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The Wingham Advance-Times, 1939-07-13, Page 6PAGE SIX WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES Thursday, July 13th, 193® r NIUlMiiMtfM INTO THE SUNSET BY JACKSON GREGORY SYNOPSIS Barry llaverii leaves his Texas | home to see the country, meets a nun ] who has just been shot who mms out j to be a cousin of has, Jesse Conroy. < Barry helps tane care of his wounds | and Jesse gives Barry his gun, a very I unusual one. When they part Barry j leaves for home but finds the family f as no longer there. When he is leav-1 mg he suddenly comes across a dead | man who turns out to be his brother, | Robert. Barry starts searching for the I murderer and goes into the mountains I to find gold to use for continuing his search. He finds a good spot, gets | gold and goes to Tylersville to getj 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 Jesse6 gave him is the gun of a murderer known as the Laredo Kid. US among coins in his forth a silver dollar He bought as much ammunition for his six-gun as he thought he could carry handily; then a plain cartridge belt which he filled and buckled around him, and then turned to a gun rack that had caught his eye. He took down one after another of half a doz­ en carbines, fitting them to his shoul­ der, pondering the heft of them. Ihe one he finally selected went out with him; so too did a second cartridge belt filled with shells for it. When he came to a point opposite the hardware store, he noted that a -crowd of men had gathered there. A big man, powerfully shouldered, with a bolstered gun at each hip, elbowed through the press, saw Barry, and made a purposeful bee line to him. His two big thumbs were hoked into his belt. “Where do yuh think yuh’re goin’?” he asked bluntly. Barry looke at him. “Who’re you that’s askin’?" “I’m Ed Brawley, an' I’m. sheriff here, an’ I’m askin’ where yuh got that g-un!” “It’s mine,” said Barry. “Yeah?” said Brawley good humor- ■edly. “Well, s’pose yuh come along with me; we’ll squat an’ chin about things. Come ahead.” Barry nodded and swung into step witlidiim; with the crowd eyeing them they were -Just turning into a narrow frame building .with the sign, Sheriff's Office, painted over it when Barry saw the buckboard with the two bays swing around a corner and come speeding down the street. “Just a minute, Sheriff!” he said. “I’ve got some business with the Judge.” The Judge saw him and pulled up In such fashion as almost to set his two bays on their haunches. Barry stepped into the road and with one hand on a wheel looked up into the Judge’s steady leaf-brown eyes. ’*! forgot to pay you for my lunch today, Judge,” he said, “How much?” The Judge laughed and said, “Oh, shucks,” and then, seeing the look in Barry’s dark eyes, no less steady than his own, said, “I gave the man a dol­ lar.” Barry, fishing pocket, brought and proffered it; the Judge, whip and reins in one hand, extended the other and accepted the money. “There’s one more thing,” Barry added. “I guess you can tell me where I can find my folks. My father’s Ben Haveril, and my sister Lucy married Zachary Blount and—” “Well, well!” exclaimed Judge Blue. He turned toward the sheriff, "Have­ n’t got my young friend here in tow, have you, Ed?” he asked blandly. “Sort of,” said Brawley, very blunt. “There’s some questions—” “About that gun of his maybe?” suggested the Judge. Brawley nodd­ ed. “Well‘dthen!” said the Judge. There’s more guns than one with a fancy butt, Ed. How about turning ley drew back to the sidewalk.. “Go ’head,” he said briskly; and the Judge; “I’ll take yuh up op thet supper invite, Judge. Got the same cook?” Never in his life had Barry travelled with such breath-taking speed;- he be­ gan to think that horses were all right after all. They came to the wide open gate. It didn’t miss two inches. Then the big bright house loomed above them; the horses kept on ar­ ound to the right and were pulled up again in front of a stable that might have been a hotel. The Judge threw the reins and then Sprang down nimbly, arms outstretch­ ed to Miss Lucy. She jumped, 'into them with that gay little laugh of hers that was all tinkly music. But Barry did not hear it. He sat rigid where he was, making no move to get down. "Well, young Harveril,” called the Judge. “Light down and make your­ self at home.” Still Barry sat, as in a daze. The Judge looked at him in perplexed fashion as did Lucy and the two men. “Well, Haveril?” said the Judge again. “What’s up? You to look Something was wrong and he knew it. this young man over to me? I know all about his people. His father and mother are running my new place for me; his sister Lucy is married to my assistant Zach Blount, and she and my Lucy are like two sisters. I’ll be responsible for him, Ed. If you like you can ramble up to my place and talk things over with him. Say, come up for supper!” The sheriff looked doubtful. “If it was anybody but you, Judge—” The Judge laughed. “But it hap­ pens to be me, Ed.” To Barry he called cheerily; “Hop up, Haveril. There’s room here for the three of us.” Barry looked at the sheriff; Braw­ like—” “Oh!" said Barry, and climbed down over the wheel then. “Anything wrong?” demanded the Judge.” “‘No, sir,” said Barry. “I just sort of got to thinking, that’s all.” And he was still thinking as he fol­ lowed the Judge and Lucy into the cool, imposing white palace trimmed in its bright bluebird blue. He knew that queer things did happen now and then, but he had never known a queer­ er one than this: Here in Judge Par­ ker Blue’s stable was Tex Humph­ reys' fancy saddle from which his bro- other had been shot. The saddle look­ ed at home here, too, with a man shin- ROAD TO COOLNESS A remedy for heat was discovered by these youngsters snapped in the swimming pool as heat in Eastern Canada caused prostrations and the playing fountain, catching deaths. They splash about in the wat- cooling trickle as it falls, er and some of them crouch beneath. ing it up. “You youngsters amuse yourselves for a while without me," said the Judge. “I’ll be with you shortly,” “When are we going out to the ranch where my folks are?” asked Barry. “Right after supper, son, Meantime you can see your sister; I’ll send a man with word that you’re here,” “Do you want me to show you ar­ ound the place? The flower garden and the vegetable patch and the cor­ rals and barns—" “Yes,” said Barry, and added, “I liked your stable,” So first of all she carried him away to the stable. Barry led the way in­ side, stalking straight to the harness room where the man who had be^en doing something with a saddle was back at his work, “That’s a pretty fine saddle,” said Barry, Lucy, noting it for the first time, 'said, “Why, it’s the loveliest saddle I’ve ever saw! Whose is it, Andrew?” .