The sun. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1937-1972, January 17, 1941, Image 3
PAGE THREE
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 kidnaps Lucy, and after a gun
battle with Haveril’s men, takes her
to his cabin in the mountains. There
he finds the real Laredo Kid wounded
and dying. There Lucy learns she
is not Judge Blue’s daughter but a
wealthy heiress whose parents were
slam when she was a little girl.
Lucy is sent on to Barry’s ranch,
while Barry and Timberline keep La
redo in tlie hills. Laredo gets well, and
escapes with the horses. Afoot, Barry
and Timberline make it to the ranch,
where they learn that Judge Blue and
Tom Haveril are heading a posse af
ter Barry, for “stealing another
man’s wife.” Lucy, who knows it is
the money they are after, flees with
Bariy to a deserted cabin, fixing sup
per, when Tom Haveril steps in the
door, with guns drawn. Suddenly,
Lucy appears.
Fourteenth Installment
“Tom-” cried Lucy. “Don’t! I—
I’ll kill you, so help me God—”
Tom Haveril whirled. Barry made
his dive for his carbine. A shot rang
out—another shot. * Tom Haveril
reeled backward. As the weapon
slipped out of his hands he sagged at
the knees staring horribly at Lucy.
He tried to speak but he crashed to
the floor.
Lucy came running in, Barry’s red
gun smoking in her hand.
“I have killed him! Oh, God, for
give me—I have killed him!”
“You have saved me from being
murdered,” said Barry. He caught
Tom Haveril by the shoulders and
turned him over.
“He isn't dead,” he said. “Maybe
we can pull him through.”
“We’ve got to save him, Barry.
We’ve got to! Oh, if you love me—”
The next instant she was sobbing
wildly in Barry’s arms.
“He—he’s dead!” she gasped. She
cowered down where she stood, her
face in her hands.
Barry did not lift his eyes to her;
they remained brooding upon the
gun. He kept turning the cylinder
slowly.
“Lucy!” he shouaed. “Lucy! You
didn’t kill him! You couldn't There’s
not an empty shell in the gm.! You
didn’t shoot at all!”
“Barry!” Then her face, for a joy
ous instant so bright, clouded in
stantly. “You are not telling me the
truth, Barry. You want to save me
and so you have put in a fresh cart
ridge.”
“I am sure! Wait!” He dashed
outside and began calling at the top
of his voice, “Molly! Molly, where are
you ?”
From out of the dark almost at his
side Molly stepped silently up to
Him.
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“I know,” she said quietly. “Me,
I run, Barry, an’ I come back, an’ I
listen. I see that man he is jus’ like
Jesse Conroy. I see him with gun,
an’ he is go:n’ to ill you. But I kill
him for other thing, Barry. Long
time, he kill Robert, like you tell me.
So I kill inis man, that in the bad
light is like Jesse and has same
voice—”
Suddenly, with no hand lifted to
stay her, the half-Indian girl melted
away into the night.
“I am so glad, so grateful to God!”
cried Lucy. “And so ashamed to be
glad at a time like this!”
“God wants you to be glad, dear,”
he said very gently. “He made it
happen like this.”
“Everyone will always think—”
He interrupted, wishing to shunt
her thoughts aside, also seeking in
formation. “What was it Molly
wanted with you?” he asked.
“She wanted to ask about Jesse
Conroy, and to warn us to watch
out for him, since he might come
here at any time. And she was tell
ing me something about—about Tom
Haveril—”
“She knew him too?” he asked
swiftly.
Lucy shook her head. “She had
never seen him, but Jesse Conroy
had told her boasbingly of a man
he called Cousin Tom that he was
working a big scheme with, and 1
knew he meant Tom Haveril.”
“How did you know?”
“Your father told r- -, he knew
Jesse Conroy’s father, Philip Con
roy. He said that Philip’s son Jesse,
from the time he was big enough to
load and fire a gun, was the worst of
a bad lot. He ran away from home
with a wild cousin of his, named
Tom Haveril. And your father said
that, though Jesse Conroy came to
be called the Laredo Kid, half the
things laid to his door were done by
—by Tom Haveril.”
