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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Advocate, 1923-8-16, Page 6Can Learn More from a teapot test a Than we can tell you in a page of advertisement TRY IT TOK AY Trails WILLreur MACLEOD RAINE (Copyright, CHAPTER IL WILD ROSE TAKES THE DUST. "Wild Rose on. Wild Fire," shouted the announcer through a megaphone trained on the grand stand. Kirby Lane, who was leaning against the fence chatting with a friend, turned round and took notice. Most people did when Wild Rose held the centre of the stage. Through the gateway of the en- Closure came a girl hardly out of her teens. She was bareheaded, a cowboy hat in her hand. The sun, already slanting from the west, kissed her crisp, ruddy gold hair and set it sparkling. Her skin was shell pink, amber clear. She walked as might a young Greek goddess in the dawn of the world, with the free movement of one who loves the open sky and the wind-swept plain, Nave a packet in your pocket fee' ever -ready refreshment. Aida digestion. G'S9ba rs thirst. 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KENNEDY MANUFAC- TURING CO. 686 Henri Julien Montreal POWD nneal lr JulCo.,gt„ biouttoal.eieaee b an d fi it1 o t2Ctat a ou hiss .t) ' 5a'pba puteGt d • G''" J Thomas Allen,) A storm of hand -clapping swept th grand stand. Wild Rose acknowledg ed it with a happy little laugh. Thes dear people loved her. She knew it And not only because she pion. They made over her because o her slimness, her beauty, the aura daintiness that surrounded her, th little touches of shy youth that stil clung to her manner. Other rider of her sex might be rough, hoydenish, or masculine. Wild Rose had the charm of her name. Yet the muscles that rippled beneath her velvet ski were 'hard as nails. No broncho all could unseat her without the fight o its life. Meanwhile the outlaw horse Wil Fire was claiming its share of atten The broncho was a noted bucker Every year it made the circuit of th rodeos and.only twice had a ride stuck to the saddle without pullin leather. Now it had been roped an cornered. Half a dozen wranglers in chaps were trying to get it ready fo the saddle. From the red-hot eyes the brute a devil of fury glared at the men trying to thrust a guns sack over its head. The four le s were wide apart, the ears cocked teeth bared. The animal flung itsel skyward and came down on the boo of a puncher savagely. The man gay an involuntary howl of pain, but h clung to the rope snubbed round the wicked head. The gunny sack was pushed and pulled over the eyes. Wild Fire sub sided, trembling, while the bridle was adjusted and saddle slipped on. The girl attended to the cinching herself. If the saddle turned it might cost her life, and she preferred to take no un- necessary chances. She was dressed In green satin rid- ing clothes. A beaded bolero jacket fitted over a white silk blouse. Her boots were of buckskin, silver -spurred With her hat on, at a distance, on might have taken her for a slim, beau- tiful boy. Wild Rose swung to the saddle and adjusted her feet in the stirrups. The gunny sack was whipped from the horse's head. There was a wild'scuf- flo• of escaping wranglers. For a moment Wild Fire stood quiv- ering. The girl's hat swept through the air in front of its eyes. The horse woke to galvanized action. The back humped. It shot into the air with a writhing twist of the body. All four feet struck the ground together, straight and stiff as fence posts. The girl's head jerked forward as though it were on a hinge. The out- law went sunfishing, its forefeet al- most straight up. She was in the sad- dle when it came to all fours again. A series of jarring bucks, each ending with the force of a pile-driver as Wild Fire's hoofs struck earth, varied the programme. The rider,came down righting herself lf in he saddle as the horshalf s' ett] d for the next leap. But not once did her 'hands reach for the pommel of the saddle to steady her. Pitching and bucking, the animal humped forward to the fence. "Look out!" a judge yelled. It was too late. The rider could not deflect her mount. Into the fence went Wild Fire blindly and furiously. The girl thrbw up her leg to keep it from being jammed. Up went the broach° again before Wild Rose could find the stirrup. She knew she was gone, felteherself shooting forward. She struck the .ground close to the horse's hoofs. Wild Fire lunged at her. A bolt of pain like a red-hot iron seared through her. Through the air a rope whined. It settled over the head of the outlaw and instantly was jerked tight. Wild Fire, coming down hard for a second. lunge at the green crumpled head underfoot, was dragged sharply side- ways. Another lariat snaked forward and fell true. "Here, Cole!" The first roper thrust. the taut line into the hands of a puncher who had run forward: He himself dived for the still