The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on December 24, 1955 · Page 13
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The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas · Page 13

Blytheville, Arkansas
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Saturday, December 24, 1955
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SATURDAY, DECEMBER H 1WI BLYTHEVTLLB (AWL) COURIER HEW* PAGE THIRTEEN OUR BOARDING HOUSE — with Major Hooplc IT TAKES 60 UTTL6 TO 6KING SO MUCH WTO SO /WAMV 6AN1DHI WAS IT OLIVER vJESlDELL ? — A^y WAX Me SAID— AU-6R SNEAKli-16 A PEEK AT PRESENTS THE ORPMAWASe 'OO CAW6 OOWrt TM6 VOO'D SET 5TOCk SOltiS THROUSH I HOPB MV OLD iJEIMDSER- 3ALOPY VJILL66TOS THeee/ OUT OUR WAY By J. R. William* 1 THOUGHT If HAVE A SMOKE J CAME W AWP FORGOT v' I ABOUT TM'WHISKERS^ ' AMP FUR "DON'T TUCK) THAT WATER OFF, IT'S •o C o _w JC WILL WONPCES NEVFp. CEASE .' iVE BEEN TRYN6 To SEF UKP TD REMOVE" THAT PEM> TREE FOR , MONTHS / BLESS HIS HEART/ I PROMISED ip PAV YOUFOR.POW& --- . -, THIS, SON— /T fORGtT IT/ JE AT Dii(rrf>ut«d by NEA. © 1995 by Robert Cant. BY ROBERT CARSE THE STOUYi C n p t. Jered NnlHh, mn*ter at the luerrhitnl- ntnn Merenry, bitN relumed lo hi* •ivecthfftrt, I'hoebe rrnclor, In .Snlrni. They nrr fn he niur- rti-4 iiuan. Cnptala n'nlith nnd hln ftilker lire liltvltIK (Htint-r >vltli I'hifbe'n [nirenfH. Her ffith falh< d'n II CAPT. JERED NAISH went to bow over Mrs. Proctor's hnnc and wish hpr good evening and then to greet the children. The Litter were shy with him, he sensed, and in particular the half-grown girls, Diane. Hepzibah and Carol. They somehow envied Phoebe, while the boys since he had the rank of captain, had automatically put him among all other ship masters, to be considered stern and remote and treated with awe. Airs. Proctor wns o Morgan from Beverly, and in her day said to be quite a beauty. But she had suffered severely from malaria, the same disease that had killed his mother some years ago, and her arms, her throat and face were gaunt, her skin tight, the eye sockets almost cavernous. She refused a glass .of Madeira when Phoebe offered i' her and spoke with impatience of the fact that supper was late becaust of the absence of his father and her husband. "But here they are, dear," Phoebe said. The two men were in the front doorway. "May we go to the table?" Mre. Proctor said at once. "After we've had a quick grog," Captain octor said. "It's been a long day, and Phillip and me stand in need of it. How are t you, Jered? I see that your lass shas already tended to you." "I'm well, sir," he said, and grinned. But he was forced to notice how tired, how wan and old his father looked. He stepped to his side and took his arm. •You're all right. Father?" "A bit whipped out," Phillip Waish said. "But some of Sam's rum will do the trick for me. You have the best of the bargain when you're away at sea It's the counting-house business that wears a feller to the bone." "Gentlemen, pleas :," Mrs. Proctor said in her high voice. *The children are half-starved. If you'd like, bring your quan- tums to the table." The main dish at supper was boiled chicken stuffed with bay scallops, and Jered was forced to reflect after his stay of some months in France that Salem cooking would remain forever unchanged if not drab. * » * JERED scratched Us chin reflectively. These men spoke about his ship as though he weren't in the room. Once a Yankee trader, he thought, al;ways a Yankee trader, and dollars came first, blood relationships and those between friends afterwards. That, however, wasn't quite true, or fair. Years ago, when Captain Proctor had been master o. the brigantine Sylph and his father first mate of the vessel she had piled up in a snow gale on Fisher's Island homeward bound from Dcmerara. Most of the crew had died in the surf •when the long-boat had capsized. Captain Proctor, knocked .unconscious ->y the steering oar, had been saved by his father who ad then given his outside clothing to protect the other man and bulked miles to a hut of refntie to gel blankets, food and fu?; "l\v>w Bedford now," Captain Proctor's voice Doomed » that the candelabra pendants musically chinked, "she has the right idea The New Bedford fellas I ol ihr -inrboT got the doop- o. ,IM s,,ip:» and ihe capital to •ail '«m. NAntuckM, with UuU A whaler was not to Capt. Jered Vaish's knowledge. Might as well offer him one of those crank-up, side-wheel steamers. shallow bar of theirs, can't operate as it should." "Big money in oil." Phillip Naish's face was alight "Sperm at better than a dollar a gallon, whalebone itself going at 75 cents the pound." There was perhaps, Jered thought suddenly, something after all that concerned him in this conversation. The partners had given particular emphasis to the whaling trade, and the figures his father quoted were well known to anybody along the sea. board. "How about it, Jered?" Captain Proctor said. "Join me and the capt'n in a noggin of the French spirit. We're excused, I hope, ma'am." 