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ADfeHrtREPS DETRAN AT TUBl" BRAZIL ! - fif HAM AH10HE TO MOH) X JKf I JUST GOTTA iffljrr I HISTORIC. PICTURESQUE HEM QRltAllS" V W TOICTW ( OlR filNS-IT MI3HT-JCUC DIE HAVBTHATiy.. r'' " " "r' ' Dodo Einsusaa IW J- DODOS TRICK KNIFE V I P..BUT IP I CAN TEASE HIM J 1 fvOuVS WASTED ENOUGH V I jfe f NEARLY RUINED Alff AS I I DOWN THE WING, iVE GOT 1 K.TIIWE,P0POi CTQMP y n r HAKLCTiE . M. Harry Davis and Joel Davis were in Morehead City Thursday to see Mrs. Clara Pelletier, a pa tient at the hospital. Mr. and Mrs. Willie Miller and Mrs.. Carl H. Morton motored to North River Wednesday evening to see Mrs. Sid Merrill who has been ill. Mrs. Ashby B. Morton and son, A. B. Jr. spent Thursday in Beau fort. Claude Taylor, of Bacheloor, passed through every day last week enroute to New Bern to serve as a juror. Francis Taylor and Joe Morton were in New Bern Thursday on business. Mr. and Mrs. Roy Mason and Miss Betty Jane Mason were in Beaufort Saturday on business. Mrs. Pearl Oluund, Johnnie Olund and Philip Taylor were in Beaufort Thursday afternoon. Little Miss Cherry Dawn Hardi son, of near New Bern, visited re latives here last week. Mr. and Mrs. Willie Miller were in Beaufort Friday evening. Mr. and Mrs. Ervin C. McLaw horn, Mrs. Charlie Bell, Mr. and Mrs. W. Kuch Williams were in Beaufort Saturday morning. Mr. and Mrs. Joe Sadler Morton visited relatives near Washington during the weekend. Mrs. Harry Davis, Mrs. Joel Da vis and Miss Mary Elizabeth Davis were in Morehead City Saturday afternoon. Mr. and Mrs. Edsel Bell and son, Tommie, Mr. and Mrs. Luke Tur ner and son, Eddie visited Mr. and Mrs. Olive Turner at Core Creek Sunday afternoon. Miss Mary Lou Mason left Tues day morning for Greensboro to register for her senior year at Woman's College. Mr. and Mrs. John Hardison, of near New Bern, visited here dur ing the weekend. Claude Taylor, of Bachelor, was here Sunday afternoon to visit Mr. and Mrs. Ashby B. Morton. Mrs. Carl H Morton and her guest, Mr. and Mrs Willie Miller, of Hyattsville, Maryland; Mrs Pearl Olund and Johnnie Olund were in Beaufort Saturday after noon. Rev. J. M. Jolliff, of Newport, will hold 10 o'clock services Sun day morning at the Methodist church. Joe Morton and Francis Taylor motored to Raleigh Monday to take Mrs. Pearl Olund. Mrs. Olund will spend several days with her sister, Miss Emily Taylor, who will have an appendectomy Tuesday morning at Rex hospital. Miss Taylor will come home when she leaves the hospital. Mr. and Mrs. Rodman Taylor, of Bachelor, passed through Sunday afternoon enroute to Core Creek to visit Mrs. Taylor's mother, Mrs. Obie Turner who has been UT. Mr. and Mfs. Alex WilttWrnnd i daughter. Alexis, of Vancaboro, visited Mrs. W. C. Williams last week. Mr. and Mrs M. C. Adams and I J. C Adams attended the show at Beaufort Sunday evening. They went by Newport for Mr. M. C. Adams to see Dr. Mason. Douglas Williams and Philip Taylor attended tobacco sales Fri day at Greenville. Mrs. Ashby B. Morton left Mon day afternoon for Smithfield with Mrs. Pearl Olund. Mrs. Morton and her aunts, Mrs. P. N Ezzell of Oxford and Miss Rhetta Martin, of Smithfield, will leave Tuesday morning by Norfolk, Va, for a tour of Virginia, New York, New Jersey, Maine, Massachusetts, Ca nada and Washington, D. C. Mrs. Wilson, of Smithfield, accompani ed Mesdames Morton and Ezzell and Miss Martin. The Woman's Society of Christ ian Service met Friday evening at Mrs. Carlyle Taylor's home. The meeting was called to order by the president. The theme song, "ihou, Whose Almighty Word," was used as the opening hymn. The Church's One Foundation was used, too. Mrs. W. C. Williams led the worship service and discussed the now theme, "Bv the Light Shall the Nations Walk" and the picture. "Tne Light of the World" by Wil liam Holman Hunt. The picture is on cover of the new worship and program books. Mrs. Pearl Olund gave the dis cussion on "The World Council of Churches," the monthly topic. During the business session the following subjects were discussed, fall study class, quarterly reports, fall zone meeting and a new re frigerator for the parsonage. Mrs. Olund is chairman of refrigerator committee; Mrs. Pearl Olund, Mrs. A, N. Bell and Mrs. Joel Davis, resolutions committee for Mrs Ef- fie C. Cheek read resolutions which were adopted. A copy to be sent the family, a copy to the "North Carolina Advocate" and a copy placed in record book of the society. Mrs. A. N. Bell and Mrs. Willie Bradshaw, joint hostesses, assisted Mrs. Taylor in serving delicious lemonade and cookies. Red Propaganda Banned SAIGON, Indo-China (AP) A long list of Communist publica tion! has recently been banned by thef French authorities. Included art: Communist propaganda pam phlets printed in Russia and China in the English or Chinese langu ages, the works of the principal Marxist theoreticians, biographies of ; Communist leaders, recent speeches by the heads of the So viet government and Chinese Com- ! munist newspapers. . . When Yale . meets Brown on Sept. 29 in the Bowl, the Elis will be seeking their 516th football vic tory. ... . Mr. MARSHALLBERG, I) CARTERET COUNTY NEWS-TRIES BEAUFORT