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a THE NEWBERRY SUN PAGE FIVE FRIDAY, DECEMBER 13. 1940 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. Thev search for her but she’s missing. Barrv, 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. When they leave Barrv shavs o*’ and finds Sarboe isn’t dead but has lost his abilitv to talk. Tom Haveril returns and Bar ry and he * v '>ot at each other but neither is killed. Reeove-ed. B^rry meets his siter and Ken March, who tell him that Lucv Blue is ab-’ut to marrv Tom Haveril. Barrv rushes to the Blue home to try to stop the mar riage. NINTH INSTALLMENT “Have it your way,” said the Judge. That puzled Bar’-y. He said, “What the devil do you nvean ? ” “She’s married him already. A good hour a,go.” “Married already?” Barry stared at him incredulously. The Judge merely nodded and looked back at him in frank curious interest. “Where is she now?” “Gone,” the Judge said with a flick om malice, “On their honeymoon.” “Damn you!” cried Barry. “Certainly,” smiled the Judge. Then his voice hardened and at last ■his eyes grew expressive of a purely murderous anger. “And now you can get the hell out of here-” Barry shook his head. “No, not yet. Pretty soon, Judge. First, I am c-oing to tell you something. After that you are going to tell me where they have gone.” “I know that you came to Tylers- ville about twelve years ago, and that you were a rich man when you got there.” “I know that you tame from La redo, and that you came on the jump.” The Judge’s eyes became mere shadowed slits between narrowed lids. He didn’t make any retort. “The Laredo Kid too came from Laredo,” said Barry coolly. “When he found you again at Tylers, he found a gold mine! You have been afraid of him ever since. And I hap pen to know why, Judge Blue!” “You’re a damn liar,” said the Judge. Barry laughed. “The Kid has made a ring-tailed baboon out of you. You lost some thing, didn’t you ? A flat steel box with about five hundred pictures in it! And the pictures nicely wrapped up an an old newspaper, more than a dozen year old now! And you thought, damned oD jackass that you are, that Laredo sti'l had all that! Well, he hasn’t got it, and be doesn’t know where it is—and you’ve let him browbeat you into stealing Lucy!” Slowly as the Judge’s jaws bulged, his face whitened. “You’d better spill all you know. Kid,” he said harshly. “I’ve got that box and everything Self Basting ROASTER Long-wearing blue enamel, size 113$*' in diameter, holds € pound chicken or • pound roast. Yours FREE for only 50 premium coupons from Octagon Soap Products. •RING YOUR COUPONS TO G. B. Summer & Sons in it,” snapped Barry. “If you’ve got that, Barry,” said the Judge eyeing him, “I’ll give you fifty thousand dollars—” “You’d give the shirt off your back, damn you! Now, where’s Lucy? Where’s the man you let her marry?” “I’m going out and kill him,” said Judge Blue. “And I’m going right now. Barry caught him by the shoulder. “I’m in a hurry man! Do you think I want to wait! Look here, Parker Blue, I’ve got that box and all that’s in it; I’ve got you over a rain barrel like Laredo use 4 to have you! And I say: Where a~e they now?” “PI go with ycu,” said the Judge. “He’s taken her to his ranch,” said the Judge as their two horses jumped under them. “Hello, who’s there?” Another rider seeming in haste like themselves was bearing down on them. Old Timberline’s voice piped up: “Hi, you fellers! One of you, Barry Haveril?” “I’m in a hurry, Timber,” said Barry, pulling down reluctantly. “What’s wanted?” “Where you goin’ Barry? Who’s that with you?” “It’s Judge Blue. We’re riding over to Tom Haveril’s ranch. He has taken Lucy over there.” “An’ you two was goin’ without me,” muttered Timber reproachfully. “Come ahead then,” said Barry, and again he and the Judge shook out their reins. Their way led them through the notch just above Red Rock, along the high ridge and down into the first of several parallel valleys. The judge led the way and, though Barry was forced to follow, he could find little fault with the pace that was set. Timberline, doing his best to keep up began to lag. When they came under the cotton woods in the shade of which the ranch house had been built, the Judge was ahead. He had dismounted when Barry came up with hia.. He went up the steps, his spurs jingling, his high ooots, thumping. He knocked and called jovially: “Hey you young folks! It’s the Judge, bringing you a wedding pres ent he ought to have thought of sooner. Open up, Tom. Open, Lucy Tom Haveril’s voles rang out sharply, “Who’s with you?” “One of the boys. He’s helping me tote your surprise, Tom.” The door opened only a little; the Judge’s bulk thrust P farther back as he shoved on in. And close be hind him came Barry. Incredibly quick, Tom Haveril placed himself behind Lucy. “I thought so!” he said in cold anger. “Yon and Barry Haveril, huh?” When the Judge laughed, “It’s nothing, Tom; just a friendlv visit,” Lucy