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The Wingham Advance-Times, 1939-08-03, Page 6Thursday, August 3rd, 1939?WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES yes, said i ! 1 I said day, was INTO THE SYNOPSIS Barry Haveril leaves his Texas 3301116 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 to 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 bini 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 ©utside the stable and finally a rider comes up who turns out to be Jesse Conroy. He accuses Jesse of killing 3iis 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 riding through the mountains a shot whizzes past his ear. 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. V BY JACKSON GREGORY ...... *.. - TmiWrlme. “des t ’party gaad when I cei She's had a sort of comedown tn Me since yuh seen her last. Look in al the Gold Nugget lunch counter. Yifh‘11 find her there" They turned in early that night, turned out early in the morning. Bar ry thought, “Strange how things work out.” Today he would see Lucy—but yesterday he had seen that other girl. & ’Barry, feeling x queer about it all,-crisply rode on into Red Rock, looking for | the Gold Nugget lunch counter. | Lucy, behind the counter, was cut-* ting an apple pie when he came in. p He stood Not I.-ucy Lucy! “Barry!’ there and stared. Blue at all, his little si: vpvwdl Ms toll, got out his ? WsMy fo work on the stuWv on Ms. face. He washed al the creek; he had an extra shirt and put it on. He stopped his horse near the barn, a voice said: ‘'Lookin’ for somebody, stranger?*’ Barry didn’t turn. He just said Whose place is this?” “Judge Blue’s, o’ course,” said the liable hand. There's a girl live here,’’ said Bar- “Who is she?” Why, Miss Lucy, o’ course!” Judge at home?” asked Barry, and was glad to receive a prompt in answer. So he asked next: Lucy? She’s here, though?” Yes, Miss Lucy was there, left his horse at the stable and ed on to the house. Then Barry s man in aid s pretty s Lucy! -er ry she cried, and dropped and knife, and came running into his arms. Her husband, Zachary Blount, was dead of pneumonia. She had tried so hard not to be glad! For he had been a brute, and she had found him to be as crooked as a srake-and-rider fence. “I found out so many things,’ Lucy in a hushed voice, both her lit-I nest—and there was not a doubt in tie hands hugging one of Barry’s big j Barry Haveril's mind that at last he pie Barry walk- he heard a man speaking, and tiffened to a dead stop. The there was making love to a nrl, and sounded in dead ear- The two sprang apart. nN *• “Yuh’re always trackin’ me down, ain’t you?” said Timberline. “Whose cabin is this, anyhow?” de manded Barry. “Mine. I found it. The man that made it must have left the country. There ain’t been nobody livin’ in it for more’n a year; yuh c’n tell by the way the brush has growed up. Wha( yuh laughin’ at. Hyena?” , - '^^Bafry Sat tip and felt glad that he hadn’t. Come back to a deserted cabin. It was good to see old Timber again. He said: “I reckon we’ve gut to be pardners whether we like it or not. "Tomorrow iw *>ld i happen to be back t<»- do it?” brown ones. “Judge Blue—he is a ter rible man, Barry. Nobody knows it; everyone thinks he’s grand. But he is the worst man in the world.” They chattered for half an hour and didn’t get said half the things they wanted to say. Barry rod? back tQ See Timberline at the creek, promis ing to return the next day. Arrived at the creek he found Tim berline’s two companions. “Look here, Timber,” he said sob erly. “We’re pardners. But I don’t know as much about gold mining as a pig knows about a fiddle, and while you’re a gian who ought to know it jail, all you do is jump around like a | grasshopper on a hot skillet. Let’s ? go get u ■ning, I'll show you ‘that knows about making a mine pay “Shore” er another Sundown. March, —an’ he b’’ anyh horn o* an’ “Grea: in. the big living i * ’ 1 apart. Barry, hotly: >r his had come up with Cousin Jesse, the long sought Laredo Kid. Barry,didn’t event think of stop ping to knock at a closed door. He simply threw it open and burst in up on the two people room, , . . The two sprang eyes blazing, cried “Got you, Laredo! You- He