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(jardeners
Care in Transplanting
TPRANSPL ANTING la an impor- |
tant activity in amost every i
garden, but a gardener will save ;
time and possible disappointment |
if he knows what should and what
should not be transplanted.
The following should not be
moved: Celosia, didiscua (blue
lace flower), four o’clock, hunne
mania, and perennial sweet pea.
Because of their peculiar root
growth, these flowers are dam
aged, sometimes even killed, when
transplanted.
Flowers which may be trans
planted with little fear of damage,
as long as the moving is done
properly, include ageratum, alys
sum, snapdragon, aster, calendu
la, marigold, pansy, petunia,
pinks, salvia, scabiosa, verbena,
Canterbury bells, columbine, hol
lyhock, pyrethrum and viola.
There is a third division of flow
ers, according to Harry A. Joy,
flower expert, whose lives will not
be endangered by transplanting,
but whose growth will be stunted.
Both plant and blossoms will be
smaller but earlier. Larkspur, zin
nia, phlox, nasturtium and bache
lor button are in this group.
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from discomfort and sore throat
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tinue with the Bayer Aspirin be
cause it acts so fust to relievo dis
comforts of a cold. And to reduce
fever.
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scientific authority, has largely
supplanted the use of strong medi
cines in easing cold symptoms.
Perhaps the easiest, most effective
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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’* 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 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
* liking. Unknown to Breck, she is being
courted by Art Tillson. youngest of the three
Tillson brother*. Angered by Breck’s al
ien .ns to the girl, he picks a fight which
enci indecisively when someone sets fire to
the halL Breck and his chief set out for
the mountain station. Halfway, they are met
by Smrra Slim, moss-back mountaineer who
is also in the forest service. Around the
campfire that night, Breck learns from Si
erra that tracking down Jim Cotter's mur
derer must be done cautiously and by de
vious methods. Cook, Breck and Sierra
cont nie their ascent of the mountains.
Stopping to rest, they sight the Tillsons, re
turning In their hideaway. Next day, Cook
sends Breck and Sierra in one direction to
repair the telephone line, while he takes
another. Over the campfire at night Sierra
tells p.rcck more about Louise Temple.
"Thai kid’s a thoroughbred," he says. He
also believes that Art Tillson is not essen
tially "bad,” but Is the victim of circum
stances. Returning to Cook’s camp, Breck
is directed to go to Rock House Meadow,
his permanent base. On his way, he is
the target of a pistol shot from an unseen
assailant. The bullet misses, but his fright
ened pack animals bolt and Breck goes In
pursuit. Finding a deserted cabin, he takas
shelter from the rain. A moment later two
of the Tillson brothers arrive and Breck
hides In the cabin loft. Then Art Tillson
arrives. Breck hears the three Tillsons dis
cuss a plot against his life. Waiting his
chance, Breck surprises the brothers and
holds them at the point of his gun. Jud,
the oldest brother, offers a bribe If Bred;
will “make no trouble." Playing for time,
Breck pretends to take the offer under con
sideration. lets the men go. Breck's duty
Is to take count at the annual cattle drive
at Rock House Meadow. There he meets
Louise Temple.
CHAPTER IX—Continued
—7—
"Ranger,” Louise said, riding
close, "I don’t believe I know your
name.”
He told her.
‘‘Gordon Breck?” she repeated.
“Haven’t I heard of you before?
Let me think . . .”
Inward warning urged him to pre
vent that thought. Surely she had
known Jim Cotter; and Jim had
probably spoken his name, perhaps
mentioned their close friendship. He
did not want her to make the con
nection.
Sweeping a gloved hand toward
the river of animals, he asked,
‘‘What part of this drive is yours,
Miss Temple?”
“Louy, if you like,” she said im
personally. ”1 shan’t call you Mis
ter.” And then in the same off-hand
manner: “I am allowed six hundred
head on my permit, but I think
there are seven hundred.”
Breck turned to her with a short
laugh. Her eyes met his gravely
and he was undecided whether she
was spoofing him or not. His laugh
ter died and matching her own se
rious look, he said, “I can let you
have six hundred and twenty, no
more.”
“And what about the other
eighty?”
Breck shrugged.
*‘My, aren’t you a hard-boiled
rangerl”
“Very!” he agreed.
They had not ridden far together
when she suddenly turned in her
saddle, looking up the right canyon
bank. Breck followed her eyes. A
bunch of steers had left the main
drive and were working toward a
side coulee.
The girl cupped her hands.
"Palo!” An Indian boy started to
her. She waved him back, but he
only halted. The strays swung up
the coulee at a run. ‘‘Oh Lord!”
The blue horse sprang beneath her,
knowing his job, and raced up be
hind the cattle.
In order to circle around and get
in front of them she must jump a
narrow creek that had cut its steep
banks along the ravine bottom.
Breck watched as she dashed to the
edge. The horse refused to make
the leap there. She forced him fur
ther on and back to the bank again.
