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PAGE THREE FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 29, 1940 Into The Sunset By JACKSON GREGORY Seventh 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 ou* 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. The judge invites Barry up to visit him and there Barry dis covers the horse and saddle which was stolen from his brother Robert when he was killed. He finds out that it belongs to a cowboy who will re turn that night. He waits outside the stable and finally a rider comes up who turns out to be Jesse Conroy. He accuses Jesse of killing his broth er and of being the Laredo Kid. Judge Blue comes up behind, knocks Barry unconscious and tejls Jesse (Laredo) that Barry knows where there is gold and he’s keeping him until he finds out where it is. Barry escapes, how ever, and as he is riding through the mountains, a shot whizzes past his ear. The man who fired the shot ex plains that he thought Barry was the Laredo Kid and that he had pledged himself to killing the Kid. Barry and his new acquaintence, Timberline, be came close friends. Barry leaves him in his search for Laredo and finally goes to Red Rock where, going thru a valley, he sees three men attempt ing to capture a beautiful girl. Barry rescues her and finds she is Lucy Blue. At the house he meets a man called Tom Haveril whom he suspects may be his cousin Jesse. He accuses him of it but proves nothing and is himself accused of being the Laredo Kid. Barry says his sister, Lucy, in town whom they all know, will id entify him. They stop in a barroom in town and several of those present start to go to see his sister. “She isn’t at the lunch counter right now,” said Barry. The Judge looked astonished. “No? That’s funny; she’s always there this time of night; I usually run in, pre tending it’s coffee I want when I’m in town. Where is she?" “I don’t know,” said Barry. Then he let his hand down to his side, close to his gun. For it flashed on him that he was in some sort of trap. The Judge looked at him a mo ment, then downed his drink without a word. He moved as though to leave the room, turning his back on Barry. Barry, grown watchful, noted that every man in the room was looking his way. The Judge’s voice boomed out sonorously: “Watch him boys! It’s my bet and it’s Tom Haveril’s that he’s the Lare do Kid! Don’t kill him unless you have to, but don’t let him get away!” Barry sprang back, to get the wall behind him, and snapped his gun out of its holster. But as he did so he saw the lamplight glisten on some two score other guns, and every unwavering barrel was turned upon him. “Go slow, Laredo, it that’s who you are!” called the Judge, resonant and commanding. “Make a wrong move and you’re dead forty times! Steady does it, and you’ve got a chonce.” Barry did not stir. “You boys can get me if you want to,” he said steadily, “but I’m betting drinks for the crowd that I’ll get two of you, and that’s twice as many as you’ll get of me—and those two will be the Jurge and the man who says he’s Tom Haveril." “If you’re the Laredo Kid,” said the Judge sternly “You won’t last until morning. If you’re Barry Hav eril, no one’s going to lift a hand against you." Barry said drily. “I don’t hanker to peg out tonight. You see, boys, I’ve got a couple of jobs I’d like first to finish. One is to nail a certain hom- bre’s hide to my bam door—and I haven’t any bam yet!—Now keep in side your shirts! I’ll have the bam and a few other things when I get through with my second job: that’s to develop a gold mine that’s been wait ing for me more than two years." “You’re- doing a lot of talking,” said the Judge. Barry said, and not even the ele gant Tom Haveril was ever more drawling: “Give me a fair trial, with every one of these men in on it, and I’m with you.” A young fellow, big and blond, came shouldering forward. “He’s right and he’s playing his hand straight out,” he announced in a deen bass voice. “Until we find put the rights of it, I’m chipping in on his side.” “Better go slow, Ken,” said Tom Haveril, speaking up for the first time. Barry didn’t fail to catch the napie. This blond young giant might be Ken March, the new partner whom old Timber was taking on. “Why should I go slow, Tom?” de manded Ken March. “I’ve already said I like the way this lone wolf plays his hand. Then,” and a slow, good- humored grin played across his heavy features, “there’s something else. You heard him say he’s got bis pick into a mine? Well. I believe it, and what’s more, maybe he and I are pardners!” He turned to Barry. “You’re the fel low Timberline told me about?” “That’s so,” nodded Barry. “You haven’t esked me to chip in,” said March, “and from the look of you, you’re not given to yelling for help. Just the same it seems you’re a stranger here--and I’d be glad to line up alongside the Judge in seeing you get a square deal.” Instantly Barry made uo his mind. He grinned back at March. “Thanks,—pardner,” was all that he said. Then he recklessly played a high card, win or lose. He suddenly shov- Get The Money You Need! 