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FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 1, 1940 THE NEWBERRY SUN PAGE THREB Classified Ads PANSY PLANTS FOR SALE—We will have the hrst shipment of Steels Jumbo Pansy plants Novembei 1st. Place your order now for one of the shipments. Miss Mattie Adams, Phone 511. WANTED—Veals, Cows and Hogs; also your Cow Hides. Se us before you sell. The Newberry Abattoir. KNITTERS’ NOTiCE—We still have a complete line of Fall yarns—Come and see us at our new location. Miss Mattie Adams, 909 Wilson St., Phone 511. FOR SALE—Registered Poland China Boars and gills at reasonable prices H. O LONG 13-4t Silverslreet, S. C. FOR SALE—I have seed barley, oats, and wheat grown from pedigreed seed. See me before you buy. H. O. LONG 13-4t Silverstreet, S. C. H-D COLUMN By MISS ETHEL L. COUNTS ROOMS FOR RENT—One furnished or two unfurnished. Please call after three o’clock. Phone 49-W 1021 Harrington Street. 2t FOR RENT — Private apartment, downstairs. Call Mrs. D. J. Taylor, Phone 468. 9-i3-tf FLOWERS—We are'now specializing in Flowers for ALL Occasions. Call on us at any time for: Corsages, de signs, potted plants and cut flowers. Call at our new location at 909 Wil son St., or Phone 511—day or night. "We send flowers anywhere”—Miss Mattie Adams. ' HEMSTITCHING—Bring your hem- stib hing to M.ss Mattie Adams at her new location—909 Wilson Street. Phone 511. SEED GRAIN FOR SALE 1 have made arrangements with The Ruff Bros., Agents for Allis Chalmers machinery, Newberry, S. C. to handle my seed grain. Clemson Strain Beardless Barley $1.25 per bu. Marretts Strain Beardless Barley $1.25 per bu. Coker’s Fulgrain Oats . .$ .75 per bu. Cokers Redheart Wheat $1.50 per bu. ALL SEED UECLEANED AND IN FIRST CLASS CONDITION Please call on these boys and get good reliable seed to plant at reasonable prices. Their place .near The Stand ard Warehouse Co. H. O. LONG, 3-50-tf Silverstreet, S. C. TAX NOTICE The tax books will be open for col lection of 1940 taxes on and after October 1, 1910. The following is general levy for all except special purposes: Mills Ordinary County 13 Bonds, Notes and Interest ... 17Vi Roads and Bridges 2 Hospital School State 3 County School S'.fc County Board of Education .. 1 State 1 TOTAL 43 The following are the authorized special levies lor the various school districts of the county: DisL No. Mills 1. Newberry 2. Mt. Bethel-Garmamy .... 3. Maybinton ... 2 4. Long Lane 5. McCullough ... 5 6. Cromer ... 0 8. Reagin .... 10 9. Deadfall ,... 10 10. Utopia 11. Hartford 12. Johnstone ... 6 13. Stony Hill 14. Prosperity ...15 15. O’Neall ... 8 18. Fairview ... 4 19. Midway .. . 4 21. Central . . . 4 22. St. Phillips 23. Rutherford ... 4 24. Broad River .... 4 25. New Hope-Zion .... 4 26. Pomaria . . . 12 27. Red Knoll . . . 6 28. ... 4 29.. Mt. Pleasant ... 8 30. Little Mountain .... 16% Since November is a month during which relatively little garden work is usually' done, at this time we should not under-estimate the value of a good all-year garden. From the standpoint of dollars and cents the garden area, acre for acre, is unques tionably the most valuable spot on the farm. It has been only a relatively short time since Science discovered the exact constituents or elements of vegetables that have the power of uromoting growth and health. These important elements found in vege tables, rnd especially in leafy vege tables, are vitamins and mineral salts, and experiments in human and ani mal nutrition have proved their im portance for good growth and health, especially in the case of children. Likewise, the food special ists tell us that the diet should con tain a certain amount of bulky food. Vegetables meet these requirements in the form of fibre or cellulose. Hence, authorities in food and health recommend the use of a supply of vegetables in the diet each day. While no discussion is here <nven it is well known that fruits of the many kinds havn similar virtues. The growing of good gardens thru- out the year is largelv a habit. Many who have recently developed this habit have found the home garden not only profitable, but a source of pleasure and happiness. Now is a good time to begin think ing and making plans for the 1941 Spring Garden. The garden, of course, should be located in close proximity of the residence on account of convenience. But on the farm where plenty of land is available, change the location of the next garden if possible. This is highly desirable in order to avoid or lessen the damages of insects of the vege tables. Some vegetables should not be grown in the same soil two years in succession if best results are to be obtained. If possible to change your garden [ location, it would be desirable to im mediately apply broadcast over the | new soil stable manure (and maybe j complete commercial fertilizer) and ] turn or break the land deeply before