The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on May 2, 1953 · Page 3
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SATURDAY, MAT I, 1W8 BLITHBV1LLB (ARK.)' OOTDUnt HBWI PAGE SETT6N OUR BOARDING HOUSI — with Major' HoopU ESm, MAOTHft,' MUST I PLAY THE RDt-6 Of TKflSIC HERO? •*-! WAS RC/M-LY EM30YIMS THATj 30B-~(fTO6BO I WAS?— THSM,* OUT OF A BLUE 6KV5 A SUODSM I'VE BEEN OH PASC TH00SAMO TIMEfc, VjlTHVOOATgAT.flMD —JUST Keep cure* MY Rescut— AiJo HERE i AW, w THE PRIME- OF LIFE/ HOLD UP A YlHILE LONGER MARTHA= SYLVANIA Radio-TV Sales & Service CBS-COLUMBIA Electronic Lab 110 W. Walnut Ph. 2441 — Nile 6076 TV Service-Center NEIL ROSS Trained Technician for radio and television repair, industrial electronics, and basic radio engineering. For Service DiaJ 3816 FRUNJDJ "It was marvelous, but you know how tho»« thrM- dimensional movies are—you don't even hav» *r>oogh privacy to. hold hand*!" "Cast" or "Struck" A "cast" coin is made by pour- ng molten metal between two molds; a "struck" coin is stamped iut of a blank of gold, silver, nickel, or copper bronze.. Morton FOR THE BARON »>52 ttJOHH CKCAStY • DISTRieUTlp Sf NfA SfAWCf, INC. I NSIDE the house, an ha been quiet until tha scream. Now its echo fo lowed the woman as she fie from the study where she ha found the Thing, into tl great hall where the portrai of dead Lithoms looked dow on her, as if contemptuoi of her fear. She tied up tl wide, circular staircase, sti screaming, into the gloom the first floor. There the bus of her father glowed, as if th night had given life to it marble. She ran along a wide pnssag lit dimly by a tiny lamp at the fa end. passing tall, dark, close. doors. She reached a door whic stood ajar, and stopped runnini. She Jought for breath now; he face was drained o£ color, her ey were feverishly bright. She presse i one hand against her breast, wher • her dressing-gown gaped. Two doors opened. From one came a tall man, wear Ing dark-blue pajamas; he wa behind the girl. At the other, short woman whose gray hair wa twisted in old-fashioned meta curlers, faced the girl. The worn »n's face was shiny with nighl cream, her eyes looked angry an alarmed. The man switched on the light in his room. The old ~woma; clutched her dressing gown, ani said harshly: "Gloria! What on earth are 701 doing?" The girl tried to speak, but coulc only mutter incoherently. The man approached and.restet a hand lightly on her shoulder Although the June night wa ^warm, he could feel the tremors shaking her cold flesh. "Gloria!" cried the old woman "Control yourself! Have you hac another nightmare? This can't go on, this—" < "Steady," interrupted the man •'l.f mildly. "She'll be all right." He led Gloria into her room, the one with the door ajar, anc twitched on the light. rpHE room was large, with a high ceiling, exquisite plaster- work, light oak paneling, a two- poster bed against one wall, the bedclothes rumpled and flung back and the girl's clothes folded neatly over a chair. A huge walnut ward- irobe stood opposite the bed, there 'was a bow-shaped dressing table and a carpet with a thick, warm pile. Under the great mantelpiece was an electric fire. The man pushed a winged armchair closer to the fire, then bent down and switched it on. , "Sit down, and I'll get you a drink," he said. "There's nothing to worry about." "Nothing to worry about indeed!" snorted the woman. "She'll drive us all mad before she's finished! It's bad enough by day, but if she's going to start at night, then 1—" The man, so tall and commanding, smoothed down his ruffled, : dark hnir, and a gleam of amusement sparkled in his hazel eyes. Humorous lines which hadn't shown before appeared at the corners of his lips; his face was lean, Viandsome, tanned. "Maggie, make a cup of tea," he " said. "That's what Gloria really ^ needs. There's a gas ring in your T? room, and your secret hoard." "Don't be absurdl" "Don't be difficult," said the