The Key West Citizen Newspaper, June 12, 1952, Page 8

THE KEY WEST CITIZEN ‘Thursday, June 12, 1952 By Fred Lasswell Fra SEDGE Seip SINCE ME AN SUT GOTH )] [PORE SUT Than LOOKY, LEETLE , > EBENEZER! YONDER comes ) | FT ARZ A TIE AN HAIN'T NOTHIN YORE DDY LIKE A CHESSY CaT--1 BET AHOss } | [PRY TME HAW-HAW- HE'S TH NEW MAYOR OF HOOTIN' HOLLER ‘BEcINNING=-- VF Sa ICICLE ISLAND WHERE aquire CONSIDERABLE PROGRESS 1S BEING MADE IN SECRET SCIENTIFIC EXPERIMENTS “© CONTROL WEATHER BY AIR- CONDITIONING “THE EARTH !! Bur AFTEf ALL THE HEARTS I'VE KICKED AROUND, I GUESS I HAD IT COMING! No, IPS NOT FUNNY = WHEN IT HAPPENS TO YOURSELF, ir HURTS OH, WAS JUST me JHINICING HOW T FELL FOR HIS SILKY LINE ” DID HE FOOL ME! I'M SORRY, ID, =So I'VE MADE U BuT I'M Your AN UTTER FOOL) VERY BEST OF MYSELF.’ OVER | FRIEND.’—I DUKE, I MEAN J! -/ SimPLy HAD —>—— ; Yon. BOVE. Ne sto? ‘ WHAT'LL, BULLETS J SHOOT CISCO, Do Now? NOST LIKE! LY. m8 Pr cage OEGUTY... hu MAKE TH FANS FORGET { ALL ASOuT z21P _-~ ~THEN A TOWERING FLY 4S LUFTEO INTO SHORT LEFT FIELD, AND AS WORNBLO RACES BACK Chapter 16 The Nice Long Vacation By William Neubaver very we} the day he had married} “Yes,” he had to admit, “you Leslie. She had been a perfect always have. I was opposed to it. 'RIGHTENED, ‘on the verge of) Vif. in all respects, She had not| But Bruce Hail said Leslie needed hysterical tears, Leslie looked | across the room at her husband} and cried angrily, “Why are you s0 cruel to me, George? If you} protested when he told her he was taking her to America to live, and she hac not protested when he told her that he had de ided }a nurse, and you were the only nurse available.” “I was happy to come. You would be surprised if you knew want to dispose of me, why don’t) to dedicate his life to the service | ony how happy I am to be here. you simply say so and have done with it? Why must you torment) me this way?” George, who had been standin; there feeling sorry for hey, w astonished, to say the least. But he had perception now: that was one of the things his experience as a soldier had given him. Cro: ing the room in several quick, long strides, he knelt beside the bed and took one of her limp hands and kisse_ it tenderly. “You mustn’t say such things,” he told her. “You know better than to say or think such things.” She threw her arms about his neck, almost strangling him in an excess of emotion. “I love you so. George. I love you so.” “A rather good thin; with an attempt at levity, sidering that you're my wife. Now iry your tears and put on some lipstick and rouge. You don’t want your new nursz to think you're a frump, do you?” “George, she'll look at me and laugh. Please, George, don't her, I don’t need a nurse, yl don’t. In another day or so I'll be able to hobble about,on crutches.” “Nonsense.” He rose, his blue eyes flashing. “Dr. Hall insists that you remain in bed for at least two weeks. You didn’t break any bones, but you gave your back a bad wrench, And as for what Jane Bancroft thinks or doesn’t - well. it isn’t very important.” He turned as the doorbe!! rang. “That must be Jane now. I'll let ‘er in Paying no attention to hor of protest, he left the > and hurrie downstairs pened through the li e noticed that the st z blowing through the onene’ » dows had sent his wife's fr d pretoatanh flying across the room le. picked it up and restored it to its place o honor on the man-| tel. Looking at her face. he sud- denly realized that he had done of others. “I understand, George.” Nothing more. Just those three, quietly uttered words, And help. Help such as he had never expected to receive from her. Aware, as he had not been aware in the begin- ning, that it would cost a great deal of money to found the sort of industrial training school he wanted to found. she had set out} to charm people into backing the enterprise. And when she wanted to be charming she could be very charming indeed. In no time at ail she had won Bruce Hall and Frederick Forsythe over to their side—and she had been very suc- sful with women, too. Actual- ly, there would have been no dustrial training school if she + done such a good job of rk on Alice Cranby, their big- gest backer. And they had won through. Because of Leslie . . . because of Leslie. He glanced about the room and felt angry with the girl who had come b: from the past, the girl whose very presence in the vicin- ity was enough to cause L tremble with doubt, with fear. cursed