Houston home journal. (Perry, Houston County, Ga.) 1924-1994, March 02, 1939, Image 2

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Newspaper Page TextTIPS to \Tardeners iyarr"! """■ Jg*" Helping Seeds Along 'T'HE first step toward insuring germination of seeds is proper planting. In exceptionally dry weather, however, even properly planted seeds may not germinate. It is advisable in such a case to pre pare the dry soil for the seed. Wa ter freely, as though you had a crop growing. Allow the water to soak in and when the soil has good moisture content, begin your planting. You must be careful, of course, not to plant in wet, muddy soil. Excessive rainfall, on the other hand, may make the 3oil so moist as to cause rotting. If seeds hava not germinated within a reason able length of time after planting, a few of them should be dug up and examined. If rotting 1s indi cated, another planting must ba made. While few vegetable seeds re quire special treatment to assist germination, numerous flower seeds can successfully be treated, according to Harry A. Joy, flower expert. He advises as follows; Nick the seed coat of lupin, moonflower and morning glory; remove the tough outer coating of nasturtium, mo mordica, castor bean and sand verbena; soak canna lily, job’s tear and sweet pea seeds in water for 12 hours before planting. Man’s Effort Art is the effort of man to ex press the ideas which nature sug gests to him of a power above nature, whether that power be within the recesses of his own be ing, or in the Great First Cause of which nature, like himself, is but the effect.—Bulwer-Lytton. HOW TO RELIEVE COLDS Simply Follow These Easy Directions to Ease the Pain and Discomfort and Sore Throat Accompanying Colds • pain and | and reduce l| I 2 Bayer | Ink a glass | Repeat In | I 2. If throat Is raw from cold, email and dissolve 3 Bayer | jj|k j Tablets In >/s glass I ss* || of water... gargle. J - / A THE SIMPLE WAY pictured above often brings amazingly fast relief from discomfort and sore throat accompanying colds. Try it. Then see your doctor. 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Write today. BLUE RIBBON HATCHERY 215 Forsyth St, S. W, Atlanta, Oa. I Mountain man A HaeuteA. tyidUm. Serial 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 Cotter's job. hoping to avenge his murder. “Dad" Cook, forest superintendent, warns Breck that the Tlllson brothers, mountain moonshiners, are apt to give him trouble. Before leaving for his mountain station, Breck buys an outfit and decides to attend the public dance run by the Tillsons 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 Tlllson, youngest of the three Tlllson brothers. Angered by Breck’s a' ntlons to the girl, he picks a fl.lbt which en. < Indecisively when someone sets fire to the nail. Breck and his chief set out for the mountain station. Halfway, they are met b\ Sierra Slim, moss-back mountaineer who Is also In the forest service. Around the campfire that night, Breck learns from Si ena dial tracking down Jim Cotter’s mur derer must be dune cautiously and by de vious methods. Cook, Breck and Sierra con tinue their ascent of the mountains. Stop pii to rest, they sight the Tillsons, re . turning to their hideaway. Next day. Cook sends Breck and Sierra In one direction to repair the telephone line, while he takes an other Over the campfire at night Sierra tcil.s Breck more about Louise Temple. CHAPTER Vl—Continued —S— “You’d say Louy belongs here,” Sierra explained, “because you found her here. That kid’s a thor oughbred. Let me tell you. There’s been four generations of Temples grazing their stuff on Temple Mead ow. Then along came a girl and the old man tried to make her over into a boy. Didn’t work at all. Louy went to school and got ideas about paintin’ pictures and then told Tom she was clearin’ out, goin’ to the city and learn more. She did too, went plumb to New York— studyin’. 