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Show THE BULLETIN. BINGHAM. UTAH By FRANK H. SPEARMAN F,anl H. Sparma WNU Service Bowie was nonplused. But Carme-lit- a gave him no time to decide what he ought to do. She with all her wriggled strength and this was surprising for her size almost out of his arms and, when she failed to free herself, looked up at him with such a mute pleading in her burning eyes that he felt sure it must be all right. Half laughing, he eased her down Into Monica's arms. At this the smaller sister set up such a commotion that Pardaloe re-leased her likewise and with her short fat legs, not noticeably stiff-ened by her long ride, she dashed to Monica. "Seems like they knowed her," observed Pardaloe as the three men watched the animated scene. Bowie sat perplexed. "If we could understand their lingo," he said. "This woman certainly does know them, and they know her. And she's an Indian. She must be their Spanish owner IK' rancho. refuses "'mls of a raid by One day strrJ.S to seek the mtssin for hi. i Indians strike. 1 Tind his two young the arms ot the I tor"1 Monica, and are Padre Pas-"wen- d of the family. )- - the ranch and 'raid from Mon-- 1 and difficult trip mountains from I I wuthful Henry Bow-- I 'rVr with his friends, I ""fsmle. an Indian 9 Ja ndlans who 1 V!w little girla. if'snd accurate ttm-- I sttack the war Jindians and through a savages to the ft but are .till t jvConlinued Thp rig- - ica walking fast, the party rode south for more than two hours. Night had now fallen. There was no moon, but the stars were out The horses, as well as Monica, seemed to know the trail and at length brought within sight a group of buildings, one of which was sur-mounted by a cross. Bowie under-stood this, at least, and when the horsemen drew up Monica pounded for some time on the gate of the stockade that enclosed the place, but without results. She then bethought herself of a high bellhandle at the side of the gate, at which she tugged vigorous-ly. A man appeared and, opening a peephole, asked questions. Moni-ca seemed known, for when she had explained her presence and argued long and convincingly the big gate was swung reluctantly open and the party rode in. The gate was closed and the man disappeared. After fur- - Bowie caught the Implication. "Then as a Spaniard you, too, have felt the tyranny of the Mexican gov-ernment. May I give you a confi-dence?" "It Involves no crime or wrong-doing?" "Certainly not." "What is your name?" "I am from the East, Padre. We are Tejanos." "Granted." "So we are worse than American-os. And we are now helpless. We used our slender stock of ammuni-tion in that fight with the Indians." "But you say, worse than Amer-icanoshow so?" "Padre, do you remember the Al-amo?" The priest knit his brow in mo-mentary perplexity. "I do remem-ber it." "Then well may Texans!" said Bowie gravely. "My scout, Ben Par-- nurse Deiongs xo tneir family, any-wa- y. Talk to her, Simmie." But Simmie's efforts to make the woman understand his Creek or Seminole were as fruitless as the ef-- - - -- ' i ,asma8"."- - of the sd expression ..brightened instantly erstanding. The suspi-- i ftened. This gesture J ,M the could compre- - aid smile gradually er face. understands," said ;imtoputthe cup to st lightly but grateful--i it him wonderingly :m Her thirst was ?en she spoke to her a supposed her to be. ,jj stiffened arm she to her. The little . ravenously, finished lie ran to the stream and the two girls cupful. They tast--; the venison, but they srward the two pitiful with the formidably ans down the long ( foothill slopes, davs of riding they ther waiting a light appeared at a window within the residence of the padres, and presently one of them opened a door. Handing the girls to Monica, Bow-ie and Pardaloe dismounted, Sim-mie taking the horses. The two men followed Monica and her charges as the padre led them along a dark pas-sageway. On one side of it he paused at an open door and bowed the vis-itors into a commodious room mea-gerl- y furnished and lighted by two candles standing on a small oval table in the middle of the room. Motioning his callers to seats, the padre, dark featured, tall and spare, looked to Monica for explanation. With expressive gestures and in a few words Monica told her story, pointing at times to Bowie and indi-cating again the little girls who clung to her as if afraid she might escape them. The padre listened gravely, fol-lowing with his eyes the recital of the Indian woman. When she had daloe, lost his uncle in that damna-ble massacre by Santa Ana's .Mexi-cans. Few are the Texans who can-not count a friend or relative mur-dered there." "That," argued the priest pacifi-cally, "was some time ago. There is peace now." His visitor nodded. '"Not for long, I fear, Padre. There will be more fighting," predicted Bowie almost casually. "What brings you to California, my son?" "That is not my personal secret, or I would willingly tell you. But I am treading here on delicate ground. I cannot risk going to San Diego. I had an American friend who was starved to death in prison there not so long ago by a Mexi-can wretch, the