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The Wingham Advance-Times, 1939-09-07, Page 6w INTO THE SUNSET BY JACKSON GREGORY WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES Thursday, September 7, 1939* SYNOPSIS Barry Haveril goes hunting for a cousin of his, Jesse Conroy, known as the Laredo Kid, who murdered his brother, Robert. 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 es­ capes, however, and meets an old man named Timberline, who also is gun- ning 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. Recovered, Barry discovers Tom Haveril has married Lucy whom he loves. Barry, the Slight they are married, kidnaps Lucy, and tells her he loves her. Judge Blue 5s not her father, he tells her, and Tom Haveril is the Laredo Kid. On the way to Barry’s hideout, Laredo’s men capture Barry. Lucy plays up to Laredo’s foreman, Jake Goodby. if? £ 5?S Lucy said quickly, “What do you suppose it is that they have hidden cut 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, 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 cowboy 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 at me wearing this’’’ She called the weapon to his atten­ tion in haste, rather than have him be- jpn to think about it later. Jake. Miss “Well,” said Jake slowly, “it won’t do any harm for you to find out what you can. I’ll bet you they don’t open their traps. But go ’head.” “Hey there, Bunce!” called “Come here.” Bunce grunted and got up. “Squat, Bunce. We’ll chin. 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 something for Jake Goodby to hear. His suspic­ ions might wake at any moment. She found it easiest of all to laugh. “So ’t’s funny, is it,” said Barry savagely. “You were so stupid,” cried out the girl, still laughing. Then she grew suddenly still, then said in a queer stiff sort of voice, “Tom Haveril will able. There was no time. Haveril came up standing like a snake coming out of a coil. The two strong hands she thought so securely tied behind him flashed out and caught her up, swinging her clear of 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 Sar- boe surge sideways and launch him­ self along the ground on hands and knees, so that now he and Barry Hav­ eril and herself were all behind the bounder. 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!” There 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 He gathered her up into his arms. "Why don't you kill him now?" she bitterly, “It would be so easy! half dead anyhow, If you're so of killing, what are you waiting You’ll never have said He’s fond for? chance-—’ He glared at her, then something under his breath out, When he came back1 Sarboe came with him, and both men were carry­ ing armfuls of pine tips 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 through him,” (Continued Next Week) a better muttered and went PHIL OSIFER OF LAZY MEADOWS By Harry J, Boyle “CHICKENS” in of ’ i > j‘ AXw A •J-’ ^4 * eW'VAVy ■ 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 him, as if to ease cramped muscles. Lucy stepped a little closer. She was just shaping her lips to whisper hurriedly: “Barry, I’m trying to help you!” But she didn’t whisper a syll- Jake time Bar­ BRITAIN PREPARED The British lion has been fully roused. No detail has been overlook­ ed in the ealm, efficient gearing o£ the nation for war, Reservists and regu- jars have been holding extensive man- oetivres. Here is a portable wireless operator reporting to headquarters while concealed in a hedge doting war games in Hampshire, Note the cam* onflage, straight up. “Step this way, you two,” he com­ manded sharply. “And better not try any funny business.” Bunce started forward, then stopped to glance sideways at Goodby. had not moved. Bunce started again;’ this Goodby came stumbling along, ry, watching him narrowly, saw hjm 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 shoul­ der. Bunce yelled out in rage and terror, 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 a chance; Bar­ ry’s first answering shot broke a leg for him and he fell lurchingly. Jake fired again, but his aim was disturb­ ed 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, gath­ ered up both men’s weapons, then ask­ ed curtly of Bunce, “Where are you hurt?” “I got it in the leg,” groaned the cowboy. Barry called to Sarboe: “Come along here, Sarboe. And bring Mrs. Tom Haveril with you.” So Sarboe came and Lucy with him, one of her waists clenched tight in his i hand, her face white, her eyes looking enormous and brilliant in the firelight. :1 “Is he dead?” she whispered, look­ ing down on Jake Goodby. “If he is, he asked for it,” snapped Barry. “I’m going for the horses,” he said and hurried off, merely adding 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 Judge’s, Also he brought else, but they did not see steel box which he had from its hiding place and saddle strings, “You are not going to take me with you!” cried Lucy as soon as she saw her horse, and began struggling with Sarboe, “Barry Haveril, you have no • right!” ij “I don't know what to do with you, ; he said heavily, staring at her, “Then let me go! Oh, please, Bar- 1” They rode for hours, so long and up and down such trdilless slopes that Lucy was drooping wearily in the sad­ dle 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. Bar­ ry had brought them to his old, first cabin, or rather Into the grove behind It “Barry ” said Lucy faintly, “Well?” he demanded coldly, star­ ing up at het here, the something it, the flat unearthed tied to his “I had planned^*” You see, I could­ n’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 uncon­ sciously 