The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on July 30, 1951 · Page 9
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The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas · Page 9

Blytheville, Arkansas
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Monday, July 30, 1951
Page 9
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, ronr M, COUKTER NEWS Our Boordinq House wirh Moj. Hooplc OUT OUR WAY By J. R. Williams NO, HE'LL. BE UP TK REST OF THE NIGHT IF WE WAKE p HIM NOW.' WAIT;I CAN PUWCH A HOLG IN THE ROCKET WITH A iv» FIMC5EENAIL FILE' HOW AMAM CAK)' LET A KID'S SPKIAL ELECTION £» WHICH WAV TO Mi WOW" - .M FROSTV J —""-'; /^m fbLAe ^//^ ggftR Bf THE WIND DOWW.THE MAJOR WILL FORlOlSH SOME MEYER'S S W "7- 1 - f>'%.' I "T I T^fte^'V ^- ti] ^}'^(l(f ??%£j? i ^^iV *$ §.k&l/s i| ife^^ftS ^Mr^y^n/^-il **- i *S^.vi^jl> > %|s^ WHV MOTHERS GET Mary took her lunch to school, 'Twa^ Meyer's Bread, snow whit*, •rho kiddie* ganged around and cried, Please give us all a bite!" Sho« Repair Helps Y«u L««Jc Your l«tt Check Your Speedometer! B Will 8»n TIM Money At« you iur« your speedometer read* correctly? It's no excuse foi speeding. Come In tomorrow one d»y service for all cars and truck*. T. I. SEAY MOTOR CO. Chryjler-Plymoalh Otater 1*1 T:. Muln Phone Z122 SUNOAI bill (lllltt DAW 6UIEN III CONES • SUKMEJ . HKr$ . flUHSTS • HUTS DAIRY QUEEN So. Highway 61 4 CHARITY STANDSSH BY CHARLiS JUDAH COPYRIGHT 1951 BY NEA SERVICE, INC. Charity Standish went West profound influences were al work li>rmif>lioul the world. !n Asia, Japan was Hexing muscles almost hut not quite atrophied by centuries of isolation; in Europe Bismarck- was pulling th* finishing touches pa his triple alliance; m America the shrill clan^inc of the Industrial Revolution was beginning to be heard above the whisper of the winds as tliey swept through the rustling corn and tossing wheat of the prairies. She felt n<) itlnet . compulsion to bring the influence of virtuous womanhood to bear on the vice- Indcned frontier, or to grace a one-room schoolhouse from whence waves of culture might radiate to the uncouth. On the other hand, thi» callous indifference to a dedicated life did not spring from a predelection towards sm, for though with her black eyes, dark brown hair, gamin's grin and female shape she was well enough endowed for a siren's career, the vision of herself as a dance hall vampire luring men to their destruction eluded her. She was not'interested in sin—or even men—very much: Charity was interested m hay fever. She went West because of hay fever. One day her doctor mentioned casually that accord- to reports drifting East people did not suffer from hay fever in the West, as they did in Ohio. New Mexico, the doctor, who Knew as little about the Wesi as about curing hay fever, suggested hopefully. From that point Charity was on her own. Neither physician nor hay fever offered the slightest hint as to just where in New Mexico it would be hest to go. After ruthless climin.ilion two places remained—Santa Fe and San Lorenzo. The names ol both fascinated her. She could not make up her mind which lo choose until a newspaper article reprinted in the Cleveland paper finally turned the scale. The article was frorn the San Lorenzo Gazette: • nrt If rrrTni town 11X1 »i Snn I.nrrnio Ht* will h* I rr>IN r,n thr Plnza rnctrra return lo *tlnl rltirrn* »f to throw « pnrtT fill, tlrmp »erk- The names of the "certain chRr- actcrs" followed. Besides such or- _thodox ones as RnUle-Snake Sam. One-Eye Joe and Scarface Charlie there were others, fresher, more intriguing. Pancake Billy was mentioned, and Fly-Speck Al, Hatchel-Facc Kit, Cold-Beck George. Jimmy- the- Duck and Wink-the-Barher. It was really these names that did it, "If a girl must go West," Charity explained, "she might as well see the interesting sights; and I'm sure thai the windmill on the Plaza wish Cold-Deck George on one arm sort of balancing Pancake Billy or VVinh-the-Barber on the other would be an interesting sighL" "You'd faint at the sight," replied her companion, whose unromantic name was Ed Smith. But Ed was prejudiced. He did not want Charity to go West. He wanted her to stay home and marry him. he wanted to take her tor better or worse, including the hay fever. "I love you," he declared, and added wistfully, "If you'd give yourself a chance you might Fove me." "It isn't me thai won't give you a chance," Charity explained. "It's Ihe hay fever Love can't be sandwiched in between sneezes, and a tickling nose makes romance ridiculous. Until ! get rid of my hay fever 1 can'l even think of love" * lov< ; tlesl •""" C1 " ri <? 