The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on October 5, 1950 · Page 19
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The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas · Page 19

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THURSDAY, OCTOBER B, 19SO OurBoardinq House with Mai. Hoopfc »LTr!fEVfLLE (ARK.) COWRIER NEW! I ALWAYS KSJEVJ VOL) COOLOTALX A I<AMGAROO OUT OF ITS POUCH, BUT THAT'S A SP6MQ FOR SOMETHING TO THROW AT CATS.' YOU'D BETTER RETIRE WHlLS YOU'RE ¥& I'LL MAKE A MEMTAL NOTE OP THAT T5EAL.' . . 50Lt> TODAV-.- SETS op BOOKS TOTALS *3<tt FAIR. AMD GO BACfeTO YOUR FALL VOrUTTLIMG/ rv\ MAiARTHA. PICKS OP A OUT OUR WAY By j. R. Willlomsl wes, you SURE. TRIMMED VOBESELP WHEN MOU BOUSHT OUT THl* OUTFIT/ THESe CATTLE AR6 «, ALL HOOFS, HORWS, WPE AN' HOLLER/ PggS THAT <3C.T TH* LAW PRESCRIPTIONS Krenh Stock Hesl I'ricc Kirhw Drua Stores REFRIGERATION • Service • Sales • Engineering DIAL 2241 *City Electric Co. FOR SALE CBlTerti 12 inch u 48 UMh. pUlc 01 reenruree* AlK> C»*ret* BllMlnt HlorLi ebeap- «r than tmuibri lor kanu chicken k**M*. MB>p Bow* len»nl k«BMx (MI thrdi H> dcUrer (Ml mt ttt tret wtlmaU. OSCEOLA TILE t CULVERT CO. ML •HZ CAME TO KILL M C ELFX£SH Copyright 1950 by NEA S«m«, i«. Blytheville Glass & Paint Co. 136 E. Main Phone 6716 FARM LOANS *•••» . Cales Wings Co. REALTORS Phone 2751 BJjteh.Ui. what did YOU do with your i'on ran gel an extra nair or shoes for winter at home just by letting your shoe service man "tin over" j-onr vacation shoes. Oet an Extra' Pair Through Shoe Repair. H-flLT€RS I IOUHUTY SHOC SHOP! I 121 W MAIM ST I N OVEMBER rain slanted against the windows and November chil! penetrated r the hlenk old house on Thorne Hill until not even the roaring flames in the fireplace could banish the coldness. But it was more than physical chill that sent a mental shiver to cavort in Leeana Thome's mind It was the grim, bitter, frightening knowledge that Pops had been BO terribly right. She shouldn'1 have come here. No amount of money—not even the magnificent salary Miss Maggie was paying her to act as companion—wa* worth living -in the same house with these Thornes who, though they were her kin, hated her. One of these days— Purposefully, Leeana blotted out the thought. Let the Thornes squabble; certainly their battles were no concern of hers unless they were directing one of their I frequent attacks at old Miss Maggie. Then, and only then,-did they pay the slightest attention to Leeana. Perhaps that was why they hated her so, L«cana told herself. Because she stood between them and the matriarch of the Thorne clan. 4 .-..- .„ Sighing at memory of the most recent set-to, Leeana reminded herself that more were to come. When Peter came, for instance. PETER THORNE was due'to arrive in Thome City on the 4:43 train. Coming from New Tork on some errand of his own, he had given no information In his terse wire except the time of arrival and "meet me." No "please." No "love" to round out th« 10 words. Just "meet me." But that, so Leeana gathered, was the way Peter Thorne was. At least that had been the impression she had gotten from Miss Maggie when she had relayed the message, telephoned out from town, to her. "How like Peter!" the old lady had said in'her high, thin voice that sounded eerie no matter how pleasant she tried to look. "I wonder what he wants this time." So Peter was like the rest of them, Leeana had thought then— and now. She supposed he looked like them, too—»t least like his brother, Jasper, who, though he was short and heavy-set, had a pinched-in face that belonged to a thin, wiry man of early-old age. But Jasper was only 43. ... Or Peter might resemble Agatha, Miss Maggie's "young" sister and Jasper's other aunt. Miss Aggie, who was 74, laid vehement claim to fll—and managed to look 1L She kept her hair up on curlers at night and spent hours each day primping before any mirror that happened to be handy. If she didn't stop using that horrid red-purple lipstick— "Leeana!" JVT'SS MAGGIE'S thin voice rose and (ell like bagpipes in stiff wind. Leeana went scurry- Miss Maggtf-t inter died. . . . "You don't bate KM, chili I c» ing up the wide, shining walnut stairs. If Agatha heard Miss Maggie, she'd come too and there would be a scene. Miss Maggie didn't want people feeling sorry for her. Leeana paused in the" hall outside her employer's door, took a deep breath and went in casually. "You wanted me, Miss Maggie?" "Would I have called if I hadn't, young worrun?" was the tart reply. "Of course not." Leeana gave her a placating smile. "But it's almost time for me to go to town. Do you still ' want me to meet Peter?" "Certainly I. want you to meet lim! You think I want Jnsper running to him with all sorts ot " !s—or Sondra?" Leeana busied herself about the room. Poor Miss Maggie, with only i few months to live. . . . Well, she thought, I'll be nice to rier—kind to her. The others were so obviously—just waiting. Miss Maggie's anger died away as suddenly as it had sprung to life. She smiled and reached out a scrawny hand. "You don't hate me, child, I can oe sure about you." "Of course you can, Miss Maggie."