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No reason we should all go dry; step up; it’s on me.” , Thus he strove to center their in terest on his gold, knowing well enough that in any case a few hours would spread talk of it. But Tom Haveril, still leaning against the bar, was single-purposed. He said: “A while ago you said you had a sister here, Lucy Blount and that she could settle this.” “Why, so she can!” cried Barry. “Bueno,” nodded Tom Haveril. He glanced about the room. “Suppose a committee of you boys goes and puts it up to her? I reckon we’ll take her word.”, Ken March looked at Barry and Barry nodded. But he had to add: “The only trouble is that I djn’t know where she is. She doesn’t seem to be anywhere in town.” Another man spoke up sharply. “I seen her just a little while ago, when it was hardly more’n dark. She was ridin’ out o’ town. A couple o’ boys with her. One of ’em was Dick Lon- go, that Johnny-some-lately that’s been ridin’ with Sarboe.” Sarboe! The name rang bells in Barry’s brain, and thoughts clicked away like mad. Tom Haveril had tacitly accused Barrv of setting those wolves on Lucy: if Tom Haveril were Laredo, what more likelv than that he himself had been at the bot tom of the thing? What next? Tom Haveril—Laredo—had heard Barry say to Lucy Blount was the one per son here who could identify him! “This fool trial is postponed,” Bar rv shouted aloud. “If you want me I won’t be hard to find. If you think you can stop me now. try it! I’m on my way to find Lucy Blount.” For once in his life Judge Blue was uncertain. He started to speak, then held his peace. A swift glance pass ed between him and Tom Haveril: the younger man permitted a shadowy smile to touch his lips, then shrug ged. Barry went straight to his horse. “A man gets where’s he’s going all the faster when he rides alone,” he grunted to himself, but was nonethe less piqued at March’s loss. Barry rode slowly, striking into the North Road. He came to the firt clearly defined off-shooting trail, all but passing it up in the dark. He had scarcely sat there ponder ing five minutes when he heard a furious pounding of hoofs, and a rider came racing out of Red Rock. ‘Now, who tb* devil’s that?” he wondered. The one way to find out was to fol low. Barry dipped his spurs and sped after him. He forced his horse at a run up a steep hill, came for a moment into a clear space among the pines and of a sudden saw a light ahead. It was but a dim yellowish glow, and he lost it almost as soon as he saw it, but he knew it for the window of a cabin lighted by a lamp or can dle. He saw the man scurry across a little clearing, heard startled voices a rapping at the door and voices again, sharper now. The answering voice gave Barry Haveril a distinct start. Why. this was not Tom Haveril at all! It was the booming voice of Ken March say ing commandingly: “Open up, Longo!” And then, when he was almost at the door himself, he heard a roar of rage—that was Ken March’s thund erous voice for none to mistake!— and after that inarticulate roar there came the crash of pistol shots. Barry hit the ground running and burst into the room, gun in hand. He saw in that one photographic instant a place of feeble light festooned in powder smoke, with Ken March against one wall, firing as fast as he could pull the trigger, with two men he recognized from yesterday on the trail, Longo and Fennel on doubt, against another wall, pumping hot lead at March—with Sarboe on a bunk, propped up, blazing away at March—with Lucy crouching in a corner. “I’m with you, Ken!” roared Barry, and cut down on both Fennel and Longo. With five men fighting in a room not above fifteen feet square, the thing was of necessity over almost as soon as it started. Barry was the slightest wounded, taking a bullet grazingly alone his outer thigh while a second carried his hat off his head. Lucy, shaking pitifully and as white as death, her eyes enormous with horror, stood staring up and swayed a little and at first could not sneak. Then she cried chokingly “Barry!” And then she ran and went down on her knees over Ken March, and put her arms about him calling desperately, “Oh, Ken! dear, Ken! Look at me, Ken!” “Ken’s going to be all right, Lucy” he said. “He’s too good a man for those polecats to kill.” They were still trying to find all Ken March’s wounds, to see which were the worst, when again a rattle of hoof beats rang out. They were Red Rock men who had followed Ken March when with sud- THE NEWBERRY SUN REVIEW of NEW BOOKS PAUL B. CLARK, PH. D. 1735 Woodburn Ave. Covington, Ky. Johnston Asks Citizens’ Cooperation In Plans For Christmas MILITANT IN EARTH. By Ed ward Rochie Hardy, Jr. Oxford University Press, New York City. Pp. vii-225. 