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Show THE BULLETIN. BINGHAM. UTAH By FRANK H. SPEARMAN ij Frank H. Spearman WKll l Pardaloe steadied him. "He's nicked you. Henry; he's nicked you." cried the alarmed scout as his hand slipped In the blood of Bow-ie's shoulder. "Not too bad," gasped Bowie, staring wildly. "Get after the rest of 'em. Ben! After 'em." "They're cleaned out. They've run. but the varmints have got half the ponies and the other half got away." "What now?" exclaimed Bowie, enraged. "Have we got no horses?" "Only three that Simmie hobbled before the panther jumped 'em." "Panther?" snapped the be-wildered Texan. "That's what started the row." Bowie turned from the fire. He stumbled over something lying at his feet. "It's a prisoner," he exclaimed. "And there's the other." He bent down and inspected the nearest captive lying trussed like a wild animal. Bowie felt the body-th- ere was breath and warmth. "Take care of the other, Ben," he said, drawing his hunting knife. "The wrists are tied so tight the flesh has swollen over the things." Working with care, he managed to cut the thongs from the tortured wrists. The ankles were as bad. He snipped the rawhide strips that pinioned the arms and legs and asleep in half an hour. We'll go down together. And we must get between the Indians and the horses. If we can stampede the red devils they'll make first thing for the horses. Take your deerskin strips. Simmie, we'll have to wait till we hear from you. Give us your sig-nals now." "The owl," suggested Simmie. "If it rains that's no good," ob-jected Pardaloe. "Owls sing low when it rains." "So do rifles with priming pans," added Bowie. "But a Colt gun works, wet or dry. And darkness doesn't help bows and arrows any." Going over every angle of the coming encounter, and with Bowie giving directions as to how to meet every emergency he could think of. the Texans slowly and cautiously walked down the long ridge that led toward the Indian camp. The sky was already overcast, and the short southern twilight soon plunged the canyon into black night, relieved only by the two fires burning in mid-cam- Reaching a hiding point close behind the horses but over-looking the camp and well within sound of its voices, Bowie and Parda-loe disposed themselves behind a rock whence they could spring in-stantly into action. The half-bree- d stole stealthily away and was at once lost in the darkness. Rain borne in on a west wind was beginning to spit, and the twain in hiding covered their rifle pans with the skirts of their buckskin jack-ets. To await in the secrecy of night a concerted signal; to attune the ears to painful alertness while trying to strain out the murmur of human voices, lest the soft coo of the false owl be lost; to watch with straining eyes every move of the milling savages as they threw them-selves down to sleep all of this kept the two Texans pitched high in anxiety. An hour must still pass before Simmie could act, and it passed fearfully slowly. Finally Pardaloe muttered, "What's happened to Simmie?" "I don't know what has happened to Simmie, but something has hap-pened to the horses," whispered fire going to dry things. These youngsters will freeze if we don't get them dried out Keep a sharp eye out for Indians, Ben. There may be a deer in that timber across the creek. I'll sneak over there myself as soon as we get the girls fixed up. Help me with this one, Simmie." Simmie handed the child to him. Her eyes were closed. Bowie ex-amined her as he chafed her hands. She seemed asleep. Overcome by the long strain of deadly fear and extreme fatigue, wet and weary though she was, nature had asserted itself. To awaken her now to be sure she was only sleeping he chafed her temples. Pardaloe, fol-lowing instructions, did the same for his charge. The younger girl began to sob faintly as if all strength had already been spent in anxiety and tears. The sobbing awakened her older sister, who slow-ly opened her eyes, and, as he bent over her, she looked into Bowie's face. In spite of himself, he started. The child's eyes were dark, large, gentle, yet they came as a shock. In a brief confusion he could only realize that he had never seen such eyes. They rested on him for only a moment, then their tranquil light changed to dread, and as