The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on August 17, 1954 · Page 9
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The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas · Page 9

Blytheville, Arkansas
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Tuesday, August 17, 1954
Page 9
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TUESDAY, AUGUST 17, 1954 BLYTHEYILLB (ARK.)' COURIER OUR BOARDING HOUSE - with Major Hoop It WHAT& WOODS *- EV£^ AT^ M^MEVER TOM CRiER THE ALARM AsiD = WAS ORIV1MS £MTH£ I WAATlhiS OUT OUR WAY By J. Rt Wiiriams TO HECK: WITH TH' BEAR/ STOP THAT CAMERA-STILL RUNJKJIM'/ 1 WAS TRVlW TO <3!T M/M <3W AAV SAL'S MCA/16 FILM AMP SHE'LL THIWK TM VAIN, TAKIW MYSELF.' THAT BEAR'S MAP" HE'LL CLOUT THE STUFFIN' OUT OF YOU/ I (SOT TO STOP HIM/ 11MH «A t»rW.. W. T. M. ««- U. S. ».t 8^ BABY SITTING/ WMATASUT WOMT DO WMEN HE NEEDS SO* FAST MOOLA / m^ _^,kw, bj NtA Strriet, Int. T. M. R»I. U. S. r «. off. TRUSSES EXPERTLY J[ FITTED 2 Price KIRBY DRUGSTORES Paint Closeout Many Xrp«* *»* C«l*n i Price Hubbard Hardware EXPERT WATER PUMP REFAIR Hub bard Hard wort rhone 2.2115 aae Copyright 1954 by Frank Gruber. Distributed by NEA Service, Inc. By Frank Gruber During The War Between the States, Sam Older rode with ihe infamous Quantrell. He raided and looted and he was at the bloody massacre o/ Lawrence, Kansas. After the war when even the guerrillas received amnesty and returned to peaceful pursuits, Sam Older became an outlaw. Then Sam Older was killed and became The Great American Legend, the man who was hounded into outlawry and stole •from the rich to give to the poor. The name of Wes Tancred, the man who killed Sam Older, became an epithet. * * * T IFE has to be lived. Wes Tancred rode the lonely trails. He saw Dakota and Wyoming, he rode through Kansas and Colorado. He -went to Texas and Louisiana, Illinois and Kentucky, Ohio and Missouri. He visited towns and cities, he rode for days without seeing another human being. He had to live, so he worked. He worked as a laborer on the railroad as it crept across Nebraska and Wyoming. He sold shoes in a store and once he read ! law in an attorney's office, but imostly he worked as a printer, a trade at which he had had some •apprenticeship back in Missouri (before . . . before he had killed ifiam Older. In the spring of 1876 a doctor iin Michigan listened to his heart i and tapped his chest and his ilungs and said, "Get rid of the i tension, get out in the sun and work with your hands. Forget everything fhat's ever worried :you and relax." The doctor knew him as John Bailey. A lot of people had known him by that name and .quite a few of them had talked to i Bailey . . . about the black- hearted traitor who had killed •the great Sam Older. Someone wrote a song about it and the .man who called himself John i Bailey heard it. It was an ex- Itremely popular ballad. Men and 'women san.g it. Bailey heard it -a thousand times. And the doctor told him to get lid of the tension! He did not know that John Bailey was Wes 'Tancred. Well, one place was as good as another. So now in the spring of 1877, the man who called himself John Bailey looked over the log poles of the corral behind the stage station and saw mites of Kansas prairieland. He watered the horses and he fed them. He rubbed them down and he hitched them to the once- a-week stage as it paused for moments every Thursday on its way to Kansas & Western a hundred miles to the south. He drove the relieved horses into the corral ,and rubbed them down and fed (and watered them and tended ! them, and on Saturday he hitched , them to the north-bound stage as i It stopped for moments on its ' run to the Union Pacific 220 miles to the north. And when there was no work to be done, which was most of the time, he sat in the sun. and watched the sod-covered stage station. And Laura Vesser. Laura was 20, a slim, fresh girl the bluest ol blue eve* and John!" Laura cried. The