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Zurich Herald, 1930-08-21, Page 3The Gringo Privateer By PETER B. KYNE CHAPTER L His Majesty owned .ranches in New Mexico, Ariz',na, Nevada, California and Oregon and was not at all certain how many cows, horses and mules he owned, but roughly estimated the number at about two hundred thou- sand. His headquarters were in San Frandisco, where he had a packing plant, ktnd to a considerable extent dominated the wholesale meat trade. Consequently, since in the West the leaders in any industry are known as Icings, old Bradley Bardin was known as the Cattle King and a small army of retainers -always referred to him as His Majesty, a tribute, doubtless, to his ability to rule his vast empire, wisely, justly and profitably. Of all his ranches, the New Mexico ranch was the largest—approximately a million acres—hence, in a moment •of that whimsical irony which so fre- quently tinges Western humor, he had •elected to call it El Ranchito—the Little ttanch. And El Ranchito the king loved,best of all, perhaps because it required more expert management. to writ g. a profit from it, and hence was productive of slightly more worry than the othere Perhaps, too, His Majesty loved it because it was grand- ly, ruggedly, brutally beautiful, with .its green hidden valleys, its desert mesas, its multi -colored, fantastically eroded sandstone peaks and lava scarps that sunrise and sunset tinged with glory. There is bound to be a strain of repressed poetry in the soul of an empire builder, and whenever His Ma- jesty commenced to feel the down- hill pull, :whenever the city, which he hated bu; to which of late years he was bound. got on hie nerves, El Ran- chito always called to him and he al- ways answered. Ho had built himself there an adobe hacienda, with every modern convenience, and a wide; deep, cool veranda that completely encircled the house. The beauty, the peace and the sil- ence at El Ranchito were, to His Ma- jesty, as stimulants to clear, concise thinking. On that veranda he ironed •out the many problems that were for- ever confronting him; decisions made here were never altered. As he grew -older he formed the habit of holding at El Ranchito a yearly conference of all his ranch managers; one by one they came, spent a day or two with him on the veranda and returned to their jobs to think over his praise, his -condemnation or his suggestions, but not his orders, for he never gave any. His Majesty cared not how his infer- iors managed their domains, provided the figures of his travelling auditor proved satisfactory. If his managers could explain to his satisfaction the reasons for red ink in their annual reports, he was tolerant and forgiv- ing; if they could not do this he dis- missed them without mercy and with- out rancor, and searched for a man who could. This evening His Majesty was con- sidering the management of El Ran- chito. Art Graydon, who managed its destinies, His Majesty considered as good a cattleman as the West had ever produced. Graydon knew men; he could manage them and lead them; he u was honest, industuc, s, loyal and de- voted, but—he was getting old and with the years had developed a tend- ency to avoid battle, to argue rather than go to the assault, to close his eyes to conditions he would have ate tacked valiantly a decade ago. • In particular His Majesty was per- turbed over a situation existing in a portion of El Ranchito that lapped over into Old Mexico, a grant of some hundred and fifty thousand acres in a valley known as El Cajon Bonita. There was a saddle -colored rowdy there by the name of Miguel Gallegos, a fellow of mixed ancestry. His Ma- jesty suspected that one of those an- cestors had been known as Michael Gallegher, and he desired to make war upon the man Gallegos without bring- ing the State . Department into the imbraglio. Yes, Art Graydon was too cautious. He talked too much of international complications. And there was that grizzled old wolf, Martin Bruce, of the Triangle B outfit, his neighbor to the west. Brother Bruce, His Majesty Suspected of collusion with Miguel Gallegos, for some of Martin Bruce's cattle also ranged below the line. His Majesty could r.ot rid himself of a be- lief that the Triangle B herd was bee ing built up at the expense of the Double B, which was His Majesty's brand, for he had known 'Martin Bruce for ti'tirty years and had never known anything good of him. "I need a young man on El Ranch- ito," the king decided. "A young man who does not think too long er too deeply. An ambitious young man with notches on his gun. Yes, I must cast about for some bold, brave bucko who. can see a hole in a ladder. But I can't dismiss Graydon. He's too valuable, he's been too long on the payroll and has made too fine a record to be re- tired now. I'll promote him. He shall have an easier job and a better sal- ary." He glanced off toward