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FRIDAY, DECEMBER 6. 1940 THE NEWBERRY SDN PAGE FIVE Into The Sunset By JACKSON GREGORY 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. When they part, Barry leaves for home and comes across the murder ed body of his brother, Robert. Bar ry starts searching for the murderer and is befriended by Judge Blue and his daughter, Lucy. Judge Blue tells him that a gun Jesse gave him is the gun of a murderer known.as the Laredo Kid. The Judge invites Bar ry up to visit him and there Barry meets Jesse. He accuses Jesse of killing his brother and of being the Laredo Kid. Judge Blue comes up from behind, knocks Barry uncon scious. Barry escapes, however, and meets an old man named Timberline, who also is gunning for the Laredo Kid. Barry finally goes to Red Rock where, going through a valley, he sees three men attempting to cap ture a beautiful girl. Barry rescues her and finds she is Lucy Blue. At the house he meets a man called Tom Haveril whom he accuses of being his counsin Jesse. In a barroom Tom Haveril accuses Barry of being the Laredo Kid. Barry tells the strang ers there that his sister, Lucy, can identify him. They search for her but she’s missing. Barry, and a new friend of his, Ken March, go looking for her and find her in a cabin with Sarboe and two other men. Tom Hav- erill, the Judge and others then come after Ken has been shot, and hang the men in the cabin. Whtn they leave Barry stays on. EIGHTH INSTALLMENT So it was to the bunk that had been nailed in place that he returned. He tried to pull up the floor boards. They were down solid. He regarded the portion of wall that had been behind the bunk; he noted how a short section of log had been slipped in. He began working at the short section. When it came free in his hands he found a hollow ed space in the wall; his groping fingers came in contact with a small box of some sort; it was of iron or steel, a slight flat thing a man could have shoved into his pocket. Barry opened it. There was pa pers or something of the sort, wrap ped in a newspaper. The newspaper looked old; he noted that it was the Laredo Blade, dated twelve years ago. What it contained turned out to be an amazing number of photo graphs. The first picture he looked at was of a little girl, perhaps six or eight years old. The next was the same girl; the picture might have been taken the same day. An other of the same little girl—another and another. He flipped over to the last of all. It was Lucy Blue. The one next to it was Lucy Blue. So was the next. And the next— That blanket-curtain over the window kept stirring, breathing like a live thing—a screen to shut ghosts out—or to keep them in here along with him ? He jerked his head up to stare toward the window. The blan ket at a lower corner had been shoved aside. Barry saw a face wanly lit up by the lape lamplight. It was the dead face of dead Sarboe. Barry was standing with his hat clutched in one hand, the thin flat steel box in the other, when he heard the door open. That everyday sound brought him back in a flash to an everyday world. As he drop ped hat and box together, as he jerked his gun from its holster, the door was flung open. He saw Tom Haveril confronting him, a gun in his hAnd. They shouted at each other at the same split second, and as they spoke they fixed. As Tom Haveril slumped down and then fell forward across the 'doorsill Barry sagged against the wall and crashed to the floor. The spinning world went black and empty for both men. Tom Haveril rode jauntily up to Judge Blue’s mountain home. Lucy Blue was on the porch to meet him. “But, Tom! Remember you’re scarcely out of the hospital.” “Call that place a hospital?” laughed Tom Haveril, and tried to recapture her. His face was still white from some seven weeks of being shut up in a room, the first few weeks of which the doctor said he had one chance in a hundred. Tom Haveril had been with her but a few minutes when into the yard came someone riding hot-haste He came running up the steps, clanking his big-roweled spurs. When she hurried to the door Tom Haveril was just behind her, look ing over her shoulder. “Hello, Bendy," he called sharply. “What’s up?” “It’s about Sarboe!” “Sarboe! He’s been dead nearly two months.” “Jake sent me. He seen two men back up in the hills, beyond Cool Crick. He says one was Sarboe. The other was the feller that shot you— that you said you shot down. Jake says—” “Never mind!” said Tom Haveril shortly. “I’ll come out and talk with you. Back off and wait.” To Lucy he said, puzzled: “I’d better find out what this is all about. Those two, if they’re alive and are ganging up ft She felt strangely excited. Sarboe alive. And that other man—Barry Haveril! She saw the Judge come home, riding hard; she caught a glimpse of his face and so did not call out to him, he looked so worried, so ready to fly into anger. A rider came up through the pines. He went to the house, knock ed, was invited in by the Judge, speaking brusquely. Tht two were in the Judge’s study for ten or.fif teen minutes. The door opened and she saw the stranger and the Judge together. The Judge clapped the other man on the shoulder. He said jovially. “Fine, Joe, I knew I could count on you. So long, and ride happy.” Joe went down the steps and along the path toward his white horse down by the barn. Then she heard the shot. And she saw the ugly spit of fire from the Judge’s hand. The stranger, Joe. did a half spin and crumpled in the path. If ever there was cold blooded Get The Money You Need! 