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The Wingham Advance-Times, 1939-08-10, Page 6PACK SIX Thursday, August 10th, 193^WINGHAM ADVANCE’TIMES DEEP SEA DIVERS RUSHED TOSUNKEN THETIS .INTO THE BY JACKSON GREGORY WILD CARROT » other free. Why?" (Continued Next Week) A LESSON IN JEWEL DISPLAY SYNOPSIS Barry Haveril leaves his Texas home to see the country, meets a man ■who has just been shot who turns out to be a cousin of his, Jesse Conroy. Barry helps tane care of his wounds and Jesse gives Barry his gun, a very unusual one. When they part Barry leaves for home but finds the family Is no longer there, When he is leav­ ing he suddenly comes across a dead man who turns out to be his brother, Robert. Barry starts searching for the murderer and goes into the mountains io find gold to use for continuing his search. He finds a good spot, gets gold and goes to Tylersville to get money for it. There he meets Judge Blue and his daughter Lucy, who help him to get $450 for his gold. Judge Blue also tells him that the gun Jesse gave him is the gun of a murderer known as the Laredo Kid. The Judge invites Barry up to visit him and there Barry discovers the horse and saddle which was stolen from his bro­ ther Robert when he was killed. He finds out that it belongs to a cowboy who will return that night. He waits outside the stable and finally a rider comes^up who turns out to be Jesse Conroy, He accuses Jesse of killing his brother and of being the Laredo Kid. Judge Blue comes up behind, knocks Barry unconscious and tells Jesse (Laredo) that Barry knows where there is gold and he’s keeping him until he finds out where it is. Barry escapes, however, and as he is Tiding through the mountains a shot . whizzes past his car. The man who fired the shot explains that he thought Barry was the Laredo Kid and that he had pledged himself to killing the Kid. Barry and his new acquaintance, Timberline, become friends. Barry leaves him in his search for Laredo and finally goes to Red Rock where, going through a valley, he sees three men attempting to capture a beautiful girl. Barry rescues her, finds where she lives and then heads for a.nearby cabin in which he formerly lived. There he finds Timberline occupying -the cabin. At the house he meets a man called Tom Haveril whom he ’suspects may be his cousin Jesse. He accuses him of it but proves nothing and is himself accused of being the Laredo Kid. Barry says his sister, in town, whom they all know, will iden­ tify him. They stop in a barroom in town and several of those present start to go to see his sister. Barry, grown watchful, noted that ev­ ery man in the room was looking his way. . The Judge's voice boomed out son­ orously: "Watch him, boys! It’s my bet and it’s Tom Haveril's that he’s the Lar­ edo Kid! Don’t kill him unless you have to—but don’t let him get away!” Barry sprang back, to get the wall behind him, and snapped his gun out of its holster. But as he did so he saw the lamplight glisten on some two score other guns, and every unwaver­ ing barrel was turned upon him. "Go slow, Laredo, if that’s who you are!” called the Judge, resonant and commanding. “Make a wrong move and. you’re dead forty times! Steady does it, and you’ve got a chance.” Barry did not stir. "You boys can get me if you want to," he said steadily, "but I’m betting drinks for the crowd that I’ll get, two of you, and that’s twice as many as y-ou'11 get of me—and those two will be the Judge and the man who says he’s Tom Haveril.” “If you’re the Laredo Kid,” said the Judge sternly, “you won’t last until morning. If you’re Barry Haveril, no one’s going to lift a hand against you. "Barry said drily: “I don’t hanker to peg out tonight. You see, boys, I’ve got a couple of jobs I’d like first to finish. One is to nail a certain hom­ bre’s hide to my barn door—and I “Better go slow, Ken," said Haveril, speaking up for the time. name, Barry didn’t fail to catch the This blond young giant might bq Ken March, the new partner whom old Timber was taking on. “Why should I go slow, Tom?" de­ manded Ken March, “I’ve already said I like the way this lone wolf plays his hand. Then," and a slow, I good-humored grin played across his , heavy features, “there’s something else, You heard him says he’s got his ' pick into a mine? Well, I believe it, and what’s more, maybe he and I are , pardners!” He turned to