Bruce Hall for having ar- ranged for Jare to be Leslie's nur: turnéd. Sooner or later, as Bruce Hall had said, the question would have to be settled. And now was he best time to dispose of it one way or another, E E went to the door and opened it. It gave him a start to see standing there in a green ai her hair blowing, her brown eyes ieangqae his face. She looked now exactly as she had Jooked ia Paris. Hello.” he said stiffly, trem- despite himself. “It was very e of you to offer to help us out. “You ‘shouldn’t be surprised, George Haven't I always helped you when I could?” But his common sense re-/ t's a nice house, a nice room. Your wife, apparently, has good taste in furniture and decora- | tions, as well as in men.” “Jane, stop talking like that. Stop being angry with me. You hurt yourself more than you hurt others.” “Do I?” She laughed and, rising, took a little tour of inspection around the room. She studied | Leslie's picture on the mantel. “She looks like a good soul, I'm sorry it is necessary to break up | her heme.” | He scowled, his fair face turn- ing a deep red. But it turned red because he was angry, not because he was embarrassed. “I never loved you,” he said. speaking the | truth at last. “You were a pretty girl who was helping me and, be- cause it seemed so important you, I made love to you. To tel you the truth, you were pretty pathetic in Paris.” She whirled, her face turning pale. “You lie!” “Tn a sense, yes,” he said calm- ly. He went toward her and held her face up tc the light “You were very nice and I was very fond of you. I’l' even go so far as \to admit that I enjoyed your kisses. But as for loving you— | Jane, look at me, then tell me if I'm the sort of man who would | fall out of love with you and in love with someone else all in the space of four or five months.” “George, stop pretending!” “T am not pretending.” “You love ie.” She turned and went to the hall, “You may not think so now, but you will see. One of these days you will forget this clever woman who has—” “George! George, is she here yet?” He sighed. “You had better go upstairs. She seems to be in pain. Bruce Hall left instructions for you to give her a hypo if she | needed one.” | (Te be continued) Escaped Convict ‘Slays 9-Year-Old Cirl Hostage CARMEL, N. Y. (®—~An escaped convict, making a desperate effort t® seize a getaway car, stabbed a 9-year-old girl hostage to death Wednesday as police closed in on him. Hit by three police bullets, the convict surrendered and was taken to a hospital. His little victim, stabbed with a butcher knife as her mother looked on helpless, died an hour later. The slayer, Donald Snyder, 25, Canastota, N. Y., gave warning of his desperation and cried: “If you come near me, I'll stab the child.” Alex Williams, 45, school bus driver and a special policeman, tried to persuade Snyder to release the child, Betty Lou Arnold, As he talked, he sidled up closer and fired, hitting Snyder. The ex-con then plunged the knife into the little girl’s abdomen, Williams fired two more shots, and Snyder gave up the fight, Williams was the driver of a school bus that brought Betty Lou home late Wednesday. The littie girl, daughter of a Prosperous hardware merchant, was crossing the lawn to join her young sister and another child when Snyder emerged from be- hind a bush. He walked up to the house and told Mrs. Arnold: “I'm an escaped convict. The cops are after me. I'm not fooling. |1 want you to let me in here or I'll take your children.” | The mother screamed to the | children “Run, ru Two of them ran, but Snyder seized Betty Lou, | Snyder kicked open the house door, dragged Betty Lou into the Sa Bab jkitchen and grabbed the butcher Official U.S. Navy Photc t the U.S. Fleet AFTER AN EXTENDED TOUR OF DUTY t , USN Sonar Sc nt C be transferred J June 20. He n 1926. Since | Knife denen ae te the woman: “I want : you to me to New York’ mo BS) les away ‘ 3 As Snyder held the knife close s jto the ch her mother led them T to the cellar ge and they got ‘ into the family car. led for - r tin with his man¢ e Trooper Ray- summoned by to August bors, sought to rescue the gal n in Green Haven for auto theft, had | escaped T erving ai ‘ 7 ser *vur ne | Generals Upped TOKYO (#—Three U. 8. major F s in Korea Wednesday were a. Bet promoted 1 nerals—the vious A rank called for by their present re o O. Bareus, com- of the Fifth Air Force: mer, commander and Willard B. commander of the Ninth