broke short off, and the hand that had slid down to his gun rested there, fingers gripping but making no move to draw the weapon. He star ed at the man facing him and fell into utter confusion. He had b’een so sure of Jesse Con roy’s voice — but was this Cousin a third pardner, some man Jesse? The girl, flushed and indignant, where the s “It don’t wards Red Rock, "Yes. Why?" "ThatS lucky,” •got to go to Red morrow. That i-, happen to «ee her "Who?” said Barry. “A real party girl. Name of Lucy,” he said, mollified with nev- broke the brief electrical silence, word from Barry. “Shore, ? Don’t I know it? They’s a | thing?” she demanded hotly. "What squirt name of March, Ken; right have you to break into our on of ol’ Big Moments March I house like this?” knows sasssafras from gum- s Barry said, looking not at her at ' vs. He's a minin’ engineer, j all, but steadily at her companion: minin’ daddy an’ granddad, I “You are Jesse Conroy.” in town. I'll go git him.” ’ The other laughed in his face, yet e the trail and slide,” said; his eyes remained as watchful as a “What do you mean by this sort of USE FRAIL CANOE FOR TRIP ACROSS LAKE ONTARIO Mr. and Mrs. Erank T, Berische made a trip by canoe and land from I’renton, N.J., bearing a letter from the city mayor to the mayor of Treh- ioh, Onto w»ly to find the latter away when they arrived. The young couple travelled across Lake Ontario in this l&foot canvas canoe. They set out front Oswego, N.Y,; on July 8 and on ly once did they run into storms big toenough to delay them. They plan continue up the Trent canal system to Georgian Bay, then retttrn down the Great Lakes to Oswego. hawk’s. Also his ungauntleted right hand, like -Barry’s, was on his gun. He said drawlingly: “Just now you called me another name, Laredo Kid, wasn’t it? Sup pose you make up your mind.” “You are Jesse Conroy,” said Bar- , “You’re the Laredo Kid.” The girl looked from one to the other, not knowing what to think. “You are the man—” she began. Barry 'nodded. “On the trail, And you’re Lucy?” “I am Lucy Blue, yes,” she quite coolly, “Then we used to be friends,” Barry. “Friends for one short anyhow, I am Barry Haveril, It three years ago, at Tylersville,” She gasped and her eyes opened wide, than “I said slowly. “You have changed a great deal!” "Sometimes a few years make diff erences. I didn’t know you either. And my cousin here, Jesse Conroy, has changed more than we have, I be lieve. But I knew his voice—” “Is that why you thought him your cousin?” At last she laughed a little, but even so there remained a tense ness in the room. “Well, I can tell you. that you’ve made a mistake. This is Tom Haveril—” "Tom Haveril?” asked Barry frown ing. "I never heard of any Tom Hav eril.” "If you should happen to be a Hav eril,” said the other man swilingly, "I suppose you know someone here abouts who can vouch for you?” “Why, of course!’’ exclaimed Bar ry. “My sister! You know her, too, Miss Lucy! You knew her in Tylers ville; she has the same name as you. Lucy Haveril she was, then Lucy Blount.” "Oh!” exclaimed Lucy. "Of course I know her. She’s my dearest friend. . If—if you should really prove to be her brother, I’d be so happy!” A dull, baffled rage -seethed within him: He knew this was Jesse, the Lar edo Kid—only lie didn’t know! ( “I’ll be going now,” he said slow- , ly, and felt defeated. To the man he ; said, “If you’re Cousin Jesse, and I think you are, then you’re Laredo too, , and I’m going to kill you.” He headed straight to Red Rock to ■ see his sister and have her go out to Judge Blue’s to tai kto Lucy. The first man he encountered was old Tim berline, just starting back to camp. Timber greeted him with enthus iasm, inspired, Barry suspected, by a drink or two. The old man said: “I seen young Ken March, Sun down, an’ it’s all fixed. He was jus’ lookin’ around for a chance like this. You see, he’s a minin’ man an’ always was, but not like me. Minin’ engin eer, is what he says he is.” ' Barry said, “Fine.” . He rode on. A few minutes later he saw the many yellow lights of Red . Rock down below him, and heard Red Rock roistering. gHe thought: “I’m going to get Sister Lucy out of that place. She can keep house for Timber and me—when we get