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Show fAGE BEAR RIVER VALLElTLgADER, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBSR 3, 1931 11 H lay There now, so freen, so lush. with. Its beans. Its squash. Its ridiculous onions, taunting her. derid ing her, like a mirage in the desert Queeriy enough, she bad no. better luck with her share in an oil lease for which she had paid a substantial sum much more than she could afford to TEIs Cimarron those rough and "crowded For Hi. Tt was this precious and dreadful stuff ! that shot the oil up out of the earth. Hard lads in corduroys took their chances and pocketed their high pay, g wagons, singdriving the ing as they drove, a red shirt tall tied to a pole flaunting Its warning at the lose. Machinery, crew, days of drill-loweeks of drilling, sand, shale, salt back ef the load. Often an expected The well had come up dry a duster. wagon would fail to appear. The on the field never took the That which happened to Sabra hap- workers to trace it or the time to wait trouble The stuff was pened te thousands. for It They knew that somewhere s be Here might elusive, tantilizlng. the road was a great gaping gusher vomiting millions. Fifty feet along hole, with never a sizable fragment of a much so as of not spot grease away or steel or bone or flesh anyeould be forced to the surface For- wood where for yards around to tell the tune seemed to take a delight in choos tale they already knew. ing strange victims for ber pranks. Acres that had been carefully tended Erv Wlssler, the gawk who delivered so that they might yield their scanty door each the milk to Sabra's morning, of cabbages, onions, potatoes were found himself owner of a gusher whose crop abandoned to oil, the garden truck rotseven thouhim outpourings yielded sand dollars a day. He could not ting in the ground. Rawboned farmers and their scrawny wives and grasp it "Why, Xrv !" Sabra exclaimed, when pindling brats, grown spectacularly he arrived at her kitchen door as rich overnight, walked out of their houses without taking the trouble to usual, smelling of the barnyard. "Seven thousand dollars a day! What move the furniture or lock the door. in the world are you going to do It was not worth while. They left the sleazy curtains on the windows, with it!" Erv's putty features and all bis the pots on the stove. The oil crew, frame seemed to stiffen clanking In, did not bother to wreck the house unless they found it neceswith the effort of his new and momentous resolve. "Well, I tell you, Mis' sary. In the midst of an Inferno of oil rigs, drills, smoke, steam, and seepCravat, I made up my mind I ain't oil itself the passer-bwould often ing no demore make to Sunday foing farmhouse, its to hire see a weather-beatelivery myself. I'm Pete Lynch's boy to take the milk windows broken, its front askew, like a beldame gone mad, gray hair streamroute Sundays." about her crazed face as she stared In one knew the Osage Every story ing of Fred Sloat's wife when the news out at the pandemonium of oil hell was brought to her that weeks of about her. The farmers moved Into Osage, or drilling on the sterile little Sloat farm had brought up a gusher. They had Oklahoma City, or Wahoo. They eome running to her across the bought automobiles and silk shirts and like children, The men sat trampled fields with the news. She on the front porch in shirt sleeves had stood there on the back porch of the shabby farmhouse, a bony drudge, and stocking feet and spat tobacco Juice into the fresh young grass. unlovely as the house itself. Mile on mile, as far as the eye could "Millions!" they shouted at her. were the skeleton frames of oil see, "Millions and millions I What are you outlined against the sky like giant rigs 'going to do?" Martian figures stalking across the Fred Sloat's wife had looked down landscspe. Horrible new towns Bret at her hands, shriveled and gnarled Harte wooden-fron- t towns sprang up from alkali water and rough work, overnight on the heels of an oil strike ; "he wiped them now on a corner of towns inhabited by people who never her gingham apron with a gesture of meant to