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FARMER, have your well drilled now and pay for It twelve months later. Write for quotation and give direc tion from town. : HEATER WELL OO, RAt infill, N. C KENNEDY'S OINTMENT ....L ZLi a-., and Skin Dls " ; ci.i. Fo ale at KeMMvllle f Barker la BeutovUle. C-Lpd. Nancy Hall and Porto Blcan Po- $3.00; 4,000, 11L60. fr.re8h Delivery uuarmn. jrarmerf Exehenge, DRESDEN, HTENNESSEH. -; . ; 6-1-et FOR SALE: BRICK, any euan- Utv. F. O. B. wweew. 'a. J HARDEN, it. 5-26-pd ' aoOTkOt ' S1CEDS! ' Field Peas. Soy Beans, Velvet Beans, Garden Seeds, runt ZTr . nnirk and . Anal gnnv - victory In Japan. . t -C E. Quinn, Knansvllle,. it. v. o-8-it, - . : "' FOR SALE: KraU Baby Carriage, wlthmiauty features. Waterproof, Knee "tloi, and folds Hat From Miller ft Rhodes. 00-For SaOe, $20.00. See Mrs. Elisabeth- Jones Cobb, Warsaw. ' - " ' VIS- pd. - FARMERS If you wn "y ean or fruit trees of any descrip tion better see me at once as tfcey are as scarce as hen's teeth. W. E. BELANGA, BenansvUle, 6-1-4& - FOR SALEt Wood's YeUow Soy n Ml n hraheL See O. It Best, Warsaw, N. or Phone 25S-1 ltpd. fJk Warsaw Drug Co. ; . WARSAW. N. C. J - , There's V, i '.1 nr.: i Cr.'iti: " Ti-Tt "ii .rrrj 1 i, m ' m .-. t ktxurt in f ) I . t 4 t mmt M i cr CRIB t ft , ... v , Jessph M. Jones Joseph N. Jones, 72, prominent farmer of the Pink Hill section died at 2:30 a. m. Sunday at his home. Funeral services were held at the home Monday at 4 p. m. Dr. P, C. Johnson, Baptist mini ster officiated with burial in Ma plewood Cemetery in Klnston. . Surviving are his wife; two sons, Wayne and Wesley Jones, by a former marriage, both, of near Pink Hill; three brothers, Charlie of LaGrange, Ed of Pink Hill and Jim Jones of Brunswick, Ga.; one half-brother, J. M. Jones of Pink Hill: -one sister. Mrs. E. K. Davis of Pink Hill; two half-sisters, Mrs. T. A. Turner of Pink Hill, and Miss Connor Jones of Washington. rar. jones served ror six years on the- Lenoir County board of commissioners and had served on the-county ABC board since its establishment. He was a member of the Bethel Baptist Church for Today i Pattern Pattern 1J, stxes I. t. 4. 8. I 81i . Jumper, 1H ds. 85-in.; Ihcket, 1 yd. Applique pattern given. 8end TWENTY CENT8 In colni (cr this pattorn to 170 Newt- tiper Pattern Dept., 231 Wtst 18ts t, Nw York 11. N. Y. Print alsnily 8121, NAME, ADDRE88) 8TYLE NUMBER. JUST OUT! Sqpd Fifteea Cents nor for our Marian Martin u ro sier Patters Book! Easy-to-malct Hotkes for all. FREE nlghtfown yattera printed in book. 8nd nowl 'XL - - L r 25 years and was a member of .the Pleasant Hill Masonic.. Lodge. FSA FAMILIES GET READY FOR' jB CANNING SEASON ' Puriri S!uritv fnmUiM in Du- plin County are getting ready to wcui vicu vrrii &wu mk'txJ v five more families are buying pres sure cookers this year so they can save time, wood, and a larger va riety of foods, than was possible by the old hot water method. This year with the food short age looming ahead, they will make an extra effort to provide their family with an adequate diet . With the abundance of - fruit trees and berries in "the county, there's no reason why there should be a shortage of fruit, .' Remembering that meat in nec essary, many FSA families . will Asawi' rhAin Mim fwl mmnlir 'rmrrv' nr.J ft CLEAN, for Used Clean H am pers Arid TU bs CAR LOAD NOW IN " 15 CENTS FOR HAMPERS 25 CENTS FOR BUSHEL TUBS Plac Your Order Early As They Are Going To Be Scarce Ralph J. WARSAW ;V : : ( 3 V si if 1 . . .. . . have 15-20 hens to can. One calf and several Jars of pork meat at killing time will find its way on the pantry shelf. . . . Mrs. Madelne E. Smith, Assoc iate FSA Supervisor, urges every FSA homemaker to arrange her work so that ' as many quarts , of food be canned as possible before the rush of crops season comes on to take up . the time of everyone on the farm. Mrs. Smith said that the first step toward security for farm families, is a well filled pentry of home, grown food. . . AT FIRST SIGN 07 666 gJo? FnfigHtfBtjiuLi BRIGHT Jones . ... ... .