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IK * IK BUSINESS BUILDERS * at # IKiKIKiKIKIK^iKfKIKiKiKIKIKiKIKr-K^IK^jKjKIKiKIK LADIES DON'T MISS OUR MILI Tuesday and Wednesday, Sept. 11th and 12th. Austin’s FOR SALE-WE HAVE A FEW small farms in Johnston County. Write Cheatham Brothers, Youngs ville, N. C. BUY YOUR FURNITURE HERE We will save you money. Austin’s. NEW LOT OF BIBLES AND TES taments just received. The best line we have ever carried. THE HERALD Book Store, Smithfield, N, C. BUY GASOLINE HERE TUESDAY Sept. 11th and Wednesday Sept. 12th for 22 1-2 cents per gallon. Austin's EXTRA BARGAINS AT AUSTIN’S. Window shades 50 cents each. Folding bed springs $2.40 each. FLOWERS FOR ALL OCCASIONS. Mrs. C. V. Johnson, Smithfield, N. C.__ WF. SELL SHOES THAT WEAR! Come to see us before you buy your fall shoes. Austin’s EXTRA BARGAINS AT AUSTIN'S. Window shades 50 cents each. Folding bed springs $2.40 each. FOR SALE—50 Duroc Jersey Pigs, pure bred, 12 weeks oki; weigh 50 to 75 pounds each. D. T. Stephen son & Son, 'phone 112-J, Smith field, N. C. WE SELL SHOES THAT WEAR. Come to see us before you buy your fall shoes. Austin’s WANTED: A JOB TO OVERSEE A farm for 1924 will begin Nov 1, 1923, know how to fight weevil and how to grow all crops, good ref ences. H. B. Stephens, Mt. Tabor, N. C., Box 54. _ LADIES—YOU ARE INVITED TO attend our Millinery and Ready to-wear opening Tuesday and Wed nesday, Sept. 11th and 12th. Aus tin’s. IT COSTS YOU LESS AND THE quality is guaranteed at Austin’s. BRING YOUR COTTON TO Aus tin’s. He pays the highest prices. HORSE FOR SALE -GOOD QUALT ties; will work anywhere; weigh about 1,000 pounds; good traveler on road. Apply to W. M. Gaskins at Herald office or to W. A. Price at the J. M. Beaty farm, near Wil son’s Mills, N. C. LADIES—YOU ARE INVITED TO attend our Millinery and Ready to-wear opening Tuesday and Wed nesday. Sept. 11th and 12th Aus tin’s. _ __ FARM FOR SALE—157 1-2 ACRES —3 horse farm; cleared in best section of Johnston county, near Wilson’s Mills and Smithfield, both having high schools, good build ings; land adapted to corn, cotton and tobacco. Terms to suit buyer. Apply to Mr. W. A- Price, M ilson’s Mills. N. C., or Mrs- W. M. Pett way, 82 Versailles Avenue, Nor folk, Va. WE WILL SELL BEST GRANU lated sugar Tuesday and Wednes day, Sept. 11th and 12th, for 8 1-4 cents per lb by the 100 lbs. Aus tin's . BLUE BELL OVERALLS, HEAVY weight, full cut, Tuesday and Wed nesday, Sept. 11th and 12th, $1.39 per pair. Austin’s. LADIES DON’T MISS OUR MILI nery and Ready-to-Wear opening Tuesday and Wednesday, Sept. 11th and 12th. Austin’s BUY GASOLINE HERE TUESDAY Sept. 11th and Wednesday Sept. 12th for 22 1-2 cents per gallon. Austin’s $25 DOLLARS REWARD! 1 WILL pay $25.00 reward for evidence to convict the one who stole my tur keys Sunday night, Sept. 2. About 20 of them are young ones. P. W. La siter, Four Oaks, N. C., Route MEN NEW FALL SHOWING OF Knox Hats. Austin’s WE WILL SELL BEST GRANU lated sugar Tuesday and Wednes day, Sept. 11th and 12th, for 8 1-4 cents per lb by the 100 lbs. Aus tin’s BLUE BELL OVERALLS, HEAVY weight, full cut, Tuesday and Wed nesday, Sept. 11th and 12th, $1.39 per pair. Austin’s. WANTED—A NO. 1 Cook FOR County home; good salary; all year-round job. J. O. Stephenson, Supt., Smithfield, N. C., Route 1. VALUABLE FARM FOR SALE; 587 acres (may subdivide) front ing on Smithfield-Goldsboro road in Sanders Chapel community; near churches and new high school. L. C. Powell, atl.y., Smithfield, N. C. CAME TO MY HOUSE ABOUT September 7th, one male hog; mark split in point of right ear and split in under left. Owner can got him by paying expenses. E. D. Pilkin ton, Smithfield, N. C., Route 2. FOUR TOBACCO FARMS FOR sale cheap. 1 have just sold about 1,000 acres in one tract as pretty a farm as Harnett county affords. I am in the house sick and have been here for over five weeks. 