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The Wingham Advance-Times, 1939-08-17, Page 6WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES MURDER SUSPECT’S WIFEilffWinii^ii I III............ .Iiiwfiw'iwpiiiiiiifl:'. IMTH TUR in 1 v 1 nc BY JACKSON GREGORY SYNOmS Barry HareHl leaves bis Texas home to see the ec-uriiy, ti who has just been she' to be a cousin Ins, Barry helps tune care and Jesse gives Barry a very unusual one. When they past Barry leaves for home but finds the family 5s .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 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. 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 go to see her but she’s missing. Bar­ ry, and a new friend of his, Ken March, go looking for her and find her in a cabin with Sarboe and two other men. Tom Haveril, the Judge Judge Blue’s mountain home. Lucy and others then come, after Ken has: Blue was on the porch to meet him. been shot, and hang the men in the cabin. When they leave Barry stays on. So it was to the bunk that had been nailed in place that he returned. He tried to pull up the floor boards. They • were down solid. He regarded the portion of wall that had been behind the bunk; he noted how a short section of log had been slipped in. He began working at that short section. When it came free in his hands he found a hollowed space in the wall; his groping fingers camejn contact with a small box of some sort; it was of iron or steel, a slight flat thing a man could have shoved into his pocket. Barry opened it. There were papers or something of the sort, wrapped in a newspaper. The newspaper looked old; he noted that it was the Laredo ccl twclvQ years J back up in the hills, beyond Cool wmed out to be r Crick. He says one was Sarboe. The g Jt'cmbcr oi photographs.'! other was the feller that shot you— pictme be looked at was of j; that you said you shot down, Jake perhaps^ six or eight years S says—” was the same girl; the | “Never mind!” said Tom Haveril rght bw been taken the I shortly. uI‘ll come out and talk with . Another and another. He ; you. Back off and wait." To Lucy he the last of all It was | said, looking puzzled: “I’d better find e. * J out what this is all about. Those two, e- stext to it was Lucy Blue. I if they’re alive and are ganging up—” ras the next. And the next I She felt strangely excited, Sarboe at blanket-curtain over the win-1 alive! And that other man — Barry kept stirring, breathing like a live thing—a screen to shut ghosts .out— I or io keep them in here along with - Inns? He jerked his head up to stare I toward the window. The blanket at ■ a lower corner had been shoved aside. I | Barry saw a face wanly lit up by the I |pale lamplight. It was the dead face, of dead Sarboe. Barry was standing with his hat clutched in one hand, the thin flat steel box in the other, when he heard the door open. That everyday sound brought him back in a flash to an.ev­ eryday world. He dropped hat and box together, as he jerked his gun from its holster, the door was flung open. He saw Tom Haveril confront­ ing him, a gun in his hand. They shouted at each other at the same split second, and as they spoke they fired. As Tom Haveril slumped down and then iI I i Haveril! She saw the Judge come home, rid­ ing hard; she caught a glimpse of his face and so- did not call out to him, he looked so worried, so ready to fly in­ to anger. A rider ..came up through the pines. He went to the house, knocked, was invited in by the Judge, speaking brusquely. The two were in the Judge’s study for ten or fifteen min­ utes. The dooro pened and she saw the stranger and the Judge together. The Judge clapped the other man jovial­ ly on the shoulder. He said: “Fine, Joe, I knew I could count on you. So long, and ride happy." Joe went down the steps and along the path toward his white horse down by the barn. Then she heard the shot. And saw the ugly spit of fire from Judge’s hand. The stranger, Joe, The stranger crumpled in the path. fell forward across the doorsill Barry sagged against the wall and crashed to the floor. The spinning world went black and empty for both men. I I Tom Haveril rode jauntily up to 1 “But Tom! Remember you’re just out of the hospital!”