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— THE NEWBERRY SUN FRIDAY, OCTOBER 25, 1940 into The Sunset By JACKSON GREGORY Second Installment SYNOPSIS Barry Haveril leaves his Texas home to see the country, meets a man who has just been shot who turns out to be a cousin of his, Jesse Conroy. Barry helps takes care of his wounds and Jesse gives Barry his gun, a very unusual one. When they part Barry leaves for home but finds the family is no longer there. When he rs leav ing he suddenly comes across a dead man who turns out to be his brother, Robert. He knew it was Robert the in stant he glimpsed the sprawling form even before he looked for any face, and he knew too that he was dead. So it was a burning-eyed blanched - faced tragic boy who burst in upon Humphrey’s, saying thickly as they stared at him: “He’s dead. Robert, he’s dead. Somebody killed him. Who? I want to know who ? You tell me, Tex Hmphreys!” Molly went back with him and Tex to where the body lay, a Molly who was all melting black eyes from which the tears streamed unceasingly. Tex sat a long while on his heels, then looked straight up into Barry’s hardened face. “He rode off this way late yestid- dy,” he said, speaking softly and drawlingly. “Somebody bushwhacked him. Stood right over yander, by that big tree. Shot him clean through the At Specially Low Prices You will find . . . Nighties Sleepers Union Suits Gertrudes Vests, Etc., at Mrs. J. W. White’s 1005 Caldwell Street Drop in and look these bargains over haid.” He got up and moved about, look ing for sign. “Here’s where he stood, Barry. He was afoot; didn’t have any boss.' An’ Robert did; he was ridin’ my Coaly. My bes’ boss, my Mex saddle an’ bridle—all gone! Some body might mebbe thought he was wo’th killin’ for that outfit; somebody afoot that wanted a boss real bad; somebody mebbe the law was after. “We c’n follow the tracks,” said Barry. “We c’n see which way he rode off.” Tex agreed in all heartiness. They hastened back to Humphreys’ ranch for horses. They put in a dogged, determined day, and in the end turn ed back little wiser than when they started. That night Barry shook his head at Tex Humphreys’ invitation to stay, and turned under the stars toward his own place. , . . , He walked half the night before he rolled exhausted into his blanket and slept When he awoke he was so stiff and sore that he could scarcely stand; he had less use for a horse than ever before, and vowed he would never fork another. In a pink dawn with r chill moutain wind blowing he break wasted and rolled his pack and went It was almost a day’s trip, north and west, to the spot where he had watched the two border crossbreeds engaged in their primitive gold-glean in" operations. Down in the ravine he set his rifle aside, pulled off his worn boots, rolled up his overalls and went to work. He didn’t have a pan as the others had, but he did have big stong capable hands. He found a sandy place be tween two big rocks, scooped up a lot of the wet sand and smeared it out thin and smooth on top of the flatter boulder. Then he began picking through it, distributing particles with a homy fingernail, seeking the soft reddish pellets. Next morning he tried higher up stream. Four hours he mounted, try ing in all sorts of piaces. Before noon he found a pothole under water at the lower end of a pool, He spent about two hours at that hole, thinking that he might as well clean it out while he was at it; he could find another next time. Then figuring that he must have about all the gold he would need for the things he wanted in town, he started back cabinward. Hardly start ed, he stopped, and looked back, un- I WHILE AT THE FAIR 1 | PAUSE and I REFRESH with Delicious — Refreshing Visit Our Plant Newberry Coca Cola Bottling Co. 0-X"X-X"X“X"X-XK-X»X"X<“XK“X~X“X~X*X“X*0*X~X~X**X •>X>X“X»>X“X“X“X”»XK“»X*0<>X>-»»X“»>X“Xi Make LOMINICK’S Drug Store your FAIR Headquarters Hundreds of Newberry county people will make our store their headquarters next week We invite you to join them and let us serve you too. Our'stocks are complete; our Fountain Service ex cellent and we are all set to serve you. Hot Sandwiches and Good Coffee Come to Lominick’s for all drug needs. Prescriptions carefully filled according to doctor’s orders Lominick’s Drug Store Phone 148 - Newberry, S. C. -X“X“X-X“>X“X->X-»>X»»»0‘X>'> decided. He’d want to get a lot of shells for his new six gun, a terrible lot of ’em; he wondered whether he had gold enough. The next morning he set out. It was a long walk to Tylersville; Jesse had told him it must be thirty-forty mile. Tylersville, a ragged and crooked cow town, sprawled in what had been once known at Cottonwood Flats. When a buckboard came dashing around a far comer in an enormous cloud of dust,; he drew back against a wall as though afraid of being run down, even on a sidewalk. Then, see ing it close as