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INTO THE
SUNSET
BY JACKSON GREGORY
The Haverils, a widely scattered It if hadn’t been so far he would
clan across hundreds of southwestern have drawn to go down and find out
wilderness miles, were reputed a folk’ about things,
ft was just as well not to antagonize.
There were the Texas Haverils, big
lean men with blue-black beards and
challenging eyes. There were the
Panhandle Haverils still farther west
ward, Then, still farther west were
the New Mexico Haverils, the Sun
down Haverils as they came to be
known.
Of the Sundown Haverils there was
one called Barry who in many ways
could have been looked on as the em
bodiment of the outstanding qualities
•of the whole family.
His father, Ben Haveril, was still
a young man, lusty and rugged and
violent, generous and kindly enough
with his small flock at most times,
little short of a devil when in drink.
His mother, Lucinda, was one of the
Oakwoods of Virginia who still clung
tenaciously to their own family tradi
tions and pride.
It was she who had given her
youngest his name, which wasn’t Bar
ry at all but Baron. She said proudly
that there had been a Baron Oakwood
long ago, which meant nothing to lit-
■ tie Barry himself.
In his latter ’teens Barry left home.
He didn’t know why he went away.
Also it was swiftly get
ting dark; it would be a moonless
night and whatever was happening
down there would be over in a few
minutes or would have to await sun
up.
But before sunup he was on his way
to investigate. The dawn was bright
ening and he had traveled half the
distance when a voice called to him
from a brush thicket:
“Drop yore gun! Drop it quick or
I’ll kill yuh!”
The speaker was no t ten steps
away. Barry let his rifle slide out of
his hands and felt a queer prickling
chill along his blood as he jerked his
head about to stare. At first he could
see. nothing but gray buck brush and
gray rocks. Then he saw the muzzle
of a rifle barrel resting on a flat-top
ped boulder.
“Step over this way,” said the voice
“Step, Kid, or I’ll shoot yuh daid.”
Barry obeyed.
That was how he first, met up with
Jesse Conroy. This Conroy, one the
day Barry first saw him, was about
twenty-three years old and, coiled as
he was behind the rock, with his
bright black eyes glittering and an
HH . ____ .. _ ___ ___ ___ugly twist to his white-lipped mouth,
He didn’t think about it. It was the' he made Barry think of a rattlesnake,
forests pulling him.
During the six or eight weeks be
fore he had any thought of turning
back homeward he made many long
-exploratory trips toward both north
and west through the mountains. On
ly twice in that time did he see human
beings.
One day, toward sundown, he sat
on a rock in front of his cabin look
ing down into the long sinuous valley
below, a sight lie seldom tired brood-
-ing over. He had named it for him-
-gelf Sun Creek Valley.
He heard rifle shots muffled with
•distance in an intervening neck of the
woods. He had never heard so many
shots so close together and wondered
how many men there were and what
they could be shooting at. He got his
answer almost instantly. There were
several Then shooting at a single rider
who had fled on ahead into the lower
end of Barry’s Sun Creek Valley.
He saw the flash of reddish-yellow
fire when the fugitive, fleeing no long
er, fired at his pursuers whom Barry
could not see.
> A SHI
Fl
he
at
of
he seemed just that full of the menace
of sudden death. He was a flashing-
ly handsome young devil and none the
less devilish for an almost girlishly
fine-featured face. There was enough
light for Barry to make out that
was pretty badly hurt.
Conroy was suspicious of him
first, afraid that he might be one
the crowd that had -killed his ho’rse
under him and shot him down last
night. Once that he learned otherwise
his manner changed.
“I’m hurt right bad,” he said, “but
I’ll make it yet. Especially if I can
have help. Those fellers that rode me
down, they’ll be cornin’ back after a
while. But they won’t hurry;
knocked over anyhow two an' mebbe
three, an’ I’d of got ’em all if one o’
their bullets hadn't of glanced off’n a
rock and drilled me.”
“Why’d they want to drill you?”
asked Barry.
“They’re bandits, that’s what,” said
Conroy. “Killers. Now yuh got to
help me clean out afore they come
sneakin’ back.”
