Houston home journal. (Perry, Houston County, Ga.) 1924-1994, February 23, 1939, Image 6

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Newspaper Page TextTufted Tassels for That Colorful Accent By RUTH WYETH SPEARS “]SeAR MRS. SPEARS: I am a bride of six months and your Book I—SEWING for the Home Decorator has certainly been a life saver for me. I have turned to it for help when making things for every room in our little house. The guest room is next. I would like to use yellow to bright en it up. What color could be combined with this? My smart ef fects must be accomplished with ■ !-■* -» * ■ A /). GINGHAM WSTS - FOB CURTAINS rr AND RUFFLE USE a box fob - me SEAT-PAD TOP / (.Ul-V _ WITH COTTON m\ . L .1 L )»ANO COVER WITH iJ J.[ VUT GIN6HAM I spare minutes rather than expen sive materials, so I would appre ciate a helpful hint along this line.—M. S.” If you really want to make that yellow guest room smart, use touches of brown to add charac ter. I have sketched ftn idea for you here. Mark your material with little dashes about six inches apart and then make the tassels as shown. For the bedspread, re verse the color scheme, using yel low tassels on brown material. Several rows of the tassels may make a border for spread or cur tains instead of an all-over design if desired. Now is the time for all of us to give our houses a fresh start. Crisp new curtains; a bright slip cover; new lampshades; or an ot toman will do the trick. Make these things yourself. Mrs. Spears’ Book I—SEWING, for the Home Decorator, shows you how with step-by-step, easy to follow sketches. Book 2, Gifts, Novelties and Embroidery, will give you a new interest. It contains com plete directions for making many useful things. Books are 25 cents each. If you order both books, a crazypatch quilt leaflet is included FREE; it illustrates 36 authentic embroidery stitches in detail. Ad dress Mrs. Spears, 210 S. Des plaincs St., Chicago, 111. A Three Days’ Cough Is Your Danger Signal No matter how many medicines you have tried for your common cough, chest cold, or bronchial Irri tation, you may get relief now with Creomulslon. Serious trouble may be brewing and you cannot afford to take a chance with any remedy less potent than Creomulslon, which goes right to the seat of the trouble and aids nature to soothe and heal the Inflamed mucous membranes and to loosen and expel germ laden phlegm. Even if other remedies have failed, don’t be discouraged, try Creomul 6lon. Your druggist is authorized to refund your money if you are not thoroughly satisfied with the bene fits obtained. Creomulslon is one word, ask for it plainly, see that the name on the bottle is Creomulslon, and you'll get the genuine product and the relief you want. (Adv.) 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They are apt to become over-taxed and fail to filter excess acid and other impurities from the life-giving blood. You msy suiter nagging backache, headache, dixxinpss, getting up nights, leg pains, swelling—feel constantly tired, nervous, all worn out. Other signs of kidney or bladder disorder may be burning, scanty or too frequent urination. Use Doan’s Pith. Doan'i help the kidney* to get rid of excess poisonous body waste. They are antiseptic to the urinary tract sqd tend to relieve irrita tion and the pain ft cause*. Many grate ful people recommend Doan’s. They have had more than forty years of public approval. Ask your neighborl \ I _________ ■—m—mmmmmmm ______ m—m—mm^—mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm—mmmm—mmm—mmmmmamm—mmmm~mmmm—mm—mm—mmam—mmmm—mmmm—aU*>*mmm—n Mountain man i ‘ i * I A fccauteA. tyiciian. S&ual ... By HAROLD CHANNING WIRE SYNOPSIS Jim Cotter, forest ranger, had been mys teriously killed in the pursuit of his duties. Gordon Breck, his best friend, takes over Colter’* Job, hoping to avenge his murder. ’’Dad’’ Cook, forest superintendent, warns Breck that the Tillson brothers, mountain moonshiners, are apt to give him trouble. Before leaving for his mountain station, Breck buy* an outfit and decides to attend the public dance run by the Tlllsons in Lone Tree. At the dance Breck dances with Louise Temple, pretty ’’cowgirl’’ for whom he takes a liking. Unknown to Breck, she is being courted by Art Tillson, youngest of the three Tillson brothers. Angered by Breck’s attentions to the girl, he picks a fight which ends Indecisively when someone sets fire to the hall. Breck and his chief set out for the mountain station. CHAPTER IV—Continued For an hour Cook and Breck rode up a long gradual slope that shelved out from the wall of the Sierras, The town of Lone Tree dropped be hind them and then was lost in the desert sink. Toward noon they had climbed the desert shelf and were near the road’s end, where Breck saw some sort of camp along a willow creek, A corral enclosed one end of a box canyon further