The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on March 30, 1950 · Page 19
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The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas · Page 19

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THURSDAY, MARCH SO, 1950 OUT OUR WAY By J. R. Williams . REACH OUT AN' <stVE THIS A YANK. AN' THEV'U. SWIMS WIDE OPEN/ M/^ so THIS is A ipee OP My OWN. Our Boarding House with Maj. Hoople Sapphires valued from $20,000,000 to $30,000,000 have been taken from the Yoeo deposit in Judith Basin county, Montana. HAVE DREIFUS PUT VOVR MATCH . M A-1 ": cowmm HBW'I yo*r wotcK tunning thn* dayiT li'i rial! Well, nov* w*r ixptrt repcirrrxin put ft in A-) condition. Prompt, «Sklent icawnodT* t*n HEIFUS 316 WIST \l\l\ SI. k Htntvtui u> nanoM EASTER FLOWERS , Bt.YTHEVIM.E FLOWER MART Memphis Hi nay Phone SflOI s .m Wi w "w ^ s i Dotit/i* By Rupert Hughes rigM 1950 by fc*«ft H»*M '«. by NEA S«VtOL INC. TUP. STOKVi Arier A*atm Palmer found ber fnlbrr Wendell . I'rtlmer ' murdered *t bl* honae, police iirroft her'fiance, H»e JTOUMK *cill|itor I'nul Moody. 1'almrr bna n|i[ii>sfd I'IIII\'M coorlMblp of AinleM 1" mnnj- >vnyn and m MbnM tlmtv Itefure ikr niurtler neighbor* h»4 nern Pnlil • vTMlltax; (be I'alHer MOHie. I'anl dented violence n»& *rtld hr lert I-jdater In Knud benjlh. iiln Iiriiitn wrrr fnimd an the bajic of (lie dc.tk phtjne which WMM nncd tn liallpr I'nlnifr'K Mknll, Axalra Pr"<-» lo prlvnle drlccllvr MRTtln luorliiel «((], ^ pipj, (0 cl*nT her tlniu-r of .the murder cbaTKe> AT.nloii'K t>lcn tnovrn thr detective lit IUTCIH th« c.ixe. lie- wnrnn her, linivcvcr, (hut If hl» InvcsllKatln^ proves <hnl I'ttlil U ^ulllr, be will «nt iirntrel I'nul nr wttnhnld Ihe e^-iilt-dce from Ihe piiMce. He mM k» A-y.nlcu ID loll her .slury. AZALEA PALMER was seated now in one ol the ch.iirs of Martin Queripel's oilke as she continued her story of her engagement to Paul Moody. "When Paul finished sculpting the head portrait of me—and it took him ever so long—I wanted to buy it," she went on. "I made my father send him a big check. Paul returned it torn in two with a very sweet letter." She paused. "That's the man" they accuse of murdering my father." "And then?" Queripel asked: "Paul's act made my father more • furious than ever. He said It was all a clever trick to get all of his money.by winning me. Like a fool I told my father that money meant -•nothing lo Paul except as a way -of supporting me and his art. We, had talked-of marriage,' but Paul was hesitant. He Celt sure some day he would get a big commission that would pay enough to support us both comfortably. He didn't want luxury for himself, only comfort for me. "And now they try to prove him a murderer! They—even you suspect him of trying to blackmail my father into giving him money, and then killing him, because my father refused to be blackmailed. And don't imagine that he wasn't (hreatened with it more tha.n once, "Why don't people use their common sense? What good could it have clone Paul to kill my father? It could only have meant what has happened now just because he's suspected of it. He coultln't career. He couldn't have me—or anything. Oh, God, it can't happen so! I won't Jel it! What a miserable world it is! My poor dear Daddy is beaten lo death, and now they want to rob Paul of bis life and put an end to all the -glorious works of art he has waiting j n his soul. Killing Paul wouldn't be merely killing a man; it would mean murdering a whole world of beauty. 'HE worst of it all is that it should happen just as everything was'clearing up for us. For suddenly, out of a clear sky, there came the chance of Paul's whole existence. That bi(; National Electric Company decided to put up a huge building In house all its western ofTices; and the architect designed a great arched entrance with'a big bronze group ot a dozen 9r more figures. '•'•• "There was a competition, o£ course; and a dozen of Ihe best American sculptors sent models. Everybody, even some of the rival sculptors, admitted that Paul's design was the best. Did you see it?" Queripel shook his head. "I don't go in much for art." "Well, Philistines man, the aviator—idealized figure* —all representing what electricity has done—as Paul said—to rescue man from the dark and to multiply him almost into a god.' "Well, it would have meant adding a great work of art to this town—which needs it so badly.' To Paul it would have meant fame and—" For the first time Azalea's features were softened into a kind of reverie. Her eyes were still those bewildering diamonds, but now the multi-colored irises were rainbows after rain. Then tears showered them again. • .* • gHE bent her brow to her hand for a moment while she fought off the throes of defeated happiness that writhed through her flesh and ' poisoned her soul. Looking down at her, Queripel found himself templed to leap up and shout in protest against the torture of such a young angel. "Stop crying! Ill get him free for you. He may be guilty as hell, but, since you want him, I'll get him for youl" That was what his soul cried aloud within him; but his voice was still, and he made no movement beyond reaching out his hand and clenching hers. She seized on it as if it were a rope let down to one drowning in a deep well. And she seemed to climb upward on it into hope; for she lifted her head and shook off her tears till he felt them on his 'wrist. The grimness of battle lhat sat so quaintly on such delicate beauty glowed again in her eyes as she said: "Who, do you suppose, crushed all Paul's hopes and mine? Who, do you suppose, had the deciding vote and prevented Paul- from having that commission awarded to him?" .,. ' Queripel gasped: "It wasn't—it couldn't have been—" "Oh,- yes, it was!" she cried; 'It was my father. I begged him to see the model, how beautiful it was, how ugly was the very aky fo the surgeon, and Ihe soldier, and the young mother, the deaf would have loved it It was In- thought that it should never be spiring—from Benjamin Kranklin made.. But he wouldn't. He roared drawing the lightning out of the ? l n 'm: 'That man shan't have the skv fn thn Ttirirrv-m nm-1 flm r-r>l.it«_ inh Anr) K« cVion't t-iiim „,„..[>»* And he shan't have you!' (To Be Continued) SHEET METAL WORK OF ALL KINDS Custom work for gins, alfalfa mills, oil mills. Custom Shearing up to 1/4 inch thickness. Frank Simmons Tin Shop Broadway Phone 2651 117 Chamblin Sales Co. • Sales & Service • "Your Friendly Studebaket Dealer" RAILROAD & ASH PHONE 6888 m prepaid. 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