. “Call that place a hospital?" laugh­ ed Tom Haveril, and tried to recap­ ture her. His face was still white from seven week’s of being shut up in a room, the first few weeks of which the doctor said he had one chance in a hundred. Tom Haveril had been with her but a few minutes when came someone riding came running up the his big-roweled spurs, ied to the door Tom Haveril was just behind her, looking over her should­ er. “Hello,- Bendy,” he called sharply. “What’s up?” “It’s about Sarboe!” “Sarboe! He’s been dead nearly two months!” “Jake sent me. He seen two men ; into the yard hot-haste. He steps, clanking! When she hur-1 Thursday, August 17th, 193SP cither, you ’ said Bar­ pie is the Radio Actress Jay Meredith, ac­ cording to the New York Daily News, was the wife of Herbert W. Goddard Jr„ now held in the murder of Ruth Frances Dunn of Miami, The paper claims the two separated last spring after a stormy marriage career. HE’S CANADA’S YOUNGEST DIVER Tom Swolwell wa§ only 14 when he The .“Kid,1 started acting as a tender for divers. Now at 18 lie’s Canada’s youngest professional diver and a veteran of many an underwater campaign at that. ,” as lie is known to many- ’ship men, had his narrowest escape- wlien he became bogged in the muck off Owen Sound and had to “blow”" his way to the surface. was so much to be said all round “Tom Haveril didn’t die, know, Barry, he-—" “He’s not Tom Haveril,’ ry. “He’s Jesse Conroy, Laredo Kid. I know now." Ken March scowled. “It’s going to be merry hell for Lucy Blue then," he said. Barry’s brows shot up. What about Lucy Blue? His sister Lucy, holding her arms around his neck, told him, “They’re getting married tonight, Barry. Lucy sect a man over late, after dark, asking us over. I—I guess they’re married by now," Barry sat staring at her like a man carved out of stone and decorated with black jeyels for eyes. “Tonight? Now? Lucy marrying Laredo? Good God!" But, Barry—’’ He flung her arms away and jump­ ed up. “When? Where? Tell me all about it!” he shouted, his voice rough with anger. Lucy started telling, but he did not wait for it all. He learned that the ceremony was set for tonight, as soon as the preacher could be brought to Judge Blue’s house. Barry never rode harder than now, rushing along dim trails to" come to the Judge’s house before it was too late. When from the ridge back of the Judge’s place he caught glimpses of many lights winking through the pin­ es, his heart leaped up. He hammered, impatiently at the door, found it unlocked and flung it open without waiting. As he stepped in he saw Judge Blue coming from another room, looking startled, “Barry Haveril!” exclaimed the Judge. “So you’re alive after all!” “What’s all this I hear about Lucy getting married tonight?” demanded. Barry. “She’s not to marry that devil, do you hear me?” (Continued Next Week) A? ; IB shrugged, “I’m telling you something, Judge," he said drawlingly, “Sarboe’s alive. We saw him shot to death and then strung up. He’s alive.” “That means nothing to me," said the Judge, and rested easier in his chair, preparing to smoke, “It means a lot more than you know! Something else has happened that is none of your business! Now, get this: I am going to marry Lucy —and I am going to marry her to­ night! I’ve fooled with you long en­ ough, Judge,” said Tom Haveril, as cold as ice. “More’n four years now I reckon. Well, I’m at tlie end of the tie-rope right now. I marry Lucy to-night—or * you’re just a hunk of barbecue meat." When Lucy heard Tom Haveril calling to her softly from the living room she went to him. When she came slowly room he chanced first of all few simple words which at could most of all avail him. quite simply: “Lucy, I love you so!” “Do your, Tom?” she returned soft­ ly, wonderingly. “You know I do, Lucy. And I want you to marry me now, right now. I want you to come away with me, to my place. Will you, Lucy,” The Judge came in and said, “Ha! What’s going on here?” And then he laughed genially . “He—he wants me to marry him— right away!” gasped Lucy. “I thought I saw it coming,” said the Judge, He came to her to put his fatherly arms about her; she shrank back and ran headlong to her room. But she laughed back at (them when they knocked at her door and after a while she said, without opening the door: “Yes, Tom. I’ll marry you to­ night—if you will take me right straight to your place." “I’m off for the preacher!” shouted ed Tom Haveril joyously. Then she heard him and the Judge walk away together. And Barry Haveril miles away in a secret and hidden glen in the moun­ tains, was thinking of Lucy and of the Judge and of Tom Haveril as he sad­ dled. He called and Sarboe came shuff­ ling from the place. “I can’t wait any longer, Sarboe,” said Barry. “I’ve got to see my sis- jter and Timberline