I
FAMED U.S. POET-HUMORIST WAS BORN IN CANADA
Almost the last wish of Walt Mas
on (LOWER LEET), famed U.S.
poet-humorist, was to return to the
old home in Ontario where he was
born. His father’s house (UPPER)
still stands near the place where the
village of Empire Mills once flourish
ed near the present village of Colum
bus. Recently the poet wrote from
California to the postmistress of the
hamlet for information about his boy
hood friends. One to whom he start
ed to correspond was Sampson Rob
erts (LOWER RIGHT), now 81. The
poet, who died recently, had sent him
several of his works shortly after they
were written. (UPPER LEFT) tlm
cairn which today marks -the little
village church Walt Mason attended
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nodded Conroy. "Then
me some help. I c’n hard-
“I’ll go
Barry.
“Shore,"
come give
ly walk, but if I had both Jaigs shot
off I’d somehow make it,"
After they had done what they
could do for Conroy’s two wounds,
one through his left arm, one through
Ijis left shoulder, he crawled into Bar
ry’s bunk and lay quiet.
When Conroy got out of bed to
move restlessly about fie began ask
ing questions. He wanted to know
how it was that Barry lived here all
alone, where he had come from—and
why.
Why had he come? Well, he’didn’t,
rightly know. ’ He’d just left one place
and gone another. Conroy watched
him narrowly, plainly believing that
he was being told a meagre part of
the truth. Then he asked, still eyeing
Barry with bright suspicion as if
watching for sign of another lie, what
his name-was.
“Barry. Me, I’m Barry Haveril.”
Conroy started laughing.
“Say, that’s funny,"-he said,• “I’m
a Haveril, too, one of the Texas Hav-
erils; but my name’s Jesse, Conroy.
Ever heard that name, Barry?”
“No,” said Barry. “I never. But if
you’re a Haveril how’s your name
Conroy?”
"Shucks,” said Jesse. “It’s my ol’
lady that’s the Haveril, an’ she mar
ried a man name of ConYoy—
Barry pondered. “I’d reckon that
makes you anyhow a half Haveril,”
he’said.
Thereafter they called each other
Cousin Jesse and Cousin Barry, until
Jesse took to calling Barry just plain
Sundown.
“I’d like to hear about the bandits
that chased you up here, Cousin
Jesse,” said Barry one day.
“I ain’t finished with them hombres,
Sundown,” said Jesse angrily. “Shore,
I’ll tell you about them.”
He told his tale forcefully and
clearly, and Barry Haveril believed
every word of it, There were six of
them, said Jesse. Tliey-> were Bud
Waiters, a cowboy; Bill and Toni
Bedloe, ranchers near Tylersville;
Sam Johnson, teamstei- and deputy
sheriff and all round crook; Jeff Cody,
the gambler; and Dan Hardy. Most
folk's didn’t suspect them for what
they were, they were that crafty. But
Jesse Conroy knew! Hadn't he seen
as & boy, He left for a future of lame: died and his father was killed in
and fortune not long after his mother | accident,An
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them when they held up the Cold
Springs stage; they’d killed the driv
er and guard and got away with the
strong box. Then they had seen Jesse
Conroy, who just happened to be cut
ting into the stage road from a side
trail, and they knew it was all up with
them unless they rubbed him out.
“I’ll get ’em some day, Cousin Bar
ry,” Jesse went on. “Yuli see if I
don’t. But for a while I better go
slow.”
Presently a thin smile touched his
lips as he said idly: “What do yuh
think o’ this here six-gun o’ mine,
Sundown?”
“I never saw one like that,” breath
ed Barry almost reverentially.
“Try a shot with it,” offered Jesse.
“I’ll show yuh.”
Barry tingled; he held the weapon
lovingly; he lowered it and raised it'
just as Conroy had been doing.
“l'*|l show yuh,” said Conroy again-
Barry sat humbly listening as
Jesse, leaning against the cabin wall,
explained and demonstrated. Instantly
he realized that his cousin was as
deadly with the Colt as he himself
was with his rifle.