governor." "You mean Echeandia?" Bowie nodded. "Even if I were inclined to trust him I would not go. There might be fighting. Some-- finished he asked a few questions and turned his gaze across the sput-tering candles to Bowie. "No habla espanol?" he asked, adding in very difficult English, "You do speak nothing Spanish. I speak poco English. I understand a few. Monica tell me how you come to Los Alamos with these her-mana-s. Where from you come? How you have the children? Who you are?" He spoke very slowly. Bowie re-sponded with more energy. The pad-re, with a smile, raised his hand. "Please! Slow!" Bowie nodded. "We are Tejanos, Padre cannot speak Spanish. We took these girls from Indians a war party in the Sierras. Do you know these youngsters?" The padre nodded fast. "I know them much, much." Haltingly and brokenly he related to Bowie and his companions the story of the raiding of Los Alamos and the burning of the rancho. With little difficulty the Texan followed and comprehended just how he and his men had chanced on the fleeing i J r NLa i b--d thing that gave them rilled up their horses sled way under their y marked trail that right angles to the h they were riding. i winding along the desert and over hills, :e unknown to them, of the king, linking, the stretches of the ;;:ons that had brought authentic Christianity, ed as to which way Sim-n-orth or south. ?stion only to be an-other: Where were i the three had the Bowie knew he want-'jctere- y that was alL cultivated fields lay so for the south they iifall they found them-ihin- g something like a quickened their pace, Mrs of smoke curled i what might be a : surprise and disap-- s cruel when, reaching arise, they saw in the that the smoke rose a of a habitation.-charges- , carried by ; Pardaloe, 4 to the heat and fa-to- g day's ride, and sp on the breasts of ' Between the adven-- s lay a river. Along st dry, a slender through margins of "Jshes. The horses Jt Invitation to 6lake Chaparral fringed the d the stream, and :set there came a sud- - elder girl. She raised iiin a cry, almost a iom the undergrowth, ie's arms cried out "I believe she understands," said Bowie. forts to make the girls understand English had been. He tried his sign language. It was a passport with any tribe east of the Sierras, but not here. With all three chattering at the same time, Monica took the chil-dren down to thl river, washed their faces vigorously with only sand for soap, talking excitedly while this went on. The men had dismounted, hobbled the horses and turned them out on the grass that bordered the banks, and made ready to camp. Simmie opened the reserves of venison. When Monica saw there was no salt she ran all the way to the half-burne- d ranch house and re-turned with a supply. It was mixed with ashes, but to the travelers it was more welcome than gold. She brought, too, earthenware cups and two loaves of badly scorched bread for the strange men. It was ravenously dug into and rav-enously devoured by men who had tasted no bread for weeks. It was a happy supper for three ragged, bearded and bronzed fron-tiersmen, one keen-visage- d and bus-tling Indian woman, and two deli-cately shy promises for California's future womanhood. Monica seemed to know even the horses. She talked volubly to the children while she patted on the neck the horse Bowie rode. Inspecting the saddle and mo-chil- a, her voice broke. Her eyes filled, but she covertly brushed the warriors and robbed them at leas of their human victims. It was not the first time, the padre saic sadly, that Spanish girls and worn en had been carried away by bad Indians raiding the ranchos. And rarely had rescue parties, however expeditious or well equipped, been able to recover the unhappy cap-tives if the raiders could reach the high mountains first. And, he added, these thrice-unhapp- y victims of their savagery had been made creatures to the chiefs so it had been learned from neophytes. The southern In-dians, he added, were even more warlike and ferocious than the tribes about the northern missions. These wretches were Quemayas or Yu-ma- s. Both had been scourges of their missions and settlers for sixty years or more. i "I appreciate all you say, Padre." one might be killed, for we would not submit to detention. My business on the coast demands speed. Ex-- , cuse us from that venture." "Then what is your wish?" "Padre, we were forced to kill our horses when we were starving. These horses we ride were captured from the savages. No doubt they belong to the ranchero who was murdered. They should be returned to his family the trappings are val- - uable. But we shall be left horse-less. I have no money what shall we do?" "What do you want to do, my son?" "To leave your hospitable roof be-fore daybreak to continue our jour-ney north." "Where to?" The Texan smiled again. "Padre, ousnes across the a woman stood time to inspect ,ctges called again a frenzy of joy. lica!" , a strange-lookin- g fr aunt face was reams of dis-o- n her shoul-,J- 1 !own covered her jft But when she Plaintive cry from ne quivered. Her ZvT up and screamed, The hurried ere not under-- y surprised Te-l- 6 tole gin broke