1»" «v« known. tn came here alone; today s h, brought UouglM. ' That was August—hay fever tune in Ohio. • • » QCTOBER, in San Lorenzo's Indian summer, Charity's nose did not tickle any more She sneezed only when she sniffed too eagerly at Uie pungent pinon ladened smoke that curled lazily or puffed in sudden vigor from a campfire. Ami she could think of love. Actually she thought of little eke. Douglas Kent was the reason. Charity knew that there was a tradition in the West forbidding questions about a man's past. Bui in Ohio there was a tradilion that it a girl was considering marrying a man she should know something about him. "Where Is home and why did you leave it?" she asked lightly. "Home is Sojilh Carolina. 1 was just a kid wfien the war came. But I was the only man left. With the help of my mother and a couple of old maid aunts and a few ex- slaves who stayed with us I ran the plantation." He paused as his mind turned reluctantly back to those grim years that had imposed too heavy a burden on a boy trained in an aristocratic tradition that prepared him for almost any hardships save those all too common ones, toil and sweat. Then, as he had schooled himself to do, he closed Ills mind's eye and laughed. "When my father and .the one of my three brothers who was still alive came home after Ihe war 1 figured I'd done my share to save the old. plantation In '66 1 left home. Been driflit, K ever since." Charity looked at him—well groomed, handsome, apparently carefree. "You don't look like a man who's been drifting 16 years," she said •smiling. • • • JJACK of San Lorenzo rose th e hills, not high themselves but acyond them were the Sangrs de £risto. and beyond the Sangrc de Cristo, the Jeme?.; at their fool lay a valley. II was peaceful in the yellow sunlight when the Conquis- :adors came; it was slill peaceful after Kearney's Americans passed through its gap towards Santa Fe, -.alifornia and the new empire of the Southwest. On the crest of one 3f these hills was the loveliest spot Chanty had ever known. She often --•r>« there alone: today she had WATERMELONS WHOLKS - HALVES - SMCKS M"" 750 Kilch 3e Li>. Not feed 4c Lb. Ice Cold Blytheville Curb Market — 130 E. Main — brought Douglas. He had protested lazily against the stiff climb. "A woman's whim," she told him; but now as lie slipped his arm around her waist she know it had been more instinct than whim. "I could settle down," he said. It was not until after she had promised to marry him that Charity resumed her catechism. "How do you make a living?" "I thought you knew." She smiled at his dismay. "Forgive me. I guess .I've been so busy falling in love I didn't have time to inquire."^ "Maybe that was a mistake, f'm a gambler." • • • 'pHE distant mountainsides formed a backdrop of color- yellows and deep golds from aspen and willow, rich browrts and reds from the scrub oak. Charily stared across it and dreamed of a small Ohio town. Dusl was thick in the street and hung heavy in the humid August air Her nose tickled, her eyes were red rimmed But Ed Smith sat beside her In a hammock thai was hung between maples whose leaves, when the frost had painted them, would reduce the timid aspen to palid. trembling insignificance. Ed had a respectable job He bought and sold hogs. She smiled tenderly al the memory of his earnest voice as he strove lo impress her with his suture in the world: "It's a mighty fine business to b« in. Charity, though a man does have to keen iiis head and watch his step Amount of profit depends on the market, you know. Sort of a gamble." "Still the Wes« is diflerent." Charily gasped. Douglas did not know what to make ol her. nor was nc reassured when she added: "It's belter for bay fever." However, he was content when she assured him that despite his profession she would marry him. "Not right away, though," she pleaded, "if I'm to be a gambler's wife I've got to learn something about the business." This shocked him a little. "I'd know something about It If you sold hogs, wouldn't I?" she asked. Because he was too good a gambler to crowd his luck Douglas let it go at that (To Be Continued) FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS By MERKILL BLO6SEB The Sleullig ANYTHINS «iTl HAPPEN.-. MAYBP ALREADY MAS' CWS/O A(0«ro/i/ //45 UKD THlHKlHt!, Ttlt Tfcnve GUMBO AHO MR. BEAGLE ARK " MKS- WM&LE WORSE JFOOOWM NOW WE GOHA \O*AV~ SIT TIGHT TILL Jjusr HE TRIES ./SO THE SOWETMINO r<LMJ6H Ife- NOT A6OUT ME AND (AY MISSIMG- NECKLACE / LCTS JUST TALK t&OLTT ME' f ,„•;<"/:•.'. - -• <X ' * 1&-"' ":«> *• -~ty n /m~& & v&f When t loosen the nuts, it won't cut, and if I tighten 'em, it s too hard to push-wish Dad was motor-minded!" SCIl.LA'S PO BY AL VERMEEB THERE'S .._ FISHING - THIS LAKE THEY'RE NO i EVEN SMART ENOUGH TO EAT WORMS! VIC FLINT Verbal Is Popular MOW'D >OO LIKE TO B£ ON MV TELEVISION PROSKOOA? WE'LL TAK& SOUR ACT PROA THE REMOTE: TRUCK. ANY AFTERNOON you SAY/ WHAT ABOUT TOMORROW? HXn.L PUT Ohi VOUR PITCH OLTT^Di- THE \MLKIN& PLANT AT T\VO TOMORROW Wf N&EO 6QV\6 AMUSING PEOPLE- ON THI6. fjHOW/ LIKE THOSE- SUV*, \\AKJNS CAPTAIN EASY DON'TTKV6TRiNfiWOWE,PAL! AMO tM MO T KIDDIN DIRtV CKOO YOU WOULOM PAR& SHOOT. MO MTRM1T TH fH' COM6IWWIOU TO TH'SAFE. 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