the flaming Santa Lucias and over a knoll a mile away a horseman showed, silhouetted against the sunset. ,The man bestrode a pinto horse, so the king knew him for a stranger, for on El Ranchito there was not one pinto horse such as this one. Lazily he watched the horse- man ride up to a five-foot gate that led -into the irrigate:. horse pasture. A hundred yards from the gate the pinto broke into a canter, then a gal- lop; he rose to the gate, cleared it neatly, settled to a jog on the farther side and headed straight across the pasture toward the king's castle. Down the eastern boundary of this pasture ran a four -rail fence, which the stranger leaped before jogging up to the edge of the lawn in front of the veranda upon which the king sat in contemplation. The rider and the king exchanged long penetrating glances. The king was thinking: "What a direct fellow this pilgrim is! Goes straight across country to his objective. Wonder who he is and where he came from. Horse is up on his toes, so he must be a neighbor." The king was more interested in that horse than he was in the man who bestrode him. He judged the horse might weigh twelve hundred pounds. In color he was a blend of large patces of white and deep brown, almost a mahogany color, and where the br.'wn and the white met there was a faint tinge of blue. He stood with upraised head, small ears pricked forward, eyes on the low roof of the hacienda, tail slightly arched. A regal pinto, this; with a fine chest, straight legs, wide action, a full barrel and powerful haunches. The king's appraisal of the rider was less lingering, for he was not in- terested in wandering cowboys, and had sensed, intuitively, that the young man on the pinto horse was calling at El Ranchito for the purpose of locat- ing a riding job, and this was out of the king's department. So His Ma- jesty merely removed the cigar from his lips and waved his arm in a wide circle, to indicate that somewhere to the north of the hacienda the stranger would find headquarters and the rid- ing boss, who might or might not place him on the payroll. The stranger evi- dently understood, for he answered with a half perceptible nod, but stood his ground' "If you hustle right along, son," His Majesty assured the young man, "you'll find the boys j.:st about finish- ing supper. Some of the boys will show you the corral where you can put your horse. There's hay in the rack, there, but if you've come far, say so and somebody'll give you grain for him." The horseman lifted his hat with Castilian courtliness and bowed low in his saddle. "Gracias, senor," he re- plied. "Am. I by any chance address- ing the general manager of El Ran- chito, Senor Art Graydon?" "No, son. I just work for Art." And he smiled a little at his little jest, for indeed the king did labor hard to keep his good men on the payroll, It was one of the great privileges of his kingship. "Ah," the stranger murmured, "Mr. Bardley Bardin himself. I had no idea you were in the country. "Well, a king can only be concerned with af- fairs of state and I'm looking for a riding job, as Your Majesty discerns. I'll call upon the Grand Vizier." "You're a gorgeous young son -of -a - gun," the king replied interestedly. "Better let nae look you over before you present yourself before the riding boss, . He has a grudge against mail order cowboys." H!s Majesty came down off the ver- ands, crossed the lawn and looked the stranger over. And the better to aid Allis appraisal, but tieting also under the stimulus of instinctive good man- ners when addressing a superior, the stranger dismounted and stood to horse, holding his bridle reins. it/ALIT Made of pure mater; lair in modern sunlit factories. ' No expense spared to have it !clean, wholesome and full flavored. WRIGLEY 'P. Is wrapped and sealed to keep leas good as when it leaves the factory. WRIGLEY'S is bound to be the best that men and machines and looney can make. The delicious peppermint flavor freshens the mouth and aidsdigestion. ISSUZ No. 32--' "White calfskin chaps with deep' brown leather borders, silver eonehosl tied in with buckskin thongs, two fancy pockets and your initial's on the belt. Those chaps must have cost you fifty •dollars, son. Where's' your cart- ridge belt and pearl -handled pistol?" "In my bedding roll, an a foot -sore pack horse, tied to a pine tree just over the hill, sir. He quit on me there so I left him and hurried nn here be- fore your cook could clean up the Sup- per dishes. "Your boots cost twenty-seven dol- lars made to order and your pants are made of light English whipcord. Very expensive, but perhaps they'll outlast many pairs of denim' overalls. Your spurs—man, somebody will kill you for this outfit, sure. Win it at a rodeo?" "No, sir Where I came from we're rather partial to very nobby outfits." "Hum -m! Centre -fire rig and a raw- hide riata. You're from California." "Yes, sir. Does