j the winter rains set in. If the soil is strongly acid, an ap plication of dolomitic limestone or basic slag should be given, especially to that portion of the garden soil where such crops as cabbage, peas, spinach, and beets, etc. are to be planted, as these vegetables will not tolerate an excess of soil acidity as will other vegetables like the Irish potato, for instance.. Properly care for all the winter vegetables that you now have in your garden. Such crops as carrots, beets, parsnips, and salsify, can be left where grown and dug as wanted. Fall beets and carrots later in the season should have a light furrow (or covering of soil) thrown over the beds, because these crops are some what susceptible to severe colds. If your sweet potatoes have not been harvested, they should be tak en out of the g’-ound immediately, and properly stored. Cultivate your late planted turnips, spinach, and mustard, etc. Matured green tomatoes that have! not been injured by frost, if packed and properly stored will furnish for a considerable time a supply of this vegetable for the table. Make arrangements for the plant ing of a few rows of strawberries in your garden. It is a favorite fruit, and is the first fruit of the season. Into The Sunset By JACKSON GREGORY Mr. James Buzhardt, of Hemming- way spent the weekend with relatives in Newberry. 31. Wheeland 3 32. Union 6 33. Jolly Street 8 34. St. Paul 2 36. Peak 4 37. Mudlic 6 38. Vaughnville 6 39. Ch&ppels 6 40. Old Town 10 41. Dominick 8 42. Reederville 10% 43. Bush River 10% 44. Smyrna 10% 45. Trinity 10 46. Burton 10 47. Tran wood 10% 48. Jalapa 8 49. Kinards 2 50. Tabernacle 8 51. Trilby 4 52. Whitmire 15 53. Mollohon 4 54. Beth-Eden 5 55. Fork 8 57. Belfast 6 58. Silverstreet * 14 59. Pressley 4 60. St. John 4 There will be a one per cent (1%) discount on general County taxes through October 30, 1940. On and after January 1, 1941, the Penalties prescribed by law will be imposed on unpaid taxes. You are requested to call for your taxes by School Districts in which property is located. The Treasurer is not responsible for unpaid taxes not called for by districts. Those who had their dogs vaccinat ed for rabies during the fiscal year ending June 30, 1940 by one author ized by law, and expect to be exemp ted from dog tax will please bring their certificates of vaccination when appearing to pay taxes. RALPH B. BLACK, Treasurer Newberry County. 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 Third 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 is leav ing he suddenly comes across a dead man who turns ov* to be his brother, Robert. Barry starts searching for the murderer and goes into the moun tains- to find gold to use for contin uing his search. He finds a good spot, gets gold and goes to Tylers- ville to get money for it. There he meets Judge Blue and his daughter. Lucy, who help him to get $450 for his gold. Judge Blue also tells him that the gun Jesse gave him is the gun of a murderer known as the Laredo Kid. He bought as much ammunition for his six-gun as he thought he could carry handily, then a plain cartridge belt wh»ch he filled and buckled around him, and then turned to a gun rack that had caught his eye. He took down one after another oif half a dozen carbines, fitting them to his shoulder, pondering the heft of them. The one he finally selected went out with him; so too did a se cond cartridge belt filled with shells for it. When he came to a point opposite the hardware store, he noted that a crowd of men had gathered there. A big man, powerfully shouldered, with a bolstered gun at each hip, el bowed through the press, saw Bar ry, and made a purposeful bee line to him. His two big thumbs were hooked into his belt. “Where do yuh think yuh’re goin’?” he asked bluntly. Barry looked at him. “Whu’re you that’s askin’?” “I’m Ed Brawley, an I’m Sheriff here, an’ I’m askin’ where yuh got that gun!” “It’s mine,” said Barry. “Yeah,” said Brawley good hu- mordly. “Well, s’pose yuh come along with me; we’ll squat an’ chin about things. Come ahead.” Barry nodded and swung into step with him; with the crowd eyeing them they were just turning into a narrow frame building with the sign. Sher iff’s Office, painted over it, when Bar- ary saw the buckboard with the two bleaming bays swing around a cor ner and come speeding down the street. “Just a minute, Sheriff!” he said. “I’ve got some business with the Judge.” The Judge saw him and pulled up in such fashion as almost to set bis two bays on their haunches. Barry stepped into the road and with one hand on a wheel looked up into the Judge’s steady leaf-brown eyes. The Judge laughed and said, “Shucks,” and then, seeing the look in Barry’s dark eyes, no less steady than his own, said, “I gave the man a dollar.” Barry fished among coins in bis pocket, brought forth a silver dollar and proffered it; the Judge, whip and reins in