He hesitated, and in that instant of
wavering, lost his momentum. When
he sprang his rush was spent. Legs
clawed the air. His belly struck
the opposite rim. He reared, hind
feet in the stream, forefeet pawing
at the bank top for one tense sec
ond; then he became overbalanced
and fell.
It all happened in a moment.
Breck dropped his pack line and
wheeled Kit toward the coulee. He
saw Louise slip from the saddle and
hurl herself across the water. The
falling horse missed her.
Breck’s breath escaped in a
thankful gasp. Then his eye caught
a black shape racing through the
pines along the canyon bank. The
Indian boy had sent his dog; was
yelling at him now to come back,
but too late. The black beast cir
cled the herd, turned them, sent
them down as he sprang in with
jaws snapping at the laggards.
Breck was not conscious of gaug
ing distance. He only knew that the
first of the steers was still above
Louise. He lashed his horse toward
her, saw there was no time to help
her mount, and swung to the ground.
The red flood was not fifty yards
»way. It came in a wedge, a huge
I white-faced animal in the lead. That
was his target. He fired twice, wait
ed, fired again when the steer tried
to rise.
Others behind that one swerved,
yet only for a few steps. Kit danced
from the oncoming lines and snort
ed at the carcass in front of him.
With one arm Breck held the girl
between his body and the horse’s
flank, and as the herd poured about
him, sought to shield her from their
crush. The first passed; hoofs
pounded beside his feet, shaggy
coats brushed him, horns grazed
within a hand’s breadth of his back.
Then came one brute that would not
give over.
His low, broad shoulder charged
into Kit’s, swung out a little from
the impact, then raked full length
of the horse. Breck pushed out
against it. The shoulder-bone missed
him, but he caught the whole force
of the puffed barrel. His arms yield
ed. He was crushing the girl. For
an instant it seemed they were be
ing mashed together. The steer
rushed on.
One word came with his regained
breath. ‘‘Louise?”
She lifted her head but was
speechless. The pallor of her face
filled him with sudden fear. He put
her upon Kit, mounted the saddle
himself and shifted her into his
For an instant it seemed they were being mashed together.
arms. Gently he ran his fingers
down her side.
“Nothing broken,” she whispered.
“But I’m—l’m pretty sick.” She re
laxed and lay back against him.
Before he had reached the drive,
another rider raced up, reining his
horse in suddenly. “What’s hap
pened here?” he demanded. “Louy,
are you hurt?”
Breck looked over the top of the
girl’s head into Art Tillson’s arro
gant eyes. “She’s had a little trou
ble. I'm taking her to Rock House.”
“The hell you are! If she’s hurt
I’ll go back with her to Temple’s
camp.”
Breck rode on. “I don’t think
it’s that serious. Anyway, my sta
tion is closer.”
Art drew in his horse and let
himself over into one stirrup until
he was near Breck. His mouth tight
ened with swift rage. “I’ll . .
“Save it!” Breck cut in. “This is
no time for a row!”
Half a dozen other men rode up.
He repeated the same thing to them.
“Not badly hurt. I’m taking her to
Rock House.”
An hour later he passed the nar
row entrance to Rock House Mead
ow and abruptly the wide bowl
spread before him. Emerald green
grass sloped up to the dark pine
rim, and at the western edge stood
the cabin. His cabin! Not one of
cold rock, but of warm, weathered
logs; small, certainly, yet snug,
compact, a home for a man.
Often in days past Breck had
thought of it, had anticipated mov
ing to a station of his own. But nev
er had he pictured himself riding
to the door with a girl held in his
arms!
CHAPTER X
Breck entered the one room,
spread a canvas on the boxed pine
needle bunk, and placed Louise
there.
“Keep quiet for a while,” he ad
vised her. “You were pretty badly
jolted in your fall, and then that
steer—they look like balloons, but
Lord they’re hard!”
After building a fire in the small
iron stove in one corner, he brought
water from the stream, then left
her and went out to take off his
packs. When he returned, bringing
tea and canned soup for a quick
meal, he discovered that even a
mountain girl is forever feminine.
She was propped up against the
end logs trying to fix her hair. It
was cut almost to a man’s short
ness, lying close to her small head,
and to Breck’s eye needed no adjust
ing.
A little later, though, he was
aware that some magic transfor
mation had truly taken place. Per
haps it was the way she had brushed
the dark waves from her forehead,
bringing out a finely modeled profile
with something aristocratic in its
clean lines. Or perhaps it was a
sudden realization within himself.
They were so alone here in the
cabin. She thought nothing of it,
apparently. But he did, and was a
little disturbed, then shamed, that
he could not feel equally as casual.
To hide it, he worked hard at boil
ing tea water and warming tomato
soup; even made toast, holding
slices of bread over the fire.
With things ready he moved a ta
ble to the bunk and put his chair
opposite Louise. She remained si
lent for a time, until he wondered
if the accident had hurt her more
than she admitted.
