The Key West Citizen Newspaper, September 22, 1952, Page 6

Page 6 THE KEY WEST CITIZEN Monday, September 22, 1952 BARNEY GOOGLE AND SNUFIY SMITH “ LANDING Ho Hatt WAAL="'D LIKE = cil tai AP Newsfeatures TWO-THREE DAYS Chapter 11. “"""" ynot missed Bryant’s finesse in in-| |The crowd on the hurricane NOTICE, ENNYHOW [HERE was no fear in Clay, but troducing him by his middle name deck that had been attracted by I HEERED TH’ THANKY SUSPRISE BODACIOUS NEWS, BABY SHOWER, rbance had dispersed to CRICKET, AN’ ('M JES’ AUNT LOWEEZY TICKLED PINK, HONEY POT !! ] BRINGING UP FATHER \(_ LISTEN-STRANGER! HERE'S I'VE GOT TO MEET A AH/ THERE YOU HUH? M A TICKET TO THE OPERA- | WHATS TH’ \GUY AFTER THE are! I THOUGHT GOIN AND SEE IT--ILL. <{| RUSH-_ | OPERA-MAGGIE WILL YOU'D NEVER COME MEET YOU AFTER TH’ SHOW JIGSS? ITS | WANT ME TO TELL OUT=NOW DISH <{|ONLY TEN / HER ALL ABOUT IT- f OUT TH! CHATTER! THIRTY- _/SO I'VE GOTTA GIT- TH! DOPE FROM ME NO SPEAKA , DE EENGLISH: OSCAR, DO YOU REMEMBER FISH BAIT ISLAND? the sharp shock of action had sobered him, making him aware of the danger that hung around him. “It’s all right,” he said softly. “I was going anyway, Is there a boat south?” “None!” Bryant’s breath was short as they paced swiftly to- ward the levee. “There’s only one that’s due to sail at once, the Natchez, westbound to Westport Landing. You’d better board it if you're planning to save your skin.” They were on the levee now. Men and women on foot were hurrying toward the wide gang- plank that slanted down from the Natchez’ stern. Bryant pushed his way through the crowd with Clay, watchful and intent, close at his heels. His reputation and standing was re- flected in the purser’s instant and undivided attention. “A pleasure to see you aboard, Mr. Elderson,” he said respect- fully. “I didn’t know you were sailing with us tonight. “I’m not, worse luck,” Bryant admitted. “But I’ve a friend here who must get to Westport Land- ing at once, and Id take it as a favor if you'd find a cabin for . Unfortunately his baggage been stolen, but perhaps e’ll be some trader on board can outfit him from his lhe purser nodded. “I can do it,” he agreed. “We're full but I’ve just had word that Mr. Shep- ley, who was to have sailed with us, has met with an unfortunate accident, so his cabin will be empty and I'll be glad for your friend to have it.” troduce them, “Mr. Kent, this is Mr.—ah— Bennett, who will sail with you. And Clay, this a very old friend of the Natchez.” rather than as Clay Farrar. C tainly, if word of Blaine S| ley’s death had already reach pulled out into the stream. above. “We're about to cast off, Mr. you're sure you'll not go with us.” “Right,” said Bryant briskly. He }shook Clay’s hand vigorously. cheerfully. “I'll let you know how it comes out here. Don’t worry | about it.” a Bes massive paddle wheels churned softly in the black water as the Natchez slipped soft- ly out into the river. Clay turned and started up the ) stairway that led to the hurricane | deck, but halfway up he stopped and turned to look back over his shoulder at a shouting, torch-lit tumult that had suddenly erupted on the levee. Men were running and shout- ing, their words half lost in the deep, parting sob of the boat's en- gine. As they drew nearer, Clay could catch a word now and then, and it suddenly dawned on him that they were shouting that the boat must be stopped. With a sudden pang of almost a posse searching for him. The men were at the edge of the levee and the leader's voice was plainly audible across the slowly widening burrier of the water. “Hold _ up, there,” he shouted. “We're looking for a killer and we think he’s on your boat.” “We don't hold up boats on this He glanced questioningly at|river, mister,” Clay heard Kent Clay, and Bryant hastened to in-|say contemptuously. “Who is it you think you're looking for with such a row and ruckus?” “A man named Farrar,” shouted the leader of the posse. “He killed of mine, Walter Kent, the purser| Blaine Shepley at the Interna- tional House not half an hour Clay was grinning as he shook! ago.” The great whistles boomed out) 3s 5 Elderson,” Kent explained, “if/ “Take care of yourself,” he said} animal fear, he knew that it was) ooms and to the com- ong, baroque saloon, the siver, it was not at all impos-| but C S no mood to fol- sible that his slayer’s name would | low t be known before the Natchez) life, and igar and leaned upon the rail he knew it was a phase of his existence that he could never regain. From now on there 1 be no sunlit, frost-sharp ings to be spent in schooling the horses at Farrar Chase; there would be no more race meetings vith reckless bets and tall, cool drinks and slim, lovely ladies, In- stead, there was only the wilder- ness.of the West, the frontier where a man could vanish and, perhaps, survive. He was halfway across the deck when he heard her voice. “Good evening, Mr. Farrar,” it was saying, and he had haif turn- ed to identify the speaker and