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Lovely Centerpieces
Are Easv to Crochet
TURNING POINT
By Mary Imlay Taylor
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CHAPTER I
II ERE is ■ beautiful crocheted
11 doily thafs a blue ribbon win-
ner in any language. This 21-mch
centerpiece is a striking combina-
tion of the popcorn stitch and the
classical pineapple design. You’ll
find it simple to do. too!
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tloni tor the Blue Ribbon Centerpiece
(Pattern No Mill send IS eenU In coin,
your name, address end the patient
number.
\ FAVORITE pattern with cro-
cheters is the famous "pine-
apple” motif. This one takes only
three balls of cotton thread—is 18
inches across and is a charming
combination of pineapple designs,
palm leaves grouped around a cen-
ter diamond.
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No. Stag) tend IS cents In coin, your
name, address and the pattern number.
Sand your order to:
"Steady, Tex!” Jane Keller pat-
ted her horse as she drew rein at
the crest of the hill trail.
She was young and slim and
straight, and her old corduroys
made her look like a boy.
"A mighty handsome boy," old
MacDowell always said; "ain’t any
girl in these parts can touch her!"
! She turned in her saddle now to
> watch the lights spring up in the dts-
j tant ranch house, small and faint
and flickering, like candles in a fog.
' Dusk was down there in the valley,
but up on the hill trail there was a
| yellow Ught behind the sycamores,
and great flares of yellow and or-
ange and red in the sunset sky. Be-
low her lay the private road to "Las
Palomas,” her brother’s roach; it
crossed the hill trail and the bridge
to qOrt the State highroad, five
mileMowgy. There was a big cliff
at the bend. Jim Keller talked of
blasting it, but he had never had the
time nor the men to spare; it loomed
there still in the midst of trees, a
rugged sentinel.
Tex put down his head and began
to crop grass; it was supper time
but his mistress did not stir. She
was thinking, thinking hard. Then,
lifting her eyes to the darkening out-
line of the distant cliff, she saw a
sudden glow of light and, the next
instant, the headlights of a big high-
power touring car emerged. The
girl recognized it with a start of sur-
prise; it was Jim’s car, and Jim
was not at the wheel. Urging her
horse, she galloped down the trail to
intercept the car before it reached
the bridge. A nearer view showed
| her old MacDowell in it, and a
stranger at the wheel. As she rode
up they stopped the car.
“Mac,” she panted, "where’s
Jim?”
"He’s all right; don’t you get
scared, Jane," the old man re-
assured her, trying to get out of the
car.
Jane stopped him. “You’ve hurt
your arm—what’s wrong, Mac?”
The headlights of the car il-
lumined her as she leaned from the
saddle to question him, but it left
the man at the wheel in the shad-
ow. Jane felt his eyes; they made
her move uneasily and cast a quick
glance at him.
“It’s this way. Jane," the old
foreman explained soberly, "Jim’s
stayed behind; he’s got th' sheriff
an’ a party out. You see, we figured
we'd got Jordan skewered, tight as
a chicken for roasting, but somehow
he broke loose—when we were get-
tin' water for th' car—you know that
place near Simmons' well? We gave 1
chase—both of us, an’ I fell an’ [
sprained my blamed old arm; if it
hadn't been for this young man here
—he came along an' helped me out
an' motored me back. Jim was
kinder afraid Jordan might hit it
back here an’ he sent me to warn
th' men. Jim’s all right, he's got
th’ whole bunch with him."
“Jordan couldn't get back here to-
night on foot,” Jane objected.
“He's got pals, might get a horse
—or a lift in a car. Anyways, I’m
here—an' say, you oughtn't to be up
here alone,” old Mac said, in his fa-
therly way. "You ride along beside
th' car, if you won’t get in, an’ let
this young man ride Tex home.”
Jane laughed. "I'll make it; I'll
beat you to it!"
"This young inan wants work on
a ranch," Mac added, putting his
well hand on the stranger's shoul-
der; "this is Miss Jane Keller, the
sister of the boss," he said to his
companion, impressively.
Jane caught the outline of the
man’s head as he swung off his hat,
but she spoke to Mac with her crisp
little tone of authority.
