The Brussels Post, 1947-8-20, Page 6B Y
JA C K S O ld ° C O L E
CHAPTER I
At first gi: race, had there been
anyone close em"ugh to study hint,
the rider looked like a Mexican, a
wandering vaquero, remarkable
chiefly for his horse, a magnifi-
cent Blue roan. Michael Valdez y
O'Brien wore leather chaps to
protect his legs front thorny brush,
and a silver -brocaded charro vest
and concha -decorated sombrero.
He pushed the roan through a
clump of juniper to emerge on an
outcropping of rock that over-
looked a wide, lush valley. The sun
dripped gold on the brilliant green
of the knee-deep grassland below
him. Michael Valdez y O'Brien
sat on the blue roan, named El
Cielo, for his resemblance to the
sky of the sun -drenched South-
west, and gazed down upon that
scene of peace.
He felt til Cielo go restless be-
neath hint as the fine beast scented
the lash pastures at the foot of the
rock shelf, :poke a chiding word to
the roan for di>turbing his peace•
ful mood—and then stiffened in
the saddle.
:\ puff of smoke, far away in
the valley, revealed peril in Para-
dise. It was the hot, ugly gray and
yellow smite caused by the burn-
ing of human habitation, smoke
which Michael Valdez y O'Brien
had come to know all too well in
his years of wandering through
the Southwest.
Leen as he touched Mexican
silver spur; lightly to the horse's
flanks, he caught a glimpse of -ed
tonguea c.t fire. Gauging the dis-
tance he lid to cover, he knew
that re w•, ld he too late,
*
Long 1>eir.re he reached the site
of tate 'fire the flanks had died to
a faint curl of smoke which, float-
ing skyward beyond the It nes was
all that was left to point the way.
He put El Cielo to a gallop itt an
effort to get there before even this
last beacon faded out.
Rounding a small clump of trees.
he finally saw the scene of de-
struction before him. The thin pil-
lar of smoke wound upward from
the charred remains of a Ing cabin
that had sprawled under two tall
Cottonwood trees beside a brook.
Smaller smoke coluntns rose from
what must have been, until re-
cently, a barn,
He flung himself from the sad-
dle under the cottonwood trees,
while dust flew from the hoofs of
the roan as it skidded to a stop.
His eyes were trot and his mouth
was thin as he surveyed the glow-
ing colliers. His sombrero, blown
front' his head by the speed of his
ride, hung by a string around his
neck, revealing hair that shone
blue -black in the sunlight as he
ran forward. Had he met the per-
petrators of the outrage he saw
before hint just then, they would
have received short shrift. hew
men had faced the heat that now
shone in his eyes and lived to tell
of it, since he had taken the ven-
geance trail.
5 y_ *
A dead woman was sprawled on
the ground, so close to the burning
embers of the log cabin that the
hair had been scorched off her
head. The charge of buckshot
that had killed her had made her
whole body a sickening horror.
But she had been brave to the end
—she had fought a good but futile
fight. or an old musket, covered
with rust, was still clutched in her
toil -worn hands.
Valdez' eyes, searching swiftly
around, found the other victitn, He
was a white-haired old Mexican,
who lay near the well, with its
charred planking, And even as
Valdez looked, he saw one of
the old man's arms move feebly,
Michael Valdez rushed to hint.
ICneeliitg, he lifted the old man's
head, cradling it in his arms.
"Amigo," be said gently, "can
you hear toe? Hold tight, old-tim-
er—we'll get you fixed up right
away',"
A dull groan was the only an -
swat'. 'r'ite old Itlexfca••'^ eyelids
fluttered slightly, but the eyes did
not open,
Quickly, but with the utmost
tenderness, Valdez laid the man
-
flat on the burned grass and- swift-
ly pulled a bucket of cold water
out of the small-bore well. He
battled the white-haired' Mexican's'
face, and forced some of the water
between the drawn -back lips.
"Amigo," Valdez said, still gent-
ly, but urgently, "speak to toe; if
you can! Tell me what devil did
this savage massacre here?"
Pain spread over the patrician
features of the dying man,
Painfully the old than forced -
his eyes open, to look through
their glazing at the man who min-
istered to him. And with lips con-
torted to force himself to speak,
he managed to croak a name:
"Raymond—Garvin—"
Michael Valdez y O'Briett stiff-
ened, and a strange glitter cause
into his own dark eyes. His own
lips formed the name:
"Garvin! Raymond Garvin!"
How long he had sought that
mean and his evil companions! The
man who now, after the five years
when he had perpetrated just such
another outrage far away, must
think himself safe! He could know
nothing of lclichael Valdez' having
been on the vengeance trail,
searching. searching, through alt
the broad land for all that time.
