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Ht'**- ■/ » ► t Last Installment “You can go back to her, Duane 1 It never seemed possible, but now it’s true. Fight with us from cover—then go back to her. You will have served the Texas Rangers as no other man has. I’ll accept your resignation. You’ll be free, lionored, happy—and rich. Jennie’s rich, Duane. And she loves you! My God! how tl loves you! She’s ” But Duane cut him short with a fierce gesture. He lunged up/to his feet and the rangers fell bade Dark silent, grim as he had lx?ei)4 still there was a transformation sipgularly more sinister, stranger. “Enough. I’m dofr£,” he said som berly. “I’ve planned. Do we agree— or shall I meet Poggin and his gang alone?” * # MacNelly cursed and again threw up his hands, this time in baffled chagrin. There was deep -regret in his dark eves as they rested upon Duane. *‘T accept, Duane,” he rejoined quietly. “I’ll go about the arrange ments at once.” Duane was left alone. Never had his mind been so quick, so clear, so wonderful in its undcr- Mattffmg of what had heretofore been intricate gnd elusive impulses of his strange nature. His determination was to meet Poggin. Meet him before any one else had a fchance—Poggin first— and then the others! He was as un alterable in that decision as if, on the instant of its acceptance, he had be come stone. At a few minutes before half-past two a dark compact body of horsemen app ared far down, turning iuio the road. They came at a sharp trot— a group that would have attracted at tention anywhere at any time. They came a little faster as they entered town—then faster still—now they were four blocks away—now three—now two. Duane hacked down the middle of the vestibule, up the steps, and halted in the center of the wide doorway. There seemed to be a rushing in his ears through .. which pierced sharp ringing <1f iron hoofs. He could see tmly the corner of the street. But suddenly into that shot lean-limbed dusty bay horses. There was a clat tering of nervous hoofs pulled to a halt Duane taw the tawny Poggin speak to his companions. He dismounted quickly. They followed suit. They had the manner of ranchers about to conduct some business. No guns showed. Poggin started leisurely for the bank-door, quickening step a little. The others, close together, came behind him. Blossom Kane had a bag in his left hand. Jim Fletcher was left be hind, and he had already gathered up the bridles. Poggin entered the vestibule first, with Kane on one side, Boldt on the Other, a little behind him. As he strode in he saw Duane. r> “Great Scott 1“ he cried. Something inside Duane burst, piercing all df him with gold. Was it that fear? “Buck Duane!“ echoed Kane. One instant Poggin looked up, and Duane loked down. Like a striking jaguar Poggin moved. Almost as quick, Duane threw his arm. The guns boomed almost together. Duane felt a blow just before he . pulled trigger. His thoughts came swift like the strange dots before his eyes. His rising gun had loosened in his hand. Poggin had drawn quicker! A tearing agony encompassed his breast. He pulled—pulled—at random, funder of booming shots all about | • Red flashes—jets of smoke—shrills yells. The end—yes—the endl With fading sight he saw Kane go down, then Boldt. But supreme tor ture-bitter than death—Poggin stood, mane like a lion’s, back to the w T all, bloody-faced, grand, with his guns spouting red! All faded—darkened. The thunder deadened. Duane fell, seemed float ing. ( There it drifted—Jennie Lee's sweet lacc, white, sad, with dark tragic eyes —fading—fading—fading Light shone before Duane’s eyes— thifck, strange light that came and went. He seemed a long time with dull and booming sounds rushing by, fill ing all. It was a dream in which there was nothipg. Drifting under a bur den-darkness—light—sound — move ment. Obscure struggling 'thought— vagu^_scnse of time—long time. * There was blackness and fire, creep ing consuming fire. He was rolled and wrapped in it—and a dark cloud carried him away, enveloped him. He saw then, dimly, a room that was strange, strange people moving about, over him. with faint voices, far away, things in a dream. He saw again, clearly, and con sciousness returned, still strange, still unreal, full of those vague and far away things. He was not dead, then. He lay stiff, like a stone, with a weight l>onderous as a mountain upon him. And slow dull beating burning agony racked all his bound body. A man bent over him, looked deep into his eyes, and seemed to whisper from a distance: “Duane—Duane— Ah, he knew me!” After that another long time of darkness; when the light came again, clearer, this same dark-eyed earnest ■nan bent over him. It was MacNelly —and with recognition the past flooded back. Duane tried to speak. His lips were weak and limp. Their movement was barely t «rceptible. “Have—you—sent—for her?" “No, qh no. It’s not that bad. You’ve a chance. Why, man, you’ll