one hand, extended the other and accepted the money. “There’s one more thing.” Barry added, “I guess you can tell me where I can find my folks. My fath er’s Ben Haveril, and my sister Lucy married Bachary Blount and—” “Well, well!” exclaimed Judge Blue. He turned toward the sheriff “Haven’t got my young friend here in tow, have you, Ed?” he asked blandly. “Sort of,” said Brawley very blunt. “There’s some questions—” “About that gun of his maybe?” suggested the Judge. Brawley nod ded. “Well then!” said the Judge. “There’s more guns than one with a fancy butt, Ed. How about turning this young man over to me? I know all about his people. His father and brother are running my new place for me; his sister, Lucy, is married to my assistant, Zach Blount, and she and my Lucy are like two sisters. I'll be responsible for him, Ed. If you like, you can ramble up to my place and talk things over with him. Say, come un for supper!” The sheriff looked doubtful. If it was anybody but you, Judge—” The Judge laughed. “But it hap pens to be me, Ed.” To Barry he called cheerily: “Hop up, Haveril. There’s room here for the three of us.” Barry looked at the sheriff; Braw ley drew back to the sidewalk. “Go ’head,” he said briskly; and to the Judge: “I’ll take yuh up on thet supper invite, Judge. Got the same cook?” Never in his life had Barry trav eled with such breath-taking speed; he began to think that horses were all right after all. They came to the wide open gate. It didn’t miss two inches. Then the big bright house loomed above them; the horses kept on around to the right and were pulled up again in fiont of a stable that might have been a hotel. The Judge threw the reins and sprang down nimbly, arms outstretch ed to Miss Lucy. She jumped into them with that gay little laugh of hers that was all tinkly music. But Barry did not hear it. He sat rigid where he was, making no move to get down. “Well, young Haveril.'’ called the Judge, “Light down and make your self at home.” Still Barry sat, as in a daze. The Judge looked at him in perplexed fashion as did Lucy and the two men. “Well, Haveril?" said the Judge again. “What’s up? You look like—” “Oh!” said Parry, and climbed down over the wheel then. “Anything wrong?” demanded the Judge. “No, sir,” said Barry. “I just sort of got to thinking, that’s all.” And he still was thinking as he followed the Judge and Lucy into the cool, imposing white palace trim med in its bright bluebird blue. He knew that queer things did happen now and then, but he had never known a queerer that this: Here in Judge Parker Blue’s stable was Tex Hum- hrey’s fancy saddle from which his brother, Robert had been shot. The saddle looked at home here, too, with a man shining it up, “You youngsters amuse yourselves for a while without me,” said the Judge. “I’ll be with you shortly." “When are we going out to the ranch where my folks are?” asked Barry. “Right after supper, son. Mean time you can see your sister; I’ll send a man with word that you’re here.” , “Do you want me to show you around the place? The flower gar den and the vegetable patch and the corrals and bams—” “Yes,” said Barry, and added, “I like your stable.” So first of all she carried him away to the stable. Barry led the way in side, stalking straight to the harness room where the man who had been doing something with a saddle was back at work. “That’s a pretty fine saddle,” said Barry. Lucy, noting it for the first time, said, “Why, it’s the loveliest saddle I’ve ever seen! Whose is it, Andrew?” “Belongs to a stanger,” said An drew. “The Judge mebbe knows him. He comes in late las’ night, changed saddles account the cinch o’ this one bein’ ready to bust; rode on. Said he’d be back tonight.” “A man ought to have a pretty fine horse to match up that saddle,” sug gested Barry. “Let’s go see it,” invited Lucy. “Is it in the corral, Andrew?” “It must be that one,” said Lucy pointing. “That high-headed black with the white saddle marks. It’s not one of ours I’m sure.” Barry didn’t say anything. Lucy was right. That was Tex Humph rey’s pride among his saddle horses, That was the horse, which, only a few days ago, had carried Robert Haveril to his death. The Judge had a scrap of paper in his hand. He waved it toward Barry saying, as he came on: “I’m sorry yon won’t be able to see your sister today, young Haveril. There was a note on my study table, sent over by Zachary Blount; be went to Pride’s Valley this morning in a bit of business for me, something that looked funny about the deed to a new ranch I just bought. He took his wife along. But they’ll be back to morrow or next day.” Barry was looking at the horse again. “You’re looking as some high-class horse flesh there, Haveril, said the Judge. Barry nodded. He wanted to ask about that high-headed black, but hesitated. Blind instinct, subtle in tuition—he didn’t know what—made him move as cautiously