Jesse said, “Here’s some ca’tridges,”
and poured them into Barry’s eager
palm. And then he said laughing:
“Yuh c’n have it, Sundown. I’m givin'
it to yuh,”
Barry just stood there, shells in one
hand, giin in the other, and gawked at
him. He knew that- he had heard the
words correctly; it must be that they
meant something else,
Jesse laughed again, his handsome
dark eyes flashing.
“Shore,” he said. “Pm givin’ yuh
my gun, Cousin Barry. It’s yore’n
right this minute.”
Barry looked at him with shining
eyes. But that look was only a fleet
ing one since in a flash his eyes re
turned to the red-butted revolver and
lingered there like a lover’s gaze.
Then his feet began shuffling in the
dead pine needles. He couldn’t think
of anything to say.
As the days passed, young Conroy
grew steady on his legs again and his
wounds healed and the healthy tan
came back into his face. Barry could
see the restlessness surge up higher
and higher in him every day.
One morning in a still dim bluish
dawn Jesse Conroy slung his buck
skin bag to his belt, shouldered his
carbine and left.
“So long, Cousin Barry,”, he said.
“So long, Cousin Jesse,” said Barry.
Barry watched him out of sight, on
ly vaguely wondering where he was
going., Then he returned to his cabin
and sat on the step and unholstered
his treasure. r
He began thinking of his folk, es
pecially of his sister, little Lucy. He
wondered too about Zachary Blount;
had the teacher - lawyer now in long- •
tailed coat and high hat - carried her
off?
He rolled his pack, closed his door,
shouldered his rifle, and with the
comfortable feel of a heavy long bar
rel bumping at his hip, turned back
toward his father's place. He came
within sight of the clearing and-the
rock-and-log cabin toward the end of
the second day; the sun was below
the tops, of the pines so that already
it was twilight all about the house,
and he heard the call and saw the
flickering wing-dip of a first night
hawk. Otherwise all was very still.
He experienced a queer, disturbing
feeling, a swift consciousness of des
ertion. The track down to the lower
meadow and the narrow crooked path
to the spring house were weed-grown.
Then he found his mother’s letter..
Over the fire-place, a wan square in
the dimness, was a sheet of paper on
a nail. Barry took it down and read'
it sitting on the Stoop.
The first words were, “To Robert
or Baron, -whichever comes home
first.” Robert was Barry’s brother,
the oldest of three sons. The rest of
a hastily written letter answered all
Barry's questions for him. First of all
Lucy had married Zachary Blount
and the two were living in Tylersville;
Zachary was practicing law and was
associated with a great mail, Judge
Parker Blue. Through Zachary, Judge
Blue had sent an offer to Barry’s fa
ther to go into the cat(le business
with him; on shares it was. $0 all
the family were moving down into
the cow country, onto one of the
Judge’s several spreads. There was a
postscript: “Whichever of you boys
reads this first, let him leave it here
for the other,”
Well, his mother and father and his
brother Lute were on a cattle ranch
now. And 'Robert was somewhere or
other.
In the morning he decided to go
out of his way a bit in making his re
turn journey. That was because it
dawned on Barry that he alone of his
family might guess what Robert was
up to.
“Anyhow I’ll go past Tex Humph
rey’s place,” Barry decided.
•Barry happened to know that Rob
ert was crazy about one of the Hum
phrey girls.
So now, turning his back on the old
log home, he headed toward the
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Humphreys’ horse ranch. He meant
just to drop in and say “Howdy,” and
ask casually, “Seen any o’ my folks
lately, Tex?” But there was to be no
such casual talk' that day.
At the foot of Black (Mountain in
a peaceful and quiet little whispering
glen shut in by quivering aspens, he
came suddenly, all without warning,
upon the stark horror of a thing that
only a short time before, surely not
more than a day before, had been
Robert Haveril.
(Continued Next Week)
LOWER SCHOOL EX
AMINATION RESULTS
The following students have secur
ed promotion . at Wingham High
School. Subjects in brackets indicate
failures, Students may write supple
mental examinations in the subjects
bracketed in September or repeat them
next year.
