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74 72 LONESOME BRIDE NN
. THE STORY: In order to get
evidence to clear her jailed hus
band es suspicion in two murders,
Gloria Brown has agreed to bring
a pie, In which a stolen necklace
has been baked, to Mrs. Benoni,
_her former next door neighbor,
. mow a fugitive from police. But
. Gloria expects reluctance on the
.part of the Benonis and now is
trying to find a gun to force them
to talk at their meeting. Someone
has been following Gloria and has
~ just jostled her, spilling the con
- tents of her pnn: on the sidewalk.
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.. The person who had pushed
;. Gloria Brown, and who had pre
sumably opened the clasp on her
1, purse, was afier the necklace, that
. much Gloria knew. But who? The
Benonis? Lofty Gordon? |
4 “Which way did he go?”’ Sam
my the newsboy demanded, dou
1, bling up his fists, his own face
tortured at the fear on hers.
e “it's nothing,” Gloria gulped.
“The clasp just came undone.”
_ After this, in. broad daylight, she
#%ad to have a gun for tonight.
v #Come on, Sammy, let’s go.” }
3As they started toward the
s'Park, she kept glancing right and |
~deft, looking for a familiar face,
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& #en was near, but he mustn’t hear
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and the newsboy with his shape
less slacks flapping about his skin
ny legs. {
“I need a knight, Sammy,” shc
told him. “Did you ever read
about the Knights of the Round
Table? Well, I do not need ‘a
knight in armor like Sir Launcelot,
but I need the armor!”
“Come again. I don’t get you,”
said Sammy, puzzled.
“I need a gun!”
Sammy whistled, but he did not |
ask her why she wanted one, she
whose husband as he must know
from the paper was already want
ed for murder; nor did he ask why
she couldn’t get one, herself; none
of the obvious questions, He mere~
ly accepted the fact that his lady
was in distress and needed his
help.
“My old man’s a night watch
man,” he told her slowly, “but I
dunno . . . He keeps his gun in a
drawer in his dresser in his bed
room so the kids won’t get it. I
dunno if he’s asleep yet. But to
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The hand Gloria laid upon his
skinny, little boy arm was shaking
in spite of all she could do. “If I
don’t get a gun tonight, my pic
ture may be in your paper tomor
row,” she told him grimly. “Very—
dead.” TN S
Hé was off like a shot, calling
back as he ran, “I'll bring it to
your apartment!” ; :
“No, Sammy, wait”” She ran
after him . breathlessly, stopped
him to plan. “It wouldn’t be safe.
Too many policemen. I'll be in
your corner at a quarter of 9 to
night. Okay? It's a matter of life
and death, Sammy,” she warned.
Sammy turned an anguished
white under his freckles. “Okay,”
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he managed to say. He looked
very small as she watched him go
through the great gates of the
Park, running for fear his old man
would be gone with his gun. A
very small person upon whom to
pin her hopes for safety and may
be Miltiades’ hopes for freedom,
but Gloria had no one else.
At 8:15 o’clock that night, Gloria
had finished dressing for her des
perate adventure. She'wore a dark
blue suit, with a dark blue scarf
tied over her bright hair. She also
wore dark blue sneakers. i
“The Shadow,” she giggled,
looking at her own small figure in
the mirror. Except for occasional
curves here and there, she mijght
well be a pal of Sammy the news
boy. .
She added a blue suede bag in
which te carry the gun and a
pasteboard box in which reposed
the precious pie.
Gloria cautiously opened her
living room window and let her
self out onto the fire escape. She
flattened herself against the dark
wall of the building.
The court, on which the lights
shone down fro mthe apartment
house windows was a &eird check
ered pattern of black and white
and it looked very far below. But
she could see no one there.
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She shifted the box and bag to
her left ‘arm so her right hand
would be free to clutch the railing
of the fire escape. The bag, slung
over her shoulder, bumped against
her legs and the stairway seemed
to have developed vast empty
spaces through which it might be
easy to fall at a misstep.
She clutched -the pie closer,
hoping that no one would look
from his window and yell: “Peep
ing Tom!Z, This pie already had
brought death to two people and
it might well bring the end to her
if the wrong persons were waiting
at the foot of the fire escape. Lofty
Gordon for instance.
“Oh gosh!” she grunted as the
last section of the fire escape
with a Double Impact
washers, soft Foamtex cushions, and
many cther items that are “extras”
elsewhere are standard equipment
here.
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For here ysu have not only a fine car,
but a sound and frugal investment
as well.
You have paid less per pound than
any comparable car costs—and auto
motive men will tell you price per
pound is the soundest measure there
is of solid, thoroughgoing merit.
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THE BANNER-HERALD, ATHENS, anonmfi :
started moving. It Was sort of a
ladder which let' down when a
person’s weight .was on it. Like
most such gadgets, it stuck and
then as she fumbied awkwardly, it
came down with a rude “Clang!”
