The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on August 24, 1950 · Page 10
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The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas · Page 10

Blytheville, Arkansas
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Thursday, August 24, 1950
Page 10
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'_ THURSDAY, AUGUST 94, 1950 OUT QUR WAY Bv J. R. Williams Our Boardina House with Mai Hooole •LTnTEVTLLE (ARK.) COURIER NEWS HOW'D 1OO STBIP ALL THese TRCA&^ )RY TeAM6Q\T SAM ? USING A. JUM80-SI7.E 8LACK3ACK fnese DAVS ? THE WAV v*Je MOT TO T&LL i^ DITCHED THE AFTER We RAVTHE HOTEL, HOW ABOUT OF OF TH6 HESPERUS BUT -lOU'RE 00- TO see AM' SOME'S MK.S HBOSLEVS--I 6UESS 7HEYI.L 86 SLAP TO ON OUR VACATION 1 FECL TEW PER CESST CHEAPERTHAN BESIDES A RAH-RAH FOROOR. HERO? s, AGAIW LOL3DER BUSTER BORW THIRTY VEAE.S TOO 5OOJ '•- — PAGE NINETEEN • Service • Sales • Rngineering DIAL 2241 City Electric Co. Here's One Way To Save Money Expert Service Hfl LT€RS QUflLITY SHOC SHOF III W MAIN ST. Copyright 1950 by NEA Service, Int For Improved KIDNEY FUNCTION V^ aVmajofity of cawY investigated v in~- several hospitali and clinics, tubnormal Kidney function was improved, Bladder pain and : discomfort reduced after the use of " ', Mountain Valley Water. ;' K your doctor hai diagnosed - t your condition 01 functional Kid* ?; ney impairment thii natural, un- i treated mjneral water may be very ^beneficial. Try it for a few weeks. -, -'* N delicious, pure-tasting, and \\-ay be consumed freely. Whiskey Shop '^ Main & Division loantalnYalley PRESCRIPTIONS Fresh Stock ranteed Best Price* Kirby Druq Stores AUTO GLASS Installed Blytheville Gloss & Paint Co. 136 B. Main Phone 6716 STOP! Get nur figure on your plumbing job. It can bt cmivenienllj financed through FHA. We contract complete job or will sell JOB Ihe fixtures and roujh- in material and yoa choose your own plumber. r4puir work is s l vcn onr prompt ,-iUvntion. See or Call Onburn Supply 1916 \V. Main Blytheville Phone 3208 or Onburn Plumbing Co. 1310 Ward Ave. C.irathersvNle Phone 1179 I T lHi <>nr<Ien was completely .shut in, on three sides by walls of while limestone, on Ihe fourth by the low, sprawling, comfortahle house itself. Gilbert Summerfield was giving i party. And the party was quiet and opulent, restrained almost to the point of decadence, as all of Gilbert Summerfield's parties were. The guitars of the half-dozen musicians, unobtrusively ranged at one end of the garden, throbbed quietly, so that a suggestion, rather than a blare of music, hung in the cool sweet air. Gil Summerfield. in a yellow linen coat perfectly cut to his tall figure, moved among his guests, the little half-tolerant, half-cynical smile on his lips. He walked with • slight, barely-perceptible limp of which he appeared completely unconscious. He had very black hair, faintly-smiling black eyes and a long wiry body. There was = suggestion of steely strength about his arms and shoulders. His fingers were brown and strong, the first two of the right hand stained yellow from his eternal cigarets. ^S he passed the corner where old Mrs. Delavan was holding court, she put out a hand. The thin hand, heavy with old-fashioned rings, closed with a kind of possessiveness over Gil's wrist Ancient, shrewd, acid-tongued Margaret Delavan was very fond of Gilbert Summerfleld. Gil dropped down on the grass beside her chair. "Getting enough to drink, Deiiy!" he inquired. "I get enough," Mrs. Delavan said comfortably, "or I raise the roof. I'll pay this for you and your parties, though Gil Summerfield. You have dinner late enough. It's midnight now." "We stirted at 10 o'clock, Delly," Gil pointed out. "BahJ I don't believe in turning night into day. But that's what a place like this does for you." She waved a bejewelled