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By HAROLD CHANNING WIRE
CHAPTER XV—Continued
— l4
Louise and Breck finished roast
beef from the can, had chocolate
bar* for dessert, then cups of
coffee. Beyond their shelter the rain
fell with soft rustling through the
pines, then drifted on. Clouds part
ed and stars came out. Breck looked
at his watch. Two o’clock. Dawn
would break in another hour. He
must leave her then and go down to
the Potholes.
“When did Cook call your camp?”
he asked, leading their talk to the
□esters.
“About the middle of the after
noon. He and Slim were to start,
but they would be a day on the
trail.”
“I hope Kern Peak can head them
off, now that it’s over,” Breck con
tinued. “Didn’t Cook think I had
help from the Potholers?”
“He didn’t say.” Louise stirred
up the fire and hunched herself clos
er to it.
Breck pushed their plates from
the bedroll and sat next to her.
“Louise,” he asked, “can you tell
me what I’m thinking about now?”
Her lips began a smile, parted,
closed. Then she answered with a
slow shake of her head.
“Well, I’m thinking of the Pot
holes, and of what kept the nesters
from coming into this fire. It will
be daybreak in another hour and I
must go down there. You’re going
back to Temple Meadow, I suppose?
Will you try to get Cook on the line
and let him know about this fire?
Tell him I’ll call later.”
She avoided his request. “Why
■re you going to the Potholes?”
“I’m afraid that’s asking my busi
ness, isn’t it?”
“Yes. I meant it that way. But
I’m sorry; my mistake. I somehow
thought we had reached a point
where we could talk openly.”
Breck dropped his hand upon both
of hers, resting in her lap. “I was
short, Louise. Forgive it. I’m go
ing to the Potholes to prove a sus
picion.”
Stitywith her eyes upon the coals,
she asked, “You think the nesters
started this fire?”
“I’m not certain. 1 do know some
one drove them from helping on It."
“The Tillsons?”
Breck nodded.
Louise turned to him. "I can
tell you about this fire, exactly.
Lightning started it.”
“Of course. Lightning always
■tarts them!”
“It’s true tills time.”
“You seem to know. How?”
Louise hesitated. She released
her hands. “We’re talking openly?
No mistakes. No misunderstanding,
is that right?”
“Yes.”
“Well, Art Tillson came to our
camp, day before yesterday. That
was before the fire started. He
stayed all night—the night it start
ed, and I talked with him. Now do
you see?”
“Too much!” Breck bit off the
words, striving to conceal a flare of
temper. He was jealous, foolish,
yet helpless to stem the burst of
feeling the name had aroused,
“What if they didn’t start the
fire?” he demanded. “The Tillsons
are holding a threat over the nest
ers. It’s time for a cleaning and the
trail starts down there I"
Louise did not speak. He sensed
a swift tension of her body, though
the only visible sign was of her
fingers clasped tight about one knee.
Suddenly she lifted her face to
him. “Gordon Breck, I know the
Vules. A girl should never plead with
a man. I’m not pleading, I merely
ask. Promise me you will not go
there now.”
She was so close at his side. He
felt her quick breath and knew she
spoke in desperation. And yet—
“ You ask me to ignore a ranger's
duty?”
■ A note of defiance came into her
voice as she replied. "What is a
ranger's duty if it isn’t to use his
head! You have nothing on the nest
ers—you can get nothing. That isn’t
the place to begin. You'll think I’m
begging for them. I guess I am.
I know some of the families, the
women, and I don’t want to see
them driven out. Give me a chance
with them, won’t you?”
“A chance for what?”
“To talk with Weller sometime.”
“I’ve talked with him already. It’s
useless. I’m through with words!”
“Oh, you men arb stupid!” she
flared. “Stupid! All you think of is
strapping on a gun and going out to
shoot. Is there never another way
to settle?”
• “Not this,” Breck asserted. “At
least not for me. I have more
than a ranger’s duty here.”
“How have you?”