came near fainting with cold horror. “Tom!” screamed Lucy. “They’ve come to kill you!” “Sure,” said Tom Haveril. “Sure.” His gun was in his hand sow, nos ing past Lucy’s wrist; his eyes, burn ing with rage and hate, gleaming over Lucy’s curly head. “Yon cowardlv rat!” Barry roar ed. “Step out like a man.” “No!” screamed Lucy, and threw an arm backward, trying to get it n round Tom Haveril. “No, ’Pom’ They’ll kill you. They are cowards.’' He just laughed, but he remained as watchful as a tiger about to pounce. “You two come at me in double harness,” he said. “That means you’ve got together about things don’t it?” He laughed again. “What he got,” said Tom Haveril, "was a lot of pictures and an old Laredo newspaper! I guess he told you that? Well, that’s a loss that might lose you a nice pot of money, but it wouldn’t stretch your neck, wouli it? Might lose you the money, I said—hut wouldn’t if you played along with me! String your chips with Barry Haveril, and where are you?” “You started out like you were going to speak quite a piece, Tom. Bogged down, though, didn’t you ? 1 don’t hear anything that makes much sense. “You’re listening for it though!” jeered Tom Haveril. “Your ears are wide open, and you’re beginning to think already that you came pretty close making a bad mistake! Well, you did. Barry got those things— hut he didn’t get the aee I have in the hole. You bet I’ve still got it. And if you had the bad luck to burn me down tonight—well, it would be iust too had for Judge Parker Blue formerly of Laredo! You’d hang, just as sure as crab apples grow on a crab apple tree.” "Ycu talk big, Tom Haveril, snd ever did,” scoffed, the Judge, hut sounded uneasy. "You’ve got nothing to gain here tonight, Judge,” said Tom Haveril swiftly, “and everything to lose. 1 migKt get killed—Lucv might get killed—and where would you be?” Right there Barry knew that Tom Haveril had as good as won the trick. The Judge cleared his throat. He. said gravely, “Here, let’s talk this thing over.” “Sure,” said Tom Haveril. “How about it. Cousin Barry? Want to call the party off for this time?” “Ive been looking ior you more than two years, Laredo,” said Ba’ ry angrily. “I’ve followed you all the way out to Calif ore’a and beck Come into the open and fight it out.” “On my wedding night?” grinned Tom Haveril. Let me have a half dozen words alone with Tom Haveril,” put in the Judge swiftly. “We’ll step Into the next room. You can tell Lucy whatever you want t'\ All right, Tom?” Without the least hesitation Tom Haveril answered; “Anything you say, Judge. Sure, it’d all right with me. Suit you, Sundown?” A look flashed from Tom Haveril to Ju^ee Blue. Barry read it aright, Tom Haveril was simply making sure that the Judge would keep out of it: if the Judge nodded ever so slightl v. if his guarded eyes said, “Yes,’’ Tom Haveril was hair-trig ger set to start shooting. He could not have failed to kill Barrv, no* conid Barrv possibly have fired back. It was just then a board creaked in the room bevond the kitchen—as a door opened from behind Tom Hav- eril’s hack. Barrv, fascinated, watched the door open: he saw the .barrel of a shotgun thru«t into the lamplight: he saw old Timberliie’s shrewd jyes squinting along the barrel. “T been listenin’ a coupla minutes,” said Timber acidly. “Seems like It was about time a man with a shotgun showed up. Am I right, pardner?” “If you're wrong no man was ever right!” cried Barry. “Now, you listen to me, Tom Haveril!” Tom Havierills lean jaws bulged from the strain he set on them, and his eyes glittered feverishly out of a slowly whitening face. “Any man Who shoots is sure to kill Lucy,” he said quickly. “Hell, no,” said Timberline, and the boards qrcaked agan as he came a step nearer. “I c’n shove the muzzle close up to the back o’ your head, snugglin’ it up, say, under your left ear—” “Call him off. Sundown'” yelled Tom Haveril. “Oufck, or I start shooting—and I'll get you if I die the next minute!” Barry was tempted then to shout to his old friend, “Blow his damn’ head off, Timber!” But Lucy had spun around and her arms were about Tom Haveril, and her two hands were lifted to protect the hack of his head. So what Barry said, was, “Hold it, Timber? These two want a word or two together. Let them have it, out in the kitchen. Kill the first one that bats an eye. And I’ll have two words here with Lucy!’