- Leeana never called her "aunt" although the old woman wai her grandfather's sister; the feeling of kinship just wasn't Ihere. "Then run along nnd meet Peter. And don't forget to find out —if you can—what brought him home." She laughed, her voice cracking with bitterness. "Certainly it isn't love for his old aunt or the decent desire to see her— just once more!" The 4:43 was late.' Leeana prowled around the platform, talking with the few villagers whom she knew, watching the express- men maneuver their wagon Into place bes|de the track, anything to keep from thinking how she would ask Pclcr Thorne. "What are your intentions, old boy?" .Golly! What on assignment Miss Maggie had given her this timel It was worse She reached o»t > irrxwm? hud. i be sure alxnrt yo«." than sending her ro the sheriff's office to finagle suppression of the record of Jasper's arrest -last month. That hadn't'worked at all- she wondered if this would be any more successful. y •• . "Well, 'if Hi 'isnt little Miss Fix-it!" ' The voice was laughing, poking fun at recalled: embarrassment. Leeana lelt the first sensation ot freezing vanish in a wave of red that swept to the roots of her short-cropped brown hair. "Good afternoon," she said, turning. She added, "Smart guy," without changing her best conversation*! tone. "Meeting someone?" "Look. Mr. Deputy Sheriff Marin Preston, you made your attitude toward Thorne Hill and everybody there quite plain. So why ask questions, now?". , . • • « ATARTIN . P R F, S T O N grinned down at her in the same infuriating manner with which he had refused her—Miss Maggie's, she amended—requested amnesty [or Jasper. , . "So someone IS going to Thorne Hill. Under his own power, I trust?" Leeana ignored him. "Wouldn't b« Peter Thorne. would it?" "It would." coldly."A-ha!" "Don't be crude!" Leeana (lung at him. "It's indecent!'' "Myidear young woman, so Is the way those people feel about Miss Maggie indecent. . And so u the way she feels about the nonexistent Thorne prestige." Leeana opened her mouth to protest, but a long-drawn-out, piercing whistle announced the approach of Peter's train and she turned away. When she glanced back, Mart Preston ^'as standing in the •station doorway, watching her with quizzical brown eyes. A moment later she, was being asked if she "by any chawnce had come from deah-deah Aunt Mahgaret?" (To Be ARGUS CAMERAS We've just been appointed your txclosir* agency in Blvthevllle for Arms CumerM. Set otir complete selection inrl.din f the famed Argus C3 and Argoffex. Ome hi today. BARNEY'S DRUG West Main Phone 3647 RED ©SPOT PAINTS— GLASS— WALLPAPER MIRRORS— GLASS FOR FURNITURE Awningi— Venetian Blind*— Auto Glast AUSTIN & WICKER Phone 6?07 - - 112 S. First _ HEMORRHOIDS (PILES) Dr. Nies & Nies Bbthevllle, Ark. f» I Sell That Stuff FUEL OIL! G. 0. POETZ OIL CO. PHONE 2069 PHONE Office and Bulk Plant — Promised Land "I dragged Charles to th« b«'st tailor in London and ha •till look* lik* himself!" Sorry! Wrong Number THAT VikGINIA MAKES SORE!! ALWAVS BRAGGING ABOUT HOW SMART HER POP IS! 1 WANTED TO TELL HE/? A FEW THINGS ABOUT MY POP BUT I REMEMBERED WHAT YOU TOLD ME! BY AL VERMEER **"•" NO. _ ABOU FIBBING ! BY MICHAEL O'MALLEY and RALPH LANE IT CAME FHOM S6HIM7J MCKIAKTV 66T CAPTAIN,EASY What's That Again? . S«!OPtW'. HE'S ( WUCWr I PRBftDE AROUND \CMTrsffi, . BftKELV HOmEDtTOWl 1N-ER-THAT fcls. IMEMI 1 SHERIFF ' KEOUN'ON THtW V BUSINESS HIVS CRME TO A A. CRUTCHES FOR >N—, STftUDSTUL, AH'- r-^Sjffl BY LESLIE TURNER IF THEVi ANY Y VOU HURT 'BR Y I OtiLV LM» AGIU ft / FEELIWS Mt VOU /WftNTA HEP ANSEL III A I WON'T GIF FOUR I*EN wresiN TH'I YOLILOOKIW WE'LL fJEP6RL\ UDKT EtecTION'A FOR-SOKE BUGS BUNNY How Inconvenient! 1 CAN'T. KEEP YA FRO* CUSTOMERS llvfTA MY JOINT FOR MUSTARD HAS ^^ ftOTTA STOP/ ALLEY OOP Richard's iMcn T. HAMLIN VEZZIB. ILL FIND WHERE KINS WCHATOS PENNED UP, ' THEM AUSTCIAsNS WILL FIND I GOT MOKE IN MY FISTS THA.N f^ LI'L CM BUSTED TA.VERN STOOL! BUWDEL. THE MINSTREL/ BOOTS AND IIKR BUDDIES BY EDGAR MARTIN

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