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WttV OUITUS, CUANIU AND ft : 3 " HB MOTH SPIAY Believe in Life Weve in immortality fa mi X. but it is first needful to be- We.-Robert Louis Steven- t MS JJW I00MS e 1000 BATHS ""Mpitiowoai Wist, francis ONION SQUARE ADVERTISING releadersnlnof b '"7 rouow tollpw to Hhts of comfort, of rcweace, of happmes8,, f goes on acfcerH 1 n h Used mora nA ii 1 tn - " used mora wo tUVtnfa ... . more, lt'itheway - 7 - Wy conc.rneJ. "t Con.. . . "v,nr included udi J bid V tube MOB it? ltid th. jD Bib I. B.C. Ul Ull .--J ntrpm no m r : jj :-. " j I 5 r-MsfeJ-M m mm m eaa 8YNOPS1S Don Alfredo, wealthy. Spanish owner of a Southern California rancho. refuses to need several warnings of a raid by a band of outlaw, Sierra Indians. One day after ha Jus finally decided to seek the protection of the nearby mission for his wlf and family, the Indians strike. Don Alfredo Is killed and his two young daughter are torn from the arms of the family's faithful maid. Monica, and are carried away to the hills. Padre Pas-quat Pas-quat missionary friend of the family, arrives at the rulna of the ranch and learna the story of the raid from Monica. Mon-ica. After a hying and dlfflault trip across the plains and mountains from Texas to California, youthful Henry Bow-le. Bow-le. a Texas adventurer, with bis friends, Ben Pardaloe and Slmmle. an Indian hav. carrier . off the tw , Uttl. girls. Ing the three Texans attack the war party of fifty-odd Indiana and through a clever ruse scatter the savages to the hills. The girls are saved but are still thoroughly frightened. CHAPTER IV Continued The result was maglcaL The rig- Id, fear-bound expression of the child's features brightened instantly to one of understanding. The suspicious suspi-cious eyes softened. This gesture was at least one she could comprehend. compre-hend. A timid smile gradually spread over her face. "I believe she understands." said Bowie. She allowed him to put the cup to her lips, drank lightly but gratefully, grateful-ly, looking up at him wonderingly between swallows. Her thirst was apparent Then she spoke to her sister as Bowie supposed her to be. With her cruelly stiffened arm she offered the water to her. The little one, drinking ravenously, finished the cup. Simmle ran to the stream and refilled it, and the two girls emptied a second cupful. They tasted tast-ed sparingly of the venison, but they ate, and afterward the two pitiful refugees rode with the formidably bearded Texans down the long reaches of the foothill slopes. After three days of riding they stumbled on a thing that gave them cheer; they pulled up their horses before a traveled way under their feet a plainly marked trail that ran almost at right angles to the direction di-rection in which they were riding. Though it was winding along the plain, across desert and over hills, this was, quite unknown to them, the highway of the king, linking, up and down the stretches of the coast, the missions that had brought to California authentic Christianity. They debated as to which way they should turn north or south. It was a question only to be answered an-swered by another: Whera were they? None of the three bad the vaguest idea. Bowie knew he wanted want-ed to get to Monterey that was alL Evidences of cultivated fields lay to the south, so for the south they headed. Toward nightfall they found themselves them-selves approaching something like a rancho. They quickened their pace, for thin streamers of smoke curled vaguely from what might be a house. Their surprise and disappointment disap-pointment was cruel when, reaching the crest of a rise, they saw in the fading light that the smoke rose from the ruins of a habitation. The little charges, carried by Bowie and the long-legged Pardaloe. had succumbed to the heat and fatigue fa-tigue of the long day's ride, and both were asleep on the breasts of their rescuers. Between the adventurers adven-turers and ruins lay a river. Along the bed, almost dry. a slender stream trickled through margins of cress and rushes. The horses stopped without invitation to slake their thirst Chaparral fringed the farther bank of the stream, and from this thicket there came a sud den cry. It awoke the elder girl. She raised her head. Again a cry. almost a shriek, came from the undergrowth. The girl in Bowie's arms cried out In return. The bushes across the river parted and a woman stood forth. Bowie had hardly time to Inspect her before his charges called again to the woman in a frenzy of joy. "Monica! Monica!" The woman was a strange-looking creature. Her gaunt face was framed by thin streams of disordered dis-ordered hair, falling on her shoulders. shoul-ders. A scant gown covered her emaciated figure. But when she heard the high, plaintive