responses her She spoke so UuShed as he lis- - PTER V ?Lmen?" askel the suspiciously . Piped the little us away from Monica. Many and father'' " ..,asKed hysterically. sobbed the i0 water al- - rde lnt0 i, ra fari down to :Ca0rmgjris' "yin ''msfranticaUy tears away lest the gins see mem. After the repast Bowie engaged Monica in a sign conversation forged of sheer necessity. She slowly suc-ceeded in getting him and his com-panions to comprehend that these ru-ins to which she pointed with exces-sive grief had been her home and the home of these girls, whence they had been stolen. In improvised mummery Bowie asked what he should do with the children. Monica made many ges-tures, uttered and repeated one word. "San Diego! San Diego!" Bowie shook his head in dissent. "No, no, San Diego." "But yes," urged Monica, adding, "that is where their mother is." Bowie understood "San Diego, but the rest was Greek, and he re-fused positively to go to San Diego. "That," said he to Monica though she understood not at all "is where they like to lock up Tejanos and starve them to death! No San D-iego." His refusal she at last grasped. Then with abundance of signs she suggested a place nearer. "Mision!" she exclaimed. "Mis-ion!- " And pointed with much en-ergy and with a vigorous finger again and again to the south. Bowie watched her closely. About all he could grasp was her emphatic earnestness. Her big hollow eyes Hashed, and appeal filled her voice. He talked with his men; neither could imagine the meaning of 'Mis-ion!- " The situation was baffling, and after some delay Bowie agreed to accompany her to learn exactly what she meant The girls, needing much reassur-ance from Monica, were taken up again by the Texans. and. with Mon-- "And now," he asked in conclu-sion, raising his hands as he re-garded the orphans with a world of pity, "what shall be done? Monica," he said in Spanish, "you know the quarters for the unmarried women. Take the children and find lodging for them and for yourself for the night. In the morning we shall see." When the three had left the room the padre explained to Bowie that he could not speak freely before the innocent victims of the savages or disclose that these had murdered their father. He added that the mother was at San Diego at the home of a relative and that her son. brother to the little ones, was with her He suggested that the Tejanos, supplied with a guard of soldiers from the mission, take the rescued cirls to San Diego in the morning to receive the thanks and gratitude of their mother and relatives. Where, he doubted not, a generous reward would in part recompense dangers they bad in-curred them for the in battling the savages and incurred in re-storing for the hardships the precious ones to their despairing family. Bowie listened carefully. He liked padre; he felt instinctively that Je could trust him; yet he felt. too. of caution in all his move-ments and contacts in California I appreciate all you say. Padre. difficulties. But there are Such as what, my son?" question: are you Let me ask a Mexican or Spanish?" 'ked Sulzz'ca"y JX; he Pre spoke with a twinkle to Ss "My son. Spanish priests lire not now supposed to be in Can-forn- ia missions." I have not given you my name, .ex-cuse that I say only, I am bound north." "As far as Mission San Francisco de Asis?" "Probably." "Then I can help you." "But why should you help me, Padre?" "Because," he went on in broken English, "you have done an inesti-mable charity to my dearest friends. None but a humane, an honorable, man would have endangered his life to rescue the helpless prisoners of these unhappy savages and now de-part without asking or expecting recompense." Bowie laughed. "Padre, you for-get Indians mean Indians wher-ever and however found, are poison to Texans." The priest spoke on. "1 forget nothing, my son; I take nothing back. It is true," he added sadly, "the Philistines have despoiled us, as they have all the missions. They leave us nothing they can sell for money or put to their uses. A few horses remain to us in our poverty. These I place at your disposal." "I will pay well for them. Padre when I have the means." "You will pay nothing for them. I have made a poor face, true. Bu1 that is only to explain. Our best horses are gone, but we still have a few homely, hardy beasts that wil carry you safely even these may be pillaged from us tomorrow. And 1 will give you a silent trustworthy Indian for a guide." "That would be wonderful." an rf. cnTiL ED) JTERNh 'w Ueparthent navy braid, or beige with scarlet It's a good style for checked ging-ham and sharkskin, too. Send for the pattern right now. Be among the first to wear itt Pattern No. 8738 is designed for sizes 11, 13, 13, 17 and 19. Size 13 requires 4Vi yards of 35-in- ma-terial without nap; BlA yards braid. Send order to: SEWINO CIRCLE PATTERN DEPT. 149 New Montgomery Ave. San Francisco . Calll. Enclose IS centi In coins (or Pattern No Size Name , Address , O EMEMBER how nice you used to look and feel when you tripped off to school in a fresh white blouse with a sailor collar? 