stay In them ; stark and hidutter finality. Her meager shoulders eous houses thrown up by dwellers straightened. The querulous voice who never Intended to remain In them ; took on a note of defiance. rude frontier crossroad stores stuffed "From now on I'm goin' to have the with the necessities of frontier life washin' done out" and the InvnrlM of sudden wealth all In those first few frenzied weeks Jumbled together In a sort of merthere was no time for scientific meth- cantile The thump and ods. That came later. Now. in the clank miscegenation. of the pump and drill; curses, rush of It, they all but burrowed in the clatter of thick dishes, the the red clay with their finger nails. shouts; clink of glasses, the shrill laughter of Men prowled the plains with divining Oil. shanties. women; rods, with absurd things called witch itself over the prairies like smearing sticks, hoping thus to detect the pre- a plague, kilting lie grass, blighting cious stuff beneath the earth's surface. the trees, spreading over the surface For years the meandering red clay of the creeks and rivers. Signs tacked roads that were little more than trails to tree stumps or posts ; For Amhad seen only occasional buggies, farm bulance Call 487. Sim Neeley. Underwagons, horsemen, an Indian family taker. Call 549. Call Doctor Keogh creeping along In a miserable cart or 735. rarely an automobile making perilOklahoma the Red People's counous progress through the thick dust in under the hot sumtry the dry season or the slippery dough mer lay heaving and dreadful thing a searred sun, in the wet. Now those same roads with the oil drooling down its face a were choked, impassable. The frail viscid stream. wooden bridges over creeks Wyatt, who used to drive the and draws sagged and splintered with busTracy and dray line between Wahoo and the stream of traffic, but no one took to the reins like a the time to repair them. A torrent of Osage, standing up charioteer as vehicles of every description flowed the wagon bumped over the rough without ceasing, night and day. Fre roads, was one of the richest men in quently the torrent choked Itself with Oklahoma In the whole of the United its own volume, and then the thoufor that matter. Wyatt. The sands were piled there, locked, curs- States, Oil company. In another five Wyatt ing, writhing, battling, on their way to the Wyatt Oil companies. You the oil fields. From the Crook Nose years were to see their signs all over the field to Wahoo was a scant four miles; world. The "Big Boys" from the It sometimes took half a day to cover were to come to him, hat In hand, East it In a motor car. Trucks, drays, to ask his advice about this; to seek wagons, rigs, flivvers, buckboanls. his favor for that. The sum of his Every day was like the day of the Income was fantastic. The mind death-dealin- g, .Br. EDNA FER6ER ' Copyright kr Sdu WOT SmtIb rrkb( "Now. now," Mid Sol Levy, and mad a llttla comforting noise between tongue and teeth. "So bad It Unt What did the boy do, he went out to see the sights on the reservation and try what It waa like to eat thla dope Btnff thla peyote. Say, when I waa a boy I did lota worse." She did not seem to pay much heed to thla, but It must hare penetrated her numbed brain at last, for presently the stopped the painful sobbing and looked down at his lovely smiling face la her lap, the long lashes, like a girl's, resting so fragilely on the olive cheek. "He wanted to go. I wouldn't let blm. Is It too late, Soir "Go? Go where V "The Colorado school of mines. Geology." : Too latel That kid there! Dont talk foolish. September. This is the time to go.' It Just starts. Sure hell 'go." They drove through the yard, over carefully tended grass, of i which she was so proud, right to the edge of the porch steps, and so, drag-- , ging again and pulling, they got bias la, undressed him; she washed his face. "Well," said Sol Levy. "I guess I then have jgo and open the store and i a good cup of coffee." She put out her hand. Her lower Up was caught between her teeth, aharp and tight Her face was dis- Sabra'i dust-smear- torted absurdly with ber effort not to cry. But