’*■ Average of Over $5,000,000
Per Day for Entire Year
Has Been Spent
During the year 1934, the
the Farm Credit Administra
tion loaned on an average of ov
er $5,000,000 per day for every
day of the entire year. Includ
ing farm mortgage loans, short
term production loans, and
loans to farmers marketing and
purchasing co-pperatively. the
total amount advanced during
the year aggregated $1,830,
000,000.
About two and one half times
as many loans were made in
1934 as in 1933. The peak
loan period last year was
reached in June when more
than $192,000,000 was loaned
dnring the month.
It is significant to note that
a larger volume of credit far
mers on a cooperative basis in
1934 than ever before in the
history of the country. In this
-way farm resources in the
United States have been thawed
out throughout the country. It
is also significent that collec
tions on all types of farm
loans have improved steadily
during the year. If the farm
er is to continue on the road
to recovery, in the field of farm
credit, it will be through the
effective use and sound opera
tion of the farmers cooperative
credit institutions, it has been
said.
During 1934 almost half a
million farm loans were closed
aggregating $1,285,000,000.
Through this method and its
volume the foreclosure menace
resulting from the depression
has declined.
Applications for mortgage
loans have fallen off to about
one fourth of the peak, which
Indicates that the pressure of
farm debts has diminished and
confidence in farm investment
values have increased.
More than 125,000 farmers
have borrowed more than $110,
090,000 from their cooperative
mini-niiin
|| KENANSVILLE NEWS ||
jj By MRS. N. B. BONEY jj
Mrs. J. 0. Bowman attended
the reception given in Snow
Hill on last Tuesday afternoon
by Mrs. W. B. Murphy, honor
ing the officers, delegates and
pages who attended the D.A.R.
Convention in Goldsboro last
week. Mrs. Bowman helped
Mrs. Murphy receive her guests.
Mrs. N. B. Boney and Janet
spent Wednesday in Goldsboro
with Mrs. Hattie S. Kornegay.
A. J. Blanton and R. C. Wells
accompanied N. B. Boney to
Kinston Thursday on legal
business.
Mrs. Graham Wells and small
daughter, of Wallace, spent
Thursday here with Mrs. R. V.
Wells.
Misses Reva Pickett and
Louise Wells arrived Friday to
spend several days with their
respective parents before re
suming their studies at E. C.
T. C., Greenville, for the spring
term.
The in-coming and out-going
officers of the woman’s Auxili
ary of Grove Presbyterian
ehurch met on Thursday after
noon at 3:30 o’clock in the home
of Mrs. J. O. Bowman, the new
president. The retiring presi
dent, Mrs. N. B. Boney, presid
ed over the meeting, during
which time the secretaries of
the various causes of the local
auxiliary were chosen for the
year 1935-1936. They will be
Installed with the general of
ficers at the annual meeting on
March 25th by the pastor. Af
ter the business session a soc
ial hour was enjoyed, during
wuiuii lime uic iivolcoo, flooioi |
ed by Mrs. Jno. A. Gavin, serv
ed chicken-sandwiches with ic
ed-tea.
Mrs. Jno. A. Gavin, chairman
of the 11th district of N. C.
F. W. C., attended Woman’s
Club meeting in Atkinson on
last Wednesday where she was
a specially invited guest. She
was accompanied by Mrs. Jim
Farrior of Warsaw.
The Woman’s Missionary So
ciety of the local Baptist
church observed week-of-pray
er last week. Coming as a cli
max to their prayer services
wa8 a union meeting on Friday,
March 8th, at 3:30 o’clock in
their church in observance of
"World Day of Prayer”. Mrs.
v W. E. Belanga presided over
the program which had been
‘ Blanned by Mesdames Alton
ARGUMENTS HEARD ON
JACKSONVILLE PROJECT
Washington, March 11.—
The house ’rivers and har
bors committee heard argu
ments today in support of
dredging a ten foot channel
in New River to link Jack
sonville, N. C., and the intra
coastal cannal which crosses
the mouth of the river twen
ty miles below Jacksonville.
Representative Barden and
- Nere E. Day of Jacksonville
a member of the North Caro
lina house of representatives
told the committee the area
round Jacksonville would
provide increasingly large
freight traffic for th« propos
ed waterway.