squat man came out of the state station, a revolver in his fist. a freckled nose. She had lived here with her father at this lonely spot on the Kansas plains for six years. It was a sorry life for a girl, but Vesser had no relatives in the east with whom she could live and he had only one lung and could towns. not live in the one Wednesday morning Tancred held up his hands, palms forward. "I've no gun." The squat man showed his bad teeth in a wicked grin. "Good thing!" Vesser came hurtling out of the stage station, propelled by Jethro who followed with Vessers rifle. He looked coolly at Tancred, then with a sudden hard blow, •*• the three men came out of i smashed the gun barrel over a the north and tied thek horses rock, cracking it. He threw It to to the corral poles. the ground. They were whiskered and un- "Just so we don't have no trouble." The leader of the trio came out with a flask of whiskey. "Your cooking whiskey, I suppose," he remarked. Vesser said, bitterly, "All right, you've had food and you've got Pile on your days. They were ravenously hungry and they ate every scrap of the food Laura cooked and set before them and no word was said about payment for the food. They asked for whiskey. "I don't sell it here," Vesser told them. "Who said anything about selling?" sneered the worst looking one of the trio, a man the others called Jethro. "We ain't got $2 between us." Vesser shook his head. "I've no whiskey to give you." Dave, who might have beefi the leader of the trio, a cold-eyed man in his early thirties, got up from the table and went into the lean-to where Laura did the cooking. Angrily, Vesser started after him. The squat man sprang up from the table and cut off Vesser. "Don't," he said. swerved to the wall where a rifle was suspended across two wooden pegs. Jethro came up as Vesser reached for the gun. He clouted him a hard blow with his fist. Laura screamed and the squat man lunged for her, but Laura evaded his grab and made the open door. Outside, Tancred was coming toward the station from the corrals. "John!" Laura cried. "Those men . . .* stage station, a Navy revolver in his grimy fist. "Don't make no play, bub," he said the whiskey, horses. . . ." "Uh-uh," said Jethro. "Not just yet." The man with the whiskey regarded Vesser coldly. "The south stage stops here tomorrow, doesn't it?" r FANCRED saw that Vesser would not answer and as the squat man moved in on him, Tancred said, "Yes, the stage comes through here on Thursday, usually around two o'clock in the afternoon. Dave grinned wolfishly. "You've got more sense than he has." He inclined his head at his companions and headed for the corral. They followed. When said to Tancred, "You shouldn't have told them." "What difference does it make? They can see it coming 10 miles away." Vesser exhaled heavily. "They're going to hold up the stage." Tancred nodded agreement. Vesser's forehead creased. "The rifle's out of commission." He paused a moment. "I've got a revolver—if they don't search my bed." "No!" Tancred said, quickly. "You can't fight them. Fighting is their business." (To Ik Continued) THE XEAL MCCOYS ^ BILL WALKER W. L. WALKER INSURANCE AGENCY Glenco Bldg. Phone 3-436t "Coma on, let's not wait for her—I don't «e« why she wants to fc>e so. nice to our math teacher in summerT' "in the future please announce it before you blow that thing!" Vk'E OONT WANT NO STRAM3ERS AJZQUNO HEKE,MfSTEK, IS THAT CLEAR? NOW SEE HERE,I'M AN OLD FRIEND OF MR. HNBCINS. I MERELY WANTED TO DROP IN AND SAY HELLO- WELL, IT WONT DO WH NO H.ARMNS AiMT HERE/HE AND HS MAN,W3<3$ TH1NSS WHILE THEY'RE GONE POLIO AGAIN ON RAGE Throughout The Country and in Mississippi County Polio insurance including Cancer and 10 other dread diseases only $10.00 a year (or the entire family. See or Call "Dee" at United Insurance Agency, 111 West Main or Phone 3-6812 Blytheville. CARLYLE! YOU'RE BACK PROM VACATION! BOY! 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