“When you get to the ranch send
him to me; I’U see what I can do
for him until Jim comes. I’m going
to take the short cut; Tex can beat
any old car, Mac!”
“Jane—Miss Jane!” Mac wanted
to stop her, to make her ride beside
them, but she was off like a shot;
they could just see the beautiful dark
outline of her horse as he leaped the
creek. “Ain't that like her, bless
her!” old Mac laughed in his beard.
“She ain’t scared of a thing for her-
self—only for Jim! An' he’d be
scared stiff if he thought she was
out an’ Jordan might be here!”
“Tell me about this Jordan; I
can't just make it out. Cattle thief or
what?" asked the young man at the
wheel.
“It’s this way—take that turn,
there's Las Palomas up there—Jor-
dan used to work here; he's a good
cattleman but he drinks like blazes,
a good many of 'em do, but he took
to dope running. Bellin’ it here to
the cowpunchers. Jim caught him
at it an’ there was a big row. Jor-
dan, half drunk, tried to kill Jim.
That settled it; he was fired. Then
he took to cattle rustling an’ he’s got
a gang of cut-throats along with
him; maybe some of our fellers are
in cahoots with th’ gang to get dope;
we don't know! He's cleared out
some of our best cattle. Yesterday he
him jailed sure, but he got away;
you came along, as you know. Well,
he'll try to get even—sure as shoot-
ing!" Old Mac stopped, with an ex-
pressive shrug.
"He's likely to kill Keller?”
MacDowell nodded. "Sure! Jane,
too, if she stands in his way.; he’s
just as vindictive as a rattler. Get
me. young man?”
The younger man kept hit eyes
steadily on the unfamiliar road, but
he uttered an exclamation of sur-
prise. “You don’t mean that the
rascal would try to hurt that young
girl?"
"If he thought he could get her
an’ hold her over Jim'a head for
ransom, he’d do it. Jane's in just
as much danger as'Jim, that’s why
I had to come back.”
“By Jove, I wish I’d known that
toda>—when he bolted past me—be-
fore you an' Keller came up!”
Old Mac chuckled. "Seen Jane
Keller, eh’ That’s how all th’ cow-
punchers feel! Well, you know now,
son, an' you've got an all-fired good
chance to make good," he drawled.
“To mak^ good!"
The words struck the other man
like a blow; his face burned in the
darkness, his steel-gray eyes shone
strangely, but he said nothing.
“There's the house, we’re goin' to
the men’s quarters. That there row
of windows towAd us—all lit up—
belong to th’ sickroom. One of
Jim's friends was took down with
pneumonia here an’ they got a
trained nurse an’ kep’ him; he's a
heap better. Old Teresa says he’s
Stenhart heard it. He sprang up
in bed with a cry, his hands shaking
at his throat, his eyes staring at the
darkness of the window.
got a devil!" Mac added, laughing.
"Kind of fine feller, name of Sten-
hart—Max Stenhart.”
Mac heard a smothered exclama-
tion at his side and sensed the sud-
den swerving of the big car.
“Strike a stone? Here, shut her
off, there's one of th' men—Sandy! ’
MacDowell roared as the car
stopped, "you come an' take th'
mail In—where’s Pete Rooney? He
can run this car to th' garage. Here,
you," he put his hand on his new
driver’s shoulder, “you go right up to
th’ house, front door there, an’ see
1 what Jane says about your stayin'—
then you come to th' quarters for
1 eats, see?’’,
■ The young man nodded, helping
the old foreman to climb down; then
he heard MacDowell telling them
about Jordan’s escape.
"Get your guns handy, boys,” he
sang out. “You know that snake;
he’ll be after the yearlings again
—he may get here any time!”
The newcomer did not listen to
the rest of it; he turned away into
the darkness and made a feint of
going directly to tlje house. Half
way he stood still; the lights from
the windows flowed across the short
turf in long pools of radiance, reach-
ing nearly to his feet. He caught
the sound of dishes in the kitchen,
and an open door gave him a
glimpse of the Chinese cook busy
at his task. In the distance some-
where a man was singing lustily in
Spanish; far off he heard the scarce-
ly distinguishable sounds of cattle
in the corrals. He moved swiftly
under the lighted windows, trying to
count them, then, suddenly, he
heard Stenhart's voice! After all
these years he knew it instantly, and
bis hands clenched at hia sides un-
til the nails bit deep into the flesh.