Newton and N. B. Boney. Spec
ial music was rendered by
Mrs. F. L. Goodman, accompan
ied by Mrs. C. D. Dobson. There
were about 25 ladies present,
A silver offering was taken and
will be divided equally between
home and foreign missions.
The next annual Day of Prayer
for world wide observance will
be in the Presbyterian church
on April 10th, 1936. The pre
sidents of the three local Mis
sionary societies will form the
program committee as has been
the usual custom.
Mrs. D. S. Wiliamson enter
tained at a bridge supper on
Saturday night, March 9th,
from 6:30 to 10:30, honoring
her husband’s birthday. At
tractive place cards, carrying
out the St. Patrick’s idea, seat
ed the guests as they arrived,
to their tables, tastefully ar
ranged for the occasion. The
guests included members of
Mrs. Williamson’s bridge club
and their husbands, also Mr.
and Mrs. C. H. McSwain and
Miss Betty Jenkins.
Mrs. Williamson was assist
ed by her sister, Miss Minnie
Malloy, in serving a delicious
supper in three courses.
During the games which fol
lowed, it was found that Mr.
J M. Brock had compiled high
score far the gentlemen and
Mrs. Brock for the ladies. She
was also winner of the travel
ing prize. Low score prize
was presented to Mrs. Oliver
Stokes and C. H. McSwain for
the ladies and gentlemen res
pectively.
Circle No. 1 of the Woman’s
Auxiliary of Grove Presbyter
ian church met on Monday af
ternoon at 3:30 with Mrs. J.
M. Brock. The Bible Study
was in charge of Mrs. F. T..
Goodman. A goodlv number of
members were presnet.
Circle No. 2 met on Monday
night at 7:30 with Mrs. Nor
wood Boney. Following the
business session a social hour
was enjoyed at each meeting.
KENANSVILLE SCHOOL
NEWS
Honor Roll 6th Month 1934-’35
First grade: Thomas Quinn,
Huntress Register, T. C. Sum
merlin, Kathleen Chambers,
Gibson Lanier, Inez Quinn,
Irene Grady.
Second grade: Mary Eliza
Benson, Lucy Brown, Mamie
Lou Horne, Mary Lily Riven
bark, Loran Jones.
Third grade: Helen Jones,
Winnie Quinn, Joy Houston,
Bertha Casey, Wilma Brown,
Sallie Reitha Brown.
Fourth grade: Irene Brock,
Mamie Jackson, Jimmy Jerritt.
Fifth grade: Annie Kate Jer
nigan, Pattie Sue Southerland,
Louise Williams, H. E. Sand
ers.
Sixth grade: Annie Mae
Brown, Clara Mae Kennedy,
Mary Lily Quinn, Ruth Carol
Nix, James Earle Jones.
Seventh grade: Hattie Belle
Dunn, Robert Jones, Cramner
Williamson.
H. S. Dept.: Beecher Sitter
son, J. O. Bowman, Jr.
High School B. F. C. Roll:
Aldelle Brown, Eleanor South
erland, Ellen Southerland, Iola
Daughtry, Polly Casey, Bettie
Benson, Doris Dobson, Erma
Mae Aman, J. 0. Bowman, Jr.,
Beecher Sitterson, Viola Al
phin, Garland Rivenbark, Dur
wood Murray, Lila Shaffer.
When an individual offers to
sell you something, whether
goods or services, for nothing,
the prospect is that you will
pay heavily.
SIXTH INSTALMENT^
SYNOPSIS
Young Ed Maitland, son of a New
England seafaring family, and the
hardened gambler, Speed Malone
met on a trip north to the Yukon
gold fields in ’97, when word of the
rich ores there first came down the
Pacific coast. Maitland was deter
mined to win back his lost fortune
before he returned home. The two
men became partners, Speed promis
ing not to get angled with the law
if he could help it, and to clear out
from the partnership if he did
Frenchy, the fisherman whose smack
took the two men north; Lucky Rose
the beautiful girl who had given a
ring to Maitland as a keepsake;
Fallon, camp leader, resentful of
Rose’s attention to Maitland; Stein
er, the money lender; young Pete
and his drunken partner, Bill Ow
ens; Brent, old-time prospector;
Garnett, well-to-do traveler who hir
ed Maitland and Speed to take his
things over the mountains—these
are the principal figures in the story.