cry from the little girls she quivered. Her outstretched arms flew up and down. "Carmelital" she screamed. "Terecita, is it you?" The hurried words "In Spanish-- -were not Under? stood by the greatly surprised Te- ianos. Now the little girl broke tongue was loosed, bne spoxe so fast that Bowie laughed as he listened. lis-tened. CHAPTER V "Who are these men?" asked the Indian woman looking suspiciously at the 'horsemen,- "I don't know," piped the little one. "rney Drougni us away iroui the bad Indians, Monica. Many wicked Indians are killed. Where are my mother and falher?" "Where is your sister. Carme lite?" woman asked hysterically. "She is here." "Mother of Mercy," obbed the woman. I thanK you. The horses had token the water al lowed them. The Texans rode Into the river, and Monica ran down to meet them: the two girls, crying hard, held out their arms frantically is her PARMFIU vDAMNIA: WIIII'ILnV IIHNUIIU By FRANK H. SPEARMAN Bowie was nonplused. But Carme-lita Carme-lita gave him no time to decide what he ought to do. She wriggled with all her 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 released re-leased her likewise and with her short fat legs, not noticeably stiffened 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 nurse belongs to their family, anyway. any-way. Talk to her. Simmie." But Simmle'a efforts to make the woman understand his Creek or Seminole were as fruitless as the ef- "I believe she understands,' Bowie. said 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 children chil-dren down to the 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-burned ranch house and returned 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 men-It was ravenously dug into and ravenously rav-enously devoured by men who had tasted no bread for weeks. It was a happy supper for three ragged, bearded and bronzed frontiersmen, fron-tiersmen, one keen-visa ged and bustling 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 chila, her voice broke. Her eyes filled, but she covertly brushed the tears away lest the girls see them. After the repast Bowie engaged Monica in a sign conversation forged of sheer necessity. She slowly succeeded suc-ceeded in getting him and his companions com-panions to comprehend that these ruins ru-ins to which she pointed with excessive 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 gestures, 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. rthat; is: where; tM!;-n7-crr. : Bowie understood "San DiegoV but the rest was Greek, and he refused re-fused positively to go to Sn-Die go. '"That, said he Id Mohitfa though she understood not at all "is where they like to lock up Tejanos and starve them to death! .No San JDi ego,"..... . . . . His refusal she at last grasped. Then wiih abundance of signs the suggested a place nearer. . ,";Misionl" she exclaimed.. "Mis-Ion!" "Mis-Ion!" And pointed with mtich eri"-ergy eri"-ergy and with a vigorous anger again and again to the south. Bowie watched her closely. About all he could grasp was her emphatic earnestness. Her big hollow eyes flashed, and appeal filled her voice. He talked with his men; neither could imngme the meaning of "Mis-ion!" "Mis-ion!" The situation was bafTling. and after some delay Bowie ngreed to accompany her to learn exactly what she meant The girls, needing much reassurance reassur-ance from Monica, were taken up J again by the Texans, and. with Mon frabts i WNU Sarvic 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 surmounted sur-mounted by a cross. Bowie understood 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 vigorously. vigorous-ly. A man appeared and,openlng a peephole, asked questions. Monica 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 further fur-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. Bowie Bow-ie and Pardaloe dismounted, Simmie Sim-mie taking the horses. The two men followed Monica and her charges as the padre led them along a dark passageway. pas-sageway. On one side of it he paused at an open door and bowed the visitors vis-itors Into a commodious room mea-gerly mea-gerly furnished and lighted by two candles standing on a small oval table in the middle of the room-Motioning 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 indicating indi-cating again the little girls who clung to her as If afraid she might escape them. The padre listened gravely, following fol-lowing with his eyes the recital of the Indian woman. When she had finished he asked a few questions and turned his gaze across the sputtering 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-manas. her-manas. Where from you come? How you have the children? Who you are?" He spoke very slowly. Bowie responded re-sponded with more energy. The padre, 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 