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She heard the Judge, as hearty as ever, greet him at the door. “Come in, Tom; come ahead in. We’re a bit upset here. A orunk fool, Joe Hosmer it was, came out making trouble. Shot at me twice; nearly got me. I had to blaze oack at him.” “So you thought you better kill him, huh, Judge?” said Tom Hav- eril. “Self-defense,” said the Judge, and reached for tobacco. “Sure,” said Tom Haveril, and shrugged. “I’m telling you some thing, Judge,” he said drawlingly. “Sarboe’s alive. We saw him shot to death and then strung up. He’s alive.” “That means nothing to me,” said the Judge, and rested easier in his chair, preparing to smoke. “It means a lot more than you know! Something else has happened that is none of your business! Now. get this: I am going to marry Lucy —and I am going to marry her to night!” “I’ve fooled with you long enough. Judge,” said Tom Haveril, as eold as ice. “More’n four years now I reckon. Well, I’m at the end of the tie-rope right now. I marry Lucy tonight—or you’re just a hunk of barbecue meat.” When Lucy heard Tom Haveril calling to her softly from the living room she went to him. When she came slowly into the room he chanced first of all upon the few simple words which at the time could most of all avail him. He said simply: “Lucy, I love you so!” “Do you, Tom?” she returned softlv, wonderinglv. “You know I do, Lucy. And I want you to marry me now, right now. I want you to come away with me, to my place. Will you, Lucy ?” The Judge came in and said, “Ha! What’s going on here?” And then he laue-hed genially. “He-he wants me to marry him —right away!” gasped Lucy. “I thought I saw it coming,” said the Judge. He came to her to put his fatherly arms about her; she shrank back and ran headlong to her room. But she laughed back at them when they knocked at her door and after a while she said, without opening the door: “Yes, Tom. I’ll mrry you tonight—if you will take me right straight to your place.” “I’m off for the preacher!” shout ed Tom Haveril joyously. Then she heard him and the Judge walk away together. And Barry Haveril miles away in a secret and hidden glen in the moun tains, was thinking of Lucy and of the Judge and of Tom Haveril as he saddled. He called and Sarboe came shuf fling from the place. “I can’t wait any longer, Sarboe.” said Barry. “I’ve got to see my sis ter and Timberline and Ken March, and let them know I’m alive. And there’s someone else—” He was thinking of Lucy Blue. Sarboe naturaly supposed he spoke of Tom Haveril. “Come with me, Sarboe? Or wait ing here?” Sarboe answered with a grimace and a shake of the head. Barry had got into the way of reading the meaning of Sarboe’s slightest ges- ture. From the time he had »een dragged out under the pine where Fennel and Longo swung, he had not spoken a single word. That was because he could not. Barry rode alone, but he called back, “I’ll come back, Sarboe, or I’ll send for you.” For had it not been for Sarboe, Barry might have bled to death that night nearly two months ago on the floor of the wne- ly cabin. Of all this Barry was thinking as he rode down a winding deer trail. First of all he rode straight to the spot where he hoped to come on old Timberline, from whom he might get news before showing himself in Red Rock. It was long after dark when he came upon, not Timberline alone, but with him both Barry’s sister, Lucy and Ken March. It was not much of a coincidence that they were talking about him when he appeared so suddenly before them. Lucy fairly screamed, “Barry!” and bore down upon him like an altogether lovely, young avalanche. “Shucks, I tol’ you Barry wasn’t dead,” said a scornful Timberline. They talked for half an hour, at times all four of them at once, there was so much to be said all rountf. “Tom Haveril didn’t die, either, you know, Barry, he—” “He's not Tom Haveril,” said Barry. “He is Jesse Conroy. He is the Laredo Kid and I know now.” Ken March scowled, “It’s going to be merry hell for Lucy Blue then,” he said. Barry’s brows shot up. What about Lucy Blue? His sister Lucy, with her arms around his neck, told him. Textile Leaders Fined $100 Each 5 Plead Nolo Contejidere on Charge but Do Not Admit Any Guilt Greenville, Nov. 28.