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y r 7: I: r ) i V 7,‘ ci Fon May seri( whi dens kno^ unsc « ir oi n ing Page Two THE HYDE COUNTY HERALD, SWAN QUARTER, N. C . ' —m HYDE COUNTY HERALD I I^BLISHEI) EVERY THURSDAY tile service companies in your , AT SWAN QUARTER, N. C. town or city. All of America i By 1 iiaes Printing Co., Inc. a great and continuous fair, OIARLE.S BOND Editor exhibiting proudly the fruits FRANCES WESTON Adv. Mgr. of the American system. j Devoted to the Interests of Hyde County, and the Belhaven Section of Eastern Beaufort County. Stare’s Richest Agricultural Area. F’amous Region of Fishing and Hunting. AFTER FORTY YEARS Application for entry as .second class matter is pending at the post- office at Swan Quarter, N. C. ONE YEAR EIGHT MONTHS FOUR MONTHS This newspaper congratu-1 lauoo I'y u. nteafOii and his associate, Frank F reeze on tneir splendid 4Utn anniversary edition of last V«l. I SEPT. 14, 1939 ...SI,50 weeK. it IS a great thing tor • A newspaper in a small town to have persisted for 4u years. No. 3 ana to our mind it is a strik- ID of EVIL By CCTAVUS ROY mg tribute to its value and | PUBLISHER’S NOTICE ‘“S . , This newspaper ur^es its readers to send Sei'VlCe tO tile COmillUnlty, | in news items about matters of General mnrA Interest to its readers. Letters must be opcctiVillg lltuic Copyright by OCTAVOS ROY COHEN WNU SERVICE THE STORY which will be exq’aisite Cathedral Gar- dens, famous Southern resort. un known to them, one Jeff Butler, mean, unscrupulous “swamp angel,’ has lea . CHAPTER I—-Beautiful, young Kay t GlO(^U.6ntiy . Forrest has been employed by Christine MrgeTf'':nVhVf"^ aiiything that can be fen^ for publishing obituaries, cards of thanks, SBIu RDOUt it. resolutions of respect, etc. __ _ , Your subscription money entitles you to Th’3 iTOllt ORff© RIHIOUHC©" f„%'.'‘rnd';'e"wrnryo“' tt'’'no^tff^y"us!"li ment Of the pUDlisherS in this , on«£wom£K^-: J?‘'m‘p‘‘tI?.'‘47tcir^.h:Ta*bero"n‘yo;r;':pe;! edition IS a little sermon in { ^/tT^^^Lamera studies. The date tells you when it expires. Send itselt, and We take pleasure | CHAPTER II Kav frequently stays "r^Et’7sTi^ES‘l^te.ras'’^';respon. Ih reprinting it We hope that ; with Mrs K^th Ha-mon her son^Bar- dents, m all communities in which this we maV kOeP thlS papCr gOmg - ■ -- A. r, . paper circulates, to sell the paper on liberal ir r o o commission basis and to send us news. 40 yCRrS. iilCy S3.yi ^rite for details. | When the first issue of the “What, for instance?” , Babe was tense. She said, “Dan— j you ain’t gonna take this sitting down, are you? You ain’t willing to , blow without anybody even having j been punished for killing Kirk?” He shook his head. “I don’t like to, if that’s what you mean. But ; listen, Babe—me and you, we can't buck a whole town.” She said, “Barney Hamilton killed , Kirk.” i “I suppose he did* But everybody : in town thinks he had good cause.” ' “Well, I don’t. You see, I wasn’t hard-boiled with Kirk. I was pretty crazy about him.” , “Sure you were ...” 1 “If I had been bumped off. Kirk I wouldn’t have checked out without ' doing something about it, would ' he?” I “That’s different.” ' “How?” 1 “You’re a dame.” J She placed her hands palms do’wn Thursday, September 14, tnem that this was the residence of Mr. Jeff Butler, sho’ nuff. They glanced uncertainly at one another as they turned from the road and progressed in second across the sandy bit of land between cabin and tool-shed. Jeff Butler’s long figure appeared on the dog trot which bisected his cabin. His weak gray eyes blinked into the sunlight and he shaded them with a bony hand. When he squint ed there were innumerable crow’s- feet at the corners of his eyes, and he cocked his head at an angle as blade sprang open. The figure of the other man came toward him: deadly, mfenacing, seeking combat with this man who had struck first. Jeff slashed with his knife. The blade sank home. Scarcely a sound. And not until the body lay still did Jeff Butler realize that he had killed Kirk Reynolds. The instinct for concealment prompted Jeff to risk detection by dragging Kirk’s body to the edge of the lagoon and sliding it into the black, shallow water. He knew he was taking a desperate chance, but ■rney ‘ vic- nine person, ureeaon. furnishing the inspiration. ership . . . and would be the tims in case the county heeaf”® g, denly righteous after the lyb^ (Ointinuea next week) HOW ONE COUNTY NEARLY $40,000 1 -P Chowan County finds itseli off to the tune of some $37; though better to focus upon his vis- | that—he figured—was better than Taxable values, which will >’ jieldt”^ itors. His high, nasal voice came through the morning air. “You-all lookin’ fo’ somebody?” Dan Creedon answered. “We want to see Mr. Jeff Butler.” Jeff thought it over for a moment before answering. Then he said, “I’m Jeff Butler.” They got out of the car and ap proached the cabin. Jeff watched a 1 on the table-top. The long, slender ! them impassively, his leathern face AN OPPORTUNITY FOR CONGRESS It is a highly significant fact that the comparative conser vatism in fiscal matters shown by the last Congress has in vigorated business. The re fusal of Congress, especially in the closing weeks, to en dorse more fiscal lunacy has, in the view of various author ities, become a tangible in fluence in the interest of in dustrial recovery. That being true, think what would result from a genuine economy program, based on a realistic survey of the nation’s great tax and deficit problem. Think what would happen if our lawmakers said flatly that no additional taxes will be imposed—that the day of un balanced budgets must end— and that a real start will be; made toward orderly reduc tion of the debt, and to bal ancing outgo with income. The consequence of such a policy woul be to open up great new reservoirs of pro ductive investment—and to put an army of unempolyedj men and women to work. For j nothing can be so discourag ing to industry and commerce as a continuous policy of “de ficit financing” by govern ment. Nothing can do more to increase the vast ranks of the jubless. "THE WORLD’S FAIR AND THE AMERICAN SYSTEM This year America is being treated to two magnificent world’s fairs, at New York and San Francisco. Millions of citizens are visiting them. And to the thoughtful visitor, these fairs must appear as a great deal more than colorful and exciting shows—they are living testimonials to our tra ditional economic system bas ed on the freest possible play of individual initiative and enterprise. At the ereat industrial ex- liibits at the fairs you will see vi’vddly presented the achieve ments which are responsible for our American standard of living, the highest by far in the entire world. Out of the work of millions of hands and brains, working in a free so ciety, has come this epochal prooress. Electric power, radio, railroad, automobile, clothing—every exhibit is a monument to the American system-—nrivate enterprise. It is fitting that the two fairs should be in operation at this time. For, to an extent n^^^er Unovm in our hiriorv. this American system of ours has been under at- tqf'U The grf''’ti'=t achieve- Toorits of pri''^'>4^ industry have been minimized. The Mooresville Enterprise went forth on the 8th day of Sep tember, 1899, it was confront ed with many difficulties. First, we were equipped with a Washington hand press and a very small amount of body and display type, which had been leased “on trial,” as it were. With the backing of Hon. A. Leazar and several other citizens prominent in Town, county and State af fairs, we were encouraged and later purchased machin ery and equipment sufficient to carry on, and have added from time to time until the Enterprise today is known far .and wide and has a clien tele of which we are justly proud. We have made many friends during the forty years we have struggled to keep the home fires burning, have had many experiences to cast down the heart—and yet, with all adversities, there has been a reward in the fact that our friends have been stead fast. The publishers of the Enterprise have left nothing undone that we could possi bly do, to give Iredell county the best weekly paper in this section of North Carolina. The publis.hers of the En terprise appreciate to. the fullest the hearty support given it during the many years that have passed. We have gained the ill-will of a few citizens for the reason that the influence of the pa per did not advance their personal interests, when mat ters were more far reaching and affected the entire com munity in which the paper circulates. If we erred, it ■was but human, but whatever was said through its columns ■was for the good of the com munity, in our humble opin ion. We have ever fought for the right of the entire citizenry, for the upbuilding of the community, for every progressive movement that has made our Town a