a house.” But Lucy wasn’t at the lunch coun- , ter, and her assistant didn’t know where she was or when she was com ing back. Where she live? Back, yon der a piece, with the Prices. Mrs. Price, sitting on her porch when Barry rode up, hadn’t seen Lucy and wasn’t expecting her; it wasn’t time for her to be coming home. Barry left word that he’d be back, and rode to the saloon. There were perhaps forty men in ' the place, yet almost instantly Barry’s roving eye found Tom Haveril, and marked who it was with him. It was Judge Blue. Barry strode through the long room, making a bee line to the two at the far end of the bar. “Hello, Judge,” he said quietly. The Judge regarded him a moment without speaking, taking him in from head to fool. Then, “Do I know you?” lie said. “Don’t seem to place you.’’ “I hoped you’d remember me. I’m Barry Haveril, Three years ago, ov er at Tyler—” “I remember that day, I remember Barry Haveril, Changed a lot, have n’t you?” “Not more than most folks around my age do in three years, I was just a kid then, I guess,” The Judge’s eyes bored into him, “And you—if it was you—walked out on me that pight without a word!” “There were reasons,” said Barry. The Judge nodded slowly. “My daughter Lucy,” he said pre sently, “was beset by some ruffians on the trail. If it was you who gave her a hand, I have you to thank. And if you can ever lead me to the ruff ians—” “One was called Sarboe ” said Bar ry, "But I didn’t come here to talk of this, and I don’t want any thanks. But maybe you can tell me who this man is that you’re drinking with?” "Why,” cried the Judge, and sound ed heartier, “it’s my friend Tom Hav eril! By thunder! If you are Barry Haveril, you two might be related!” Then she studied him harder ever. — I wouldn’t know you,” she “rm not limiting any kinship, said Tom Haveril. “I think we are cous ins, and this is Jesse Conroy. They used to call him the Laredo Kid. You’d know, Judge!” "I’d know Laredo?” said Judge Blue mildly, The man at the Judge’s side said, never more drawlingly: “Look at his gun, Judge, Like one the Kid used to tote, isn’t it?” "You’re a stranger here,” he said to Barry. "Tom Haveril isn’t. Many will step up and vouch for him even though he hasn’t been here all his life. How ab<5ut you?” The up-and-up young rancher spoke swiftly; “He says Lucy Blount is his sister, He says she can tell us.” “Well then,” exclaimed the Judge, and sounded hearty once more, “Let’s step over and see Lucy Blount! Any thing she says goes with me. Come ahead, boys—” (Continued Next Week) SANDWICH SPREADS Summer brings the happy prospect of many meals outdoors. Whether picnic, garden party or tea on the lawn, .sandwiches will be almost stan dard equipment. Were it not for the endless and surprising variations and combinations of foods which can be placed between two slices of bread, sandwiches would have disappeared from menus long ago. It is true that the standby of all our childhood Sun day School picnics, salmon sandwich es, are as popular today as ever and appear as regularly as the picnics. Bur the whole story of sandwiches is not told with salmon. Here are some ideas for making delicious sandwich combinations with other Canadian fish. Lobster Spread Combine: Chopped cooked lobster meat; chopped hard-cooked eggs; chopped cucumbers; well seasoned mayonnaise. Sardine Spread Mash with a fork: 6 or 8 large sar-' dines. Combine with 8 or 10 coarsely chopped stuffed olives, lemon juice and paprika. This sandwich spread is especially designed for long waits, it won’t soak the bread even after hours’ standing. Fish Salad Sandwich Filling 1 3 1% y8 y8 1 1 cup boiling water tbsps. quick-cooking tapioca teaspoon salt tsp. pepper tsp. paprika tbsp, butter cup tuna or other cooked Can adian fish, flaked tbsps. pimiento cup pickles, chopped tbsp, vinegar, cup mayonnaise 2 y2 1 % . . Place water in top of double boiler; add dry ingredients and bring to a brisk boil, stirring constantly. Place immediately over rapidly boiling wat- Wellington Mutual Fire Insurance Co. Established 1840. Risks taken on all classes of insur ance at reasonable rates. Head Office, Guelph, Ont. CO SENS & BOOTH, Agents, Wingham. DR. R. L. STEWART PHYSICIAN Telephone 