it shot on by, he was impressed by its elegance. Two sleek beautiful matched bays with floating silver manes drew it; and imposing figure of a man drove it, a handsome big blond man. At his side was a little girl; she looked very little indeed beside the man’s imposing bulk, and about all that Barry could make of her as she went past was that she too wore blue and that she had a big white hat from which blue ribbons streamed and then she was laughing. Men clumped along the sidewalk, most of them dusty and in high-heel ed boots with dragging spurs, with big hats, the brims pushed back, and with flapping open vests. He stopped fascinated before a window full of things to make his mouth water; some of them looked al most too pretty to eat. Barry went in. At one side was a counter, at the other a series of small tables with low partitions jutting out from the wall to separate them. He sat down and when a waiter came said, after drawing a long breath: “I want a hunk of choc’late cake and a hunk of the white cake that’s yellow inside and some sody water.” He had disposed of perhaps half of the chocolate cake and two thirds or the white one, when he saw the big blond man and the little girl come in; they went to a table next to his but were hidden when they sat down, by the partition. The waiter almost ran to serve them. Barry wolfed down the rest of his cake and caught the waiter’s eye. “I didn’t bring any real money a- long,” he said, keeping his voice down. “You can take the price out of this.” He held a little pile of dust and fine grains of gold in his palm. Instinc tively he refrained from show ing all he had. The waiter looked startled. “Wait a shake,” he said, and departed. Bar. ry, leaning out from his cubbyhole, saw him go out on the sidewalk and disappear; he was seeking the pro prietor. Presently a stocky sandy haired man with slate-blue eyes and a constant blink, came and stood over Barry and peered at what was in his hand. “Two pieces of fancy cake an’ sody?” he said. He scooped the con tents of Barry’s hand into his own, “All right, buddy; we’ll call it square this time,” he said. And then Barry was conscious of the big blond man, the Judge, stand ing up, towering over the partition. Barry looked straight into a pair of bold, very dark brown eyes. “What is it, Al?” the Judge asked the proprietor. “Doesn’t happen to be gold now, does it?” Al whirled about. “Hello, Judge, 1 he said. “I didn’t see you and Miss Lucy.” “I reckon not.” The Judge smiled after a fashion to warm a man. At least so Barry thought A! said hur riedly. “I was jus’ going to step out an’ get it weighed so’s I could give this young fellow his change.” “Sure,” smiled the Judge, “S^.e. He extended his hand and Al said, “Shore Judge,” and gave him the gold. Scarcely glancing at it, the Judge re turned it to Barry. “Step right next door into the Gen eral Hardware Store,” he said. “You can get it weighed there and you’ll get honest weight. I’ll pay for your lunch here.” “I’m obliged, Judge,” said Barry, “but I like to pay my own way.” The Judge laughed; Barry saw Miss Lucy’s bright eyes peeking out at him from behind the big man. “It won’t amount to much. I reck on,” the Judge said, “and you can pay me back. Go ahead into the store; I’m dropping in there myself in a min ute.’ So Barry thanked him again and took his hat and rifle and went out, cinscious all the while of those lively bright eyes of Miss Lucy’s. “She is real pretty,” he thought “Something like Sister Lucy, too.” It was but a few steps to the store. As Barry stepped in he thought: Judge huh. Why he’s Judge Blue. Sure to be. And he can tell me about Lucy and all my folks!” To the man behind the counter he said, “I want to buy some things. The Judge told me you could weigh my gold for me.” “I shore can if you ain’t got so much as to break my scales down.” the storekeeper admitted. “What do you want to buy?” “Some shells for my six-gun,” said Barry. “This one.” He unholstered it and put it on the counter. “Forty- fives,” he said. The storekeeper reached for the gun; he turned it over slowyl in his hand, seemingly to study it. “Where’d you get this gun?” he asked. “It’s mine.” said Barry. “Got any shells for it?” “Seems like I’ve heard of a gun like this before,” said the other still turing it over. “Don’t know what kind of wood this is; manbanita may be, but it’s so bloody-red a man sort got it?” “Didn’t say,” answered Barry. “Got any shells for it?” “That gun belonged once to a kill er, kid. They called him the Laredo Kid.” “What’s he look like?” asked Bar ry. “Never saw him an’ glad of it. You ain’t him, are you?” “No. And I guess there’s other guns like this. Let’s see your shells.” He bolstered the six-gun; he meant to holster further conversation along with it. “Hello, Digby,” he said. “I told this young man you could handle his gold for him. Fix him up all