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Sunkist brings you the pick of California's finest-ev-er crop of summer oranges. Buy a supply next time you buy groceries. Copyright. 1940, California Fmil Craina E y Step (m mMi:mmmB By VIRGINIA VALE (Released by Western Newspaper Union.) HOLLYWOOD is all agog that's to take place on August 25th at the RKO studios. The par-ticipants are Jack Oakie and George Bancroft, and the event is of all things! a table- -setting contest! It all started when a Los Angeles department store persuaded ten prominent men about town to set tables as each thought they should be set. Oakie and Bancroft saw the exhibit, and the argument was on, each being perfectly iure that he could out-d- o the other 11 ever heaven forbid he had to set ta-ble. First thing they knew, they'd arranged the contest; the only rules are that they'll use modern Amerl- - P- lt.lU,HI.,WWlt,,,l,ff,,lu.WW,M.t... ,0y- - J A it : ! I fa srwuiinrMi-- - - VIVIAN LEIGH can glassware and keep expendi-tures down to $40. The loser will eet a table and serve dinner for 16 of the winner's friends. Vivian Leigh and Laurence Oliv-ier are to be in a story based on the romance of Lord Nel-son and Lady Hamilton, an Alex-ander Korda picture. Remember-ing what a superb picture he made of "Henry the Eighth," it seems certain that his version of the fa-mous love story of the famous ad-miral will be one of the year's best pictures. Phyllis Kennedy ought to succeed if anybody should first she broke her back, and later she accepted ad-vice that wasn't very good and lost a grand opportunity and now she's started toward the top again. In 1933 she was dancing with a troupe in Denver, and fell and frac-tured her spine. Doctors said she'd never walk again. Two years later she was dancing once more. She was engaged for chorus work in the Astaire-Roger- s musicals, and her gift for comedy got her the role of the maid in "Stage Door." Warner Brothers offered her a contract, but she hesitated, let people tell her what to do, and the chance slipped away. She's working now in "Honey-moon for Three," and Lloyd Bacon, who's directing, Is helping by build-ing up her role. Watch her she's bound to get ahead this time! Douglas Fairbanks Jr. may have been something of a playboy some years ago, but now he's nothing if not a solid citizen. Married happi-ly, and the proud father of a three-year-ol- d daughter, he's not only the star of Columbia's "Before I Die," but Its as well That means being on the set early and late, whether he's appearing before the cameras or not The girls of Hollywood are wear-ing red, white and blue these days. Penny Singleton appeared at a bene-fit in a cotton evening gown hav-ing a white skirt and a bodice that was red and blue; Anita Louise, told to wear a novelty necklace in "I'm for Rent," chose a silver chain from which were suspended miniature flags of the 23 American countries; Evelyn Keyes has a red, white and bine straw bat, and Frances Robin-son's leather handbag has a flag on either side. Uncle Ezra's Rosedale Silver Cor-net Band rehearses longer than the actors on that popular radio pro-gram, Just to achieve those peculiar off-ke- y effects that drive music lov-ers mad. The reason the band has to rehearse so long to sound so dis-cordant is that each man is an ac-complished musician; "We work harder than Toscanini," declared Director Bruce Kamman, "Just to perfect a musical mistake!" Paramount's going to do right handsomely by Joel McCrea he's been assigned to the lead in "Bot-any Bay," a story by James Nor-man Hall, one of the authors of "Mutiny on the Bounty." "Bottom Bay" is one of those high-ly dramatic tales, laid in the period just after the American Revolution. Jean Hersholt's dream of years, a Hollywood home for aged and in-capacitated film workers, is soon to be a reality. As president of the Motion Picture Relief fund, he apri members of the organization's ex-ecutive committee will soon begin looking for a site for the home. They have more than a half million dollars, earned by the stars who do-nated their services to the CBS Screen Guild program so that the money could go into the fund. I HOUSEHOLD AjR QUESTIONS Clean paint brushes used for en-ameling with turpentine. When used to shellac, clean with de-natured alcohol. Grass stains can easily be re-moved from linens, cottons or white stockings by rubbing the stains with molasses before wash-ing. Delicate colors in washing ma-terials will not fade if before be-ing washed they ore soaked in tepid water to which a few drops of turpentine have been added. All vegetables should be put on to cook in boiling water. This holds the major portion of the mineral matter and starch within. The backs of pictures should be inspected from time to time. If there are any hbles in the paper, fresh pieces should be pasted over them, or dust will get in. When stewing fruit, add the sug-ar just before taking the fruit off the stove. In this way far less sugar is needed than if it is put in at the beginning. When laundering curtains of voile, scrim or any material which has to be ironed, if they are folded so the selvage ends are together and ironed, they will hang per-fectly even and straight. |