on, and from this rose a cloud of dust. He glimpsed a herd of animals racing before a lone horseman, then caught a deep voice, slow and good-natured in spite of the curses it uttered. “That’s Sierra Slim,” Cook ex plained, “one of my forest guards. Must have seen us coming and has wrangled up the pack train. You’ll meet a real moss-back mountaineer in Sierra. He’s going to be your partner until you’re well broke in.” They stopped their truck under the trees, climbed out, and a mo ment later Breck watched a lank, loose-jointed figure amble down from the corrals. He wore a black Stetson of the cow country, limp brimmed, with its high crown knocked into a peak. The rest of his costume was equally haphaz ard; flannel shirt with bright red and black checks, gray jeans, shoes with golf soles. “Slim,” said Cook, “this is Breck. He’s going up with us to take over Rock House station.” “Glad to know you,” he declared perfunctorily. “Coin’ to take Cot ter’s place, eh? Well, for me now, I can’t see myself doin’ it. Under stand, I ain’t exactly sayin’ I wouldn’t. And again, that don’t mean I would!” Glancing beyond Sierra Slim, Breck caught a twinkle in Dad Cook’s eyes. A little later when Si erra had wandered off, saying he would rustle some grub, Cook laughed. “Slim’s meaning is hard to get at sometimes, but don’t let that bother you. He isn’t half as confused as he makes out.” After noon chuck they all turned to the job of packing for an early start tomorrow. Everything had to be stowed in the leather kyaks, that, two for each mule, must be nicely balanced in weight. Breck had once gone through the experience of hav ing a load kicked to pieces when it turned under his mule’s belly, so calculated his outfit carefully now. “Of course,” Cook said, grinning as he stood up from a pile of tele phone insulators, “you can hang a rock on one side or the other to even it up. I’ve seen that done!” Breck left his work for a time and surveyed the equipment at Cook’s feet. “Seems to me,” he ob served, “that most of your load has to do with telephones.” “It has. That will be your first job—two hundred miles of line and most of it torn down by fallen trees or snowed under. Like that every spring. You wait, son! Two weeks of climbing those giant fir will tell what you’re made of.” Just before evening Sierra Slim dragged a dozen pack saddles from under a tarpaulin, inspected them, then uncovered more riding gear. By sundown they had twenty-four kyaks filled and standing two by two under the trees. Pack saddles rest ed in a row on a log, lead ropes coiled nearby. Each man’s riding gear lay close to the spot where he had unrolled his bed. It was the camp of a pack train ready to hit the trail at dawn. A cool wind from over the moun tains forced down the desert heat. Cook built a campfire, and in the hour before turning in all three sat with the red glow upon their faces; their shadows flickering off to min gle with the canyon blackness. The time had come for pipes, and far-off thoughts, and words slowly spoken. Talk drifted inevitably to the Till sons. Cook made a remark. Sierra Slim delivered his non-committal speech. But he remained silent him self, thinking of his purpose in com ing to these mountains. “I did imagine my business would be a simple matter,” he confessed at last. “Just find out who killed Cotter and then—” He paused, brushing his hand through the fire light. “ —wipe him out. But this isn’t that kind of war.” “You don’t know your man," Cook affirmed, “and until we learn more you had better not do any advertis ing. So far I’ve passed Cotter’s death as an accident. Shot by deer hunters.’ *T know,” said Breck, remember ing his slip before the grocer in Lone Tree. “I’m wise,” he added. “Now I see it this way; I’ll have to force an issue with the Tillsons in line with my job, and settle for Cot ter when I settle that.” Cook nodded. “You’re beginning to open your .eyes, son.” “I ain’t” Sierra muttered, rising, “I’m shuttin’ ’em tight. And don’t you all disturb my beauty sleep!” CHAPTER V “Roll out, Ranger!” Words roaring through a heavy sleep. Smells of bacon and coffee mingled with smoke. Breck opened his eyes. It was still dark. Rising upon one elbow, he saw Dad Cook holding a pot over the fire. The old man jerked his head sharply. “Up and at it!” Breck obeyed. This was business. As he started down to the creek he heard a rush of animals in the cor ral, the sudden squeal of horses, then Sierra Slim’s gentle cursing. A wash in water that was only a few miles from snow aroused him thor oughly and brought a wolfish appe tite. Cook and Sierra were already eating when he returned to camp. He squatted down beside them. Fried meat, fried potatoes, thick slices of bread, and coffee of the — n ■ ■ ■ 11 The time bad come for pipes. sort that carries authority for the rest of the day. Dawn was in the canyon