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Show = CARMEN. “RANCHO 22—— THE TIMES-INDEPENDENT, MOAB, UTAH Follow These Rules When Addressing Christmas Cards Ask Me “Adother @ A General Quiz P By FRANK CHAPTER XVII—Continuea AR But only when their fears had proven groundless, when it became evident that not a living soul was within sight or hearing, did Bowie . and Carmen realize that a fountain of water close to the plaza was gushing with a roar into the air and ‘running like a river over the potrero. They looked at the church but did not recognize it. It dawned on them that the tower was gone. They hurried to the house. Their knocking brought no response. They turned to the door of the church; it was still barred. With .the earth shuddering every few moments un- - der their feet, they shouted together, called the names of the two padres and their own names. Slowly "and cautiously the church door was - unbarred. Padre Martinez opened to them. Every soul—men, women and children—of those at the mission were on their knees, .sending supplications up to heaven for help.. Carmen, ae into tears, joined them. CHAPTER XVIII It was days before Santa Clara Valley recovered from the shock of its mighty earthquake. Gradually news from the neighboring ranchos reached Rancho Guadalupe, and the excitement died when it was learned there had been no human casual- ties. . The earthquake was past; but Bowie’s most troublesome problem ‘still confronted him—the squatters. “The quake has chastened demoralized the fright *. stars in prayer when he rode away. The raiding party made a wide detour in their approach to the squatter quarter. They forded the river well above it and came slowly down through the hills on the farther end of the: settlement. The moon was high but the chaparral along the river near the Melena afforded some protection as the horsemen ee their way through it. In the silence after the next halfhour. one man, Bowie, emerging from the shadows, stepped to the ramshackle door of the nearest shack. It was built with a patchwork of boards picked up wherever found and dragged by lariat, behind a horse, to the camp site; willow poles chopped from the Melena brought sponse. had been added, together a tardy and profane ‘Get up,”” said Bowie ly. “I ‘want to talk to you.’ of made The squatters rode the fresher horses; they were more familiar suers, keep the country. not able their at every on moment purto chase and lau- succeeded the their dodge among the willows and rels, found their hands full. Bowie eyes And in chasing against the horizon. In the stillness of the early dawn, with Bowie straining every effort to keep his man in sight, the chase, mile after mile, went on; only the Bowie took Pardaloe, Simmie and flying rhythm of the horses’ hoofs Pedro with him. Crossing the rivthe silence ushering in a Profiting by the absence of re- broke out now, while you’ve got a chance.” er, he directed his men to ask the peaceful day. And where nature sistance from Don Ramon during A tall, gaunt and dirty specimen squatters to come out for a talk. offered every possible beauty to his long illness, Blood had built upon When six of them had straggled of the American outlaw frontiers- his claim a rough attempt at a calm the heart of man, two men from. their shacks Bowie, on his man of his day slowly emerged stockade. It stood on the brow of thundered in deadly enmity across a from the interior darkness into the horse, explained his mission. rise that overlooked the river for field of poppies that turned the dull clear moonlight that shone into the “I’ve called you together for a miles. The spot had been well cho- brown of the cropped grass for miles doorway. He was rigged in a loose plain talk, boys,’’ explained Bowie, into a glory of golden blooms. sen for defense and would prove, ragged shirt and loose ragged trouaddressing the six squatters and The Texan with straining eyes Bowie realized, a troublesome obsers. He. cursed and growled; their following of. twice as many held his man against the distant stacle to the cleanup. swore he knew nothing of any sumscraggly-looking men. ‘‘You are horizon. -No thought of relenting, no When they rode up in the moonfor claiming land here that doesn’t be- mons, had been in Yerba Buena thought of mercy, restrained him. light to Blodd’s place Bowie gave long to you. Hold on! Don’t all try three days, and* ordered the midThe insolence and invasion: of a orders to his scouts and vaqueros. night trespassers off his premises. to talk at once. Wait till I get ““Take no chances here. This man squatter might be forgiven. But the Bowie made no effort to appease through and you can have your say. is tough. He will shoot to kill; don’t Texan’s thoughts were set on the him. He repeated bluntly, ‘Get You’ve squatted here on a rancho cold-blooded murder of an unoffendlet him beat you to it. Scatter now. your belongings out of this shack if without leave from the owner, withing Indian. That murderer must Work around by the Melena. Don’t