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MONDAY, APRIL 26,1954 PACT NTN1 By J. R. William* OUT 6UR WAY OUR BOARDING HOUSE with Major Hooplt HAVE) OUR ^ E6AD,60YS/MR.POPOVER 16 -^ U^C^T AC A ^/-AT^BT y COMMS TON16HT TO AUDITlOrtf %>$£*** If,S*!?!S^ MV >£>LCANO AMD EFFECTS/—SHALL Ml/K YOUR PlCKPOCK&T a HERE FOR DAY/f\ tHE , OFF,gLJTA\YS') — VMMAT ( /MOTHER TOLD ( TIDE'S THE miMHttofaf* S^ ( Cor». 1«?» h» Nl» Vnk*, '««. / ''""••» w^j. 1 Ik .« Z 1 1 IIVERMORE HAS RESORTED* TO MANY TRK&S IN HIS EFFORT T) DELAY MEPHEW ©ROVER'S DBFVXRTURE— MAYKEHP THOSE SPARKPUJ6S AS A SOUVENIR, UMCLC LUCIUS/ I MADE- CERTAIN! TO KEEP AN EXTRA SET OK HAND,OLD BEAN/ TWANfc25 SO MUCH HOSPITALITY? CHEERIO/ "We took the cake out to our clubhouit tnd ate it-—! know how you hate to see the floort all crumbed UD'." "Anyone seen my electric razor?*' At Last, Complete Peace Comes to BELCHERVILLE, Tex. "Belcherville doesn't have a mayor, doesn't have a school, doesn't have telephone exchange, and now it doesn't have a postofiice. It was closed by federal economy. But the 51 persons who live here« are proud of the smallest incorporated city in the United States ar- cording to the last census. It isn't on the state highway map, but it's in Monteague County north Texas. Each second Tuesday of every month there is a community supper. Everyone who has had a birthday! the previous month is honored guest, j Belcherville had 2,300 inhabitants the turn of the century. But one night people on one side of the town got mad and burned down the: other side of the town, and that side ! retaliated the next night so that the j whole town was destroyed by fire. ouse " Copyright 1954 by NEA Servic*. Inc By Gudren Olsqnj; _ THE STOUT: After » »orprl»e marriage. Tom Dahlntrou bring* hilt bride Lenny, ace Elaine AJ- le». home to Hve with Mm mother on * Wisconsin tnrm. Lenny I* terrified by the thought that Mr». Dahlntrom. her mother-in- law, will »ot approve o* th,« marriage. II M RS. DAHLSTROM took a 1 deep breath and seemed to will her expression back to its normal dignity. Ignoring Elaine's outstretched hand, -she opened the cioor behind her and slowly moved inside to let her son and his wife enier the white, shiny kitchen. As if it were something un• clean, Elaine hastily tucked her conspicuous hand into the pocket of her navy blue suit The vague, unwarranted feeling of guilt she had kept submerged in happier thoughts these past nine days exploded inside her. Scintillating like a rocket, the guilt shot through every nerve. She began to tremble as. reluctantly, she eased away from Tom and edged into the kitchen. Timidly, she glanced up at him. Little by little, she let the affection in his eves wash away some of the feeling. Gradually her trembling ceased. • She forced herself to look at Mrs. Dahlstrom again. Hep eyes were large and blue like Tom's and filled with the icy fire of indignant questions. Elaine couldn't face the questions. She turned to Tom again. Although he grinned unhesitatingly at her. he must have noticed the expression in his mother's eyes, too. "We should have told you, Ma But you'd have gone all out for a fancy affair with a satin dress and a cake six feet high. Lenny refused to let me pay for it," he *vr>]ained "Therefore, we spoke the fatal words before the Reverend Rolvaag's brother. You know, the one who has a church in Blue Mound. Then," he paused and chuckled Like a little boy pleased with his own cleverness. *"my friend in Madison' and I went up north, where we caught only three measly bass!" A hint of warmth had come into Mrs. Dahlstrom's eyes when Tom mentioned Rev. Rolvaag's brother. Then her forehead creased and she swallowed hard before she rasped, "Then you did have a proper wedding." Tom didn't seem to notice that his mother's voice was harsh. "We sure did," he laughed and patted her shoulder affectionately. "I'll get Lenny's things irom the car, while you two begin to get acquainted." As though telling her once more that everything was going to work out all right, before he •went out the door he squeezed 'Elaine's arm confidently. * * • \JOVING over to the sink and •"•*• picking up the potato peeler, Mrs. Dahlstrom spoke politely and tonelessly to Elaine, "Won't you sit down?" There was really no harshness in her voice, but the meaning Elaine read in her previous exclamation seemed to bound into all the corners and nooks of the Jcitchen and out again. It flailed Elaine like the wings of a hawk. Only a minister could perform a "proper" wedding. To dissolve :$irh a wedding was a much more so: :ous matter than to nullify the indifferent phrases of a justice of the peace. Would Tom's adored mother try it, anyway? Tiny icicles of tear began to r ^.. n)?: . tr^jflo^ beart