as they finished. “Now boys,” said Cook, “let’s get along. No telling how much snow we’ll have to buck on top and I want to make the station before dark.” He pointed to a line of animals that Sierra had brought to the tie rack. “Breck, those horses on the end are yours. The gray is Custer; the black’s Kit. Better saddle Kit. We’ll cinch a load of nails on Cus and let him take a fling at that if he feels ornery. Yonder’s a mule— God knows he’s a mistake, but you fall heir to him. His name is Goof.” For proof he gave the switch tail a yank that ought to have pulled the thing from its socket. Breck went on to his horses, sad dling first the black, a truly beauti ful animal, tall and spare-bodied, legs not too slender for mountain work, and a sensitive, intelligent face. The gray was old and showed a disposition that had been ruined in his first handling. Upon him he lashed the two pouches full of nails and let him have his morning buck. He loaded Goof more carefully. First the kyaks, hooked on the pack saddle forks and hanging down, one on either side, then his bedding, dou bled and laid crosswise, and over all a waterproof tarpaulin. Morning in the High Sierras! Dew along the stream bottom and the sharp tang of sage. Creaking of leather and jingle of spurs. The muffled pad of mules, broken by the ring of their shoes on rock. The sigh of wind in pines further up. And then the red sun bursting like a prairie fire over distant desert hills. The trail climbed rapidly. Soon the desert had fallen into a deep sink where floes of salt on a dead lake reflected the changing colors of sun rise. Up and up!.At times the train was like a line of ants clinging to the sheer granite face. Again, si washing, Breck looked down at the string doubled four times upon it self. At eleven o’clock they reached the first summit, and through Farewell Gap he gazed back for his last view of that land so far down. When he turned w'est again a cold breeze blew on his face, fresh from snow fields that glittered in the sun. Now as far as he could see lay a country of pine ridges and barren rock peaks interlaced through meadows of bril liant green. Here was the roof of the High Sierras, Noon passed; and then one o’clock before Cook halted the train for half an hour’s rest. Breck dismpunted, stiff in the legs and glad to walk. Sierra Slim boiled a gallon pot of water and threw in a fistful of tea. That, with whatever food each man had cared to put in his saddle bags, was lunch. It was while they squatted near the fire, warming their hands and eating, that Breck heard a clatter of hoofs somewhere below. He looked down into a narrow canyon that cut the mountains to the south of Farewell Gap. A second trail led up there and presently two horse men appeared on it. He waited un til they crossed a treeless area be fore shifting his scrutiny from them and back to Cook and Slim. They too were watching. Another rider came some distance behind the first two, as if a rear guard for them; all three passed up the canyon, unencumbered by pack animals. With them was a gray, wolf-like dog. They were half a mile distant, yet their tall figures and their alert seat gave identity. Coming onto a shelf they put their horses in a jog trot and vanished at a point where the two trails joined. “That,” said Sierra Slim, “ain’t noways hard to read!” “They might be riding in to es tablish their cow-camp,” Cook of- fered, though without a tone of be lief. “Ah sure,” Sierra scoffed. “And they might be in to see how the trout is bitin’! There’s just three trails into these parts. We’ve got the North. Them Tillsons have come up the Quakin’ Asp, seein’ no one else is ahead of ’em. And what will you bet that their rot-gut ma chinery hasn’t used the South Sum mit, probably last night?” Cook nodded, but said nothing. Breck stared at the spot where the three brothers had vanished. In a minute Sierra stood up, stretched his lank frame and let it settle again. “Ah shucks!” he said dismally. “I’m agoin’ to quit this forest service. Things is startin’ to pop too early!” Through the afternoon they fought snow drifts over the roof, crossed wind-swept ridges, plunged into swollen streams of ice water. Mules lagged. Men hunched in their sad dles. But when, an hour before sun down, a green, fenced meadow came into sight, mules picked up their pace; men straightened. Humans Have Same Homing Instincts As the Pigeon, an Authority Asserts Man, who marvels at the manner in which, homing pigeons wing their unerring way hundreds of miles to their own lofts, has the same hom ing instinct as the pigeon and doesn’t know it. It lies latent in many of us, and only needs prac tice to develop, declares Noel Mac beth, of Chelmsford, Essex, says Pearson’s London Weekly. The instinct arises from “terres trial magnetism,” linked up with the water diviner’s power of detect ing water