they closed on the face bent above her tears rolled from under the long lashes. He placed her so she could sit partially upright with her back against a small sycamore. He worked so long with his charge that Pardaloe became impatient and, priming his rifle afresh, started off after something for breakfast. Despite the savagely cruel treat-ment of the child, the ravages of distress and weeping, the frock in disarray, the disheveled hair, the scratched and bruised legs and arms, the features pitifully streaked with soil and caked with tears, something told Bowie that this youngster was not a commomwaif. Pardaloe came out of the chapar-ral with a doe slung over his shoul-der, and while Simmie started a fire, Bowie rummaged some of the Spanish loot recovered from the war party. It had been carried in a buckskin bag, and in this he found a large mug, curiously chased, and from the brawling stream below the camp he brought good water. He had left the younger of the girls lying on the ground near the elder. On his return he found the younger lying with her head in the lap of the elder, and he imagined srNOPSis Spanish owner it, e,lt7.' rancho. refuses eil "Indians. One day decided 0 seek tha mission for his Indian, strike. Don the rmi of t f. from Monica, and ."tte Mill. P?dr friend of the the ranch and lnra,d from Monica, difficult trip .cross "ri,aHe5nrySow?era. hhrsriends. Ben scout. Wnd'an. who have ;7tw Utile g" ls. rEB --3- cautioned the scout . walked through the If them , too fast. cinnibals they'd Just as , they would the other 'How many did you say aty; maybe a few jd the few. Fifty is jry, Ben." counseled haven't got us yet." lesans were seasoned and scouting. Pursuing ,ay down the canyon, jhennearing the war iter appointing a ren-;p0s-themselves so j best scout for him-;- ) activities. Bowie reached the :.st Pardaloe straggled with Simmie just murmured ;thave two bound pris- - must be saved before ;ed in the head." was not hopeful. "One to set up. An Injun right over." I don't know how you ;;wie, "but I'm not go-:t- st redskins eat two Tm going into them." er come out. Henry," SCOUt. maybe yes. Who can you say, Ben?" ril 1 few ponies and racks away from the ifeel, Simmie?" :cd grinned. "I say . 'i ;o in with us, Ben?" 50, are you, Henry?" ,J!ed his empty cheeks .fully on an imaginary Unlisted for the ex-- Guess I'm under ;ed rapidly one plan r another. All agreed riant thing for their as a supply of horses, i lew of these would she savages' pursuit. 3wie declared, must : in the melee. Bowie. "Listen!" The neigh of a pony caused the exclamation. An answering tram-pling and million of the horses de-clared trouble to the ears of Bowie and his scout But what was it all about? Before such a question could be asked the crack of a pistol in-stead of the coo of an owl caused the two to spring to their feet. The camp was already stirring. "Hold your fire," ordered Bowie in an undertone. "Get in front of the horses, quick." The two scram-bled hastily to the position they wanted and threw their rifles to their shoulders. "Take the second fellow-up,- " shouted Bowie. "I'll get the first." The two rifles cracked al-most together. "Yell!" cried Bowie to Pardaloe, setting a fine example himself. Simmie ran up from behind. With an earsplitting ferocity he raised his own voice. The Indians now came on the dead run for the horses, brandishing tomahawks. The war-riors were met by the bullets from two pistols and the revolver. The onslaught of the Indians proved dis-astrous to themselves. Simmie jumped into action with his hatchet, seconded by the fire of his com-panions. The savages recoiled. Bowie, dodging hatchets as best he could, ran in to where the captives lay. Here three warriors stood their ground and attacked him. Bowie, clubbing his empty rifle, laid about him. The long, heavy steel bar made a formidable weapon. They were fighting in the fitful light of the campfires, sputtering now in the falling rain. Swinging the rifle fast and sweeping it in furious half circles, bringing it vi-ciously down on heads and shou-lders and dancing about as he dodged tomahawks, Bowie had his hands full. He was holding his own against odds when the chief directly facing him, seeing the fight was going against him with one of his men on the ground and the