The Key West Citizen Newspaper, August 14, 1952, Page 8

Page 8 THE KEY WEST CITIZEN. Thursday, August 14, 1952 BARNEY GOOGLE AND SNUFFY SMITH GOOD DEAL!! now LE'S GO OVER TO OUR FIT AVENOO FITTER AN' GIT FITTED WIT’ SOME 1 GOT US TWO TRAIN TICKETS TO HOOTIN' HOLLER AN' WIRED TIGER WE WUZ COMIN; FITTERY Dh 77 lr ee WELL-SEE THAT I THINK YOU DON'T DISTURB fLL GO AND A hen epee WALD.’ Hi orn FOR A GOOD EDUCATION = MOUNTAIN . THIMBLE THEATRE—Starring Popeye EN !! You ARE SER ee sarroniaL SUMPTUOUSNESS !! TRAY GAY, CO LALA AND YOICKS !! YEAH-- WE WANT TO LOOK LIKE TWO GOOD DEAL! we sunt | DON'T WANT THEM apr igen bg WE" momtaoe YES-MARIE-IS EDNA THERE ? WELL- PUT DIMPLES ON- YOU GIRLS BE READY AS SOON AS YOU CAN-I'LL TAKE YOU TO LUNCH- WE'LL GET SOME OF THOSE TRIPLE-DECK BATTLESHIP HAMBURGERS= Lilt 8-14 We i Hh (Tes Cope. 1982, King Features Syndicate, Ine, World sights reserved. 'M HUNTING ) CANT GET INSIDE Hi, BINKY.’ SEEN MY DOLL, BTTA AROUND ? 1 LEFT HER HERE AND WENT TO PARK THE CAPR I-CAN'T! I TIED THE LET GO, ROPE TO MY BELT! PANCHO! NOW , ANYHOW .”— TOO ./ WHAT ) THE THEATER'S )\ jLuCcY LU COULD NOT DELIER ) “OmSimsx SO MANY=*-1 AM MAKING NEW RADIO- LLED cLouos!! SWELL LOOKERS GO IN FOR THE BEAuUr SHOW .! COME «AND IF THIS DOESNT STOP HIM, ~ WE'RE BOTH DEAD HOMBRES! JUST WHAT IVE GEEN THINKING, JSP.-SO TO ( SKIP,WE AINT GOT A CHANCE I'S HORSEMAN Chapter Nine “Awe rig Forrest,” Austin replied. u’re the boss. I ain't quittin’ King just yet—not i11 I tell him to his face that he’s a cow thief who ought not to be alive with a daughter like Belle. So I'll do my best to get that herd through to the ranch with the me: I’ve got; but it’s only fair to warn you they’re not gun hands. All the tough-case gents slipped out when ou bought in. The ones left— seven all told— are mostly old- timers who can’t hold down a hard job any more. But if Edmonds here says he can stop Ramson, then I'll bank on it. If that herd can be got through them forty odd miles to the ranch, I'll get ’em ‘em through.” He paused and looked at Mon- tana. “Only one thing I don’t like about this—leavin’ town with you stayin’ here.” “If you mean Rundert,” Mon- tana said, “I’m avoiding troubie. I've no quarrel with him as long as he don’t force one.” “I want Rundert on the stage with us,” Forrest said. “1 don’t be- lieve he’ll make trouble in the presence of the girls. And if he went with the herd, Austin, one of you two men wouldn’t get there alive.” : He turned and a cough began to seize him. It bent him, doubled him over the edge of the bar, his face down toward the brass rail, and Montana grabbed him. Forrest was coughing the hard- er, trying to speak. He made a weak effort to straighten up, and a gurgle that was unintelligible came from lips fast turning red. The stricken man tried to get his left hand to his side pocket of his coat. On a hunch, Montana slid his hand in. He brought out a small box that rattled. Medicine! Quick- ly he dumped two white pills into his palm and got them down Hol- land Forrest’s throat. Forrest swallowed and Montana’s hand came away red with blood. A couple of minutes more and the spasm was over. The Easterner sat at a card table, too weak to ‘mall white fuszy dog Ans ‘othe mame Curley Phone BY WILLIAM HOPSON get up. He wiped his lips with the handkerchief and put the stained cloth back into his breast pocket. “That's about the .. . worst one l ever had,” he managed to smile. “Been about two weeks since the last bad one. They’re getting worse all the time But thank God 1 won’t have many mote of 2 | them,” he finished. WHEN he was able to talk again Montana and Austin took him back to the hotel. The Texan left them in the lobby and mounted his horse to return to th@ herd to Start the forty-mile drive. The girls were all ready upstairs, said the clerk, in.bed asleep. With Forrest’s arm over his neck, Mon- tana helped the older man up the stairs to his room and got him into bed. The Easterner lay on his back, white sheets tucked under his chin, his face still drawn from the ordeal. Then he asked a question. “Edmonds, do you know King Ramson?” 