1 seen some of her pic tures and they’re pretty, sure enough. “Then two years ago her old man got throwed and is crippled for the rest of his days. Did Louy keep up her fight with him? Not any! She ain’t scrappin’ a fellow when he’s down. That’s why she’s back here, ridin’ range the way Tom has al ways wanted her to ride. But the poor kid! God, I know she’s given up everything!” Breck sat with thoughts flashing back to reconstruct their meeting at the dance. Again he heard Louise say, “I hope we Rubes haven’t dis appointed you.” Now he began to realize her meaning. He had taken too much for granted that night. “Will she be up here?” he asked. “Yep; with the drive on the fif teenth.” Sierra’s gaze speculated upon him for some time. Suddenly he said, “You know, you ought to marry that girl! Yes sir, you two would mate right well.” Breck laughed. Sierra’s putting it like that gave him a queer start. He shrugged to pass off the feeling. “What about Art Tillson, Slim?” “That’s a fact. She favors him some.” “Can you tell me why?” “God knows. Unless she thinks she can help him. Art’s in the wrong corral.” From what Breck had seen he considered young Tillson the same sort as his two brothers. He said •o. “You haven’t studied ’em enough,” Sierra asserted. “Ain’t none of them three alike. Jud, he’s a flghtin' man and don’t claim to be nothin’ else. I can’t help but admire that sort. Hep, he’s the skunk. Sneakin’, low-down in every way. Art’s just a kid, and if he had a chance he’d make a good straight cowman. He don’t know it himself. Right now he struts around and feels important as part of the Till son gang, but there's something un der all that. Look at his eyes, close, next time you come together.” For an hour Breck lay back on his saddle, while Sierra Slim, talk ing on, looked deep into the lives of mountain folk and saw there traits that they themselves might not un derstand. They reached the end of their line at Kern River, and swinging back, turned toward headquarters station byway of Sulphur Creek. Most of the return line was badly down, delaying them past the allot ed week. It was the twelfth of June when they rode into headquarters. “Breck,” Cook said over the table that night, “you can figure on mov ing to Rock House day after tomor row. That’s the fourteenth, just one night ahead of the cattle drive. Si erra stays on patrol here. Tomor row the Kern Peak lockout will be coming in. You and Slim will pack him to the top.” It was a lean-bodied man with iron gray hair that rode into head quarters the next morning astride a government mule and leading two packs. “Hello, Donny!” Cook hailed him, then introduced him to Breck. “This is Donaldson, the man who spots fires for you to fight. You’ll cuss him out plenty before the season ends!” Donaldson swung from his mule. Breck looked into eyes as cold and keen as steel bullet points. The man had a hermit’s brown expres sionless face, and his voice was thin from long disuse. “Howdy,” was his only remark. He prospected on the desert. Cook had explained, spending the winter there alone, and each summer came onto this even more lonely lookout post. CHAPTER VII There had been some thunder dur ing the night, and as Breck threw back his tarp at dawn, a storm threatened south over the country into which he was to move. A cloud curled through the morning sky like a black fist with forearm resting on the eastern summit. It expanded quickly. Pink flashes played on the upper side. By the time he had wrangled up his animals and was ready to pack, that one cloud cov ered the whole range. “Sharpen u? your axes and in spect your tools first thing,” Cook advised him. “There’s fire up yon der, though this is pretty early for lightning to strike us.” Breck’s start was later than he had hoped. Ascent was slow. At noon he ate in his saddle, pushed on until he crossed the divide, and about three o’clock halted to scan the new country. It was not an inviting area. From this view it was apparently impass able, except afoot, where a man must go over the cliffs on ropes and trust to luck. Yet the Tillsons used it, and they were not walking men. Breck unfolded his contour map, They reached the end of their line at Kern River. reading the lines that denoted the meadows and canyons. At Sulphur Creek was a blank patch marked ‘‘Unsurveyed.” He thrust the map impatiently into his pocket. Time was too short to day for a ride very far down, but then, gauging with his eyes, he picked up a transverse ridge that left the bank of Sulphur Canyon a short distance below its head, and turning south dropped toward Rock House. It looked like an easy route. He could explore a little of the coun try down there, then follow the ridge back to his main trail. Goof objected. Breck took a loop of the lead rope around his saddle horn and snaked him. Soon they were sliding from the summit on a long swale of* loose rock. Upon reaching the canyon he entered abruptly into twilight. Presently he came to a small, yellow-crusted pool. A little further on a waterfall blocked the canyon bottom, forcing him to dismount and lead his train to the next level. When he mounted