re- turn the greeting when the real- ization struck him like a blow that no one—and certainly no one on this boat—should know him by any other name than that of Bennett. She was standing beside the rail, her face and figure half in shadow so that he had to move toward her a half-dozen quick steps before the heart-shaped con- tour of her face and the midnight loveliness of her eyes and hair told him that he stood face to face wie alte ure nwardly, he cursed the he had -visited Dupré's ne ene bling house beside the river when he had been in Memphis. On that night he had lost far more money than he could afford, and now he stood an excellent chance boy | ing his life as a result & Tt would have been it woul ave easy to ac~ knowledge defeat, but there wae a basic core of hardness in him; that made it impossible for him) to capitulate as long as there re- mained one coin unwa one! card unseen. That hard reckless- ness sent him forward now, his! hat swept off in a bow, a gmile' Kent’s hand. He was almost com-| Kent laughed. “There’s no Far-| Of pkeasure upon his lips, pletely sober now, and he had'rar on this boat.” 2 be pontine | ETTA KETT HERE WE ARE.” DEAR OLD reais SWEATMOR DAD 1S TAKING ETTA BACKTO HIS OLD SCHOOL For CLASS REUNION = t's LATE! I'LL GST THE BAGS OUT/—LETS NOT WAKE UP THE CAMPUS." LY IL ASKED THEM TO HOLD NY) MY OLD IROOM FOR You.” SH-H 4 COME ON/- I KNOW MY WAY By Paul Robinson J FORGOT THEY MADE Cigarette Co. \Reports Their Brand Smooth Liggett & Myers, the first tobac- co company to offer smokers a pre- mium quality cigarette, Chester- | release of a report by a responsi- | bile consulting organization which reveals that the nose, ears, throat its kind ever published about a cig- ng study by a competent pecialist and his staff. e report states that early this ‘oup of people from vari- | ks of life was organized to | smoke only Chesterfields. For six months this group of men and wo- smoked their normal amount) terfields—10 to 40 a day cent of the group have gives the findings of a con-}| smoked Chesterfields continually from one to thirty years, for an average of 10 years each). At the beginning and at the end of the six months period each smoker was given a thorough examination, and throat. field follows by only three months | Liggett & Myers’ unprecedented move in offering the first premium quality cigarette, Chesterfield, in both regular and king size. According to pulished statements in newspapers and magazines all over the country, regular Chester- fields, as well as king-size, are en- joying phenomenal public accept ance. The authoritative Wall Street Journel stated, “There is an extras ordinary demand for Chesterfielde inp both sizes.” The Atlantic City Evening Union reported, “Wholes including X-ray pictures, by the salers and retailers report an ex- medical specialist and his assist-| traordinary demand for Chester. ants. The examination covered the | field in both sizes with sell-outs in | sinuses as well as the nose, ears| many instances.” Time magazine said that king-size Chesterfield The medical specialist, after aj ‘‘without making any visible dent thorough examination of every/ in the sales of its shorter brother, | field, in both regular and king size) member of the group, stated: “It} quickly ran up king-size sales, scored another first today with the| is my opinion that the ears, nose,| Dealers could scarcely keep up throat and necessary organs of all| with the demand.” Dealer after participating subjects examined by| dealer,and distributors as well, me were not adversely affected in| have reported that no product they and accessory organs are not ad-| the six months period by smoking} ever handled has grown so fast | versely affected by smoking Ches-| the cigarettes provided",—Chester-| in so short a time as king-size | terfields. This report, the first of | fields. This vital report about Chester-| King-size Chesterfield fs exactly Chesterfield. the same in all respects as Chester- field regular size. There is abso- lutely no difference except that king-size Chesterfield is larger and contains considerably more of the same premium quality tobaccos, enough more to give a 21 percent longer smoke. Chesterfield king- size contains better tobaccos and is of higher quality than any other king-size cigarette. Fire Ravages Hudson River Nock ; | pies seh tet aT, OC CTL AT ITT IE By Jose Salinas and Rod Reed NOTHING DOING! I'D YIPPEEE! WE'VE GoTy KEEP GOING! WE ee ‘EM ON THE RUN! 7-{ DON'T WANT ANY, CSCO: ier: ‘ RATHER BE SHOT WE CAN'T WIN! THAN ‘HANGED! ME TOO! IM GUNNING FOR CISCO'S HORSE! THATLL j | | By Roy Gotto —AND AS THE su OZARK SUDDENLY WHEELS RUNNER TROTS AND MAKES THE CATCH= LEF’ FIELD. HOME: eaeliy NGY AN! (S0829 IT. MUS’ BE GOIN’ ALL TH’ WAY, “~——> “CAUSE OZARK'S DONE FLUNG HIS ARMS UP AN’ TURNED HIS BACK IN DESPAIRY f°. { Taree \ / 4 AWAY.EAND, } » NO! ; W IF TH’ of a BUGS CAN a SCORE. y SMOKE POURS FROM A FREIGHTER moored in the Hudson R i n hoses or a