beneath the ground. Ac cording to - Macbeth this -power - is far more common than is generally supposed. Approximately four men out of ten and six women out of ten have it. Macbeth’s theory is that every object not radio-active has a wave field, and by holding something in one’s hand with the corresponding wave-field one can detect that ob ject. For instance, with a hazel rod, which has a corresponding wave field to water, one can detect wa ter. An authority under whom Mac beth studied in France, by using a bird’s feather as a divining rod, From the rear of the train Sierra yelled, “Fish!” Cook chuckled. “New hand catches trout for supper,” he ex plained. “So grab a line first thing, Breck, and get us a mess.” CHAPTER VI Again that call bursting through the dawn: “Rollout, Ranger!” Breck threw back the hood of his tarp and looked up. Overhead, pine branches waved against a sky that still held a few stars. At his right Dad Cook was crawling from his own cocoon-like bed, while to the left Sierra Slim had dressed as far as trousers, and now sat morose and silent, staring at the ground. Breakfast was a wordless meal. But as Sierra finished his third cup of coffee, he shoved back his bench and at once resumed his good na ture. “Well chief,” he asked, “where do we head first?” Cook rose and gathered the dishes into a pan with one sweep of his arm. “You and Breck,” he said, “will take the Little Whitney and Kern River line going out. Then come back by Sulphur Canyon. Un less the wire is all down you ought to be here again in a week. I’ll go south to Temple Meadow.” He turned gravely to Breck. “If you live through a week of Slim’s dutch-oven bread you’ve got a tin gizzard!” Gruelling work filled the days that followed, yet for Breck they were strangely satisfying. Work oriented his life. It was like the magnetic pole that holds a compass needle steady. Work went on. From headquar ters station he and Sierra followed a single strand of wire hung from tree trunks, part of two hundred miles that radiated like a spider’s web over the mountain range. It knew no trail, but climbed walls and plunged across canyons in its direct course from point to point. As days passed with long hours of work and hardship mutually shared, Breck felt a bond growing between himself and Sierra. Over the night’s campfire, with the mountain silence about them and only their own thoughts to break it, their compan ionship strengthened into confi dences, and their separate natures began to unfold. In these hours men are apt to bare their best and their worst, and show traits that would have remained hidden during years of acquaintance in the cities below. Talk drifted to Lone Tree, and men, and girls. “Slim,” Breck asked. “Why haven’t you ever mar ried?” Sierra screwed his mouth side wise. “Ah shucks! What’d I do with a woman? How could I pack h»r around these sand hills? Besides, I never seen any in my life that I’d trade a mule for, except one. And she wouldn’t want my kind. Fact, is I wouldn’t try to make her want me.” He looked up from a dose sur vey of the coals. “Maybe you seen her at the dance. I wasn’t there myself. Old man Temple’s kid.” The name jolted Breck from quiet musing. “Louise?” “Yeah. Louy. There’s a girl!” Sierra rolled another smoke. “Most of the cowhands hereabouts is spreadin’ their ropes for her,’’ he went on. “The dam’ fools! Trying to tie her in some shanty cookin’ their greasy grub!” “I saw her in Lpne Tree,” Breck admitted. “Doesn’t she belong in the cow-country?” Sierra nodded. “You’d say so, sure you would!” Breck laughed, recognizing the re buke. (TO BE CONTINUED) can detect game from a greater distance than can gun-dogs. The same principle applies to pig eons. They become impregnated with the “magnetic smell” of their loft and, as they circle in the air, they feel the magnetic pull in one direction and fly that way. This sense of direction, due to magnetic pull, was widely held by the ancients, Macbeth says We have lost it today through lack of use. There are still aborigines, how ever, who can tell where the south lies by instinct, and a few Euro peans can find north without a com pass. Word ‘Bank’ From Italy We get the word “bank” from Italy, where the word “banco” was used to denote a tradesman’s coun ter, and so to a money-changer’s bench or table. From this it is be lieved we also got “bankrupt.” When a money-lender was unable to carry on his business his bench was broken up, and he himself was spoken of as a “bancorotta,” which came into our language as “bank rupt.” FRUIT TREES PEACH TREES to Commercial Planters We grow a general line of Nursery Stock' Peach 12-18" $25.00. 18-24" $30.00. 2-3* $40.00 and 3-4' $40.00 per M. LAFAT. ETTE NURSERIES, LAFATETTE, QA. Use Gay Scraps to Make Applique Quilt Pattern 1721 Color for your bedroom! 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