again. Goof suddenly threw up his head and faced the opposite bank, ears pointing. Breck let himself back to the ground. He stood tense, watching across the hollow of his saddle. Nothing showed in the pines. Only a far off roar broke the silence. It sound ed like another waterfall, yet it grew louder, approaching from above. Abruptly a new note joined in; a wail that rose and diminished. Black clouds resting on the canyon top began to flow like a river down between the walls. The roar in creased, though muffled still, as if all the winds of the heavens were penned behind great doors that were about to be swung wide. Again Breck raised himself to his stirrup. The sharp crack that sound ed instantly might have been the first charge of thunder, save for the whine past his head. He dodged. The lead rope burned through his hand as Goof reared. Custer lunged with him. They broke away togeth er, bucking at their packs as they raced down the canyon. Kit showed his mountain breeding. He lowered his head and stood mo tionless as Breck leveled his gun over the saddle and aimed at a rock where he had caught a flash of fire. But that first shot was not repeated. Their trail was distinct for half a mile, but soon rain broke in spouts and after that he rode by chance, hoping to find his mules in a meadow or halted with lead ropes tangled in down timber. He saw nothing until, having descended to a shelf, he found a white patch cA Goof’s tarpaulin. Nearby was one small hoofprint. He followed on. Black night came before he passed a growth of year ling pine and glimpsed ahead the open space of a meadow. He dis mounted, tied Kit and continued on afoot. Where trees ended and grass began, something sharp struck his arm. He leaped back, gun drawn, then realized it was the barbed wire of a fence. That meant a pasture and perhaps a cabin. He was rain-soaked; the wind now was close to freezing. De ciding to leave his horse hidden in the trees, he moved on alone. Half an hour of feeling along the fence brought him to a corral. Beyond loomed a small log house. It was deserted; even from where he stopped he could make out the door swinging on a loose hinge. Yet he approached with gun ready and stood near the casement before peering in. When he struck a match the room showed wet and empty. In the flash of light he looked into all corners, then to the ceiling. Small logs placed across the beams formed a loft that dripped with wa ter from a poor roof. The whole place was flooded, but offered shel ter from the wind, and there was an iron stove at the further end. Suddenly he paused in his search. Something in the wind? Its moaning had changed. He stood motionless in the dark. Then the sound came again. Hoofs thumped on the sog gy earth. He judged two animals. It might be his packs coming toward the meadow. But then above the splash of rain about the cabin, he heard a man’s muttering. Instinct carried him a step closer to the door, away from the confining walls. Then he halted. The thud of approach out side was too near. Another muffled voice joined the first. Though the tones were indistinct, he could guess the owners. This was Tillson country. That shot awhile ago told plainly enough what had brought them out tonight. He glanced to the loft and reached up instantly as a dim shape moved out there in the dark. Tumult of the storm covered the noise as he sprang, caught one log, and drew himself across the others that formed a crude fldur. Face down to the cracks, he lay for a breath less moment while the thud of horses’ hoofs ended and a man came in below. Bell Presented to Illinois Church by King of France Towed Up River by Hand Closely associated with the early history of Illinois is an old church bell, cast in the year 1741. It was presented to the congregation of the Catholic church at Kaskaskia by the king of France. It required two years’ time for the bell to make the journey from France_to Illinois. It was shipped to New Orleans, and from there it was towed up the Mississippi river by manpower, the men walking along the river bank and pulling by ropes the raft con taining the bell. The historic bell, whose mellow tones were the first of the kind to be heard in the Upper Mississippi valley, weighs 650 pounds and is 22 inches high. One side is ornament ed with the royal h • s of France in relief. The other sure bears a cross and pedestal, the top and arms of the cross terminating in grouped fleur delis. The bell also carries the following inscription in French: ‘‘To the people of