when he would have patted her grimed and trembling hand .with his own. In a gesture of comforting, he caught his hand to her lips and kissed It The sound of the horses' hoofs died away on the still morning air. She looked down at Cim. She thought, I will take a bath, and then I will have some coffee, too. Yancey has gone again. Has left me. I know that. How do I know It? Well, nothing more can happen to me now. I have had It all, and I bar borne It. Nothing more can happen to me now. CHAPTER XII For years Oklahoma had longed for statehood as a bride awaits the dawn of her wedding day. At last, "Behold the bridegroom 1" said a paternal government handing her over to the Union. "Here is a star for your forehead. Meet the family." Then, at the very altar, the final words spoken, the pact sealed, the bride had turned to encounter a strangeran unexpected guest, dazzling, breath-takinembodying all her wildest girlish dreams. 1" yelled Oklaho"Bridegroom h ma, hurling herself into the stranger's arms. "What's family to niel Go away I Don't bother me. I'm busy." The name of the gorgeous stranger g, 1 was Oil. OIL Nothing else mattered. Okla- the homa, the dry, the wind-swep- t, burning, was a sea of hidden oil. The red prairies, pricked, ran black and slimy with it The work of years was undone in a day. The sunbonnets shrank back, aghast. Compared to that which now took place the early days following the Run In '89 were Idyllic. They swarmed on Oklahoma from every state In the Union. The plains became black with little eager delving figures. The sanguine roads were choked with every sort of vehicle. Once more tent and shanty towns sprang up where the day before had been only open prairie staring up at a blazing sky. Again the gambling tent the r, the roaring saloon, the dance hall, the harlot. Hen fought, stole, killed, died for a piece of ground beneath whose arid surface lay who knew what wealth of fluid richness. Every barren sunbaked farm was a potential fortune; every ditch and draw and dried-ucreek bed might conceal liquid treasure. The Wildcat field ranhandle Cimarron Crook Nose Cartwrlght Wahoo Bear Creek these became magic names; these were the Seven Cities of Cibola, rich beyond Corona-do'- s wildest dream. Millions of har-'rel- s of oil burst through the sand and jihale and clay and drenched the parched earth. Drill, pump, blast. Jfltroglycerln. Here she comes. A roar. Oklahoma went stark raving mad. Sabra Cravat went oil mad with the rest of them. Just outside the town of Osage, for miles around, they were drilling. There was that piece of farm land she hod bought years ago, when Yancey first showed signs of restlessness. She had thought her-e- lf shrewd to have picked up this fertile little oasis In the midst of the bare unlovely plain. She was proud of ber bit of farm land 'with its plump yield of alfalfa, corn, potatoes, and tardea truck. She knew now why It had been ao prolific. By a whim of nature rich black oil lay under oil that airroundlng land, rendering it barren through Its bidden riches. No taint f corroding oil ran beneath that tract ff Cravat farm land, and. because of p . . loose-hun- g y n gew-gaw- s, ' I one-wa- y good-nature- d Opening hark In '80. Millionaire pro- moters from the East, engineers, prospectors, drillers, tool dressers, shooters, pumpers, roustabouts, Indians. Men in suits and shirts from Charvet's. Only the ruthless and desperate survived. In the days of the covered wagon scarcely twenty years earlier those roads had been trails over the hot, dry plains marked by the bleaching skull of a steer or the carcass of a horse, picked clean by the desert scavengers and turned white and desolate to the blazing sky. A wagon wheel, a rusted rim, a split wagon tongue lay at the side of the trail, mute evidence of a traveler laboriously crawling his way across the prairie. Now the ditches by the side of these same roads were strewn with the bodies of wrecked and abandoned London-tailore- automobiles, d their skeletons stripped and rotting, their lamps staring up at the sky like sightless eyes, testimony to the passing of the modern ravlsher of that