Promoted from Grade IX to X:
Class 1, 75% and over — Berna
Yule; Helen Thomson; Jack Mow
bray; James Coulter.
Class 2, 66 to 74% Grace Kings
ton; George Thomson; Shirley Cham-
ney; Jean McKague; Olive Casemore;
Louise ‘Uoultes; Ellen Bailey.
Class 3, 60 to 65% —Joseph Fal
coner; Isabel Scott; Eileen Dark;
Norman Higgins; George Lloyd;
Mary Tervit; Delbert Ewing (French,
Pass 50 to 59% — Jack Hopper;
Norman Fry; Alan Williams (Fr.);
Eric Scliatte (Fr.); Irene Taylor (His
tory); Grace Hutcheson (Math., Sci
ence); Spence McKinnon (History,
Geog.); Edna Jenkins; Eva Lediett
(Math.); Isabel Miller; Edythe Camp
bell (Geog.); Elva Welsh (Geog,
Fr.); Dorothy Boyle (Hist., Science);
Jack Carter (Math., Fr.); John Hain-
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The following have successfully
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Frances.Robinson, Evelyn Scott, Nor
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The following students have secur
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Underwood.
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tha Casmeore (Fr.); Clarence Hamil
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(Math., Latin); Ariel Johnston (Lat
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WESTFIELD
Miss Florence Dexter, of Leaming
ton, visited with her cousin; Miss Mae
Mason.
Mrs. John Vincent has returned
home from London Hospital greatly
improved in health.
Mr, and Mrs. Lome Badley have
moved to the farm of Mr. Jame^ Mar
shal.
Mr. Glenn McGill, of Hamilton, vis
ited with his parents, (Mr. and Mrs.
James McGill.
Mr.. Alex. Nethery, of Sarnia, visit
ed with his brother, Mr. Chris. Neth
ery and his sister, Mrs. James McGill.
Congratulations are extended to
Miss Mary Ellis on receiving the se
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paign.
Rev, H, C. Wilson took as his text
on Sunday, Job 4: 16. There was sil
ence and I heard a voice. The altar
was decorated with flowers.
Missionary programme was observ
ed in Westfield United Sunday School
on Sunday, The programme prepared
by the committee with Mrs. Marvin
McDowell as Convenor was as fol
lows: Scripture lesson was read by
Mae Mason and (Marjorie- McVittie;
solo, Edith Cook; missionary talk, by
Mae Wightman, reading, Dorothy
Govier.
The United Church, Westfield, will
hold their 50th anniversary Jubilee
on Sunday, July 2nd at 11 a.m. and
7.30 p.m. Rev. P. S. Banes of Buxton
will be the speaker in the morning and
Rev. Millyard, of London, will be the
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Thursday, June 29th, 1939
speaker in the evening.,
TURNBERRY COUNCIL
The minutes of Council meeting:.'
held in Bluevale, June 19, 1939.
Members were all present.
Moved by Moffat and Porter that
the minutes of last meeting and Court
of Revision on Assessment Roll of"
1938 be adopted as read. Carried.
The following letters were reveived.
and read: Can, Red Cross Soc„ Tor
onto; Dept, of Public Welfare, Tor
onto; Twp. of Howick, Fordwich; Bell
Telephone Co., Wingham; Smith’s*
Dairy, Wingham. (
The following tenders were receiv
ed from W. S. Higgins, Wroxeter;
Raymond Henning, Wingham.
Moved by Wilton and Porter that
the tender of Raymond Henning of
$55.00 be accepted for the scraping:
and painting of Bolt’s bridge. Work
to be completed on or before Oct. 1,.
1939. Carried.
Moved by Wilton and Breckenridge
that Wm. Latronica be School At
tendance Officer for balance of year
1939. Curried.
The following accounts were paidz
Roads $19.70, Relief $23.30, Sundries-
$48.15.
Moved by Wilton and Moffat that:
we adjourn to meet at Bluevale ore
Monday, July 24th, 1939, at 1 p.m.
Carried.
W. R. Cruikshank,R. Grain,
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