Barry. “You're the fellow Timberline told me about?" “That’s so," nodded Barry, “You haven’t asked me to chip in,” said March, “and from the look of you’ you’re not given ,to yelling for help. Just the same it seems you’re a stranger here—and I’d be glad to line up alongside the Judge in seeing you get a square deal." Instantly Barry made up his mind. He grinned back at ,March. “Thanks—pardner," was all that he said. Then he recklessly played a high card, win or lose. He suddenly shov­ ed his gun back into its holster, ig­ nored the many guns trained on him and stepped to the bar. From his poc­ ket he jerked the small buckskin bag containing the major part of his gold- a a a light, With scant hope of finding any­ thing, Barry began ransacking the place. He started at the two benches. "Just alike. One's nailed to the wall, the I’m with you, Ken, roared Barry. “She isn’t at the lunch counter right now," said Barry. The Judge looked astonished. “No? That’s funny; she’s always there this time of night; I usually run in, pre­ tending it’s coffee I want when I’m in town. Where is she?" “I don't know," said Barry. Then he let his hand down to his side, close to his gun. For it flashed on him that he was in some sort of trap. | The Judge looked at him a mom- ( hand straight out,” he announced in ent, then downed his drink without a a deep bass voice, “Until we find out word. He moved as though to leave the rights of it, I’m chipping in on his the room, turning his back on Barry, side.” cn gleanings -of two years ago; hehaven’t got any barn yet!—Now keep | inside your shirts! I’ll have the barn | poured the little dully gleaming heap and a few other things when I get 1 “ 1 through with my second job; that’s to develop a gold mine that’s been waiting for me more than two years.” “You’re doing a lot of talking," said the Judge. Barry said, and not even the elegant Tom Haveril was ever more drawling: “Give me a fair trial, with every one of these men in on it, and I'm with you.” A young fellow, big and blond, came shouldering forward. “He’s right and he’s playing his 'J f/1a Pter 1 Lt id ■■ His Highness Emir Shaikh M-oham*, Real, natural Oriental pearls comc'on- ed Bin Isa Al Khalifali,’ brother of ly from Bahrain waters. For more Ring Hamad, of Bahrain, the Isle of than 2,000 years naked natives have Pearls, instructs an American glam- “skin dived” for these prized jewels, our girl, Peggy Coulbourne, of Wash,, spreading their fame throughout the D.C., how to wear the famous pearls world. His highness is vicationmg in Whhoh come from his native island. [ New York, r out on the bar. “There more where that came from, boys," he called out cheerily. “No rea­ son we should all go dry; step up; it’s on me.” Thus he strove to center their in­ terest on his gold, knowing well en­ ough that in anp case a few hours would spread talk of it. But Tom Haveril, still leaning lazily against the bar, was single-purposed. He said: “A while ago you said you had a sister here, Lucy Blount, and that she could settle this." “Why, so she can!” cried Barry. “Bueno," nodded Tom Haveril. He glanced about the room. “Suppose a committee of you boys goes and puts it up to her? I reckon we’ll take her word." Ken March looked at Barry, and Barry nodded. But he had to add: “The only trouble is that I don»’t just | know where she is. She doesn’t seem to be anywhere in town.” Another man spoke up sharply. “I seen her just a little while ago, when it was hardly moren’ dark. She was tidin’ out 0’ town. A couple o’ boys was with her. One of ’em was Dick Longo, that Johnny-come-lately that’s Ibeen riding with Sarboe!" • Sarboe! The name rang bells in «Barry’s brain, and thoughts clicked | away like mad. Tom Haveril had tac­ itly accused Barry of setting those | wolves on Lucy; if Tom Haveril were Laredo, what more likely than that he himself had been at the bottom of the thing? What next? Tom Haveril — Laredo — had heard Barry say that Lucy Blount was the one person here who could identify him! “This fool trial is postponed,” Bar­ ry shouted, “If you want me I won’t be hard to find. If you think you can stop me now, try it! I’m on my way to find Lucy Blount,” For ohce in his life Judge Blue was uncertain. He started to speak, then held his peace. A swift glance passed between him and Tom Haveril; the younger man permitted a shadowy smile to touch his