and Ken March, ?and let them know I’m alive. And | there's someone else—’’ | He was thinking of Lucy Blue. Sar- |boe naturally supposed he spoke of | Tom Haveril, I “Come with me, Sarboe? Or wait­ hug here?” s Sarboe answered with a grimace and shake of the head. Barry had got said Tom Haveril, and he Into the way of reading the meaning I of Sarboe’s slightest gesture. From hfee rime he had been dragged out un- I der the pine where Fennel and Longo ] swung, fee foad pot spoken a single | word. That wao because fee could not ♦ Barry rode alone, font he called hack come back, Sarboe, or Fll send j for you/’ For had it not been for Sar- ’boe, Barry might have bled to death 1 that night nearly two month® ago on hfee floor of tfee lonely eaMn, 2 Of a!1 tfeifo Barry was thinking a® 1 he rode down a winding tfeer traif, First of aW fee rode etraight to the ■spot where he hoped to come on old Timberline, from whom fee might get news before showing fdmeeff in ked Rock. It was long after dark when he came upon, not Timberiine akme, bat with him both Barry’p efeHer Lwey and Ken March, It waa not much of a co* incidence that they were talking about him when fee appeared «o euddcnly before them, Lucy fairly screamed, “Barry!" and bore down upon him like an altogeth* er lovely young avalanche, “Shucks I told you Barry wasn't dead," «a«d a ucornful Timberline, They talked for half an hour, at times all four of them at once, there she the did into the upon the the time He said BRITISH PLOWMEN TO COMPETE IN CANADA a half spin and crumpled in the path. If ever there was cold blooded mur­ der, she knew that this was. She all but fainted, cowering in her hammock. She heard two more shots fired; they didn’t sound like the first, were from another gun. Still she lay powerless to stir. Finally she hurried to her room and threw herself face down on her bed; she wished that she were dead. When after a while Tom Haveril came riding back she heard him, but she did not get up. She heard the Judge, as hearty as ever, greet him at the door. “Come in, Tom; come ahead in. We' are a bit upset here. A drunk fool, Joe Hosmer it was, came out making trouble. Shot at me twice; nearly got me. I had to blaze back at him." Tom Haveril's answer escaped her. She wasn’t sure that he laughed. The two men were walking toward the Judge’s study; she heard the door slam. “So you thought you better kill him — huh, Judge?” said Tom Haveril. “Self-defence," said the Judge, and reached for tobacco. “Sure," A further incentive to prowess with the plough will be given at the 1939 International Plowing Match and Farm Machinery Demonstration of the Ontario Plowmen’s Association which will be held this time" at Brockville for the four daps, October 10 to 13 inclusive. Two North of Ireland champion plowmen have entered the lists to challenge the plowmen of N. America, and the Ontario Association has made a gallant reply. A team con­ sisting of two Canadian champion plowmen, accompaned by the manag­ er of the Association, J. A. Carroll, will tour England, Ireland and Scot­ land to compete where possible, par­ ticularly at the International match to be held in Ireland about the middle of February. This has been made possible by the establishment of the Trans-Atlantic Class in this year’s competitions. The first prize winner in this class will re­ ceive a gold medal, the second winner a silver one, and together these win­ ners will be sent on the trip to the British Isles. Competition in the Trans-Atlantic class will be open to winners of local matches. Last year’s meeting at Minesing,. Ont., was attended by approximately 125,000 people. This year judging by the keen demand for exhibition space for machinery, and taking into con­ sideration the prominence of Brock­ ville and the facility of approach from Highway No. 2, this year’s interna­ tional match should prove a record. Geography Down Under Teacher: "Can you tell ine what: Australia is bounded by, Freddie?” Freddie: “Kangaroos, sir.” u iI It « $ :S 8Bj I I S' GHOSTS SAID TO HAUNT PICTON HOUSE K? ’ • > ■/w ■ Folks down Picton, Out., way fear the home (LEFT) owned by Mrs. just at midnight on three consecutive Thursday nights that neighbors have o also in P,door which police have examined, S. John Armstrong found no cause lot . the strange performance which has ., ’allied a door the house, swears to the truth of the aroused the Prince Edward County leading to the attic with such force, story. 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