Something tightened in hit throat,
he could scarcely breathe. Then
came a feeling of savage triumph;
he had won out, he was here and
Stenhart was here!
Slowly and cautiously, lie took a
step nearer; he was in
Favorite Costume
With Teen-Agers
ledge was on a level with his eyes.
There was no curtain, and he had
a clear view of the low-ceiled room.
A trained nurse stood at a table be-
side the bed. dropping some medi-
cine slowly into a glass, and the
lamplight was focused on her white
uniform; but beyond her, in the
shadowed four-poster, lay the inval-
id. He had raised himself on his
elbow and was talking to her, a
slight flush deepening the color of
his handsome face. The man at
the window caught the sharp clean
outline of his profile, the fevered
brilliance of his dark eyes, the hol-
lows in his cheeks There was a
look of mental conflict, of unrest.
“It’s bitten in," the outsider
thought, with a kind of bitter satis-
faction; "after all, it'* bitten in!”
Then something, the daredevil in
him, made him lean forward and
speak slowly, distinctly, loudly, one
word;
“Sherwin!"
Stenhart heard it. He sprang up
in bed with a cry, his hands shak-
ing at his throat, his eyes staring at
the darkness of the window. His
tormentor, seeing it. laughed grim-
ly, but he saw the nurse turn and
come toward him. She must not
find him there! Softly, swiftly, he
dropped back into the night and
made his way to the front door.
"MacDowell has just 'phoned from
the garage how kind you were when
he sprained his arm, and I want to
thank you. We. my brother and I,
both think a lot of old Mac!”
The girl had risen from her seat
at Jim's old desk as she spoke, and
she faced him. He saw the fine
curve of her chin and throat, and
the black-lashed blue eyes. She was
an upstanding girl; she could run
the ranch alone in Jim's absence.
The men all looked up to her, held
her in high esteem.
The newcomer did not speak and
she went on quickly: “Mac says
you'd like something to do about the
ranch and we need men,, anyway.
“What—” she smiled frankly—
“please tell me what you can do
best?”
The man reddened. Of course he
had to expect something like this,
but he was not one to whom false-
hood came easily, and to lie to a fine,
frank girl like this! But. after all,
it wasn't altogether a lie!
“My last job was bookkeeping.”
he said, and then, as he saw the
swift change in her expression, he
added; "Not just the thing for a
ranch, I’m afraid, but if 1 can turn
my hand to something out-of-doors,
I’d like It.”
“You’re from the East?” her blue
eyes considered him gravely, imper-
sonally, and then she smiled. “I’m
not sure but that you're a godsend!
I've been trying to straighten up
Jim's accounts and it's perfectly
hopeless, he’s so splashy with ink
and so bad at figures! I'd be glad if
you'd try your hand at these tomor-
row." As she spoke she swept a
bunch of dog-eared old books with
her fingers.
He came nearer and began to turn
them over, snatching at this strange
opportunity to get into the house, the
house where Stenhart was! He ran
his index finger along under the
name—written in Jim Keller’s big
sprawling handwriting.
" 'El Rancho de las Palomas'—
you cling to the Spanish down here,
eh?”
She laughed. “ ‘Las Palomas’
sounds so much better than just
plain English. Besides, there used
to be many doves here—there are
still. Can you untangle those fig-
ures, do you think?”
"Surely I can—they're quite sim-
ple.”
“Simple? 1 was ail snarled up!”
she laughed softly again. "Then
you’U do this until Jim comes?
I—” she hesitated, blushing unac-
countably; “I can’t make any
terms—of course you understand
that? My brother's the boss, but
,if you can wait—”
“Oh, thaj's all right, you’ll be
feeding and lodging me, you see!
For the first time, he laughed and
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Webb, Leonard. The West News (West, Tex.), Vol. 56, No. 39, Ed. 1 Friday, February 15, 1946, newspaper, February 15, 1946; West, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth589889/m1/2/: accessed June 29, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting West Public Library.