“That tells us how Tom Haveril
came by the flat steel box and your
pictures,” mused Barry. “Jesse stole
them from the Judge, Tom Haveril
stole them from Jesse.”
Barry stepped across the room to
where Tom Haveril’s body lay. He
was drawing a blanket over the up
turned face when he noted the cor
ner of a wallet sticking out of the
dead man’s leather coat.
Barry opened the wallet; he found
a folded paper which he opened to
make sure it was what Lucy wanted.
At first glance he saw it was not, for
it was discolored with years, break
ing along its folds. He made out
that it was a letter written to Philip
Conroy, Esq., Laredo, Texas. It was
signed, David Hamilton. Enclosed was
a second brief note, also years old,
addressed to Col. Dave Hamilton,
Laredo, Texas. And this one was
signed Parker Blue.
He and Lucy, going close to the
fireplace, read the two letters to
gether and at the end both exclaim
ed, voicing the same thought almost
in the same words:
“This was the hold Jesse Conroy
had over Judge Blue!”
“Enough to hang him,” muttered
Barry. “Somehow Tom Haveril got
it from Jesse along with the iron
box, X reckon.”
The first of the two notes read:
Philip Conroy, Esq.,
Laredo Flats.
Dear Philip: I have just receiv
ed this curt communication from
Parker Blue, of whom I spoke to
you a few days ago. It would
seem that all is ripe to go ahead.
I have the money at hand, ready
when he comes. You will note
that he is to come next Monday;
also that he wants the matter
kept sub rosa. So I suppose you
had better postpone your visit to
us. I’ll write you about it as soon
as it is settled.
With our sincerest regards ix>
you and your dear ones,
Y’r Most Obd’t. Servant,
David Hamilton.
The enclosure read;
Dear Col. Hamilton:
I’m coming Monday. Be sure to
have the Ten Thousand Dollars in
Cash. We will make a Hundred
Thousand out of it sure. But keep
it all secret. I will tell you why
I am counting on finding you
alone Monday. This is Important,
Colonel. I am sending this over
by one of "the boys. He don’t know
what is in it.
Yours truly,
Parker Blue.
“And then,” growled Barry’ an
grily, “he went over and murdered
everybody in the house except you,
grabbed the ten thousand and, may
be in a flash of inspiration, carried
you off!”
They heard no sounds as they
rode along save those quiet noises
that belonged to the wilderness
night, nor did they catch a gleam
of any fire until they were almost
at journey’s end. Lucy saw it first,
just a bright glint through the pines.
“That’s not a light in the house,”
said Barry, puzzled, as they pulled
their horses down. It’s a fire out
in the pasture; maybe it is a camp
fire. You wait here a minute, Lucy;
I’ll go ahead on foot.”
“Oh, be careful, Barry!”
Barry, peering around a leafy
buck-eye, saw that there were three
men under the old tree, and that
two of them were busily occupied
hanging the third!
The two men pulled on their rope
and their prisoner swung abotut
so that Barry could see his congest
ed face and his wildly glaring eyes.
It was Sarboe!
“Stop it!” Barry shouted then, and
ran forward.
With a snort of disgust Timber-
line let go of the rope; his assistant
did the same and Sarboe, firmly
planted again on solid earth, teeter
ed a moment and turned eloquent
bulging eyes on his resuer.
Barry was due to be startled once
more. Sarboe had caught his breath
and n vw burst out into such a tirade
of curses and accusations and dire
threats against Timberline and Cliff
Bendiger that his stream of invec
tive was like a torrent from a dam
breaking.
“That’s why we done it, Sun
down!” Yuh see, we figgered out,
me an’ ol’ Cliff here, we could make
him talk. Well, we done it! Now I
reckon he kin tell us all he knows!”
Barry, still laughing, said, “Wait
here a minute.” and hurried back to
Lucy. A few minutes later all of
them were in the house, where no
one had thought of going to bed,
gathered in a general conference.
“You—you knew a lot about Tom
Haveril?” put in Tom Haveril’s
young widow.
