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t FRIDAT, JANUARY 14. 1M1 THE NEWBERRY SUN PAGE THREE Into The Sunset By JACKSON GREGORY FINAL INSTALLMENT SynopjiM Barry Haverfl goes htmtini? far a cousin of his, Jesse Conroy, known as the Laredo Kid. who murdered his brother, Robert. Barry is befriended he Judee Blue and his daughter Lucy. The JuAjfe turns out to be a friend of Laredo’s ard a bad actor. Barry es capes, however, and meets an old man named Timberline, who is also g-um- ning for Laredo. 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, hi disguise. Barry becomes convinced of this later and they have a gun battle, both get ting hurt. Recovered, Barry discovers Tom Haveril has married Lucy, whom he loves. Barry kidnaps Lucy, and proves to her that she is not Judge Blue’s daughter, but a wealthy heir ess, whose parents were slain when she was a small child. Judge Blue and Tom Haveril, who Barry has discover ed is not the Laredo Kid, come after him with a posse. Taking Barry by surprise, Tom Haveril is about t<5 shoot when Molly, a half-breed girl who loved Robert, Barry’s brother, fires. Tom Haveril dies. In his pock ets they find faded letters making Judge Blue the murderer of Lucy’s parents. However, the posse is still gunning for Barry. Stealthily return ing to their gold mine, Barry and Timberline get the drop on the mem who are after them, and Barry tells them the truth about Judge Blue. “Papers?” said the men among themselves. Someone called out, “You go see, Bendigo; you can read like a lawyer." Bemdigo read and Barry explained. Bendigo scratched his head and said, “It looks like to me—” Barry called out the full explana tion to the men down below. He end ed by saying: “You fellows that worked for Tom Haveril, you know I’m telling you the truth. Sarboe has told us what he knows, and it’s plenty! You’re all ripe for hanging to the first tree. The Laredo Kid is still riding free, sticking close to the Judge because either one of ’em can hang the other, and they’re afraid to separate! Want to stick along with them? Then fill your handls! Come •-shooting, or get out of here!” “That’s teaching ’em their ABC’s. I reckon,” said Ben Haveril. Just then two men came roaring into camp, headed from diown-canon, lashing their paded', sweat-lathered horses. They were the sheriff, Ed Brawley, his face sidk-white, his dhoulder red, blood dripping from his fingertips, and the old 1 man, Cliff Ben- digeg. He collapsed and slid to the ground. Barry went to where Brawley lay. The Sheriff muttered weakly: “It was the Kid. I didn’t know who he was! The Judge says, ‘Meet a friend of mine, Jesse Conroy, a cowboy working for me.’ If I’d only knowed! He shot fas’, after Timber dome his talkin’; shot an’ rode away on his spurs, laughin’ his head off!” “And Timberline?” asked Barry anxiously. “Shot him, -too," muttered Braw- ley. “But why—” Brawley said, still more faintly: “Reckon he was sorry he spilled the beans. You see, he let out where your women folk was. Ard he knowed that them two, the Kid any how, was headed straight to get his hands on them females." “Good God!” gasped Barry. Then he ran for a horse. NEW- a EOAL HEATER WARM MORNING HEATER*C*«etTw« It’s a n*w, diHaiant, battel kind of heater. Fill the mag azine in the morning ... then enfoy an abundance of dean, even, luxurioua heat all day and all night.. .without refuel ing. Hold* lOO Ibe. of coal. Semi-automatia— magazine Tha WARM MORNING aavea ypu fual and monay. It aavea you work... requires leas at tention than most faumaose. Come in and »ae H today! FARMERS OIL MILL Phone 155 It m a never-to-be-forgotten enrly dusk that Judge Blue and the Laredo Kid rode into the yard of the odd- Bern Haveril borne. Barry’s mother and the two Lucys ran to the door, all eagerness. Al ready the Laredo Kid was standing on the porch, his hard brown hands on his narrow hips. The Judge called over the Kid’s shoulder with an affectation of heartiness: “Hello, Lucy my darling. Howdy Mrs. Haveril. Howdy, Miss Lucy.” As the three women flinched back the Laredo Kid laughed. “Make a move that ain’t hospit able-like,” grinned the Kid, “an' I’ll slap yore scared faces off’n yuh.” Barry’s mother stood in the door way; at a commanding glance from her the two girls retreated into the house and stood looking fearfully over her shoulders. She said in that low quiet voice of hers: “What do you want here?” “A-plenty," said the Kid. “I’m gittin’ out’n here an’ I’m goin’ fas', but I aint gain’ alone,” he said. His eyes pounced upon Lucy Hamil ton’s. “Yuh’re cornin’ with me.” There was murder in his eyes then and she saw -it, stark and brutal and merciless, and utter terror gripped her. He said again to the terrified girl, “Yuh cornin’ with me." “No!” she cried. “I—” That quiet little woman, Barry’s mother, became like a she-wolf pro tecting her cubs. Incredibly swift, she leaped for the old rifle standing against the wall, dead Robert’s gun where she had placed it when think ing that Bany might want it. The Kid’s gun came up out of its holster in a gesture too quick for the eye to follow. He touched the trigger