‘‘How do you feel now?” he asked.
She smiled across her tin cup.
“Very much a lady. It has been a
long time since anyone served me
afternoon tea!”
Breck waited. To hear a girl’s
voice was a pleasant treat. He
groped for something of mutual in
terest to lead her on. “I’m sorry I
had to shoot that steer.”
Louise shrugged. ‘‘Nothing lost.
We’ll need meat for the boys to
night. One steer won’t go far with
thirty cowhands."
She gave the information without
interest. Breck tried again. ‘‘How
long have you been in this ranch
country?”
‘‘Born here. And that was a long
time ago—ages. But we don’t have
to talk ranches, nor cows, nor how
much it is going to rain this sum
mer. Unless you really want to.”
Breck laughed. ‘‘What then?”
“Anything!” Louise spread her
hands in a little gesture almost of
despair. "Anything but me. This
toast for example. I didn’t know a
man could make it less than an inch
thick. Where did you learn?”
Sierra Slim had said this girl once
studied painting, “As far back as
New York City.” Breck deliberately
gave the name of a Village club
where you may fix your own dishes.
It was a gathering place for stu
dent artists. He had often gone
there with friends.
Coffee Was Long Under Ban as Evil
And Intoxicating; Was Called ‘Cawaah
The world does move, as proved
by the historical fact that once it
was necessary to bootleg coffee, no
tably in Mahometan countries, be
cause it was classified as an intoxi
cant and banned by reUgious regu
lation. The advent of the coffee
house, or cafe, centers of political,
artistic and social life in many a
country of the Western world,
marked the triumph of science be
cause it had been discovered that
coffee was only a mild stimulant,
and there is a world of difference
between a stimulant and an intoxi
cant, writes Jessie Marie Deßoth
in the Boston Globe.
Coffee was not even known to be
edible or potable before the Ninth
century of the Christian era, and
it was not until the middle of the
Sixteenth century that the ban
against it was permanently re
moved everywhere in the world.
Originally called “cawaah,” in its
Oriental spelling, coffee came by
way of Europe into the Baltic sea
area, thence into Holland and Eng
land, and thence to North Ameri
ca. The Western world dominates
the coffee trade and ranks high in
coffee use.
“The Old Soak’s Cellar.”
Louise lifted her eyes, color flowed
into her cheeks, but she said noth
ing and turned from him to stare
out of the window.
It faced west, down a stringer ol
open meadow, and framed, many
miles across the range, the triple
peaks of the Kaweahs. Mist of the
canyons caught each shade of sun
set; violet deepening into vibrant
red, the Kaweah tops themselves
rising golden against an opal sky.
The picture was paintable and
Breck said so. Louise faced him
sharply, her lips parted in a breath
less question. “You don’t—don’t
paint?” „
“No. Sometimes I wish I did. 1
certainly would paint this range.
Why is it so many artists study the
coast? It is beautiful, but so much
the same—always blue water, brown
rocks, fans of white surf. But this,
out there—look at it!”
She shook her head. “I can’t.”
Breck averted his eyes from hers,
aware that he had probed something
deep and painful. He would have
turned their talk from pictures, but
her own words rushed to him.
“You may think I’m silly! But
you’ve just expressed what I have
always wanted to do. Paint the
High Sierras! And your talk of the
Old Soak’s Cellar. Don’t I know it
—where you bring your own bread
and butter and fry things, and if you
haven’t a quarter for the gas meter,
there’s Jimmy Valentine himself to
show you how to work a slug.
Bleecker Street with its Italian push
carts! And a bus-top ride up Fifth
Avenue for ten cents! And even
Greenwich Village!
“I know you’re wondering how 1
can fall for its sham. They work
so hard at being a sham—that’s
why. I admire hard work. And
some of them paint. I tried to and
had to give it up. Out here I whirl
a lass-rope and wear chaps, but I’ve
got an old orange smock down at
the ranch—” Louise broke off, and
stared at Breck through the dusk
that almost hid her face.
“I think I understand,” he said
quietly. “You have an old smock
some day you’ll go back to it.”
“Do you think so? Do you? Oh, if
I could believe that!”
With sudden impulse Breck leaned
across the table to her. “You must
believe it, Louise.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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method of brewing, for just a few
cents a pound, it seems hard to real
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England first had it, coffee cost $2O
a pound. Naturally it was not then
a household beverage, and many
are the stories written around the
me*»«ings of the bigwigs, intelligent
sia and better financed leaders of
the day who gathered in the public
coffee houses to discuss the prob
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Most coffee sold is blended from
a number of different kinds of
beans, each with a character of its
own. What you like depends upon
your personal preference for certain
of these characteristics, and there
is everything available from the
light, mild blend to the heavy,
mouth-filling flavor that seems to
fill the house with its tantalizing
odor.
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uuly, now the seventh month of the
year, was the fifth month during the
Roman empire. The month was
named in honor of Julius Caesar
who was born in it.
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