whole some place in which to live. We have never used the col umns of this paper for the abuse of any citizen or to cast aspersion upon even the suspicious. We are grateful to our friends who have sent us con gratulations upon this occa sion, our fortieth anniversary. That is a long time for one concern to live—especially for newspapers. We hope to continue to serve the community for many years to come and we live in the hope that we may continue to retain the friend ship and good will of the thousands of readers. To them we promise our best ef forts to infor^ and entertain through our columns. daughter Margaret, Mrs. Hamilton, a ramarkable woman, conceived the idea of the Gardens following the death of her husband. One night, after a local dance, Kirk Reynolds, a ne’er-do-weU gambler of Beverly, a resort town, and Kay go for a ride. Kirk’s car collides with that of Harvey Jackson, and during the ensuing argument Kirk whips out a gun and kiUs the young, popular en gineer. CHAPTER III—Kay is completely stunned by the tragedy. Kirk threatens to drag her into the thing if she tells even her father. Terror-stricken, she agrees to remain silent. However, the next time she goes out with Barney, he realizes something is wrong. She tries to reassure him, but tells him nothing. Barney is troubled by Kay's predica ment, and determines to find out huw to put an end to it. CHAPTER IV—Mrs. Emma Forrest, Kay's mother, looks upon herself as be ing completely righteous. She is firm, positive and demanding. Her father is exactly the opposite, kindly and unas suming. While at home Kirk Reynolds calls for her, and she is forced to go with him despite her family’s protests. He tells her the circumstances make it necessary for her to marry hirn so she cannot be forced to testify against him if he is accused of Jackson’s murder. They drive to a neighboring town and are married in a brief, and to Kay, paralyzing ceremony. CHAPTER V—The next time they are together Kay tells Barney she loves him, but is married to Reynolds. She refuses to tell him why she married the gambler, but he promises to try to understand. Meanwhile, Miss Sonia (Babe) Henkel, Beverly beauty operator of questionable morals, and Intimate friend of Kirk Reynolds, berates him for marrying Kay, feeling that he has overlooked a responsibility to her. CHAPTER VI — Jim Owenby, land scape engineer in love with Margaret Hamilton, discusses the affair with her. He is sure Kirk has married Kay so she cannot be brought into the case. But he is afraid of what might happen if he and Barney confront Revnnirio CHAPTER VII—Barney is forced to whip Jeff Butler, discharged from the Gardens for drinking. He is warned that the unscrupulous Jeff will look for a way to even the score, but is not worried over the possibility. He knows Butler is absolutely worthless, but does not realize that the shiftless swamp angel may have it in his power to cause trou ble for all concerned. CHAPTER VIII—Sonia Henkel is an gered when Kirk tells her he intends to bring Kay to live at the hotel. He thinks this will keep people from talking about the murder of Jackson. He has been linked by gossip to the crime. Reynolds calls Kay, who, despite Barney’s pro tests, can do nothing but agree to ac company him. CHAPTER IX—When Kay has finished packing, her father ana brother, Andy, call at the Gardens to talk to her. They do not know she is going with Kirk. They leave and Reynolds fails to show up. The next morning his body is found In a nearby lagoon. Kay is frightened by the possibility that Barney, Owenby. her father or brother may have killed Kirk. The sheriff questions them, and thev rtpnv of the killing. CHAPTER X—Doctor Morris, loved by every resident of Beverly, Iras been vociferous in his defense of Kay. He dislikes the gossip that has been spread concerning her marriage to Reynolds, and regarding her posing for Miss May nard’s photo studies, and tries to stifle the flow of loose talk. fingers with their crimson nails were trembling. “Before I leave this burg,” she announced, “the guy that killed Kirk is gonna get his.” Dan Creedon was worried. “Don’t go getting yourself all worked up. The cards are stacked against you, Babe.” “Going yellow on me?” “Answer that for yourself.” “Y’ou’re fixing to run out.” “I know when I’m beat.” “Well, I don’t!” Her voice was hard. “You can blow whenever you get good and ready. Me—I’m gonna do something.” Creedon shrugged. “If