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FRIDAY DECEIVinc-n *«, THE NEWBERRY SUN PAGE FIVE Classified Ads PANSY PLANTS FOR SALE—We will have the first shipment of Steels Jumbo Pansy plants November 1st. Place your order now for one of the shipments. Miss Mattie Adams. Phone 511. KNITTERS’ NOTICE—W®~still have a complete line of Fall yarns—Come and see us at our new location. Miss Mattie Adams, 909 Wilson St., Phone 611. Into The Sunset By JACKSON GREGORY FLOWERS—We are nqw 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. FOR RENT—5 room downstairs ap- partment in the modem Margaret apartment house, 1934 Johnstone Street. Apply to E. A. Brooks. Phone 508-W. FOR RENT—Apartment wth private bath. 1000 College street. Phone 22-W. LOST—Billfold. Saturday, Nov. IS in business section of Newberry. Con taining about $40.00 and drivers lic ense. Last seen in R. M. Lominack Hdwe. Return to W. A. Hipp or to Police Headquarters. Reward. FOR SALE—Kraut Cabbage. Last chance. Good firm white cabbage., $1.40 per 100 pounds. C. T. SUMMER Inc. ** 13-3tc WANTED—Veals Tows and Hogs: also your Cow Hides. Se us before you sell. The Newberry Abattoir. HEMSTITCHING—Bring your hem- stib hing to M.ss Mattie Adams at her new location—909 Wilson Street. Phone 511. PINE AND HARDWOOD TIMBER FOR SALE: from large tracts in Newberry and Fairfield counties. If interested write E. C. Haff, The Champion Paper & Fibre Co., Can ton, N. C. FOR SALE—Lot on Tojinstone street. 100 foot frontage, 243 feet deep. Apply Aubrey Harley. 3tp FOR RENT—My home located at 916 Glenn street. Six rooms with mod ern conveniences. Immediate deser tion can be given. Mrs. J. C. Brooks.1 FOR RENT—Upstairs unfurnished apartment. Apply Mrs. J. W. White, 1003 Caldwell street, oppo site Methodist church. ll-ls&t-tf TRESPASS NOTICE—No trespassing or hunting of any kind allowed on my land. J. H. BOWERS. 134tp SEED GRAIN FOR SALE I 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 RECLEANED 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. 3-50-tf H. O. LONG, Silverstreet, S. C. Kidneys Must Clean Out Acids Excess acids, poisons and wastes in your blood are removed chiefly by your kidneys. Getting up Nights, Burning Passages, Back ache, Swollen Ankles, Nervousness. Rheu matic Pains, Dizziness, Circles Under Eyes, and feeling worn out, often are caused by non-organic and non-systemic Kidney and Bladder troubles. Usually in such cases, the very first dose of Cystex goes right to work helping the Kidneys flush out excess acids and wastes. And this cleansing, purifying Kidney action, in just a day or so, may eas ily make you feel younger, stronger and better than in years. A printed guarantee wrapped around each package of Cystex in sures an immediate refund of the full cost unless you are completely satisfied. You have everything to gain and nothing to lose under this positive money back guarantee so get Cystex from your druggist today for only 35c. Blue Plate Lunch AT THE Busy Bee Cafe Served Eve y Day (except Sun day) between 12 and 3 p. m. CHOICE OF: 5 2 Vegetables 5 1 Meat 5 Bread 5 Drink 5 Dessert —All for only 25c The Busy Bee Cafe is inaugu- reting this Blue Plate Special to enable everyone to receive the proper nutrition at meal time at a price one can afford to pay. This is in keeping with the National Defense program to keep the health of Americans up to par! SYNOPSIS Barry Haveril goes hunting for a cousin of his, Jesse Conroy, known as the Laredo Kid, who murdered his brother. Barry is befriended by Judge Blue and his daughter, Lucy. The Judge turns out to be a friend of Laredo’s and a bad actor. Barry escapes, however, and meets an old man named Timberiine, who also is gunning for the Laredo Kid. After several years of searching, Barry returns to Judge Blue’s house, where he meets a man called Tom Haveril whom he accuses of being his cousin, Jesse, in