She waited fearfully, wondering
if it would be better in case of
discovery to leave the pie on the
fire escape or to hurl it through
the nearest window and run. But
all she could hear was the usual
bedlam of blaring radios and an
announcer’s voice inquiring loud
ly: “Do you have that awful pain
ir your kidneys? Take .. .”
She crept on down the ladder
and ran as fast as she could on her
silent sneakered feet across the
court and into the alley beyond
and then stood very still, scarcely
daring to breathe, for on the side
walk at the end of the alley were
two dark figures, waiting. Police
men? Hansen?
(To Be Continued)
CRUISE WITHOUT LANDINGS
HAIFA, Israel.—(AP)—lsraelis
are going in for something new—
Mediterranean cruises without any
ports of call. Nearly 300 tourists
left in the steamer “Artza” recent
1y for a five-day pleasure voyage,
but the vessel did not put in at
any foreign port,
The national treasury imposed
the restriction to save foreign cur
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from our Safety Education Divis
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“Treat every traffic sign just as
you would a police officer.” A po«
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coming a traffic victim, a sign
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obedience. A traffic victim is a
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Writer Tells About The Death
Of Private Jack, U. S. Fighter
% 'By HAL BOYLE 4
NAKTONG RIVER FRONT IN
‘KOREA—(AP)—This is the st%r_y
of the death of one American sol
'dier in Korea.
His name was Private Jack.
There are a lot of men like him
over here,
"Pvt. Jack was a dark’ small
cheerful kid of 21. And some older
soldiers thought he would be one
of the green ones to worry about
when trouble started. ;
A week or so ago the trouble did
start. Pvt. Jack’s outfit had to
pull back from Kumchon under
pressure from Red troops slugging
toward Taegu, the city that is the
remaining central bulwark of
South Korea.
The outfit was ambushed and
used everything from cooks to
gasoline cans to crash through.
It was a six-hour battle that
ended with 150 enemy dead on the
field. Pvt. Jack was clipped in the
leg at the start of the engagement
by a shell fragment. But he
fought the entire six hours until
the road was secure. It was only
then he mentioned his wound.
The medics took one look and
said he wotld have to be evacuat
ed. And they sent him back de
spite his objection:
“1 feel guilty going back to a
hospital just because I caught a
piece of shrapnel in my leg.”
He spent three restless days in
the hospital. Because he was so
anxious to rejoin his buddies the
doctors released him with the un=
derstanding he would tell his com
mander he needed at least three
days more rest before going back
into battle.
Patrol Duty
Pvt. Jack hitch-hiked more than
100 miles to his outfit. He reached
it just as. a patrol was being or
ganized to go across the Naktong
river line into enemy country to
try to take prisoners. Pvt. Jack
said nothing to his commander
about the three days rest his game
leg still needed. Instead he im
mediately volunteered for the pa
trol.
The patrol jumped off in broad
daylight, crossed the river, grab
bed several prisoners and pene
trated some thousands of yards be
yond.
Then it was caught in heavy
fire from 200 or more Red troops
dug into positions on two hills.
As the patrol began to withdraw
with its prisoners, Pvt. Jack stayed
behind to protect its flank with
his M-1 rifle. As he limped back
he went down.
Sgt. Fred Mills of New Braun
feld, Tex., went back to get him.
He dragged Pvt. Jack some 800
yards through sniper rifle, ma=-
chinegun and mortar fire. Loaded
him on an abandoned peasant ox
cart, and pulled the cart down the
road until it collapsed.
Evacuation
Then Sgt. Mills and two other
members of the patrol—Cpl. Oscar
L. Ellis of Sharpsburg, Ky., and
Pvt. Gerald Coolidge of Rural
Route 1, Hopewell, Pa.—carried
the wounded boy the rest of the
way to the river on the wooden
bed of the excart.
Knowing Pvt. Jack could not
swim, Sgt. Mills shoved the rough
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Blueprint of Your
Future
By DR. A, HARRY TIMM, JR.
~ The condition of your spine is
the blueprint of your individual
future. Your Chiropractor can tell
you whether you can.look forward
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mal position and spinal bones are
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Misalignment is as bad in the
hurian machine as it is in any
kird of delicate machinery, It is
particularly bad in a human body .
because the vital central station
and switchboard of the nerve sys=
tem are encased in the vertebral
column,
Nature has agmiraculous way of
righting itself, once sags and con-
Strictions are removed from the
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gestion are conmmimonly corrected by
Chiropractic procedures.
Yon can help Nature help you
by resorting to Chiropractic.
(No. X in a series of articles
published in the public interest to
explair and illustrate the practice
of Scientific Chiropractic. Dr. A.
Harry Timm, Jr., 550 Cobb Street,
Athens, Ga., Phone 4397.) (adv.)
wooden litter bearing his dying
comrade out into the Naktong riv
er and pushing it before him pad«
dled out to a waiting engineer’s
boat. The boat took them to the
other side.
There Pvt. Jack was given
emergency treatment, But he
died within 20 minutes.
That is the story of the death of
Pvt. Jack—just one of many who
have died bravely in the last five
weeks of heart breaking retreats,
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