Murnnir- u** 'Tn«nk /ou,' iht tat down GOING FISHING? See Eddie For Refreshments BEER — BY BOTTLE OR CASE Nationally Advertised Liquors Staring at Mrs. Dahlstrom's broad, rlfid back, she vowed that she'd never let this woman force her to leave Tom. in one of the neat white chairs and listened to the fire crackling in the range. She wished some of the heat would creep into her. Staring at Mrs. Dahlstrom's broad, rigid back, she vowed that she'd never, never let this woman force her to leave Tom. Without turning around, Mrs. Dahlstrom inquired curtly, "How old are you?" "I'm ... I'm 22," Elaine stammered, furious with herself for sounding apologetic. "Tom is 27, you know," the other woman pointed out. Her thoughts seemed to turn inward and she added quietly, "Mr. Dahlstrom and I were the same age. We knew each other from childhood. In fact, we grew up together." She paused a long moment. "You haven't known Tom very long, have you?" She spoke almost mildly, but Elaine, with her acute awareness of how Mrs. Dahlstrom must fe«l toward her, sensed a far-reaching meaning in the question. "I suppose one would say ,. I really met Tom when I was a freshman at the university . . • before he left for the service. We ... we corresponded," she replied. Then, inwardly reviling herself for her frankness, she went on, "When he was in Rudeville High, he didn't know I was alive. He was too busy to notice me." Elaine laughed awkwardly. "Tom was a busy boy in high school," his mother acknowledged. • • * simple statement of fact. •*• accented with a mother's natural pride, shot a barrage of unpleasant thoughts into Elaine's unwilling mind. Sure, Tom was busy. With Four-H, glee club, baseball, basketball. But busiest chasing after Astrid Nelson. It couldn't have been all his mother's idea either! But sh« is thinking right now how much better it would have been if Tom had married Astrid. A girl his own age. Of the same background. Someone Tom grew up with, like Signe grew up with Torvald Dahlstrom, Tom's father. The dim feeling of inferiority that had haunted her all her life began to wrap its tentacles around her heart, squeezing until she thought it would stop beating. ' What would happen when Tom saw Astrid again? Would he see how beautiful she still must be? If he compared his new wife with Astrid how could he help but know his future children would have been much handsomer could Astrid .have been their mother? ' Elaine rubbed her moist palm* across her skirt. Why didn't Mrs turn around and look at her? Why must she methodically scrape those potatoes as though there wasn't another soul within miles? The sound of Tom's footsteps on the porch was like a shaft of sunshine through a blackened sky. Jumping up, Elaine held the door open for him. "Come. Lenny," he said, brushing past her, "I'll show you my room—our room, I mean." There was a touch of embarrassment in his grin. Elaine longed to fling her arms around him and let the feel of his big, powerful body urge away all the baffling emotions, that were tearing her apart. "You'd better put the luggage in the big room, Tom," his mother ordered, spinning around. "My room." They both looked at her. Elaine had the aw^ul sensation that Mrs. Dahlstrom was choking back tears. Her lips were a tense line of blue. She refused to meet their eyes as she moved from the sink to inspect the Contents of' a pot of applesauce that had oegun to teeter back and forth . over the ridge of the stove lid. j Picking up a spoon from the _ enamel shelf above the range; she began to stir the sauce. i The movement seemed to relax: her and a calmness came backi into her voice. "I always said that when Tom got married that: was to be his room." She paused a second and her voice became strangely gentle. "Torvald put those big windows in for me. I used to like to lie there in bed in the morning for a few minutes and watch the sun rise over the forest" • * * INSTINCTIVELY Elaine •*• wanted to say something kind to Mrs. Dahlstrom. The lump that sprang to her throat stifled the words. Elaine wasn't the woman that Mrs. Dahlstrom had hoped would move into her house. Yet, uncompromising honesty kept her bound to her promise. Tom set the suitcases on the floor and gently put his hand on his mother's erect shoulder. "Why don't you move back into the big room yourself?" he asked kindly. "You'd enjoy the sunrise now as much as you did years ago." "I'm too old to be climbing up and down stairs," she answered, shrugging his hand away. Tiny pinpoints of fire sparked from her eyes when she looked at him and added tersely. "This is my house. You'll take the room I tell you." Resignedly. Tom shook hia head. "Okay, Ma. You're tht boss." 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