The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on April 17, 1950 · Page 13
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The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas · Page 13

Blytheville, Arkansas
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Monday, April 17, 1950
Page 13
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HOOT)AT, AFRTL IT, W30 OUT OUR WAY By J. R. Williams %£%&?!• J*™z& *?d*^ 1 W&J&SSF&w* SURE, I'LL PRESS HtS \ R4.MTS, BUT ONLY IF I VOO'LL Be A WITNESS \ AMP KAAKE A DETAILED* \ RECORD OF EVERVTHIKIG \ IN THH POCKETS.' 1 TAKE I MO CHAkJCES SIMCE I' I THREW OUT AWAPOF / GUM FULL OF LKJT / AfJP HE SWORE IT 1 WAS A RABBITS / KJ""WYT» _^^ . FELCH ? ID HATE TO FeeLTHAT CPFeRlfxSG M& FOR THE tilGHT WOULD K<X>S£ HER . MAJOR/—OI.SA ALWAYS DID Like COMPMMV AMV- WAY/— SHe'S SOUM ASLEEP *JOW,THOO&H L6T5 MAKE IT QUIET •J^ - " LIKES CpMPAKSV WHEKJ SHE DOES tH& VJHY MOTHERS GET GKfff By Rupert Hughes b, NIA WrYICJ. INC Our Boarding House with Mtij. Hoople •L^-i-nEvn.LB (ARK.) COURrER NEWS PAGE THlltTKKK Political Announcement The Courier News has been authorized to announce the following candidates, subject to the Democratic primaries, July 25 and August. 8. FOR COUNT* JUDGE Roland Green FOR STATE REPRESENTATIVE L. H. Autry Re-election post No. S Kenneth S. Sulcer post No. 2 K. C. "dene" Fleeman (Tor re-election Post No. 4) For State Senator* W. R- Nicholson K'tucky No. 31 Fescue urt Mixtures, Alfalfa, SEED CORN State Certified COTTON SEED and SOYBEANS BLYTHEVILLE SOYBEAN CORP. Phone 6856 RADIO AND TELEVISION REPAIR Factory-Trained Mechanics Any Make or Model Prompt Service R«aionable t Prices Phone 2642 We Pick Up and Deliver Fred Cctllihan 110 So. First St., Blytheville XXIX QUERIPEL saw the i ' i man who had entered the house stop short and turn as if called. But Detective Stivers was not calling to the fellow. Stivers was speaking to himself, thinking that Queripel was nearby and his cry was one of discovery. "Kelso, rve got yon now!" he sang out again. Queripel did not move. He did not know Detective Pete Kelso by sight, and he wondered it this intruder might not be he. As Stivers spoke a second time, the fellow had whirled as if summoned by name, but now he stood puzzled and alarmed. ' Stivers' voice came again: "Steal my fingerprints, will you, Kelso! Well, just try it again!" Now Queripel was sure the visitor was Kelso himself, for the man advanced swiftly but silently to the doorway and peered intently at Stivers who was bent over his table examining the prints he had found. The intruder did not suspect the existence of Queripel, who could have reached out and touched him. But Martin Queri|>el preferred to watch from his concealment in th« heavy folds of the portieres. ; For a moment, Kelso—if it were i Kelso—plainly hesitated whether •to retreat or to advance. Queripel could hear his .heavy, hesitant ; breathing. Then:-as Stivers laughed again and gloated over his fingerprint specimens, Queripel saw the man reach slowly into his pocket, draw a revolver and level it at Stivers' back. Before Queripel could get out his own pistol, the man changed his mind, shifted his gun in his hand and grasped it by the barrel with the manifest intention of bashing in Stivers' skull. Queripel, much smaller and older than the stranger, was paralyzed by the thought that, before he could gel out his own gun and shoot the man down in his tracks, Stivers would be dead, or at least horribly mangled. Then, as he saw the man raise his pistol high over his shoulder for a crashing blow and move forward, Queripel pounced. • • • A/JOKE startled than Stivers -"•*• would have been to find himself suddenly dead, the stranger felt a heavy weight land on him from behind. He felt two small but desperate'hands seize his uplifted right wrist. He felt two knees, one in his shoulder blades and one in his left hip. He was pulled over backward with a disabling crash and fell on top of some small man who squirmed out from under him while he was