And always without success —
until now. Now here, in this hid-
den valley, he had conte upon
throning evidence that Raymond
Garvin still lived and was carry-
ing on his nefarious businesst
"Go on—please, amigo," Valdez
said softly, with no sign of the
urgency that was in his own heart.
"This man Garvin of whom you
speak—this devil in human form
who has done this terrible thing
to you and yours—where can I
find hint?"
Blood was flecking the old
man's lips now, bubbling up from
the lungs that had been shatter-
ed with buckshot. His eyes were
filming with the sign of death that
was near. Once more he made a
valiant effort to speak, but the ef-
fort was too much for his bullet -
riddled body.
Even as Michael Valdez held
him in his arms, a gentle shudder
passed through the old Spaniard's
body, and his head lolled side -
ward. Gently Valdez laid him
down, I -re was dead.
Bitterness swept through
Michael Valdez and shook every
Cher of his being as he stared
down at the dead matt. And once
more he muttered, almost in dis-
belief:
* * *
"Raymond Garvin! Bed this time
he'll not get away. He'll pay!"
The memory of just such an-
other scene was etched on his
.bhain with acid, that scene he had
come upon five years ago when he
had been a happy-go-lucky youth
and had found his own father and
mother the victims. His beautiful
mother, Molly O'Brien, with the
hair of flame, the adored of his
father and himself, A shudder
shook his stalwart frame before
he straightened and pulled him-
self together grimly.
One hand dropped toward a
heavy gun in the elaborately stud-
ded leather holster at his lean,
muscular waist,
A figure on horseback was gal-
loping in frantic haste toward the
now dying embers of the tog cabin.
But within a hundred yards of it, the
rider jerked the horse up sharply
at sight of the strange man standing
beside the charred ruins.
The rider was young and small,
Valdez saw, and had the complexion
of a pure-bred Spaniard. Valdez'
first swift glance at the youth noted
the resemblance between hien and
the old man who lay dead by the
well. Unmistakably this was the son
of the massacred two beside the
Telcos,
"Come ahead, amigo," Valdez calf -
cd. "I'm here to help you. There is
(To Be Continued)
CAE. BULLETIN
(Canadian Models
WW Show Off
Canadian Styles
How to walk? Now, there's
really something to it. That's
what the new models for the
Canadian National Exhibition
are finding as they concentrate
on precision runway steps under
the instruction of model trainer
Pasquale D'Angelo.
"Flick those wrists . . re-
member, your hantls can make
or break you coining down that
fashion runway," chirps Pas-
quale as 10 new Canadian mod-
els -to -be 'warm up' for their
appearance in the fashion shows
at the C.N.E.
From 350 applicants to model
itt the Exhibition shows, 15
were selected as the very finest
and started 'on a model training
course at no expense to them-
selves.
''You've got to learn to walk
on the ball of your foot. Place
one foot directly in front of the
other. Take small steps," ad-
vises Pasquale.
This year the C.N.E. is pre-
senting an all -Canadian fashion
show Many's the Canadian girl
who longs to be a model. The
Exhibition is not only giving
Canadians a chance to model,
but is sponsoriug free profes-
sional training as well.
When the newly groomed
models are ready for the C.N.E.
runways, they are expected to -
possess the finess of fine
models and will proudly show
off garments designed and
made by Canadians.
How Can 1?
By Anne Ashley
Q. How can I make a wall paper
cleaner?
A. Make a paste by mixing 3
cupfuls of flour, 2 tablespoons of
ammonia, and 134 cupfuls.of water.
Roll thin into balls of convenient
size to fit the hand. Rub a ball over
the paper and it will clean tho-
roughly.
Q, How can I remove the too
salty taste from soup, gravy, or
vegetables?
-
A. Stir a little coarse brown
sugar into it and the salty taste
.will disappear, Or add one table-
spoon of sugar and one of vinegar.
Q. How can 1 remove vitrophane
from windows?
A. by dampening with turpentine,
letting it remain until soaked
through, and thea scouring off
with soap and water.
Q. I -tow can I renovate the
leather seats of chairs, or other
articles, that have become shabby?
A. Beat the white of an egg to
a froth and smear it over the sur-
face with a soft cloth. Allow it
to dry, then rub it well with an-
other soft cloth.
Q. How can I peel new potatoes
easily, so that the skins will slip
off readily?
A. Before peeling new potatoes,
plunge them into boiling water for
about half a minute, then drop
them in cold water. The peelings
will slip off easily.
Just right for a young figure's
needs, Pattern 4830 will be her very
favorite dress for school or dress -
up,
Pattern 4860 comes in girls' sizes
0, 8, 10, 12, 14. Size 10, gb yds.
a/s yd. contrast
Send TWENTY-FIVE CENTS
(5'c) in coins (stomps cannot be
accepted) for this pattern to room
421, 72 Adelaide, St. 1Vest, 'Toronto.