1 find from what my doctor tells me that I must lessen my cares, and I am going to offer t -n nice farms fui a mere song. I am bent on selling Cotton and tobacco bring good prices and farming pays where you can look after it. I have not been out in going on two months and mean to sell. These farms are lo cated near Buie’s Creek, Lillington, Clinton, and Roseboro. Write a card and see J. G. Layton, Dunn, N. C. APPLES $1.50 AND $2.00 BUSHEL. — F. Putnam, 202 Cox Avenue, Raleigh, N. C. The Strength of the Pines m By Edison Marshall Author of "The Vote of 8m Pack nhutrations by Irwin Myen Gofprlffct by Uttl*. Brava A Co. CHAPTER XXI "If Simon Tumor Isn’t a coward," Bruce said slowly to the clan, ‘‘he will (five me a chance to fight him now." The room was wholly silent, and the clnn turned expectant eyes to their leader. Simon scowled, but he knew he had to make answer. His eyes crept over Bruce’s powerful body. ‘‘There Is no obligation on my part to answer any challenges by you,” he said. ‘‘You are a prisoner. But If you think you can sleep better In the pas ture because of It, I'll let you have your chnnce. Take off his ropes." A knife slashed at his bonds. Simon stood up, and Bruce sprang from his Simon Stood Up and Bruce Sprang From His Chair Like a Wildcat. chair like a wildcat, aiming his hard ened knockles straight for the leering lips, lie made tlie attack with aston ishing swiftness and power, and his intention was to deliver at least one terrific blow before Simon could get ids arms up to defend himself. He had given t lie huge clan leader credit for tremendous physical strength, but he didn't think that the heavy body could move with real agility. Rut the great muscles seemed to snap into tension, the head ducked to one side, and his own huge fists struck out. If Rruce’s blow had gone straight home where It had been aimed, Simon wrould have had nothing more to say for a few moments at least. The leap had been powerful and swift yet whol ly Inaccurate. And the reason was just that his wrists and ankles had been numbed by the tight thongs by which they had been confined. Simon met the leap with a short, powerful blow Into Rruce’s face; and he reeled backward. The arms of the clansmen alone kept him from falling. The blow seemed to daze Bruce; and at first his only realization was that the room suddenly rang with harsh and grating laughter. Then Simon’s words broke through It. “Put back the thongs,” he ordered, “and go get ’ your horses.” Bruce was dimly aware of the fall ing of a silence, and then the arms of strong men half carrying him to the door. Hut he couldn’t see plainly at first. He knew that the clan had brought their horses and were waiting for Simon’s command. They loosened the ropes from about his ankles, and two of the clansmen swung him on to the back of a horse. Then they passed i a rope under the horse's belly and tied Ills ankles anew. Simon gave a command, and the strange file started. The night air dis pelled the mists in Bruce’s brain, and full realization of all things came to him again. One of the men—be recognized him as Young Bill—led the horse on which he rode. Two of the clansmen rode in front, grim, silent, incredibly tall fig ures in the moonlight. The remainder rode Immediately behind. Simon him self, bowed In his saddle, kept a little to one side. Their shadows were long and grotesque on the soft grass of the meadows, and ttie only sound was the soft footfall of their mounts. A full mile distant across the lush fields the cavalcade halted about a grotesque shadow In the grass. Bruce didn’t have to look at It twice to know what it was: the half-devoured body of the yearling calf that had been the Killer’s prey the night before. From thence on, their operations became us outlandish occurrences in a dream. They seemed to know Just what to do. They took him from the saddle and bound his feet again, then laid him In the fragrant grass. They searched his pockets, taking the forged note that had led to his downfall. “It saves me a trip,” Simon commented. He saw two of them lift the torn body of the animal on to the back of one of the horses, and he watched dully as the horse plunged and wheeled under the unfamillnr weight. Simon spoke In the silence, but his words seemed to come from far away. “Quiet that horse or kill him," he said softly. “You can’t drag the car cass with your rope—the Killer would trace It If you