“Did you know the man who had
this job before me?”
i “Jimmy Cotter? Yes, I knew him
well. He was killed and you’ve
come to retaliate.”
Breck frowned, asking, “Who said
•o?”
“No one said it. But you’re wear
ing his Luger. I knew that meant
some connection.”
Surprised, Breck said nothing.
“You see,” Louise continued, “I
understand many things in these
mountains —too many. I understand
the nesters’ position, and Art Till
son’s, and yours.”
In sudden impulse, her hand
clasped his, warm, throbbing.
“Gordon! Don’t you see? Cotter
lost his life and gained nothing;
threw it away on a chance. It’s
terrible, all of it. Something will
happen, I know. But you, you must
not be the one to pay heedlessly.
Won’t you consider it like that for
your own sake?”
Swept by the girl’s fervor Breck
drew her madly into the circle of
his arms. “And for yours?” he
asked, holding her close. “Louise!”
She yielded only for an instant as
he kissed her. Then she held her
face away while her eyes searched
deep into his. “I cannot answer
With the dawn they rode north together.
you, not now. But I want your
trust. Promise me that?”
He nodded, bending his head until
it touched the sdftness of her hair.
With the dawn they rode north
together, and parted on the ridge
where Break’s trail struck west to
ward Rock House.
CHAPTER XVI
There were others already at his
cabin, when, about mid-morning, he
came into the meadow bowl. He
saw smoke rising from the chimney,
and then with glasses, made out
Sierra Slim in the doorway. Pres
ently Cook appeared. They too stood
with glasses at their eyes. Breck
lifted one arm to them and rode on
at a lope.
“Howdy, pardner,” Slim greeted
him.
Cook’s first question was, "Like
fire fighting, son?”
Breck swung off and shook hands,
glad to see them. Sierra’s face was
as long and melancholy as ever.
After the first welcome he said noth
ing. Cook was genial and helped
throw off the pack, though he did
not mention - more of the job until
they had turned out the animals.
Then, walking from the corrals, he
said, “Hot one for a time, wasn’t
it?”
“Kept me busy,” Breck agreed.
“We were on our way, but called
Kern Peak and found you had it
under control. There’s some mail
for you in my bag. That’s why we
swung around here. Pack train
came up from Lone Tree yesterday
and goes down tomorrow, if you
have anything to send out.”
Breck nodded. He hadn’t written
a letter in six weeks.
“Nesters help you?”
“No."
They had reached the cabin door.
Cook halted, one hand on the knob.
“What the devill Did they refuse?”
“Their excuse was that they had
no tools.”
"I know it,” said Cook scowling.
“And that’s a damn shame 1 There’s
nothing at the Potholes. We’re
short. But they never held out on
that account. How do you figure?”
“Tillsons, of course. Art was in
the Pothole country two days ago,
giving tnem orders.”
“Then you found out that it was a
man-made fire?” Cook asked grave
ly. “If it was, we’ll have to ride.”
“It wasn’t,” Breck asserted. “I’m
sure it was from lightning. Art’s
business was more to keep them
from giving us help.”
He kept back the source of his
information. That would involve too
much explaining. Riding alone,
after leaving Louise, he had thought
of what she had told him. He began
to see the heart of her with its deep
compassion for all mountain peo
ple; taking their burdens upon her
self, trying to solve troubles here
without more bloodshed. To him
that way was impossible. But be
saw the fineness of her attempt and
could yield to it until his plan
opened.
Upon entering the room Cook
drew a packet of letters from his
saddle bag. Breck carried them to
his bunk and stretched himself full
length. Muscles were beginning to
stiffen.
Breck unwrapped his letters, see
ing at once the postmarks were
from one to three weeks old. His
correspondence was not large, as
his plan of coming to the mountains
was known only to a few persons.
Here was business mostly; though
one envelope among the lot had
never seen an office desk. It had
cream paper inside, and even
through the accumulated smell of
leather and mules, gave off a cer
tain fragrance.
