The Key West Citizen Newspaper, April 13, 1950, Page 11

» 1950 TAURSDAY, APRIL 13 MB Era latin INISH WE IT@8 My OWN DESIGN- AND HAS Ev. ay AMERY JAKE THE KRY WEST CITIZEN Just The Thing ¢ “BUT I HAVEN'T GOT THE DAY OFF’ mx CAN EXPLAIN EVERYTHING... MaTHE KIDS COLULON" BPAY THEIR CHECK: B SO I CAME ALL THE WAY BOWN FROM THE OF Fece TO OAH) NE ACTUALLY GOING “P ED Our vives | ermees we CION'T YOu TELL ME YOU HAD THE DAY OFF P/ WHEN I SUGDENLY DISCOVERED I HAD LEFT MY WALLET IN MY DESK AT THE OFFICE/ @ 3 SO L CAME IN/ WELL—THIS IS A FINE FiX— DIDN'T BRING ANY MONEY WITH ME, EITHER / I WAS JUST TAKING A WALK WHEN I HAPPENED TO SEE YOLI IN HERE- JUST CHECKED THE LISTENER RATING ON CHUCKY LUCK’S GUEST SHOT! HE HAD'EM HANGING ON THE ANTENNAS / HE AND MISS JULIE WILL BE MOVING IN, J REALIZED DICKIE HAD BEEN AT WORK WHEN J SAW “VIDEO” GETTING UP HER SAILS! ABOARD THE (ATBOAT WE MADE & DECISION— DICKIE JOINED THE THUGS SO |-HE COULD IMMOBILIZE *VIDEO” YET US. ESCAPE IN THE CAT. ~ BOAT! HERE'S DAN- SCORC es \T DID SEEM TO BE KIDDING ABOUT "FOLLOW THE SCORPION <.. A BLANK 4NO THE SALAMANPER: 1S & TUNNEL J! FORWARP!/ 10H.’ FORGET THAT YOU READ OFF THE OLD SIGNPOST, y PIXy,! ‘ YE SIR OAKY, SIR OAKY DOAKS, MISTER EPSUM SALTER AND HIS eg. U.S. Pat. OF. AP Newsfeatures THE SCORPION’S ¥ YOU HAVEN'T HAO YOuR MIND ON HOUR WORK, “STRINGS”.EVER SINCE THAT MARCH DAME SKIPPEO OUT! WwTAKE MY WARNING AND FORGET HER / A Smash Ending | HEY Jin SOME CRAZY JERK IS CUTTIN’ THE CROWO Q -{T WAS TO SWING THE CAT AROUND, HEAD FOR “VIDEO” AND ATTACK THOSE THUGS, FISTS AGAINST hy MACHINE \ GUNS! YOULL Y= GET THE REST FROM THE REAL HERO eet PARDON us ! IT’S DICKIE. WHO'S GETTING THE REST! ’*Snorefull E GOING J THIS DEAD VOLCANO 1S LIKE AN OFFICE BUILDING! DON'T WE WANT TO GET OUT SAY, ISN'T IT GETTING WE DOWN HILL.’ NOUR HIGHNESS, MISTER )SIR OAKY, MY SALTER 1S LOOKING FOR ? DUNGEON. A JOB AS A JESTER/;— |S FULL OF JESTERS WHO DID NOTHING BUT = BO YES, AND I SEEM TO HEAR A ROARING IN, | Di hs ti ti tin lin tan ict ini inn in inn nt nn tintin in nin inna nnn ln nnn tina ini Black Fan Walks Again By Florence Kerrigan —— Sl fear. AP Newsfebiures PAGR BLAVEN AMM AABABADADADAAAABAAASAABASADAAAAAALASEADASEAAASABRARAD Chaptet 4 1 Dominie.brought a friend, a priest,” I weit oh readifig the old diary, “who claimed that he could lay the spirit with a crucifix and holy water. We per- mitted him to try, but it was ufi- successful, for I myrélf saw ‘the cloaked figure of Ian in the castle hall, a significantly taunting fact, since he does not usually appear in the castle. ... “A strange old man has come to the village, claiming to have heard of Black Ian. He says he is the de- | scendant of one of the old Viking ‘valas’ and knows how to lay a mischievous spirit. We allowed him to try, The seance in the crypt was a weird one. We gathered in the dim room with a single totch light flaring fitfully and the shad- ows it threw leaping grotesquely on the stone walls. The old man | began by calling forth the spirit of Tan. It was done, he tells me; in accordance with the old Scandifia- vian practice supposedly ingti-~ ed by Odin himself; with. firé, d water. and incantations. 'A editable spirit appeared, oid man talked with him and ast Ian agreed to refrain | from further mischief until—” I turned thé page and found wholly irrelévant matter, and on looking closely I saw that the page nad been neatly cut out. Appar- | ently Ian did not walk any more, t | | | for there were no further men- | tion of him in any of the diaries. | But why he did not, and what the terms of the bargain were, I would | probably never know. Iris was not aware of the migs- ing page. “Anyway,” she said, “he seems to be walking again, so the bargain was not kept, whatever it was, In my room that night with the ; written events of the diaries shut- { tling through my mind, it was | easy to people the halls with | 2 ts and to imagine their pass- ing with every gust of wind. It was even