girl beneath the hoofs of the rearing horse. Catch- ing her by the arms,: be dragged her out of danger. She was unconscious. The cowboy picked her up and car- ried her to the waiting ambulance. The closed eyes flickered open. A puzzled little frown. rested in them. "What's up, Kirby?" asked Wild. Rose. ."You had a spill." "Took the dust, did I? He sensed. the disappointment in her voice. "You rode fine. He jammed you, into. the fence," explained the young man. The. doctor examined her. The right arm hung' limp. "Broken, I'm afraid," he. said. "Ever see` such luck?" the girl com- plained to Lane. "Probably they won't Jet me ,'ride in the wild -horse race' now." • ; "No chance, young lady," the doc- Minard'S Liniment Heals,Cuts. for said promptly. "I'm going take you Tight to the hospital." "I might get back in time, she sai hopefully. "You might, but you won't." "Oh, well," she sighed. "If you're going to act like that." The cowboy helped her into th ambulance and found himself.' i sea "Where do you think you're going? she asked with a smile a bit twiste by pain. "r reckon I'll go far as the hospita with you." "I reckon you won't. What do you think I am—a nice little parlor `girl who has to be petted when she gets hurt? You're on to ride inside of fif- teen minutes—and you know it," `'Oh, well! I'm lookin' for an alibi so as not to be beaten. That Cole San- born is sure a straight -up rider." "So's that Kirby Lane. You needn' think I'm going to let you beat you self out of the championship. Not s any one cot.".; '� tics it. Hop�out, sir." He rose, smiling ruefully. "You cer- tainly are one bossy kid," "I'd say you need bossing when you start to act so foolish," she retorted, flushing. "See you later," he called to her by way of good-bye. As the ambulance drove away she waved cheerfully at him a gauntleted hand. The cowpuncher turned back to the arena. The megaphone man was an - flouncing that the contest for the e world's rough -riding championship - would now be resumed. e to d a �!r t, Lee, eas- d 'MA'S BOWL 0':SUNSHINE, l When I was just a growin' lad Gee, what an appetite .I had! An' you just bet it wasn't ,bad To smell the things my Ma was • 'cookin', The biscuits buttered steamin' hot, The soup abuhblin', in , the pot, The crullers sprhikled'With a lot 0' sugar, brown an"teriptin' lookin', t • r_ To.see Ma spread the 'cloth so white O An' gently smooth it out just right Was such an appetizin' sight To waif we weren't hardly able; But 'fore we'd get a bite or sup' An' 'fore she'd lay a plate or, cup She'd 'have to go an' gather up A bowl o'' sunshine for the table. • CHAPTER III. f FOR THE CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WORLD. The less expert riders had been °f weeded out in the past two days. Only the champions of their respective sec- t tions were still in the running. One s after another these lean, brown men, chap -clad and bow-legged, Caine for- ward dragging their saddles and clamped themselves to the backs of ally hurricane outlaws which pitched, bucked, crashed into fences, and top pled over backward in their frenzied efforts to dislodge the human clothes- - The broncho busters endured the • usual luck of the day. Two were e thrown and picked themselves out of r the dust, chagrined and damaged, but g still grinning One drew a tame d! horse not to be driven into resistance either by fanning or scratching. Most r of the riders emerged from the ordeal of victorious. Meanwhile the spectators in the big grand stand, packed close Y as small apples in a box, watched g every rider and snatched at its thrills just as such crowds 'have done from f the time of Caligula. Kirby Lane,. from his seat on the e fence among a group of cowpunchers, e watched each rider no less closely. It chanced that he came last on the pro- gram for the day. When Cole Sanborn was in the saddle he made an audible - comment. "I'm looking at the next champion of the world," he announced. "Not onless you've got a lookin'- glass with you, old alkali," a small berry -brown youth in yellow -wool chaps retorted. Sanborn' was astride a noted outlaw known as Jazz. The horse was a sor- rel, and it knew all the tricks of its kind. It went sunfishing, tried weav- e; ing and fence -rowing, at last toppled aver backward after a frantic leap I upward. The rider, •Iong-bodied and lithe, rode like a centaur. Except for the moment when he stepped out of !the saddle as the outlaw fell on its !back, he stuck to his seat as though he were glued to it. "He's a right limber young fellow, an' he sure can ride. I'll say that," admitted one old cattleman, f "They don't grow no better busters," f another man spoke up. He was a neighbor of Sanborn and had his local pride. "From where I come from I we'll put our last nickel on Cole, you I betcha. He's top. hand with a rope, too." I "limp! Kirby here can make him !look like