2 Montana shook his Head, his face turning stony. “Only by name.” “You said you could stop him.” “I did.” “I believe you can. But I’m wor- ried very much.” “You'll feel a lot better after a few-hours of sleep.” “I’m gambling six hundred head of cows on the word of a man I never saw until a few hours ago. I'm gambling Helen’s future se- curity on it too. For all I know you might be one of Ramson’s men, or anybody else. But I believe in you. And there's still a big ques- tion in-my mind: How are you going to stop Ramson? For all his flamboyant manners, he’s a pretty tough character in many ways, & tremendously big man.’ “T guess he’s got it on me there,” Montana said, smiling a little at the picture of the man who was his father. “I seem to have taken more after my mother, who weighed less than a hundred pounds, though she used to say I took after him in many ways.” The sick man’s wan face took on a look of puzzlement. “Mother?” he queried, 12c per line for one day Mc per line for three days Wc per line for six days 9c per line for twelve days 8c per line for twenty-four days Minimum of 3 lines per insertion OPPORTUNITY ‘Retiable’party ty nandie wholesale fast selling Tections, through new typeasy matic merchandisers Ny, Age not essential C sh requiret—e J uniess definitely “This man who calls himself King Ramson is my father, Mr. Forrest,” Montana replied, mov- ing over and sitting down on the bed. “His real name is Jim Tharn- ton. My real name is Brand Ed- monds—after my mother’s family —Thornton. Last fall, I came in to kill him. I got as far as Buckner’s Crossing and ran into some of Black Jack Caswell’s men. We shot it out there and Ben Carson got me away. I was—” “Then you are this notorious— this legendary man they call Mon- tana?” Montana nodded. “That’s what they call me, Mr. Forrest. Mon- tana. I'm the man Black Jack Cas- well has sworn to get for that fight at Buckner’s.” “And that’s how you're going to ‘stop’ him?” he asked. “That was my intention,” was the low reply. “But something happened on the train. I saw a woman; the kind of woman I think I've always wanted as a sister. Belle Ramson. No,” he went on, “I can’t throw a gun on this man now. But I’ve promised you I'd stop him and I think I can keep that promise. Anyhow, that’s the story. He seems to have married again. What nae to the woman who is Belle’s mother?” “She's back East,” Forrest said. “King’s rough ways—and perha an eye for other women—finally forced her to leave him. Belle visited her this last winter and tried to effect a reconciliation, but it was no use. Ramson wanted her back on his own terms and she refused to budge. Anyhow,” he added, smiling, “I feel a lot better now. I have a feeling I'll still get a chance to sit on that hundred- foot front porch that overlooks the basin and watch those six hundred head grow. A good sleep will do wonders for me right now. And you've no need to fear that T'll reveal your identity to anyone. Tl keep my word to a man to whom Helen and I already owe much.” And Holland Forrest kept his word. He died in his sleep an hour later. (Fo be continsed) PS Retrgeration Pertave BA SOT 2607 may 52 Ma Page @ Advertising Department The Key West Citizen