man. The woman tossed back her head ' and glared, but turned and went . out. tier heel-less slippers sliding up and down' over rosy heels. The girl Gloria was leaning back with her eyes closed. Her breath still came uneasily and her hands were tight on the arms of her t chair, the knuckles white. Her dark " hair fell in rippling waves to her " (boulders, there were dork rinjs It couldn't have been a dream. ... It was the body of i stranger and he bad been murdered. under her eyes, traces of lipstick on her 'lips and of rouge on her cheeks. The man moved, to face ler. "Another dream?" Her eyes flashed open. "It wasn't a dream! It couldn't have been a dream!" She sat forward, stretching out a hand and clutching his; her fingers were icy cold. "John, it couldn't have been dream, it was too horrible. I saw it." "What did you see?" "A—a dead body." "WHERE?" asked the man, as H dead bodies might be found ylng about at any odd corner. "In—-the study," Gloria sale loarsely. "I'd been sleep-walking gain, I suppose. Why can't they ure me? It's horrible, John. Noody seems to be able to do any- hing about it." Her voice rose That's what k is, they want me o go mad! I hate them, hate every ne of them, especially her. They on't think I'm fit to own Lithom Hall, they don't think The man moved, taking both of cr hands in his, and asked quiety: "Was it your father, Gloria?' "No!" she screamed, anc natched her hands a,w,ay. "You're s.bad as they are, you don't be- eve me, you think I'm mad! Bui wasn't father, it was a stranger, e was murdered too! His throal 'as cut—" She began to sob. The older woman came In, car- ring a tray on which were two ups and saucers, a tooth glass, a eapot and a jug of milk. "Gloria, how many more times lust I te?.l you that your father 'asn't murdered? It was an accl- ent. It's monstrous to keep say- ng he was murdered." : 'But he was!" cried Gloria. "I now he was!" Milk spilled over the side of the ug as the woman banged the tray going to have a look own. 'I'm round downstairs," the man said. "John Mannering, you're as big fool as the child!" declared the oman vigorously. "You half be- eve her." BANNERING walked along the passage towards the head of ic stairs. He paused by the side the marble bust of an elderly an, rather like Gloria; this was ic bust of her father. It was cruel keep it there, reminding her a ozen times a day both of the past nd of her obsession. He felt sure at it was an obsession* she had ccn sleep-walking and drcarfl- g at the flame time, and had vakcned to see something which isn't there, Mannering hurried down the lirs. He crossed the hall towards e study—and stopped short The light wasn't on. A glow came from Uie landing and a paler gleam through the windows on either side of the great front door, but the study was in darkness; tlxe door was closed. Mannering went forward more cautiously, groping in his pocket for a handkerchief. He spread it over his palm, then gripped the handle lightly and turned it. The door opened easily. He took the handkerchief- away and stood 01 the threshold, his head raised; he was sniffing as well as frowning. Using the handkerchief again, he switched on the light. As it flooded the room, he heard a sound, but saw nothing move. Books stood behind glass shelves which rose from floor to ceiling—• books in leather, tooled in gold, brown, red, yellow, black, tali books and thin, many of them old and rubbed, some looking as new as when they had first been bound and placed with the others on these shelves. This was the smaller of two libraries, used in Lithom's day as a study. The big library was upstairs. There was no body on the floor. He crossed the room and pushed at the window, but it was latched. He went to the desk, *bent down on one knee and studied the thick pile of the fawn-colored carpet; then he moved and looked at it from a different angle. He moved his head to and fro, to try to catch the gleam