Breck had reason to recall that
fragrance, yet now, here in the odor
of pines he was not sure that he
liked it. His name was written with
a swift impulsive dash, while the
flap bore only, Irene Sutherland.
He tore it open at once, and as
he read, Irene came to him vividly.
Tall and slender and undeniably
beautiful. Black hair drawn to
make three cornered her high fore
head and accentuate her languorous
dark eyes. It was a strange beauty,
perplexing, all out of accepted
standards.
The note began with gossip, ig
noring the fact that they had agreed
not to write. She filled a page and
said nothing. But then, on the sec
ond, came to her real purpose. The
senator was home now, grumping
for a vacation. No place to go;
nothing new. Driving the family
frantic—like a big grizzly. “Do you
have grizzlies? How splendid you
must look in uniform! Like the
rangers at Arrowhead.”
Breck looked down at his black
ened work clothes and grinned.
And then the truth. The High
Sierras! How marvelous for the Sen
ator’s vacation. And with a ranger
friend to show them about. “Gor
don, you can’t refuse! Be a dear!”
He stuffed the letter into his shirt
pocket. Irene had turned to him
again for amusement. She would
do that where any other girl would
have suffered the limits of ennui
first. Somehow it seemed natural
in her.
Tibet Holds Hunting Is a Crime; Law
Is Discreetly Evaded in One Province
Descendants of former criminals,
the present Zayulis (of Zayul prov
ince, Tibet) seem to have inherited
a cheerful disregard for the law.
Hunting is one of the greatest crimes
in Tibet; for Buddhist doctrine for
bids the taking of life in any form.
Inevitably a certain compromise
has been made, and in most monas
teries you will find that meat is eat
en, but only the meat of domestic
animals, which, it is thought, are
clearly expiating some past sin in a
former human existence by their
present enslavement, writes John
Hanbury-Tracy in Asia Magazine.
Wild animals are considered to
belong to a higher form of life, and
killing them is severely penalized in
most parts of Tibet; I have seen a
man given 300 lashes with rawhide
whips for killing a hare. The re
sult is that wild creatures are ex
traordinarily tame: it is delightful
in some parts of southeastern Tibet
to see hares, marmots, partridges,
white pheasants, wild ducks and
geese completely unmoved when
one approaches to within a dozen
feet of them.
But in Zayul the law is discreetly
evaded, and the people are excellent
hunters over difficult ground. In
“Mud’s up,” said Slim, pouring a
cup of coffee.
Breck left his bunk and joined the
two men around a big black pot on
the table.
“So the nesters threw you down,
did they?” Sierra began at once.
“And Art Tillson was riding their
country before the Are. Ain’t hard
to read that sign. A pack of bug
juice was about due to go out of
these hills. Tillson wanted to keep
us too busy to notice it.”
“This was a lightning fire,” Breck
argued. “No one set it to help the
Tillsons.”
Sierra shrugged. “Hand of God
on their side then!”
"I think Slim has the straight of
it,” Cook put in. “This particular
fire may have just happened, but
the Tillson crowd are due to make
a shipment and might have used it.
They’ve been in here long enough
to have made up quite a batch.”
“Maybe so,” Breck agreed. “And
when they do start out—"
“We close in. There’s a new judge
down on the valley. He’ll back us
with convictions if we send any man
before him. I’ve only waited for
Jud to make his first play and that
certainly won’t be long now.”
Breck stirred his coffee and stared
into the cup while old thoughts
swept him at Cook’s words. “We
close in.”
“What about the nesters?” he
asked presently. “Do we include
them in the clean-up?” He was
thinking of Louise and her anxi
ety for the families there.
“The Potholes are a different
proposition,” Cook said. “I don’t
look for any trouble from them if
we take care of the Tillsons. Like
this tool business. Art may have
scared them off, but if you’d had
tools you could have forced them to
work. Lack of equipment was our
fault, not theirs.”
Breck shot a glance at the gray
haired man across from him. Bitter
ness had come into the ranger’s
voice when he talked of tools.
