The Key West Citizen Newspaper, April 11, 1950, Page 3

TUESDAY, APRIL 11, 1950 THE KEY WEST CITIZEN PAGE ?HREE TOM & JERRY WELL THAT ONE 16 RUINED / J'LL OUST HAVE TO PLANT OK. You LAZY CHICKENS iF YOU CAN GET THIS HIGH Black Jan Walks Again AP Newsfeotures Chapter 2 STARED at her’ in astonish- ment, She was all too serious. “But what has my book to do with it?” I tried to make a joke of it. “That’s the trouble here.” I » thought of the subject of my last book, and was more puzzled than ever. “I know it was just fiction, but-you did do some research, didn’t you?” ji ms yes, but it was intended as ris.” ction, Tris. “Still, you'd be likely to know about—” “Suppose you begin at the be- a HAVE: Tews YOu 7 z ALWAYS CARRY SOME & MONEY WITH YOU FOR 2 JUST SUCH AN < EMERGENCY.” THIS IS THE MOST STUPID THING YOU'VE EVER DONE, DIANA / WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU KIDS HAVEN'T ANY OF You Gor MONEY TO PAY THAT CHECK 2/> Do You REALIZE THAT I'M AY WORK AND THAT TLL HAVE To ASK MY BOSS FoR TIME OFF To PRACTICALLY B BAIL You KIDS OLT OF THAT GOODY SHOP =” BE =BUT L_ SPENT THAT ON AN EMERGENCY THIS AFTERNOON WHEN I BOUGHT A NEW DRESS! AFTER ALL, L DIDN'T EXPECT TO) AONE PAY AND ETC~ETC~ BTc-~ ginning,” I suggested. “Tt began months ago. I woke up one night with a feeling that something was wrong. Greg was not beside me, but after a mo- ment I saw him outlined agains fhe window, just dimly. At lea: I supposed it was Greg, but the silhouette didn’t look like his.” “Didn’t look like his?” “He seemed heavier, and h FACED WITH TWO EMERGENCIES IN was simply petrified. I couldn't call to him although I tried. I couldn’t make a sound, like in a nightmare. Then he turned and came towed me, and, Hugh, he walked differently! I reached out atid snapped on the light by-the bhed—and—it . wasn’t Greg! It leoked like him, but the expres- sion was different and—and—the pérsonality was not the same, if ‘ou, kriow’ what I mean, Then, batare my very eyes the differ- encé fadéd and he was Greg. Now, what happened?” “Did you tell Greg?” I evaded. “Not all. He seemed to be walking in his sleep. About the time he became himself he gave CHUCKY LOOK A LOT SHARPER IE YOU GOT YOURSELE A HAIRCUT’ ¢ THE STAGE IS SET FOR YOU, MISS MARCH /wLETS SEE YOU PUT CHUCKY THROUGH HIS PACES WITH PATSY / \e. iS a. little start and looked at me with an embarrassed sort of laugh, ‘Must have been walking in my sleep,’ he said, ‘Did I scare you?’ I let it go at that. But that doesn’t explain the change I saw in him, nor that he was wearing clothing that belonged to the! more than anyone else about—| * head seemed. a different shape. I j Middle. Ages before he changed back to himself in paiamas.” “What? Oh, then it was prob- ably a nightmare carrying over foran instant.” "FE thought of that, but I wasn’t dreaming, and it’s happened sev- eral times, The last time I was more afraid of him than ever. There was something so—so evil about him. So I told him that his stespwaiking broke my rest and it.would be better for me to take another room. He didn’t object.” “I'd have a doctor examine him,” I suggested. “In all the years I knew him he never walked in his sleep!” “But it’s more than’ that, I tell you! He actually turns into some- one. else! You know how proud he is of his family and their his- TOO LATE ---1 AM EXCITEC YOU SAVED MY LIFE -- GO EASY, DICKIE , DON'T GET ToO EXCITED tory. He spends hours poring cube old manuscripts and making charts of the castle. Do you ne pose that he might actually charige into one of those men— be-—-be possessed by one of them?” “For heaven's sake, Iris!” I gasped. "She Bave a little laugh, “T told you I wasn’t sure. I’m afraid— Ym: afraid the explanation lies with me, Hugh. I believe Greg is te same/as always, but I—” ‘ FLICKER of emotion crossed her face just as a step sounded Now I'M GOING TO in the hallway. and I was ready By Florence Kerrigan for the voice I heard a moment later. “Ah, Monty lad to see you again!” There no mistaking the hearty welcome in Greg’s voice. He was slightly heavier than when I had seen him last, but he could stand the added weight. He was slightly below medium height, with raven black hair untouched by a single white thread, pale, triangular face with a sharply pointed chin and point- ed tips to his ears, which gave him a singularly elfin appear- ance, and black eyes that gleamed differently with each emotion that passed behind them, His was at once the face of an ascetic and a satyr. After dinner he escorted me through the great room which had once been the main banquet- ing hall. The walls were hung with pictures, portraits of his an- cestors, < “We'll begin with the earliest, not necessarily the most interest- ing,” he apologized. Truth to tell, ‘the first one or two pictures were not very inter- esting either in artistic skill or in the personalities of their sub- jects. I was beginning to think Greg’s skill in recreating the pag- eantry of the castle had waned, when we came to a striking one. “That’s you to the life, Greg!” I cried. Truly, it seemed that Gre himself laughed out of the dar! background. Greg in peach-col- ored velvet with cream-colored satin ruffles, and a hint of a sword hilt just above the frame. The eyes were marvelously alive “I was petrified as he turned and came slowly toward me.” under the dark eyebrows which rose to little points in the cen- ters. They seemed to be laughing at us in a kind of malevolen| mockery. 4 Greg laughed carelessly at exclamation, but Iris stiffened. “That’s Black Ian the pirate,” he said, and looked at his ances- tor with a peculiar light of affec- tion in his eyes. “One reason why he is called ‘Black’ is because he was supposed to practice black magic. ic. t's believed,” he went ‘on, “that he still roams the castle— not his ghost, you understand, but he himself. He is what, tradi- tion so graphically terms ‘un- dead’.” “A vampire?” I asked with an involuntary shiver. Somehow, the flickering lights and the gro- tesque shadows of the three af us wavering on the centuries-old walls .made it. easy to imagine whole. cohorts of,.dead and gone knights ahd retainers wai us silently and invisibly, and fantastic folk’ story seemed cred- ible in such a setting. = “Exactly, I've never scen. him, however. He is su |, to pear in russet leather, with a curved scimitar’ thrust through his sash, and Vier are boots. Does he: wear requ tion pirate hat with skull cross- bones, Iris?”. “No. His-hair is drawn *back— it waves more than yours Greg—into a queue in the His clothes are not russet but a deep shade of Sure with real point d’Alencon frills."- 1: Greg, “She has seen him,” said matter of factly, (To be continued) SCORCHY SMITH o MY TRANSLATION OF THE OLD THAT DOWNDRAFT GUIDEPOST IS PINS US HERE ..~ FINEE, SCORCHY. 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