tortured region. Up and down the roads, fenders dust-choke- d ripped oft like flies' wings, wheels interlocking, trucks overturned, loads sunk In the mud, plank bridges splitting beneath the strain. Devil take the hindmost. It was like an army push, but without an army's morale or discipline. Bear Creek boasted a killing a day and not a Jail nor a courthouse for miles around. Men and women, manacled to a common chain, were marched like slave convicts down the road to the nearest temple of Justice, a rough pine shack In a town that had sprung overnight on the prairie. There were no railroads where there had been no towns. Boilers loaded on two wagons were hauled by twenty mule-teaoutfits. Stuck In the mud as they Inevitably were, only mules could have pulled the load out. Long lines of them choked the already Impassable road. Wagons were heaped with the pipes through which the oil must be led; with lumber, hardware, rigs, tools, portable houses nil the vast paraphernalia of sudden wealth and growth In p frontier community. Tongh careless young boys drove the cars, jjeadlj Job on nltro-glycerj- n j red-face- d dally simply did not grasp it. Tracy himself was. by now, a portly and not undignified looking man of a little more rubithan fifty. His cund face wore the grave slightly astonished look of a commonplace man who suddenly finds himself a personage. .Mrs. Wyatt, plainer, more horse-face- d than ever In her expensive New York clothes, tried to patronize Sabra Cravat, but the Whipple blood was no match for the Marcy. The new money affected Mrs. Wyatt queeriy. She became nervous, full of spWn, and the eastern doctors spoke to her of high blood pressure. Sabra frankly envied these lucky ones. A letter from the Felice Venable to her daughter was characteristic of that awesome old matriarch. Sabra still dreaded to open her mother's letters. They always contained a sting. "All this talk of oil and millions and every one In Oklahoma rolling In It. I'll be bound that you and that husband of yours haven't so much as enough to fill a lamp. Trust Yancey Cravnt to got bold of the wrong piece of land. Well, at least you can't be It has been like that disappointed. from the day you married him. though you can't say your mother didn't warn yon. I hope Donna will show more sense." Donna, home after two years at Miss Dignum's on the nudson, seemed Indeed to be a granddaughter after Felice Vonable's own heart She was, In coloring, contour, manner, and outlook, so unlike the other Oklahoma girls Czarina McKee, Gazelle Slaughter, Jewel Rlggs, Maurine Turket as to make that tortured, day of her birth on the Oklahoma prairie almost nineteen years age seem impossible. Even daring her homecomings in the summer vacations she had about her an air of cool disdain to gether with a kind of disillusioned calculation very disconcerting to her former Intimates, not to speak of her own family. good-nature- adder-tongue- wind-devile- d (TO BE CENTINUED) d CHEMICAL SPRAY SPEEDS MAN'S WAR OV HOUSEHOLD FLY Riverside :- -a o o o o o o o o c 0:0 Those from Riverside who attended the Moon family reunion at Woodland, Saturday were: Mr. and Mrs. Ed mund Udy and daughter, June, Mr, and Mrs. Austin Udy and children, Mrs. Rowne ,Udy, Glen Udy, Mrs. Vera Woods and daughter, Velma, Mr. and Mrs. Karl Welling: and three small sons, Mr. and Mrs. George Forsbajpj and daughter, Dons and Mr. and Mrs. Joe Forsberg. Secretary of State Milton H. Willing of Salt Lake called on relatives here Sunday. Mrs. J. H. Ward entertained the ladies of the Farm Bureau at her home Friday. Sixteen ladies were present. Mrs. Lena Tubbs and Mrs. Marian Hales sang two selections and Mrs. Henry Manning and Miss Blanche Thompson, of Garland, also sang a duet Miss Edna Mae Ward and Miss Venna Kirgham were the accompanists. Mrs. Mabel Hadfield gave a book report, Mrs. Roy Shaw, of Brigham, Mrs. J. J. Orwin and Mrs. Fred Limb, of Garland and the ladies that sang were the special guests. The J. 0. Hadfield family, Mrs. Glen Walker and daughter, Betty and Mrs. E. W. Ward and children attended the reunion of the Smith family at Draper Saturday. Mrs. Walker