The Key West Citizen Newspaper, August 30, 1952, Page 8

Page 8 THE KEY WEST CITIZEN Saturday, August 30, _ BARNEY GOOGLE AND SNUFFY SMITH HOW DO, } | THAR YE BE, rhe Piso eag MISS TIGER =~ FIRST OF ALL ('D LIKE A PAIR OF CUTICLE SCISSORS iG. WINNIE O'DAY YEARS OF HER LIFE CARRYING WER SON 'BLITCH’ IN HER ARM6— FRYING TO GET HIM ON STREET CARS AND INTO CARNIVALS FOR HALF FARE~ POPEYE, 1 wont oe L-uET You LOOK AT UP THEIR MINDS) | SCAR! aN ARE You V IN THAT CROWD? Cecwre wcse rin | fee WE'RE GOING To RUN DOWNTOWN THERE BEING NO FURTHER OBJECTION FROM THE MENFOLK, “MAIZIE“ INVITES CISCO AND | | DISAPPEARED--MYSTERIOUSLY! CHANCE UF SLEEPIN' LATE COND He ane QomerHIne like a cold sigh from his throat and the what had hapuenn only him fully. He sat down and swallowed hard too to move for a moment. He got up again and moved toward the house, silent on wet moccasined feet. He knew “the place well, from his previous visit. Outside of the door through which rugged old Ben Carson had packed him that evening so many months before, he pa’ . He tried to listen, but the voices that came through the thick bullet-proof walls were merely a muffled jum- ble. Montana left it and began to circle around the building. He came to a shed-like affair, more of a lean-to built onto the south side of the former station. It had been a storeroom. The door gave with a barely audible squeak and he was inside with it closed again, .Standing in pitch-black darkness. He became aware that he was not alone and without further ado dropped to his haunches to get out of line of possible fire from any of Black Jack’s riders who might be sleeping in there. A heavy Colt was in his right hand. Then he heard heavy, labored breathing. Then a man’s voice: “Who's there?” Carson! “Quiet, Ben,” Montana whis- pered. “It’s Thornton.” “Thank God, boy, you've come. Over here in the corner. I’m tied fast. Get my .. . hands loose, will you, Brand? Circulation is about gone. I was about to start... f yous with the pain. That Black lack is a devil, but watch out for Buckner. He’s bad, that scum.” ,. “I know,” Montana said, work- ing swiftly. “Can you walk?” asked Mon- tana. “I_ don’t know. Circulation is coming back and it’s shooting hot needles into my arms and legs. Here, give me a hand.” Montana hoisted him to his feet. Carson’s knees buckled and | a@)| HELL'S HORSEMAN he got his limbs moving. They, “I don’t like this kind of talk,’ started toward the door and then wied the Dutchman's “vo in the darkness Ben "s|his pi \ stumbling boot struck an empty pail. Its rattle sounded like all the devils in hell banging a symphony in a trash pile. “Out the back door,” Montana hissed. “The creek bank’s not too far away, If we can get that far it’s something. I'll cover you from there if you can make: it the rest of, the way.” é 7 “Tl try,’ Carson replied through puffed lips. [SSE the big room, Buckner, Black Jack, Dutch Saunders, and Ro Rundert still sat in a semicircle around the now fireplace, talking. Buckner, speaking in a low voice, continued what he had been saying: “The eut goes as is and you can take it or not, Black Jack. I know | 57 you and Dutchie think you're}: pretty rugged gents, backed up by this bunch of snori eut- throats here on the floor. But it was me that made all the for this deal and kept an eye on Ramson all the time. It ‘was me that knew when he was at the ranch or in town. It was me that lined up his riders so that you could buy some of the stock pie at prices = — shame an honest man. ion’t get any ideas, now that we've got fin where we want him, that I’m still not the boss. I’ve been running things like I wanted them for a long time. And I'll keep right on doing so. I’ve been content to stay in the background and let you boys do the rough stuff. It made no difference to me that half of the men in this country think I wouldn’t. have a chance against a man like ... we'll say Mon- tana. I’m not a quick-draw gent | wearing a couple of i A ‘Never see sech a gent in though I never could fi out | life,” chuckled why some man don’t stick a gun | in his in the waistband of his pants and kill half the quick-draw artists in this country before they could clear leather with their low-hung guns. Me, I'll stick to a sawed- the younger man held him while! off.’ Something New! Crttzen Starr Pnote AROUND ABOVE GROPP Professor H. Caster ton, Key West High School, started to organize a community band last night at the high school annex, .% Anthrax Outbreak Can Be Ended BARTOW. (®—A federal. expert and county farm agent say the outbreak of anthrax in a cattle herd near Fort Meade can be coh trolled. Dr. C. D. Stine, head of the Pathological Division of the Bu reau of Animal Industry. told Polk County cattlemen there is no rea son to get excited. He reported that herders in other parts of the country had coped with the dis- ease. ‘ So far, nine animal | im the herd where ant | tected. No animal has died since \ Wednesday. County Agent W. Paul Hayman said there is no li mi of ar epidemic and oniy a t chance humans will become infected | Anthrax has been reported i ‘ithe Fort Lauderdale area. It causes ulcers to pep out on the | skin, the spleen is enlarged an | the animal suffers 2 general col | lapse. In early-day America, slav often protested because was too much terrapin in ther diet; but in the gay nineties, th turtles became a very expensiv dish for gourmets nly te on the menu. iu graphic Society says. Crossword Puzzle ACROSS 34. Garb 1. ms 35. Measure of length Sunken fence 36. Individual The chosen 37. Worm . Employ 38. Vivacity Chatter 40. Worry Singing 48. Pine fabric 52, Base of the 21, Woody. plan i Solution of Yesterday's Puzz! 7 iy plant system ution ‘. Je L Sinew 53. Piece out 6. Meat of swine Loud DOWN Roman ion of @ 1. Barden emperoy piay SS. 2 Beverage 28. Go in : 3. Soft metal 32. Manifest 4 Make emends