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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Advance-Times, 1939-09-14, Page 6t Tim- one ex- By Harry J. Boyle .It proof, earth, you’re Blue!”and but- Bar- You you were in Judge took, the pack — good “COURAGE” takes courage to do what thought that she too had been murd-1 were so true and honest then; I know ered. But her tiny body was never ..... found. .5. S-SiTTV 4 So Ss aed lay i< -he Colonel’s daughter. At first it was ft |U UJU WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES Thursday, Sept, 14th, 1939 1 1 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, 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 | and make this his heme, Judge Blue’s house, where he meets | brought with him a large smu ©f mon­ fl man called Tom Haveril whom he | ey in cash. There was not the slight- 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 kidnaps Lucy, and after a gun battle with' Haveril’s men, takes her to has cabin an the mountains. There he finds the veal Laredo Kid wounded and dying. enormity of which had horrified the community not unused to violence. Briefly, this was the gist of the ar­ ticle; Colonel Dave Hamilton, his wife and three other members of his house­ hold had been shot to death. The Col­ onel, a newcomer to Laredo, but al­ ready immensely popular, had arrived with his family from Virginia, intend­ ing to buy a vast holding hereabouts He had it. That’s where Laredo cut in on the deal, somehow stealing it from him. And the Judge was afraid of Laredo because of what he knew and could prove!” “It’s horrible!” She put her face in her hands, shuddering. “Then,” Barry went on, puzzled in his turn, “with Laredo fading out, while I’m hunting him from here to California and back again, Tom Hav­ eril rides into the play! Next thing, Tout Haveril has this little box—and Tom Haveril marries you!” ”1 am afraid 1” y “Yes,” said Barry sternly. “Just siow I was ready to take you back to Sarboe had brought ns. a of food. Lucy wvu’Jbfl merely shook, his head al boe ate a few braes down in a comer beyar.d the fireplace .and went to sleep. Lc-ryi her el­ bows, .locked at Basry brood-kg by the chimney- “There was saaue&lrg yva were go­ ing to tell she sensnsded him. He looked at her MaskSy. Then: “It’s late and yc.u’re dace in. Better go to sleep, hadn’t yea?” “Sleep! Without knowing what it was that you said yon could explain! You said I wasn’t Lucy Blue at all—■” “I know how you feel.” His own mind had been groping; there were questions he wanted answered before he could think of sleep. His somber eyes trailed back to the man on the bunk; for a time he forgot Lucy and his promise to tell her what he could of the amazing news con- se/fting herself. ■-> “If there was a single word of truth In what you told me—” said Lucy. He looked at her absently, then nodded and went out. Returning he brought the flat steel box with him. She was all eagerness at his elbow as he opened the box. “Why!" she gasped, seeing the hun­ dreds of pictures. “They are all of me! I know them; papa—the Judge— used to take one of me every Sunday almost!” “Ever strike you as a funny thing to do?” he asked. “No. Well, it does seem sort of -queer, but you see I’ve always been used to it.” “They’re all dated on the backs,” said Barry. “The last picture, doesn’t look much like the first, does it? But when you take them straight through, you can see it’s the same you, can’t you?” “Of course,” said Lucy, and looked at him with a puzzled frown. “But I ■don’t understand—” “Here’s something else. It was in the box when I got it; I guess it’s been there always, for a dozen years. • It's an old newspaper. The Laredo Blade.” He opened it for her carefully; from years of being folded it split along "the creases. It was a small, two sheet affair; banner headlines across the first page had to do with a crime the est clue to the identity of the murder-| er, he had made a clean sweep, with n> none left alive to accuse him. “Rut—” began Lucy, more p.'Uzcled |j Tom Haveril, knowing that I’d made than ever i a mistake about him being Laredo. Her eyes, busied with the stream-. But how did it come that he had this ing headlines and big bold type at the top of the page had missed what Bar­ ry -now pointed out. There were pic­ tures of Colonel and Mrs. Hamilton, as of other members of his household, i the Colonel’s aunt and two servants. | There was another picture. It was a little girl five or six years old, - • ~.................... ....... . box and the things in it? And just i how are he and the Judge so thick? | Am I going to take you back into | that sort of mess?” ’ She looked at him strangely, afraid of him too, yet probing wistfully, hop­ ing a little—no, not really afraid. “Barry! Oh, are you the same ry of that time at Tylersville? “I am afraid,” said Lucy. it!” “You should know that I’m honest and square with you, Lucy. Why, girl, you can tell! When a man is lying to you or telling you the truth—can’t you feel it?” “Can you, Barry?” A faint, infinite­ ly sad smile that might have been no­ thing but a play of shadow