New Britain Herald Newspaper, March 17, 1922, Page 9

Little Brvmul.anpnyJV REGIN HERE TODAY BILLY WINGO, good-natured and youth- ful range-rider of Golden Har, disap- points the gang of cattle thieves and pol- iticlans who elegted him sheriff when they thought he was too easy-going to tnterfere wth thelr law-hreaking. After Hazel Walton has saved him from being shot from ambush, Billy quarrels with Hazel, who wants him to resign tromi tho offico In order to escape danger. RAFE TUCKLETON, wealthy cattlo thief, hires DAN SLIKE, professlonal gunman, to kil Tom Walton, Hazel's uncle, and Billy Wingo, Judge Driver and District At- tornew Rale aro partners in Tuckleton's scheme, TIP O'GORMAN, political leader, to have part In It and condemns the suggested murder, Simon Reelfoot, an- other one of the cattlo thicves, notifies Billy that two of his cows have heen shot and requests an immediate investigation. Bomething In his attitude makes Billy Suspiclous. Go ON WITH THE STORY “No,” he ‘resumed, in a tone that was unmistakably relieved, “it don't pay to go off half-cocke “No, it don't,”” concurred Billy, wondering greatly, both at the change in Simon’s expression and the _relief in his tone. Why? He desired to know why. Ior among his other vices, Simon was friendly with Rafe Tuckleton and his preclous gang. Billy Wingo slouched casually past the window through which Simon was looking. He perceived, kicking 1 way through the snow, Mr. Tom Driv- er, the local justice of the peace. There was no one eise in sight. Intered the judge. “Good morning, gentlemen,” was the judiclal greet- ing. *You're not going anywhere, are you, Bill?"” he inquired. \ “Reelfoot's had two cows shot,” ex- plained Billy. “Shotgun and 1 are going to see about it."” “Only two cows,” sald the judge. “You can send Riley Tyler instead. I have a little business to go over with you, Bill—a county matter. And—" “All right. Tl stay. Riley, 1 guess you'd better go with Shotgun.” 1t was pure chance that enabled Billy to catch the gleam of satisfac- tion in Reelfoot’s. eyes. Why was Si- mon glad that he, Billy Wingo, was not going with him on the trail of the beef-killers? When Shdgun and Riley were gone away with Reelfoot, Billy looked across at the judge and nodded. “What's it all about?” he asked curiously. “Jake Kilroe,” replied Judge Driv- er. “He's been selling liquor to the Indians.” “He always has.” “1 know he has. grace to the community. stop.” & The door opened and Skinny Shin- dle entered. He laid a note on the desk in front of Billy. “I stopped at Walton's,” said Shin- dle, “and Tom's nlece glmme this. She said I was to be sure and give it to you as soon as I could.” “When did she give you the note?” Billy inquired casually. ) “Oh, round half-past two.” Without another word Shindle turned and walked out. Billy Win-, go opened the note. 1 “Dear Billy: “Please come out here as soon as you can. Come tonight without fail. I need you.” It was signed with Hazel Walton's full name. Billy unfolded the note, read it again, then tossed it into the card- board box that served for a waste- paper basket. He crossed the room to an open refuses And it's a dis- It's got to ——— —— —_______} FROM SOUTH CAROLINA T0 MAINE WOMAN SENDS FOR RELIEF. To have a suitable laxative, one which she,knows will prove effective, be easy to take and guarantee pure, Mrs. Peter Velme, of North Charles- ton, 8. C., sent up North. She says: “I have great faith in Dr. True’s Flixir, the True Family Laxative and ‘Worm Expeller and have been using it for over ten years. I send for it to my old home at Oxford, Me.” That s only one of many endorse- ments and rcasons why you too should use Dr. True's Elixir—a pure herbs compound just suited to the needs of men, women and children to keep stomach and bowels in normal gon- dition. Used for over 70 years. This shows what a good, well-established product it is. 40c—60c—$1.20. o Pseaar o o s e ) BRINGG HOME THE OYSTERS FROM HONISS’S ALWAYS FRESH 20-30 State Street Hartford Telephone 3374—3375 - FOX’'S -:- -Monday Evening CHAMPIONSHIP DANCE CONTEST - door giving into one of the inner rooms, Passing through the door- way, he pushed the door partly be- hind him. Billy applied his eye to the crack between the door and the Jamb, ! Billy saw the judge lcan forward, pluck the note from the box and dive noiselessly across the room to the stove, The jud ophned the stove door and dropped the letter on the top of the blazing wood. Closing the door as noiselessly as he had opened it, the judge returned to his chair, sat down and crossed one knee over the other, Billy returned to the office. The judge made to rise. “Well, 1 won't keep you any longer. We'll let the Kilroe business wait over a .few days." “Sit down, Judge,” Billy Wingo murmured softly, his hand resting as if by chance on the butt of the six- shooter, “'Sit down, do." “Judge,” he remarked suddenly, *deceit