that’s the way you feel about it, cut me in.” Suddenly her eyes were filled with tears. “Gee, Dan! That’s swell. But I don’t want to get you in no jam.” “I can take it.” “You mean you’ll stick?” “If you can sell me on an idea, yes. And get this straight, it ain’t that I think you’re smart. You’re crazy to step into any more trouble. But I never have run out on any body and I don’t figure to start now.” Babe straightened. She walked across the room and back again. Her lips were pressed into a straight, scarlet line; there were tiny, verti cal furrows in her forehead. And expressionless. What he was think ing—or if he was thinking at aU— they could not teU. His costume definitely informal . , . overalls and ragged shirt with sleeves cut off above the elbow. They walked to the house and onto the dogtrot. “My name is Creedon. This is Miss Henkel.” “Yeh ... I know.” They stood about awkwardly. Then Babe spoke. “You here alone, Mr. Butler?” “Yes'm . . Jeff was neither cordial nor hostile. He simply stood there, rocking slightly on the balls of his overlarge feet. “This is very important,” said Babe. “I want to be sure nobody can overhear us.” .Jeff shrugged. “There ain’t no body heahabouts.” “Good!” Babe lowered her voice. being recognized en route to his 1 county nearly 800 in new re' .giiue' home, and then of having Kirk’s |.as a result of hiring an ,nt body found. He escaped. He slithered away into the shadows of the night. He lurched back through the swamps to his home in Big Moccasin. And for hours he drank steadily. He was palsied with fear. And aU the next day he drank until someone rode by his place and mentioned that Kirk Reynolds had been mur dered, and Jeff had asked, “Who done it?” tax supervisor, of value to other counties, people refuse to list their effir’®' • kf be The idea niiS”' carS’ Some people try to argue they not belong to list their cars paid for on conditional sales tract. The law not only rcQ'*’ it, but the buyer signs tjjig' ment to that effect when b>by j when The Chowan commissioners order®' __ _ Dunno,” said his informant, “but I Supervisor William Privot to ^ She felt that she understood this folks is sayin’ it was Barney Hamil ton or either Andy Forrest. It sho’ is one heU of a mess.” Babe was surprised—and pleased —with the readiness of Jeff Butler’s response. She had hardly anticipat ed so eager an aUiance. She had sought Jeff because the lanky swamp angel was the only person in all Beauregard County whom she knew had reason to hate Barney Hamilton. And she did not know that Jeff was still thinking. He was thinking that if anything happened to Barney Hamilton, the public would be glad enough to con sider the matter closed. If a suspect has been executed for murder, the populace does not interest itself in foun" otbei an investigation. He also nearly $60,000 worth of property unlisted. .-gn- In connection with his inves tion there were also more P*" payers placed on the .county’s oo and property valuation ih . ^ hich heretofoi amount of $47;979 was untaxed. Besides, in the course 15 work, Mr. Privott added x-. dogs for taxation, 12 of which ' males and three females. man and knew how to handle him. But there was one thing that Babe Henkel did not know. One vitally important thing. Babe Henkel did not know that she was seeking help from the man who had killed Kirk Reynolds! other suspects. It is willing enough The Commissioners appe^’’® I- be very 'veil pleased with I suit of the investigation, hri .express the belief that I other property in the county which no taxes are being P “You mean you’ll stick?” “The government has tried very foundation stones of j every scheme except the right democracy have been uncier- business. Busi- mi’^ed. Individualism has i , held up to scorn and ridi- ^ ^ further in debt; it looks for- ■ward to the day -when there ■will be renewed confidence in the future and particuarly the :. c5x-,bpfn based government’s fiscal policy, I and freedom from persecu- c’De p-’^iness baq been re- u--’-of UGs campaign ^ 5 o o ri svstem is a detern-inpH attempt to c*r>TYifi “ISTTI. can b.ardly believe' y*" ;* Xny"other’ attempts to u-z. Aw,erican people will fall iappease business are super- ^ ficial aids which only prolong Yc I’w- this. A century and half ago we were among the ’east of the powers—today we are the greatest power on earth. That unprecedented progress has come from pri- '’ate enterprise—from the work of free men. engaged