right?” “Evenin’, Judge,” said Digby. “Let the Judge see your gun, kid.” “He says one like this belonged to the Laredo Kid,” said Barry, and held it out for the Judge to look at. The judge seemed interested; he handled the heavy weapon just as the storekeeper had done, then handed it back without saying anything. “I asked him where he got it at,” said Digby. The Judge’s lips twitched into a smile. “What did he say?” he asked of Digby though he was looking straight at Barry. “He didn’t say,” snorted Digby, and the Judge laughed softly. “All right, all right,” muttered Digby. “Pour out your dust, young fellow, and I’ll tell you how much.” This time Barry emptied his pouch on a piece of wrapping paper making a small neat gold hill. Digby jerked' up his brow but said nothing; he did look sharply at the Judge. This time it was the Judge who spoke, briskly. “Look here young fellow. I don’t know where you got that—” “It’s mine all right,” said Barry. To Digby, he said, “Are you goin’ to weight it?” “But I am going to tell you some thing.” The Judge’s voice was com pelling and Barry looked into that pair of old, leaf-brown eyes. You went to the right place when you showed your gold in the resturant if you want word of it all over town in side half and hour. Well, it’s your business and you look dry behind the ears.” He turned and went out, mere ly saying over his shoulder from the door: “If you) get in trouble it’s your going, not mine. But let me know. Just tell anybody you’re a friend of mine. It might help. “Who’s he?” asked Barry of the storekeeper. The other stared., “Hell don’t you know him? He’s Judge Parker Blue.” “Thought so,” nodded Barry. How much in money does it weigh?” “Four hundred fifty dollars,” snort ed the storekeeper “Want to take it all out in ca’tridges, huh?” “Give me the money,” Barry told him. ‘Then I’ll do some buyin’.” (TO BE CONTINUED) ■ Tr LE R AMENTS B»G LIVES Kessler •'DOeeVdOOEP 60LF GUAM Pi 00. EXCITED TUE EWVy OF AAAJOV OF TUB UETESANP OF T14E MOEMT 6AME M1EX) UC OlX OLD IM ATLAAJTA. £A. ^ou&ty TELL “TURN-DOWN” LOVELY PARTIES GIVEN THURSDAY Mrs. Sloan Chapman, Mrs. George Dominick, and Mrs. Dave Hayes were co-hostesses at two bridge parties Thursday. On Thursday morning, the Newber ry Country Club was the scene where twelve tables were laid for contract. The club house was a lovely setting with its floral decorations of dahlias and gladioli. Winning prizes for the morning were Mrs. Wilton Todd, high; Mrs. Steve Griffith, seond; Mrs. Per cy Stokes, bingo, and Mrs. John Epps floating prize. Eight tables were laid for guests at the home of Mrs. Hayes on Mam street on Thursday afternoon. Aut umn flowers were effectively used a- bout the rooms, which were thrown en suite for the occasion. After sev eral progressions, prizes were awarded as follows: high, Mrs. Hol land Sligh; second, Mrs. Adrian Sum mer; bingo, Miss Mary McClure; floating prize, Miss Edna Hartness. At each occasion, a delectable salad course was served with hot tea. Miss es Tilla West, Evelyn Burns, Mary Alice Mitchell, Mrs. Everett Evans, and Mrs. Claire Parks were invited to call after cards on Thursday morn ing. If a maiden wishes to tell a young m.»u that his attentions are unwel come to her in Westphalia, Germany, she sets a dish of turnips before him at the table. Musical Sleeper Wiflebottom: My, that was a won derful sleep I had last night. I slept like a log. Mrs. W: Yes—a log with a saw going through it. MOST VISITORS Shenandoah National Park, Va., had the greatest number of visitors to any of the national parks of the United States during 1939, with a total of 911,612, carried in 270,833 private cars. i“X“X“»»X~X“> , ?"»X‘** , X“X~X'"»XK“X"X' , X w X w >X w »>X k XXxX“*' You May Win First Prize . .. But whether you do or not you will have a good time and learn a lot at The Newberry County loir OCTOBER 38 - NOVEMBER 3 Drop in at our monument yard while here. We will be glad to see you and to serve you. Newberry Monument Co. (Formerly Newberry Stone Co.) * “Memorials of Lasting Beauty” FRIEND ST. J. B, COWARD, Prop. <X««X<-X*. <“X*X"X>*< NO RAILSPL1TTER Abraham Lincoln once- told a Washington friend that he did not know how to fell a tree, and that he split very few rails in his entire life time. x-xx<-x-x<-x-X"C”:<»x-x-:-«x<-X“X«x<“X“X<«x«*<-x<->x*<x>oo o * Down on the farm.. A visit to the Fair will show you a bit of life “down on the farm”, and since the farm is so vital to all of us, we should go go to the Fair and help make it a success. NEWBERRY COUNTY FAIR October 28 - November 2 The Farmers Oil Mill is interested in the farmers of Newberry county and in the Fair . . . Newberry county is becoming a better county through its diversified agri culture and she is just beginning . . Come to the Fair, and see how the other fellow is doing it. Farmers Oil Mill Phone 155 J. H. Wicker, Mgr. ^x*->x«-x-X“X“>»x»x~:->:“>:-x-x*'»x->»