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The reader ttiat says that the book is not easy to read does not know his history and his criticism had better be directed a gainst himself for his lack of back ground. And that background is here in this book for the reader if he will enslave himself to the task of learning the facts under such a fine teacher as this author. This type of book i* difficult to write; it covers so much time, so many diversified facts. It is one of the most useful types of books, for the way it has condensed ! history. This is the most worthy way to commend this very book; the au thor has done what he set out to do, and he has done it in a noble way. A DREAM OF CHRISTMAS EVE. By Kirby-Robson. St. Anthony Guild Press, Patterson, N. J. Pp. 20; pr.50c. Catholic children will welcome this delightful presentation of the Christ Child and Santa Claus, dealing with the crib, the camel, lambs and ox as helpers in the dream. THE HAPPY CHRISTMAS WIND. By Sister M. Madelva. St. Anthony. Pp. 20. Pr., 50c. These Catholic poems tell realisti cally the Christmas message around such topics as Ballad of The Christ mas Wind, Wishes, Swaddling Clothes Stars, Christmas in Provence, and the like. The real spirit of Christ mas is kept. Council Head Says 1940 Cotton Christmas Must Succeed President Oscar Johnston of the National Cotton Council today issued an appeal to citizens of Newberry and surrounding territory to cooper ate in the 1940 Cotton Christmas program. “I cannot too strongly emphasize the need for your assistance and ac tive cooperation in this effort to in crease the consumption of American cotton products,” Mr. Johnston said. “It is only through the cooperation of the individual that this great cot ton merchandising projects can be a success. “As you all know, the National Cotton Council of America was founded by the raw cotton industry with the sole aim of increasing the consumption of American cotton, cot tonseed and the products thereof. “When the Council inaugurated the Cotton Christmas program last year, we asked for your cooperation. I am glad to be able to say that the res ists wtere so grajtifjdng that this year it was decided' that the program would be extended to cover the en tire United States. “But regardless of what may be accomplished this year in other sec tions of the country, it is the measure of success achieved in the Cotton Belt that will determine the future of Cotton Christmas or any other cotton merchandising program. “We cotton people must solve our own problems. Beset as we are by surplus, under-consumption, foreign competition, substitutes and discrim inatory legislation, we must fight our own battles. One way all of us can help is to give preference to cotton gifts this Christmas.” As part of its Cotton Christmas program the National Cotton Coun cil is contacting more than 10,000 individuals and organizations thru- out the country, providing them with complete programs for community wide observance of the event. A cotton canvas tent makes an ideal Cotton Christmas gift for the outdoor-minded son of the family. Dad may want to borrow the tent when he goes on his next weekend hunting or fishing trip. SPECTATOR den inspiration he had stormed out of the saloon, calling back to them where he was going. At their fore rode Judge Blue and Tom Haveril. “What’s going on here?” demand ed the Judge, peering at Barry thru the dark. “What’s happened?” “A good deal has happened. We’ve got Lucy back, but I’m afraid Ken is pretty badly hurt.” By that time Ken March was prop ped up against the wall, and Lucy’s young arms were supporting him. He tried to tell what had happened; Lucy finished the tale for him. She said Pennel and Longo, had tridked her out of town making her think that Ken March had been shot. Someone called from just outside, near a comer of the cabin, “Here’s a good tree. We want another rope.” Longo was dead, yet they hanged him up by the neck just the same. Pennel was dying fast, too, yet he kicked his life out alongside Dick Longo’s limp, gently swaying body. As for Sarboe, as they dragged him, he fell to