The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on March 25, 1949 · Page 13
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March 25, 1949

The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas · Page 13

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FRTCAY, MARCH W, 1949 'ARK.) COURIER MBWS THlKTBBH UT OUR WAY By J. R. Williams Our Boarding House with Maj. Hoople \ KKIOWS IT BUT \ IT'6 OMW TH' " ONES HE KK1EW WO, AN 1 DO/T EYE Me Like THAT EITHER 1H' BULL ff W VJOOPS CHEWED SO CLEAN AN 1 , MR, MORGAN*.' HMZ-EUMPH f ME M»M OP'AFPAaRS MAIK-TRIG66R D6CISIOJ4 66CAO&S VJ* IWOW EACH SILLY <3UE6TlOf\JSf'-'~ I'LL TH6 \ICST FOR YOG/ iDEAL DIDt*T TAKE Oft AtJy UOMSER TWWJ IT DG6S '0 STOP IA.USHIWG UtJDER WATfcH.'— WfcLl, K£86'S vou« MiMt STOCK. T_'LL BLAME ME" I'VE NEVER TOLD A •SOUV. ABOUT CHEW IN'.' He THOUGHT ONLY THEM CLOSE TO HIM KNEW IT. ARE OMTH6 HOT SEAT- LISTEMTO'EM WJCKIM'. THE TARWISHEP SHIELD FRFX:XLRS A HIS FRIENDS By MERRILL BLOHfil Br«*k Down, Brother All for All It is untrue Hint cncli star In Hie I United States flag represent an I Individual .state, but they collec- I lively repre-scnt the 48 state of the I Union. Political ta Announcements Subject to Municipal Election Al>ril 5, 1949 For Mayor DOYLE HENDERSON E. R JACKSON By Bob Wade and Bill Miller QUEEN ^^•^51, M *•* *~t I* w«,>. I(A SUVICI. IMC For Alderman First Ward RALEIGH SYLVESTER JIMMIE SANDERS Second Ward WALTER C. GATES J. W ADAMS Third Ward .JENNINGS BAILEY LOUIS G. NASH Fourth >V:ird (Two to be Elected) J. WILSON HENRY LESLIE MOORE We know watches EXPERT Watch repair XXXVI I 1OI1N 1IENKY squinted al the luminous dial of his wrist walch. U was nearly hour hours since Ihcy'd left the Bar C Ranch, The moon was directly overhead now, melting the shadows at the bottom of the tortuous canyons. He stood up in the stirrups and' tried to find a more comfortable position. Sin twisted around on her horse, her tired face pale in the moonlight. "Something wrung, honey?" "1 was just wishing this horse and I would have a meeting oJ minds," he called. "Wc'vt me! every place else." Beyond her, Trim halted his horse and said, "Not so much talking, please. If Barsclou hears us—' John Henry lapsed into moody silence. The constant prospect o sheer canyon alter sheer canyon was monotonous. He punched knee into his horse and it stopped "I meant giddap, Nightmare," h said wearily and tried a heel. H* came up alongside the other two • Prompt Servici All Work Guaranteed Reasonable Prices DHEIFUS Meel Dreifui ... Wear Biamnnds m MSI \\\\\ in. «TORU IK MIMPHIS, H.TIKIVIUI AID a Crappie or Catfish 24 HOURS DAILY Special Sunday Dinner 75c Simpson Cafe Ark-Mo Slate Line ic confessed tin ally. "Two or ire*, I guess, They Just seem (o ome one at • time." Trim pushed his cocked hat ock farther on his bald hcutt and rinncd encouragement, "Didn't mean to hound you. Guess I'm citing a little worn down myself, keep worrying os'er what, the jflice would s.iy if they could see me now. What's next?" Right one," Sin replied »uio- maticaUy. • • • PRIM flicked his reins and began to move toward the next gap i the hifih stone corridor. The Jonovcrs trailed alter him. Sin drooped in the saddle, her hair aouncing at every lurch o? her horse. Her husband put over a comforting hand and stroked her shoulder. She lifted her head and smiled wanly at him. For a while after they made the turn into a new chasm, there wa no sound except the clip-clop o hoofs and the occasional swish o a tail. A spark enlivened, the gloom drooping. "Cm scared," she sni needlessly. t "The horses miiUc noise enough, 1 don'l have (o wuvn yuvi two lo be tjuiol from now on." "I'll say you don't." The FIJI man slt'in^lUencd in his cuddle. "Wlittl'fi the next one, Mr*. Conover?" Sin squinted studiously. Tti« number seemed to elude her. "Loft —-left—two," she said doubt(u!ly. Trim's horse plodded forward. >HEY passed lh« first gray rrkouth of a canyon on the lelu riders. "You do think we must be now and then an iron sho nearly there, don't you, Mr. Trim?" Sin was asking anxiously. Thes Federal agent wa» indefatigable. He sat erect and alert in the saddle, apparently as fresh as when they had ridden away Crom the ranch house. His narrow shoulders shrugged under the blue buccaneer coal. "I hope you can answer that better than I can, Mrs. Conover. How many more numbers are there?" Sin pushed her eyes shut and put her hands to her cheeks. She lelt wrung dry. "I don't know," glanced off rock. The walls, odd) carved by the wind, towered al most 100 leet over their heads. Trim reined in. He lifted hi pug noj;e upward, sniffing. Si whispered, "What in H?" **We'r« getting close," Trim muttered. "How come? Whoa, Nigh iare! N "Do you smell anything?" Tl Conoverg sniffed tentatively- caught a wtiifl ot smoke jusl the Campftre." "Barselou?" "Maybe." Trim sucked air ov his teeth. "Or Mr. Jones." John Henry's sleepiness disa peared as excitement hit him li a cold shower. Sin's eyelids qu SCO'lT ALLEY SIGN & NEON SERVICE • Hetler Signs • l?ellcr Service SOS North Franklin Plume 320:i THE 'GRAVES COMPANY Real E*tdt- O.SCIOL \^ Lodn- - Insurance BLYTHE\ILL£ Phone 3075 COTTON FARMERS Clicmlcitlly delinled culton seed gerimimLc quicker, pUnl and plow the same week. Reduce chopping expense and produce more cotton per acre. STATE CKI1TIFIRI) VAKIKTIKS AVAI1.AUI.K I). & P. L. No. 14, per 5U Lb. Ua* J10.00 I). « f. L. Nn. 15, Per 50 Lb. Ba K 10.00 "! Stoneville 1 B, Per 50 Lb. Baz 10.00 *' Sloneville Z C, Per 50 Lb. Bag 10.00 Kawdcn 41-B. Per 50 Lb. Bag 1«.M Half A Half Olibrcd) I'tr 50 Lb. B»t It.H Coder's 100 Will Resistant, Per 50 t.h. Baf 10.00 PanJa, Per 50 Lb. Baf: ,,,^1S.M Empire, Per 50 Lb. Bnjf 10.00 Come in and place Tour order or "ct ronr supply today. BLYTHEVILLE SOYBEAN CORP. Phone ftM BlythevMTc Ark. Phnne 857 | Branches: Leachville, Ark., llornrrbvlllc, Mo. and Senalh, Mo. TUDEBAKER FARM DITCHES DITCH BANK LEVELING PRIVATE ROADS V*' OR ANY EXCAVATION S.J.COHEN Contractor LYNCH BLDG. BLYTHEVILLE ARK. • (Phone 364-6 awt2525 Here's Your Truck! m There's a new kind of Operating Economy in every w siz« and whecllrase of the New 1919 Sluclebaker Trucks. Come by today nnd look over our complel* - ^S _ line of ' Chamblin Sales Co. i VYuur friendly Sludehaker Dealer" Railroad & Ash Phone 2195 'S TUDEBAKE \MH6N I WA I QUAV£R TMC CATS QUV SO VOU WEM A MCLIOW CROONER t>inu INFLATED MAT-fUO( r U4T JUST WHEW HE THOUGHT na WAS BTO JOE-.