and daughter visited with relatives until Monday. Miss Edith Olsen. of Brigham, was a week end guest of Miss Peg Capen-e- r. All through the ages, since human misfortunes were first chronicled, mankind has struggled to protect Itself from its chief peacetime and wartime enemy and annoyer the common house fly which is credited nowadays with causing 75,000 deaths annually. Paulus SHentiarius, the Roman, accomplished the first really progressive step In outsmarting the fly in the Sixth century, A. D., according to O. F. Hedenburg. director of the Rex Research Foundation, Chicago, which is warfare staging a modern nation-wid- e on household insect pests. This wily Roman ordered a fine net built around his bed to keep tbe flies away so he could sleep in peace. His method proved w good that it was used until recent years, as was the later and more widespread idea of Methodist Church Sunday, September 6th is the first Sunday of the conference year. Begin it right by attending a service of worship. When you read this announcement weigh all your excuses carefully It is easy to get by and ease the conscience with almost any excuse but will they stand the judgment of Jesus? Shall we see you at church Sunday? Morning Services: Sunday School 10 a. m., Mrs. P. E. Ault, Superintendent. Junior Church 11 a. m. This in "Missionary Sunday", and Mrs. Jen kins, Missionary Superintendent, will give the story. Evening Services: Both departments of the Epworth League will meet at 7:15 p. m. Service of worship at 8 p. m. with sermon by the pastor. Strangers in town over Sunday axe ' especially invited. Alvin R. Dickson, Pastor.-- 1 Iji "swatting." "More real progress in fly extermination has been made in tbe last five years than in tbe previous five cenCLUB REPORT OF turies through the development of scientific chemical sprays which deThe achievement day exercises of stroy flies in homes and elsewhere Cooking wholesale without Injuring humans or the South Tremonton held August 24th at the Evans animals," Doctor Hedenburg said. "This crowning achievement was Hall. An xcellent program and exhibit accomplished at Mellon Institute In the form of liquids, which, sprayed into was given. The exhibits were pudged exthe air, form a mist cloud that may be and the best chosen for the breathed by people with perfect safety hibits at the fair. Mrs. Ault and Miss but which quickly and efficiently elim- Jensen spoke. They gave instructions inates all insect pests in a room. It and encouragement for club work. leaves no stain on clothing or walls." Mrs. Ault awarded pins to the leaders, Doctor Hedenburg declares that Mrs. Ernest Cornwall and Miss VaLor Oscar Forsberg made a business trip homes should be sprayed with a good to Salt Lake and Draper Saturday. Iverson, also to ten fourth year R. D. Macfarlane and daughters, Insecticide twice dally, once, perhaps and to six second year club girls. Beth and Leon and Miss Maxine Aus- in the afternoon, to protect baby's At the close of the evening refreshnap, and once Just before bedtime, ments were served to those present tin, of Garland, motored to Elba, Ida- thus destroying all germ carrying or Club Reportr. ho, Saturday to visit with Mr. otherwise destructive insects that may mother. They returnel home have entered through opened doors or Sunday evening. meshes In the screens. Jack and Geo. Forsberg went to Og- den Sunday. All The Joe Moon family, of Malad, Ida Mrs. Rowane CARD ho, spent Monday with 4-- H club-wa- 4-- H 4-- s H club-girl- s Mac-farlan- Want to We Know Where We Can Find Service OF THANKS Udy. Mrs. Elmo Hansen and daughter, Valay, of Salt Lake, were guests at the Forsberg home from Wednesday until Monday. Mr. and Mrs. Ora Hyer, of Blue Creek, called at the J. H. Ward home Tuesday. J. A. Capener, of Salt Lake, came up Mondaf for a few days. We desire to express our deep to our many friends and neighbors who were kind and helpful to us during the death and burial of our beloved husband, son and brother. We especially thank the Brigham American Legion Post No. 10 under the command of LaMont Glover, and the Jex Capener went to Salt Lake Sun- color