get well. You’ll pack a sight of lead all your life, Duane. The whole Southwest knows your story. You need never be ashamed again of the name Buck Duane. It’ll live in Texas with that of Dairy Crocket. Think of Jennie—home—mother 1" Then there was a white house— home—and his heart beat thick. How familiar it all was—how strange, too! And all seemed magni fied. The someone in white cried low and knelt by his bed. His mother flung wide her arms with strange gesture. “That man—that’s his father I Where is my boy? My son, oh, roy son!” It was sheer pleasure to lie by the west window and watch Uncle Jim whittle his stick and listen to him talk. He was old now and broken. He told so many interesting things about people Duane had known, people who had grown up and married, failed, succeeded, gone away, died. But it was hard to keep Uncle Jim off the subjects of guns, fights, outlaws. He could not seem to divina how mention of those things made Duane shrink. Uncle Jim, old, childish now, and he had a pride in Duane. He wanted to hear it all—all of Duane’s exile. And if there was one thing more than an other that pleased him it was to speak of the bullets Duane carried in his body.. “Nine bullets, wasn’t it? Nine in that last scrap. By gum! A man's m man to carry them. And you had three before?” “Yes, uncle,replied Duane. “Nine and three—that makes twelve. An even dozen. You could pack more than that, my boy, and get away with them. There’s Cole Younger—I’ve seen him. He’s goWwenty-three. But he’s a bigger man than you—more flesh. “Funny, wasn’t it, about the doctors qnly cuttin’ one bullet out of you—that one in your breast bone? It was a forty-one caliber, an unusual cartridge. “There was fine bullet left in Pog- gin’s gun, and it was the same kind as the one cut out. By gum! boy,* that bullet would have killed you if it’d stayed there." “It would, indeed, uncle," said A Duane, and the old, haunting, somber mood returned. But Jennie was with him most of the time, and when she was by there was a deep, quiet joy such as had never been his. ' She knelt by him at the window, her sweet face still white, but with warm life beneath the marble, her dark eyes still intent, haunted by shadows, but no longer tragic. “The pain. Duane—is it any worse today, dear?” she asked. “No, it’s the same. It will always be the same. Jennie. I’m full of lead, you know. But I don’t mind that.” “It’s the old mood—the fear?" “Yes. It haunts me. I’ll be able to go out soon. Then it’ll come back.” “No—no. Duane,” she said. ^ “Some druken cowboy—some fool with a gua will hunt me our,” he said miseraWt. “Buck Duane! To kill Biwk Duane!" ,T Hush! Listen to me," she whis pered. with tender arms round him. “I understand. But you will never have to draw again, Duane * — . never kill another man, thank Ixjp I For you will have me with you al ways. Soon you’ll be well. Then, Duane, we’ll—well be married. ^ “We’ll take Uncle Jim and mother and go far from Texas, north some where—to Indiana, Michigan, any where that we want. 1 have money, Duanet Isn’t it wonderful? The little, ragged girl you met out in B1— out in the Rio Grande! • . “Do you remember my greaser san dals—no stockings! And 1 was lame then. Oh, it all comes back I But that’s past. We’ll buy a farm, and you will be busy with horses and cattle and sheep. “You’ll forget. 1*11 love you sa Maybe—I—I hope—oh, I pray— there’ll be children. We’ll be happy, Duane." They watched the sun set golden over the line of low hills in the West, down over the Nueces, far beyond the wild country of the Rio Grande which they were never to see again. 0m When a Winstonville woman was told in Winston County Court to repeat what she said to her land lord when he asked for the rent, she asked:“‘Are you going to clear the court first?" THE END why he doesn’t call on you any more Why not find out instead oJ puzzled ? being In Love # Dear Miss Vera, - \ ~ - I am twenty-two and in love with a Do you think man the i of thirty-three, difference in age is too great? If a freight train at a crossing Hits an auto fair and square, There’s the freight train—Where’s the auto? Echo answers, “Where, oh where?" Puzzled Dmr Miss-Vera, " I am a young girl of eighteen and I went with a boy for a couple of months. He only came on Sundays. DORIS. v v * Dear Doris, the difference in age doesn’t matter—if you are in love. Burglar No. 1: “I think we have got everything. *We haven’t over looked anything, have we, Spike?” —No. 24 - “I don’t think, so,—hut. AU at once he quit without telling me. Now I wouldn’t have cared a thing about it if he wouldn’t have said (hat he laved me and cared a lot A Broken Date - \ Dear Miss Vega, A boy has been trying to see me for weeks, and I always refused to make a date with him—just to tease. we'll get a newspaper in the morn- >^ r w I rather fell for him. ing and make sure Tommie: “Would you be cross if I tried to kiss you?" Maizie: “Yes! I hate failures 1" Housekeeper: “I never do feed tramps." Old Tramp: “Aw, who's askin' ya to? Give us the grub—I’ll feed myself.” The taxi suddenly came to a halt in the middle of the street. “What is the matter?" called the man from the back seat. “I thought the young lady said stop," answered the chauffeur. “Well, she wasn’t speaking to you, was she?" / saw him uptown and asked him if he were mad. I didn’t tvont to ask him right out why he quit. He didn’t say a word except that he wasn’t mad. Don’t you think he has been stringing me along? j Don’t you think if he meant all he said he Wouldn’t have quit? PUZZLED. * * a Dear Puzzled, of course everything seems to point to the fact that he has been stringing you along, as you say, but if I were you I wouldn’t be too sure of that. He may be keeping away under some misconception or hsm: Finally 1 made a date unth hwt and he did nqt show up. Later he said he had been feeling ill, but I sus pect that he broke the date out of re venge. What do you think? 'BELLE. * * * Dear Belle, I think that probably he really was ill, since he had been so anxious to see you. Why be so suspicious? And why tease him in that way? Make another date with him now and see if he keeps it. I don't see how your explanation could have occurred to you—it seems out landish to me to think he would try to get revenge by not keeping a date he was anxious to makt. In that other, and you ought to try to find event, why should he have excused out Next time you see him ask him ~ himself and explained afterwards? Virginia-Carolina Chemical Corporation Not a Waste Product “In its inception the fertilizer in dustry w as a waste-product indus try. It has become a chemical industry requiring chemists and otHcr technical experts,’’ said E. L. Robins, president of the* National F( rt'.lizer Assn., at the association’s fall meeting in Atlanta, Preaident Rohins suggested that the word “fertilizer” be dropped from the association’s name and literature, and that the words “plant food” be substituted everywhere. v-C For more than thirty years V-C Plant Foods have been made under their own name. They are now serving their third generation. — V-C On the prairies of western Texas bet ween .35 and 40 hours of labor wit h maehimry will produce 140 to 160 pounds of lint cotton from an acre of land, savs the U. ft. Department of Agriculture. In the black belt of Texas it takes 50 to 60 hours. Back in the southeast, the old cot ton belt, they put in l>etween_100 and 125 hours—but they fertilize hcaviir and GROW MORE ON THAT ACRE. v-c — y "EXCEPT THESE TWO” “In agriculture, most of our mechanical devices thus far have merely had the effect of enabling one man to culti vate more acres. Deep-till ing machines have done a little (to increase yield per acre) but the principal in- crease's have been the result of new and hi-avv-yieUfing crops AND OF CHEMICAL FERTILIZERS. Except for th« > se two factors, very little has been done in the past 2.000 years to increase the producing rapacity of a given an*.” This Economic World, by Carver and Lester, f V-C “I have handled V-C Fertilisers for 15 years, and I have never yet had to make an apology for their mechanical condition or productive qualities."—S. L. Warren, Mt. Olive, N. C. Vg GOOD DOCTRINE “We must increase our acre yield iq cotton so as to turn more acres loose for other crops for our families and stock. The price for cotton is too uncertain to risk a low yield. No man can make money raising cotton at a quarter of a bale to the acre, evehat20 cents a pound."— M. P. 8ulrer, Texas prize winner with V-C. \ lean Urk High analysis fertilizers are coming—but they’ll be slow and sure about it. Farmers are ranging today among fertilizer grades of between 15% and 25% available plant food. But manufacturers are already producing—and selling— fertilizers containing up to 40%. Progressive fanners arc leading the way, and some have already arrived. * v-c There are more than a thousand varieties of cotton. But V-C A boll weevil too hot and dry for been quarantined ment in Arizona, hold him—but he up for the winter in totigh that look like right through government figures hie ii stranded in the desefi had to change going. weevil because he on a wild plant of is kin to cotton end grows in the Arizona mountains. But give him a chance and he takes to rad cotton like a dog to the buehee. Cotton farmers of the far southwest we riding high wRh dry-land <rops when he had to come along. Thur- beria may be his right name, hut what those farmers call him ooulgin’t be published in a family paper like FULL ROWS. f V-C * -v-c- PIONEERS Cotton farmers of the Old South have pioneered with an idea. They have PROVED that earlier cotton, more cotton, better cotton, can be grown on fewer acres with less work—if the plant is fed vigorously on a complete and reliable fertiliser, like V-C. Thus was pointed the way on which the rest of the world is starting with ALL crops. v-c It’s not the bolls that start but the bolls that finish—the ones that hang on and mature - -these are the bulb that pile up your cotton profits. V'-C does Us job dear to the end. • t “Farmer* are learning how to make fertiliser expenditure an In vestment and not an expense.