he tied on was a half sack of rolled barley he had just brought from the barn. He would look after his horses always. With the lead rope of the pack horse in his hand, he swung himself into the saddle. And as he mounted, his eyes came to rest on the country he was to ride. Slowly the man's eyes dropped until they rested on the trail which passed over the hill. A sudden tenseness came into his face; his lips fell to twitching and jerking without parting. With a wild insane yell he dug the Ann grinned—it was supper time and nobody could fool that dog. "Here I is. Sugar—come up an' set a spell." A rifle cracked from the direction of the trail to the west. Ann's hand flew to her side. She sat very straight for a moment, an expression of bewilderment on her face. Slowly her head dropped, the great body crumpled, slid from the rock and fell across the trail. Sugarfoot whined and licked the big open hand. It was long after dark when Old Charley, Will and Ruth crossed the mountains and came among the lower foothills on the Dead Lantern ranch. Old Charley rode first, his ancient forty-five on his hip and a Winchester in a sheath under his left stirrup. Ruth followed, then Will. David had been left behind with old Juan and Juanna. The riders were coming down the last hill when Old Charley suddenly halted. His revolver sprung into his hand, and he leaned forward, peering at the ground. "It's Ann!" Sugarfoot stood guard, growling fiercely. He would allow no one to approach but Ruth, who did not heed him but dropped to her knees beside the giantsess. "She's alive, I think—Ann! Ann!" "Yes, little white girl," Ann whispered faintly. "I been waitin' fer you." "Let's get her to the house," said Will. "Here, Dad—" "Wait," cried Ruth. Ann was whispering; the girl bent her head lower. "Don't move me—I ain't got but a minute, little white girl. I Jes' want to tell you—Mr. Snavely an' me was together long ago in Texas—he's my man—we ain't married. We got a little girl—at Saint Mary's Convent in town, she is—Martha Jackson—" Ann rested for a moment. "Will you look after my little Martha? She don't know—who her folks is—thinks good people. Don't tell her—no different. Mr. Snavely don't want nobody to know—but he's been payin' fer her a little—I tol' him I'd tell if he didn't—" Again the whisper died away for a moment. "I guess the most said Will. "I'll write them, as far as I can. Lantern is legally so Ruth nodded. "I make out the amount one for three-quarters for one-quarter. T share and Snavely's I'm going to buy an with her share; J that was the best th my ward," Ruth smiled. "How is your wair? Just fine. One bringing her out for row. Martha's a d Now where are Charley. "I wish Martin along with this legal business me. As far as I can got a mite of interest." "Not a particle," "Mr. Will Thane is entire possession of ranch. I have recieved my interest and M look at this—" Ruth check in two pieces "Hey!" shouted O Will smiled. That Ruth's just simplify "Yeah? That's n man dubiously." "Sure" — Will p ment from his pocket do is to sign this an us for the value of in the Dead Lantern "Oh, yes." Old thought. "Now there's and Will. "Since the ra we ought to decide a half sack of rolled barley he had just brought from the barn. He would look after his horses always. With the lead rope of the pack horse in his hand, he swung himself into the eaddle. And as he mounted, his eyes came to rest on the country he was to ride. Slowly the man's eyes dropped until they rested on the trail which passed over the hill. A sudden tenseness came into his face; his lips fell to twitching and jerking without parting. With a wild insane yell he dug the spurs into his horse, dropped the lead rope of the pack animal and started toward the trail Ruth and David had taken. Before he had crossed the little gully south of the house, he pulled up his horse with a jerk; Ann stood above him on the trail, the rifle to her shoulder. "You ain't hurt them people! You got to take the other trail to Mexico." Snavely held his hands away from the guns at his hips; a mock of stony hatred settled over his face. He said nothing. "Ride down to th' barn—you kin go afterwhile. But wait at th' barn. I doan want you here where you kin talk at me." For a long moment the man looked at the woman above him; his face set, his eyes narrowed. Then he slowly reined his horse about, rode to the buckskin, and gathering up the lead rope, continued on to the barn. As soon as he was beyond the point where he would dare try to use his revolvers, Ann settled herself on a rock beside the trail, and the rifle came slowly to rest on her knees. She was trembling. Ruth had been gone half an hour. Ann decided it would be safe to let him go. Darkness was coming fast. Ann looked down at the rifle, then at the man by the trough. He would need this gun. Ann again looked at the rifle. Quickly she rose, and running with her body bent low, she reached the trail Snavely would soon pass over. She placed the rifle across the path and returned, a slow smile on her face. DOROTHY DARNIT I'll make you pay up for slappin' my brother, before this day is over. You wait and see if I don't ANAHEIM GAZETTE me—don't tell her no different—she things I was good—" Ruth was sobbing. "I won't." "Then—if you'll kinda look after Sugarfoot—where is you, Sugar?" Ruth pulled the little dog's head down to Ann's cheek. There was a moment of silence, then a faint sigh. It was just after the fall round-up. David was down by the saddle shed putting the finishing touches to a racer boasting four wire wheels. Sugarfoot lay in the warm dust at a safe distance and watched with alert eyes. A few yards from the barn, old Don Francesco and Alfredo were laying pipes across a long pit, in preparation for to-morrow's barbecue. Just beyond them, under the shade of the big mesquite, Magda sat on a rawhide-covered chair. The small bundle lying so comfortably in her arms stared with great brown eyes into the lacy foliage above. On the porch of the ranch house Ruth, Will, and Old Charley sat around a small table littered with papers. The old man laid aside his pen, scrutinized the last of three signatures on a legal document, blotted it, and removed his