Print plainly SIZE, NAME, AD,.
DRESS, STYLE NUMBER,
Beauty and Talent—McMaster co-ed and Miss Central Ontario,
Muriel Hunter, 20, is one of the entrants in "Miss Canada"
beauty contest at Hamilton, Aug. 21-22.
�e�I�`�`�`ST
One Reason Why
Girls Leave Home
"I want my own place, Anne
* Hirst, And if I told my parents
* why, 1'd break their hearts. They
* give me everything I want—except
*privacy. I ani 17, and Pm old
'` enough to be trusted."
This wait
comes from a
girt who is be-
ing smothered
by kindness.
Hrr letter is
mer of maty
similar 01155'
that conte
through regu-
larly. She gives
the most impor-
lant reasons for her dissatisfactions
Her another and father urge her
to entertain her friends, but they
stick around till midnight "helping
her" entertain than;
When a boy friend comes, they
melee conve,salion until /calf the
lime the Youngsters miss the shorn
flrcy'd planned to see—and they're
always nailing up when she gets
hank;
Her mother goes with her to buy
her clothes, and embarrasses her by
advising her before salespeople;
Her mother doesn't open her ,nail,
but she remits to know every line
in every letter.
Now the girl's at the point where
she can't be hcrscf even zahcn she's
alone with her parents. She's too
full of resentment; site won't say
so, because "I 'wouldn't hart them
for Use world."
2'O PARENTS:
3'ou who read this column know
how I feel about parents supervis-
ing their daughters. But to super-
vise them loo vigorously, too inti-
mately, is as dangerous as letting
them alone. '1'o stand constant
'match, to try to make yourself one
of her group, makes her feel that
she's still 10 years old. She resents
it with every fiber; site regards i'
as an insult to her integrity, 1!
shames her before her friends. It
makes her self-conscious to the
point where her natural develop-
ment is being warped, if'ith the best
intentions in the world, you are driv-
ing her away from you. •
• b4'lten her friends conte in, stay
long enough to say hello, Then you
two go to a shozu or visit friends,
so the youngsters can have the hoose
to themselves for the evening,
ff'hen she Inas a dale, make the
boy welcome, then make yourselves
scarce And don't always wait isp for
her.
A girl of 17 is old .enough to
choose her own clothes, alone, Lel
her snake her own mistakes; that's
the only way she will learn.
And her mail is her orate affair,
Unless you have reason to suspect
she's corresponding with 'the wrong
boys, don't intrude.
Your home is her home, loo. But
she cannot feel at home in it unless
she's allowed to be hostess to her
own friends. And how else can she
ever cultivate the social gracesr You
won't always be around, you know.
If you aren't careful to respect
your girl's tights she will leave a
note one day saying she war't be
brick. Or she'll run off with the
first boy who asks her
To "NOT AT HOME,": I alit ad-
dressing 017 opinion to 'your par-
ells, since you say they read the
column every day. Lrl's hope they
roill wake up, end lean to be more
friends than Parents,
BRIEF ANSWERS
TO "RUTH C.": Any. boy who be-
* lieves gossip about a girl, and
* drops her for it, is :not worth
* having as a friend, No matter
* what he says about you, don't be-
* lieve it. Second-hand talcs arc as
* foolish to listen to, as to repeat. -
* * *
TO "ROSE";' Being a pal to a nice
* boy is the surest way to keep him
* interested. It is what this boy ex-
* pects, and if you changed toward
* hint you'd scare lout off for
* good,
* *
TO "TOOTS": This young man is
* bored with you. It is too bad. you
* didn't see it earlier. His suggcs-
* tion now is wise and kind (if you
* knew it), and you can do nothing
* but accept it,
* * *
Don't bind. your children to you' by
the silver cord. It doesn't work;
Anne Hirst can suggest better mays.
Address her at Box A, t'oottt 421, 73
Adrtaide SI. West, Toronto.
Your Handwriting
and You Alex SBy, Arnott
The materialistic nature is re-
vealed in handwriting by small
letters and a long downward stroke
on the stens of letters "f," "g;"
"y" and "p." When these letters
look as though the stems are "dig-
ging down in the earth" or far .
below the writing line, it is a
good sign the nature of the writer
is the same—down to earth with
both feet on the ground—strictly
materialistic, His whole life' is
centered around the search for and
the desire to possess the material
things of life.