**— H. D. Wllaon, Louisiana Commia- aloner of Agriculture. Every bale of cottoh from the soil sp much plant food as is contained in 850 pounds of tufa- grade fertilizer. V-O —>» Something's Sting Wasted Cottonseed hulls are still being burned as useless. But it seems like that’s just became than merry chemist boys haven't found the tuns yet to work on them. Some day they’ll get around to finding good use for the “furfural, acetic* acid, alcohol, tar, and other hydrocarbons as well as compounds of carbon arid sodium'' that the U. 8. of Agriculture says the bulb tain. They’ll be tracts into all sorts of waU h the hull market rise! v-o——:— Why la th« why ts the non wev a called “he”? Itb the hen doe* the damage. V-O— “Commercial fertiliser b a FOOD-not a stimulant. It supply auch found deficient ii jlrte fertilizer »* anccd ration for aary'for the l«eat m nutrition ta for a d ben.”—C. T. Ames, •VIBCINIA-CABOLINA CHSHICAL COBFOBATIO*. About l/out Health Things You Should Know Govan News. a “THE DESPERATE LOVER” by E. P. Phillips is our New Serial Story which starts in our next issue—Read the first installment. .by John Joseph Gaines, hi D “Marriageable” This is not the age of chance—of good or bad luck. It is an age of scientific accuracy, if anything. Intel ligent young men and women now adays weigh important contracts before entering them,—and, there is no more serious engagement than the marriage contract. Perfect happiness is impossible with out perfect health. Each party to the marriage-vow has a perfect legal and moral right to demand and expect physical capability on part of the other. Given a perfectly healthy couple—and that means mentally as we ll—and the divorce courts will be shy in clientele by the couple who prefer a higher plane of existence. re haphazard matches, by youngsters who are im pelled by animal desire to undertake, marriage. These do, not last long after disillusionment. It is very-easy to deceive one’s self in the age of inexperience—and the awakening is mighty painful sometimes. The young man or woman should never enter the married state un advised. I know of no situation where the advice of the sympathetic family physician is more" demanded. Let the young man go to his doctor, and ask every question he can think of about matters of which he is ignorant. He should submit cheerfully to a full physical examination; and, it is per fectly proper for him to learn from the same source, how to care for the trusting young woman who is gi\ing herself into his keeping. ^ oung man, there is no better counsel than this I’m giving yon. Please bear it in mind constantly, ere the most important step ^ nr Govan, Jan. 12 —Mezdames Lula Rogers, Edna and Rosalie Dicks and Miss Ruth Rogers\ were guests of Mrs. S. M. Kennedy Saturday. The following, who were home for the holidays, have returned to their respective colleges: Misses Carrie and Alms Lancaster, Winthrop; Claude Odom and Clarence Gunnels, Clemson; Hagood Zorn, the Citadel; Alston Browning, Draughon's Business Col lege, Columbia. Miss Evelyn Kittrell visited her sister, Mrs. P. E. Rkkenbaker, in Columbia, Thursday. Mr. and Mrs. 0. W. Lancaster have returned from a visit to relatives in Leesville, S. C., and Pelham, Ga. Mrs. D. W. Kittrell was a shopper in Columbia Tuesday. Miss Gussie Sea brook spent the past week with her sister. Miss Margaret Seabrook, in Charleston. Miss Elizabeth Browning was a visitor m Columbia last week. Miss Margaret Eubanks, of Union, is spending sometime with relatives here. Miss Louise Kennedy is visiting her aunt in Bamberg. P. A. Kittrell, operator for the S. A. I., is now working at Livingston. Leo Shepard, of River Junction, Fhby-ifr working here as operator for LOOES GOOD TA! Tutti Fi TRY A BUI FOR SATISFAI ADVERTISE IN The People- Sentinel. the S. A. L. The younger set of Govan enjoyed a very pleasant evening on Friday night, Jan. 5, at the town hall. Square dancing was enjoyed until a late hour. A large number attended from^Olar, Bamberg, Denmark and Cope. Sev eral of the older set were present a* * chaperons. » ♦ » Dunbarton Defeats Williston. TRAD I Williston.—The 1929 basketball sea son was inaugurated in Williston <m Tuesday afternoon, when the W* E- H. S. team met Dunbarton High. It was a hard-fought game throughout, show mg up the s^ccelent training of both teams. The locals played excellent ball in tip last half and the outcome was doubtful until the final whistle, when the score showed 17 to 14 in favor of Dunbarton. and INSU F • WIN! PUBLIC Acai FOR SALK—Boy's bicycle in first class condition. For further tion apply, to R. Stanley Die well, S. C.