Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 51, Number 172, Decatur, Adams County, 23 July 1953 — Page 10

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Dog's Legacy Atchison. Kan;, (T P) — There will be Treats for Tricky for a lohg time to come.. Good care for the i little dog was-specified in the wi ’ of Mrs. Ann B. Dickey, .jwho left ! to Mrs, Bertha Barrett,' u , neighbor, to life useth.for that pur- ’ pose. - .

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— CHAPTER ONE 1 r TOWARD waking, he dreamed < of a route sign; 22; and then, j .where a roadhouse had been, he saw the blackened upthrust of chimneys, and a lone bird wheeling over. But now Emily looked up, quickly, smiling, saying tolerantly, “But her legs are really very good,” and Tim - was crouched, muddy, spring -taut, his hands on a his bent knees waiting, and the dreamer ran shouting toward the crouching boy. But he'd gone, and in the kitchen a clock ticked. The smell of coffee, of doughnuts frying, turned his stomach over and his grandmother asked, “Does it hurt some place special?” and he felt her light', dry hands cool upon his forehead and smelled the peppermints in her apron pocket. But — his father spoke with habitual impatience, leaning over him demanding, "You want to sleep your life away?” and the sleeper thought, He isn’t mad; not really. Then he woke, to twilight consciousness in a gray room and did not know if it was night or day. The dream receded, he could recall ‘it only dimly, for an instant. He’d

~—J —J , — - — dreamed of a roadhouse he’d often seen, but never entered. He’d dreamed of Em and of their son; \ of his grandmother and his father. •’You drink too much,” Em had said in recent months, yet not in anger. She’d been astonishingly sympathetic about his drinking. She’d itched to do something about that, but hadn’t tried, past the bare suggestions, flung out: “If you consulted Dr. Elwood ? Pete says he s quite remarkable,” or ; “Wouldn’t you like to talk to the Head? You haven’t—since. He’s hurt, I think.’’: - ~~ She hadn’t hammered at him. He figured that George had advised her, more likely saying: “Just go easy for a while, EmJ He’ll straighten out ” Thinking of his brother George made him want to laugh. He was t probably telephoning Em every hour, asking, “Heard from Dave?" growing piore insistent, with scant , regard fdr his blood pressure-cry-ing, "But where is he, why doesn’t he- call you, or me ? The convenk tion’s ovei-!’’ I’d better call Em. When did I last call her? I can’t remember. A light' went on in his mind. The convention. That’s whe r e I’ve been. What? How long ago? The furniture in the, room appeared neither strange nor famil-

How About Collection? Clinton, 81.. (U P) — The Bev. Ernest Snodgress had at least one i full house this year—the Sunday he invited his family. His parent? j came and brought with them some , of their 10 children, many grandchildren and great-grandchildren. I Total attendance: 41.

lar; no hotel furniture seems S either, to the travelled, transient 1 guest. f He put his hand upon a counter- < pane. He’d been lying upon a made-up bed, the coverings un- 4 disturbed except by r the pressure • and movements of his body. He’d < lain down in his clothes: a thin, . cool suit, his shirt, socks—but not , in tie or shoes. This hotel room was in, he assumed, Virginia. That’s where the convention had been. It figured, unless he’d driven a long way. No. He’d pulled out, and then stopped somewhere, not far, for the night. What night ? One night ? Several ? WTiat time was it? He put out an unsteady hand and took his watch from the night table. Nice watch; a gift from the employes, appropriately inscribed, at the time he became president. He held the watch close to his eyes. The hands said it was 12 minutes before 9. Nine o’clock came twice in 24 hours. It was dark but it could be morning, and raining. He put his i feet on the floor and stood up. I He was uncertain, very uneasy. He

