The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on September 23, 1949 · Page 11
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, SEPTEMBER 28, 1949 OUT OUR WAY By J. R. Williams (AM.) COUBICT NEWS Our Boording House with Moj. HoopU PAGE ELEVEN ' PLATO AW0R *> Tn.t T. PlMD A » v*TW T«- SOAT.MAi^R . - -?—r *«. — THAT* V4UV OOR W6K3H80R4 M» PIWJUDICED.l A SPRINT our H4 Tue PROMT WE'LL BS STROLLING Burglary is Timely PHILADELPHIA, Sept. 23, W)— Somewhere there's a. thief with lot of time on his hands. William F. Kohler, president of a Philadelphia Coal Company, reported to police Wednesday that an electric clock had disappeared from atop a 20-foot signboard advertising his firm's products.. Kohler said the clock's lace was 30 inches In diameter. PRESCRIPTIONS Fresh Stock Guaranteed Best .Price* Kirby Drug Stores BUT SHOE REPAIR COSTS LESS! That's why youll sav> yourseU man; a dollar by hariBg youi shoe* repaired by our expert workmen. Next time try oa r - For the Finest Prescript-ion , IM.; P.tt.t.1^ tr Hf A HIVKI. INC. XXIX 17MILY had taken to her bed since Gaynel had told her she was going to marry not Barry Bainbridge, but that outrageous young man without a penny to hk name. Dr. Carile said H was another, attack of 'bronchitis after Gaynel discovered her mother was running a temperature. But Emily insisted it was nerves, with maybe a touch of heart in the bargain. So Gaynel was obliged to break a date with Fritz, which was an important date, because he was going to Chicago for a week or so. That night after Emily had gone to sleep, Gaynel slipped downstairs to the kitchen to fix herself a snack and almost collided with Denny in the kitchen. "I sneaked in the sirte entrance," Denny admitted with a cocky grin. N "Sit down, Denny, I'll make you f.? m * coff**," Gaynel said. Mother's in bed with bronchitis." "Poor Emily. So delicate." Denny rested his elbows on the kitchen table, holding his head. "Now I know a lady who's just as lovely to Jook at But underneath, she's steel. Inflexible Can't bend her, even. That's the reason, dear sister of mine, you and your yourig brother a bit pifled tonight" "A bit pifled?" Gaynel was measuring coffee, not paying much attention _k> his_sqlUoo.uy. : " Just'a bit"; Denny /passed a hand over his brow. "You see this lovely lady'wouldn't listen to me. She insulted me, too this evening, tike yourself. When I asked her to be my wile—" "Y OUR »>*«!" Gaynel gave him all of her attention now. She came over to him, shook him, so that he looked v*x "Wha« do* you mean, Denny?" "My wife," Denny said. His handsome young fas was flushed, but his expression was serious, somber eevn. "Didn't I just get through telling you I asked her?" "Dennyl You don't mean you really isked someone to marry you. . . . You don't mean Mrs. Day, do you Denny?" Gaynel shook him **ice more. "Don't shake me!" he protested. 'My head's bad enough. Guess I did lake one too many. But X would you after being insulted. Course I asked Mrs. Day to marry we." He straightened up now, of his own accord. "Why shouldn't I ask her?" he asked. "She's the only woman I ever loved. This is the only time, I tell you, I ever asked a woman to marry me. Pm going to reform. I'm going to make good. I'm going to do a lot of things." "Denny, talk sense—if you can. How eould you think of asking anyone to marry you? You haven't any money. You have other responsibilities here, though heaven knows you don't seem to realize them. You're always changing your jobs." "I never asked any woman before. I never kept any job be- lore. Haven't I kept this one? Haven't I made good? This is the Hrst time I've been pifled since I met Madeline." Barry had said Mrs. Day would be a good influence for Denny. "Did she refuse you?" Gaynel recalled Barry's words new, with a tinge of irony. It was true Demy did seem to be sticking to his job, had not been drinking lately; but if he had serious intentions, Barry had reminded Gaynel that Madeline Day would have something ko say. "Sh« laughed a* me," Denny said. His head drooped; then came up with a jerk. "She says I'm loo young." -But Denny, A* is older than you, isn't she?" "What does H matter? I onry know I love her. You don't know what h i< to love someone. Sis." Oh. dont I. Gaynel ftvought This wac. funny, almost laughable. When she had planned to tell Denny about Fritz, Denny had beal her to it. 'You must meet her, Sis," Denny was going on. "You'll like her. She'll like you. Barry's met her," Denny added. "He think's she's swell." Yes, Barry had made BO effort to disguise the fact he had liked Mrs. Day. "She liked him. loo." Denny glowered; tost his bright mood. "Too well, darn it I'm jealous as the devil. Sis." '"pills may be the first time you ever asked anyone to be your wife," Gaynel said, rather sharply, 'but do you realize, Denny, that you would be Mrs. Day's third husband?" She brought the coffee pot to the table, sat down .opposite him. ' • "I'd be her thirty-first, If she'd have me," Denny said sorrowfully, "You aren't doing much about it, she said, ailing his dtp for him. "Getting 'pifled,' a* you call it Whining." "You'd get tight, loo. II the person you love laughed at you. I'm gonna go to the dogs, drink myself to death." "Drink your coffee now," Gaynel suggested dryly. . 'It I loved someone, and he turned me down, I'd fight for him." As she meant to fight for Fribv Besides, it Mrs. Day could make Denny grow up that would be something to be grateful to her for. "You would!" A flicker of hope lightened Denny's dark eyes. He took a huge gulp of the steaming coffee. "That's what I'm gonna do Sis. I'm glad now I told you about Madeline. I wasn't sure bow you'd take it, you know. But I might have known you'd help me. Oh, Sis," his head went down between his hands on the table again, his body shook. "You can't know how I love her, Sis. If you did, if you Joved someone like that, you'd understand. 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