screaming with terror, begging for his life. Barry watched Sarboe’s face, hung on his words as men dragged him out to the tree. Sarboe screamed. “Save me! You save me, Tom!” Tom Haveril struck him in the face, But Sarboe screamed the louder and a new note grot into his voice, like the snarl of a coyote, and Barry heard his words bubbling out. “I’ll talk! I’ll tell—” A man dropped a noose over Sar boe’s head; it was .Tom Haveril’s hand that jerked it tight, stopping short Sarboe’s breathing along with them. “Looks to me like you were in an almighty hurry to shut Sarboe’s mouth,” said Barry hotly. Men took their departures. Last to go was Barry Haveril. The cabin was dark; someone had taken the trouble to blow out the light. With scant hope of finding any thing, Barry began ransacking the place. He stared at the two benches. “Just alike. One’s nailed to the wall, the other free. Why?” (TO BE CONTINUED) (Continued from page Three) Federal Government) is given as $17,696,227,930. This figure includes $4,600,000,000 for the two-ocean navy. -To the defense total must be added the civil departmental appropriations, including national debt service, re lief and trust fund operations. The to tal of these items was $7,900,000,000 —making total appropriations and authorizations for the session $25,- 600,000,000. Some of the major items other than national defense: Agriculture, $918,000,000; Independent Offices, $1,100,000,000; Social Security, $857,000,000; Postal Service, $814,000,000; Federal Relief, $1,100,000,000^ Interest on public debt, $1,100,000,- 000; trust funds, $2,100,000,000. Regular army personnel has been increased from 227,000 to 375,000; National Guard from 210,000 to 346,- 000; Navy from 145,000 to 170,000; Marine Corps from 25,000 to 34,000: Army Reserve officers on active duty from 3,500 to 65,500; Naval Reserve officers on active duty from 853 to 3,209, plus 5,000 reserve midshipmen. In addition, the selective service service program provides for a year’s training for 700,000 drafted men, be ginning within the current fiscal year. In material and equipment, the program contemplates all essential items for 1,400,000 men in the mili tary service; reserve stocks and sup plies for a force of 2,000,000 men; construction of 292 new combat naval vessels and 57 auxiliary ships for a twoocean navy; 25,000 airplanes for the Army and 10,000 for the Navy; plus additional housing facilities, can tonments, naval bases and air fields to accomodate these enlarged military forces. Completion and maintenance of this vast program over the next five years, according to budget officials, will in volve minimum military appropria- tons of $6,000,000,000 a year. This item on top of the civil bud get of $7,000,000,000 indicates that Federal expenditures will run at more than a billion dollars a month thru 1946—unless some current civil items are diverted to the military program.” Doesn’t it seem clear that if this enormous sum is authorized by one Congress with a perfectly certain out look for other billions, we should strike from our national budget every fad and fancy, boondoggle or bond- opgle, that today consumes tax mon ey? If we prepare for war, let’s prepare for war; but don’t maintain pampered pets and frills and foibles with money that is needed for guns and airplanes. LAND OF COTTON AND OF LIVESTOCK ,Farm Progress Notes On the cotton farms and ranches of the South and Southwest, thous ands of boys have entered into a new year of Vocational Agriculture train ing. Upon these young men—and their co-workers'in 4-H Clubs—rests much of the future of cotton, and 1 the Cotton Belt benefits, and will bene fit in the future, from the training for leadership which they are re ceiving from Vocational Teachers and County Agents. Cotton and livestock go hand-in- hand in the training and thinking of these future leaders in the land of cotton. “Balanced Farming” is more than a phrase :for them—it is a basic practice around which they build their work. They know the value of cotton to the South, and study and make use of the feed pro ducts of cottonseed to blend cotton and livestock production. They use livestock production to build a more stable, more profitable system of cotton production; and cotton fur nishes them with essential feeds in balar-ed rations for livestock. In recognition of the important cortributions that 4-H Club mem bers and Future Farmers are mak ing, cotton oil mills of the South have dedicated their new “1941 Feed ing Practices” bulletin to these boys and girls and their leaders. Just re leased by the Educational Service of the National Cottonseed Products Association, the new