other swaying drunkenly on his knees, sprang back, flung his tomahawk at Bow-ie's head, and quickly fitted an ar-row to his bow which was slung from his shoulder. The hatchet, as Bowie ducked, caught him on the shoulder. Despite the hard crack the Texan ran in. The Indian, a man of great size and strength, wearing a neck-lace of bear claws, fought the white man with his hands. In this savage Bowie realized that he had met his match. Almost instantly he found his injured right arm in the Indian s grasp, with iron fingers clutching at his throat and a second tomahawk upraised. While he struggled to free himself, his wind cut completely off, he was reduced in the fierce strug-gle to one defense. With a ferocious kick born of desperation the choking man caught his enemy below the belly and at the same time threw himself violently backward on the ground, landing his enemy in me embers of the nearest fire. Screaming with pain, the savage still clung to the choking Texan but. managing to grip his bowie knife before he lost consciousness, Bowie plunged it into his enemy back in time to loosen the deadly fingers from his windpipe. Parw-lo- e and Bowie, knife ran to him. still in hand, threw off the dying enemy and staggered to his feet. The Texans were seasoned in tracking and scouting. turned the captive's face toward the fire. "It's a child!" he exclaimed. "So's this one," announced Parda-loe a few feet away. Bowie shook his prisoner gently and spoke. There was no response. Yet the prisoner was breathing. He turned the head for close inspec-tion. "It's a white child. This war party hasn't come from an In-dian fight. They've raided a rancho . . . What's your name?" He spoke to the captive. A pair of large dark eyes stared in silent fear at him. He felt the clothing. His hand grasped a skirt. "By heaven, Ben, I believe it's a girl." "Same here," said Pardaloe. "So," said Bowie quietly, "that was their game. They've killed the rest and carried off two girls . . . What's your name?" he asked as he chafed the swollen wrists. "Tell me where you live." There was no answer. Efforts to make the other child speak were equally fruitless. "Well, we've got to get away from here," said Bowie finally. "These girls may be Indian, but I don't believe it. Here comes Sim-mie with the horses," he added. "These birds will be after us at day-break. Let's get going." The Texans were in strange coun-try, but they were old in frontier ways, and they let the horses jog along, confident that they would get them out of the mountains, through the foothills and to open country if they were let alone. Much to the relief of the refugees, the rain clouds scattered at day-break. The air was clear and chill. before them, as The men saw dimly far as the eye could reach, a rolling country and, rising out of the morn-ing shadows on the western horizon, a vast expanse of sea. Bowie shouted and pointed. The ocean, boys! The Pacific! It's Cali-fornia!" There was less enthusiasm Irom his comrades. Simmie grinned be-cause with what-ever he was pleased pleased everybody. Pardaloe stared vacantly. His ponderous jaws moved slowly and spasmodically on chew of tobacco. an imaginary Ben you don't seem enthusiastic country." said Bowie. over the new --Man alive, don't you know you re in the land of P'"7 That now where Dan'l Boone wanted to you're Where you 11 see Kit lay his bones? Carson after a while." echoed Pardaloe. Kit Carson?" .Himself. He's out here some- - WNo?'nigh so much of a man as declared Pardaloe cas-ually his brother." "Where you going to camp Henry? I'm hungry and cold enough eat tanbark." They were follow-- the "urse of a creek and chose space on a high bank of the n ope" driftwood. "Hunt up some sfmrnTe." said Bowie, "and get . them sisters. But what surprised him most was the expression of deadly fear in the eyes of the elder girl as he walked toward her, holdirig the cup of wa-ter in his hand. When she saw him, approaching she quickly drew the little sister closer to her breast as if suspecting an effort to part them. Bowie smiled to show his friend-liness: the gesture meant nothing to the frightened stranger. With every step he took her pitiful dread in-creased. When he bent down on one knee and held out the water she grew hysterical, closed her eyes tight and turned