disguise. Barry becomes convinced of this later and they have a gun battle, both getting hurt. Re covered, Barry discovers Tom Hav eril has married Lucy whom he loves. He also finds evidence to show that Laredo has something on Judge Blue and the Judge has to do what Lare do tells him. But with Barry and Timberline, the Judge goes to the cabin where Tom and Lucy are. Tim berline takes the Judge and Laredo to the kitchen while Barry tries to tell Lucy that her new husband is no good. Tenth Installment “Timber!” he called sharply. “Here I be, Barry. Want niw to kill the two buzzards after all?” “Herd them out on the back porch- Then get on your horse; I guess it’s Self Basting ROASTER Long-wearing blue enamel, size 11V' in diameter, holds $ pound .jicken or • pound roast. Yours FR£E for only 50 premium coupons from Octagon Soap Products. BRING YOUR COUPONS TO G. B/Summer & Sons, handy, isn’t it?” “Never handier," said Timberline. “I’m not going to talk all night to this girl. And when you and I go —well, we’ll go fast.” “Suits me,” said Timber, and then barked out to the Judge and Tom Haveril: “Yuh heard it? March, yuh two. I reckon what Barry’s got to say to the lady can best be said tater-tate.” “Lucy,” said Barry, “first you’ve got to believe this: Torn Haveril is the Laredo Kid.” She scoffed at him. Then she said, brightly beautiful, as she, so much smaller than he, gave the impression of looking down on him from some lofty height. “Tom told me all that he knows about you as we drove over here tonight.” “He’s tried to make you think that I’m Laredo?” He heard the three men out on the back porch; he heard a door close. A moment later Timberline called out, “Ready to ride when you are, Sundown.” At that Barry suddenly caught Lucy up in his arms and ran with her. She tried to scream; he clamp ed his big hand tight over her mouth. She bit him but he kept her .(till. He threw her up into the Judge’s saddle, held her with one hand while he managed his own horse and moun ted, then roared out to Timberline: “Ride, pardner! Sock your spurs in and ride.” He started his own horse and the Judge’s off at a run, heading back toward the mountains. It was a mad thing to do, but mad ventures have a way of being won. After them, not knowing what it was all about, yelling like a Cam- anche, came old Timberiine. “I love you, and you’d better know it,” said Barry. “I am Tom Haveril’s wife,” she reminded him. That was a good half hour after they had raced away from Tor Hav eril’s ranch house. “Hi, Timbed!” he yelled. “Shove along back to camp. Tell Ken March to have anyhow a dozen men on our payroll to take c#re of the Judge and Laredo if they come out that way looking for us.” “What about you?” yipped Tim beriine. “Don’t know. Oh, I’m all right, and I’m taking good care of Lucy here.” Barry stopped to blow the hard- Holiday Notice! In observance of Christmas all County Offices will be closed on WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 25th Also closed on MONDAY, JANUARY 1, 1941 in observance of NEW YEAR’S Frank Sanders, Clerk ridden horses; he had also a thought to Lucy whom he had put through a difficult thirty minutes. “I’m not afraid ot you!” said Lucy. “I’m glad of that, Lucy,” said Barry gently, “Of course there’s no reason why you should be afraid of me, but I thought you might he anyhow. I’m glad.” That made her definance seem a small, unnecessary thing, and so it angered her. “Let me go‘” she cried furiously. “I say, let me go; do you hear me? I am going hack to Tom—to my husband.” “He’s not your husband, Lucy. You know that. A preacher just came and said a mouthful of words. Nothin^ could make vou and him man and wife. And if he was your husban- 4 . you wouldn’t have him lon«\ I’m goino- to kill him.” “Murderer* Coward and mur derer-” “No, it wouldn't be murder.” said Barrv calmly. “Not even if I came un on him fvom behind