“Dad,” Breck asked, “just why
aren’t there any in the Pothole
box?”
“Now you done stirred some
thing!” Sierra cut in. “You been
to college; maybe you,can figure it
out. Go ahead, Dad, and tell him
about the seventy-eight bucks.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
the forests are taken goral, serow
musk-deer, bear and wild pig. Traps
dogs and guns are all used. The
guns are mostly long-barreled prong
guns of great age. The prong, which
is made of the two horns of a deer,
is hinged to the barrel of the gun
close to the muzzle; normally it
projects beyond the muzzle and
looks like a pitchfork, but when the
moment for action arrives it is
turned down and stuck in the ground
forming a rest for the gun. A slow
match is applied, and, after some
15 minutes of waiting, the gun may
or may not go off. Its use is clearly
limited.
Plants Have Nerves
Plants have nerves. One in this
class might be called a nervous
wreck, judging from its actions when
anyone so much as touches one of
its leaves. The sensitive plant, ot
mimosa pudica, will immediately
curl up its leaves at the slightest
touch. After a leaf has curled up
in apparent anguish it remains in a
fallen position for about 15 min
utes, then gradually uncurls and be
comes its normal self again, This
plant, originally from Brazil, grow
wild in tha Gulf states.
What to Eat and Why
C. Houston Goudiss Gives Timely Advice on Planning
Meals for Languid Appetites
By C. HOUSTON GOUDISS
AS THE weather begins to get warmer, many families do
l velop a finicky attitude toward food. They come to th®
table with little appetite and claim that nothing tastes good.
Before you reproach them, however, give some thought to
the type of meals you are serving. Do they contain an
abundance of crisp, succulent greens which tempt the ey®
and the palate and furnish important minerals and vitamins?
Do they include juicy fruits with their refreshing flavors and
appetite-stimulating fruity
acids? Have you cut down
somewhat on carbohydrates
and fats? Or are you still
offering enough energy foods
at each meal to supply the
fuel requirements of cold
winter days?
A carefully chosen diet is an ex
cellent remedy for the let-down
feeling that both children and
adults often experience at this
season. For science has discov
ered what food substances are
necessary to promote appetite and
digestion, to help maintain buoy
ant health.
Obtaining the Appetite Vitamin
We know foi* example that when
the appetite is poor, there may
be a deficiency of
Sthat part of the vi
tamin B - complex
which nutritionists
call Bi. There is
both experimental
and clinical evi
dence that this vi
tamin is essential
nance of a keen ap
petite. In addition,
it is also required
for the normal
functioning of the digestive tract,
so that it must be provided in suf
ficient amounts if food is to be
utilized to best advantage.
Among the foods which supply
this vitamin are whole grain ce
reals, bran, eggs, milk, peas,
beans, carrots, spinach and cab
bage. It is also found in many
fruits, though usually in lesser
amounts. In general, a most sat
isfactory way to insure a liberal
intake of the appetite-promoting
vitamin is to include in the diet
generous amounts of whole grain
cereals, milk, vegetables and
fruits. As these foods likewise
contribute many other necessary
substances, they rate a promi
nent place in the dietary.
Foods That Build Blood
It is also extremely important
that menus for finicky eaters
should be rich in iron. For this
mineral is necessary for the for
mation of the hemoglobin or red
pigment in the blood—and it is the
hemoglobin that carries purifying
oxygen to every cell in the body.
Iron-rich foods include liver, eggs,
whole grain cereals, dried fruits,
and green, leafy vegetables. I
have repeatedly urged the gener
ous consumption of green, leafy
vegetables, and I cannot too
strongly emphasize their impor
tance as a source of iron, as well
as other essential minerals; and
vitamins.