OFFICE Phone B 4481 Chapter 9 DHIL MARTIN huddled within his rain-soaked jacket ai,4 its soggy upturned collar. His hat brim was shapeless beneath the downpour, his pants were drenched and his boots were waterlogged. His equally rain soaked horse plodded along wearily ... he was too worn and winded to go any faster and Phi was too much annoyed with things in general to care. He rode on for a time in si lence, a bulky figure with a bowed head. His weary home stopped suddenly, and Phil's head jerked upward. Fifty feet ahead of them was a dark structure. tthat in time. . . ." Phil mut tered. He jerked the reins sharply. "Go on!" The horse broke into a trot Presently they pulled up in front of the building and fhil dis mounted stiffly. He trudged to the door. He poked his head inside, but it was too dark for him to see anything. He stepped into the shack, stopped when he stumbled over something that lay on the floor. He drew back warily, whipped open his jacket, loosened his gun in its holster ... he dug into an inside pocket, produced a match. The phosphorous head snatched against his thumb nail and flared. Phil's eyes ranged downward and widened almost instantly ... on the floor lay the huddled figure of a girl "Holy cowl" he whispered ln awed tones. He stepped a bit closer and bent over. It was Gay Hollis. There was a shadeless lamp standing on a shelf directly op posite the door; he strode over, tried the wick, touched the match flame to it and it flamed with a sputtering light. Phil closed the door quickly. He whipped off his hat and jacket, slung them aside, pUoH the temp on the floor just barond the exhausted Gay. He knnlt down beside her. Chapter 10 GEORGE AKERS took refuge from the storm in another line rider's shack some miles farther east He burst into the place with a sigh of relief after stabling his horse in the sturdy lean-to behind the shack. He took off his wet jacket, slung it over the table that stood against the wall hunted around by match light for a lamp. He passed the single window and the wind and ram that poured through brought him to a surprised and abrupt atop. He found upon ex amination that there was no window pane in the window frame. "O-h, flne,' he muttered. He retraced his steps to the table, caught up his jacket and carried it to the window, hung it over the glassless frame. "Reckon that oughta do it," he said and turned away. The wind whipped it off the window and sent it whirling back at him. He slammed it down on the table. There was a bunk di rectly below the level of the window . . . it was wet and dirty. Match light revealed a folded blanket at the foot of the bunk ... George picked it up and spread it out It was just as wet as the bunk and even dirtier. He probed the rest of the shack. The one discovery that surprised him consisted of a chair that still re tained ita back rest and its four legs. He dragged it away to a far corner, slammed it against the wall and finally seated himself. "This is what I call somethin' awright," he muttered. The first thing I'm gonna do when I get back is have Phil load up a wagon with stuff an' run it out here. An' he's gonna hafta fix that danged window, too." He was tired and presently his eyes closed. He a wok with a start, looked " It takes more men to televise a baseball game than to field a team. Television uses 10 men to cover the games. We Take Pleasure In Announcing The Appointment Alton . Gaskill N. C-PHONE MARSHALLBERG 191 CIRCUS TIGil ir MGEIt Eastern Carteret County NOREHEAD Phone byHorbeFt Skappi "Hey," he said, touched her arm. "Hey!" There was no response from the girl. He turned her over gently on her back. She was breathing and he felt relieved. He raised his eyes. There was a wide bunk at the far end of the shack and a folded blanket lay at the foot of the bunk itself. He slid his left arm under her, his right arm under her legs ... he jilted her easily, carried her to She bunk and started to lay her down. He frowned in thought for a moment, finally shook his head. "Nope," he muttered. "Can't put 'er down the way she is. Gotta get them wet thing o' hers off first." He caught up the blanket, opened it and spread it over her. Then he knelt down, fumbled underneath the blanket and man aged to compelte the unbuttoning of her dungarees. He slipped his left hand under her body, used it as a lever and raised her' . . . presently he slipped off the dun garees, pulled them out from un der the blanket and straightened up again. He looked around the place. There were a couple of up ended boxes beyond the door . . . he strode over, draped the wet dungarees over one box and re traced his steps. Again he bent over her, remembered that she was still wearing her boots . . . after some more fumbling Under the blanket he removed them, put them down on the floor. He eyed her sweater. That was go ing to prove even more difficult than the dungarees. HE squared his shoulders, drew a deep breath ... he drew up her sweater, gulped and colored. Quickly he eased it over her head, backed away and came erect He turned, marched off, and draped the sweater over a second box. "Boy," he mumbled and ehook his head again. "That was ;me thin', awright. Danged