lips, then shrugged, Barry went straight to his horse. “A man gets where he’s going all the faster whew he rides alone," he grunt­ ed to himself, but 'was nonetheless piqued at March’s loss, Barry rode slowly, striking Into the North Road. He came to the first clearly defin- i; ed off-shooting trail, all but passed it in the dark, He had scarcely sat there ponder­ ing five minutes when he heard a fur­ ious pounding of hoofs, and a rider came racing out of Red Rock, “Now, who the devil’s that?” he wondered, The one way to find out was to fol­ low- Barry dipped his spurs and sped after him. He forced his horse at a run up ■ steep hill, came for a moment into clear space among the pines and of sudden saw a light ahead. It was but a dim yellowish glow, and he lost it almost as soon as he saw it, but he knew it for the window of a cabin lighted by a lamp or can­ dle, He saw the man scurry across a t little clearing, heard startled voices, a rapping at the door and voices again, I sharper now. I The answering voice gave Barry Haveril a distinct start. Why, this was not Tom Haveril at all! It was I the booming voice of Ken March say­ ing commaijdingly: “Open up, Longo!” And then, when he was almost at the dpor himself, he heard a roar of rage—'that was Ken March’s thunder­ ous voice for none to mistake!—and after that inarticulate roar there came the crash of pistol shots. Barry hit the ground running and burst into the room, gun in hand. He saw in that one photographic instant a place of feeble light festooned in powder smoke, with Ken March ag­ ainst one wall, firing as fast as he could pull rtigger, with two men he recognized from yesteday on the trail, Longo and Fennel no doubt,, ag­ ainst another wall, pumping hot lead at March—with Sarboe on a bunk, propped up, blazing away at March— with Lucy crouching in a corner. “I’m with you, Ken!” roared Barry, and cut down on both Fennel and Longo. With five men fighting in a room not above fifteen feet square, the thing was of necessity over almost as soon as it started. Barry was the slightest wounded, taking a bullet grazingly along his outer thigh while a second carried his hat off his head. Lucy, shaking pitifully and as white as deaLh, her eyes enormous with horror, stood staring up and swayed a little and at first could not speak. Then she cried chokingly, “Barry!” And then she ran and went down on her knees over Ken March, and put her arms about him, calling desperate- “Oh, Ken! Dear, dear Ken! Look at me, Ken!” “Ken’s going to be all right, Lucy,” he said. .“He’s too good these polecats to kill.” They were still trying Ken March’s wounds, to were the worst, when again a rattle1 of hoofs rang out. They were Red Rock men who had followed Ken March when with sud­ den inspiration he had stormed out of the saloon, calling back1 to them where he was going. At their fore rode Judge Blue and Tom Haveril. “What going on here?" demanded the Judge, peering at Barry through the dark. “What’s happened?” “A good deal has happened. We’ve got Lucy back, but I’m afraid Ken’s pretty bad hurt.” By this time Ken March was propp­ ed up against the wall, and Lucy’s y< ung arms were supporting him. He tried to tell what had happened; Lucy finished the tale for him. She said Pennel and Longo, had tricked her out of town, making her think that Ken March had been shot. Men looked at one another, then at the three who had fought it out with Barry and Ken iMarch. Someone called from just outside, near a corner of the cabin: “Here’s a good tree. We want another rope.” Longon was dead, yet they hanged him up by the neck, just the same. Pennel was dying, fast, too, yet he kicked his life out alongside Dick Longon’s limp, gently swaying body. As for Sarboe, as they dragged him, he fell to screaming with terror, beg­ ging for his life. Barry watched Sarboe’s face, hung 011 his words as men dragged him out to the tree. Sarboe screamed: “Save me! You save me, Tom!” Tom Haveril struck him in the face. But Sarboe screamed the louder and a new note got into his voice, like the snarl of a coyote, and Barry heard his words bubbling out: “I'll talk! I’ll.tell—" Barry leaped forward,- shouting: "Let Sarboe talk! Give him a show to tell what he knows. There’s Some­ body else in this*—” A matt dropped a noose over Saf- bde’s head; it was Tom Haveril's hand that jerked it tight, stopping short Sarboe’s