“A-plenty,” said Sarboe. “Them
two is a match-team for gen’ral cus
sedness. I’ve knowed bad men, but
none worse’n them two—onless yuh
count the Judge. An’ both Jesse an’
Tom somehow had the ol’ Judge
over a barrell; he was scared o’ what
they might do, or what th< ; might
tell on him, I reckon; an’ for years
they bled him o’ money, an’ he was
a hard-bleeder, too! Yuh’ve all heard
o’ the Laredo Kid? Well, I used to
think it was Jesse Conroy; I got to
thinkin’ later it was Tom; an’ later
on, I got to wonderin’ if both of ’em
wasn’t him!
“I was sorry I couldn’t talk soon
er,” said Sarboe. “I’d mebbe have
saved Miss Lucy marryin’ Tom
Haveril.”
They discussed briefly what effect
the taking off of Tom Haveril might
have upon the strategy of their per
secutors. There remained the Judge
Laredo and Sheriff Ed Brawley, all
planning murder in the name of
summary justice.
Ken March offered thoughtfully:
“There a lot of square, fair-minded
men in and about Red Rock. They’ve
heard only one side of the story. The
thing to do is get the truth over to
them.”
Ben Haveril nodded and said em
phatically, “An’ Sheriff Brawley c’n
be talked to. Happens I know! For
six-seven years the Judge has had
him like that.” He indicated what
he meant by flattening his thumb on
the table.
A blue-eyed Lucy clung to Ken
March, murmuring, “Oh, Ken! Ken!
If—”
A gray-eyed Lucy at last allowed
herself to speak words she felt she
should not voice—not until some
later day. But would that day ever
come?
“I do love you so, Barry! I have
loved you with all my foolish heart
since that day in Tylersville. And
Barry, if you didn’t come riding
back to me—Kiss me, Barry.”
Never before had they kissed. He
drew her into his arms, he lifted her
off her little feet, he almost crushed
her.
“Hi!” yipped Timebrline. “Are we
ridin’ or ain’t we?”
So they rode, the seven of them.
Timber and Cliff Bendiger headed
straight for Red Rock on their er
rand, while the others turned off to
ward Barry’s old cabin and the mine
higher up and beyond.
“It’s going to be as simple as
walking downhill,” he said. “Looks
almost too good to be true, don’t it,
Sundown ?”
Barry saw what he meant. Down
in the bed of the ravine were a score
of men who had been stationed here
by the Judge and Tom Haveril “to
guard the property until the rights
of the matter were settled”. At the
moment their “guarding” the prop
erty consisted in looting it.
They went swiftly but without re
vealing themselves. Five minutes
later a score of astonished gold
thieves found themselves staring in
to the muzzles of five rifles.
They gaped and rubbed wet hands
on their overalls and chaparejos, and
never a man of them said a word
meant for Barry’s ears.
“Some of you know me and some
of you don’t,” said Barry. “I’m Bar
ry Haveril, and these are my dig
gings. You’ve been put here by
Judge Blue and Tom Haveril. Well,
WILLIAM HOUSEAL TELLS OF
INCIDENTS OF 68 YEARS AS
PRINTER, NEWSPAPER MAN
Mr. Houseal In His 17th Year.
Dr. William Preston Houseal com
pletes today his 68th year as practical
printer and newspaper man, having
begun that work Thursday morning
at 10 o’clock January 9, 1873, as an
apprentice to the printer’s trade in
the office of the fjewherry Herald in
his native town of Newberry. Due to
the many varied and interesting ex
periences of Doctor Houseal in these
particulars, the story of his news
paper activities during his long life
of nearly 85 years is related in his
own words; for according to a recent
“Answers to Questions” by Frederic
J. Haskin of The State Information
Bureau, Washington, D. C., he is thd
next oldest man still at work in a
similar capacity—the other printer
being a proofreader on a newspaper
at Muskegon, Mich., and he is in his
90th year. Doctor Housea! has held a
similar position of The State since
June 10, 1910. His story follows:
“While preparing lessons, espec
ially algebra and the Greek alphabet
in Bullion’s Greek grammar, Wednes
day evening, January 8, 1873, with
the weather exactly the same degree
of temperature' and sunshine as pre
vailed yesterday in Columbia. Sit
ting around the fireside with all
members of the family my father de
livered a message to me from Thom
as F. Greneker, owner and editor of
The Herald (along with his brother,
R. H. Greneker, Sr.,), that he need
ed an apprentice and preferred to
give me the opportunity to learn the
printer’s trade. I closed my school
books and decided I would accept
the offer, my father having remark
ed that he had heard me say that
I wanted, to be a printer like Horace
Greeley. Up to that day my entire
“schooling” from eight to 16 years
and six months had embraced alto
gether 60 months first, which included
one session in my eighth year at the
private school of Mrs. Ring, widow of
Rev. J. P. Ring, Lutheran minister,
native of Charleston; next, at the
are of nine, two full sessions (1866-
68) in the preparatory department of
Newber/y college, taught by Capt.