-,.,4fr. r ----- 0M Sole J" 'MAD USELESS COWBOY By AlanUMay CH4PTEH Z "What good's the corpse of any man?" Lee GledhiU. asked. "No, 1 don't want him. ; lJeave him stay -where he lays." "When you got off the trail, you TbuH-headed bazoop," Melody said, "is on this here idee I killed him. 1 never done so. Because he ain't daid.. He's a hell of a sight more alive than one of us is going to be, if you keep on like you been. Blame It." he-finished, 'Tm getting tired of thisl" . .. ' " - "Then how come you got his sad dle?" s "1 got it offn bis girl, damn it" Lee GledhiU was beginning to glare with that look of outrage which comes to a man who is becoming bewildered, and bitterly resents It . "I'm supposed to think she was wearln' it?" ; , - "I put it on Harry on my pony as a favor. The idee"was maybe it would fool some Jackass like yon, long enough tor Monte to get away. But I'm blamed 'if I'll go through with it no more. If I'd of knowed the botheration this here was going to be, I wouldn't of tetched the whole thing yitn a prod-pole." Lee was looking at Melody weird ly, now. "How well do you know Monte Jarrad?" , "Don't know him any. I never seen him, yet." "So you aim to have me think" Lee Gledhill's voice was strange "you want me to think you was damn fool enough to let some girl talk you Into a thing like this here? You figure I'll believe that such a damn fool could ever have got his full growth?" Melody thought he had him there. "Here I be." he said, "ain't I?" Lee GledhiU said, looking almost frightened, "I never listened to noth ing like this." He turned cadgy again. "What's the name of this girl?" "Monte's girl? Cherry de Long pre." "That's her name, all right," Gled hiU admitted, worse bothered than before. "Monte spoke It frequent." He stared hard at Melody as If look ing at an Incredible, perhaps dan gerous monstrosity. "I don't be lieve you. natcherly," he said. "It ain't in human reach to swaller no such a lie as that lie is. But you never killed him. That I know. now." . "It's a wonder you don't sprain somethin'," Melody said. Lee GledhiU threw away his cig arette now, but he made no move for his gun. He spoke with a taut, low wariness. "I guess I better talk to this girt Lead out, some. Not too much. And remember there's s gun looking down your neck, -every foot of the way from here in." They did not have to ride far, as It worked out Cherry de Longpre was already nearlng Payneville, powdering the road. As Melody and his captor topped a long rise, a tower of dust was toiUnif toward them. Lee GledhiU drew Melody off the road into the brush: but Melody almost immedi ately recognized the de Longpre buckboard, with Cherry driving, and George Fury beside her on the seat George's horse was tied on behind. Melody was able to apprise Lee GledhiU in time (or Lee to flag the buckboard. Cherry had a hard time pdlling down the hard-run team, but got them stopped a hundred yards beyond. Her hands kept tensing and slackening the lines, to hold the re beUlous horses, and she looked at Melody and Lee with poker-faced questioning as they came up. "WeU?" Lee GledhiU took a good look at George Fury, then reached over and took Melody's gun out of his chaps pocket He stuck it into the loose top Of his own boot. George stayed quiet but his eyes were bright and awake, like a watching owl. "You again, huh?" Melody said to George. George looked sheepish. "I come back," he grunted. Lee GledhiU went to the buck board wheel, backing his horse around In such a way that he could watch both Melody Jones and George Fury ai the same time. "Your name Cherry de Longpre?" "Might be," Cherry said sharply. like the snap of Angers. "Take off your hat, If you want to talk to me!" Lee GledhiU hesitated, annoyed that she should catch him up, and make a thing of it' when he-was thinking about something else. Sniff sneer. Sulkily he obeyed, and start ed over. "You maybe heard of Lee Gled hiU," he said. . "Uh huh I see you h:ive." Anybody's heard of him,!' said Cherry noncommlttally. "There's handbills out even, offering a' re ward.". - " - '- A taint insolence came Into Gled hiU' tone. "Been readin', huh? Ail right 'Good. Because I'm him. And eein's you study up every handbiU ybu see, I reckon you know 7 side ride Monte Jarrad." ; "You might even; be named Luke Packer, and work for the express company," Cherry said, with a lump of ice In every wontf'?: :.:?,! "All right" Lee said again. "Nev er mind who 1 be. 1 1t don't change what I'm here for, any. I want to ask you one thing. What became of Monte Jarrad?" Her bands were motionless now, and the whole girl-was motionless; she Watched the riders sidelong, and for moments did not ? seem to breathe. "1 euppose I must have seen him about twice In three years," she said at last She looked at Melody with a hard, blank stare. "Who's that you've got there?" ' Lee GledhiU stua; steadily tor a long space. .. He