The Key West Citizen Newspaper, September 18, 1952, Page 10

Yage 10 THE KEY WESTCITIZEN Thursday, September 18, 1952 BARNEY GOOGLE AND SNUFFY SMITH AWe=IT's THAT SHE ALWAYS GITS A HANKERIN' WIFEMATE O' MINE, | |FER WATERMELON WHEN THEY eS SNUFFY-- "| | GIT OUT . YE LOOK ee 0" SEASON LOW-DOWNER'N A MOLE SHUT UP! YOU ARE NOT GOING ON THE VACATION WITH ME! YOU ARE GOING TO STAY RIGHT ) WALL IN'A WATER BRINE IF THESE FISH WERE ONLY A RUMOR NNsTEAD oF APACT, 1 DARE SAY ASS OLN So OF COURSE NOT.’- ANY BOYS PHONE BeESIC °S, WHAT ELSE For ME,MOM 2 IS THERE? DONT YOU - EVER HAVE ANYTHING ON Your MIND UTTLE TIME fi 7 THINKING RIDERS COMING! MAYBE RUSTLERS! KEEP THE CATTLE MOVING, YOU MEN ! PANCHO AND I WILL GUARD THE REAR! WAAL, WAAL -- CONGRANULATIONS, PAPPY BUT-MAGGIE-I DON'T NEED A VACATION~ = OH /ALL RIGHT-- BUT YOu TOLD ME TO TAKE CARE_OF THE MOM !— I NEED ANEW DRESS FOR THE DANCE.’ > HERE GOES FOR A Eins esi 3 RUNS TIE UPTH WY TH BUGS ARE SCORE ON OZARKS BACK IN TH BALL INSIDE-TH-PARK A GAME AFTER | bs RE BEING ON TH BRINK OF DEFEAT - SE IN TH LAST OF coe. oe LAND EN G Chapter Eight ae and Soe debts atk r i g isaster on the other; a man o! ithe mi mcring of the Second | violent and almost ungovernable iain : ae en the |tempers, welcoming a glass or a Natchez docked at St. Louis. The /jass, a fight or a frolic, a brawl or voyage had provided an interlude! a bawd, with equal pleasure. that allowed Sally to call up her! Now, as he probed the jostling, reserves of courage and plan con-| noisy ‘crowd below, his eyes structively for the uncertain days| picked out the man he sought, ahead. All her material resources | ang he waved an arm in greeting. were gone—all except the slender | Apparently the gentleman on the store of Dixie notes and the un-/jevee had picked Clay out from certain promise of Meisendorf's| the crowds at the ship's rail some scribbled map. It was little| moments before, for his high enough, but she was coldly deter-| stovepipe hat was already lifted mined to exploit it to the utter-|in dignified greeting. most limits of her capacity. ‘As the man replaced the hat on Andre and Blaine had planned | his gray head, Clay reflected that to meet in St. Louis and travel | Major Seldersoe was getting old. westward together. There was no|And so he was, as men counted reason why she could not meet|age on the frontier, for he was * Blaine and travel with him, at/in his early fifties. For more than least as far as Westport Landing. | thirty years he had handled and Perhaps the long trail to Santa/sold that part of the produce of Fe would be something she could|the Farrar plantations that had not attempt. but that was a ques-| found its way north, and it would tion that could be answered at/have been considered a definite Westport. In the meantime, she| affront if he had failed to wel- had to locate Blaine and tell him;come a member of the of André’s death. family who was bringing horses Her chin high, she walked down | to St. Louis for the race the swaying stage plank and) meeting. turned her footsteps toward the| The stage planks clashed business district of St. Louis. the levee, and Clay, turning, with satisfaction that his ESS than an hour after the Sam, trained tumult of the Natchez’ dock-!dozen river ports, were ing had begun, the Bell of the|the rail Clay knew that West, three days out of Cincin-|could be trusted to the nati, nosed into the landing, its) horses ashore safely. Sweet Nancy rails almost rubbing those of the| was docile and ready to find her Natchez. way through another eity; tat rr g Standing at the rail of the ship,|two black, Short-nerved’ actagh scanning the bedlam of the levee|horses danced restlessly behind below, was a tall young man with}her, but Henry and Sam could restless eyes. His name was Clay} handle them. Bennett Farrar, and he wasn’t a| He swung his leg across Sweet bad man to see—well over six|Nancy, turned in the saddle to feet, half along in his twenties, a]make sure black Sam and Henry black-eyed, Indian-haired man|held the two racers firmly by the with broad shoulders and narrow |halters, and rode down the sway- horseman’s hips, dressed in blue|ing, dipping stage plank into the broadcloth coat and trousers, with|city that was the beginning of|t the white silk of his shirt sur-|the West. mounted by a black satin stock.| Major Elderson had mounted He was a hard man, arrogant,|his own bay, and now he met half cruel, entirely self-sufficient;|him with a welcoming handclasp typical of the Kentucky horse|and_a hurried question. country from which he came,| “Glad to see you, Clay. Can you smoothed and hardened by in-| get those horses out of here be- numerable _horse-trading trips|fore they tear the levee to from New Orleans to St. Peter’s| pieces?” River. Those who knew him found| Clay grinned at him. That was him careless yet scrupulously|no question to ask a horseman courteous in speech, living ever |from Kentucky. on the ragged edge that lay be-| They crossed Fourth Street and reined up in dismay while the dark, headstrong Kentucky horses behind him danced sideways across the street in sudden panic, momentarily threatening to tear the front out of every building nearby and maim every pedes- trian who was unlucky enough te be in the street. Sam and Henry were yelling. “’Fore God, Mistah Clay, get us through heah! Ain’t no man can hol’ these hosses!” On the narrow sidewalk Sally Dupré shrank back into a door- way, startled out of her thoughts by the whirlwind of excitement and violence that had suddenly saw his move- ment stopped, his blacks fighting to hold the horses that were to wear the Farrar colors, his factor, Major Elderson, ingloriously halted at a cross street in an ican city. The hot tide of rage that was so often and to sa’ i AL ! i ; rH terror whirl away, ing to the halter strap. He at Sally’s crumpled body in doorway, saw that two men wi Tae forward to help her, and purr Sweet Nancy forward again toward where Major Elder- son waited helplessly at the cross” FHF ing. tween inbred gentility on the one swung left, Abruptly the Major 12c per line for one day % Tle per line for three days 4 chek ace piiinchiey Beiage. lOc 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 -Reliathaparty |nandle wholesale fast selling The Key West Citizen