her head away. He laughed and spoke. "Don't be afraid. This is only water for you to drink." The words drew no response. "Of course," he said to himself, "she knows no English. What can I do?" The panic-stricke- n child would not look up. Bowie perceived it must be a trial of endurance. While Simmie and Pardaloe were roasting the sad-dle of venison at the fire Bowie sat in front of the girls, watching them and thinking. After a lime he looked toward his older charge. She was stealing a glance at him. "Why be afraid?" he asked very softly. "We are your friends. "This" he pointed to the cup "is water. See!" He held the cup to his lips, drank a little and poured a little on the ground. Some advantage, he perceived, had been gained; she no longer averted her head but timidly watched him. Yet every time he held out the cup she turned her face. He could only laugh and keep trying; she was equally persistent in refusing. Smiling, Bowie called to Simmie, "Slice off a little strip of that veni-son and bring it here, Simmie. Per-haps it's hunger she feels." Again he suffered defeat. She would have none of the roasted meat held temptingly before her on. the point of a stout twig. Bowie took a little bite of the meat himself to prove it was good. No signs, ges-tures or supplications moved his stubborn captive. Discouraged and annoyed, Bowie walked down to where Pardaloe was finishing his ample venison break-fast. "Come over here, Ben," said Bowie testily. "See whether you can make this girl eat or drink. 1 can't do a thing with her." The efforts of the tall awkward scout to make an impression were more spectacular but not more suc-cessful. His antics drew laughs from his companions but the child only quailed. "She thinks you're crazy, Ben," murmured Simmie appraisingly. "Hold on. boys," exclaimed Bow-ie suddenly. "I'll bet I've got the key to this puzzle, stand away." He picked up the cup of water, looked intently at the child whose searching eyes were Ixed on his own, and. holding out the cup, made the sign of the cross slowly over ir and put It to his lips. (TO BE COSTIM EDJ ilampede the ponies," "who's going to catch footin it again." nj to cover that," 4 "would be for Sim-- I and hobble five of i horses before the 'it all laid out, Sim-aite- d Ben Pardaloe :i so much of an ad--f- ." admitted Bowie. t the Indians we'll If they clean us d horses. I'm de-:- ( night surprise and 4 the old Texas yell 4 There's a moon "signs are any good "9 Prospect for rain i : me." grinned the t have we got to : d Pardaloe. I sud Bowie. "rve got I and my Colt spin- - I ;tv got your rifle, 1 Simmie's got the I ' even shots before j Simmie's good " himself. Let's I . 1 :5iv I - furious war party S would have I taking, even a 17 ut Texan fron-- ; ho took long f chiefly on r w an emergency, two of them, 'ys though canvassed 2 "roughly in J,7 Indiars would i :rt0:amp in mid-- I not been sure I 7 ,rm further j --J choen a spot i e evidently rest to gorge ! I !?CLThry think safe. 7me sh00ll t b, 01 those two X, ,Se we need I ,or you to I ""'t-the- yn be E H0W-T-9. SEW Lr RuthWyethSpeanoJ? I T31 IKSTITCHES fSrnTTrfnTTn W,TH candlewick CfCK IjPfPi NEEDLE AND 4 4 h.WAk STRANDS OF fiftf XT COTTON ll - fN WATER A II ' TO SHRINK I C WHEN we last heard of Marty Bill the curved bottom shelf of that old buffet had not been used. Well, Bill made it into a cornice board for the bathroom window, and painted it blue. Then Marty went into action on curtains to match. Grandmother is an expert at do-ing candle wicking, so together they made the tufted curtains illustrated. They used plain white muslin marked oil di-agonally in three-inc- h squares. They found the blue they wanted for the tufting in a soft string type of cotton yarn. The sketch tells you the rest. The dipping is what really turned the clipped stitches into tufts; then the cur-tains were stretched into shape to dry but were not ironed. All this about curtains has given Gram the most wonderful idea for some-thing for a bride's kitchen Bhower that is coming oil soon. It is pret-ty clever, we think. Watch for it, next week. NOTE; Many other old-tim- e stitches have modern uses. Sew-ing Book 2 contains directions for 42 of these stitches with sugges- -. tions for their use in your home. To I get a copy send order to: V MRS. RUTH WVETI1 SPEARS Drawer 10 Bedford Hills New York Enclose 10 cents for each book ordered. Name Address In SALT LAKE CITY : jMk T,IE " ; ' H'$ HOTEL . fc'JI'! Choice oftheDiscriminatingTraveler R, ?r ar, ; 4 . 