good tning Nettie wasn't here f see it." His shirt was drenched and it about him quickly. He got to his feet, winced and made a wry face ... his neck was stiff as were his arms and . legs. He trudged to the window and peered out. The night had gone and in its stead the sky was filled with a drab light. It was nearly dawn. The rain too had ceased and now the air was heavy with the smell of wet earth and soggy damp clothes. "Thafa that," he said. He caught up his jacket, slung it over his shoulder. "I'm gonna make tracks f'r home, get me a lotta hot grub, then I'm gonna hit the hay and sleep f'r a week." He stalked out of the shack, swung around it to the lean-to at the rear. He pushed the door open and plodded inside. His horse neighed a greeting. George eyed him, touched the walls, looked down tat the straw and hay on the ground. The animal neighed a second time. "Awright," George said gruffly. "Quit crowin'. So you were warm an comfortable in here while I half froze t' death in there. Aw right, awright" George saddled up, led the horse outside. He slung his wet jacket over the saddle horn, swung himself up, dug his booted feet into the stirrups, reached for the reins. , "Go on," he commanded. The horse Jogged away. The wet ground muffled his hoof beats. . SUDDENLY the horse jerked his , head up and .whinnied. George sat up again. "HuhT" he asked. "S'matter now?" There was a shack directly ahead of them and George looked it over, carefully. . V ' They rode up to the shack, halted a dozen feet from it. Phil's horse poked his head out of the shelter. George's eyes ranged over the animal . . . there was a Circle A brand on his hip. Georee dis Benjamin Franklin took an as bestos purse with him to England in 1724 "to prevent money from burning holes in his pockets.",; Of CITY OFFICE N 5781 clung to him. He found a bat tered pail in a dark corner of the shack, brought it out . . . with his gun butt he smashed the two re maining boxes, put the pieces of wood into the pail, used two of his precious remaining matches to start the wood burning. When the pail fire appeared to be conn ing along, he put the thing dowYi in the middle oi the floor, moved it a little closer to the boxes hold ing Gay's sweater and dungarees. "Reckon that oughta help th'm dry," he muttered. He unbuttoned his own shirt, took it off . . . held it up for' a mometit; there was a makeshift table in one corner and he dragged it across the floor until it was close to the crackling pail, spread his shirt out on the table with the tail hanging down. 1 "Phil," he heard a voice say and a hand reached out aqd caught his. "' ' "O-h," he said. 'Vou airiht" "Yes," Gay answered. "Thanks to you of course." He moved away a bit. "Don't go," she pleaded. "Sit down here beside me." n "We-11. . . ." He sat down on the edge of the bunk. There was a movement on tne bunk and Gay pushed the out spread blanket away and sat up. "Hey," he said quickly. "I don't think you oughta do that." I "Do what, Phil? This? Her lips were against his, her arm' around his neck, before he real-' ized it "Don't you want me to thank you?" She Kissed him softly, gently. Phil was mute ... he knew he should have said something, pet haps done something, but he was incapable of either. Her arm f came down again, but she did not move away. There Was no ex plaining what followed. Whatever it was, Phil surrendered to Ha whispered urgings, willingly, even eagerly. She ran her flngent through his wet hair, then she sank down and drew him down with her. mounted, trudged around the shack to the front, jerked the door knob. "Hey," he called, then turned the knob and the door opened. He pushed it open wider, stepped over the threshold. There was a stirring in the bunk at the far end of the shack and he turned and looked in its direction. His lips tightened. "Oh," he said aloud, turned and tramped out He pulled the door shut behind him, started off toward his horse, slackened his pace and Anally stopped altogether. "Well!" he said. "What d'you know 'bout that!" Phil Martin trudged out,, stopped and retraced his tepa' and pulled the door shut ' - "Better tell 'er to get 'er things on," George called cuitly. Phil's face was flushed and streaky. . "She . . . she's doin' that." lie answered. "She won't be more i a minute." , George flipped his cigaret a. away. He swung himself up in 9 the saddle. Martin came strldii g up to him. Their eyes met brief! r. ' "You aimin' to tell Nettie about this?" he asked. "Nope," .George said evenly. "That's your business." Phil looked relieved. Gay came out of the shack. Phil stepped forward, grabbed his horse's bridle, swung him, around. , Gay marched up to them . . . she !7 looked up el George but he 'f lurnea nis neaa, men he wheeled his horse away. . - "We'd better get goin' ," he said ; over his shoulder. "B'fore they ' come lookin' fr us." V- ' They rode for a time fn silence, ' each of them grave-faced and I thoughtful. "Phil," George said. "You'd better tell th'm that the three uv us spent the night in the shack. There ain't 'ny point in hurtln' Uettie anymore'n. you have aK ready." (X bt eantlnacdl 1 i 0 " ' 1 if
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