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THE SUN, NEWBERRY, S. C„ FRIDAY, AUGUST 4, 1939
Smart New Fashions
For Now and Later
rjERE’S a charming new pat-
tern (1784) that gives you a
pretty sleeveless dress, with a
jacket that transforms it into the
nicest kind of street suit. It’s de
lightfully simple and cool—very
easy to make, with flattering frills
as the only trimming. Chiffon,
georgette, silk print, flat crepe and
linen are smart materials for this
fashion.
There’s a place in every girl’s
life for the smart little play suit
and suspender skirt that buttons
all down the front. Cool, comfort
able and easy-to-wear for summei
play, it will be nice for school in
the fall too. The shorts are be
comingly flared, and the blouse
has a becoming sports collar.
Gingham, pique, linen and broad
cloth are nice cottons for this out
fit, 1786.
No. 1784 is designed for sizes 14,
16, 18, 20; 40 and 42. Size 16 re
quires 6% yards of 39-inch fabric,
without nap for dress and jacket
with three-quarter sleeves; 2Vt
yards of trimming.
No. 1786 is designed for sizes 8,
10, 12 and 14 years. Size 10 re
quires 1% yards of 35-inch fabric,
for blouse; IVb yards for shorts;
1% yards for the skirt, without
nap.
Send your order to The Sewing
Circle Pattern Dept., Room 1324,
211 W. Wacker Dr., Chicago, 111.
Price of patterns, 15 cents (in
coins) each.
(BeU Syndicate—WNU Service.)
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By HAROLD CHANNING WIRE
CHAPTER XXII—Continued
—21—
From behind the rock, Breck lev
eled his gun on a black opening
between two giant trunks that stood
like gate posts at the opposite end
of the bridge. Sound of approach
came nearer. The riders would first
pass through a hollow where trees
grew thick.
Abruptly a horse thrust its white
face between the two trunks. It
came on. Another followed.
“Pardner!”
*T see,” Breck whispered. He
steadied his aim over the flat rock
top.
‘‘Wait till they get on the bridge,”
Sierra advised. "Call out once. If
they move to break away, let ’em
have it."
Breck watched behind his sights.
Jud rode in the lead, straight, alert.
Hep crouched in his saddle. They
came upon the narrow bridge with
horses walking nose to tail; reached
the center. Breck rose with a com
mand that was never uttered.
All in a split second the two horses
were plunging on with saddles emp
ty. Though watching the spot,
sides that, she had to get old Tom
and the Senator out.”
He mounted, giving orders, "You
ride that north canyon. JG and
some of his boys are up there. Slim
and I will go to a bunch working
on Nine Mile. Do what you can;
God knows we’re blind without a
wire to Kern Peak."
What they could do was little
enough. Breck realized that when
he came upon Jackson and a hand
ful of cowpunchers. The cowman
met him, grim-faced, as he said,
"We’ve done our damnedest. Rang
er.”
Breck took up his tools and
plunged into the endless job of clear
ing brush. But only a giant, able to
tear trees by the roots, could have
held the blaze that swept steadily
upward. Night came; men had to
sleep. They dropped on the ground
for two-hour turns, Breck waiting
until his legs collapsed beneath him.
Dawn rose over that most desolate
of sights—a mountain range being
laid waste. Throughout the morn
ing Breck flung his wearied crew
against the line, yet they were
blocked. Even as they built back
Breck sprang up. Sparks were eating the cloth of his shirt.
Breck scarcely caught a glimpse of
two bodies hurtling downward into
the gorge. He whirled to Sierra.
Sierra faced'him. Neither had shot,
yet the mountains still echoed to
the crack of guns.
"Rifles!” Sierra gasped. “Back of
us!”
Breck turned. "The nesters?”
Up the bank behind them, horses
were being hard-ridden to the crest.
They passed over and the sound
died.
Sierra leaped from the rock. “No
use following up there now! We’ve
got to get out of here. That fire’s
traveling!”
"Wait,” said Breck. “I want to
be sure of this.”
“Them two didn’t live to hit bot
tom!” Sierra flung out. “Come
on!”
But Breck ran to the bridge, knelt
and peered over. Only white wa
ter, foaming through jagged rocks
«f the gorge, met his eyes. He
stared at it, drawn tense by a vision
of Hep Tillson’s treacherous face.
The man who had killed Jim Cotter
was dead!
“Pardner!”
Breck sprang up. Sparks were
eating the cloth of his shirt. A red
wave curled over the opposite ridge.