touched her lips. “Tonight, when I came to where you were tied up, as I thought —I have told you I meant to help you. Was I lying then?” Barry stood looking at her a long while. “I’ve been thinking about that. You did come wearing my gun; out­ side of that I don’t know how we could ever have got away, Sarboe and I’. And I thought of something else. You knew, when I told you we were going where Sarboe was, that Tom Haveril’s men would be there before us—” “But—” “Yes, I know. You couldn’t tell me that, but you did do all that you could to keep me from going there. I re­ member, Lucy.” “And now you do know that I was , telling the truth?” I “Yes. You gave me every chance ‘Yes,” said Barry. Doesn’t look much like you now, does it? But it’s the same little girl that these first pictures the Going straight through well, you’ve got pretty proof enough for any jury on that if you’re Lucy Anybody, Lucy Hamilton and not Lucy “The little girl—you, of course — must Slave been carried off by the man or men who killed her parents.” “But why?" demanded Lucy. “She was the Colonel’s heiress; it was supposed that she would inherit when she was eighteen. It would seem that she was a very valuable piece of property!” “You mean that my — that-Judge Blue—” “You’re surely the girl in that pap-1 er. And you told me that night at ’ Tylersville what you overhead at the stable, the Judge and Laredo talking __ “And Laredo said he would marry me, but that he’d wait a few years, un­ til I was eighteen or nineteen, I for­ get which—” “And the Judge had this box, .paper | you could, Lucy.” For an instant his and pictures together. Then he lost eyes flashed up, then they darkened again as he muttered heavily; “I’m grateful to you, Lucy, but I'm almost sorry. You see, it just makes me Jove you all the more, and I guess it would be better for me if I could hate you instead. You’re Tom Haveril’s now— and Tom Haveril isn’t Laredo—and I’ve no longer any excuse to go out and kill him—" Lucy said: “Are you crazy, Barry Haveril? You know I’m married to Tom; no matter who he was, could you think I’d—I’d marry a man who killed him?” “Of course I couldn’t, I didn’t ever think of it that way; I didn’t get that far.” He made a weary gesture of a hand across his eyes, “What are you going to do with me now, Barry?" “I don’t know what to do, We can’t do anything tonight; it’s too late and you’re worn out. Get some sleep if you can, Maybe by morning things will be clearer.” Barry looked up and their eyes met. “‘It’s hell, that’s all,” he said heav­ ily. “I love you so, Lucy — and I haven’t any right.” She plunged into her newspaper again, reading every line. Later she dozed, dreaming fantastic dreams, and started wide awake to find the fire still blazing, Barry still brooding at the table. She was dozing again and it was al­ most dawn; Barry-was just going to the door, meaning to saddle the hors­ es, when they heard the cautious steps outside of someone coming guardedly to the cabin door. At the door Barry stood to side, and' asked curtly: “Well? Who’s out there?” “That you, Sundown?” came an cited, high-pitched voice. “It’s good old Timberline!” Barry said to Lucy, and opened the door. “What’s happened, Timber?” de­ manded Barry, getting the door shut. “A plenty,” said Timberline. “We are on the run, to save our skelps, that’s what.” “Who’s ‘Us’ and who’s ‘They’?’’ de­ manded Barry. “You say, ‘We’re on the run.’ Who? And what’s after you?” “Yuh ask' who’s on the run; well, it’s me an’ your sister Lucy an’ Ken March, Them two’s down in the pin­ es, waitin’ for me to look in here an’ see if mebbe yuh did come this way. Ken March has got a bullet through one laig an’ an ear mostly shot off. He’s sorer’n a saddle boil. Who done it? Shucks, who would? It was Tom Haveril, an’ the ol’ Judge an’ a pack o’ their varmints.” Timberline asked a second time of Sarboe and the form on the bunk, “Who’s them fellers, Sundown?” Barry said: “This is Sarboe. He’s a friend of mine now, Timber—a friend, do you get me? And the other man —go take a good look at him.” “It ain’t—it ain’t Laredo, is it, Sun­ down?” “Yes,” said Barry. “That’s good. You go to her. We’ll be along.” “ When Barry and Timberline joined them, they bore the unconscious Jesse Conroy — Laredo in their arms, wrapped in a blanket. Barry said: “Hello, Lucy; hello, Ken. You folks ride along, and take Lucy with you. She’ll be better off with you than any­ where else for a few days; until any­ how she knows which way to turn. It’s about sixty miles on to Pa’s place I guess the house is still standing. Timber and I’ll join you later. One or the other of us will ride in on you tomorrow.” The three rode off through the pines. “Now, which a-way?” asked Tirp- berlirie irritably. “You think that they’ll be able to find my hide-out here" said Barry. “I don't. Just the same, we’ll move off onto the mountainside a bit to a sheltered place where we can hole up. We can keep an eye on the cabin all day. If they don’t show up before dark, we'll move back into it.' So the half dead the place Sarboe and look baclfto Barry to look at him dumbly and pleading as a