bad chanced on the fleeing warriors and robbed them at least of their human victims. It was not the first time, the padre said sadly, that Spanish girls and women wom-en bad 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 captives cap-tives if the raiders could reach the high mountains first And, he added, these thrice-unhappy victims of their savagery had been made creatures to the chiefs so it had been learned from neophytes. The southern Indians, In-dians, he added, were even more warlike and ferocious than the tribes about the northern missions. These wretches were Quemayas or Yu-mai. Yu-mai. Both had been scourges of their missions and settlers for sixty years or more. "And now," he asked in conclusion, conclu-sion, raising his hands as he regarded re-garded tiie orphans with a world of pity, "what shall be done? Monica." be 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 4flWf: San djf gp In -the mornlnf to receive the thanks and gratitude of their mother and relatives. Where, he doubted not a generous nwttd would ip. part. recmjense them for the dangers they had incurred in-curred in battling the savages and for 'the hardships incurred In restoring re-storing the precious ones to their depalring,family. . Bowie listened carefully. He liked the padre; be felt instinctively that he could trust him; yet he felt, too. the need of caution in all his movements move-ments and contacts in California. "I appreciate all you say. Padre. But there are difficulties." "Such as what, my son?" "Let me ask a question: are you Mexican or Spanish?" The padre locked quizzically . .V. - I 1.1 i.. grave; he spoKe.wim a iwuime m His eye. "My son. Spanish priests are not now supposed to be in California Cali-fornia missions." Frank H. Spaarma Bowie eaught the Implication. "Then as a Spaniard you, too, have felt the tyranny of the Mexican government gov-ernment May I give you a confidence?" confi-dence?" "It Involves no crime or wrongdoing?" wrong-doing?" "Certainly not" "What is your name?" "I am from the East Padre. We are Tejanos." "Granted." "So we are worse than Americanos. American-os. And we are now helpless. We used our slender stock of ammunition ammuni-tion in that fight with the Indians." "But you say, worse than Americanos Ameri-canos how so-?'- "Padre, do you remember the Alamo?" Al-amo?" The priest knit his brow in momentary mo-mentary perplexity, "t do remember remem-ber it." "Then well may Texans!" said Bowie gravely. "My scout Ben Pardaloe, Par-daloe, lost his uncle in that damnable damna-ble massacre by Santa Ana's Mexicans. Mexi-cans. Few are the Texans who cannot can-not count a friend or relative murdered mur-dered there." "That," argued the priest pacifically, 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. "$iat 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 Mexican 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- "I appreciate all yon say, Padre." one might be killed, for we would not submit to detention. My business on the coast demands speed. Excuse 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 valuable. val-uable. But we shall be left horseless. horse-less. I have no money what shall we do?" "What do you want to do. my son?" "To leave your hospitable roof before be-fore daybreak to continue our Journey Jour-ney north." "Where to?" The Texan smiled again. "Padre, I have not given you my name. Excuse 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 inestimable 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 depart de-part without 'asking ' or ' expecting recompense." Bowl laughed. "Padre, you forget for-get fiiainjmean . Indians Wherever Wher-ever and however found, are poison to Texans." . The priest spoke on. "i forget 'UfltftlDg. rm , son; i tekti nothing. back. It Is true." he added sadly; "the Philistines hay despoiled us. as they have all the missions. They leave us nothing they can sell tot money o put U their jus.es.,, A,fev , horses remain to us In our poverty These I place at your disposal." "I will pay well for them. Padr when I have -the means." "You will pay nothing for them. I have made a poor face. true. Bui that is only to explain. Our best horses are gone, but we still have s few homely, hardy beasts that wit carry you safely even these may b pillaged from us tomorrow. And I will give you a silent trustworthy Inditui for a guide." 