was looking at her squarely now, holding George Fury in discount "'You mean to teU me," he said slowly, oueerly, "you set there and ten 'me you' don't know you don't know who this man is?" o'". ' J . Cherry de Longpre looked Melody Jones straight in the eyes, but her own eyes were blank. There was no message in them,' either, any more than he could have found in a couple of puddles of gray rain. . . "I never saw him before in aU my life." i- - . ' - Melody Jones stared at Cherry do Longpre unbeUevlngly. . Cherry looked sad and dreamy, showing no sign of tension. Now George Fury came straight up on his heels, shouting as be stood up. If the team had jumped then, be would have been pitched out crop over kettle. Instantly GledhUl's gun came out clicking to the cock In the same motion; but Geosge Fury Ignored the gun, and GledhiU did not fire. "Yew befewzled numpusl" George Fury shouted at GledhiU. "Ha ev erybody gone crazy here but me?" "Who the hen is this?" GledhiU demanded of Cherry. He kept his gun on George Fury, and the corner of his eye upon Melody. Cherry looked at GledhiU with os tentatious significance, and tapped her forehead. "Different" she told him. "Confused like, but helpless." "Never you mind her," George shouted at GledhiU. "She's In It i.. I. Cherry had a hard time pulling down the hard-run team.' with the rest. Monte Jarrad is aUve and kicking, what's left of hlmi He's layin' low in a hide-out, nursin' a wownd and I csn show you where he be!" It stirred up Lee GledhiU. "How far away?" " 'Tain't so fur but what we can make it In time to eat!" Melody started to say, "Don't pay any attention to the old" "Shut ud!" Lee stopped him. To George he said. "Take the lines, Mister. You're on your way. . . ." Lee GledhiU kept them herded to gether when they dismounted at the Busted Nose. "Once and for aU," George said to Melody. "I want you to take note who does the thinking here. I figured out where Monte Is by using my head. I know where he's hid, and even how to git in it. He's been here the hull time, while you was mess ing around blind. And I've knowed thet sence we first rode in!" "Shut up." Lee tnld him. "You're all going to be in trouble in about two jerks!" , George looked him over with slow dispraise; then led the way to the barn. George Fury now took down the canvas windbreakef which hung upon what had once been the waU of a stall: the bales of ragged hay which were piled against the other side overhung the old waU now. There was nonchalance, even a touch of grandeur in George's ges ture as he lightly tossed the Wind- breaker away. DramatlcaUy, with motions of exaggerated finesse, be took hold of the nail on which the wind-breaker had hung, and puUed upon It Frantic now, George ran around the partition to look at the other side. Nothing but a disorderly pU of bay, a couple of bales deep asalnst the wall, was waiting there. Some smaU animal might have been concealed there, or a tribe of rats, but not the hide-out of a man. Cherry de Longpre stood in the broad doorway, silhouetted against the sunlight. She spoke directly to Lee Qledhill, ignoring the others. "There's coffee on the back of the stove." she. toldy him. Her words sounded tired and subdued. "I'U show you the last word I got from Monte, if that will be any help." Let GledhiU considered for a long time, looking poker-faced from one to another of them. "AU right," he said at last. i "Come on In the house," Cherry said, and led the way. ..On the gallery the held the broken screen door open for them while GledhiU made Melody Jone and George Fury precede him Into the kitchen, and the chained bear cub Ben Frank Outlaw Ben Frank Outlaw, 86, died at his hom early Sunday morning, 8 mUea east of Mt. OUve, foUlng lonar Illness. ; Funeral services were held Mon day at 4 p. m. at the home of hi - er- .s v -v nephew, Norwood Summerlin, wlthof his community. scrabbled at her boots, unnoticed. Cherry stepped through the door- , way after Lee GledhiU; and for a moment because he was watching , the others, hit back was turned. i ' Cherry's right hand reached kite the corner by the door where her carbine stood. The carbine whipped ud. not smoothly, as a rifleman might , have taken it but with a direct purposeful practlcaUty, as she might have caught up a broom. She plant ed the muzzle hard in the middle of Lee Gledhul's back. , "Get your hands upl" she blazed . at him. -Melody, take hi gun!" Lee Gledhfll's whole body went -rigid with a jerk; as