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„ FRIDAY, DECEMBER 27, 1940 THE NEWBERRY SUN Auditor’s Tux Notice I, or an authorized agent, will be at the following places on the dates given below for the purpose of tak ing tax returns of all personal prop erty, new buildings and real estate transfers. Persons owning property, in more than one district will make returns for each district. All able bodied male citizens be tween the ages of twenty-one and sixty are liable to $1.00 poll tax; All persons between the ages of twenty- one and fifty outside of incorporated towns and cities are liable to pay commutation tax of $1.00. All dogs are to be assessed at $1.00 each. Whitmire—City Hall, Thursday, January 2nd, 1941. Whitmire — Aragon-Baldwin Mill, Friday, January hrd, 1941. Longshores—Monday, January 6th, 1941, from 9 until 12. Silverstreet—Monday, January 6th, 1941, from 2 until 6. Chappells—Tuesday, January 7th, 1941. Hollingsworth Store—Wednesday, January 8th, 1941, from 9 until 12. Kinards—Wednesday, January 8th, 1941, from 2 until 6. Prosperity—Thursday, January 9th, 1941. Little Mountain—Friday, January 10th, 1941. Glymph’s Store—Monday, Juanuary 13th, 1941, from 9 until 12. F. L. Ruff &Bros.Store—Monday, January 13th, 1941, from 2 until 5. Peak—Tuesday, January 14th, 1941. Pomaria — Wednesday, January 15th, 1941. St. Lukes—Thursday, January 16th 1941, from 9 until 12. O’Neal—Thursday, January 16th, 1941, from 2 until 5. Maybinton—F. B. Hardy’s Home, Friday, January 17th, 1941, from 9 until 12. Reese Brothers Store—Friday, Jan uary 17th, 1941, from 2 until 5. At Auditor’s office to March 1st, after which a penalty of 10 per cent will be added. PINCKNEY N. ABRAMS, Auditor Newberry County. Into The Sunset By JACKSON GREGORY 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 Timberline, 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. Barry, the night they are married, kidnaps Lucy, and tells her he loves her. Judge Blue is not her father, he tells her, and Tom Haveril is the Laredo Kid On the way to Barry’s hideout, Laredo’s men capture Bar ry. Lucy plays up to Laredo’s fore man, Jake Goodby. TAX NOTICE The tax hooks 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 ... 17>4 Roads and Bridges 2 Hospital >4 School — State 3 County School 5’A County Board of Education .. 1 State 1 TOTAL 43 The following are the authorized special levies for the various school districts of the county: Dist. No. Mills 1. Newberry 17 2. Mt. Bethel-Garmany 5 3. Maybinton 2 4. Long Lane 5 5. McCullough 5 6. Cromer 0 8. Reagin 10 9. Deadfall 10 10. Utopia 10 11. Hartford 8 12. Johnstone 5 13. Stony Hfll 6 14. Prosperity 15 15. O’Neal! 8 18. Fairview 4 19. Midway 4 21. Central 4 22. St. Phillips 8 23. Rutherford 4 24. Broad River 4 25. New Hope-Zion 4 26. Pomaria 12 27. Red Knell 6 28. Helena 4 29. Mt. Pleasant 8 30. Little Mountain 16% 31. Wheeland 3 32. Union 6 33. Jolly Street 8 34. St. Paul 2 35. Peak 4 37. Mudlic 38. Vaughnvilie 6 39. Chappels 6 40. Old Town 10 41. Dominick 8 42. Reederville 10% 43. BuSh River 10% 44. Smyrna 10% 45. Trinity 46. Burton 47. Tramwood 10% 48. Jala pa 49. Kinards 2 50. Tabernacle 8 51. Trilby 4 52. Whitmire 15 53. Mollohon 4 54. Beth-Eden 5 55. Fork 57. Belfast 58. Silverstreet 69. 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. Eleventh Installment Lucy said quickly, “What do you suppose it is they have hidden out here, Sarboe and Barry Haveril, that Tom is so anxious to get?” “I didn’t know that part of it,” said Jake. “Well, shucks, it don’t make no difference to us, does it, you, Lucy.” “I’d like to know. Wouldn’t you like to know, Jake? Before Tom gets here?” Jake laughed. “You little devil you, Lucy'” “I think I can find out something, Jake! I already have an inkling. But we’ll have to hurry. Let’s see. You call your cowboys back over here where he can’t hear. Let me have five minutes—I’ll bet you, Jake Goodby, that I can find out!” “But you look a-here,” he began. “Oh, they can’t hurt me-” cried Lucy, jumping up. She laughed and clapped her hands down on the butt of Barry’s gun. “They’re tied up, and look -t me wearing this!” She called the weapon to his at tention in haste, rather than have him begin to think about it later. “Well,” said Jake slowly, “it won’t do any harm for you to find out what you can. I’ll bet they don’t open their traps. But go ’head.” “Hey there, Bunce!” called Jake. “Come here.” Bunce grunted and got up. “Squat, Bunce. We’ll chin. Miss Lucy’s steppin’ over to ride herd on them two hombres a minute or two.” Barry watched her wonderingly. She came on until she stood over him, looking down into his upturned face. At first she must say some thing for Jake Goodby to hear. His suspision might wake at any mo ment. She found it easiest of all to