“We’ve got to move,” Sierra
shouted. "Cook will be needing us
bad!”
CHAPTER XXIII
Cook did need them. They
climbed a ridge east of Sulphur and
looked across to a small round
meadow halfway up Kern Peak’s
flank. Fire had already swept two
sides of Indian Rock. The blaze
coming up at their backs would soon
complete the circle. All the country
for miles both north and south lay
under smoke.
“Sierra swung from his horse.
"Ought to begin here and make our
firebreak on the way down,” he ad
vised.
It was past noon when they had
finished a break and rode into camp.
Cook was there.
"Saw you coming,” he said brief
ly. “It’s a good job you did yon
der. How about the Sulphur busi
ness?”
"Nesters saved us a couple of
■hots,” was Sierra’s laconic report.
“Where’s L.ouise?” Breck asked.
“Gone out. It looked like we were
going to be surrounded and some
one had to reach a telephone. She’s
trying to make it to your station.”
“Rock House?” Breck gasped.
"Good God!” He looked south into a
pall of smoke. “That whole trail’s
under fire!”
“I know it,” Cook admitted.
“Someone had to go, and she
wouldn’t let me spare a man. Be-
fires in one canyon, spots flared fur
ther on.
Toward noon he rode to a bald
knob, hoping to get some idea of
their position. He was half an hour
in climbing up and found that the
point v/hich had seemed so high was
still lower than those around it. He
sat numbed in mind and body. In
another day the whole South Sierra
would be stripped. Only a miracle
could save the forest.
He did not believe in miracles,
though as he rested on the knob
there sounded a far-off droning. It
puzzled him; recognition of its mag
ic came slowly. Then suddenly he
knew. Not the miracle of rain from
a cloudless sky, nor an unseen hand
beating back the flames, but of a
winged man.
The droning surged into a roar
as a white ship burst through rolls of
smoke. It shot close over his posi
tion and he read the letters: USES.
From somewhere word had gone
outside!
Swept with grateful impulse he
lifted clasped hands high toward it.
The plane banked as if answering,
circled, and upon passing once more,
dropped a long white ribbon. Breck
rushed to it, found a small bag
weighted with sand, then a tube of
paper.
“Relief,” it said, “coming in from
Sequoia.”
Swinging upon Kit, he raced from
the knob and shouted the magic
word to his men below. “They’ve
got us located, boys. We’ll get re
lief now.”
The plane’s promise was not ful
filled through the afternoon nor in
the first hours of dark. But about
midnight Breck saw back fires
springing up over a ten mile front
both north and south, and by morn
ing the line was almost solid. Hun
dreds of men must have poured up
Kern River gap under the air pa
trol’s direction.
It was a little before mid-day that
a lean, brown-faced man rode in
at the head of an emergency crew.
He halted among Jackson’s cow
boys and swung off. “I guess you fel
lows have had enough of it. Is
Breck here?”
Breck went to him.
“I’m Green,” the man said, "from
Sequoia. We’ll finish this. Cook
says for you to meet him at Temple
Meadow.”
“Did you get the call through
Rock House Station?” Breck asked,
his first thought for Louise.
“I don’t know,” Green answered.
Fear shot strength into Breck’s
deadened body. He threw on his
saddle and rode at once. All the
way as he climbed a summit then
dropped into Long Canyon, a dread
goaded him on. A familiar spot in
the canyon momentarily turned .Vis
thoughts to another day.
Here he had saved Louise Irom
the cattle stampede. He had car
ried her home in his arms. They
yearned for her now. That day he
had not known what it was to love.
Desperation swept upon him. He
could make life happy for her.
She could paint. They would live
below . . . winters. But summers
they must come back. Realization
of that struck him forcibly. Bound
into his love for Louise, growing out
of it, was a love for the High Si
erras.
Temple Meadow, since he last
saw it, had changed from fiesta
grounds to hospital ward. He loped
in before evening, coming among
cots beneath the pines where men
lay asleep with arms and faces in
white cloths.
Dad Cook came from a shed and
hailed him. “Dam’ me if you don’t
look like an old-timer. Mountain
man for sure! Son, you’ve earned a
rest and you’d better grab it. Slim’s
getting his.”
“Louise here?” Breck asked, even
before he reached the ground.
“In the cabin. She’s all right.
Been worried?”
Breck dropped upon a log, relaxed
tension suddenly leaving him un
steadied.
“Better turn in,” Cook advised
him, “and count this job done.