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Fish are then driven into the nets by the fisherman as he approaches the net,, splashing downstream. down-stream. Sword Dance The sword dance originated In Zaporske. in the Ukraine, during very early history. It was created by Ukrainian Cossack knights, volunteer vol-unteer soldiers about whom many heroic songs are still being made. They were responsible for the shortlived short-lived republic of Ukraine. This sword dance is erroneously known as the Russian Cossack dance, because be-cause when the Russians took over 4he UkTaine,.tbey qlairned it as their own, It was used in the Ukraine in general merrymaking but especially especial-ly to celebrate victory, Tamburltsa The TamburiUa- is the oldest stringed instrument in use by a 'taiflsUiBri Nation."": Devised by CarV pathlan mountain shepherds more 'than 13 centuries ago, it consisted originally of two strings stretched along a piece of dry wood. From It have come all' th 'present mem-bers mem-bers of the tamburitza family of instruments. in-struments. Great European composers com-posers including . Brahms, Liszt, Strauss and Tschaikowsky have called upon such fundamental folk themes as these making some of their compositions. Most Venomous Snake The bushmaster. a member of the rattlesnake family found In the jungle, is the largest and most venomous ven-omous snake known, sometimes reaching a length of nine feet EPARTN ENT This version (Design No. 1962-B) is ideal for women's figures, be causa it hat a high-busted, narrow-hipped line. And that perfection perfec-tion of line is achieved so simply merely by means of long darts that narrow the waistline and break into soft fullness above and below. Gathers on the shoulders are the only other detailing. The rest is just long, straight seams. You can judge, therefore, bow easy this dress is to make. But you can't really teD what a distinctive, comfortable, charming charm-ing fashion it is until you have it on. Then you'll repeat it many times, in silk print, rayon sheers, and - street cottons like linen and batiste. Barbara Bell Pattern No. 1961-B Is designed de-signed for sizes 33, M. 38. 38. 40. L 44 and 48. Size 34 require, with Ions sleeves, 8ft yards of 39-lnch material; with short, 4 yard. Send order to: SEWING COtCLB PATTEKN DEPT. 14 New Moatomery Ave. Baa Francisco Calif. Enclose 13 cents In coins for Pattern No Size Nam . Address Our Deepest Chasm The deepest chasm in the United States and in continental North America is Hells canyon on the Snake river, directly along the border bor-der between Oregon and Idaho. This abyss, formed by the Wallowa Wallo-wa mountains of Oregon and the Seven Devils range in Idaho, is about 75 miles long. For over 40 miles it averages 3,510 feet in depth. At one point it is 7,900 feet deep, almost a mile and a half from rim to river, which exceeds by some 1,800 feet the 6,100-foot maximum for Grand canyon in Arizona. Pathfinder. In SALT LAKE CITY THE HOTEL Choice of thtDiscrimnatingTrareter stOO ROOMS 00 RATHx Rates: 2.00 to 4.00 awiwww4iaMj DANCE MIRROR ROOM EVUY SATUtOAY EVD&NS SUTTON I A Poor Seat Self-conceit is a poor seat to sU Ion. President for a Day For many years there has been an apparently well-grounded opinion that David Rice Atchison, a senator from Missouri, actually officiated as President of the United States for a day between March 3 and March 8, 1849, when President Taylor was inaugurated, in-augurated, due to the fact that the fourth of March fell on Sunday. That Biographical Directory of Members of Congress, which is compiled from official sources, contradicts this, the facts being as follows: Senator Atchison, At-chison, who had been president pro-tempore pro-tempore of the senate, terminated his office as senator on March S. 1849. He was re-elected for the term beginning March 4, 1849, but this day falling on Sunday, did not qualify until Monday, March 5, and was thereupon elected president presi-dent pro tempore of the senate for the purpose of administering the oath of office to the senators-elect. n mm DINE End of Gasparffla By 1821 the United States government govern-ment had made matters so difficult for Gasparilla, the famous pirate, fihpf ,Us pirate kingdom was broken up and its bounty of (30,000,000 di-' Tided. As he was about to sail away, a larg ..ship. cam, into th ... bay; appirrentiy" an1 English merchant mer-chant ship. Caspar at once prepared pre-pared to attack her, when she ran up th Stars and Stripes, proving tertettWIrii Kltfattiia:fa9itf lean man-of-war. The pirate ship was defeated, and Gaspar, winding a piece of anchor chain around his waist. Jumped overboard and was drowned.' Hit age was VS.-' Second Division Memorial The Second Division memorial in Washington, of marble and bronze, was designed by James Earle Fra-ser. Fra-ser. It portrays a great open door way, flanked by inscribed wings listing list-ing 12 major engagements In which( the division took part In the World war. Before the door stands an 18-foot 18-foot sword symbolizing the division's stand at Chateau-Thierry and Bel-leau Bel-leau Wod when It barred the way to Paris against the Germans. 1 |