Your Majesty like my sombrero? I won that in a poker game from a man whose head was the same size as mine but not quite so well furnished. He assured me he paid a hundred dollars for it." "Yes, it's wonderful." The king re- sumed his appraisal. "Gray French flannel shirt and black silk necktie. How long you been on the road, man?" "Two days, sir." "And you shaved today! You are a dude. Who ever told you you were a cowboy?" "Formerly my avocation, sir, but now my vocation." "I see. Well, y.0 might make a hand, :,!though I doubt it. What's the breeding of that horse?" "By a pure-bred Arab out of a Steeldust mare, sir." "And what's your name, young man?" The stranger drew a small black walrus -hide case from his pocket and handed the king a card. The latter read: Recipes For. Halibut Droned Halibut.—Season the slices with salt and pepper and fry them in melted butter for halt an hour, having them well covered on both sidetull in flour and broil for 10 minute 'ver gar- of aid a clear fire. Serve on a hot dis nishing with parsley and slit lemon. The slices of halibut Mr. Kenneth Harney Santa Inez Rancho Tres Pinos, California "What has happened to the Santa Inez Rancho?" the king inquired. "I know that ranch. One of the best fat- tening ranges in California." 'Your Itcyal Highness took over its. cattle on a cha tel n:ortg.tga loan a year ago," Kee neth Burney replied. The king was momentarily .non- plussed. "The hell I did," he blurted unbe- lievingly. 'el don't remember giving orders to close out Felix Burney." (To be continued ) be about an inch thick, and for every pound there should be three table- spoons of butter. Pried Fillets of Halibut.—Remove the skin and bones from a slice of hali- but weighing one and one-quarter pounds. Put each of the four pieces thus made, in halves lengthwise, mak- ing eight fillets. Sprinkle with salt, pepper, and lemon juice. Roll and fasten with small wooden skewers. Dip in crumbs, egg, and crumbs, and fry in deep fat. Scalloped Halibut.—Shred one cup- ful of cold boiled b.alibut; pour in the food pan one and one -halt cups milk and let come to a boil; add butter size of an egg, salt and pepper, then the crumbs of four crackers, add lastly the halibut; let it cook five minutes, then add two hard-boiled eggs chopped fine, and serve on a hot platter with hits of buttered toast. Sketched from Nature In yonder cot, along whose moulder- ing walls In many a fold the mantling woodbine falls, The village matron kept her little school, . Gentle of heart, yet knowing well to rule; Staid was the dame, and modest was her mien; Her garb was coarse, yet whole, and nicely clean; Her neatly bordered cap, as lily fair, Beneath her chin was pinned with de- cent care; And pendent ruffles, of the whitest lawn, Of ancient make, her elbows did adorn. Here first I entered, though with toil and pain, The low vestibule of learning's fane;, Entered with pain, yet soon I found the way, Though sometimes toilsome, many a "sweet display. Much did I grieve on that ill-fated morn When I was first to school reluctant borne; Severe I thought the dame, though oft she tried To soothe my swelling spirits when I sighed; But soon inured to alphabetic toils, Alert I met the dame with jocund smiPes; First at the form, my task for ever true, A little favourite rapidly I grew: And oft she stroked my head with fond delight, Held me a pattern to the dunce's sight; And as she gave my diligence its praise, Talked o3' the honours of my future days. —Kirke White "Poems." Miss Sweet: "Don't you think it is awfully dangerous to go beyond one's depth, Mr. Swift?" Mr. Swift: "Yes, it you have only $4 don't go, to a $10 hotel." iVtinard's Liniment for Neuralgia. What New York Is Wearing BY ANNABELLE WORTHINGTON Illustrated Dressmaking Lesson Fur- nisir,ed With Every] Pattern You can be confident that its quality stover varies IP 'Fresh from the gardens' 4/.44444444, 130 Flowers Are Tasty Orient Declares "You love flowers as they are loved in all countries of the world by those who are sensitive to the beauties of Nature. But why do you not recognize their usefulness? When you have ad- mired in your garden the hyacinths,' the verveins, the pansies, and the roses that ornament it you let them fade away on their stalk or in vases, without trying to make more practical use of them. Yet many flowers are •edible, and for many centuries the peoples of the Orient have appreciated their savor and their nutritious quali- ties as well as their perfumes and beauty." So said the sage Wu Ting Fang. In Japan the bulbs of the dahlia are eaten as a vegetable and are, accord- ing to those who have tried them, most palatable. They are usually peeled, diced, and fried in oil for about 25 minutes. Just before being taken from the pan to be served, they are sprinkled with curry powder. Down in Grasse on the French Riviera, which is, as every one knows, the most perfumed town in France, besides distilling millions of hecto- liters of essence of jasmine, violet, rose, mimosa, they also praline these blossoms that grow in such profusion on the terraced hill -sides. The little fluffy golden balls of mimosa, solidified in sugar, are particularly delicious in flavor. Further up in the centre of France, in the otherwise prosaic Auverge, they make fritters of acacia blossoms, but there, instead of frying single blos- soms, they do a whole spray at a time! Or maybe you would care to make Lozenges of Red Roses after the in- structions given by Sir Hugh Platt in his "Delights for Ladies," 1594. 