S. P. Pifer, who did .not accompany
the college when it was removed to
Walhalla, December 1, 1868 but be
gan that month his English and Clas
sical school in the president’s house
(later bought by H. H. Evans on
January 1, 1869) in the Baptist
church annex, closing day of school,
Friday, July 9, 1869, when our exami
nations were conducted by four citi
zens of well recognized literary abi
lity, J. F. J. Caldwell, Rev. R. A.
Nickle, John A. Chapman, and E. A.
Scott, who awarded to me (over 110
boys in the school) the first prize, a
silver goblet (still carefully presolv
ed in my home) on perfect examina
tion (in my 12th year); second prize,
silver cup, William N. Carwile or
Frederick A. Schumpert (drawn by
the latter); third prize, silver :up,
Mr. Houseal in His 82nd Year.
Burr James Ramage or Heyward
Ewart, (drawn by the latter); first
prize in the higher students’ class, O.
B. Mayer, Jr. (the only survivor of
the students of that school and the
male academy besides myself is Lam
bert W. Jones.) Next I attended the
Newberry Male Academy (October
1868-January 9, 1873, when the prin
cipal, Prof. William M. Brooks, of
Georgiaville, N. ,C. (graduate of
North Carolina University, Chapel
Hill) would come frequently to the
Herald office with the avowed purpose
to persuade me to return to school.
However, I had chosen the printer’s
trade as my avocation, really called
to it as I have since been offered
every position I have filled, and have
never asked for a job in my life, and
I did not yield to his earnest solici
tations.
The photo of the 17-year engraving
was maue by Henry Cronenbe’-. pho
tographer who came from Columbia
in 1873 and opened his gallery in the
front room where The Herald occu
pied the rear of the building at its
office on the second floor. The photo
shows a black woolen suit which my
mother made as I gathered walnut
hulls for the black dye’ as she carded
the wool, spun it, warped and wove
the cloth on her own loom which was
nrominent furniture in a room during
the Confederate war. It was not nec
essary to carry an umbrella in an
ordinary rain as the knap of the vir
gin wool would turn the rain drops
aside. I bought my first ready-see
suit in the spring of 1875, (colors of
green then as the style of today.)
“After having served five years as
an apprentice I began publication
of The Newberry News, January 4,
1878, with R. H. Greneker, Jr., as
senior partner. The paper having been
bought January 1, 1879, by Milledge
L. Bonham (now chief justice of the
state supreme court) and Lewis W.
Simkins (who relinquished its control
at the end of the same year) and my
own connection therewith ceasing
likewise. I still assisted Mr. Greneker
while serving as salesman in my
father’s store during 1879, but in
1880 accepted a position in The Lu
theran Visitor office at Prosperity
during that year.