400 ROOMS 400 BATHS Our $200,000.00 remodeling and refurnishing program has mad available the finest hotel accommodations in the West AT OUR SAME POPULAR PRICES. CAFETERIA nT7I DINING ROOM BUFFET j! ' The Beautiful MRS. J. H. WATERS, Pnudtnt . ' Manag,n ;i MIRROR ROOM J. HOLMAN WATERS ondW. ROSS SUTTON EVERY SATURDAY EVENING C3)JPpf fhfiP he topped his league Ccjji?w yyy j pitching last year J My CIGARETTE . . - HAS TO BE MILD. CAMELS BURN EXTRA MILDNESS sf . y SLOWER AND GIVE 1 MSESS' EXTRA COOLNESS ; i &t V , If OTHER EXTRAS IN FTE9A FLAVOR ovkels,too I " V-V- v ' Ktf"" - ' i slower than the average of the 15 other 'SJ0" V' ' ' ' "' ' tbe largest-sellin- g brands tested slower . tlTti'A "f&& L ' than any of them. That means, on the average, " ' ' a smoking equal to GET THE "EXTRAS" WITH SLOWER-BURNIN- cAfe5? . ?A in n EXTRA SMOKES f ' IL i h fP J PER PACK! MsSLff THE CIGARETTE OF COSTLIER TOBACCOS ABITOFy FUN His Own Returns "Any surprises among your birthday presents?" "Yes. Wilson gave me a book I lent to Brown six months ago." The moth leads an awful life: he spends the summer in a fur coat and the winter in a bathing suit. His Privilege ITinUrbyIloto ayou go on when you and the wife have an arKitment? U'you ever hare the laxt word? 'HaggletonYes ahiayt. I apologize. Recount Marriage Registrar Let's see, today's the sixteenth, isn't it? Film Star Say! What's the big idea? It's only my ninth. Solid Mrs. Newed entered the dining-roo- m and proudly placed the chicken on the table. "There you are, my dear, my first chicken 1" she exclaimed. Mr. Newed gazed with admira-tion at the bird's shape. "It's wonderful, darling," he beamed, "and how beautifully you've stuffed it." "StufTed?" she echoed. "But, my dear, this one wasn't hollow." A CJT7" "KfP A Quiz With Answers JttJTt fferina Information ANOTHER f on Various Subjects I . ' The Answer 1. Richard Lovelace ("To Al-th-from Prison"). 2. No. Their word twenty actu-ally means 3. Logistics refers to transport and supply. 4. John Adams. 5. Ambassadors. 6. A long ton is 2,240 pounds. 7. Flying mammals. 8. To the southeast of the Black Hills, in the western part of South Dakota. 9. Mercury. 10. Lake Ontario, 7,430 square miles; Huron, 23,010 square miles, and Erie, 9,940 square miles. The Questions 1. Who wrote the poem in which appear the words: "Stone walls do not a prison make"? 2. Do the Eskimos have a word for any number beyond twenty? 3. When a military man speaks of logistics, he refers to what? 4. Which President of the United States lived to be 90 years of age? 5. Which of the following have the highest diplomatic rank con-suls, ambassadors, or ministers? 6. A long ton is equal to how many pounds? 7. What are bats classed as, birds, flying mammals or ro-dents? 8. Where in the United States are the Badlands? 9. Which of the following is a poor conductor of electricity sil-ver, mercury, or copper? 10. Which of the Great Lakes is the smallest, Lake Ontario, Lake Huron, or Lake Erie? Tested Friendship Friendship is a plant of slow growth, and must undergo and, withstand the shocks of adversity before it is entitled to the appella-tion. Washington. Centenarian Must Have Grieved Over Wasted Life It was a great day for the vil-lage when the oldest inhabitant celebrated his hundredth birthday. And the excitement grew intense when it was learned that a news-paper reporter had come in search of an interview. After various questions, the an-swers to which were prompted by fond and anxious relatives, the press representative asked: "And now, tell me what you would do if you could have your time over again?" There was a long silence while the old man thought. Then he said slowly: "I think I would part my hair in the middle!" Choose the Best Life is short too short to get everything. Choose you must, and as you choose, choose only the best in friends, in books, in rec-reation, in everything. Anon. Happy in Knowing It is a kind of happiness to know to what extent we may be unhappy. La Rochefoucauld. Our Faults Other men's faults are before our eyes; our own behind out backs. Seneca. |