padded slowly to a window and raised the slatted blind, and with some difficulty opened the window. It was evening, not yet wholly dark, and he, David Barton, was in a hotel near a railway station. Memory caught up with him. He’d left the convention during the uproar of its ending, but had gone only a short distance, in a motor court not 20 miles from the big hotel that had been full, of friends and acquaintances. Many of these he saw only annually, so they had been forced to offer condolences. “1 heard a couple Os months after. I’m sure sorry, Dave.” "I couldn’t write how I felt about it,..l kept thinking. It Could have happened to us. He was about my kid’s age." Some had known Tim., Well, he’d stayed at the motor 1 court a night anyway. Last night, ’ he must have checked in here. He’d stopped. to eat on the high- ; way at a clean place. The food—- ’ he must have eaten—was hot and good;-the liquor fair. He’d had a ’ lot but it hadn’t mixed speech nor co-ordination. [ He had asked, "Is there a decent . place to stay overnight around ‘ here?" and someone had advised ! that he go for 10 or 11 miles, turn right at the rotary and look -for thei depot. The station hotel - was a couple of blocks beyond.

Time Out For Crops Lawrenceville, 111. (V P> — Judge Richard Simp'-on sentenced Walter Breen. St. Francisville, to six months at the state! prison farm for drunkeh driving,: but suspended the first three months of the sentence so Breen could get his crops in. X. '|

So, following directions, he’d come here. But he couldn’t reinember further, but not even this day, now ending. i He’d never been what you’d call a drinker until a few months ago. Then it began. Funny it hadn’t started at the proper time, the beginning. You’d think that the compulsion—no, it wasn’t a compulsion—would have taken hold at once, or at least during the first few weeks after leaving the headmaster’s study. Roger Newton, the Head, said heavily: “God help us, Dave. If there were only something I could say. But perhaps I have said it.’’ The Head believed in God. He was a clergyman. He believed in boys—and even after they became men. H : He’d known the Head a long time, ever since he’d been Dave Barton, a new boy, 14 years old and a little scared but pretending he wasn’t. Thirty-one years ago I was 14, a new boy; and he was the new Head., ; 1 No, it hadn’t begun then, after he’d left the study and the compassionate, grieving eyes, but three or four months later, simply and suddenly. He wakened one night*—if he’d been asleep—and told Em, as she stirred: “It’s nothing, I just can’t sleep. I’m wound up. Think I’ll go downstairs and get a drink.” There was some liquor in the house, though sparingly used. He might have taken to sleeping pills. He’d tried those Pete prescribed for Em—but which, after the first few nights, she hadn’t i touched —but sleeping pills were no good. They made him dream; heavy, panicking dreams. Tim, across the river, and the dreamer ; trying to swim to him against a dragging current. Tim, oblivious, looking from a lighted train win- • dow, and the dreamer on the dusty weed-thick tracks, straining to at- ’ tract attention* and then, running ’ after the train his feet weighted, . seeing the train, but not hearing 1 it, watching it pull away, faster, t faster, the red lights vanishing. r And the worst drcam of all, the most recurrent, in which he could t hear Tim calling but could not i see him, in which he made a stui pendous effort to answer but no l( sound emerged. c Therefore, the big ' bottle was 1 better than the little one. L (To Be Continued}

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Barbecuing Hobby Draws Popularity California Man I Developing Hobby RDDWOOD CITY, CaHf. UP -tThe time the little wiimai’ moans about a hard day over a hot stove tell her about H. E. ijßoiwdy) Holmquist, whose hobliy is outdoor barbecuing —for 1500 persons. Holmquist at 45 is owner o r Redwood City’s oldest business concern, the Redwood City Hardware Store. liut he still finds time to donate his services and equipment for mopt outings. However, recently the demand bus b’eqn sfgreat that 'Hohnquist flmjs it necessary to charge private groups a small fee. . Even at that, the parties he serves are getting quite a break considering the investiment his equipment represents. He has two trailers to haul an eight-fobt long barbecue pit, a butane-powered ranged with a ■cast-iron top and warming jivens, two stainless steel army kitchens, a steam tably, 17 naVy surplus dining table, stainless steel food trayS and silver for 350 persons. It might be work to the houseM’lfep but Holmquist’s ’idea of fun js to load- his equipment, haul it to a picnic site, set it up and then personally 1 banbecqe steaks or cbickeps for 1000 or 1500 persons. Serves in Crisis Holmquist also is called upon i.> emergency situations, such amliha