We’ve got some black forest, but
she’s otherwise cleaned up.” He
paused, drawing an envelope from
his pocket. “Here’s something for
you. The Senator’s party went out
with the first pack train. Had
enough mountains, but he knows a
sight more than when he came in.
I think we’ll name a trail for him
yet.”
Breck tore open the letter. It
was from Irene. He expected some
thing, not knowing exactly what. A
change of some sort. But here was
still the evasive writing, poured out
in unfinished thoughts—until the
end. There she wrote: “Arthur is
a dear boy, Gordon. Don’t put him
in jail. I lied to him beautifully.
We quite understand each other
now.”
“What about Art?” Breck asked.
“The doctor packed him down last
night. He’ll pull through.
“I mean what are we to do about
him."
Without hesitation Cook answered,
“Give him a chance. You’re fin
ished with the Tillsons. Hep was
the one. Ask Louy.”
But when Breck found Louise, it
was not to ask her that. She came
from Temple’s shanty, softly clos
ing the door. Her eyes welcomed
him, yet were filled with trouble.
“Your father is worse?” he asked.
She nodded. “The fire was too
much. He shouldn’t have gone.”
They moved from the cabin and
Breck led her into the pines where
the words would not carry back.
“Louise, I’m going to send your fa
ther out. I know a surgeon. He’ll
do wonders.”
She stood with eyes averted,
though one hand clasped his tightly.
“While he is there,” Breck con
tinued, “you and I will work two
jobs—the forest and the ranch.” He
hesitated. It had never occurred to
him that it would be hard to tell
this girl he loved her. Now he
seemed wordless. He wished she
would help.
She looked up. “We?”
That was enough. His arms swept
her close. “We, yes, you and I to
gether. Louise 1 I love you, want
you always.” All at once words
rushed too swiftly where there had
been none. “We can live the life we
have talked about. Outside, then
here. You need not answer now—
not until you know more of me.”
“Know you!” Her eyes and her
voice checked him.. “Don’t I know
you? Haven’t you shown me what
you are, over and over again?”
“But nothing of who I am,” he
asserted.
“And of course that matters I”
“Doesn’t it?”
“No.” Gently she lifted her hands
to his face, drawing him down. “Not
here nor any place I know of! And
if you want my answer at all, take
it now.”
[THE END.]
Middle Ages Attempted to Guard From
Infection; 'Cholera Man* Wore Costume
The dangers of contagion have
been known for centuries, but the
use of sensible, efficient measures
to guard against contagion had to
wait for the discoveries of the mod
ern sciences of bacteriology and
chemistry.
An idea of how the Middle ages
attempted to guard from infection
the “cholera man” who was called
upon to care for cholera patients is
afforded in the directions prescrib
ing the costume which the “chol
era man” was to wear.
To resist the dread disease he was
to be equipped, according to the
best advice of those days, as fol
lows:
“About his body first a layer of
India rubber, thereupon a large
pitch plaster; on top of this a band
age of six yards of flannel. On the
pit of his stomach a copper plate,
on the chest a large box of warm
sand. Around the neck a double
bandage filled with juniper berries
and grains of pepper; in the ears
two pieces of cotton wool with cam
phor; hung on the nose a smelling
bottle containing vinegar, and in
the mouth a twig of sweet calamus.
“Over the bandage a shirt, soaked
in chloride of lime, over that a cot
ton wool jacket and a hot brick and,
finally, a vest sprinkled with chlor
ide of lime. Then a mantle made ol
oilcloth and a hat of the same. In
his right pocket he carries one
pound of balm mint tea, a half-
pound of carlyme thistle and a half-
pound of sage. In his vest pocket
he carries a bottle containing camo
mile oil and in his trousers pocket
a bottle of camphor.
“On his hat he balances a tureen
of thick gruel, in his right hand he
carries a shrub of juniper, and in
his left hand an acacia branch.
Strapped to his body is a small
wagon which he pulls after him and
in which there are 15 yards of flan*
nel, a boiling kettle, 10 scrubbing
brushes, 18 bricks, two hides and
a comfort stool. He must wear a
mask made of curly-mint paste and
keep a quarter of a pound of cala
mus in his mouth.”
Entire Panama Canal Plan Changed by
Postage Stamp Showing Crater’s Smoke
i
Stamps have played many impor
tant roles in the pageant of civi
lization; one stamp nearly caused
a war; another saved the life of an
American explorer in the depths of
the Liberian jungles; still a third
waa responsible for the discharge
of a postmaster general. Even the
decision to build a canal through
Panama instead of Nicaragua may
be attributed to a single postage
stamp, asserts a writer in the New
York World-Telegram.
