The Key West Citizen Newspaper, March 17, 1947, Page 4

Shillelahs ig Greet ‘Friend’ Missing a Aue a Hrs. FAITH, i "TiS SE PATRI RICK'S DAY— Patrick's Day * e "THE KEY WEST prmZzEn (5 RR ee ITS OSV ITTV. ‘Celebrates - ee 94th Anniversary. A birthday party was given re- cently at the Monroe . County Home by Mrs, Lawton Watson’ in honor of Mrs. Arn Eliza Kémp, jone of Key West’s oldest © resi- dents who was ‘celebrating her eee oh x * a dee O'LAUGHLINS GREEN CAR 601 Rh Aeaenenneeneennnasenesasaasasanaaee 94th birthday anniversary. - -Paith, and ‘tis not a happy St.| ported’ missing on St. “Patrick's! “Mrs. Julia Nelson gave a read- in the home of| Day eve last night, police said— | ing and ‘there were several vocal Francis O’Laughlift and his arr a 194@ Ford pickup ‘truck, li- selections rendered ‘by Mrs. Flora colleen, Mrs. O’Laughlin, today.) cense ‘number 38-GR-1, owned by | Michael, Mrs. Nelson and ‘Mrs: Their Dodge sedan—green, inci-'Tom Weaver of Weaver’s Camp,|Charles Seymour, all of © which déntally—(and what other color| Stock Island. were enjoyed by those present. . would an O’Laughlin have?) is! The North Beach Inn has re- ‘Mrs. Watson then read” her Missing. | ported to police that a prowler or birthday cards and everyone join’ One Dick Richardson, a chief;two have been causing concern injed in singing “Happy Birthday” machinist’s mate at Boca Chica,}that area. Four cases of beer'to Mrs, Kemp. Delicious refreshments . were tS o% may be greeted with shillelahs,} were reported: taken, guests’ cars begorra, if and when he turns up; broken into and small articles| served, with the O’Laughlin machine. taken. A police check was re-| and ese pe se ide pg se “The O’Laughlins, who live in quested. Those attending, beside a Poinciana Place, “loaned their} Mrs. Jessie Porter Kirke, own- County Home Shee were: Mré. green. carry- -all to ex- -Friend | er of The Trading Post on lower | palbert Bethel, Lilien and. her Richardson about 4 p. m., Satur-.| Duval street, reports an attempt- | husband; ins inva: Michael, day, to be’ delivered immedately ed break-in Friday night. A glass| Mrs. Charles Seymour, Mrs: Clau- at Boca Chica, but 40 hours later! in the rear of the building was dia Demeritt, Mrs. Rhodes Baker he still hadn’t been heard from. | broken but the place was not as Percy Roberts, Mrs Tatas The O’Laughlins have reported /tered.:The Trading Post was rob-|tyo9q, Mrs. Bertha McConnell the matter to the police. bed of ‘some $400 in jewelry |g. ‘Julia’ Nelson Mrs. Lavelon heise aad green vehicle was oe two weeks ago. Watson and Kathleen Snodgras. nn i eee H. Pita To Wed Mystery Drama Violet Arias The Catholic Youth Club mem-| Mrs, William Marshall, 510 Pe- ‘bers: will’ meet with Gerald Pin-|tronia street, has announced the : ~ engagement of her ’ sister, ‘Miss der and USO-NCCS- WD Worker, | Violet: Arias, to Hector Pita, son Eileen Coughlin on Wednesday, | o¢ Mrs. Grace Pita, of Key West. March 19, 3:30 p.m., at St. Mary’s| Their marriage will take place Parish ‘Center, for the assignment | this summer. of’ parts in “The Jeweled Hand”, | a mystery play in one act by Chas. | TODAY’S BIRTHDAYS George.’ ‘(Know America) | Rev. J. H. Johnson, S.J., pastor’ Rabbi Stephen S. Wise of New of St.Mary’s Star of the Sea York, faried Jewish 1 eader, born Church, said today that latent in Hungary, 75 years ago. dramatic talent would be develop-} — J(ohn) Cheever Cowdin, board ed. and he would announce the/chairman of Universal Pictures, production date afte rthe Lenten|born in New York City, 58 years ago. CYC To Peseat Announce Coming Wedding Mr. and’ Mrs. Merrill , Felton, No. 2 Lowe’s Lane, announce the approaching marriagé “of ** their daughter,” Rose «Mary, to ‘Herman L. Bradley. The wedding will take place on March 25, 7:30:.p.m., inthe First Methodist Church.. Friends and relatives are invited. a ~~ 2 Prof. Paul E'.Green «of. the Univ. of ‘North Carolina,\ noted teacher of dramatic art, -bornin Lillington, N, C., 53 years ‘ago. In 1900 the average life expect- ancy at birth in the United’ States was 47 years. season, a ~ Chapter’ ee A A faded battered string of freight ears of the N.M. & A- slowéd by*the w. ie tower, 0 of the barn-like doopts:on the o Beers side .s borer and a mak eered out. For a moment “he dung; to the iron ladder on the i fy ee arent haan "sage wr opp the ropn thout’ fonkiee back, Ihe™ struck ‘across the desert.” ea * Beeause of his cramped muscles jis 5 was short and stiff. qt rst Dut gradually it) lengthened to’an easy mile-consuming gait. ‘The “warm dry. wind sent dust devils swirling after him and the late .afternoon sun threw. his ‘@longated. shadow on the ground before him, it was not unlike one of.the giant saguaro cacti grow- ing around