laugh. “So it’s funny is it?” said Barry savagely. “You were so stupid,” cried out Self Basting ROASTER Long-wearing Mite enamel, size 11V' in diameter, held* C pound chicken or t pound roast. Yours FREE far only SO premium ceupens fraus Octagon Soap Products. BRING YOUR COUPONS TO G. B. Summer & Sons Blue Plate Lunch AT THE Busy Bee Cafe Served Every Day (except Sun- day) between 12 and 3 p. m. CHOICE OF: 5 2 Vegetables ^ 1 Meat 5 Bread 5 Drink 5 Dessert —All for only 25c The Busy Bee Cafe is inaugu rating 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! the girl, still laughing. Then she grew suddenly still, then said in a queer stiff sort of voice, “Tom Hav eril will be here soon, Mr. Barry Haveril—or is Laredo the name? And when he comes—” “When he comes?” said Barry, and pulled his legs up under htm, as though to ease cramped muscles. Lucy stepped a little closer. She was just Shaping her lips to whisper hurriedly: “Barrv, I’m trying to help you!” But she didn’t whisper a syl lable. There was no time Haveril came up standing like a snake com out of a coil. The two strong hands she thought so securely tied behind him flashed out and caught her up, swinging her clear from the ground. At a single bound he was around behind the big rock, and she was huddled at his feet, and’ his gun was again in his hand. At the same instant she saw Sarboe surge sideways and launch himself along the ground on hands and knees, so that now he and Barry Haveril and herself were all behind the boulder. And Barry, armed again was roaring like an angry bull. “Jake Goodby! You Bunce! Up with ’em or I’ll kill the two of you!” They were no less astounded than Lucy, the thing had happened so all without warning. The two men got slowly to their feet and put their arms straight up. “Step this way, you two,” he com manded sharply. “And better not try any funny business.” Bunce startled forward, then stopped to glance sideways at Good by. Jake had not moved. Bunce started again; this time Goodby came fumblintgly along. Barry, watching him narrowly, ,iaw him stumble slightly. . Almost too swiftly for the eye to follow his movement the next minute he sprang nimbly to one side, snapped out his gun, and started shooting over Bunce’s shoulder. Bunce yelled out in rage and ter ror, then jerked out his gun and started blazing away at all that he could see of the man behind the boulder. But poor Bunce never had chance; Barry's first answering shot broke a leg for him and he fell lurchingly. Jake fired again, but his aim was disturbed and his shot went wild. He was letting the third shot off when he like Bunce, went down, shot through the body. Goodby stirred slightly, then lay still again. Barry came forward; gathered up both men’s weapon, then asked -curtly of Bunce, “Where are you hurt?” “I got it in the leg,” groaned the cowboy. Barrv called to Sarboe: “Come along here, Sarboe. And bring Mrs. Tom Haveril with you.” So, Sarboe came azid Lucy with him, one of her wrists clenched tight in his hand, her face white, her eyes looking enormous and brilliant in the firelight. “Is he dead?” she whispered, look ing down on Jake Goodby. 'If he is, he asked for it,” snapped Barry. “Ibn going for the horses,” he said and hurried off, merely add ing over his shoulder, “Watch both of ’em Sarboe; and don’t turn that girl loose.” Barry returned hurriedly with the horses, his and Sarboe’s and the one that Lucy had ridden here, the Judge’s. Also he brought something else, but they did not see it, the flat steel box which he had unearthed from its hiding place and tied to his saddle strings. “You are not going to take me with you!” cried Lucy as soon as she saw her horse, and began strug gling with Sarboe. “Barry Haveril, you have no right!” “I don’t know what to do with you,” he said heavily, staring at her. “Then let me go! Oh, please. Barry!” They rode for hours, so long and up and down such trailless slopes that Lucy was drooping wearily in the saddle long before Barry called a halt. And when at last they stopped and she slid down stiffly, she had not the vaguest idea of her whereabouts. Barry had brought them to his first old 1 cabin or rather into the grove just behind it. "Barry,” said Lucy faintly. “Well?” he demanded coldly, star ing up at her. "I had planned — You see, I couldn’t guess you had gotten the ropes off—” “Sarboe’s work. They’d had him tied an hour; he worked free, got me free.” “Would you believe me,” asked Lucy, and braced herself and un consciously hardened her voice, “if I told you that I was coming to try to get you free?” “No,” he said promptly. “Maybe I’ve just got to knowing you tonight Lady Laredo! I saw you on that log with Jake Goodby—” Suddenly, without finishing what he was going to say, he moved off through the grove, lost to