still stunned by the blow the floor dealt him, and the crackling thump of his skull on the bare floor beyond the edge of the rug. Stivers sprang up from the table and whirled about. Staring down at the prostrate giant, he cried: "Kelso!" "So that's Kelso!" Queripel chortled. "You called him and he came to you like a spirit out of the vast deep." Queripel had wrested Kelso's revolver from his grasp as he fell. Now he shifted it from his right hand to his left and brought out his own automatic. He did not trust the weapons of strangers to be loaded. He was so childish with relief and triumph that he chuckled to Stivers: "Look, Pop! I'm a two-gun man!" Kelso's skull was still shaken by his brainquake and he was never quick at repartee. Indeed, the situation might have stumped a quicker wit than his. He just lay still and took in what Queripel had to say. have no warrant for your arrest, Kelso; but we're going to hold you here for trespassing until Stivers calls your brother police to lake you home. Slivers, you'll call the station from the hall. I'll see that Kelso doesn't fight you for the phone and beat you to death with the base of it— as he did when he called on poor Wendell Palmer and the old man not only refused to be blackmailed by Kelso's woman and her keeper, but rashly reached for the telephone to expose Kelso's threats." Queripel had a purpose of his own in saying all this to Kelso. It was a sort of try-out of his theory on the one person living who would know how accurate was Queripel's reconstruction of the crime. * • • CO he dumped his whole story into Kelso's upturned face as with a shovel, and saw Kelso wince, clench his eyes, cover them with his forearms and writhe in agony like a scotched snake. It was as good as a written confession of guilt, with the added terror of wondering how Queripel could have learned the truth. Next, Stivers leaned over him and told him just how and when he had stolen his own fingerprints and subslituled Paul Moody's. He added: "And « lot of good It did you! You ought lo have known that the fingcrprinls on the telephone felt would- not have been at all like the fingerprints on Paul Moody's statuary. Any fool could have seen that!" ; In his excitement Stivers neglected to give Queripel credit for opening his own eyes to the difference. But Queripel was never one to fight for credits. He was feeling almost sorry for Kelso, who was unhappy for such a multitude of good reasons for being unhappy. Even the deep velvety surface of the rug on which his body rested seemed as hard as • slab in the morgue, and as public. <T« Be Continued) The section of Washington, D.C., where the Lincoln Memorial stands, along the Potomac River, is sometimes called "Foggy Bottom/ "Say It With Flowers" BLYTHEVILLE FLOWER MART Memphis Hiway Phone 8002 Chamblin Sales Co. • Sales & Service • "Your Friendly Studebaker Dealer" RAILROAD & ASH r*HONE 6888 'But, Snidby, giving you a raise now would be inflationary! 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MISS PRIMROSE SURE GOT -SORE AT OF THE QIRLS I SCHOOL TODAV KNOW THAT GIRL WHO S\TS IN PROMT OF ? THE ONE WITH YOU MEAN IT WAS THAT NICE LITTLE SIRU NO._ IT WAS THE GIRL WHO S\TS BEHIND HER! Scrobe's Reward I5Y MICHAEL .O'MALLEY and RALPH LAN! Slaving told Scrobeli* in- DIDICXJ > MEAR7HAT?SOUNDtD GOOD RIDOANCS .' MOW .„ TO GET 6ACX TO TH£ CABIN. • 1 HAVE WANS FOB MY OTHER GUESTS BEFORE PUUIN6 SMKIS. him, Mangle pushed him into the snow drifted ravine. 8crobe's great weight only pluriged him deeper into the soft snow. Wow he aasstm.buried irtagraueof white/ CAPTAIN EASY Mystery Grows BY LESLIE TURNEB FAPEE niTH WEITIU' ON IT. BUT IT SLOWED AW' IWTO IK' CAWOM S6FOH I COULD CATCH rr) UPELV MODELEO tIKEMESS PAN'! PLASTEE HEAD LOLA; TO TH- WIDDEB COWDEEV.' KEZE W MAZI DID st* «rr TW9.iuz.eote BUGS BUNNY WHAT YA QANOERtN' AT, SYLVESTER ? I DON'T SEE ,A THING.' Vole of No Confidence VOb KNOW. ADAMS. MvE SHOULDN'T HAME LET THAT CHAP GO ALONE. 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