as all his true kindred, forest wild things, mov ed. Lucy asked “Who’s the stranger, Daddy, that owns that one? He’s got the most gorgeous saddle I ever saw.” The Judge looked the horses over. “That black?” he said. “Oh, yes. It belongs to a young cowboy who rode in late last night. He had to go on and asked to leave his horse here un til he came back. Where’d you see his saddle?” he asked. “Andrew was fixing the cinch. It’s a fancy Mexican saddle, and An drew gave all the silver work a pol ish; it hurts your eyes to look at it.” “Let’s go to the house,” said the Judge. “It’s most supper time.” But it was not suppertime, and they loafed comfortably on the shady front porch looking down over Tylers- ville. “How far is it out to the ranch where my folks are?” Barry asked without withdrawing his expression less gaze from the melting distances. “It’s inside thirty miles,” said the Judge. “That little span of mine will do it in less than three hours. We start right after supper.” But they didn’t go right after sup per, nor did they go at all. The three were dining at a long table that would have seated a score when a man rode up from Tylersville for word with Judge Blue. The Judge went out to him, and returned al most immediately. “I’ve got to see a man in town,” he said. “Go ahead with supper; I’ll finish when I get back. I ought to be with you in half an hour.” After an hour of waiting Barry was more the snifflling bear than ever. Lucy bad conducted him to a pleas ant room where there were books and a piano and sofa and easychairs, and at first had chattered like a magpie. She had sung for him a little too, and at first he had listened enrapt and had looked at her admiringly, think ing her the daintiest and sweetest and cleverest little thing in the world. When the Judge’s voice said, “Sor ry I’m late,” both of them jumped, for they had not heard him come in. He tossed his hat to the piano top and looked at his watch. “We’ll go first thing in the morning. All right, young Haveril?” Ten minutes later Barrv was aloiu in his room. He extinguished his lamp and went to his window; he stood there a long while looking out at the dim bulk of the mountain un der the stars. Something was wrong and he knew it. It was no longer a mere uneasy suspicion but a positive certainty. ‘I icckon no one will hear me now,” de cided Barry, and dropped noislessly to the ground. He stepped softly through the dark making a guarded circle of the house to assure himself that the rooms were all dark. He reached the stable. Near the big double doors was a bench under a tree. He sat down and waited. He slid his hand down to the butt of the new six-gun; he dozed, started wide awake ana dozed again a dozen times before the soft beat of shod hoofs stiffened into alertness. He saw the dark form of a man and horse coming on from beyond the stable, a single silhouette dim against the mountain flank. The rider came down with sub dued jingle of spurs at the stable door; he was whistling softly and didn’t turn Barry’s way. When he got the door open and led the horse inside, Barry rose quietly and fol lowed. When the lantern at the harness room was lighted and swung up on a nail Barry saw that it was Jesse Conroy! “Hello, Cousin Jesse,” he said in a quiet voice. (TO BE CONTINUED) MRS. C. M. KING Mrs. Eulalia Suber King, 64, wife of C. M. King, died at Newberry county hospital Saturday after a month’s illness. She was a resident of the Beth-Eden community. Funeral services were held Sun day afternoon at 3 o’clock at Leav- ell’s funeral home with the Rev. J R. McKittrick in charge, assisted by the Rev. C. C. Vaughan. Interment followed in Enoree church cemetery. Surviving besides her husband are one son, C. M., Jr., one daughter, Mrs. Irby Farr, one brother, Charles S. Suber, one sister, Mrs. T. H. Cromer, all of Newberry; one grand child, Bertha Farr, also survive. SET TO CALL HIS GrAS STATION A LURRATORIUM O • MRS. ADDY, 85, DIES AT HOME Kidneys Must Clean Out Acids Excess acids, poisons and wastes in your blood are removed chiefly by your kidneys. Getting up Nights, Burning Passages. 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She was a member of Lutheran Church of the Ascension. Mrs. Addy is survived by three daughters, Mrs. Betrtha A. Boozer, Mrs. Lura Spence and Mrs. D. K. Sturkie, Sr., all of Columbia; one son, George A. Addy of Newberry, 18 grandchildren' and nine great-grand children. Funeral services were conducted Friday afternoon from Tolbert Fun eral home by the Rev. Karl Kinard, pastor of Lutheran OnurOh of the Ascension. Burial followed in Bax ter Memorial cemetery in Newberry. BE SURE TO HEAR the - wtjHOW! NEWS YOU'LL BE GLAD YOU LISTENED j STATION, AT GILDER & WEEKS JUST KIDS—A Dark ••Outlook” voice oyei*- Trie 1 phonS’ ^ By Ad Carter MRS YOOR OVER HERE THIS MORHirKx AMD PERSISTED IW RGHTING. WITH MY OSWALD AND \ HAD TO SEND HIM HO!ME\