again. There it was! Yes—and it glistened red. Keeping his eye on the spot, he bent his head nearer. The mark was very small, just a spot, and was half-way down a tuft of the thick pile. It was wet. It might be blood. • • • IVTANNERING stood up and went to the desk, which was unlocked, and opened one of the drawers. He rummaged about until he found a small piece of chalk in a box containing paper clips, pen nibs and other oddments. With the chalk in his hand, he searched for and found the spot again. He drew a ring around it, about two inches in diameter, pressing hard to get the chalk to show. Next .he went to the corner where he fancied he had heard a sound, and peered closely at the polished mahogany of,the. shelves and uprights. One or two smears on the high polish might have been caused by someone who had taken out a book. He didn't touch the wood or the glass, and was about .0 turn when he heard a sound behind him. He seemed lost in contemplation of the bookshelves, but actually peered in the glass. His own shadow turned it Into a mirror, and he could see a reflection of he doorway. A man was there.' (To Be Continued) Television — Tonite, Tomorrow WMCT, Memphis, Channel 5 SATURDAY NIGHT, MAY I 6:00 My Hero 6:30 Ted Mack 7:00 Show of Showt 8:30 Lone Ranger 9:00 Juniper Junction 9:30 Abbott & Costello 10:00 News 10:10 Weather 10:15 Sightseeing With Swayzeei 10:30 Wrestling 11:30 News 11:35 City Hsopital 12:05 News 12:10 Sign Off 9:45 10:00 10:30 11:00 11:30 12:00 12:30 1:00 1:30 2:00 2:30 3:00 3:30 4:00 4:30 4:55 5:00 5:30 6:00 7:00 8:00 8:30 9:00 9:30 9:40 9:45 10:45 11:16 11:20 6:45 7:00 7:25 7:30 7:55 8:00 8:30 9:00 9:30 10:00 10:15 10:30 10:45 11:00 11:15 11:30 12-00 12:15 12:30 1:00 1:30 2:00 3:00 3:15 3:30 4:00 4:30 4:45 5:00 5:15 5:25 5:30 5:45 6:00 6:30 7:00 7:30 8:30 9:00 9:30 9:46 9:55 10:00 10:45 11:00 11:30 12:00 12:10 SUNDAY, MAY S Previews and New§ Hippodrome Candy Carnival Zoo Parade Frontiers of Faith Burns & Allen Beulah Victory at Sea Future Unlimited Roy Rogers To Be Announced Sunday Muplcalo Ozzle & Harriet Meet the Press Slim Rhodes News Red Skelton Mr. Peepers Comedv Hqur TV Playhouse Stu Erwln Favorite Story I Love Lucy News Weather Toast of the Town Private Secretary News Sign Oft MONDAY, MAY 4 Morning Meditation Today News Today News Ding Dong School Prologue to Future TV Shopper Strike It Rich Beth Marsh Love of Life Search for Tomorrow Godfrey Storyland Guiding Light Garry Moore News Farm News Homemakers Program Big Payoff Welcome Travelers Kate Smith Hawkins Falls Gabby Hayes Howdy Doody Berl Olswnnger Industry On Parade Hartoons Flicker Circus News Weatherman Short Story News Caravan Paul Wlnchell Howard Barlow Cisco Kid Robert Montgomery Who Said That This Is Your Lite NEWS Reporter Tonight in Sporti Weather Wrestling News Man Against Crime Suspense News Sign Off TRUSSES Spring or Elastic Abdominal Bella Kirby Drug Stores APPLIANCES WALPOLE ELECTRIC US 9. 2nd Ph. 1)71 Kmrnrenc.r Ph. 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W0ULP TRY TO IMJD NOT EHTIE.ELV LET5 NOT WEUTIOM THIS TO AWVOME. I COULDW'T SEA.R TO PO THE POOR. GIRL M INJUSTICE! BUT WE MUST BE OW OUR 6UKR.C CONSTANTLY! HMM,.. OUT SEVERAL THKT I I'LL MMIT NORtoM. WiOST V5EEW6P OPD.MDEEP!/THE KEM5P M PEAR! LETfe .HOPE WE'RE WKOWG ABOUT THE POOR. CHILD; OF THE TIME... THEM DO SUCH IRRATIOMM. RUMORS ID DIE VILLftfiE SHE'S NO CeittlHM.1 CAK1 VOU IMAGINE OOP STANDING B/ / NO, I WHILE MACBETH / CERTAINLY HA3 MACDUFF'£3 ( CAN'T WHOLE FAMILY SLAUGHTERED: WH-L DOC ARE VOU \ INCREDIBLE! CONVINCED THW SOWS- ] fiUT MY STM®, HOW OOP 16 LIVING A / WHWLL HE £TORV SUPPOSEDLY /DO ABOUT THE WRITTEN 8V \ SECOND SCENE SHAKESPEARE? j IN THE FOURTH ACTT I ViANT TO TAKE WWNTASE OF THAT 0AR6AIN 1OU HAVE I CAN'T WESBT A, »AKa^N LIKE THAT.' THINS,ELMER/ IlLeET.TH'TIKBS.' THI6* 16 A WNDfKfUL (TEAL. SELUN6 TWO TIRE? FDe THE PRICE OF ONE/

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