Malone, Maitland and Garnett haul
ed part of his stuff from the can
vas camp on the Shagway beach ov
er the trail to the camp in the hills
called Liarsville. The trail was in
bad condition. Speed wanted to close
it and mend it. Fallon wanted to
push on.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
“A bunch of us,” said Brent,
with a smoulder in his tired
eyes, “aim to call a camp meet
in’ at one o’clock—when the
crowd’s in and before the back
trainin’ starts, so we can get a
full vote. That’s why I spoke
to ye. Can we figure on you
boys to stand in?”
Speed looked at his partner.
It was their one remaining
chance of keeping Garnett on
the trail. “You can count on us
to vote,” he said, “but that’s
all.”
Brent signified that he ask
ed for nothing more, and leav
ing them, went up the trail to
collect more voters.
When they returned to Liars
ville the camp was crowded.
Here and there the dispirited
faces of mud-draggled men
showed that Fallon’s decision
meant the end of the trail for
some of them, but they accept
ed it as the harsh law of the
stampede. Brent’s chance, ev
en of a hearing, was more than
doubtful. The trail of the part
ners had reached a critical im
passee.
Before they reached the ca
che, they met Garnett coming
toward them, looking careful
ly along the river path. He
listened in silence to Speed’s
tactful account of the trail,
and agreed to attend the mass
meeting.
But he was visibly more in
terested in some sounds that
came to them from the vicinity
of the bridge. A metallic
“come-on” chant rang strident
ly through the hollow, above a
babel of voices and the river’s
brawl.
rsot a game oi cnance,
friends. A simple test of skill.
The quickness of the hand de
ceives the eye.”
“Suppose we give the game
a spin while waiting for one o’
clock,” Garnet suggested. “You
need some relaxation.”
“You can spit it,” Speed de
clined. “If I had the jack it
wouldn’t relax me none to give
it to a shell rigger.”
The sunlight that pierced the
canyon mjst fell on a noisy
crowd around the dealer’s pitch
table, many of them not follow
ing there to wait for the back
ing there to wait fo rthe back
trail to clear. A player had
just placed a bet. From the
higher ground at the bridge
head they saw it to be the man
with the sheepskin coat, Pete’s
partner Bill. Noticeably drunk,
Bill was swaying on his heels.
Fallon and one of his outfits
stood near, watching him play.
“I guess we’ll pas's this,”
said Garnet prudently.
Speed did not answer. His
attention had been arrested by
the pallid, narrow-eyed, face of
the dealer, on which the sun
light fell squarely. “Seems like
I’ve seen that bird somewhere,”
he muttered.
While Bill stood shifting hie
wealth between his hands, the
yellow head of hi3 young part
ner appeared beside him. Pete
was trying to pull him out oi
the game. Ignored by Bill, the
boy said something to Fallon—
not audible from the bridge
Fallon brushed him out. oi
the» way with an impatient
backward fling of his hand
The blow might have been un
intentional, but the hand was
heavy and ringed. It cut the
boy’s cheek and sent hiir
stumbling.
“Damned shame,” said Gar
net.
Speed swore to himself. Pete
broke away and went up the
canyon while Bill was oblivious
to everything but the stakes he
was vaguely counting.
The dealer hastened to cov
er the incident. “.. . Not a game
of chance, miners. The quick
ness of the hand—” Here the
dealer’s voice hung trailing,
his eyes, roving ov£r the crowd,
suddenly encountered and
locked with Speed’s. A look of
incredulous wonder pierced his
mask.
“A thousand,” maundered
Bill.
“Shoot it, Bill,” said Fallon.
“I’ll copper you some in case
you lose.” He laid a small stack
fellow.' The play ain’t through
yet.”
A slight twist in the corner
of Speed’s mouth ghowed that
this was not unexpected. “No.”
he said, “the play isn’t through
yet, only it’s a new game.