spectacles. "Now" — he raised his eyes to Ruth and Will — "who knows what's the next step in this business?" "I guess the money comes next," said Will. "I'll write Ruth a check and then, as far as I can see, the Dead Lantern is legally sold." Ruth nodded. "I think you'd better make out the amount in two checks; one for three-quarters and the other the stock. As it is, part of them are carrying the Dead Lantern iron and the rest have ours. We ought to have a new deal all around. Don't you think so, Dad?" "Eh? Oh, sure. Yes, everything ought to be under a new brand." Three pencils began making fanciful scrawls on as many pieces of paper. At last Ruth pushed a design to the center of the table. Wouldn't that do?" she asked. The two men regarded it for a moment. "It would," said Old Charley. "We ought to have a new deal all around. Don't you thing so Dad!" Ruth had drawn the outline of a lantern, identical with the Dead Lantern except that in the center she had placed a small half moon with down-turned horns. "It's lit," said Will. "Ruth has lighted the Dead Lantern." "She sure did," observed Old Charley, thoughtfully. He teetered back on the legs of his chair and fell to stuffing New Ruling Will Expedite Loans Farmer Must Secure Write-down of Mortgages Before Land Bank Checks Written To expedite the moving of loans on farm property and prevent the piling up of Federal Land Bank checks on closed loans pending farmers' securing a scale-down from their creditors sufficient to compose their debts completely out of federal money received, the Berkeley Federal Land Bank made a ruling which will affect 85 per cent of applicants for farm loans. Hereafter the bank's legal department must be assured by the farmer himself he has secured from his creditors a sufficient compromise on his debts to permit of the loan's refinancing them all before the check on an approved loan will be forwarded to the title company acting in behalf of the applicant. Officers of the legal department explained that hitherto great confusion had arisen and checks held in escrow for the applicants had backed up to a sum exceeding $2,000,000 partly because of difficulties attending necessary scale-down of the recipients' debts to meet the face of the federal loan. Under the prior custom, when the bank's loan committee notified the applicant his loan had been passed he was required to file with the title company a schedule showing composition of all his debts within the limits of the loan. But in numberless instances the title company, upon receipt of the bank's check for its client either had no schedule to regulate pay-off creditors or discovered some of them refused to compromise their liens for a smaller sum in cash. The new ruling affects both land bank and commissioner's loans, and joint loans of both types. A report from the Farm Credit administration in Washington says that on commissioner's loans throughout the country scrutinized the last of three signatures on a legal document, blotted it, and removed his spectacles. "Now"—he raised his eyes to Ruth and Will—"who knows what's the next step in this business?" "I guess the money comes next," said Will. "I'll write Ruth a check and then, as far as I can see, the Dead Lantern is legally sold." Ruth nodded. "I think you'd better make out the amount in two checks; one for three-quarters and the other for one-quarter. Then I'll have my share and Snavely's heir will have hers. I'm going to buy an annuity for Martha with her share; Judge Carson agreed that was the best thing I could do for my ward." Ruth smiled. "How is your ward?" asked Will. "Just fine. One of the Sisters is bringing her out for the fiesta tomorrow. Martha's a dear." "Now where are we?" asked Old Charley. "I wish Will had brought Martin along with his documents—this legal business comes too fast for me. As far as I can see, Ruth hasn't got a mite of interest left in the ranch." "Not a particle," smiled the girl. "Mr. Will Thane is at this moment in entire possession of the Dead Lantern ranch. I have received the value of my interest and Martha, hers. But look at this—" Ruth solemnly tore her check in two pieces. "Hey!" shouted Old Charley. Will smiled. That's all right, Dad. Ruth's just simplifying matters." "Yeah? That's nice," replied the old man dubiously. "Sure"— Will pulled another document from his pocket — all she has to do is sign this and she comes in with us for the value of her original interest in the Dead Lantern." "Oh, yes." Old Charley lapsed into thought. "Now there's another thing," said Will. "Since the ranches are combined we ought to decide on a brand for all around. Don't you thing so Dad!" Ruth had drawn the outline of a lantern, identical with the Dead Lantern except that in the center she had placed a small half moon with down-turned horns. "It's lit," said Will. "Ruth has lighted the Dead Lantern." "She sure did," observed Old Charley, thoughtfully. He teetered back on the legs of his chair and fell to stuffing his pipe. With only half a mind he listened to the voices of the young folk; his eyes wandered over the distant valley. The volces faded from his thoughts. After a time he awoke from his dreaming: David was plodding toward the ranch house, proudly dragging a wobbling contraption on wire wheels behind him. From the boy his eyes dropped to the bent heads of the young people: "—greatest idea in the world. Will; we can move the south pasture fence half a mile cast—" "Fine; then with the old line fence and just a bit of new fence we'll have a wonderful holding pasture." There was a shrewd light in the old man's eyes as he regarded the studious young faces. Rising, he sauntered over to meet David, the gray smoke from his pipe drifting in the air. While down in the gulch a soft Arizona breeze stirred to flute a harmony of peace and happiness in the cavern of whispering rock. THE END Crippled Children Directors To Meet The monthly meeting of the Crippled Children's Relief association board of directors will be held Friday noon at the Elks clubhouse, President E. S. Morrow of Santa Ana announced Wednesday. 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. 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