gently; that devil's grin still on his face; there was the roar of explosion, the flash of orange fire, and the rifle clattered to the floor. He had very adroitly shot the wo man through the right forearm. The Judge burst out explosively, though he made no gesture toward his own gun: “Look here, Laredo! This sort of thing—" Laredo whirled and all without warning fired a second shot, and the Judge clutched his abdomen. The Judge’s gun was still in its holster: he had no strength to drag it forth. He -had lurched toward Barry’s sister. Instinctively she made a swift movement toward it. Why Laredo did not shoot her is not to be known. Perhaps he had a thought to saving the ammunition; perhaps the easiest thing was what he did. As she stooped he struck her brutally with the barrel of the gun in his hand, amd little blue-eyed Lucy dropped! mercifully unconscious across the Judge’s legs. “Cornin’ along peaceful-like now?” asked the Kid of the other Lucy, standing and grinning at her, spin ning his gun about upon a forefinger • through its trigger guard. “Say yes in a hurry, an’ I won’t hurt no more o’ yore frien’s. Hang b•>ck like a balky mule an’ I’ll pop another bullet thru ol’ lady Haveril.” Lucy tried to answer and could not speak. His lips twitched as he watched her. “Yith’re my ace in the hole, that’s what." he said. “Yuh’re goin-* to be worth money to me. Now, are yuh cornin’?” He flipned his gun over and drew a fine bead om a -spot be tween Mrs. Haverils eyes. Lucy’s voice came to her then in a thin, scream. With the Judge dying on the- floor, with Barrv’s sister lying unconscious, a smear of blood spread ing on her face, with Mrs. Haveril looking like a dead woman standing erect, she knew th-mt the Kid would welcome another killing, iust to show off before her and to convince her that he was a man of his word, and not squeamish about things. ‘Yes, yes! I’m coming!” she gasped. “Oh, God help me—" “No!" said Mrs. Hiaveiri-l. “No, dear. I’d rather have him kill me.” Laredo caught the girl by the arm amd ierked her to him. “We’re in a hurry from now on. We’ve wasted enough time.” She clung to the horn of the sad dle and turned for a last look back. Mrs. Haveril, one arm dangling, had run outside and had retrieved the rifle which Laredo had thrown Into the yard. Laredo, too, turned and looked back. “She’s askin’ for it," he grunted and jerked out his newly bolstered gen. “Don't!” screamed Lucy, and tried to come abreast of him to strike his arm down. "For God’s sake—” He only laughed at her as he fired; this time he shot to kill. There was the crack a* the rifle; Lucy heard the angry hiss not a yard from her own head; she heard the explosion of the gun in Laredo’s hand and saw Mrs. Haveril fall. Those last shots were heard from afar, dully muffled sounds, by Barry Haveril riding -hard to come up with Laredo. He began shouting as he code into the yard. Ice went to hi# heart at the ominous hush which was his anly answer. Ha ran into the house, still calling, only to grow momentarily rigid, filled with horror. The Judge was dead. His sister Lucy he thought dead, too; she lay on the floor uncon scious, her face covered with blood. Ha dashed through the house seeking. Where was his mother? Where was Lucy Hamilton? The first moving thing he saw was his mother, weakly tring to rise from where she lay out in the yard. “I’m all right, Baron,” she whis pered. Then he saw her broken bloody arm and saw too that she had been shot through the shoulder. As he drew her into his arms he heard her, still whispering, say as steadily as she could: “He-he’s tak en your Lucy away with him, Baron.” “Laredo? Where? Where, Mother?” She tried to point but could only nod feebly to indicate the direction. “Only a minute ago. Go, Baron. Kill him, Baron. He—he is not a man—just a murder machine. God wants you to kill him, I think, my son—■to put him out of his misery—” Barry put her down gently where she was. “I’ll be right back, Mama,” he said softly, “with Lucy. Just a min ute, Mama.” His horse was fresher than the two with which Laredo was trying to escape, and Barry overhauled them before they had gone a mile. Laredo heard and saw who , followed ; cat- quick he was down out the saddle, dragging Lucy along with him. As his cousin Tom Haveril had done in like circumstance, so now, did the Laredo Kid do, holding the half fainting Lucy before him with one arm, has other hand on his gun. “I see yuh’re bringin’ me back my oT red gun, Counsin Barry,” he mock ed, but Lucy saw that for all his jeer ing there was a look of fear on his face. Barry came forward, walking slowly, the old red gun in his hand. Laredo shouted. “That’s close enough, Sandown! One more step an’—” “I’m going to kill you, Laredp,” said Barry and came on. Laredo yelled back at him, “Yuh fool, yuh’ll kill her!” “Barry!” screamed Lucy. “Barry, save me! I don’t care if I am killed! I’d rather be dead—” It wanted something next door to a miracle to speed that bullet by the girl without 'harming her and to bury it in Laredo’s lean’ body. The miracle was not forthcoming. Barry’s bullet hit Lucy. But it hit