and killed him before he knew it. It would he what th°v call execution. Lucy girl.” piio j-od’e along with him again. maVicg no attempt to eseane. “Remember that nivht mom than fdiren years p"-n down in Tylers- villo ^” said Barry. "Well"” said Lucy. “You saw what hannened.” <ron- Hnuod Barrv. “Yeu saw the .Tphre hammer me over the head. You didn’t see the man in the barn, but you heard the Judge call him Lar edo. That man was Jesse Conroy, mv Cousin. Jesse: and he is Laredo and be is Tom Haveril.” “T don’t believe It!" “You understood that the Judge took a hand when he did, putting me out to keep me from the chance of being killed if Laredo and I fought it out as we were bound to. And you knew why he cut in, to save my life long enough to find out where I’d got a fistful of gold.” He gave her her chance to speak but she had nothing to say. “You knew him that day for a liar, for a robber, for a man to run in double harness with the killer, Laredo. You came pretty close that night to tunning away with me, Lucy; with me, a stranger. You were scar ed.” She spoke up then, and sharply enough. “What about tonight?” “You saw him kill a man. And you knew it was murder. And Tom Haveril came along, the good-look ing murdering hound-dog, and you married him! And I tell you,” and his voice rang out fierce and strong, “it wasn’t because you were in love with Tom Haveril; it was because vou just had to gun away from that big white house with its Judge Blue trimmings.” “No!” said Lucy. “It wasn’t that—” “Don’t lie to me, girl!” “You’ve got to let me go, Barry Haveril.” “I’m going to let you go—set you free—turn you loose,” said Barry, and she detected the deep tender ness in his voice. “Not from me, Lucy girl. Free from the horror of the whole thing. I’m going to make you happy with just three or four little words. Ready, Lucy?” “Have you gone crazy?” demand ed Lucy. Barry said simply: “Judge Blue isn’t your father. That’s true, dear. You’re not Lucy Blue at all.” “Barry!” “That’s a part of what I’ve got to tell you,” he went on.“ I didn’t know until that night Tom Haveril and I shot each other, He knew. He had proof of all this hid out at tnat cabin where we were. I got away with what he’d hid. As soon as he could, he tried to make sure of you, marrying you—” “He loves me-” said Lucy, trying to sound defensive, but her voice faint. “That’s natural,” conceded Barry. “Any man would.” “But tell me—” “You’re going to ride with me. I’m going to show you.” They rode, Lucy for a while in the most profound meditation of her life. Not Lucy Blue at all—not the Judge’s daughter. “Barry! Tell me everything!” “I’ll not tell you everything be cause I’m going to show you what Tom Haveril had hid at the cabin in the mountains; and you’ll know as much as I do. “I’ve another place, where I’ve been hid out, getting over the at tack of hot lead I caught from Tom Haveril. I left the things there that I want to show you. Sarboe’s there, too.” After a long, long while of tread ing devious ways through wilder ness intricacies, Barry lifted his arm to point; she saw a flicker of light across an inky hollow, on the far side under the cliffs. “There’s Sarboe,” he called cheerily. Before Barry had the vaguest inkling that anything was wrong, men sprang up all abount him; rocks and bushes of a moment ago seemed to turn into men. He saw here and there the faint glint of starlight upon their weapons. “Both hands up, high, Barry Hav eril!” shouted an exultant voice. That was Jake Goodby, Tom Haveril’s fore man, a slock-jawed, sloped-brow killer. Barry obeyed, saying nothing, his eyes darting everywhere at once, seeking to make out how many there were, looking for some avenue of escape. Lucy felt a gun barrel driven into her side. A man called sharply to her, “Get your paws up too!” “I’m Lucy Blue. I am Mrs. fom Haveril. Tom Haveril’s wife. We were married just