'Boyl your sugar to sugar again," he says, "then put in your Red Roses, be- ing finely beaten and made moist with the Juyce of a Lemon; let it not boyl after the Roses are in, but pour it up- on a pye plate and cut it in what form you please." And if for an end you would fain know how to candy rose -Mary - flowers„ rose leaves, rosoa, marigolds, etc., with preservation of colour I can but recommend you tc, the same aris- tocratic gentleman's recipe in his same "Delights for Ladies.' "Desolve refined or double -refined sugar, or sugar -candy itselfe, in a lit- tle Rose-water; boyl it to a reasonable height; put in your roots or flowers when your sirup is eyther fully cold, or almost cold: let them rest therein till the sirup have pierced them sufficient- ly; then take out your flowers with a skimmer, suffering the loose sirup to run from them as long as it will: boyl that sirup a little more, and put in more flowers, as before; divide them also: then boyl all the sirup which re- maineth, and is not druuke up in the flowers, putting in more sugar if you sea cause., but no more Rose-water, put your flowers therein ,vhen your sirup is cold, or almost cold, and let thein stand till they candy."—From the Gourmet's Almanac, by Allan Ross Macdougall. Here's a charming wearable frock of tub silk in green .nd white. It will give young daughter a big thrill to make :t, for it isn't half as intricate as it appears. 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Told me to fry my face, and said that you could go and chase yourself." "He did, did he?" snapped the man- ager. "We'll fire him without cere- mony.' Let's see, he's been with us five mant`hs. What business has he done in that time?" "A hundred pounds the first month," said the secretary, reading from a book, "£500 the next month, £3,000 the next, and £9,000 the nekt." "H'm," murmured the manager, thoughtfully, "I often • think I ought to take a little more exercise, and I dare say the caretaker will give you a frying -pan." .... 4:444 _ ,may 11lost of the luxuries and many of the so-called comforts of life are not only not indispensable, but positive hindrances to the elevation of Iran- ; !clad. --Henry, David 'Thoreau,. • Lost Your Keys? Often enough, when the familyl trunk is brought out for the annual! holiday, the keys are nowhere to be found! Keys that are not kept on one's person have an unhappy habit of getting lost, and the loss is usually, discovered when there is little time for a thorough search. The Victorian housewife had her special key -box or basket in which she kept all her keys docketed and to hand, or, failing these, a drawer in her desk was set aside and the keys would be kept in this. If necessary, then, she could lock this drawer, but woe betide her if she lost the key of that! The housewife of to -day does not need to keep track of so many keys as her grandmother did, for she keeps only a few things locked up. Never- theless, if she is wise she will try to keep such keys as she uses all in one place. If a label is attached to each key with the keys destination written on it, there is no excuse for any of them going astray, always pro- viding the keys are returned to the proper place when finished with. Some people will still prefer to keep special keys in different places. The garage, cellar, or toolshed key, for instance, may he handier for use if hung on a hook on the kitchen dresser. If this is done it is a good plan to allow a large colored label to each key—different colors if possible. Treated thus, they are not nearly so likely to get lost, and the colored labels prove good distinguishing marks. Keys constantly in use must be kept in pocket or handbag, of course. But luggage keys, only used at holi- day -time, should be returned to a safe and suitable place once the holiday, is over. Taken Seriously The two women matchmakers were celebrating a recent victory. "Do you mean to tell me that Bob and Kitty have got married at last?" asked one. 'Why, of course," said the other. proudly. "But I thought Kitty was one of those very modern girls," ventured the other. "I didn't think she be- lieved in marriage." "Well, that's what Bob thought, thought, too," came the answer.— Answers. 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