Laredo too. It struck her in -the tip of the shoulder and went clean through and drilled through Laredo’s shoulder an inch or so lower than Lucy’s. Laredo lifted himself a fraction of a second first, but his arm was heavy and as be threw his gun forward Barry was already firing again. A long red furrow sprang into his face as he fell backward. Yet, dropping back, he loosed another bullet with that almost uncanny certainty of his. Barry twice hard hit, lay for a moment unable to stir, his brain swimming dizzily, his hand going lax on his gun. , He shook his head; his teeth set hard; with a supreme effort he sat up. He saw Laredo sitting up awk wardly as himself. The gun in Barry’s weakening fingers was heavy, and his hand, grown numb and weak, was about to fail him altogether. Only with the greatest difficulty, exerting his will to the uttermost, did he lift his gun. He heard Laredo speak as across some tremendous, storm-filled dis tance. “I’m done for,” was what he was saying, “but I’m takin’ Lucy with me." As the Kid spoke, he managed to shove the muzzle of his gun against her -head. Barry fired without con scious aim. The bullet broke Lare do’s gun arm before he could pull the trigger. Barry got to his feet, took two or three uncertain steps toward Lucy and pitched forward on his face. When he regained consciousness he was in bed and there were many an xious faces turned toward him, as father's Lute’s, Ken March’s—yes, and here was his sister Lucy, alive, and there on- another cot lay his mother, white but serene. And his own Lucy, too— And Lucy, snuggling closer, un derstood and nodded. THE END Auditor’s Tax Notice Returns of personal property, new buildlings, transfer of real estate, poll and road tax, are to be made at the County Auditor’s Office beginning: January 1, 1941 Through February 28, 1941 All able-boddod male citizens be tween the ages of twenty-one and sixty are liable to $1 poll tax; all per sons between the ages of twenty-one and fifty outside of incorporated towns are liable to pay commutation tax of $1. All dogs are to be assess ed at $1 each. All returns are to be made by School Districts. Your failure to make returns calls for penalty as prescribed by law. Pinckney N. Abrams, Auditor Newberry County H-D COLUMN By MISS ETHEL L. COUNTS “Just harvaetad,” says Mr. Dick son, of the U. S. Department of Ag riculture, “is the largest peanut crop on record, a crop ao big that it tops all previous records with tons of pea nuts to spare.” Tfce.ie’s hardly a person in the Unit ed States to whom this news isn't pertinent. For salted peanuts and peanut candies have become favorites everywhere—from the circus grounds to the bridge tables. And now peanuts also have found their way into the kitchen—in many kinds of cooked dishes and baked products. Peanut butter, one of the best known sandwich spreads, is a rather new product. At least, grandmother never carried a peanut butter sand wich to school for lunch as children do today. A good share of the peanut crop each year is made into peanut butter by commercial concerns. But, accord ing to the Bureau of Home Economics of the U. S. Department of Agricul ture, it is easy enough to make pea nut butter at home with an ordinary meat grinder equipped with a very fine blade. The peanuts must be roasted first, either purchased that way or roasted in th# oven at home. Use peanuts with the shells anc skins removed, and grind the nuts two or three times so that the butter is fine and granular, but not pasty. Mix a little salt with the peanut butter, and add a little melted butter if it seems too dry. Pack into a dish or jar than can be covered tightly and’ keep in a cool place. The peanut butter sandwich filling is at its best when combined with something crisp, something sweet, or something sour. Chopped carrot or chopped onion give a crisp texture to the sandwich. Chopped dried fruits such as raisins, dates, or prunes blend well with peanut butter. So do jelly, jam, and honey. Catsup, chili sauce, salad dressing, or chapped pickles add a zestful tart note. But peanut butter is not confied to sandwiches. It makes a soup that is different and delicious. Simply blend peanut butter with the juice from canned or cooked tomatoes, and add a little flour. Then add the hot cook- ed tomatoes, and season with salt and pepper. The idea of combining peanuts or other vegetables can also be carried over to scalloped dishes, loaves, or croquettes. To make scalloped onions and peanuts, slice cooked onions into a baking diah and cover each layer with chopped peanuts and a sauce made of fat, flour, milk, and salt. Top with a layer of buttered crumbs and bake in a moderate oven for about 20 minutes until the crumbs are golden brown. The flavor of onions and pea nuts combines into something quite different from either one alone. Peanuts and carrots baked together in a loaf are another good combina tion to use as a main dish. So are chopped peanuts and bean pulp made into croquettes with a thick tomato sauce, and' fried in deep fat. Adding tomatoes to these mixtures or serv ing with tomato sauce gives a sug gestion