words and his breath along with them. “Looks to me like you were in an almighty hurry to shut Sarboe’s mouth,” said Barry, hotly. Men took their departures, Last to go was Barry Haveril, The cabin was dark; someone had taken the trouble to blow out the a man for to find all see which Wild Carrot is spreading at an al­ arming rate in Ontario and is now considered one of the worst weeds in the province, states John D. [MacLeod, weed expert of the Ont. Dept, of Ag­ riculture. A biennial weed (wild car­ rot) requires two years to produce seed and can easily be distinguished by its stems, flowers and leaves which closely resemble the cultivated carrot, Wild Carrot flowers from July to September, When open, they are in white, flat topped clusters, later clos­ ing up for the winter when they may break off and be carried miles over frozen ground and snow, scattering seeds as they are carried along. Being a biennial, any plan for eradi­ cation should cover a two year per­ iod. Wild carrot does not give any difficulty where thorough cultivation and a short rotation of crops is prac­ tised, but in meadows, which have been down two years or more, in pas­ ture fields, fence lines, waste places and roadsides, it is rapidly becoming one of Ontario’s worst weeds, declar­ es Mr. MacLeod. Pulling, spudding or cutting for two years in succession will not give the plants an. opportunity to mature seed and will lessen the infestation consid­ erably. Sheep will eat Wild Carrot if they are permitted to pasture the in­ fested area before plants become too. far advanced, fields where a been taken off med again the It shoud be kept in mindi that alt the plants in flower are two years, plant? which will die that falU It is of vital’ importance that such plants, should be kept from maturing seed'.. An average- plant may produce thousands- of seeds, each of which bears rows of prickles;; ’ animals, clothing, etc., carried long distances, seed is an impurity in clover seed. Those keeping fields for seed should rogue carrot plants from the seed crop. The use of chemicals is the only practical solution to the eradication of Wild Carrot on areas ■which cannot be cultivated. Spray to saturation when first blooms appear using a high pressure power psrayer. Write the Crops, Seeds and Weeds Branch; Ont. Dept, of Agriculture, Toronto, for the pamphlet on “Weed Eradication by Chemicals.” Pasture field? or hay single cut of hay has early should be trim- latter part- of August. these stick! to and may be Wild Carrot Timothy and 3-Minute Egg Needs 12 Minutes In Plane Kitchen “How long do you have to boil a three-minute egg?” asked the steward I ‘ fcd MBs wii z-;. IlBiifa „„v As soon as it was known the Brit­ ish submarine Thetis had sunk with •its crew and officers near Liverpool, airplanes, motor cars and speed boats were used to take deep-sea divers to the scene. The divers had been work­ ing on German warships sent to the sea bottom at Scapa Flow after the war. The strong tide and lack equipment hampered rescue efforts recounted Thomas MacKenzie, sal­ vage officer. He testified before the tribunal investigating the loss of the submarine, here shown barely above­ water during attempts to raise it. on the big Pan-American Clipper on its recent test flight across the Atlan­ tic. He was so worried about it that he called the Baltimore office of the airways from the plane, 8,100 feet up and near the Azores. The answer was “Three minutes, of course." But the steward wasn’t satisfied. He knew water boiled at different temperatures according to the altitude. Baltimore made some injuiries and called the 1 and hot in vacuum bottles. steward. A three-minute egg must be’ boiled 123/2 minutes at 8,100 feet. All was well. Breakfast was_served. Trans-Canada Air Lines stewardesses have no such problem. They server meals on the transcontinental planes — cereals, tomato juice, fruit juice,, sandwich and so on. But they boil no eggs. The coffee cpmes already made Business an d Professional Directory Wellington Mutual Fire Insurance Co. Established 1840. Risks taken on all classes of insur­ ance at reasonable rates. Head Office, Guelph, Oht. COSENS & BOOTH, Agents, Wingham. Dr. W. A. McKibbon, B.A. PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Located at the Office of the Late Dr. H. W. Colborne. 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