The Key West Citizen Newspaper, September 11, 1952, Page 8

Page 8 THE KBY WEST CITIZEN ‘Thursday, September 11, 1952 ANTEEKS ? WHAT ON AIRTH fD SURE LIKE TO 1S ANTEEKS, AKE A FEW LITTLE ANTIQUES BACK TO IEW YORK WITH ME, ISNUFFIKINS--DO YOU MAGGIE WANTS ME TO TAKE UP EXERCISIN’ HERE AT HER UNCLE’S GYM-I WOULD HATE TO yj VY yj Lams as ‘=TONIGHT IS THE BEAUTY CONTEST —THE JUDGES HAVE PICKED THESE TWO LOVELY YOUNG LADIES AS THE FAIREST OF US TO DEATH BUT HE MAKES US-- THE OWNERS '--GLEEP IN THIS BUNKHOUSE LIKE COMMON COWBOYS! ($083) LAST UF TH" yy NINTH A-COMIN U2 ANTHEM ¥ SASLES ARE STL OUT IN ‘ FRONT, 3 70D... 8U7 WE AIN'T BEAT UNTH. < "LAS BLESSED BARNEY GOOGLE AND SNUFFY SMITH GRANNY CREEPS-- HOW'D YE. LIKE TO GO BACK TO NEW YORK WIF TIGER LIL? JES’ WHAT YORE LOOKIN’ YES-JIGGS-DEAR- "M GLAD YOU SEE IT MY WAY AND YOU'RE GOING TO TAKE UP EXERCISING AT MY UNCLE’S GYM- WELL, IF YOU WANT ONE--- THEY ARE IN 4 —THEY’LL GIVE You AN IDEA OF WHAT MOTHER NATURE CAN DO WHEN SHE REALLY TRIES — AND NOW, — AND GENTLE - MEANWHILE — A POLICE CAR— HAVING PICKED UP ETTA— RUSHES HER TOTHE THEATER- HUH? I SHOULD TELL HIM? COME TO THINK OF IT, IM SLEEPY, TOO! (HO-HUM) UH-- © GOTTA KEEP THIS RALLY A-GOIN’ OR AH WONT HAVE NOTHIN’ 8UT BAD Chapter Three r. was in Memphis that she re- belled. There was a night when André won far more than he had ever won before, and the next day, before he could lose his win- nings across the same table where he had gained them, she forced him to pay them down upon this| great house that stood serene and lovely in 2 wide lawn of grass and trees and flowers, its tall pillars and wide galleries looking out| over the great rolling tide of the! Mississippi. André had been sullen and skeptical, ill at ease in such sur- roundings, but Sally had talked to bankers and cotton factors, plant- ers anc attorneys, businessmen and steamboat agents, winning their support and, what was far more important, their financial help and their assured patronage at the gaming tables and the bar.| There were still stupendous) notes to be paid, but perhaps, if this last wild adventure of a) buried treasure lost on the Santa| Fe trail could be brought to frui- tion, she would win through to securitv, a bitter, hard-bought se- curity that she could see and feel and touch in the beams and raft- ers and porticos and grounds of this great house above the levee. | She beckoner one of the white- jacketed Negro servants to her| and sent him in quest of Blaine) Shepley. He was an unusual character, she thought idl” as she waited for him on the landing. The youngest son of a St. Louis family whose holdings embraced banks and mills and lumberyards and whole- sale houses, Blaine Shepley could have found a safe and comfortable existence in any of the family properties, but there was some devil of restlessness and impa- tience in his blood that drove him away from the security that was offered and sent him west to be- come a Santa Fe trader. He was ripe for any enterprise, complete- ly amoral and unscrupulous, an adventurer and a free lance to his battered finger tips. He was smiling as he followed the Negro messenger across the wide lower hall In many ways he was a handsome man, ta! rik- haired, with a skin the Western suns had burned into a dark ma- hogany. Always there was a reck- less, challenging look in his eyes, the eyes of a man who would risk his last dollar or his life on a turn of chance and bid it Godspeed with a laugh and a careless oath. H= bowed, half mockingly, as he stopped just below the land- ing where Sally stood. His long, ;plum-colered coat swung about him and his white ruffied silk shirt gleamed beneath the dark silken stock “I was more than honored when the boy said you wanted me,” he said pleasantly, “and it’s a double pleasure now that I see you. You're looking lovelier than ever.” She smiled at him, quite con- sciously exérting the charm and loveliness that had made her a New Orleans belle. She was well aware that he was vital to their plans, and if a smile and a whisper and perhaps a fleeting handclasp or a careless kiss would make him join them more readily, she had no intention of neglecting these weapons that were ready to hand. “It_was good of you to come, Mr. Shepley,” she said formally. “My husband has a matter of business he would like to discuss with you and asked me if I would bring you.” She slipped her hand into the curve of his arm as they started up the stairway, quite pleasantly and cheerfully aware that the fragrance of her perfume and the soft whiteness of her shoulders had already begun to work their subtle magic in influencing him toward acquiescence in anything she might ask. Yer voice ran on as softly as bird notes as they climbed the stair, unhurried, untouched by the memorv of the screaming, tor- tured man who sat waiting for them in the room above. “I hope you will not be shocked when we join André,” she went ‘AP Newsfeatures Pa a LANDIN G drew a knife «a André and was going tw kill him, and André—” he ed her shoulders help- Jessly. is so impetuous, so quick-tempered. 1 am afraid he has been a little ruthless—per- haps even cruel.” he glanced up at Shepley from | the corners of her eyes and found | him smiling at her with a touch {of mockery on his lips, as if he followed her mea: far beyond the actual sense of the words she had spoken. “Yes,” he said, nodding. sure I underst k this is one of tho: quires careful sonable amou in admiration as her slir tightened for the m of an instant upon b “You are cleve she whispered said. She opened the door of the room she had left and preceded | Shepley through the door. Regan was slumped in his chair, still bound and gagged. His face was set in a harsh mask of pain, and sweat ran down its furrows and | dripped, unheeded, on the heav red wool of his shirt. André ha moved the candles back to the table and stooc in doorway enjoying the warm s breeze, a long cheroot in h s, total- ly untroubled by the groans that fought their way up through Re- gan’s bloody gag. His fac D with a smile of welcome lly and Shepley came th > door, and he strode acrc hands out- stretched. em. !” he exclaimed y. good to see you back with us. T! told me you were here and I'd planned to look you up later this ning. 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