'You are, sir," Mrs. Proctor said. "But don't hold Jered the library. Phc:oe has things to discuss wiffa him about the wedding." • • * CAPTAIN PROCTOR stood before the screened, empty firepi: , in the library with his coat tails lifted out of habit. He had filled and refilled the glasses with the Napoleon brandy, and fine sweat beads were on the pouches under his eyes, his eyes shone. "No sense delaying," he said. "Here's the point of what your father and me want to tell you, Jered. We have a ship for you to sail. Right now, right tonight, in fact." "Which one?" Jered said, not completely surprised. "The Obis," his father said. "She's that old New Bedford rk that was once a privateer," Jered said. "What's wrong with ,he Mercury? And why such a iupry to send me back to sea?" Captain Proctor gave his short laugh. "Solid questions," he said. 'We've bought the Obis and converted her for the whaling trade, 'n John Whiting of Nahant went master of her, but just today when she was clearing Bos- .on.he took sick. Doctor says it's something severe with his innards. She's at anchor in President Roads while she waits a new master." I'm no whaler man," Jered said .with anger. "Neither have [ any liking for the trade." "Jered, the money's no longer n the merchant vessels," his father said, "Whaling's where it ies." "So I've heard tell," Jered said. "I've heard tell, too," he said, that down to New York they're experimenting with a new type of clipper in the form of a full- rigged Vessel. It'd make sense if you'd offer me one of her typ«. whaler's not to my knowledge. Might as well offer me one of those crank-up, side-wheel steamers the man was trying to sell here. Aren't there • plenty of other masters to sail the Obis?" 'No! that we can find in thr moment or ,)<irlicuii)rly irusi,' Captain Proctor *aid, "Th* dia- pers are still in the future, Jered. And as for the steamers,, they're a joke. Time you're in again we'll talk c) ippcr. Don't go worrying at all about what you lack of whaling. Eleazar Cupp is to be your first mate." Jered Naish hit his hands against his knees with force. "How long a voyage?" he said. "Two years, maybe a mite more," his father murmured. "Have you spoken to your wife of this yet, sir?" He had turned to stand squarely in front of Proctor. "Not* as yet, son." Captain Proctor put his broad hands on Jered's shoulders. His glance was affectionate, warm "We reckoned that it was for you to bring to Phoebe alone. She's a sailor's daughter. Put her the case straight, without palaver from her mother ** "I'm your man." Jered said, a constriction in his throat "Lad, 1 I must say this," his father slowly sau "You're young still, and haven't figured oUt full just hov absence from home is part of a sailor's life. For certain, you can't tell it to Phoebe. And you can say to her, could we find anothei fitting master to take your place, the Obis would sail without you." "What's wrong with Eleazar Cupp?" Jered said from the last of his desire for defense. "He's Salem-born and, bred and a master i: his own right." "When you come to ship with him," Captain Proctoi said hard- voiced, "you'll find that Eleazar's not the feller you remember. He had considerable trouble in the Arctic on his last voyage," * * » PHOEBE was alone in the front parlor, a piece of embroidery on her lap. But from the head of the stairs Jered heard a faint creaking and was aware that her mother waited and listened. He took Phoebe's arm without word and led her into the garden. He kissed her before h-. could bring himself to speak. "I must go to sea tonight," he said. "In that whaler, the Obis," she said. "I guessed as much. The venture means an enormous amount to them. The company affairs haven't been going at all well in the regular fashion. How long will we be apart?" He shook her from side to side in a torment of longing. "Two years, and it might D* more. Phoebe, say the word and I'll refuse them. They can find some other man than me." "No," she said. "They need you, and they trust you. And with you as master, she'll come home with what will amount to a fortune. Go ahead Jcrcd. Don't let's forget who we arc. I mean, our ties to them." "Two years," he said hoarsely, 'after four days at home You "h<v-'n M.VC fallor for some Lynn shoe .ificnant.' Best Grade Illinois Coal and Kindling Nut Coal 2 or more tons $10 per ton plus tax B&CCoalCo. S. Hlw»y 81 - EXPKCSf . "Ha signed checks for more than $15,000 today without looking at them—and now he's beefing because the price of candy bars went up!" "It's a football trophy! Pop won it playing cards!" RADIATOR WORK • Boiled Out • Repaired • Flo Tested • Re-cored Ac WAS IN THE we wrm HW HUSBAND. HE UEMINDS ME SO WUCH OF JMTHAT- ISUESS m BEING JUST A SILLV GOOSE.' SMALL WONOECVDU SPENT THE KJI5HT COW- MUTING BETWEEN TEABS rW, CLINT EVEN V AND LAUSHTEB- THE LAMP.': HEASDTVE T MB. MABSHALL.HE'S CWSH.AAes.WWNE. BUT < PUTTING BUY TO BED. DONT TAKE IT SO HACa) THEY BKXE THE LA.WP ACCIDENTS WILL— J PLAYING FOOTBALL. SEE FOP MOUR-VTI& THE SEASON OP SELF. IT 16 A -f PEACE ON £f*BTH ANO MOW vou "\ po vou wo, HERE we -> MJ£TSLEEP./ HflVE A I CCmMUNICATE RAPIO?/ OJLY WITH TH& INNER V\ORUP OF . BULLET. WE \ SOOP WILLTOWPP <V\UST SO TD I ViSN, THEO. CAWNOT THE POLICE.' J WE WAIT UWTlL HELP /we; TWO ...TH£y FELL UPON ME ANP B6AT /«£...• ALL WORK GCARAXTEED RADIATOR WORKS VOL) WftMT THOSE STRIPS KEPRIWTEP M BOOK FORM I ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS WRITE PERiWSSIOM'. VET/ r CAW'T YOU LET HIS SK LETTERS GO HEKES DME FROM YO URGING YOU TO REPLY 1 . 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