in free undertakings. It is all CHAPTER XI—Sonia Henkel calls on Prosecuting Attorney Dixon, demanding that the murderer of Reynolds be brought to justice. She tells Dixon she is sure that Barney killed him, and asks him to take immediate steps. He is un able to do this, lacking both inclination and evidence. Meanwhile Kay is stay ing at home with her parents. Barney calls, takes her riding, and tells her the only thing that prevents them from get ting married Immediately is that people would believe he killed Kirk, and that he was marrying her in order that she would not be forced to testify against him. CHAPTER Xn-Kay is informed that the money left by Reynolds goes to her as a matter of law. She refuses to take it, and offers it to Babe Henkel, who will have nothing to do with her. Meanwhile. Ernie Watts, pool hall hoodlum, has dis covered a picture of Kay in a New York newspaper. He pastes it on the pool hall window Andy. Kay’s brother, discovers it, and promises to whip the man who put it there. CHAPTER xni—Watts, to maintain reputation as a tough, calls at Andy’s filling station. During the course of the fight Doctor Morrison, who has appeared on the scene, is seriously injured by one of the roughnecks. In the days that fol low, all Beverly is worried. Beloved “Doc” hovered between life and death, bringing to a crisis those things which so upset Beverly. CHAPTER XTV the day of reckoning.’ terville, Iowa, News. -Es- Engelhard Church Renovated Rev. C. K. Wright was unable to hold his semi-monthly service at ^ Engelhard Sunday because the in- shown magnificently at the 'terior of the Methodist church fairs. And it is shown, too. all there is being renovated. For perhaps five minutes after the departure of Sheriff Grin, Babe Henkel said nothing more. Dan Creedon watched her—sympatheti cally. Eventually he spoke, and his voice was kindly. He said, “Snap out of it, Babe.” She turned smouldering eyes upon him. “The louse!” she snapped. “Griffin? You’re crazy. He can’t protect us any more because they won’t let him.” “I ain’t thinking about that, Dan. I’m talking about running us out of town.” “Well. . .” He shrugged. “There’s nothing to do but scram.” She came closer and leaned over the table, her eyes boring Into his. She said, “That’s what you think.” “Sure I do.” “WeU, you’re wrong.” “Now listen. Babe . . .” “You listen to me. This town ain’t gone suddenly moral. Things don’t happen that way. It’s a cover-up,” “For what?” “For Barney Hamilton. ’They don’t want to do anything to him, so they’re getting rid of us.” Dan said, “Maybe. And what can we do about It?” “Flentv.” finally she spoke, as though the mere fact of words might clarify her ideas. “Listen—there’s just exactly one guy in this town who might help out.” “Who?” She spoke in a tense whisper: •■Jeff Butler!” “He probably won’t work out, you know.” “Sure I know. But we got to try him.” ■■■What are you going to suggest to him?” ■‘I don’t know the answer to that one. either. But after I’ve talked to him a few minutes ...” She put her hands on Creedon’s shoulder. “What I want you to do is this, Dan: Beat it do-svnstairs and mosey around town. Find out where Jeff Butler hves and how to get there.” Dan rose, though with visible re luctance. “You ain’t being very bright, Babe.” ■‘We’ll see. And bring Kirk’s car back when you come. I’ll be ready.” He returned in forty minutes. “Got the dope,” he reported, ’‘and 1 think I can find the place. Let’s go.” They drove east—toward Big Moc casin Swamp. 'Their road wound into the swamp. At best, it was poor, and eventually they came to the old and untouched section of highway: a road-bed reinforced with sapling trunks. They were jolted and jounced unmercifully on this corduroy road; their wheels skidded in the deep sandy ruts. Dan Cree don gave his attention to the busi ness of driving, and Babe Henkel sat back in her seat, staring into the cool shade under the pines. Thinking . . . It was eerie, desolate country. The swamp weighed upon her, so that she shivered. She said, “God! How can human beings live out here?” His answer was apparently irrele vant. ’‘Think we’d better call it off?” She shook her head. “No.” Then. “Think you can find the place?” “I think so. They said this was the only road.” And then they came to the cabin they sought. An old Negro, repair ing the ancient harness of a bony mule with a bit of rone informed Jeff dragged out three cane-bot tomed chairs, and they seated them selves. Then Jeff asked, “What you- all cravin’ to see me about?” Babe hesitated, but only briefly. “It’s about Barney Hamilton.’’ “Yes’m.” Jeff was noncommittal. “He killed Kirk Reynolds.” Jeff swallowed, so that his Ad am’s apple bobbed up and down alarmingly. His shrewd, weak eyes narrowed and focused speculatively i upon the orchidaceous woman oppo site. But he betrayed no emotion. He merely said, “You reckon?” “I’m sure of it.” A warm glow suffused Jeff. He had been considerably perturbed since the night he had killed Kirk, and it was pleasing to hear someone declare suspicion of another’s guilt. So Jeff merely said, “He could of,” and waited. Babe talked straight. “You hate Barney Hamilton, don’t you?” “Yes’m. I reckon I do.” “He beat you up, didn’t he?” “Yes’m. He never give me no chance. Just hit me when I wasn’t lookin’.” “And you’d like to see him get what’s coming to him for killing Mr. Reynolds, wouldn’t you?’’ “Maybe.” “Then,” said Babe, “you can help —if you wiU.” Jeff Butler produced a dirty sack of tobacco and a malodorous pipe. With fingers that were not altogether steady, he tamped the tobacco into the bowl and held a match to it. Fragments of unpleasant recollec tion caifie to him: the fight with Barney Hamilton, his own ignomin ious beating, the drunken stupor from which he had roused himself the following day with head splitting and pride irreparably injured. He had turned back to his jug of raw corn liquor and sought the soli tude of Big Moccasin Swamp to re flect upon the indignity which had been put upon him. He had brooded for hours, fanning himself into an unreasoning anger against Barney Hamilton. His meager brain—be fogged by alcohol—had concentrated upon this single idea: that his honor had been dragged through the muck. He convinced himself that Cathe dral Gardens was a cesspool of iniq uity, and that any man who de stroyed a portion of it would be do ing a fine community service. And so he had cut himself a lightwood knot and had lurched through the swamp that night with the idea of burning the Hamilton home. Of com mitting arson. Of jeopardizing hu man life. Of exacting revenge for the beating he had so justifiably suf fered the previous day. Half stupefied with corn liquor, and finding therein a courage which ■was not natural, keyed to high pitch by the magnitude of the thing he planned, Jeff Butler had skirted the Gardens and approached the house from the rear. He knew that the family would be in the front of the house, that the Negro servants had left, that the Gardens were not then open to tourists at night. Walking stealthily, carrying his lightwood knot, making a stern ef fort to control jagged nerves, reflect ing upon the nobility of his enter prise . . . and thoroughly terrified, Jeff Butler had come closer and closer to the house. And suddenly, in the darkness, he had collided with a man. Instinctively he struck at the mas culine figure before him. There was the bruising impact of fist on flesh; then a snarl from the man who had been hit. A snarl and a vicious threat. Jeff stumbled away. He dropped his Ughtwood knot and grabbed for his claspknife. At the touch of his thumb the Iona, keen to accept the fact of punishment as proof of guilt. And so Jeff remained willing—though cautious. Babe caught Dan Creedon’s eye. The gambler nodded and Babe took the hint, pressing her advantage. She said, “They’ll never do any thing to Barney Hamilton for kill ing Mr. Reynolds, will they?” “No ma’am. I reckon they won’t. It’s only us po’ folks that gits pun ished fo things.” Then he added hastily, ‘‘Fo’ things we never done.” “I know Barney killed him. I know why Kirk went to the Gardens that night. Mr. Dixon knows it, too, but he says that ain’t evidence. They’re not even going to arrest anybody. And they’ve told me I’ve got to leave Beverly.” “How come, ma’am?” “Because I was a friend of Kirk Reynolds’, that’s v;hy.” “Shuh! They never give nobody a square deal.” Babe’s voice was hard but per suasive. “You hate Barney Hamil ton, don’t you?” “Yes’m. I sho’ do.” “WeU, so do I. And I’m not going to get out of town without doing something about it.” “Yes’m ... A man like him ain’t got no right to live. He ought to be lynched ...” Jeff’s voice trailed off. Three pairs of eyes looked startled, in recogni tion of the fact that a chance re mark had given them their cue. Jeff repeated, “He ought to be lynched ...” The idea penetrated. Babe