and fraud should he remedied onn all occasions. Tell the why you put that letter in the fire?"” “Give it any namc you like,” re- plied the jurist carelessly. "I don't feel llke answering your questions.” “Yeta 1i'l while back you didn’t mind answering any questions 1 felt like asking. Was it to gain time, Judge—to gain time till Skinny Shin- dle came in and did his part with the note from Mige Walton? Dumb, huh? Perhaps you'd rather tell me why Simon Reelfoot acted about the me way. I expect you were de- layed getting here, huh, Judge? Si- mon kept looking out of the window alla time, I remember."” “Be advised,” said the judge sud- denly. “You can't buck us alone. You should know that. “1 should—maybe,” returned Billy Wingo. “But I fecl like taking a gamble with you. So instead of go- ing to Kilroe's, we'll do what the let- ter said and go out to Walton's to- day.” . The judge lifted his eyebrows. “We?"” e, “You're confirmed Billy going with me.” said the judge. insisted Billy Wingo. “And what's more, I'll lend you a suit of my clothes and my white hat and my red-and-white pinto. Which there ain't another paint pony colored like mine in this county: and just to make It a fair deal, I'll year your buf- falp coat and your fur cap, and I'll ride one of your horst The judge's face wore a curiously calmly. BILLY SAW THE JUDGE PLUCK THE NOTE IFROM THE BOX. mottled pallor that gave it the hue of a dead fish's belly. ‘“‘Are you in- sane?” he gasped. “Not me,” denied Billy Wingo. Ior a space he considered judge, then he said: “I guess we're ready now.” Despite his professional calm the judge almost bounced oyt of his chair. “Riley! Where—" “In the kitchen with door open, explained Billy. “He didn't go with Shotgun and Reelfoot a-tall. Reel- foot wasn't completely successful in separating me from my deputies.” “Riley,” sald Billy Wingo, “I guess we'll need another witness, T won- der if you could get hold of Guerilla Melody."” “I won't go,” feebly. “You said that before,” said Billy Wingo, in no wise moved. “You'll go all right. Do you wanna Kknow why? I'll tell you. You see, Judge, I know what I'm up against. T know that the only barrier that stands be- tween me and the graveyard is the lead in this gun. I like 1 I enjoy it. Besides, I'm too young to die and too sinful and all that. Therefore it's my business to see I ain't cut off in the flower of my youth, et cetera. It's my life or yours, and it's not gonna be mine.” CHAPTER IX. Guerilla Melody regarded the judge without expression. “‘Huh,” he grunt- ed. “Huh'" Within the quarter-hour they rode out of a belt of cottonwoods into the Hillsville trail, three wooden-faced men and the wretched judge. The lat- ter rode in front, with head bowed on hunched shoulders. A mile from the ranch house they climbed the shelving side of the draw and rode across the flat to where a straggling growth of pine and spruce made a black, pear-shaped blot along the smooth white slope of a saddle- backed hill. Beyond and below where the draw met the for Riley the judge declared this lower spruce, ground S/Qfefu \ Horlicks ik : Farlnhnto.lnnlldl-naGmlngmndun The Original Food Drink For All Ag and lost its identity as a draw, was the Walton ranch house. The four men reached the trees, rode in among them. Three of them dismounted and tied their horses. The fourth: “Get down." The judge got down, Swiftly his hands were tied behind his back, and his eyes were thoroughly blind-folded with his own silk handkerchief. Guerllla Melody seized the judge's right arm and forced him into mo- tion. Billy Wingo removed his overcoat. From a voluminous pocket he took what appeared to be a roll of cloth. He shook out the roll and discovered the common or garden variety of cotton nightshirt, size fifty. “If whoever's in the house can pick me out from the snow after wear- ing this, I'll give his eyes credit,”” he muttered, pulling on the garment in question over his head. i’ He buttoned the nightshirt with metriculous care, fished a washed flour sack from a hip pocket and pulled it over his head. Without any fear of being discov- ered, so confident was he that it INFANTS and IN‘\!SI'\(I;!)I')‘S o Horlick’s Avoid Imitations and Substitutes Richmilk, m-it.d graln extractin Powder ‘No Cooking = Nourishing = Digestible would be impossible to, see him against the white background, he ap- proached the right angle end of the Kitchen. At the corner of the kitchen he dropped on his knees and one hand. Here behind the windbreak the snow was no more than two or three inches deep, and he crawled along the side of .the house toward a faintly glow- ing window that was his goal. Inch by inch Billy ed a slow head above the window sill. For a long time he could see nothing with- in the room but the fire in the fire- place and a big chair over which had been thrown a buffalo robe. 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