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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
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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)
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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. KESS DERRICK
May this Holiday bring you the
utmost of joy and may the New
Year bring with it success as a re
ward for your every effort. You
have been very considerate of this
institution and have made possible
our continued growth. For your
kindness we wish to express our ap
preciation and to pledge anew our
policy of even greater service to
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Phone 118 Newberry, S. C.
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season and express our
hope that the New
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and yours tha abun
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