you don’t want ’em burned up.” out asking leave. be held and punished, and his purexpose yourselves any more than The squatter flew into a rage— ‘You are killing the rancho catsuer meant he should be. you have to.” apparently a planned one, for he tle about as you please. You claim With a sharp jerk of the bit Blood He had hardly spoken when the ended it suddenly by pulling a pisit’s to feed yourselves; you claim scream of a woman surprised ev- wheeled suddenly to the right, away that the owner’s got more cattle tol, hidden under his trouser band eryone. A second scream followed; from the poppies and toward the where his shirt hung loose, and firMelena. It was a desperate move than he needs and you haven’t got then a succession of moans, growing ing it straight into Bowie’s face. any. But you don’t say a word for refuge, but if the murderer could fainter. It was not quite fast enough, Bowgain the swamp. far enough ahead about his cattle that you’ve killed Bowie’s mind worked fast. He ie knocked the barrel aside and laid and sold in Monterey, do you? Not passed his rifle to the nearest va- of his pursuer he could turn on Bowthe butt of his own pistol heavily ie and pick him off his horse from a word about his beef quarters and. across the squatter’s head as the quero. “Spread out.and charge ’em, hides that you’ve traded for whisky boys. A fight inside is our only hiding. man sprang to clinch him. He It was a ten-mile run to the great there. You don’t say a word about slammed the squatter aside just as chance,”’ he shouted. ‘‘Scatter.’ raiding the rancho storehouse and swamp. Mile after mile fled under Spreading into a fan, they dashed a second man sprang like a panther the drumming feet of the straining helping yourselves to flour and grain forward. A second surprise greetthrough the doorway, knife in hand. and wine. That has happened twice. ponies. Yet Blood, even on the ed them at the stockade—a burst of It was a knife with a long blade. fresher mount, could gain but little “Now, all that’s going to stop.. I gunfire. A vaquero was knocked Bowie, taken somewhat by surprise, on his grim pursuer. Every glance say nothing more about old scores; from his saddle; a horse went down. confessed next day it looked a yard backward from the murderer’s sadabout your trying to burn the mislong. He ducked to one side, but Bowie and his two Texans galloped dle lessened his hope of a chance to Sion night before last and your dethrough the flimsy stockade to find the second squatter, a smaller and reload for a shot after gaining the manding that the Indian women be quicker man, got the knife point into themselves facing five fighting men. swamp, for Bowie, alive to the trick, sent out to you. They emptied their pistols, sprang Bowie’s left forearm before the latwas bent on defeating it. “But take notice: You’re headed, ter could escape it. The stab served from their saddles and rushed the Sooner than seemed possible, the. one and all, to get off Guadalupe only to enrage the Texan, and the squatters, who, clubbing their rifles, two men, racing on narrowing Rancho and off the mission lands in laid hotly about them. But they wiry squatter took a fast beating planes, thundered into the lush twenty-four hours or to stand your were dealing with men familiar with from the pistol butt while Pardaloe grass of the Melena border. Blood, ground with rifles and shotguns, For every trick of frontier fighting, and and Simmie threw and bound the glancing back over his shoulder, tomorrow morning I'll be here to the knives of the quick-footed Textall fellow. yelled a defiance and, halting on clean this whole mess up and it'll ans turned the tide. One of the “This buck is a wildcat,” exthe very edge of the morass, be done. That’s my say. Now you squatters went down, out. Two of claimed Bowie, turning his smaller whipped out a pistol and threw a talk.’’ captive over to Pedro. ‘Look for them ran for the cabin, and the re- shot at his pursuer. Deaf Peterson did talk, and he his knife, Pedro. It’s here some- maining two threw up their hands. It was an impossible shot, -made talked loud and long. ‘‘We stand on where on the ground. Felipe, fire Pricking them significantly, the Texfrom the saddle on a restive horse at our rights as bony fidey settlers and this shack. No matter about the be- an pushed them as unwilling shields more than fifty yards, yet the slug citizens of the United States of longings. A.gunshot flashed These fellows don’t de- toward the shack. went home, tearing into Bowie’s alAmerica,’”’ he shouted finally. “You The squatter hosserve any consideration. But first from the cabin. ready pricked right forearm and can’t scare us ’n’ we don’t surren- make tages yelled to the defenders not to sure there ‘isn’t someone shattering it between the elbow and der our homesteads for you nor for drunk and asleep inside.’’ shoot and, leaping to the shack door, wrist. all the greasers in Californy. Capt’n Pardaloe crashed it in and jumped Felipe, with lighted pitch’ pine, With an impatient curse the Blood’li be here tomorrow, boss. aside. hurried into and out of the empty wounded Texan, crouching in his Talk to him if you want to. ’N’ if cabin. There was no further fire from The next minute it was saddle, spurred headlong at his enyou’re looking for a fight you can within. The vaqueros came up with ablaze. The two squatters. were emy. But Blood did not wait for the get one right here now where you’re dragged away and left bound in the loaded rifles, torches were lighted, attack. Bowie knew that the squathorsin’ around.’’: and the men followed their leaders chaparral to work themselves free. ter must have a second loaded pis““You’ve had your warning, hove.” inside. *‘Move fast, boys,’’ counseled Bowtol or he never would have fired so retorted Bowie evenly; and without ie as he galloped with his men down An Indian woman, strapped and wild a shot—a shot with which he further parley he and his companthe river. ‘‘The whole nest will be gagged, lay on the floor. Pedro cut could at best only have hoped to ions rode away. awake after that -shot.’’ her bonds. She had been kidnaped hit the horse. But Blood did not After supper that night there was A quarter of a mile brought them from the mission. Two men,’ she know that Bowie had thrown away a council at the quarters of the to the second cabin. It was sounded, told them, had bound and gagged his empty pistols and now carried Guadalupe vaqueros. Bowie had as- searched, found empty, and burned. her when she had tried to escape. only a knife. The squatter wheeled sembled Pardaloe, Simmie, Pedro,. ‘Guess some of the boys skedadWho were they? Where were they? and plunged into the bog, sows Felipe and three of the hardiest of dled,’’ suggested Pardaloe. ‘‘How’s Bowie tried to learn. He flung open racing after him. the cowboys for a conference, The your arm, Henry?”’’ the back door. The moonlight When Blood, hotly pursued oe plan of an attack on the squatter “An nebt” streamed in. A rifle shot rang out Bowie, dashed into the swamp a stronghold was discussed. The sug*“Bleeding?”’ and tore into the lintel above his feathered scream rose from a myrigestion of a daylight assault was *““Not much.”’ head. It was from the woods and, ad of birds in their sanctuary, rudely abandoned since it was almost cer“Got it tied pretty well?” as Pardaloe shoved a screaming invaded. Slinking cats scampered tain to result in more casualties ‘Good enough for tonight. Te squatter into the doorway, a second madly from under the plunging than would be likely in a night raid. shot came from the woods. hoofs of the two horses. The MeIt was no part of Bowie’s plan to ‘‘There’s another shack,’’ ‘said *‘Hold on, Ben,’’ protested Bowie, lena woke in panic. shoot any squatters, but the rancho Pardaloe suddenly. ‘‘Look out!’’ pulling the squatter victim away. (TO BE CONTINUED) on. 9? all he wanted for sworn he would de- | ADDRESSING Christmas cards, many questions are bound to arise with regard to correct form. The following tips on addressing Christmas cards will, therefore, be welcomed by all who have cards to send. Christmas greeting cards fall into two general classes, formal and informal. If you use printed or engraved cards for formal use, the title Miss, Mr., or Mr. and Mrs. should preferably appear above the greeting. For instance: Mr. and Mrs. Frank Russell wish you a Merry Christmas,’’ rather than “‘A Merry Christmas from Mr. and Mrs. . Russell.’ ink, it is quite proper to sign, ‘Bill and Shirley,’’ or Bill and Shirley Adams, depending, of course, upon how well you know the acquaintance. A married woman, whether her husband is alive or not, should be addressed with ‘‘Mrs.”’ prefixed to her husband’s full name. Every ecard sent out should bear a Mr., Mrs., or Miss prefix. Failure to use his man out of the timber to a stretch of open country. Both horses, despite the desperate spurring of their riders, were showing the grueling pace, but both held out till day was breaking. Held his man [* Whose name should come first, the husband’s or the wife’s? Generally, the husband’s name comes first. On informal cards, signed in companion Bowie caught sight of the According to tradition what 4 The Answers Frank with solved to take himself and had fend himself, 2. great author of tragedies was killed by a tortoise, which an eagle let fall on his head? 3. George Washington’s estate was valued at a sum that would now be how much? 4. What Greek philosopher was hagged by-his wife Xanthippe? 5. Pilate’s words ‘“‘Ecce Homo”? are translated to mean what? 6. What. is mulled wine? 7, What is a blucher shoe? 8. What ship started for America with the Mayflower, but had to turn back? reached the timber before the squat- two dashing through the trees on horseback and gave chase to the one closest. Simmie, more enraged than seriously hurt, took after the other. It chanced that Peterson was Simmie’s quarry; Bowie was chasing Blood. re- 1. Which of the following is’ an oblate spheroid — an egg, the earth, or a baseball? ters could reload. Blood and his no stand, sharp- There was some moving and fumbling about inside with more profane questions. *‘We’re friends,” said Bowie, answering a question, ‘‘provided you behave yourself. Open the door.’ “Open it yourself,’ came the truculent challenge from within. Bowie kicked the door open and sprang to one side. At the same moment a pistol shot rang from within the shack. “What are you shooting at?’ asked Bowie casually. ‘‘Why waste your ammunition? There are twenty men out here. If you hit one you’ll be shot or hanged in ten minutes. We’re going to fire your shack. If you want quarter, come the temblor, had decided to seek other regions for their abode. But these were the milder mannered of the invaders. The hard cases remained. At daybreak the next morning ‘. It was after midnight when he called together his men and rode quietly away for the river. Carmen had refused to go to her room until he started. She was unnerved by the situation and the danger, and she stood with him at midnight in the patio until the last moment. Tears glistened in the moonlight as she lifted her face to the : The Questions A burst of gunfire flashed from “Do you want to murder the fel-the chaparral next the river. low?” Slugs whistled through the air. Felipe was *“‘Just want to see how many there hit but not badly. ‘‘Charge ’em!”’ is up there shooting,’’ said Pardashouted Bowie, and he spurred at loe amiably. And without hesitathe thicket. They rode down the tion he stepped into the doorway ambush before the three men within himself. No shot greeted him. it could reload. Short work was “‘Jus’s I thought; jus’ two uv ’em made. Two of the men were stopped fhere. Look here,’”’ he said, shakand bound. The third, dodging raping the squatter savagely, ‘‘who’s idly through the brush, was purup in the woods?” sued by Simmie out of the jungle, “Must be Deaf Peterson ’n’ the jerked from his feet by a lariat, and captain,”’ the squatter mumbled. finally trussed up with his compan“Jus’s I thought, Henry—Blood ions. Their rifles were hunted up and Peterson,’’ commented Pardaloe. in the thicket, found and thrown into the river. Shack after shack of “Get to the horses,” exclaimed that group was challenged and empBowie. ‘‘We’ll see how much fighi tied. Each squatter was allowed to there is in those fellows. Pedro, save what he had. The ranch horses look after the woman. Burn the they had stolen were claimed by shack and ride after us. That timPedro, but Bowie quickly repaired ber is thin; not much chance tc his tactical error in claiming them. hide. Go!’’ The run, with Pardaloe and the “Where can a man get to on foot long-bearded Simmie at Bowie’s in this country, Pedro? We want ’em heels, was across an open meadow to travel fast and far. Give ’em that exposed the riders to rifle fire. the horses.” At a point. where the river; fed by- This was held back until the. three were fair moonlight targets. confluents, broadened, and along the men But the beads were drawn on men slope running up toward the hills, lay some of the choicest field acres spurring hard and heading straight at the enemy. of the Guadalupe rancho. Here Blood, as squatter chief, had fixed The squatter rifles blazed. Blood, his own abode. With the airy as- especially, was accounted a dead surance of a squatter he had re- shot, but the odds that night were against marksmanship from the wood. Pardaloe’s horse stumbled. His knees crumpled, and Pardaloe took a cropper. Man and beast rolled violently along the ground. Simmie took a flesh wound under his right arm. Bowie, riding faster, Inside there, boys! Hello!” he called. A second and louder summons Bowie to be care- by passed. WNU Service his pistol on the flimsy. door. ‘*‘Hello! ful. y Scouting about among the squatters the day before, Simmie had learned that some half dozen of them, must be rid of their trespassing and their increasing depredations. No fixed plan was arrived at that night. The men chosen were only told to look to their arms, their ammunition, their mounts, and to hunt up a few knots for torches. Bowie understood the value of suspense to worry defenders of a post and made no move to leave the rancho until the next day had swamp them—couldn’t help but do it. Anyway, I’m going after them in the morning.”’ “As you think best, senor. Take care of yourself. To lose you would be to lose the whole battle for the rancho.” Carmen listened to the decision with uneasiness and anxiety, but there seemed no alternative. She, too, only begged © Frank H. Spearman with strips of condemned sails picked up from the water front a Monterey. Bowie knocked with the butt e He resolved to act at once. *“There’s nothing to be gained by temporizing—much may. be lost,’ he said to Don Ramon energetical- ly. H. SPEARMAN Superstitions this prefix is an unpardonable breach of courtesy. Do not address a divorcee by her maiden name, unless such name has been established by legal procedure. John Robertson may be a business associate of yours, to whom you want to send a Christmas card, but you do not know his wife. What shall you do in a case of this kind? It is quite proper to send your card to Mr. and Mrs. John Robertson, although, on the other hand, it is equally proper to send the card in his name only. It adds a little of the personal touch to learn the home address and send the card there, although directing the card to. a business address is quite proper. Some question as to the propriety of sending out Christmas cards may enter the minds of the family in mourning. By the same token, some question may arise as to the sending of Christmas cards to them. If the bereavement is very recent— within a month—it may be better for the family to omit Christmas cards, And cards to be sent to the family should be selected with considerable care. About 1. The earth. (Flattened or de pressed at the poles.) 2. Aeschylus. 3. $5,000,000. Socrates. 5. ‘Behold the man!”’ John 19:5, 6. Wine that is heated, sweetened and spiced. 7. One in which the quarters ex: tend forward to the throat of the vamp. 8. The EB scdell THE SMOKE ) OF SLOWER-BURNING CAMELS GIVES YOU= Christmas 1 pints meanings surround Christmas, according to superstitions believed in various parts of the world. @, In Holstein, Mistletoe is not only supposed to be a cure for all green wounds, but will insure success in the chase and give strength to the wrestler. @ Early Norsemen believed for centuries that the Mistletoe would give protection against both bodily ailments and evil spirits. q@ A person who is born on Christmas will have power to see and command spirits, according to a Scottish belief. @ French peasants believe that babies born on Christmas have the gift of phophecy. @, If a baby is born at sermon time on Christmas Eve in Middle Europe, it portends that someone in the house will die within the year. @, Daughters born in the Vosges, France, on December 25 will be wise, witty and virtuous. q@A baby born on Christmas in Silesia will become either a lawyer or a thief. ‘@ Girls in the ancient Duchy of Swavia seldom missed the opportunity offered by Christmas to look into the future at their future husbands. On Christmas Eve they would go to the woodpile to draw sticks. If a girl pulled a thick stick, her husband would be stout; if a long stick, he would be tall; if a crooked stick, he would be deformed. They would determine the business of their fu- ture husbands by dropping melted lead into a pan of cold water. The molten metal would form various shapes in cooling, and thus resemble the insignia of his occupation: ham- mer shape, a carpenter; shoe shape, a cobbler. Every piece of lead resembled some occupation to the old. wives. @ A maiden in Switzerland who accepts a bunch of Edelweiss at Christmas also accepts the man who proffers it. q@ All animals in the German Alps can speak on Christmas Eve. @, It is believed in the Netherlands that nothing sown on Christmas Eve will perish. Even seed sown in the snow will live. q@ A Bohemian wife will die within a year if she burns a Christmas cake. @, To insure an abundant harvest in Denmark, some of the bread baked on Christmas is kept until sowing time, when it is mixed with the seed. @, It is said that bread baked on Christmas in England never becomes moldy. @ Ashes must not be thrown out on Christmas day in some sections of Europe, thrown for into fear they the Savior’s might be face. @ Some families in Scandinavia place all their shoes together on Christmas. This will cause them to live in harmony throughout the year. ‘LESS NICOTINE than the average of the 4 other Christmas Tree Industry ‘Aims to Please’ selling of the largestcigarettes ted—less than tes- any of them —according to indeA highly developed indusiry, Christmas tree production aims to satisfy all types of customers. Here a workman after bundling his trees according to size and grade is sawing the butts to even lengths. In cities where ceilings are high, as in old communities, taller trees are desired. For modern low-ceilinged living rooms, only medium and shorter sizes find ready market. The most popular kind of Christmas tree is the fir. It is generally preferred because it tends to hold its needles longer than any other evergreen tree. Spruces, pines, hemlocks and red-cedars are also used as Christmas trees. . CHARM val OF French Village Portrays Story of Christ’s Birth CHRISTMAS HE chief charm of Christmas is its simplicity. It is a festithat appeals to everyone be- cause everyone can understand it. A genuine fellowship pervades our common life—a fellowship whose source is our common share in the world’s greatest Life which was given to the whole world.—Kimball. jo hem = Les Baux in France, a village of shepherds, puts on one of the most dramatic Christmas celebrations in the world, and has done it yearly for over a thousand years. The peasants act out the whole Bethlehem story. Joseph and Mary drive into the ‘‘City of David’’ with real oxen. Thousands of visitors come every Christmas eve to see the event. — pendent scientific tests |