of appetizing acid flavor. To those who are surprised at the idea of using peanuts as a main dish, nutritionists explain that the food values found in peanuts give them the right to headline any meal. Like nuts peanuts are rich in fat; and they are rich in protein, as are legumes. They are also a good ’Source of ’phos phorus and vitamin Bl. But aside from the food values, peanuts still have decided appeal on the basis of flavor. They are espe cially good when baked in cookies, cakes, biscuits, or rolls. Some recipes, for example, use less fat in biscuits that have peanut butter added, and make peanut butter drop cookies w ith peanut butter as the only source of fat. Given below is one good recipe for biscuits flavored with peanut butter, worked out in the experimental kitch ens of the Bureau of Home Economics. Peanut Butter Biscuits 2 cups sifted flour 3-4 teaspoon salt 4 teaspoons baking powder 4 tablespoons peanut butter 2 tablespoons fat Milk Sift the dry ingredients, and rub the peanut butter and fat into the flour with the tips of the fingers. Make a well in this dry mixture, and, stirring from the center, slowly add enough milk to make a soft dough Knead slightly, pat to about one-half inch thickness on a lightly floured board, and cut in rounds. Bake in a hot oven (400 degrees F.) for about 15 minutes, or until lightly browned. BY AO CARTER 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* achf. 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 800. Cotton Is Nation’s Most Serious Farm Problem Washington, Jian. 14.—Cotton is looked upon by mgricultunal adjust ment adtainistraition officials as the nation’s most serious farm problem. Sixty per cent of Southern farm families are dependent upon cotton for their primary source of income. But in recent years unfavorable dev elopments in foreign trade and more recently the war have cut exports of tine crop. Foreign sales this season may be the smallest since 1868. To bacco has been similarly affected. This situation is reflected in the farmer’s income. Officials say the net cash income of owner-operators of farms producing cotton without wage hands or tenants averages less than #200 a year, except in high-producing areas of the western cotton belt, where it averages between $500 and $600. These officials are convinced the South must ’produce less cotton. Nev er again, they say, are the 40,000,000- acre crops of the twenties and early thirties likely to be needed; the 25,000,000-acre crops produced vmder federal cron control programs must be reduced further; less tobacco is ex pected to be needed' for many years. Important readjustments in the agriculture of the south would have been necessary under peacetime con ditions.” An AAA report says, “but the 'war curtailment of export outlets for cotton and tobacco has further accentuated the problem.” The problem would be simplified, officials say, if a sufficient number of defense industries were located m the south to furnish non-farm employ ment to workers no longer needed in cotton production. Such relief would be temporary, they explained, unleas the new industries either could con tinue to operate after the emergency or could be converted to operation of a permanent nature. Without such employment oppor tunities, other ways must be found, they say, to provide income from the •oil. Farm officials are recommending that the south produce more food and feed crops, for use on the farms. Too long, they say, have cotton and to bacco fai.-ners followed the practice of buying food they could easily pro duce themselves. With income from cotton and tobacco being reduced, many families live on diets not condu cive to health. Officials believe the south should in crease its acreage of food and live stock feed crops at least 30 per cent. This acreage would be used to produce milk, butter, meats, eggs, poultry, fruits and truck crops for farm use. They believe that the six southeast ern cotton states need half a million head more of dairy cattle, 50 per cent more poultry and a million head of beef cattle. The AAA suggestions for the :outh, particularly the areas of small cotton farms and low productivity, would place greater emphasis on self-sufficiency in living and operating with maximum production of food and fuel, manufacture of clothing and furnishings, maximum production of soil fertility and the growing of live* stock replacements. Areas which officials believe could profitably reduce cotton operations in clude the Mississippi delta, and black pirairies and coastal sections of ©ast ern Texas, and the coastal plains of Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia and the Carolinas. They believe these areas could profitably increase production of small grains, peanuts for livestock feed, truck crops, beef cattle, hogs, sheep and dairy products. What’s This Legislature Going To Do? SUBSCRIBE TO “South Carolina** Progressive Newspaper** And FIND OUT Published every morning, daily and Sunday, at your State Capital, you owe it to yourself and family to keep abreast of the times. 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