tonight.” Lucy ran on excitedly: *You’ve got Sarboe? You’re not to hurt him, you know.” “Sure I know! Tom wants him to talk first. I’m wonderin’ if Sarboe’ll ever talk again! He’s so scared he can’t say a word. This here is Barry Haveril, ain’t it?” “Yes,” answered Lucy huriedly. “And you’re not to hurt him either, Jake. Tom wants him 'to talk too.” “Say! You’re all right!” laughed Jake Goodby. “Mrs. Tom now, huh? Say, that’s fine.” Disarmed, Barry came down out of the saddle and stood still as a rope was double-hitched about his wrists and his hands were tied at his back. Six or eight of Tom Hav- eril’s young hellions dragged him off to join Sarboe where he latter, bound like himself, was propped up against a big rock. He jammed his shoulder against Sarboe’s by way of companionable greeting and spoke for the first time. “They got us all right, Sarboe,” he said disgustedly. “Like a fool, I rode with my eyes shut.” Sarboe writhing in his bonds, could only grunt. Barry could hear Lucy’s voice, and it seemed to him that she had never been so gay. After a while he heard her say: “Jake, I want to talk with you.” Barry saw Lucy and Jake Goodby move somewhat apart, toward the faither rim of the uncertain circle of flickering firelight, to sit on a log and talk together. Jake had Barry's gun, dangling it by it’s heavy belt. “Let' me see it,” said Lucy. "How would I look, wearing a gun like that?” Jake, admiring let her buckle the weapon about her slim waist so that it banked low down on her thigh. “Say, why didn’t you’n me ever gang up afore now?” he said play fully. “You mustn’t forget that I’m mar ried now,” laughed Lucy. And there, she thought, both frightened and exhilarated, she had set her hand to the plow. She even said to herself; “I am making myself as cheap as a dirty rag doll.” “Aw,” said Jake, “yuh ain’t scarcely marred yet. Jins’ married tonight, an’ already Tom lets you fly loose? Me, if I was Toh* I wouldn't of.” Lucy locked at the knot of men loafing beyond the fire. “There’s no need for them to stay- any longer,” said Lucy. “With those two men tied up, there’s no danger from them.” “Might as well all of us be ridin’, said Jake, and added comfortably, “but there ain’t any hurry. They’ll be a moon later.” “No; we’re to keep the two men here until Tom comes. They nave something hidden here that he wants. Better tell the boys, Jake, to scatter as they head back, so they’ll be sure not to miss Tom.” “How about you?” asked Jake. “You’ll stay here waitin’ for Tom.” There were many ways in which she might have said yes. Still think ing of the rag doll, she answered, “If you want me to, Jake.” His hand crawled along the log like a crab and fastened on hers. For just a single loathsome second she let it rest there; then she sliped hers out from under it. At that moment one of the men beyond the fire called through a yawn, “Hey Jake! Come alive, will yuh? What’re we doin’ squattin’ here all night? • And he spoke in a low tone. What he said Lucy could not catch. They laughed and one of them slapped Jake on the back, and off they went, dragging their spars clankingly . Then she noticed that as Jake came slouching back and the others went to their horses and rode off with a whoop and a rush, one man had re mained behind; and this man went straight to the two prisoners. (TO BE CONTINUED NEWS FACTS ^GEORGE OAK MM, CHICAGO, ILLINOIS. PATiRlGTO MAGUIRE BEGAN HER LONG SLEEP-A SLEEP THAT LASTED 17,500 HOURS. HER AILMENT IS STILL A MYSTERY TO SCIENCE ~ MISS MAQUIRE DIED AT 29 YEARS OF A<5E/ DMCCISTS 15« • M« INDIGESTION may affect the Heart Gas trapped in the stomach or gullet may act like a hair-trigger on the heart. At the first sign of distress smart men and women depend on Bell-ans Tablets to set gas free. No laxative but made of the fastest- acting medicines known for acid indigestion. 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