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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
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Drop in and look these
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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-
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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)
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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.
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OCTOBER 38 - NOVEMBER 3
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We will be glad to see you and to serve you.
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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
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culture and she is just beginning . . Come
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