hand to indicate Beimuda. "How long have you been, here now, Gilbert?" "Three years now. I've had Ibis house for two and a half." "A Nepenthe of wastrels. Look «t 'em lying ill around.' Mrs. Delavan's keen eves were traveling over the guests. "Suddenly she pointed. Mrs. Delavan. by birth, breeding and character, was one who could point and jet away with it. "Isn't that Ede Frey over there?" she asked. Summerfield followed her finger. Reclining in a glider across the garden was a tall young woman in a white chiffon evening gown. Her hair was the color of pjle bronze and the slight wind blew wisps of it around the narrow suntanned oval of her face. She had i good straight nose, high cheekbones and a wide scarlet mouth. The chin below the mouth was pointed and determined. Curled on the glider at her feet was a huge Irish setter, belonging to Summerfield. The cnnciles laid a yellow tint across his sleek red back. A gentleman in a cream dinner jacket was bending over the young woman, holding a match to her cigarct. "Yes." Gil Summerfield nodded •Thai's Edith Frey—1 should say Ihe former Edith Frey. She's Mrs Peter Flood now, you know." "What's she doing here? Living or vacationing?" "Oh!" For all his urbanity G Summerfield's shrug was a little too casual. "Living. He writes." "Wasn't she," Mrs. Delavan had to address the side of his face because he had turned his head away, "quilt the flimour girl i few years ago?" •Gil's toice was a little Im^ tlenL "You know darn well she was, Delly. You know all about such things." A renlleman was bendinj over Hie jouns W'om»n, holdini i milch to her cigaret. "Of course, I know," Mrs. Dela van looked at him shrev.'dly. m srev.'y. didn't do you much good when didn't do you much good w she married young Flood, did Gilbert?" it, wlIMMERFIELD'S hand evened 'on his knees and the fingers spread. "I'll be 'trite and say, that's life'." "I admire philosophers. But didn't old Cornelius Frey cut her off without a cent when she married Flood?" "That's the story." "Then how do they live down here?" 1 think," Gil said cautiously, "that Ede has something of her own. From her mother." "Corny Frey," said Mrs. Dcla- van, with authority, "is a mean old devil. Of course, this Flood was palpable fortune hunter but Corny could let them have some- Ihing. fie recks with money. Had a private fortune to start with and doubled it, they say, in that advertising business of his." Summerfield turned amused eyes upon her. "My gosh. Delly, what 'puts sach ideas into your head? They're married. Quite happily, as far as I know." "You don't know anything. When you get my age you'll be able to read faces. And people. 1 Suddenly she put a hand on hi: shoulder. "I like you. young Gilbert. You're a waster and indolent and no-account, but I like you. You've got too much money, that's your trouble. And 1 wish you didn't have. I'd like to see you settled down and amounting to something, but I don't suppose I ever will." She sighed. "Well, I presume you're bored. So run along. Run along." Gil sauntered away. Near the door leading into the house was a large table loaded with bottles He poured brandy into a snifter and carried it away with him. For a moment he leaned against the pink-tinted side of the house studying the face of Eve Flood over the rim of the sniffer. Perhaps, he thought, old Delly had been right Perhaps he hadn't, a yet. the ability to read faces. He smiled. No doubt Delly had started the wheels of his imagination turning. Ede's face, upturned to the man in the cream dinner jacket, was laughing and alive But, it seemed to Gil, there was i trace oi bitterness around the corners of the mouth, and her lips were a hard red line that laughter couldn't hide. • • • TTE hadn't seen much of Ede these last few years. But twf nonths ago when she and ner lusband had. come to Bermuda