said, “If the law won’t punish him—some body ought.” And she was sincere about it. She was convinced that Barney had kiUed Kirk. And Jeff Butler was thinking—clearly now, “Was Barney Hamilton to git hung, there wouldn’t nobody never suspeck me of doin’ it.” The situation was sardonicaUy perfect Jeff was more than will ing—^he was eager. Babe asked, ‘‘Could we?” Jeff nodded. "Folks heahabouts Is mighty het up about things. Miss. They say the Gardens was buUt by the Devil. Preachers been talkin’ ■bout how bad things are. An’ we never did crave to have no Dam- yanks cornin’ down heah killin’ our own folks.” Dan Creedon spoke. “Let’s talk turkey, Butler. We’ve plenty of money, and we’re wiUing to spend it. We’U see that you’re protected if anything should go wrong. Have you any friends who wiU help?” “I reckon so.” “Do you hate Barney Hamilton enough to go in on it?” “I ain’t got no use for that feller, mister. Not no use at all.” “Then, wiU you?” Jeff pondered. He saw the future, if Barney were lynched. The pub lic would know why . . . that he had been strung up because he had mur dered Kirk Reynolds. And if any body had to be punished for the lynching bee, it would be these two outlanders. Dan Creedon and Babe Henkel. Folks didn’t like them no how. Jeff said, “I reckon it could be done, ma’am. Us folks heah in the swamp is God-fearin’. We b’lieve in right an’ decency. We all the time say it would be an eye fo’ an eye . . . and the law ain’t aimin’ to take no eye fo’ somebody killin’ Kirk Reynolds.” Babe asked, “WiU you do it?” “I’ll try.’’ “When?” “Tomorrow night maybe.” Jeff blinked. “But you-aU both has got to be there.” ■‘I’ll be there,” said Babe. Jeff was highly pleased. He who had murdered Kirk Reynolds was about to avenge the death of the man he had killed by directing the lynching of an innocent person. Mr. Butler’s sense of humor was not highly developed, but this struck him as irresistibly funny. He was erateful to Babe and to this satur- I However, they anticipate re- th® valuation of all property ir. ^j| county in 1941, w’hen they property wi’A be placed on books for taxes and which w suit in some property being higher than at present. CLASSIFIED ADVERTISING Advertising in this column costs one cent a word; min*' mum charges 25c. If T®!* want io rent, to buy, to sel*> to get a job, to hire help. find something lost, fuc classifieds will do the job. .’itb WANTED: To get in touch "■'it owners 'vlio want to sell proP' efty ot at Kill Devil Hills, Nags Head on Roanoke Islancl. Write ’ Hughes, 111 Corcoran St. ® Durham, N. C. TYPEWRITER for sale; long cal' ndi- riage Underwood in good - tion. Apply Times office. Ter ^ if desired. TYPEWRITERS and adding chines sold and repaired. Pro*’.b service. Lowest prices. Rep®' guaranteed. Office equipment se vice. 107 North McMorrine h Elizabeth City, N. C. hig’’' FOR SALE: Large lot facing way, adjoining Ward apartmei in Manteo. Address Box Manteo, N. C. nts i5, if BEST PLACE to buy Gas. 5 $1.00. Other goods reasons ,ble‘ New location, one mi. north Hawk Station. Baum & Sou S® vice Station. A21' HELP WANTED:’Southern BeauW School, South’s Foremost Beuu Sehool, Wainwright Bldg.i i Duke St., Norfolk, Va. Accredit^” J6tf AFTER SEPT. 14th until notice my shop will not be op^^ for shoe repairing. EBEB ' WESCO'^TT. SS^ MARK EVERY GRAVE—For en during monuments call, phone D. T, Singleton, ^ ' Elizabeth City, N. C. stone delivered and set Notary PuWic opposite Fort Ralf*®! Hotel, B. R. Wescott. Manteo, fl- of land> LARGE HOME, six acres oi offered near Wanchese. Excel e^^ for small farming, and near fi.shing and good harbor, g° , roads. Address FARM, Box ' Manteo, N. C. and FRESH COUNTRY EGGS Chickens any time at Coinl Bridge. Fine quality. See J- , Overton; visits Nags Head a Manteo every Thursday and day. .- FERRY schedule ROANOKE FERRY COMPAN^ Fort Landing, East Lake, Roa^*' Island, Manns Harbor Feri’ie® Leaving Manteo *7:00 a.m. 8:30 a.m. *10:00 a.m. *11:30 a.m. 1:00 p.m. *2:30 p.m. *4:00 p.m. 6:00 p.m Leaving Manns Harho 7:30 a.m- 9:00 a.m- 10:30 a.m- 12:00 no»n 1:30 p-n*‘ 3:00 P-*”' 4:30 P-n*- 6:30 * Connects with East Lake Landing Ferry Going West. Leaving East Lake 8:30 a.m. 1:00 p.m. 5:30 p.m. Leaving Fort Landing 7:30 a-iu- 12:00 nooJi 4:30 P-n»‘
The Hyde County Herald (Swan Quarter, N.C.)
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Sept. 14, 1939, edition 1
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