How determined the nature is
to be materialistic is indicated iby
the thickness of the steals. 'The
thicker or wider the stroke, the
more determined the physical na-
ture, the length of the strolceIn-
diceting how lasting or powerful
is the characteristic,
The spiritual nature is the op-
posite and is indicated in the high
reaching looped letters as in
"k," and "I", These stents appear •
to be reaching heavenward while
the body of the letter remains on
the ground or near the writing
litre, indicating a tendency" to ideal-
ism and reverence. The qualities of
these traits are shown by the sloge
and pressure of the writing,
rN/GM loops
arCONy Srel'r'?s '^ "
Anyohe wishing a mare complete
analysis please send self-addressed
stamped envelope to Bos 8, roots
421,'3 Adelaide Si, West, Toronto,
There is no charge for this service.
HUSBANDS WHO ADOBE)
coffee deserve Maxwell
House. It's so utterly dela,.
eious that it's bought and
enjoyed by more people
than any other brand of
coffee in the world.
ISSUE 33•-194't
Sulmdiny Schou Lig; aeui
Advice Against Strong Drinks
Proverbs 20:1; 28:18-21, 29-33;
Ecclesiastes 10:17
Golden Text.—Wine is a mocker,
strong drink is raging; and whoso-
ever is deceived thereby is not
mise:"—Proverbs 20:1.
Alcohol is delusive, (1) Wine
stakes a•luan a scorner. It stakes
hitt scoff at holy things. 11 deaf-
ens hint to warning and reproof.
(2) Waywardness is the inevitable
effect of strong drink, It causes
his victim to stumble. It sends hint
to prison. He loses his liberty, and
often his life. (3) Wisdom calls
for total abstinence,
q y.. 4,
Intemperance is graphically pic-
tured in the woes of wine. In six
burning questions the terrible por-
trait is drawn "Who hath woe"—
with its sunt total of earthly wretch-
edness; "sorrow"—with anguish of
body and remorse of conscience;
"contentions" in meddlesome quar-
rels and brawls; "complaining"—in
foolish babble and cynical com-
ment; "wounds without cause" —
whether by accident or on imagin-
ary provocation; and "redness of
eyes"—causing impairment of vision
and of judgment.
The answer completes the pic-
ture: abstinence is the path to per-
sonal and public welfare. Look not
upon the wine whetting and arous-
ing thirst, delighting the eyes, gra-
tifyittg the appetite.
4' e. *
Happy is the land whose rulers
are nobly born with good back-
ground, unfettered faculties, educe-
catioual opportunities, religious pri-
vileges, and training for maximum
service. Their habits arc wholesome
even to their food. and feasts, . for
they cat for strength and not for
drunkenness They take their du-
ties seriously and perform then
faithfully. They are strong and
sober.
School of Experience
The Shoot of Experience -is on a
seven-day week, year-round basis,
with no -vacations or holidays, says
the Daily Commercial 'News. And
you dont get a boost in pay and
other concessions for malting mis-
takes in tlic School of Experience;
you pay for your mistakes out of
your own pocket. •
No Pt'erintlitnl
Yu
It has been announced that
weather bureau experts in a certain
locality will no longer be paid a
wage premium for working_ nights.
And thele is a certain rough
justice in that.
The locality in question is the
Arctic, where the nights are six
months long.
Experimental balloons with re-
cording instruments have reached
altitudes of more than 22 miles.
Dr.Chase's Ointment
for(hafing, Skinlrrita9fionsmd
Baby,E.czemq.. •
Protect them with Green Croaa
Garden Guard, which contains
50%more rotenone than ordi-
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insects, but non-poisonous to
humans, it's especially suitable
• for vegetables. 1-11). size comes
in a handy pumper arm.
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"NUGGET" GIVES A BRIGHT, LASTING
SHINE—THAT REALLY WATERPROOFS
YOUR SHOES:
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RECIIPIE
Add '1 envelope Royal Past
Rising Dry Yeast and 1 tspt
sugar to 1. c. lukewarm
water. Stir and let stand 10
minutes. Scald 1 c. milk, add
5 tbs. sugar; add '2 tsp. snit
and cool to lukewarm. Add
to yeast mixture: Add 3 c.
sifted flout and heat until
perfectly smooth. Add 4 tbs,
melted shortening and 3 cs
more sifted flour, or enough
to snake easily handled
dough. Knead well. Place in
greased bowl. Cover and let
rise in warm place until
doubled in bulk, about 11.4
hours. Punch dough down
in bowl and let rise again
in warmlace mail. nearly
doubled itt bulk, about 40
mitt; When light, roll out
into rectangular sheet 3"
thick; Brush with melted
butter or- shortening; cut
into strips AA" wide. Pile
7 strips together; cut into
piece 1'? wtde. Place inch -
bide lap in greased muffin
pans. Cover; let rise in warm
place, free from draft, until
light, about 1 hour. Bake in
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