- You were right, dear, telling M« to wntoh for good bar, , gains in jpring outfits — hero's f\ wonderful pre-Ea%tor tale on men's suits!" TOISCILLA'S I'O By AL VERMEBR FIGHTING AGAIN' OK. CARWLE, THINGS LIKE THIS MAKE ME OLD BEFORE MY TIME' WHEN I HAVE TO SIT HUDDLED IN A BKb CHWR ALL OAV....wnH LpNQ, WHITE WHISKERS STILL 8t NEEDING "'" TROUT F — BOUGHT* Shall We Shiff II Out? M1CHAKL O'MALLBY and RALPH LANE Qfiile Libby and I watched, things w.re b«- ginniag'to develop at Fog Channel's tablg. HOW 480U7IT, POND? I'llOIVI YOUtSO.OOO OVER WNA1 YOU PAID FOR THI HCKKI AND NO ^(UfSTIOMSASKtD: ItTTWIMIH T41K MONSV. Wf II T41K JHOW BU5INI55, JEAHK? rv ~ M / tH*NK*KMI i* x J^l-^THI ll«HT. \ N ^»—_-*! lf*-V J WASH Tiinns By LESLIE TURNER TOUSH'.^GBEftT SCOrr! 8Ut IF" ME WIRED \ WSS <31SSIHC IM^ISTED OKI VOU (O BEIMff IM'X.IAKIMR CMW WHILE 1 CfrME GIG WILT'J'S NO TGOOD GOfH O' MrcHTV GOOD, IW6TEe,,A SOT IWVW! CMHVs COME 5000 80BEOWIW fROVl L WILES...SHE HAS NO HE u-vr& ^^ ONE ELSE... KUOW-. P&SSIN' RUM CHECKS- CXJMWO HOW <U BLhZE* ICM) 8AV6 THM LITTLE TYKE FROM !'U6 GOT TO FIND THfcT GUV K(0. ME MUST* OSSIFIED! ME CAN'T LOOK fcfTEff HlMSILf II M« tmvicc. me. f, H. hi HUGS IUJNNY Kecine for Snores By FRED BARMAN By V. T. HAMLIN By EDGAR MARTIN HOOTS AND HER DUDDIES The Unveiling T Sin'caught her (list scent of burn- g wood. Despite the danger it csaged, th« familiar (ramunce )atcd her nervousness. There as other human life in al! (Ills solation. She frowned suddenly. Tho» d pussed Hie second letl-hiind :iyon. Sin cupped her hands bc- de her mouth and called alter little pirate softly. Trim heeled his mount around and ode back. John Henry caufjhl up ith them once more. "What ii il, Mrs. Conover?" "You've mnde a mistake," Sin xplained. "We passed the second atiyon just then. 1 ' "Oh, that," deprecated Trim. You were the one who made the ke—not 1. Your memory's lienomenal, Mri. Conover. But hat last direction should be 'left iree,' not 'left two." " He dropped his reins on. hie sad- le horn and opened hii fist. Lyng in the palm was a itrip of iled paper, • narrow curling strip of Uireclions which began, R-l, L-3, R-2 . . . Sin's lips moved but no sound imc out. John Henry's mouth jn£ open loosely. * With nil other hand Trim plucked the wooden pistol from belt. He let John Henry stare at the cork on a string that was stuck in the muzzle. "Please be sensible, both of you. The cork U laughable but it comes out—followed by a very real bullet." • John Henry saw his world reeling around his head. He spok* and didn't know what he said. "Mr. Jones," he croaked, "I presume?" (To nt Continued)

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