Keep the Diet Laxative
Another piece of advice that
warrants repetition is my frequent
recommendation that you include
in the diet adequate amounts of
bulky foods. These are necessary
to help promote normal elimina
tion. If your menus contain too
many highly concentrated foods,
irregular health habits may re
sult. And that in itself may be
responsible for a feeling of lassi
tude and a lack of interest in
eating. Here again fruits and
vegetables are important. To
gether with whole grain cereals
and breads, they constitute our
most important source of bulk or
cellulose.
Get Plenty of Milk
Milk is another food that should
be used generously, because it
contains such a wide assortment
of protective substances. It is our
foremost source of calcium, which
is required for the teeth, bones
and for sound healthy nerves. And
it contains every known vitamin in
varying amounts.
If your family does not care for
milk as a beverage, make fre
quent use of cheese which is es
sentially milk in concentrated
form. And use milk freely in
sauces and for making desserts.
It can also be incorporated in
nourishing cream soups, to be
served for luncheon or supper.
Follow the soup with a salad made
from crisp greens and including a
protein food, such as cheese, nuts,
|| 66 FIVE Minus TWO 1
Leaves FOUR”
WRONG? Well, yes—and no. The arithmetic of your school days taught
that "If Mary had five dollars and spent two ..." three dollars remained.
But that is mathematics - —not shopping! In managing a home... guarding
a limited family income... we're simply got to do better than Mary did. We
must sharpen our buying wits.., ascertain where the dollars of extra rains
• • • take fire dollars to town and gat much more for the money spent
Fortunately, there are arer-willing guides right at hand— the advertise
mente in this newspaper. Advertised merchandise is often exceptional
ralue merchandise. It makes dollars ST-R-E-T-C-H.
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or hard-cooked eggs. And top olf
with a fruit dessert. This type of
meal appeals to the appetite and
provides substantial amounts of
minerals and vitamins.
Salads Twice a Day
A erisp appetizer salad makes
a good beginning for the main
meal of the day. A combination of
watercress, dandelion greens, let.
tuce or shredded cabbage, with
fruit, or a small amount of a sar
ory fish paste will intrigue the
most reluctant appetite. And when
the salad is served at the begin
ning of a meal, you can be sure
that it will be eaten before the
hunger is satisfied.
Another way to get additional
vegetables into a meal is to mold
them in gelatin and serve as a din
ner salad. Or an assortment of
fruits can be treated in the same
way and used as a combination
salad and dessert. If prepared
gelatin desserts are used, a wide
variety of color and flavor combi
nations can be achieved with very
little effort; and children will eat
them with relish.
You’ll be surprised to discover
how quickly interest can be stimu
lated by serving familiar foods in
a new way!
© —WNU—C. Houston Goudiss—l939—62,
Making a Practical
Valance for a Bed
By RUTH WYETH SPEARS
A SMART new house it was,
and all the curtains and slip
covers were made by following
my sketches in Book 1, SEWING,
for the Home Decorator! But
when we came to the second floor
it was my turn to get a few
pointers.
The treatment of each of the two
principal bedrooms was quite dif
ferent. One was very simple with
I mattress
/ STITCH THE VMANCE
TO AN OLD SHEET Oft
al muslin cut to fit
WHH THE top of the
“PllwW"” BED SPRINGS -
a lovely old quilt used for a bed
spread; the other was in flowery
glazed chintz with strong accents
of bright greenish blue. Both beds
required a valance that would not
be removed with the spread at
night.
Here is the flowered bedspread
and the small sketch shows you
how the valance problem was
solved. As my clever young host
ess pointed out, this is really *
bright idea because the valance
and its foundation make a cover
for the springs in case they are
not the boxed type.
With the help of Book 1, you can
make many of the things you have
been wanting for the house. Book
2—Embroidery and Gifts, is full of
ideas for ways to use your spars
time in making things for your
self or to sell. Books are 25 cents
each. If you order both books, the
quilt leaflet illustrating 36 authen
tic embroidery stitches will be in
cluded FREE. Address, Mrs.
Spears, 210 S. Desplaines St., Chi
cago, 111,
Price of Character
The man who makes a charac
ter, makes foes.—Edward Young.
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