dog looks at its mas­ ter. “This boy’s crazy to tell yuh some­ thin', Sundown,” said Timber. Half way through the next day Timberline admitted: “Well, I reckon yuh was right for once, Sundown; that skullduggery bunch o’ hell-hounds lost our track.” He ruminated, then add­ ed, grown suddenly waspish, “Yuh’re takin’ it layin' down, are yuh?” Barry cocked up his eyebrows. “Taking what?” “They’ve chased us out, kilt Juan, stole our gold mine, an’ yuh ain’t said a word, How about it?” “We’ll straighten that out,” return­ ed Barry coolly. They decided there was no need of three men sticking on here to feed a sick man soup and take care of his bandage. And they did want to know whether all was well with Ken March and the two Lucys. “You ride along after them, ber,” said Barry. (Continued Next Week) 11 three of them carried the Laredo Kid the half mile to Barry had in mind. was forever going to stand at Jesse Conroy and coming PHIL OSIFER OF LAZY MEADOWS you really want to do, and so few of us have that courage. For instance, one of those highly successful cousins of mine from the city blew in here last night. He was motoring to some point up north to spend the week-end with his family at their cottage and then return to the city for the winter. It was Bill who gave me that idea for saying that a lot of us lack courage. Bill is one of my favorite cousins, He’s growing to be short and stout in a pompish way with hair that’s thin­ ning ot a scarcity. He’s always dress­ ed in the best of fashion and driving a new car. He smokes good cigars and looks the part of a well fed and prosperous banker. , , Bi)l came in just before supper time and it was a foregone conclusion that lie would stay to supper and for the night if it was at all possible. He ate heartily in the satisfied manner of a man who enjoys good food.- We had just churned yesterday afternoon he drank three glasses of fresh termilk. tasted since I left home,” he said in a sort of recollecting way, “and it’s bet­ ter than all the fancy drinks I’ve ever had since.' He ars ing while the night crept in around us. ectl, “It certainly must be nice to be able to have cigars like these every day,” he just laughed and said, “I was just wishing that I could sit down an.d en­ joy a smoke from one of those torn- cobs you have on the window sill there.” So, while he puffed on the cob, I enjoyed the corona, It was warm and pleasant and quiet in that peaceful way of a late summer evening in the country. You could just sense easy way in which Bill relaxed that old rocker, “Phil,” he said after a while, give anything to be able to trade plac­ es with you.” ' Coming from a man with an income in the thousands to a man who has never had a whole thousand dollars at one time it was rather surprising and I expressed it. “I never did want to be a banker, Phil,” he said in a way that was al­ most pathetic, “but father wanted one of his sons to be something other than a farmer and I was the one boosted along the way. Today I have more money than I know what to do with, but what good is it doing me. All I can think about it how to make more and get more property. The only peo­ ple I know are ones like myself who think about the same things . , . and they all start with money.” Bill was quiet then for a while and went on; “My wife is constantly try­ ing to find something to amuse her­ self. We go off to stale parties made up of stale people like ourselves. My son has never worked in his life and don’t seem in the least way inclined to start. He spends more in a year than I had in all my life until. I was twenty-one. The only young men who ever seem to go out with my daugh­ ter are fellows who seem to have an eye on my bankroll. Phil, to give ev­ eryone their dues, we’re the hicks and people like you folks in the country are the smart ones. Just think of liv­ ing here where you be happy and-con­ tented and there’s not a continual fear of losing all your money. You don’t have bright lights and noise . . . but you have calm and plenty of it and a chance to go to bed at night and be weary in the way that brings on sleep. Phil, if I had enough courage I’d chuck-the whole thing and get a little place in the country and raise chick­ ens. But every time I mention it my family starts talking about my seeing the doctor.” 1*11 bet Bill would raise good chick­ ens, too. It’s too bad he hasn’t the courage to lose all his money and AIRMEN MAY TRAIN AT GOVERNMENT HOSPITAL acres and could accommodate 6,000 soldiers and cadets. ABOVE is a picture of a model made by the office of W. L. Sommerville, associate arch­ itects. Budlings completed and under Construction are shown as they pear on the site. ‘Those proposed indicated for position. Still under construction, the $11,- 000,000 Ontario Government hospital At St, Thomas may Be put to uses not originally intended, it is reported it may be taken over by the department of national defence as a district de­ pot for the R.C.A.F. The hospital layout, it is thought after a survey, would be admirably suited for a train­ ing school for pilots. 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