The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on April 24, 1954 · Page 7
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The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas · Page 7

Blytheville, Arkansas
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Saturday, April 24, 1954
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SATURDAY, APRIL 24, 1954 BLYTHEVILLE (ARK.) COURIER NEWS PAGE SEW OUR BOARDING HOUSE — with Major Hocmfe OUT OUR WAY Bv I R. Williams E6AD/ VN/WV DO THE BOV5 5O UM/GEMTLY ROCKING THI^t Z&ALOD6LV HlDE-mEi* DEVICE CAM Of ROCKS GIVES THE % IMITATIN6 THE CATS & EXACT £OUND OPA VOLCAMOI PtAlMTlVfi A\eOVS/?— IF Xl CARTING ERUPTION!/ ^ COULD TINKER VJlTH IT ^TEPPIWG UP tKE TEMPO -i^VMlGHT l/^ROVe_lT . WILL AWTCH 1MB INCREASe) Ct^l^LW^ DEVA5TATIM6 ^^v j^lcT/ I DOM'T KNOW/ IF I LIKE THESE WHISPER BATTLES- A MOTHER KIMP OF LIKES TO KMOW WHAT^ GOINJG. 4-24 J.R WILLIAMS WHY MOTHERS GET GRAtf ,* WAST.* WSV£ STILL TWe LIV£E TMEAieeH H£HOfPJTAL£O THE 6/ie7H,/W17CHECK -..WELL /WE" e THE & A $TKAim& OP THE JET A6AI TWEN. CLAIM ro PLUTO! owse Copyright 1954 by NEA Service Ine. By Gudren Olsorv I T HE path arched into the lonfc shadow of the stately old white house. In spite of the gentle warmth of Indian summer, Elaine shivered as though suddenly an acy wind rushed across the fields from the flame-colored hills. Involuntarily, her feet lagged. Stoe grasped Tom's hand more firmly, hut with strange perversity the tender, answering pressure of bis strong fingers seemed to crush tbe last fragment of iher courage. He slackened his pace, too, and iglanced down at her questioningly. Ac odd expression slashed across his open, weather-bronzed fac* and th* muscles along his square jaw sat defiantly. Then fcis dear blue eyes softened. His *h*i Up* curved into the smile that, until now, had made everything else seem unimportant "It might b* a little rough at first, Lenny," he admitted. "But fcffa is swelL Really swell. Ever •ince father died, she's been trying to marry me off. Long before Korm, even. Once she get* over kfac suddenness of it all. . . ." JSs sm&e flattened out and his iwords trafled on*, as though he, • loc rendered how long it would take. The knowledge that had darted in and out of all her thoughts ever since Tom had come back to her screamed in her mind once more. Yes, your mother wanted you to marry. But she had chosen Astrid Nelson for you. Astrid (Nelson, of the Nelsons, who farm 360 acres down in the coulee on the other side of those beautiful wooded hills. Your mother will j ,have apoplexy when she finds •you've married me! Don't you : know, Tom, that I'm even worse than a plain nobody? I'm Clem - Allen's daughter. That, to Signe •'Dahlstrom, will be like waving a •red blanket in front of your champion bull! Fear pressed down on her. (Memories, grown indistinct with itheir apparent unimportance. flooded through her mind with •such vividness it might have been yesterday that she sang with the choir in the village church. Mrs. Dahlstrom wasn't one to be gaping at the awkward teenagers scattered among the charter members of the group. But, from her obscure nook in the choirloft, Elaine could watch Mrs. Dahlstrom. There in the front pew, Sunday after Sunday, sat Tom's mother, straight as a fencepost and to all appearances as impassive. She never turned around to greet a neighbor or glance with curiosity at a new 'face. By what witchery, Elaine often wondered, did this aloof woman hold the respect of all the villagers and farmers? It was quite evident the American ideal of equality meant nothing to her. Sign* Dahlstrom acted like she .considered herself several 'notches above everybody else. True, §he gave a lot to the church. But, if she didn't like a sermon she complained about it •right to the minister himself. TTJST by looking at her aristo- J cratic face and observing her proud carriage, one could tell that her story of noble ancestry was the truth. Her mother and father were that high on the social icale in Norway. They were royalty, almost It was the bravery and enterprise inherited from their Viking ancestors that had brought her family to America. But ties forever uncut bound them in loyalty to their homeland. Although no one could say th&t Amundsen Dahlstrom filaio* Mated s certain wonder to his voice when be added to his mother, "My loved the Norway she had often visited as a child more than her home in Wisconsin, she was considered overvain of her background. Yes, indeed, her parents were Norwegian nobility. They were not luckless fishermen or tillers of barren soil to whom, in their despair, the new country beckoned as a place where a man could make a decent living. Yet, as though nobility must always seek its proper level above its own kind, the Amund- sens had settled among these fishermen and hard-s c r a b b 1 e farmers. Signe Amundsen would never have married anyone but a man of Norwegian descent Torvald Dahlstrom certainly was that. Of