ind taken the unpretentious cot- age overlooking Riddle's Bay, hey had renewed their acquain- .ance. Gil's mouth twisted wryly. Once I had been friendship, very good Tiendship. But a casual drifting friendship. Too casual, Gil thought now, too drifting. He'd merely been one of the men who were always "around" Miss Edith Frey. There'd been no particular reason for her to consider him en the more spectacular and then-successful Peter Flood had more or less crashed into her life. Peter Flood had come out of the Midwest and brought with him a touch of its drive and energy. He had also brought a play that he proceeded to sell to a well-known producer. The thing had run lor a season, which in itself was nothing especially startling. But it was Flood's first and the critics marie much of it. For a time Peter Flood had been the fnir-hnircd boy. He was seen everywhere, and with everybody who counted. And, prcsenUy. he was seen chiefly with Ede Frey. Apparently Peter Flood, with his bold, almost arrogant eyes, his shock of ginger-colored hair a^. his full, rather sullen mouth, was a man who made things happen suddenly. All at once, and quietly, the marriage was an accomplished fact. Rumors started Ihen. I! was said in cafe society that old Cornelius Frey, wealthy advertising agency owner, opposed the marriage There were stories of bitter quarrels between Cornelius and his new son-in-law; between Cornelius and Ede. People entertained theories, and kept them none too private, that old Cornelius, keen as a razor though his fortune was originally an Inherited one. perceived that this energetic young man was one who. even though temporarily successful, believed in making financial assurance doubly sure. Cornelius, they said also. was long on family and tradition. And the roots of Peter Flood were obscure. (T« B« Continued) We're Proud of Our Work 1 wo 1 * • Woodwork during « Weldmr BARKSDALE MFC CO Machine work Manufacturing SHEET METAL WORK- OF ALL KINDS Cuslom work for gins, siifalfa mills, oil mills. Cuslom Shearing up to 1/4 inch thickness. Frank Simmons Tin Shop f-U South Broadway Phone 2651 Rubbed the Wrong Way NO WAY TO STASH THE DAY. JUNE ' WRONG 't c^l.?^ ,- \ i. WAS THINKING ABOUT SOMEONE IHOSE. Boys you GIRLS DAI ED [.AST NIGHT THEY WERE BOTH SO SOLEMN--CARRYING WORLD OH THEIR. SHOULDERS/ "I guess what attracted me to you. Doris, is that we had so many common interests!" I'icks Mis Spots BY AL VEKMEBR 1 WALKED INTO I SAT ON MR. GRUM&LY'S DESK AND SAID, "LISTEM HOW ABOU7 OPEA//A/G SOME OF THOSE MONEV HE DIDN'T^---] AY ANYTHING. THE BOSS'S OFFICE TODAY AND REALLY SOUNDED OFF! r The l.ilftc Kaf j'hui iiY MICH A HI, O'M'AI.LKY and RALPH LANH WHAT DO YOU MEAN BVTH6XTHAT& WHAT I SYNDICATE* BOrrt.E?ARE NOO Jl TELLIM TKVIMSTOTELL ME THESES A CRIME SDU EXPECT 70 \ NEVER FINP ecu\EOWE CUT/CASJ TELL, THERE SFVJNg/—'IP CHUSTV . ON SOU? i r'HSEON KNJEW WHAT r U'Ag TELLIM's'OU-- WHO'S XWES THE LITTLE THE ACHE TELLS ME THIS INTEREST 5TV IFAT,UAWTHe WOT IS ( GET ME OUTA THIS JUG BV TONIGHT^ VEIZ TEEMS \BEFOEE THAT COPPER FEOM CHI GETS HERE T2 PICK. ME UP Irs A CIWCK TO SPEIMc WE ...I GOT IT ALL FIGUEED OUT! THERE'S OWLV THE SHEEIFF AN' HIS DEPUTV WATCHING THIS ON6-HOE.SE CLINK! TTvE'LL MEED ACAETO PICK UP TH' SfifS ftW GET / GOT VEESELF A OUTA THIS EEGION BY DAYLIGHT. THEM WE'LL V SPliriH'SWAG SO-SO! BUGS Hil\NY isriny Deep Stuff V* LOOK 5ILUSR \ THIS IS THE THAN USUAL IN/ACCEPTED THAT OUTFIT, ^ COSTUME SYLVESTER.' I I FOP. A O~ VACHTING, AN ftLLEV CAT MOOCHED LIKE YOU WITH A YACHT... YAK/ I'M LAU3HING.' THIS TIME I'M GONNA CftUL VER BLUFF !, V CREW WILU BE HAPPV TO liii.slctl Gimnm 1 ! V,'v5 VwA:7 UNTIL SEE CO? IN HIS Ct/MAN LHS'CN OUTFIT.' 1-5'S A VVMT LCN5- I JUST 3J5T.' J =>CC-Z C: '' HOOTS AM) HER BUDDIES A Sore Subject BY KDIJAR MARTIN

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