did and maybe spoil the evening for Bruce.” Strong arms sawed at the bits, and the horse quieted, trembling. For a moment Bruce saw their white moon lit faces as they stared down at him. "What about a gag?” one of the men asked. “No. Let him shout If he likes. There Is no one to hear him here.” Then the tall men swung on their horses and headed back across the fields. Bruce watched them dully. Their forms grew constantly more dim, the sense of utter isolation Increased. Then he saw the file pause, and it seemed to him that words, too faint for him to understand, reached him across the moonlit spaces. Then one of the party turned off toward the ridge. lie guessed that It was Simon. He thought the man was riding townrd Linda’s home. He watched until Hie shadows had hidden them all. Then, straining up ward, he tested his bonds. He tugged with the full strength of his arms, but there was not the play of an inch be tween his wrists. The Turners had done their work well. Not the slight est chance of escape lay In this quar ter. He wrenched himself to one side, then looked about him. The fields stretched even and distant on one side, hut lie saw that the dark forest was hut fifty yards away on the other. He listened; and the little night sounds reached him clearly. They hud been sounds to rejoice In before—Impulses to delightful fancies of a fawn steal ing through the thickets, or some of the Little People In their scurried, tremulous business of the night hours. But lying helpless at the edge of the forest, they were nothing to rejoice in now. lie tried to shut his ears to them. He rolled again to Ids hack and tried to find peace for his spirit in the stars. There were millions of them. They were larger and more bright than any time he had ever seen them. They stood in their high places, wholly indifferent and Impassive to all the strife and confusion of the world be low them; and Bruce wished that he could partake of their spirit enough so that he could rise above the fear and bitterness that had begun to oppress him. But only the pines could talk to them. Only the tall trees, stretching upward toward them, cou'd reach into their mysterious calm. His eyes discerned a thin filament of cloud that had swept up from be* hind the ridges, and the sight recalled him to his own position with added force. The moonlight, soft ns it was, had been a tremendous relief to him. At least. It would have enabled him to keep watch, and now he dreaded the fall of utter darkness more than lie had ever dreaded anything in his life. It was an ancient instinct, coining straight from the young days of the world when nightfall brought the hunt ing creatures to the mouth of the cave, but he had never really experienced It before. He watched with growing horror the slow extension of the clouds. Finally the moon swept under them. The shadow fell around Bruce. For the first time he knew the age-old ter* ror of the darkness. He no longer knew himself as one of a dominant breed, master of all the wild things In the world. He was simply a living creature in a grim and unconquered world, alone and helpless in tbe terror of the darkness. The moonlight alternately grew and died as the moon passed In and out of the heavier cloud patches. Winds must have been blowing In the high lanes of the air, but there was no } breath of them where Bruce lay. The forests were «Henf, snd the 1UIW? ms tHngs and stirrings that reach';d him from time to time only seemed to ac centuate the iuiet. He rpeculated on how many hours had passed. He wondered if he could dare to hope that midriight bad al ready gone by and, through some di vergence from wilderness customs, the grizzly had failed to return to his feast. It seemed endless hours since he had re-entered the empty rooms of Linda’s home. A wave of hope crept through the whole hydraulic system of his veins. And then, as a sudden sound reached him from the forests at one side, that bright wave of hope turned black, receded and left only despair. He heard the sound but dimly. In fact, except for his straining with ev ery nerve alert, he might not have heard it at all. Nevertheless, distance alone had