course, Clem Allen was fine for a partner at a country Darn dance or a basket social. Signe had been five ytars married to Torvald when Allen brought back his tiny, dark haired bride from the resort country in northern Wisconsin. Yes, five years, Signe had been Mrs. Dahlstrom, with one infant son buried in the little cemetery south of the village and little Tom already a husky boy, sturdy like all his mother's family. Yet there were still whisperings among the hills that Signe Dahlstrom never forgave Clem Allen for marrying someone else Elaine wondered if her father had known this. With the thought of him came the overwhelming aloneness she had felt the night of the car accident that took her father and mother. TTER mother had left her a rare •*"^ legacy: The desire to make something of herself and the will to work for it Her father had passed on to her some of his gaiety and cheeriness. No matter what happened, it finally sparkled through. Sometimes in laughter. Sometimes in song. Sometimes in queer little dances, spontaneous and delightful to see. It was this gaiety and cheeriness that took the grimness out of her will and made her friends happier somehow just to hear her say "Hello." Between the accident and the funeral, Elaine made arrangements to work in the local restaurant for her room and board so she could finish her last year of high school. The existence had been rough. But nothing had been so difficult as this meeting Mrs. Dahlstrom and living with her was going to be. Elaine shuddered. Every muscle in her slim body was stretched taut, fighting to calm the reverberation of her pounding heart. For a fleeting moment she almost wished that four years age Tom hadn't paused in his stride over the "Hill" from the agriculture campus to grin encouragement at a timid litt^ freshmar from his horn* town. That Tom Dahlstrom would notice her, much less speak, was even more astounding than the fact that she was actually enrolled at the University of Wisconsin. All her vitality seemed to ebb away under his gaze. Her books would have fallen from her grasp if he hadn't iaken them from her. She was certain he heard the turbulent pounding of her heart Shame at her lack of poise sent waves of hot blood to her cheeks. Certainly, he must be inwardly laughing at her. But, with the inherent kindness that was one of his most lovable qualities, ho kept his eyes on the gold- crowned elms above them until her blush subsided. A few minutes later he was studying her over the rim of a coffee mug in the Ratzkellar. The smile glowing subtly in his blue eyes told her that he could learn to like a small, dark haired girl with a short, straight nose., Abruptly Madison became a neighborly town and the books stacked at her elbow lost their formidability. He left for Camp Bragg a few weeks later. The campus seemed empty and desolate. His first letters from Korea seemed to be only the formal lines of a lonely boy shyly pleading for notice at Mail Call. Then as the months crept into years, his letters gradually revealed something deeper. It was such an incredible thing. Yet. by some twist of fate, she had been Mrs. Tom Dahlstrom for nine days. And now she was terrified. « * * TTHEY reached the back of the •*- house. Elaine clutched Tom's hand like an exhausted swimmer gripping a floating log. Something seemed to thrust her behind him and pull back when he drew her up the three steps to the porch. And the woman holding the screen door open. "Hi, Ma!" Tom kissed the smooth, tanned cheek. Then he met her puzzled gaze proudly. A little of Elaine's terror slid away. "This is Elaine, Ma," he said, " Tvenny' to us." Elaine felt his strong, reassuring arm around her and her inner trembling subsided. This wasn't going to be as difficult af she thought Tom drew her close to him and she sensed a certain exultant wonder in his voice when he added, more to her than to his mother. "My wife!" Mrs. Dahlstrom winced as though her son had struck her. A look of almost physical torture distorted her handsome face. Her blue eyes flooded with disappointment, cruel disappointment As though Tom's announcement had taken away her strength, her arm dropped to her side. The screen door slammed ominously behind Signe Dahlstrom. (To Be Continued) GOING FISHING? See Eddie For Refreshments BEER — BY BOTTLE OR CASE Nationally Advertised Liquors FISH TALES TOLD HERE (Lic§ Accepted) Eddie's Liquor Store and Billiard Parlor 122 East Main All Sizes Budor Porch Shades 3 FT. to 12 FT. Hubbard & Son FURNITURE Political Announcement The Courier News is authorized to announce the following candidate for the Preferential Primary July 27. For State Representative Mississippi County H. H. (Buddy; Howard NOTICE Open 24 Hours a Day Except Sunday For Rotary Hoe, Culti-Pack- er, Planters, Spray Equipment, Seed Corn, Hy-Brid cotton seed, Storage Bins— Anything In Farm Equipment Bought from us will be a Savings to You. 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