For years the shipping industry
was hampered by the long route
from the Atlantic to the Pacific.
Yankee clippers and British sloops
raced around the “Horn” for the
prestige in the tea trade from China.
During the gold rush days in the
West ships rushed to Central Amer
ica and passengers and cargo were
sent across the land by train or
carriage and then on to San Fran
cisco by another boat. The cutting
of a canal through the isthmus
seemed inevitable, even though trop
ical diseases and fever crippled sev
eral attempts to link ocean to ocean.
The rusty machinery of De Les-
■eps lay discarded in the swamps of
Panama. The British attempt was
abandoned; and yet the world need
ed a waterway across Central Amer
ica.
Eventually the United States ap
propriated a fund to scrutinize the
possibility of a canal. A commis
sion made surveys and submitted
reports on the feasibility of such a
project. For months they worked
in the field, examining the features
several proposed sitea-
After several months the plan of
building across Nicaragua seemed
to be the logical one, and prep
arations were begun. The plans
followed the lakes and rivers al
ready in existence there, from At
lantic to Pacific. Estimates were
submitted for approval; plans had
been drawn up, men were ready to
go to Central America and begin
work.
The dramatic alteration in thi^
project came in Washington when
one of the consulting engineers of
the commission received a package
of charts from his survey crew in
Nicaragua. The contents of the
package was only routine matter,
but the postage stamp affixed to it
struck his attention.
The picture of Momotombo was
familiar enough to this engineer and
he recognized the mountain imme
diately. His interest was aroused,
however, when he saw that the en
graver of that stamp showed smoke
drifting from the crater of this peak,
which had been considered an ex
tinct volcano.
A survey party was sent to ths
interior to learn whether the en
graver had made a mistake. Not
long afterward word was received
at headquarters that the volcano
was not extinct but had again come
to life; that smoke was rising from
the crater.
Search for Fountain of Yonth
Hernando de Sota made its his
toric search for the fountain of
youth in this country in 1540.
HCW-Tq SEW
4-* Ruth Wyeth Spears
Design luncheon mat and napkin yourself.
YX^ATCH any class of kinder-
gartners cutting patterns
from colored paper, and your fin
gers will itch to pick up the scis
sors and try it yourself. Why
not? The luncheon mat and nap
kin shown here offer a suggestion
for a way to use your cut-out de
signs for simple but effective
applique work.
The long sides of the mats are
hemmed and the ends faced with
one-inch bands of green, as at A
The napkins are also hemmed on
two sides and faced with green
bands on the other two. The stem
for the bright red cherry follows
a circular line embroidered in
green outline stitch. The leaf is
of the green material.
Experiment with cutting the
cherry and leaf in paper. When
you have cut a design that pleases
you, make a pattern in lightweight
cardboard. Cut the fabric a little
larger than the pattern, clip the
edge as at B; then press it over
the pattern with a warm iron as
at C to make a firm crease. Re
move the pattern, and sew the
AROUND
THE HOUSE
Tipless Shoestrings.—If metal
tips come off of shoe strings dip
them in mucilage. This will stif
fen the ends and make it easy to
put them through eyelets.
• • •
For Mosquito Bites.—A little
household ammonia added to the
whter with which mosquito bites
are washed will remove the sting.
Oil Up!—Don’t forget to oil your
vacuum cleaner and electric
washer. Oiling keeps them in
good condition, and they wear
longer.
• • «
When Making Blueberry Pie.—
Mix one teaspoon of ground nut
meg with two tablespoons of flour
and sprinkle the mixture on the
berries, then add sugar.
• * *
A Household Necessity.—A knife
sharpener is as essential a piece
of household equipment as the cof
fee pot. Not even an expert
carver is able to do much with
a dull knife.
• • *
Cut Flowers With Razor Blade.
—Take a safety razor blade with
you when you go into the garden
to cut flowers. It is more satis
factory than scissors for cutting
delicate flower stems.
pieces in place with fine hemming
stitches.
NOTE: Readers who have not
secured their copies of my two
books should send in their orders
at once. Your choice of the
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the RAG RUG LEAFLET will be
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Sew articles that have not ap
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will be withdrawn soon. Send or
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Mrs. Spears, 210 S. Desplaines St.,
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If righteousness should perish it
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to live on the earth.—Emmanuel
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