if he had been truck by lightning. Then very slow ly his hands came up. Melody took Lee's gun, and recovered his own. She snapped orders at Melody and George,-and her cool, indifferent weariness was gone. "Saddle my pony," she flung at them. "I ride that old punkin-seed mare. Then throw down the corral bars, and turn, everything out .Put those broom tails into a stampede that wUl carry them halfway to Texas!" "What about this feller's horse?" "We'U lead him with us." "Horse thieve hang," Lee Gled hUl said, "where I come from I" "You'U find him tied about five milts down the trafl." George Fury kept Lee GledhUl's hands up while Cherry changed into riding clothes. By that time Melody had saddled her round-beUled old roan, and he held it for her to mount. Cherry came close to the animal, then stood hesitating. "What you aim to do?" , "This time 1 know you're leaving the country! I know because I'm going with you and see that you do." "You think a heap of that Monte jigger, don't you?" j She didn't answer him. Melody looked depressed. "Okay," he decided. 'You love him, then." "I always thought I did. Since I was fourteen years old." "And nothing he done ever changed it" Melody kept on. "I don't change easy," Cherry said. "Who ever loved a man for what he did, anyway? That's got nothing to do with it If it did, the population of this country would die out qulckl" Cherry stole a quick glance at him; but there was no more bitter- ' ness in bis face than there had been in his tone. She spoke in a mono- tone, ot looking at him "There's one other thing I want you to do. Not now sometime, aft er aU this has blown over. I want you to come back here then, and turn up the express company's -strongbox. I want you to give it back to the people It belongs to." "Cain't." "I can't make you do it if you won't" " 'Tain't that. I jest don't know where if s at" "I'm going to show you" . He turned and looked at her. but she did not meet his eyes. "Monte told me where it Is." she said. "He told me when he thought he was going to die. There's an old, old cabin that near everybody ha for got. Monte' used It before; but he'U never use it again. It has dobe walls, four feet through. There's a slab sill to the only window. Once ' when Monte was hiding out he dug a cache in the wall, under that slab. It's near big enough to bide a man, if a man could breathe in there. And that's where the strongbox Is, with more money In It than you ever saw In your life. So I guess you know I trust you, now." "Where did you say this cabin " "I'm taking you there." They rode a mile In sUence. The slow dusk of the mountain country was closing in. "I suppose," Melody said at last, "you'U be going back to the Busted Nose, then, after you show me where it's at" '1 don't know. And I don't care much. I'm sick of the whole for saken thing. But I'm going to see you fetched out of this, before I do anything else." "Whut? Why?" "Because you don't know how to take care of yourself, or what's good for you that' why I" "I don;t know why," Melody said, "you set yourself to aU this trouble, now." There was bitterness in Cherry' voice, not his. r "I don't blame you for saying that" Cherry said. "If ever a man had a right to get sarcastic, you're It." "I didn't mean it that way.' Cherry angered unaccountably. "You never mean anything," she lashed at him. "You never com plain about anything, or demand anything, or let out a holler butter wouldn't melt In your teeth I But I know what you're thinking, just the ' same!" - "I carved his name on a tomb stone," she whimpered, "and dropped it square on top of you! How was I to know you wouldn't run? You spoiled everything just be cause you wouldn't rua But I should 1 have told you. I, should have told you what I was trying to do, io you could have had open eyes." Her voice sounded io queer that he leaned forward over his saddle horn to peer into her face; and be saw that she was crying. "You'd of been wrong," Melody said gravely, "to of so done. Be cause I'd of told you to go chase a sting-bee, and I'd of rode on." -, "I wish I was dead!" Cherry burst out hysterically. ' "Don't feel that way," Melody consoled her. '1 wouldn't of missed TO CONTINUED whom he lived; interment was In the family cemetery. The Rev. V. a. Carter of Goldsboro officiated. surviving are a sister, Miss E la dle Outlaw of Mt Olive, and fcov eral nieces and nephews. Mr. Out law was a weu-knawn merchant ) r
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