29. * Dr. Robt. C. REDMOND M.R.C.S. (England) L.R.C.P. (London) PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON DR. W. M. CONNELL PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Phono 19. W. A. CRAWFORD, M.D. Physician and Surgeon Located at the office of the Ute Dr, J, P. Kennedy. Phone 150 Wingham Simple Yet Splendid Desserts By BETTY Did you know that the fruit dessert, so popular today when everyone is diet conscious, is an old, old custom? In England, Eleanor, Countess of Leicester, in troduced oranges as a dessert in the year 1290, when juice squeezers or extractors were unheard of and a glass of orange juice would have been a novelty. Fruit desserts have played an important part in the food habits of many countries. They originated and were most used in warmer climates favorable to fruit produc tion. With the cultural develop ment of many fruits, such as oranges, lemons and grapefruit in this country, and- modern high speed transportation, these delici ous natural foods so,favorable to health have become available to all. This year when citrus fruits from California and the southern states are more plentiful than ever before ( and within the reach of every pocketbook is an opportune time to serve them in’ a variety of ways. The Orange Ambrosia pictured is a simple dessert to prepare and an excellent balance with a dinner rich in calories. Orange Ambrosia (Serves 6) 6 oranges, peeled and sliced ¥2 cup powdered sugar % cup grated coconut Arrange orange- slices in serving dish; sprinkle with sugar and coco nut. California oranges are pre ferred for slicing since they are firm-meated and virtually seedless. Two orange desserts somewhat more elaborate than Ambrosia yet easy-to-make are an Orange Spanish Cream and an Orange Shortcake. These recipes are new and recently tested in Betty Barclay’s kitchen. They are excellent. Orange Spanish Cream (Serves 6-8) 2 tablespoons gelatine 2 cups milk £ cup sugar 3 egg yolks, slightly beaten 14 teaspoon salt 1 teaspoon grated orange peel BARCLAY 1 teaspoon grated lemon peel 2 tablespoons lemon juice 1 cup orange juice 3 egg whites, stiffly beaten Orange segments Seedless grapes Soak gelatine and milk together for 5 minutes. Put in top of double boiler and heat. When gelatine is. dissolved, add sugar. Pour this hot mixture slowly over slightly beaten, egg yolks. Return to double boiler and cook until thickened some what, stirring constantly. Remove: from flame and add salt, grated, orange and lemon peel, lemon and. orange juice, stiffly beaten eg®: whites. Let stiffen in 9«inch ring mold. Unmold on serving * plate and fill center with orange segments. Des sert will separate into a clear layer and a layer of creamy sponge. Orange Shortcake (Serves 6-8) This is one of the best fresh fruit shortcake recipes we have tried. Do not omit the orange sauce; it adds immeasurably to the success- of the whole. 2 4 1 %4 1 it • cups sifted, all-purpose flour teaspoons baking powder - teaspoon salt — cup sugar , tablespoons shortening ’ egg Milk Mix and sift dry ingredients. Cut. in shortening. Beat egg in measur ing cup and fill to the % mark with milk. Combine dry mixture with eggs and milk, stirring quickly until a soft but not sticky dough 1* formed, adding more milk if neces sary. Turn out on lightly floured board and knead for a few seconds. Divide dough in half and pat each gently into an 8-lnch layer pan. Bake at 425° F. about 13 minutes. Put layers together and spread top with segments or slices from S oranges, sweetened to taste. Serve with sauce made with: 1 cup orange juice 1 cup sugar 2 tablespoons shredded orange peel er and cook 5 minutes, stirring occas ionally. Add butter and remaining in gredients; blend. Cool — mixture thickens as it cools. Makes 2 cups fill ing. Sardine-Cucumber. Salad ' Drain 1 small can (6 oz.) boneless Canadian sardines, and mash. Peel and quarter 1 medium-sized cucum ber, remove seeds and chop very fine- Mix cucumber, sardines and lemon juice. !4. An ear of corn always has an even number of rows or kernels. Dr. W. A. McKibbon, B.A. PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Located at the Office of the Late Dr. H. 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