“In February, 1881, I was offered
the business as publisher of The Lu-
theian Visitor. Negotiations of the
transfer were not completed until
April, and on the 21st day of that
month in 1881, I began as its pub
lisher in Newberry. January 1, 1882,
obtained full control of the paper as
sole owner. In May, 1868, in my 12th
year, I attended the sessions of the
convention of The Lutheran General
Synod, South, and heard plans adopt
ed for beginning publication of The
i Lutheran Visitor and within 14 years
I became its owner when it was thus
offered to me. (I had never dreamed
of such an occurance.) January 11,
1883, I united with William H. Wal
lace and James H. M. Kinard the
former associate editor of The Herald
and the latter its foreman previous
ly) in the publication of The New
berry Observer, with which I remain
ed two years. Then March 1, 1887,
Elbert H. Aull and I bought The New
berry Herald and News (The News
having been consolidated with The
Herald in August, 1884), after hav
ing had charge of the mechanical de
partment of The Herald and News
two months with A. Crane Jones as
publisher (his father-in-law. Thomas
E. Greneker, being ip ill health). Af
ter seven years or more, December
10, 1894, the partnership of Aull and
Houseal, being dissolved. I devoted
my whole time on The Lutheran Vis
itor until its removal to Columbia
January 1, 1904 and formed a com
pany for its continued publication in
the Capital City, in connection with
the Rev. W. H. Greever, D. D., and
the late Rev. C. A. Freed, D. D.
During all the years from 1818 to
1904 I never relinquished my connec
tion with The Lutheran Vi star,
serving as printer, publisher and edi
tor in various capacities and manag
ing editor from 1904 to Apr' 21,
1920 With Dr. J. W. Horme as the
editor-in-chief from 1912 to 1920,
when The Lutheran Church Voter
the word, “Church” having bein in-
,i-rporatid in its title upon its coi;-
s lidation with Our Ohu ch Paper of
N w Market, Va., Septe.uocr !, 1904).
‘Thus during 39 ye .is ivnr.ee ted
wit! The Lutheran V'.j.tvf it re
volved upon me to write the neces.
editorials in emei£ »r.. .c.-. which
\>as done to the best iC my ability.
incog ' tion of these services, New-
l*rry college conferee 1 upon me in
June, 1910, the honorary degree of
r raster of arts (the onl,/ other similar
а. stinction having been given to
J hn A. Chapman of Newberry, his
trade being a ginwright, likewise
lool:seller and poet a.i i historii.n of
South Carolina.)
“No clerical position being open ie
me as a layman (in the general
work of the newly organized synod
the United Lutheran Church in
America) upon the consolidation cf
four other Lutheran ohurcli papers
with The Lutheran of Philadelphia,
in May, 1920, I was offered the posi
tion as proofreader in the job print
ing department of The State com
pany.
“I was already holding a similar
position as relief man three nights a
week in the news proofroom. So in
1922, my work having ceased in the
printing department. I was given
full time in the news proofroom, fill
ing that position until my 80th year,
July 30, 1937.
“During the years 1907 (when I
brought my family to Columbia) un
til April 21, 1920, I ‘held down’ two
jobs—first in day-time as proofreader
of the Bryan company, in connection
with daily duties as managing editor
of The Lutheran Church Visitor (the
printing of the paper being done by
the R. L. Bryan company), this posi
tion having been relinquished June
б, 1910, upon the printing office to
be established by The Lutheran
board ,of Publication, and Tuesday,
June 10, 1910, I was offered the posi
tion of proofreader of The State,
which I held right along with my
day work in connection with our
Lutheran publication house and its
printing department.
“In connection with my special
work as newspaper man, I was the
secretary of the first Layman’s Mis
sionary convention of the Lutheran
Church of the South, which was field
in Columbia, in December, 1908, and
chairman of Interdenominational
Laymen’s Missionary convention of
South Carolina as held m Columbia,
February, 1909, with Gen. Washing
ton A. Clark, as chairman. Likewise
publicity man of a similar conven
tion held in Columbia in April, 1916,
with Dr. William Spenser Currell as
chairman.
“June, 1934, Newberry college con
ferred upon me the honorary degree
of doctor of literature (LRt. D.) as
(Continued on page four)
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*****
Tom Haveril’s dead, with a bullet
through his gullet, and the Judge
is as good as hanging from a tree for
murder done a dozen years ago. If
you boys want to stick with those
two, go for your guns!”
‘Wh-what’s that?” a man called
back.
“I’ll prove what I’m saying,” re
turned Barry swiftly. “One of you
can come up here and look at some
papers I’ve got in my pocket. They’ll
show you how the Judge is out on
a limb that’s already broken off.”
(TO BE CONCLUDED)
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