thirty cents, top of a bronc or with a lariat either one," the yel- low -chapped vaquero flung out bluntly. Lane looked at his champion, a trifle annoyed. "What's the use o' talkin' foolish- ness, Kent? I never saw the day I had anything on Cole." "Beat him at Pendleton, didn't you?" "Luck. I drew. the best horses." To Sanborn, who had finished his job and' was ,straddling wide -legged toward the group, Kirby threw up a hand of greeting. "Good work, old-timer. You're sure hellamile on a bronc." '(To.be continued.). Santiago, Chili, has a radio broad- casting station. A mysterious "army", of white ants has caused considerabledamage in the South of France, and colonies of these insects have now been discovered in - Paris. Children up to. 12 years of . age have been photographed standing on the giant leaves,; six to eight feet wide, of the Victoria Regia water -lily plants in Kew Gardens, London. Telegraphs in Uganda are not al- ways reliable, as the natives covet and often cut' down the copper wire for making into bracelets, necklaces, and leg -bands. Brave you slimed your shoes tocday? ISSUE No. 32—'23 Some pansies from themiddle bed, Nasturtium yellow flecked with red, Or golden blow with heavy•head,— Just flowers,—an' yet it seemed so funny, Black clouds might come to spoil your view, ' You might be feelin' mad clean through, But when them blossoms smiled at you The whole wide world grew fair an' sunny. There ain't a silken shaded light In any cabaret to -night Can lure a failin' appetite Like my Ma's golden flowers; They seemed to lay your meanness bare, An' like that sundial over there They spread their message every- where,— Let's only count the SUNNY hours! —Josephine A. Dempsey. RINSE COTTAGE CHEESY'.. Here is my way of making cottage cllrese. Sour the milk long enough tc have the whey show around the ed"es and on top of milk when press - nig on it. Put on the stove in a ilia - bottomed kettle (I use an aluminum dish pan) and heat gradually and stir occasionally until it is uncolnfortably hot for your hand down under the curd. Don't break curds more than can be helped. Remove from stove and pour through a colander and shake gently to remove all whey. Put the cheese back in a dish pan and cover with fresh cold water, stir- ring in quickly a scant teaspoon of soda. Pour through the colander again and rinse cheese once more in fresh water, being careful to get the soda washed out. Drain and mix with sa, lt pepper and cream to suit individual tastes. We like sugar in our cheese. I can make my cheese in time for dinner after I put the potatoes on to boil. Have sold this excellent cheese for a good price when I had the spare milk. A ropy cheese, I believe, comes from milk not sour enough or not stir- ring as it is heating.—Mrs. W. G. B. DOING IT THE EASIEST WAY., Down on the farm, whether it is warm or not, things have to keep moving. When the "dog days" come 1 plan my work to do it as easily as possible. Why ghiirn cream and then reduce it to a liquid for cooking? I substitute cream for butter in every 4_I'illei nitteen.1linlLLHRUM4n y, i MATCHES -alwags satisfy the housewife EVERYWHERE IN CANADA ASK FOR THEM HY NAME Delicious Desserts easily made with, mss.. __. 412) _ ... _._. QUICK . DINGS AND CUSTARDS Save time, trouble and riioney. Just add milk to contents of package. Boil for a min- ute—and serve. • Equally delicious, hot or • cold, Puddings Chocolaty, Cocoanut, Tapioca Custards Lemma, Vaught, Arrowroot, Nutmeg, Almond, *Plain At all'Gro©ers. t'fecify McL.4dlENS INVINCIBLE lade by MrLA.TLE;?i' LIMITED, Hamilton and'WlnniPeee. 1d A STYLISH COAT DRESS. 4867. Figured crepe and crepe satin are here combined. This is a model good for twill, linen; or taffeta. It is also nice for the new figured silks. The Pattern is cut in 7 Sizes: 34, 36, 38, 40, 42, 44 and 46 inches bust measure. A 38 -inch size requires 6% yards of 32 -inch materiaL The width at the foot is 2% yards. Pattern mailed to any address on receipt of 15c in silver or stamps, by the Wilson Publishing Co., 73 West Adelaide St., Toronto. Allow two' weeks for receipt of pattern. possible recipe. I use cream when baking beans, and believe a real farm- er's cook book should use cream in- stead of butter. For myself and little girls I have one-piece dresses as they iron so much easier. These are made with kimona sleeves and simply but prettily trim- med. I never iron towels, sheets or, pillow cases in the summer, and fold down as many clothes as possible without ironing. Corn cobs and chips were put in old gunny and grain sacks last spring and stored for summer use. They make a hot fire quickly, and are very handy on het days. A new ice box saves me many trips to the cellar, but I believe the best short-cut in all my work is a running water system. The Red Cross nurse taught _me to .,�;. 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