dimmed it; It had been a large sound to start with. So far had It come that only a scratch on the eardrums was left of it; but there was no chance to misunderstand it. It cracked out to him through the unfath omable silence, and all the elements by which he might recognize it were dis tinct. It was the noise of a heavy thicket being broken down and parted before an enormous body. He listened, straining. Then lie heard the sound again. Whoever came toward him had passed the heavy brush by now. The sounds that reached him were Just faint and inter mittent whispers—first of a twig cracking beneath a heavy foot, then the rattle of two pebbles knocked to gether. Long moments of utter silence would ensue between, in which he could hear the steady drum of his heart In his breast, and the long roll of his blood In his veins. The limbs of a young flr tree rustled and whispered as something brushed against them. Leaves flicked together, and once a heavy limb popped like a distant small-callbered rifle as a great weight broke It In two. Then, as If the gods of the wilderness were using all their ingenuity to torture him, the silence closed down deeper than ever before. It lasted so long that he began to hope again. Perhaps the sounds had been made by a deer stealing on Its way to feed In the pastures. Yet he knew the step had been too heavy for anything but the largest deer, and their way was to encircle a thicket rather than crash through It. It might have been the step of one of the small, black bears—a harmless and friendly wilderness dweller. Yet the Impres sion lingered and strengthened that only some great hunter, a beast who feared neither other beasts nor men, had been steadily coining toward him through the forest. At that instant the moon slipped under a particularly heavy fragment of cloud, and deep darkness settled over him. Even his white face was no longer discernible in the dusk. He lay scarcely breathing, trying to fight down his growing terror. This silence could mean but one of two things. One of (hem was that the creature who had made the sounds had turned off on one of the many inter secting game trulls that wind through the forest. This was his hope. The al ternative was one of despair. It was simply that the creature had detected his presence and was stalking him In silence through the shadows. lie thought that the light would nev er come. He strained again at the topes. The dark cloud swept on; and the moonlight, silver and bright, broke over the scene. The forest stood once more in sharp silhouette against the sky. He studied with straining eyes the dark fringe of shadows one hundred feet distant. Then he detected a strange variation In the dark border of shadows. It held his gaze, and its outlines slowly strengthened. So still it stood, so seemingly a natural shadow that some irregularly shaped tree had cast, that his eyes refused to recognize It. But in an Instant more lie knew the truth. The shadow was that of a great beast that had stalked him clear to the border of the moonlight. The Killer had come for his dead. CHAPTER XXII When Linda returned home the events of the night partook even of a greater mystery. The front door was open, and she found plenty of evidence that Bruce had returned front his journey. In the center of the room lay his pack, a rifle slanting across it. At first she did not notice the gun in particular. She supposed it was Bruce’s weapon and that he had conte In, dropped his luggage, and was at present somewhere in the house. It was true that one chair was upset, hut except for an instant’s start she gave no thought to it. She thought that he would probably go to the kitchen first for a bit to eat. He was not in this room, however, nor had the lamp been lighted. Her next idea was that Bruce, tired out. had gone to bed. She went back softly to the front room, intending not to disturb him. Once more she noticed the upset chair. The longer she re garded it, the more of a puzzle It be came. She moved over toward the pack and looked casually at the rifle. In an Instant more it was in her hands. She saw at once that It was nol Bruce’s gun. The action, make and caliber were different. Besides, it had certain peculiar notches on the stock that the gun Elmira had furnished Bruce did not have. She stood a moment in thought. Th< problem offered no ray of light. Sh« considered what Bruce’s first actloj would have been, on returning to th« house to find her absent. Possibly ht had gone In rearch of her. She turned and went to the door of his bedroom She inockt! 