—Five isouth Carolina textile men members of a committee in charge of the 1939 summer print cloth production con trol program, pleaded nolo contend ere to charges of violating the Sher man anti-trust act in Greenville fed eral court today and were fined $100 each by Judge Alba M. Lumpkin of Columbia with the observation “if I were on the jury considering the case I probably would be the first to cast a ballot of not guilty.” Nolo contendere means “I will not contest it”; in other words the de fendants did not admit they were criminally guilty but refused to con test the charge. The defendants were: J. E. Sirrine, Fred W. Symmes and Ellison S. Mc- Kissick of Greenville; David W. An derson of Spartanburg and John B. Harris of Greenwood. The bill of information against the defendants charged that they as a committee, engaged in a combina tion to restrain trade by inducing print cloth, mills representing not less than 95 per cent of all looms operated in the United States on print cloth to take part in a pro gram of reduced production. The position of the defendants as set forth in a seven-page abridge ment of their pleas in court was that the production control program “was born of necessity and conceived and entered into in confidence that it con stituted no violation of the anti trust act.” Bookkeeping Machine Operator, Photographer Needed By U .8. Examinations have been announced for senior bookkeeping machine op erator at $1,620 per year, and for senior and assistant photographer at $2,000 and $1,620 per year, respect ively. One year of experience is nec- cessary for the bookkeeping posi tion and to qualify for the • position of photographer one must have had “responsible paid experience in pho tographic work”. Examinations are also announced for shipfitter, lens grinder, instru ment maker, and freight and pass enger tariff examiner. Information about all these places may be had at the local postofflee. WANTS HIGH STUDENTS FOR ALL-STATE CHORUS A call for 1,000 high school stu dents to participate in an all-state high school chorus for the annual state teachers’ convention in Colum bia March 21 has-been issued by the South Caroliia Education a^sociat'en. Participating students will be or ganized in teams of four—tenors bass, soprano and alto—and a school may send more than one team. The chorus will be limited to 1,000 voices, and will be rehearsed Fri day morning, March 21, at 9:30 at the Township auditorium, following I which the group will appear before the final session of the convention at noon. The rehearsal will be the only or ganization meeting of the chorus all of whose members will have learned the eight songs assigned previously in team participation. Girls in the chorus will be requir ed to wear white dresses and boys will don white shirts for the occa sion. All schools sending teams to the chorus will signify their inten tions by January 15 allowing two months for practice on the chosen songs, which will be: “Drink To Me Only With Thine Eyes”; “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot”; “Blow The Man Down”: “Finlandia”; “Swedish Cradle Song”; Rig-A-Jig- Jig”; “Water Boy”; and, “O Starry Flag”. “They’re getting married tonight, Barry. Lucy sent a man over late, guess they’re married by now.” Barry sat staring at her like a man carved out of stone and deco rated with black jewels fo reyes. “Tonight? Now? Lucy marrying Laredo? Good God!” “But Barry—” He flung her arms away and jumped up. “When? Where? Tell me all about it!” he shouted, his voice rough with anger. Lucy started telling, but he did not wait for it all. He learned «hat the ceremony was set for tonight, as soon as the preacher could be brought to Judge Blue’s house. Barry never rode harder than now, rushing along dim trails to come to the Judge’s house before it was too late. When from the ridge back of the Judge’s place he caught glimpses of many lights winking through the pines, his heart leaped up. He hammered impatiently at the door, found it unlocked and flung it open without waiting. As he step ped in he saw Judge Blue coming from another room, looking startled. “Barry Haveril” exclaimed the Judge. ‘So you’re alive after all!” “What’s all this I hear about Lucy getting married tonight?” demand ed Barry. “She’s not to marry that devil, do you hear me?” (TO BE CONTINUED) $ oUTH COOKING- From 100 Soutlu'rh Recipes — ’ I'UJM PUDDING Directly associated with the Christmas season in both England and America is plum pudding. Rich in taste and fragrant in smell, when prepared properly it is among the most delicious of desserts For generations this has been a fav ored recipe for Plum Pudding 1 cup suet 1 cup molasses 2 cups bread crumbs 3 eggs, unbeater 1 cup raisins 1 cup currants 1 cup flour * 1 teaspoon cinnamon 1 teaspoon cloves 1 teaspoon nutmeg 1 tablespoon 'lavoring (brandy) 1 cup milk • 1 teaspoon soda Chop suet, add molasses and mix well. Next .d bread crumbs and eggs one at a time. Mix rai sins and currants well with flour and add. Add spices and flavoring Then add milk. Last add soda dis solved in Vfe cup of boiling water Grease two five-cup molds with cottonseed oil margarine Put in pudding, seal tight. Place in a ket tie of boiling wa.et and boil steadv iy (weighted down' for three hours. On day >1 using, boil again until heated through (In steam ing, never let water stop boiling- not hard, but steadily.) Serve with hard sauce. Yields about 3Vfe pounds. 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