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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.
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DIES AT HOME
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Cystex from your druggist today for only 35c.
Mrs. Olivia Epting Addy, 85, died
at her residence, 3500 Main street,
Columbia, at 2:45 Thursday afternoon
after an illness of eight days.
She was bom at Little Mountain
and was the widow of Henry Frank
lin Addy, Who died 11 years ago. 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.
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