1 on !t soft y. MA re jo_ tfiere, Brucel” she called. No ttnswer returned to her. The rooms, In fad, were deeply silent. She tried tue door and found It unlocked The room had not been occupied. Thoroughly alarmed, she went back Into the front room and tried to de cipher the mystery of the strange weapon. She couldn’t conceive of any possibility whereby Bruce would ex change his father’s trusted gun for this. Possibly it was an extra weapon that he had procured on his journey. And since no possible gain would come of her going out into the forests to seek him, she sat down to wait for his return. The moments dragged by and her apprehension grew. She took the rifle In her hands and, slipping the lever part way back, looked to see if there were a cartridge in the barrel. She saw a glitter of brass, and it gave her a measure of assurance. She had a pistol in her own room—a weapon that Elmira had procured, years before, from a passing sportsman—and for a moment she considered getting it also. She understood its action better and would probably be more efficient with It if the need arose, but for certain never-to-be-forgotten reasons she wished to keep this weapon until the moment of utmost need. Her whole stock of pistol cartridges consisted of six—-completely filling the magazine of the pistol. Closely watched by the Turners, she had been unable to procure more. Many a dreadful night these six little cylinders of brass had been a tremendous con solation to her. They had been her sole defense, and she knew that In the final emergency she could use them to deadly effect. Linda was a girl wno had always looked her situations in the face. She was not one to flinch from the truth and with false optimism disbelieve It. She knew' these mountain realms; bet ter still she understood the dark pas sions of Simon and his followers, and this little half-pound of steel and wood with its brass shells might mean, In the dreadful last moment of despair, deliverance from them. It might mean escape for herself when all other ways were cut off. In this wild land, far from the reaches of law and without allies except for a decrepit old wo man, the pistol and its deadly loads had been her greatest solace. The hours passed, and the clouds were starting up from the horizon when she thought she saw Bruce re turning. A tall form came swinging toward her, over the little trail that led between the tree trunks. She peered intently. And in one Instant more she knew that the approaching figure was not Bruce, but the man she most feared of anyone on earth, Simon Turner. Her thoughts came clear and true. It w'as obvious that his was no mis sion of stealth. He was coming boldly, freely, not furtively; and he must have known that he presented a perfect rifle target from the window's. Never theless, it Is well to be prepared for emergencies. If life in the mountains teaches anything, It teaches that. She took the rifle and laid it behind a little desk, out of sight. Then she went to the door. “I want to come In, Linda,” Simon told her. “I told you long ago you couldn’t come to this house,” Linda answered “I Told You Long Ago You Couldn’t Come to This House,” Linda An swered Through the Panels. through the panels. “I want you to go away.” Simon laughed softly. “You’d bet ter let me in. I’ve brought word of the child you took to raise. You know who I mean." Y'es, Linda knew. “Do you mean Bruce?’’ she asked. “I let Dave in tonight on the same pretext. Don’t expect me to be caught twice by the same lie." "Dave? Where is Dave?” The fact was that the whereabouts of his broth er had suddenly become considerable of a mystery to Simon. He had thought about him and Linda out in the darkness together, and his heart had seemed to smolder and burn with jealousy In his breast. It had been a great relief to him to find her Id the house. “I wonder—where he is by now,’ Linda answered in a strange voice “No one in this world can answer that question, Simon. Tell me what yot want.” She opened the door. She couldn't bear to show fear of this man. And (Contir ied on page 3) FOUR OAKS NEWS Four Oaks, Sept. 9.—Misses Mary Hollowell and Luna Lewis, Mrs. W. J. Lewis, Mrs. R. C. Cannaday, Messrs Richard Lewis and David Sanders visited friends in Smithfield Monday afternoon Mrs. W. C. Oliver and Miss Annie Ford were in Raleigh Thursday shopping. Mrs- R. C. Cannaday was in Dunn Thursday shopping. Miss Ailene Blalock, of Ports mouth, Va., and Mrs. J. T. Cole visited relatives in Smithfield Tues day. Mrs- J. W. Hollowell and daugh ter, Mary, returned to their home in Rocky Mount Wednesday after an extended visit to Mrs. C. H. Wellons and Mrs- Sophie Adams Mr. Carl Lewis, of Washington, spent Sunday afternoon with his mother, Mrs. W- J. Lewis. Messrs Milton and Willard Mas sengill were in Raleigh Thursday on business Mr. William Manning, of Wil liamston, spent a few days last week near here with friends. Mr. and Mrs- W- W. Jordan, of Smithfield, spent the week end here with Mrs. Bettie Adams. Among the many out-of-town friends and relatives of Mr. and Mrs. D. W. Lambe, who attended the funeral of their child were Mrs. Ed Shaw, of Broadway, Mr. and Mrs. G. H. Brew, of Bondlee, Mrs. A. A. Lambe ,of Siler City, Miss Annie Lambe, Siler City, Mrs. W A. Beard, Mr. Henry Beard, from Beard. Mrs. H. L- Johnson and Miss Bertha Strickland spent Wednesday in Coats with their sister, Mrs. W. M. Keene. Mr. and Mrs. Wade S. Boyette and children and Mr. George Boyette, of Wilson, spent Sunday here with Mr- and Mrs. S. M. Boyette. Mr. D. W. Lambe spent Sunday with his wife who is in the Sana torium. Mrs. W. E. Strickland spent a few days recently with her daugh ter, Mrs. W. M. Keene in Coats Mr. J. W. Langdon spent Friday afternoon in Fayetteville on busi ness. Miss Annie Ford left Friday for Fairmont, where she will teach His tory and Latin in the high school. Miss Valentine Privett is spending a few days with Miss Luna Lewis. Mr. and Mrs. Fred Baucom, from Wilson, spent the week end here with Mrs. W. C- Oliver. Mr. W. J. Lewis returned recently from Richmond, Ya., and Baltimore, Md., where he bought his fall and winter goods. Miss Beatrice Honeycutt, of Lin den, is visiting Miss Oma Adams who ives near here. Mrs. Mary Rounge, who is matron and nurse at Elon College this year, attended the funeral of her sister, Mrs. M. Durham. Cotton is selling for 28 cents here today. Colored Minister Admonishes Friends. Dear Editor: Please allow me space in THE HERALD to say a few words Now my dear Christian friends, I will endeavor to say that every preacher of the gospel ought to try to save somebody by the help of the Almighty God. John 15:5. “For without me ye can do nothing.” And not only the preacher, but I will say that every converted soul that has been born of God ought to try to save somebody. Romans 10:13, “For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.” You may read the fourteenth and fifteenth verses also, and Psalm 84:11, “For the Lord God is a shield; the Lord will give grace and glory: no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly.” Therefore, I will say if you will keep the temple clean, the Holy Spirit will come in and where the Holy Spirit goes, whosoever feels it certainly knows and the Holy Spirit makes us love one another. I John 4:7, “Beloved let us love one another for love is of God,” and “every one that loveth is born of God and knowreth God for God is love.” Proverbs 3:6, “In all thy ways acknov ledge hin. ard he shall direct thy paths-” It is a mighty good thing to acknowledge him who saved our souls from eternal destruction. Rom. 14:12, “So then every one orf us shall give account of himself to God ” Matt. 24:44, “Therefore be ye also ready for in such an hour as ye think not the Son of man cometh.” REV. A. A. MITCHINER. i Smithfield, N. C. S' September 10, 1923. ^
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