bearers of battery ',A", also of day. Brigham City, for the military serMrs. Josephine Swenson and small vices conducted by them. Mrs. J. Wendell Homer, daughter, and Miss Vera Bowcutt, of Salt Lake, were visiting at the Geo. Mrs. Olena J. Homer and family. Bowcutt home last week. Mrs. Bowcutt and daughter, Elaine, returned CARD OF THANKS with them and will visit for several days in Salt Iake. We desire to publicly express sinMr. and Mrs. Oswald Lawrence and cere appreciation and deep gratitude children and Mr. and Mrs. Russell to our many friends and neighbors and Bowcutt, of Richmond, were Sunday especially to the Bishopric of the guests of Mr. and Mrs. Lorenzo ward for the assistance they They moved from Richmond to rendered to us in the rebuilding of our Garland Monday to make their home home after one had been destroyed by for the winter. fire. You have made it possible for Mrs. Helen Capener and daughter us to have a home that we could not are visiting in Salt Lake. have built ourselves. Alvin Mortensen, of Montpelier, Your kindness and brotherly love exIdaho, is visiting in Riverside with his ceeds our ability to express our grasisters. titude for the same. Clyde Marsh, of Willard, came up Mr. and Mrs. H. P. Hansen Saturday and Mrs. Marsh and children and family. returned to Willard with him Sundty after spending two weeks here with Bids will be asked Sept. 1st for conher parents, Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Bow- struction of Dotsero cutoff between cutt Salt Lake City and Denver. Mr. and Mrs. Ira Ward entertained Jensen Construction underway on some relatives from Salt Lake Sunday. new link of Victory highway, U. S. No. 40, east of town. Fire Insurance All Kinds, Automobile Insurance, Fire, Theft, Collision, Public Liability, Property Damage, Plate Glass Insurance. BONDS Surety Bonds, Contract Bonds, Public Official Bonds. LOANS El-wo- od Bow-cue- e. , Deweyville Mr. and Mrs. Orvil Child, of Ogden, and Mr. W. W. Harwood, of Brigham City, were calling on relatives here Laura and at Thatcher Sunday. Wednesday a number of ladies met Hunsaker, of Honeyville entertained at the home of Mrs. Marvin Dustman at th home of Mrs. Duett Loveland. in her honor here Friday afternoon. A pleasant afternoon was spent and The afternoon was spent in visiting a tray lunch served. and a tray lunch was served to twenty-five guests. Saturday the ball team played ball at Plain City and were defeated. Mr. and Mrs. Willie Johnson and family attended the funeral of Mrs. Johnson's father, at Logan Sunday. Sunday Mr. and Mrs, Oliva Johnson and family, of this place, met with some 40 other relatives at the home of Mrs. Johnson's mother, Mrs. Marsh, at Willard. Saturday and Sunday Mr. and Mrs. John Becker, of Ogden, were guests of their parents, Mr. and Mrs. T. R. Ault Sunday Mrs. T. R. Ault entertained at dinner in honor of Mr and Mrs. Beckers first wedding anniversary. Sunday Mrs. N. Teter Marble entertained at her home in honor of her mother, Mrs. A. A. Loveland, of LoMrs. Ed Vctetto and Mrs. gan. Mrs. Frank Germen, of this place, visited Mrs. McMurdie, at Ogden. Mr. and Mrs. James Gardner were in Ogden on business Saturday. Mrs. J. A. Fryer and sons, Merlin Willis, and Wayne and daughter, Dar-lireturned from a trip to Mackel, Idaho. Tuesday Mrs. A. F. Loveland of Logan was entertained at the home of her sister, Mrs. R. N. Gardner, of this place, a lawn party consisting of games and melons were served for re- Farm Loans, Property Loans, - BUILDING & LOAN -- Save As You Please, Income Accounts, Savings' Certificates. NOTARY PUBLIC CONVEYANCING All of the above together with the best of service can be obtained from JAMES BROUGH Office Tremonton Res. BVR. Tel.- - Utah Bell Tel -- -- -- 101 31J.2 7 T n, freshments. Twenty-tw- o were present Mrs. N. Peter Marble was in Ogden Tuesday. Mr. and Mrs. IJoyd Lish visited relatives and friends at Salt Lake Saturday and Sunday. Mr. and Mrs. Fred Harwood, of Salt take and children on a return trip from Portland, Oregon, called on their parents, Mr. and Mrs. M. A. Llsh here Sunday. r i Celebration BRIGHAM SEPT, 00-- 02 UTAH 1931 p |