* Tom Haveril freed himself from Lucy’s arms, called, “Come ahead, Judge,” dropped his guns to the floor and moved into the kitchen. Timber- line backed off slowly, always keep ing him covered. A moment later she and Barry were alone, and Timberline was guarding his two prisoners in the Vriohen. She stood with her hands down at her sides, her face lifted de fiantly, her eyes blazing into Barry’s. “If you’ve got anything to say to me.” she said hotly, “please say it —and go!” “Lucy,” he pleaded earnestly, ‘‘I’ve come here just to save you, can’t you see ? ” She scarcely flicked her eyes scorn fully at him: there was nothing hut contempt in her bitter smile. “You’ve got to believe what I’m going to tell you! he blurted out, his own temper uncertain. “I’ll never believe a single word vou ever say! If you’re waiting for that time to come—Oh, why don’t you go!” In the next room he could hear the Judge and Tom Haveril speaking hurriedly: he could not see them but saw Timberline, his shotgun gripped with hard, competent hands. He thought: “If I could just make her listen to me! If I could tell her the whole thing—” He gathered up the weapons which the Judge and Tom Haveril had “shed” at Timberline’s staccato command, and threw them as far as he could out through the door into the dark. (TO BE CONTINUED) rw \ WPTON CTEER SELLS IN CHICAGO AT $3.30 A POUND Chicago, Dec 5.—“Sargo, a 1,060 pound hereford owned hv Evelyn \sav, 10, of Mt. Carrol, 111., sold at $3.30 a pound today as grand cham- nion steer of the 41st international livestock exnosition. The price was approximately two and one-half times as high as last year’s winner brought. The Firestone Tire and Rubber com- panv was the succesful bidder, paying $3,498 for the well groomed animal. The bidding started at $1, shot up to $2 in the first minute, and then climb ed to the sale price in 5 and 10 cent jumns. The spirited bidding was a tribute to “Sargo’s” championship ranking and to Miss Asav’s vivacity and quick smile, which had captured the fancy of spectators at agriculture’s biggest riiow on two occasions. “Sargo’s” choice as grand champion and as ju nior feeding champion were popular. Check Accidents Off Your Christmas List JUST KIDS—His OM. WMO EVtR SAID AW SHE WAS Never said not him 0 THE K/ND — | NEVER EVEN LikPn hIpo —' wh y ro m n y E ^ Yyn tole me yuH WUZ GAGED TO HER NYOH KNOW YUH DlDt Texas Still Paying Pensions For War of Independence The Motor Vehicle Division of the State Highway Dep^r tment is making that appeal to drivers and pedestrians throughout the State in an effort to cut down the heavy December traffic toll. Last year the month of Decem ber with seventy-six traffic deaths in South Carolina proved the worst month of the year. Certainly there is no better way of expressing the Christmas spirit than by sparing others the grief of a traf fic accident snd everyone is urged to join in this campaign to keep the tragedy of a motoring accident from spoinling Chrstmas happiness. Last year 3,540 persons were killed in De cember traffic in the United States and all this year highway deaths have been running ahead of last year. This means that the nation will pile up one of its biggest holiday traffic tolls unless drivers carry the proper Christ mas srpirit on the highways and pe destrians do their part by extra care in walking. Each year the Christmas spirit is converted by the excitement and rush of the holiday season into suffering and sorrow through wholesale slaugh ter on the streets and highways. This final month of the year holds double danger for both motorist and person on foot because o’ bad weathev and more hours of darkness with poorer visibility and the Christmas holiday rush. To overcome these extra travel dangers every driver is urged to bal ance these added hours of darkness and had weather with less speed and more caution. Every motorist is ur ged to start earlier, leave sooner and travel slower with constant watchful ness for the pedestrian wearing dark winter clothing. Car condition is high ly important with special attention to brakes, lights, and windshield wipers. Many persons feel that the spirit of the holiday season is an excuse for reckless and even drunken driving, but they should remember that death on our streets and highways is at its peak right now and leniency or toler ance for the drinking man behind the wheel holds no place in any campaign to reduce automobile tragedies. Pedestrians are urged to use extra care in crossing streets and walking highways and reminded that danger from automobiles is increased when darkness or slippery pavements pre vail. Pedestrians dhould be especrally careful when carrying large armloads of bundles and hold in mind that the hurrying driver can’t stop as quickly as the person on foot. Appeal is made to the parents to urge sons and daughters not to ride with drinking drivers . . . and to set a aood example for their children In this respect. Law enforcement officials must re sist the natural inclination to be len ient toward offenders because of the Christmas spirit and the Highway Pa trol appeals to all persons to sup port traffic officers in rigid enforce ment of the law during the holiday season. The best form of support is personal and individual observance of those traffic rules and regulations which are designed to protect the safety of all. Warning is given to all against the hustle and bustle of this holiday sea son which breeds impatience and care lessness in driving and walking. An apneal is made to all to take it easy and help make this