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 lie was going to say, he moved off through the grove, lost to them before he had taken a dozen of his long strides. He saw the cabin looking dark among the trees, its rear wall al­ most 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 the shadows. Then he called out: “You there! Who are you?” Still the man did not move. Barry saw a small ragged pile wood by the fireplace 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 thejight. Barry Haveril, spell-bound, slack-jaw­ ed 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 yulise’f tuh home, Sundown!” and flopped ov­ er 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 nev­ er coming back. “There’s water right over there, Sarboe,” he said. “Give the horses a drink, then unsaddle and put them on 'their tie ropes the other side of The .water hole. Then come along to the cabin.” When he spoke his voice was gent­ ler 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 not mind. When she saw the bunk and the man on it, a white-faced, dead looking 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 though 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.” Luck looked at Barry, no longer heavy-eyed, but with excited interest He said, talking distinctly and slowly and somehow altogether like a man at the end of his tether: “He is Jesse Conroy. The Laredo Kid. And he isn't Tom Haveril—and I’ve been a fool.” “Yoh shot him?” “I wish I,had,” he muttered somb­ erly. “No. I found him like that.” “Then—” “Haven't I told you already that I have been a fool? He and Tom 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 tir­ ed,” he said, “I'd take you right back where I got you, back to Tom Hav­ eril, We’ll have to do the best we can for tonight” She looked fearfully at the man on the bunk, like—” “No, I dicl Not that man I'd kill him if I never did another thing.” ■$ "Ho is dying now, He looks tell you! 1 won't let him now, I've been looking for for three years, I've sworn If there is any one thing more than another that can get my nanny it’s those confounded chickens on Satur­ day night, Of course during these summer months it’s quite a ritual to go to town on Saturday evening and rub shoulders with practically every­ body in this district. While the wives are either exchanging tid-bits of gos­ sip or else giving in their grocery ord­ ers at the store we farmers manage to get around, buy ourselves a nickel cigar and recall the doings of the week. At present the weather 'Subject is running a poor second to the war situation. If those foreign diplomats could only arrange to be on hand on a "Saturday evening they would cer­ tainly get more ideas as to how to set­ tle the situation than they know what to do with. Along about eleven we start for home, the back seat bundled up with parcels and several of the neighbours who walked into town to drop off by the way. By the time we reach the turn at the Ninth Concession corner my eyes begin to get heavy and I have to keep strict attention on the beam of light from the headlights else I would go to sleep. Having arrived at the front gate Mrs. Phil recalls with a subdued gasp, “Oh‘, the chickens weren’t' shut up this evening.” I pro­ test that nothing will hurt them, but the memory of how Mrs. So-and-So lost seven or eleven or some such am­ ount to a weasel and I give up as a bad task. Then the lantern must be lit for growling in the dewy grass of the or­ chard. Biddy complains from her coop that her adolescent charges have wandered away and left her with only one runt to mother. She drowsily chirps out imprecations on the heads of her stubborn children, who feeling that they are old enough to take care of themselves, have ’ wandered away for the evening. Prime Minister Neville Chamber- Britain was at war with Germany. He lain of Britain, who on Sunday an- said “We have a clear conscience, we. nounccd’to the British Parliament that have done all we could.” and they’re covered by burrs and! prickly weed seeds and you’re on the verge of bad temper. Mrs. Phil meets, you and then asks “Did you get then\ all?” For a moment you’re almost, tempted to say something but you re­ ply, “Yes,” whether you’ve counted- them or not, and you go to bed and! in those few moments before sleep- comes you begin to wonder if you: really did get them all or not. grass. In lifting up the back the ones captured, escape .and it’s a matter run him down until he’s There is generally certaih to be two or three on top of the coop. In a nei­ ghbouring cherry tree two or three more have taken up their position on a lower branch. But those elusive five or six that remain. Holding the lan­ tern aloft in the attitude of the Statue of Liberty and straining your eyes be-' yond the feeble circle of light which it casts you try and see the vagrants. A drowsy clucking from an .apple tree and we try and round up all those remaining. .At least two squawkingly protest and flutter down to the ground and scamper a few feet away into the tall coop to put another will of having to tired. Then comes the task of finding the two which escaped. By this time a person doesn’t exactly know where they slipped into the grass, and in kicking it aside and' pawing around you come on a nest of burrs. With a generous, plastering of the sticky burrs you find the two chickens snuggling up to each other in drowsy comfort. Then to gather them up and escort them upside down back to the coop. Biddy clucks contentedly and beds them down for the night, in a fussy- like and important way as if they were still tiny chicks instead of being al­ most as big as she is herself. 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