They’s a stretch of trail be
tween here and the bridge up
the line that needs fixin’ al
mighty bad. Horses and out
fits has been lost on it. You’re
the boss of this camp and you
have a big string of mules and
can take a chance of lightin’
through in one haul. You don’t
give a damn for the small min
er who has to relay his pack ov
er that slew with one horse or
“No,” said Speed, a slight twist on his lips, “the play ain’t
through yet, on’y it’s a new game.” I
of gold pieces on the table, as
Bill lurched forward and plac
ed his double handful of mon
ey.
The dealer’s eyes, which had
returned to the game, quiver
ed upward as a clear drawl sud
denly spoke over the heads of
the crowd.
“I’ll bet a thousand on Bill
to win!”
The discovery that it was
Speed who had spoken aston
ished no one quite as much as
Maitland, who knew the limits
of his resources. The offer had
ibeen made to the dealer, but
Fallon wheeled around with a
scowl that darkened when he
recognized the speaker. Cock
ing his cigar, he drew a large
roll from his pocket and slap
ped down a counted sum on the
table. “There’s a thousand says
you’re a cheap four-flusher,”
he said.
“Look out!” The words fell
from the dealers lips in an in
voluntary murmur.
“Oh, he won’t shoot,” said
Fallon easily. “He’s one of
them would-be-gunmen. Chews
a lot but ain’t got no fangs.
Ain’t got no money either.”
Speed, in fact had not mov
ed except to reach into his
pocket for money that was not
there. He had not looked for
this exact result, and was stiU
framing his next move. None
the less, his composure remain
ed perfect—even when, to his
surprise, his fingers closed ov
er a wad of bills. Fortune
sometimes favors the absolute
gambler. This time the means
of her miracle was Gariiet, who
had quietly slipped the roll in
to his pocket.
“I mean money,” growled
Fallon, at the first hint of de
lay. “You can’t run a whisper
in’ bluff in this game.”
Doubt struggled with fear in
the dealer’s face when the in
sult was ignored. Speed walk
ed up to the table stripping a
sheaf of clean one-hundred
dollar bills from Garnet’s roll,
and laid it alongside Fallon’s.
Then his eyes pinned the deal
er. “You can deal this any way
you figure healthy,” he said.
“On’y remember I’m backin'
Bill to win.”
The dealer’s pale visage
turned paler; he lowered * his
head to conceal a twitching oi
his mouth.
There wa3 a craning momenl
of silence. A hum ran through
the crowd as the dealer liftec
. | the shells. Fallon ripped ai
I oath of chagrin and unbelief
Bill had won. Speed pickec
i up his own and the other’s
stake, and was turning awai
when Fallon called him back.
“What I took ye for,” snarl
ed the camp boss. “A brag-anc
!^run gambler. Pull up there
none. Well, some of us figure
different. Four days’ work with
the camp drafted will put the ,
trail in shape. It’s the only'
chance for a lot of the boys
who’ve sunk their last red to
get here. You can’t run a
white miner’s camp without
takin’ count of the common |
prospector. That’s rock bot-1
tom—stampede or none. If you
doubt it, Fallon, and want to
gamble, I’ll bet yo.u this yer
thousand the camp ain’t back
of ye.”
The stillness in the canyon
was complete, save for the
gush of the river. Quietly as
the words had been spoken,
they had touched every in
stinct of the crowd at once.
Shrewd malice curled Fal
lon’s eyes. “I’ll take your bet,” |
he said. “These men knowj
what a delay would mean. If
you think you can halt ’em the
idea will cost you a thousand
and somethin’ more.”
Now that it had an outlet,
the response of the crowd
broke loose. “I’m with you,!
brother,” a man called out to
Speed. “That’s talkin’ ...” and
similar endorsements mounted
over the voices of dissent.
“Hold on,” barked Fallon,
above the tumult, “and swivel
your muzzle-loadin’ brains on
what this crook’s playing for.
Who is he? Where’s he from?
Blowed into camp two days ago
a busted drifter; now he’s
flashing money. Ever meet a
‘fixer* on the gold trails? Well,
the inside crowd in the Yukon
is workin’ hard to plaster ever’
good location before the Stam
pede arrives, and here’s a slick
frame to freeze you out.”
The argument was far-drawn
but cunningly gauged to an au
dience of credulous, impatient,
gold-fevered men.
Speed parried it promptly.
“That won’t hold gravel,” he
declared. “The river don’t
freeze till the first week in Oc
tober. Four days won’t hurt
that margin, and most of the
camp will gain time on a trail.”