them be fore he had taken a dozen of his long strides. He saw the cabin look ing dark among the trees, its rear wall almost indistinguishable in the shadows. Under the closed door he saw a thin thread of wan light. He stepped softly to the door and lifted the latch slowly. ■ Then he be gan shoving the door open. Opened an inch it gave him a glimpse of the cabin’s interior. He could see the foot of the bunk against the wall; he opened the door another inch and saw a man’s booted feet. Some fellow asleep, just as he had thought likely— He threw the door wide open. The man on the bunk did not stir, Barry stepped into the room, making sure with a quick glance about him that there were no other men concealed in the shadows. Then he called out: “You there! Who are you?” Still the m«n did not move. Barry saw a small ragged pile of wood by the fire place and threw some scraps of pitchy pine on the coals. • Then at last the man on the bunk did stir. The pine flared up into higher, brighter flame; the cadaverous face of the man on the bunk seemed to start forward out of the dark into the light. Bary Haveril, spell bound, slack-jawed in amazement, stood staring back into those staring eyes. The man looking ready to drop dead, laughed instead. Then he said thickly, speaking with difficulty: “So it’s Cousin Barry, huh? Make yuh- se’f tuh home, Sundown!" and flop ped over on his back again, one lax hand hanging to the floor. Yes, it was Cousin Jesse. It was Jesse Conroy. It was the Laredo Kid. And it was not Tom Haveril. To Lucy, beginning to shiver with cold as the night wind stiffened and as an utter weariness bore her down, it seemed that Barry Haveril was never coming back. Then at long last Barry stepped out of the shadows. “There’s water right, over there, Sarboe,” he said. “Give the horses a drink, then unsaddle and 1 put them on their tie ropes the other side the water hole. Then come along to the cabin.” When he spoke his voice was gentler than when he had stalked away from her. “Tired out, Lucy? Well, it’s been hell for you, hasn’t it? Want to walk a hundred yards to shelter and sleep?” “I want to lie here and die,” said Lucy miserably. “I hate everything; I hate living. Leave me alone.” So he gathered her up into his arms. She struck at him but he did not seem to notice, and certainly did muttered him like not mind. When she saw the bunk and the man on it, a white-faced, dead look ing man, all the peacefulness of Barry’s cradling arms and of this quiet, simple place were wiped out by fresh stark reality. “That’s why I had to keep you waiting,” said Barry. ‘I thought for a while he was dying. I had to find where he was hurt and bandage him up. I’m not going to let him die.” Lucy looked at Barry, no longer heavy-eyed but with excited interest. He said, talking distinctly and slow ly and somehow altogether like a man at the end o* his tether: “He is Jesse Conroy. The Laredo Kid. Andl he isn’t Tom Haveril— and I’ve been a fool.’ ’ “You shot him?” “I wish I had,” he somberly. “No. T found that.” “Then—” “Haven’t I told you already .hat I’ve been a fool? He and Tobi Hav eril were as alike as two shells out of the same gun, except for Tom’s little devil-beard. And except that Tom talks different—Not his voice, just his way of saying things. I thought he’d changed with three years, that was all. Well I was wrong.” “Didn’t I tell you all along that you were wrong?” she exulted. But about to speak, she fell silent. “If it wasn’t so late, and you so tired,” he said, “I’d take you right back where I got you, back to Tom Haveril. We’ll have to do the best we can for tonight.” She looked fearfully at the man on the bunk. “He is dying now. He looks like—” “No, I tell you! I won’t let him die! Not now. I’ve been looking fer that man for three years. I’ve sworn I’d kill him if I never did another thing.” “Why don’t you kill him now?” she said bitterly. “It would be so easy! He’s half dead anyhow. If you’re so fond of killing, what are you waiting for? You’ll never have a better chance—” He glared at her, then muttered something under his breath and went out. When he came back Sarboe came with him, and both men were carry ing armfus of pine tops for her com fort. Sarboe’s eyes flashed from the gaunt, palsied form on the bunk to Barry, demanding explanations. Barry’s answer was a mere: “I don’t know. I found him like that. He’s had a bullet though him.” (TO BE CONTINUED) THE CHlTflS BELLS T .0 Hflppy SEflson May the Christmas bells ring with all the happiness that you so richly deserve, is our Christmas wish to the people of this com munity. May the true spirit of the Yuletide linger on through every day of the com ing year as a reward for your thoughtful ness and kindness. J. 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