“Belongs to a stranger," said And­ rew. “The Judge mebbe knows him. He come in late las’ night, changed saddles account the cinch o’ this one bein’ ready to bust; rode on. Said he’d be back tonight.” “A man ought to have a pretty fine horse to match up that saddle,” sug­ gested Barry. “Let’s go see it,” invited Lucy. “Is it in the corral, Andrew?” “It must be that one,” said Lucy, pointing. “That high-headed black with the white saddle marks. It’s not one of ours I’m sure.” Barry didn’t say anything. Lucy was right. That was Tex Humph­ reys’ pride among his saddle horses. That was the horse which, only a few days ago, had carried Robert Haveril to his death. » The Judge had a scrap of paper in his hand. He waved it toward Barry, saying as he came on: “I’m sorry you won’t be able to see your sister today, young Haveril. There was a note on my study table, sent over by Zachary Blount; he went to Pride’s Valley this morning on a bit of business for me, something that looked funny about the deed to a new ranch I just bought. He took his wife along. But they’ll be back tomorrow or next day.” Barry was looking at the horse again. “You’re looking at -some high-class horse flesh there, Haveril,” said the Judge. Barry nodded. He wanted to ask about that high-headed black, but hes­ itated. Blind instinct, subtle intuition —he didn’t know what—made him move as cautiously as all his trufe kin­ dred, forest wild thing moved. Lucy asked “Who’s the stranger, Daddy, that owns that one. He’s got- the most gorgeous saddle I ever saw.” The Judge looked the horses over. 1 “That black?” he said. “Oh, yes. It belongs to a young cowboy who rode ip late last night. He had to go on and asked to leave his horses here un­ til he came back. Where’d you see his saddle-?” he asked. “Andrew was fixing the cinch. It’s a fancy Mexican saddle, and Andrew gave all the silver work a polish; it , hurts your eyes to look at it.” “Let’s go to the house,” said the Judge. “It’s most supper time.” But it was not supper time, and they loafed comfortably on the shady front porch looking down over Tylers­ ville. "How far is it out to the ranch where my folks are?” Barry asked without withdrawing his expression- 1 Jess gaze from the melting distances. “It’s inside thirty miles,” said the Judge. "That little Span of mine will do it in less than three hours. We start right after supper.” But they didn’t go right after sup­ per, nor did they go at all. The three were dining at a long table that would have seated a score when a man rode up from Tylersville for word with Judge Blue. The Judge went' out to him, and returned, almost immediate­ ly. “I’ve got to see a man in town,” he said. “Go ahead with supper; I’ll finish when I get back, I ought to be with you in half an hour.” After an hour of waiting Barry was more the sniffing bear than ever, Lucy had conducted him to a pleas* ant room where there were books and a piano and sofa and easychairs, and at first had chattered lik’e a magpie. She had sung for him a little, too, and at first he had listened enrapt and had looked at her admiringly, thinking her the daintiest and sweetest and clever* cat little thing in the world. When the Judge’s voice said, “Sor­ ry I’m so late,” both of them jumped, for they had not heard him come in. He tossed his hat to the piano top and looked at his watch first thing in the morning. All right, young Haveril?” * Ten minutes later Barry was alone in his room. He extinguished his lamp and went to his window; he stood there a long while looking out at the dim bulk of the mountain under the stars. Something was wrong and he knew it. It was no longer a mere uneasy 'We’ll go THE PILOT GOT OUT ALIVE ? :>A;: ■L This small airplane tried to land at along the wires to the pole (RIGHT) San Diego, California, airport. In­ stead, the pilot, C. B. Thomasson, flew into these wiers and the plane tangled in them. Thomasson climbed and z descended to safety, unharmed. Meanwhile the framework of his plane burst into flames, but firemen hoisted an extension ladder and extinguished them. Here they are shown returning' to earth after having put out the fire,, leaving die skeleton hanging in the wires. suspicion but a positive certainty. “I reckon no one will hear me now,” de­ cided Barry, and crawled out through the window, dropping noiselessly to the ground. He stepped softly through the dark, .making a guarded circle of the house to assure himself that the. rooms Were all dark. He reached the stable. Near the big double doors was a bench un­ der a tree.- He sat down and waited. He slid his hand down to the butt of the new six-gun; he dozed, started wide awake and dozed again a dozen times hoofs He horse stable, a single silhouette dim agaftist .the mountain flank. The rider came down with a sub­ dued jingle of spurs at the stable door; he was whistling softly and he didn’t turn Barry’s way. When he .got the door'open and led the horse in­ side, Barry rose quietly and followed. When the lantern at the harness­ room door was lighted and swung up on a nail Barry saw that it was Jesse Conroy. 'Hello, Cousin Jesse,” he said in voice. (Continued Next Week) the part cleaned. You can remove this by holding it over the steam of the tea kettle. But you might find it saf­ er to use something other than gaso­ line to remove that spot. 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