Illinois country for their adoration.” Since its arrival at Kaskaskia nearly two centuries ago, writes an Ava, 111., correspondent in the St. Louis Globe-Democrat, the bell has served under the flags of France, England and the United States. This one spoke abruptly. “He ain’t here yet.” Reply came in a low mutter from beyond the doorway. “We can wait. Let’s get in out of the rain.” Breck knew this last was Jud Till son. CHAPTER VIII The horses thumped on again. Presently there sounded the creak of a corral gate being opened and closed. Then both men returned to the cabin. “Hell of a night,” one began. “He ort to be here. Ain’t no--” “Shut up your grumbling and rus tle some wood!” This was Jud again. The other tramped out. Tne cabin was as quiet and dark as if deserted. Breck peered through the crack be tween loft poles, knowing he was within a yard or two of the man down there, yet could see nothing. Clumping of boots returned. Wood crashed down. Stove lids rattled. A match flared and soon after that the room was flooded in red light, for the men left a lid off and warmed their hands over the open flame. In a moment, when they took off their hats, hanging them to dry on pegs behind the stove, Breck had his first full look at Hep. His head was bent a little, but his face was clearly revealed in the firelight. Dark hair fell in strings over a flat, narrow forehead. He had the same thin features as the other brothers, yet weaker than ’'theirs, with a loose, puffed-out mouth. Both men stood through a time of silence. Hep spoke first, sullenly. “He ortn’t keep us waitin’ like this!” Jud said nothing “Maybe he ain’t goin’ to come at all,” Hep persisted. “I told him to,” Jud answered. “Yeah, but Art’s gettin’ damned independent these days. He needs a good handlin’.” “Whatever Art’s getting is none of your business,” Jud said evenly. “And if any handling is to be done, I’ll do it. See?” Hep’s gaze shifted before his brother’s. His loose lips opened, closed. He glowered as he rolled a cigarette. Rain leaked down upon Breck’s back, trickled along his sides and fell through the logs where he lay. Not much of the stove’s heat came up to him. His outstretched arms grew numb. He was certain that more than an hour passed. Jud and Hep smoked, stamped their feet, said nothing, un til abruptly Jud threw down his cig arette. “Cover the stove!” The lid slipped over the hole. In stantly the room was dark. Breck heard the men move outside and took advantage of that to shift his body. Soon a low whistle came from the distance. Jud spoke from c'ose beyond the door. “All right, Art. We’re here.” He and Hep returned, followed in a moment by the brother who pushed back the stove lid as they had done, swung the rain from his hat and hung it on a peg. “Well,” Jud asked at once, “did you?” “I stopped him—yes.” “What do you mean—‘stopped him’?” “Just What I say. I turned him from Sulphur. His packs broke loose and God knows where they led him.” “You dam’ fool!” Hep cut in. “You didn’t get him?” Breck saw Art’s young face, red above the stove, harden in scornful lines. “I ain’t shootin’ in the back,” he sneered. “Like you do!” (TO BE CONTINUED) Doubtless one of the most dramatic events associated with it occurred on the night of July 4, 1778, when Kaskaskia was captured from the British by Col. George Rogers Clark. Because of his small force, Clark i was compelled to terrorize the citi zens of Kaskaskia and they were made to believe that a horrible fate awaited them. On the following | morning a mournful farewell meet i ing was held in the church, after which several prominent numbers of the congregation called on Clark and informed him they were ready to meet their doom. The oft'cer then undeceived them by disclosing his true intentions. He also as sured them they had nothing to fear if they would support the American cause. In his memoirs Clark states that this announcement turned sor row into great joy and an elaborate celebration was held. On this oc casion the bell pealed forth “long and loud.” Has Largest Collection of Books The Congressional library at Washington, D. C., is said to have the world’s largest collection of rare and early books for children _ Angora Fills Needs In Blouse or Bolero Pattern 6285 Angora is all the rage and you, 1 too, can be right in style with the help of your knitting needles. If It’s glamor you are after, make the bolero, so lovely for evening wear at any season; use white, black or a pastel shade. 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