possible to give credence to. Iris’ story, To even consider UU Please Do Not , Tack or Attach |} POSTERS Of Any Nature On The demon possession was not exactly} the kind of meditation to give| calm afd repose to the person in- dulging ih it in a reputedly haunt- ed, room! Still, 1 dozed off, to awake with a start. The room was dark, save for a sauerg of moorilight which had shifted from the floor to a corner | of a heavy table in the center of | the-room, In. that small patch of moonlight rested a man’s hand. A than’s hand with a frill of very fine lace falling over the wrist! For an instant I stared at it un- mae Then, with a super- human effort I reached out and pressed the electric button near my bed, flooding the room with light: By the table stood—Greg? | Greg, ‘clad in peach colored vel-| vet, with a damasked waistcoat of gold silk, the already men- tioned point lace of cobweb fine- ness, and protruding from his coat a gold hilt of a sword on which his right hand rested easi- ly, the points of the lace frill fall- ing to the second knuckle of his fingers. 'as_it Greg? Greg's face, but not Greg’s expression. Greg's black eyes, but not his the sar- donic, bitterly mocking gleam in them, Greg’s elfin features twisted as if: some genius at makin, masks had taken Greg’s face an‘ accentuatéd all the potential evil in ‘it. He bowed moekingly, and the sword ‘blade clinked against the able, “Weleome to Castle Quayle, Hugh of the Montgomeries. A pleasant stay to you!” T THE sound of the voice, so like Greg’s, and yet so unlike, I. sprang from my and glanced instinctively toward the door, The key was in the lock, and 1 distinctly remembered having turned it. I looked at my visitor again and the eyes glowed with unholy glee. and were most certainly not the eyes of a sleep- walkér—were hot Greg’s eyes at all! I made a dive for the door | and turned the handle. It was/ : t lock Ot Such Practice Is Hazardous to the Safety of the Men Who Have to Climb the Poles ~ **" ® ®&2*® ANY POSTERS ATTACHED TO OUR POLES | 4 WILL BE REMOVED AND DESTROYED | - 2k * : The City Electric yst ? I spun around afd the stranger” i was gone, leaving, howe¥er, a clue to his means af exit, A panel, near the head of iny bed was just quivering into place. It opened- again at my touch, revealing a, long flight of steps, harrow be- cause cut in the wall, but ary, and- firm, I snatched up a flash light from my bedside table, aiid: fol~ lowed the figure which my light picked out a few steps below me.* He turned and lookéd up and. waved a gay salute, which, half an invitation to follow. tue His sword clinked on the steps and his spurs sounded miusically- as he descended. At the: first, landing he turned at right angles and disappeared. When I reached the spot I readily found the doors and opened it, ‘ I found myself in a room sitnilat | to mine. A small lamp with a.dim bulb in it glowed on a table near the bed. casting most of its light * on the pages of a book which lay. beside it, and throwing the of the room into deep shadow, But.I could pick out the fotm-of} my visitor in the act of sinking, into the big chair by the tabled. He stretched out his booted legs. arranged his sword, and sighed I came in, found the electri, switch, and lit the center lighty in the ceiling. . ‘You like light,” he obser * “T—not so much. One candle is’ enough for my needs and désites,"+ He leaned back in the cushions, and his arms lay slong She padded. arms of the chair, the long-fin. co yet strong hands relax s I watched, the hands grew slimmer and whiter, and familiar? little blue veins appeared on : th backs of them. The frills duape ’ peared. I stared. The man in the chait ; was Greg. Greg in pajamas and§ bedroom slippers with a frayed: bathrobe over the pajamas. By: no stretch of the imagination’ could he look like a booted: andit : spurred young dandy in peacl colored velvet and peak lace, Buy I had seen him! (To be tinued) ¥ ee The City Electric System | i