The Key West Citizen Newspaper, April 4, 1951, Page 6

fain Sic OS ES eee BARNEY GOOGLE AND SNUFFY SMITH ion KNY Woes? Ciiizen By Fred Lasswell | | SPEAK UP, RIDDLES!! Do ve OR DON'T YE TAKE THAT FEMALE FER YORE LAWFUL WEDDED WIFE P OIE, MN SUPPER'S GITTIN’ irritating in room; but the w worse. if any- WELL, HE HEADED FOR THE HILLS. YOU CAN FOLLOW HIS TRAIL - ME HAVE LETTER FOR CISCO. HEAP A GIRLS HANDWRITING! LET ME HAVE IT... ‘LL GIVE IT youre) N- WELCOME! . ae Sate ETTA KETT a note in case Joe w ke up and missed him. He | light striking his eyes now would S|} from a parked car. stood under a light in the hall he scribbled the note. He ave gone for walk. If} ay low until ren- ne time machine. > gave the nigh’ and mumbled he} ould be bach shortly. The air had cooled with the night. The sky was clear and dot- ted with myriads of stars. He held his head up, watching them, feel- ing that in some way they linked him with the past. There was the north star. Po- . It took fifty years for light 1 reach the Earth. The it that striking his left it out the time left the past and plunged nto the future. d space were a strange mixture. The light from Polaris, for instance. In to weeks the time and he chine would return, could go back to 1950—and the leaving Polaris—yet here hat to reality build the simple fact was the clue hat had enabled him to machine. ft IS feet had led him into a resi- dential section. Every two blocks there were street lamps. In between were the dark hulks of houses and the shadowy clus- ters of shrubs, with here and there the gleam of reflected light --e became aware, finally, that he was being followed. He let this knowledge penetrate slowly. It could a Vargian or a man, He decided it must be a_man—one c! the agents of the Custodians. It irritated him somehow. Of course it was well intended, but | tions like he wa j out his ear they were a little too © they kept a outside all night ju’ to take a walk At the ne paused and finger in his ea The _ foo! stopped w after a br mc into the street lamp. It “Why didn’t you i stead of following : asked calmly. “I thought perhaps you wanted to be alone,” Neal said unabashed. “I could as easily have kept you from knowing you were being ure o matter of fact, I ppo thoughtful of you not to t I was restless and wanted to it off.” “I can drop back again,” Neal suggested. “No.” Ray said, fr illusion of being wouldn't be there. I’d keep th Z of you back there, following m that you're here, though I know why you should be, I'll be glad of your company. That is, if you don’t mind.” “I'm sure it will be much more comfortable than lurking along behind,” Neal said with a chuckle. His eyes studied Ray Bradley covertly as they walked along in silence. He was trying to think of something he might say that weuld start the conversation roil- wning. “The ing. ee eyes were slightly down- cast, umseeing except for almost unconscious guidance of his foot- steps. He had all but forgotten Neal Smith. (To be continued) | closed the door to a bare crack = t) i PANO NOW YOU'D BETTER TAKE ME IE / ITS GETTING GEE, HONE’ To: PINCH MYSELF TO MAKE }i@ Lers Ger SURE I'M NOT DREAMING -" gigaly I CANT BELIEVE WE'RE | NOVELIST CROY | BACK ON THE FARM MARYVILLE, | Homer Cro: ist. is: t: I mn o cicY GUY.’ gnesr' DONT KNOW WHAF You SEE IN ME! NO WONDER THEY SAY LOVE IS BLIND / lit REAL SOON; recking up nd t ing background, and I'll ors to an while I’m back here in Missouri.| graphic Society. y of purple suits, re hats and light pink shirt.. But he figures to be she “fancy duds” soon to get to work. One of his books, said, will be based on material I ypt and Lapland @ a Missouri love tory. “I’ve got my plot,” he said. 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