Christmas a time of happiness instead of sorrow. Motor Vehicle Division State Highway Department SMALL-FARMER GROUP UNIT ING ON POULTRY AS NEW CASH CROP Chesterfield, Dec. 7—A group of small farmers in the Mt. Croghan section, working cooperatively, began last spring a movement to make poul try a source of steady reliable cash income, and prosnects so far are very encouraging that the venture will succeed, savs County Agent J. C. Willis. With the income from cotton the only cash crop of the section, de clining noticeably, those fanners want cash from other sources, they say. With the aid of the county agent and the extension service poultry specialists, the Mt. Croghan farmers held a series of meetings last Feb ruary to arouse interest and present information about poultry production. Then eight farmers agreed to get 100 to 175 babv chicks—all white Leg horns. in the spring. By November the pullets raised were coming into fair egg production, amd so a method of marketing must he worked out. A cooperative agree ment was worked out with an exper ienced producer of eggs for distribu tion of the Mt. Croghan eggs on the nearbv Charlotte market. U. A. Funderburk, experienced poul try farmer, who already had estab lished market in Charlotte, was en gaged to collect the eggs from these Mt. Croghan farmers, transport and sell them, at a service charge of one cent per dozen. By November the sa’es were running to 210 dozen a week, and there is good reason to believe that the farmers of this area have established by group action an other reliable and profitable source of cash. The Mt. Croghan area is one of clay land in a county where sandy land predominates. This makes pos sible the successful growing of small grains fev poultry feed, to reduce the cost of producing poultry and eggs. It’s another illustration of self-help through cooperative action by farm ers seeking a way out. UNION H-D CLUB The Union Home Demonstration club held its regular monthly meet ing Wednesday afternoon November 27, at the school house. Devotions were conducted by Mrs. Halfacre, two patriotic somgs were sung, “God Bless America” and “America the Beauti ful”. Eleven members were present. In the absence of Miss Counts, no special subject was discussed. Officers were elected as follows: President Mrs. Carl Epting; vice president, Miss Geneva Hipp; secretary, Mrs. Edd Dowd; treasurer, Mrs. Leland Buzhardt. Names were drawn to exchange Christmas gifts. The club also voted to give the Red Cross five dollars. It was decided to have the next meet ing the third Wednesday, Dec. 18. The hostesses, Mrs. Carl Epting and Mrs. Edd Dowd served refreshments. Austin, Texas, Dec. 7.—Four pen sioners of Texas’ War for Independ ence receive $37.50 quarterly from the state. All are widows of men who participated in the struggle that re sulted in the establishment of the Re public of Texas more than a century ago. A bounty of 640 acres of land was given to soldiers who fought in that war, when the new republic took over vast land areas that had passed to Mexico from the crown of Spain. Later pensions were granted by special acts to ma#iy of the battle participants. Some of the grants were in land; others in money. It was not until 1870 that a general pension act for survivors of the war was passed. F; - then, Texas had be come a state. Curiously enough these pensions appear on the records payable to wid ows of soldiers of the “Mexican War”. For this reason many have supposed them to be payable to wi dows of soldiers who took part in the war between the United States and Mexico. The “Mexican War” refer red to, however, is that between Mex ico and the Republic of Texas. One of these pensions goes to the widow of a participant in the battle of San Jacinto, in which the Texan forces defeated Gen. Santa Anna. Mrs. Mary C. Berry of Baird, Texas, is the widow of the San Jan- cinto fighter, Andrew Jackson Ber ry. He later served in the Confed erate army and after escaping ser ious hurt in these two wars was kill ed in a peace-time accident when a team of horses ran away. The husband of Mrs. Julia Kers ting Refield of Giddings, Texas, was Santa Anna’s guard. The other wi dows paid pensions for that war are Mrs. Langley of Abilene, Texas, and Mrs. S. R. Freeman of Elkhart, Tex. Sateguarding Christmas Against FIRE 1. DON’T set up the Christmas tree so that it can topple over easily. 2 DON’T use lighted candles on trees. 3. DON’T use paper, cotton, or celuloid ornaments. 4. DON’T allow smoking near Christmas trees. 5. DON’T allow paper to accumulate. 6. DON’T be careless in the use of electric wiring. 7. DON’T give small children dangerous toys such as those which require aloohol, gasoline, or kerosene for fuel. 8. DON’T NEGLECT to keep something handy to put out a fire if it should start. 9. DON’T LEAVE HOME with a big open fire burning. FEEL SECURE — INSURE — WITH US i Newberry Ins. & Realty Co. Phone 197 E. B. Purcell, President ’ Exchange Building