him. To-the' untrained eye his ap- i belied his surroundings. ance was a yellowish tan, not the}healthy bronze that comes from-outdoor living, and his city clothes. were ill-fitting as though he had grown after buying them. Now .as though suddenly con- scious of their inappropriateness he removed his coat and waved it violently in the air then tossed it over his arm, If he had had to explain his action he would have Said ‘that the clinging odor of a sheep ‘car, was thoroughly repug- nant to an ex-cattleman. “After a mile his undeviating course brought him to a small adobe house on the side of: what passed for a Pein A gard ve age SB ane and ae the scanty: shade a seared « china-berry tree some*brown children played. The than stopped and counted them thoughtfully. Four! He emitted .a wry chuckle and knocked on the wooden door, .* “Que es eso?” a drawling voice sales e}man didn’t answer and. in x moment the door swung wide and*,.a drowsy-eyed Mexican gpetod out. His breath was heavi- ly potent with a mixture of garlic fall ‘tequila and now his mouth ell ippen in a gape of disbelief, Is. it ~ten Dios! Senor Irskine! you?” Irskine laughed appreciatively. “Do I look like a ghost, Pacheco?” “No senor, though you are muy blanco.” The thick lips widened in a happy grin. “In the paper a year ago it say you killed in War. » Jeff Irskine’s thick eyebrows agama in surprise, then he too Eelaped. “That mistake happened 0. a lot of guys, amigo.’ .. “Si, but Iam glad it is not so.” “Not half ‘as glad as I am,” Jeff said dryly. He shifted his weight to the other foot and gave his belt a hike. “Four years is a long time to be away from Ari- zona, Pacheco.... I never thought I’d long for the homely sight of a dried-up’ tumble weed, but I did.” Pacheco nodded solemnly. “Si, itvis a long time. We have missed you.” . Gesturing toward the group of children, Irskine grinned. “Well I see you haven't wasted the years.” “Ah, los ninos!” The Mexican chuckled proudly and gave Irskine a sly wink. “That is the way to keep the woman: happy, Senor, -never allow her to forget that ape is your wife. My Carmelita ee ow es ee a ‘The man: stopped anid} SESS ae! ‘houehtfullys is aijewel; I, was very: oy to win: her.” He ‘stood ‘aside. “Come in, Senor, come ‘in.? r STOOPING slightly: as he-passed' through the door, Irskine -en- tered the cool gloom of the thick- walled adobe. The room was throughly lived in and had ac- cumulated all the smells that had ever drifted through it. Pungent Mexican cookery vied with cheap wine and tobacco for dominance. In one corner a young pg: was slapping tortillas on sizzling griddle. Her full bunchy skirt swayed behind her in time to her quick motions and her blouse drogged over one shoulder revealing Mowing tan skin. She turned and flashed them a quick generous smile. “Buenos dias, senor. You will eat with us, si? “Gracias, senora, gracias.’ Spanish came as easily to ae Irskine as his own tongue and now he lapsed into it. “I was hoping you'd put me up for the night too. “Aji” Carmelita gasped in dismay and stared at Pacheco. Irskine laughed. “I’d forgotten about the children. Of course you have no room. How about letting me sleep with the horses? A pile of hay and an old serape make a mighty fine bed.” “Only two horses, senor, and not mauch hay.” Pacheco looked doubtful. “Suits me fine. Give me“ a chance to get acquainted with the nags. If you'll let me narrow: one ‘shoes; it: was good’ to!be -back! of; them, ; I’m (Boing : to ride} up home tomorrow.* He: glanced down at’ the desert dust ong bis Pacheco ‘frowned. “Senor, there is something I have not told you.” The slow-spoken words seemed to hold an undercurrent of warn- ing and Irskine’s head jerked up. “Surely it can’t be that’ bad, amigo.’ “But it is, Senor,—someone is living in your house.” “What!” “It is true. A young lady and her father - « « for almost‘a year now.’ Irskine swore softly. “I gave no one permission to lease my land.” “J do not know how it hap- pened,” Pacheco said in a troubled voice, “But several times I: have seen Senor Coulter riding up there.” “Coulter!” Jeff's thrust forward. “So around.” Pacheco nodded mutely. Sleep was slow in coming for Jeff that night. The hay was soft: and fragrant, the. woolen serape warm, and through the stable window the stars seemed brighter and closer, as though welcoming him back to Arizona, but his mind mulled restlessly over Pa- checo’s news. Strangers on_his land and Coulter involved. Here was trouble and for the Irskines- trouble and the name Coulter: had always been synonymous, Tomorrow he’d get to the bottom of it. lower jaw he’s - still (To be continued) Staaed e ad . : hy ‘ 4 TASATH 3 ‘ 5 Yt * : Te ote tia £ ¢ * x > val’ 4 ' PALATE he awit! wrragtriti. |) FEF SAASSSO4OSNS Se