“What you ain’t primed to
answer,” returned Fallon, "is
who you are and what you’re
doin’ here with that bunch of
money and no outfit.”
me outlaw creased a cigar
ette paper. “You’re switchin’
your bet,” he said evenly. “The
question ia whether the boys
want to make a trail. But if
you want to talk personal
how does it come that a man
who’s so alD-fired anxious to
see ever’ one get to Dawson,
spends hig time makin’ this
miner drunk and persuading
him to bust hisself at a skin
game. Another is that coward’s
lick you took at the kid a while
back.” The cool tremerity of
the challenge held the crowd in
a spell. “You ask where I come
from,” Speed continued. “I
come from a state where a man
low enough to do a thing like
that would be booted out of
a camp of horse thieves.”
Fallon’g hands flashed to his
guns and stopped there, a
puzzled seam deepening be
tween his eyes. He could not
imagine anyone taking such a
chance unless he were sure of
an advantage. On Speed’s part
it was sheer gambling—one
of those reckless yet clear
headed gestures of which in
stances are not unknown in the
annals of the West, where gun
men have sometimes been chal
lenged and held without the
touching of a weapon.
The hush was suddenly brok
en by Brent, who had arrived
with his backers, and judged
it time to cut this fuse. “Who’s
fer fixin’ the trail? Make it a
showdown, boys!”
The uproad forced Fallon to
suspend dealings with Speed
while he met a different threat.
Heads were counted in a con
fused din. A majority showed
for Brent’s proposition, but
many had not declared them
selves either way.
“That’s no showdown!” yel
led Fallon. “To fix the trail
you’ve got to bar it. Try and
you’ll damn soon find how much
of the camp’s behind me. You
can’t bar it.”
“We’ll go to bedrock on that
point right now,” Brent shot
back. “We’ve got the man who
will see the job done, and the
miners’ committee sure needs
a new chairman. Get behind
this men.”
There was a tangled burst of
enraged and jubilant shouts.
In the confusion it was a mo
ment before Speed could make
himself heard. This was more
than he had counted on. “I
ain’t the man for the job,” he
said. “I’m a stranger and I ain’t
pattient enough to argue with
suspicions. Put up one of
your own men.”
“Patience be damned,’’
growled a sun-browned Arizona
Heads Co
Board
]
P^S
WASHINGTON . .. Mrs. EHiiiy
j Newell Blair (above)', fa the new
chairman of the . Consumers Ad
! vtaory Board of the NRA to su<f»
ceed the late Mrs. Marx Harriman
, Rumsey.
miner. “Who all’s askin’ you to
be patient?”
Fallon, sure of himself now,
lit a fresh cigar and flicked the
match meditatively in Speed’s
j direction. “The man don’t live,”
!he said complacently, “who can
; bar a trail when my outfit gets
I ready to go through. As for this
| meddler, he don’t amount to a
puff of smoke, and I’ll 8how you
| he don’t—” and the camp boss
put his hands on his guns. “I
called him yesterday for a liar
and a horse thief, whichever
was his fightin’ word. But that
was too mild, I say now that
he’s a sneakin’ liar and a yel
low coyote, both.”
(Continued Next Week)
The longer we live the long
er we hope to live and the more
we learn tthe less we know we
know.
Doctors Know!
...and thoy use
You’d use a liquid, too, if you knew
how modi better ft makes you fed.
A liquid laxative can mays be
taken in the right amount. You can
gradually reduce the dose. Reduced
dotage it the teerd of teal and toft
rditf from constipation.
Just ok your own doctor about
this. Ask your druggist how popular
liquid laxatives have become. The
right liquid laxative gives the right
kind of ndp—and the right amount
of help. When the dose is repeated,
instead of more each time, you take
lot. Until the bowels are moving
regularly and thoroughly without aid.
People who have experienced this
comfort, never return to any form of
help that can’t be regulated I The
liquid laxative generally used is Dr.
Caldwell’s Syrup Pepsin. It contains
senna and cascara, and these are
natural laxatives that form no habit.
It relieves a condition of biliousness
or sluggishness without upset.
To relieve your occasional upsets
safely and comfortably, try Syrup
Pepsin. The druggist has it.
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