bulletin contains many photogranhs of Southern boys and girls and thrir livestock. The pictures illustrate practical feeding information for beef and dairy cat tle, sheep and goats, horses and mules, hogs, chickens and turkeys. Local cotton oil mills throughout the Cotton Belt, from the Carolinas to California, have made the publica tion of this bulletin possible by their membership in their National Asso ciation, and are fumishng copes of the bulletin, without charge, to young and older livesto-k raisers. In classrooms and on farms and ranches, thousands of copies of this feeding bulletin are going to work to help livestock raisers with their everyday feeding problems, and to help them make the South a “land of cotton and of livestock.” MRS. REEDER Mrs. Nannie Matthews Reeder, wife of John W. Reeder, died early Wednesday morning at her home near Gary’s Lane in Newlberrv county, af ter being in feeble health for some time. Surviving are one son, Raymond Reeder, Bowling Green, Kentucky; one daughter, Mrs. Grover Geiger. Columbia; a step-daughter, Miss Ger trude Reeder, Newberry; a step-son, Claude Reeder, Columbia. The funeral services were held at 3 o’clock Thursday afternoon at the residence with the Rev. H. O. Cham bers in charge assisted by the Rev. J. A. Estes. Burial followed in Rose- mont cemetery. Our Invisible Half-Soling baa no “repaired leok“— ne ridge or visible aeam. Your comfortable shoes restored to new appear* ance ml popular prices. Dennis Shoe Shop SHOE sumtEs LACES POLISHES One hundred beef type heifers have been bought by Kershaw farm ers who plan to breed them to pure- breu Hereford bulls and 800 feeder steers have been placed with farm ers.—W. C. McCarley, Kershaw. Judging from the better farm liv- ing pledge curds which are coming in daily, farm families will have the best supply of winter greens that they have ever had.—E. C. Abrams, Jasper. The seed treatment demonstration on the farm of Vistor E. Shealy, Clin ton, showed 650 pounds of seed cot ton per acre on the untreated plot and 1311 pounds where seed were treated.—C. B. Cannon, Laurens. The Extension Program Planning Committee has announced a county wide wheat contest along with the state contest and have agreed to get the necessary money for wheat prizes.—R. R. Mollette, Lexington. Cooperative orders for 8100 pounds of Austrian peas, 2000 pounds of vetch, and 400 pounds of crimson clover were made for the farmers, the total of Austrian peas now being 53,800 pounds.—M. A. Bouknight, Mc Cormick. Fifty-eight grade Hereford heifers and cows were placed with farmers in October for foundation stock. There is a definite growing interest in cattle raising in this county.—W R. Wells, Jr., Marion. A recent survey shows too few hogs on the average farm. Arrange ments have been made to revive the Marlboro Livestock Association and start sales at the Clio market in No vember.—Colin McLaurin, Marlboro. To date we have delivered and ord ered for delivery a total of 111 cars of limestone, amounting to a total of 6187 tons as a grant of aid in the AAA program.—G. H. Griffin, Oco nee. The entire county was organized into a cotton improvement association and all of our farmers are receiving grade and staple reports on cotton free of charge.—T. A. Bowen, Pick ens. Greatly increased interest has been shown in the growing of Amall grains, especially for home use. Many farm ers are seeding wheat for the first time in a number of years.—David R. Hopkins, Richland. The county’s first cooperative beef cattle auction sale was held here dur ing county fair week, when 104 head of cattle were assembled.—Claude Rothell, Saluda. Grain seeding, delayed somewhat by dry weather and cotton picking, is getting well under way. The acreage seeded to small grain, especially wheat and barley, will be larger than ever before.—T. B. Lee, Union. One thousand and thirtv-five tons of lime were ordered in October by farmers to make up for units lacked in earning their soil-building allow ance.—L. W. Johnson) York. The Anderson county wheat contest begun in 1939 will continue for 1940- 41, with $150 in prizes offered by two local firms, and at least 50 farm ers will enter the contest.—E. P. Jos- ey, Anderson. TURKEY ? • DINNER Sunday, Dec. 1st 50c All money collected from dinners served during the hours Hi [a. m. - 4 p. m. will go to the Greek War Relief Fund. Busy Bee Cafe Searching for Tubercuiosis Among School Children Doctor observing results of tuberculin skin test on child’s arm. Tuberculosis associations, which are supported by income from Christ mas Seals, conduct such tfcots among school children, college students and industrial workeia.