recent forest fire in the Butkno Calif,, area. When hit. teceived_the call to help feed the hungry, tired fire-fighters crews he ffieeded no urging. I Whe.n Holmquist accepts an in'r vitation to serve at an outing, he goes at It in an almost military manner. Plans are drawn showing bow the equipment will be set up, notes are made on the delivery of food, volunteers are assigned to issist by spreading garlic in fresh bread aiid to watch Cooking pots. But he personally handles the Holmquist said the only time he capitalized on this hobby was last |jear when a professional catering service in San Francisco gave him a call. Their regular chef was ill, so Holmquist filled in. “I was paid $65 for that deal,” hje said. . _ ,i L Monopoly ,1 CHARLES TOWN, W. Va. UP— Forty-nine votes were cast in a recent municipal election in this town of 2,5£|0. But one vote would have been sufficient. Only one jcitndidate filed Tor each of four council posts. Young Businessman NEW ALBANY, Miss. UP—Dewejr (June Bug) Carrollj, 14-year-ojd high school freshman, owtis hglf interest in the McKoewn and Clarroll Repair Shop here. Carroll, ■Who taught himself radio mechanics at the age of Iff, repairs radios and Wendell McKoewn fixes clocks and watphes. * Want Ad. It brings results.

No Rivalry NASHVILLE, Tenn., UP —Postmaster Lewis j Moore proclaimed “sport shirt day" in his domain because he said it’s time males follow the distaff lead in cooler summer working attire. However, Moore restricted his stamp tellers t(j sober, solid colors because/'I don’t want them to outshine the stamps.” I ’ “— u — . I Egg Capital ] STORRS, Conn., UP —When it comes to llaying eggs, it takes a iqt to beat hens in this cpmmun-

J Public Auction By order of the Superior Coqr r t of Allen County in the case of Nora Smith vs William Siriith. we will sell the following furniture and personal property at Public Sale at 906 High Street, on Saturday, July 25,1953 if Starting at 1:00 P. M. ■ I Coldspot 7-ft. refrigerator; Detroit Jewel table top gas range; metal utility kitchen cabinet; Estate Heatrola; Player Piano, 5Q rolls; dining room\ suite; 3-piece living room sqite; china cabinet; Ajirline radfcr; 2 occasional chairs; 4 end tabled library table; magazine rack: 1 3 rockers; mirrors; oil heaver; electric ironer; clothes rack; bedroom suite, complete: 2 sowing machines; .5 metal beds, complete; dressers-; platform rocker; electric fan; gas heater; 2 9’xl2’ rugs: 2 9’xl2’ congoleum rUgs; throw rpgs; blankets; dishes; ptensils; scales; ( metal nests; poultry feeders; founts; 3 electric brooders; 2 battery 'brooders; cement mixe; emery; electric welder; wheelbarrows; benches}; vises; and many other articles. I ’ 1936 FORD Pickup truck; *1936 CHEVROLET coupe: 194>7 DODGE long wheel base truck with bed; Planter V 4 h.p. garden tractor. NpTE :—Real Estate will be sold Monday, July 27, 1953, at 2:00 p. m. at the office, of Ed A. Bosse, Attorney. Ed A. Bosse, Hubert R. McClenahan Commissioners TERMS—CASH.* Auctioneer —T. D. Schleferstein. 1 • If July 20 23 ’ F ■ i '■ 1 it-

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ity. Results pf 13 egg-laying contests in the United States last year showed that Storrs entries were first in points por bird, eggs per bird and size. f V ;■ i"i 4 —H- ■•’ #1 I :H 1 . | Is This Sporting? OULFPORT, Miss., UP — “Flying fishing" has gained wide popularity among fishermen on the Mississippi Gulf Coast. The fishermen charter seaplapes, fly over the Gulf of Mexico uptil they spot a school of fish, land, catch as many as they want and then fly home. '