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Show Feb., 7, 1946 BEAR RIVER VALLEY LEADER Tremonton, Utah - Page Seven I. A. with 1 t 'istil p. AH Over RicharS Powell ' Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence Peter- sen and daughter, Fayc, and Mrs. ! ' . w.it for a moment. Sened. He had been hit the floor. Renee The by the desk. Sled against her side seemed body swung lightly up Jyarms. I carried her out We were lucky Soke wasn't suffocating, and iting t I' f 4 had started on the top Ld hadn't gnawed their way I started downstairs. she said sudderUy. tyet ;ob' This "Sorry. is just Andy. to "Bob used opened. this." me like J Did he?" ! Reused to say I ought to toy out I ShcotiflCf AN ItsJMEFt SANCTUM MYSTERY '' STARRING ARAB -"- ANDY BLAKE WMO FEATURES r gyes ninety-poun- tor the Finally I caught a sentence. He had said, "This time we will not be interrupted." I moved carefully toward the platform. There were steps leading up to it but this time I wasn't going to hand him any presents by making a rush. The platform wasn't side. I could stay on the floor and yank him down. When he saw I wasn't charging he started down the steps. His round polished head hunched between his shoulders. The long fat arms swung out, fingers stroking the air ahead of him. He was three steps up when I reached the bottom team' d suu maR.e about myself, she still have work to "You turned. that he understand Did you io the powerhouse? He took uentinto set with him, He can t and signal through one of attach it roof. Don't let Awe slots near the about the on men Mm ten the You could mustn't talk r 4v.M9.k-lish- care of him." be open, Andy. He me to follow and Joey "The door wilL 'expected him." i "rn make 'lonely." I I it sure he doesn't get my way through a jumbfurniture on the first floor, The the back door open. the man who had kidnaped picked le of sicked guard, was still huddled But he was off beside ie books as completely as Joey. His head lolled at a queer angle. Apparently the fat man didn't like a leave unsolved problems lying ground; the guard might have tiled, later. I carried Renee well iback from the house and placed ;er gently on the sand, i Her eyes were feverish, and she 'fasped, "I used to be afraid. Afraid of dying. Afraid for my people in Brittany. Afraid that the Germans could not be beaten. Now I am not staid. It is worth dying to beat the Germans. Tonight I stood at the rindow and when the guns fired the third time I found that I was no longer afraid." I said gruffly, "You always did have what it takes." ' I'm sorry you saw how I acted with . , . with" she nodded toward the powerhouse "with him. It wasn't really me." "I know it wasn't." j "Will Bob understand?" j Feet scuffled in the sand and Arab sa up to us. She dropped to her ;taees, spilling an armful of loot. "How is she?" she gasped. "I gabbed a tablecloth. You'll have ito rip it into bandages, Andy. My Thompson, the steps. Paula his breath whistling above the dynamo. He jerked and tore at a pocket. For a second I goggled up stupidly at him. He was yanking out his gun. His hand wavered up, faltered, rose again. The slide of the automatic had a greasy blue shine. I ripped open my undershirt and clamped my fingers around the waffle pattern of the hand grenade. It felt good. It would raise hell in this concrete room. I wouldn't have picked a room like this for my first lesson in using a hand grenade, but the selection was limited. He had the gun up now. It steadied on me. I cocked my arm and thought: this is for Dartmouth. And I burned it down the groove at him. Flame slashed at me. A blast of noise seemed to stave in my eardrums like old barrels. I closed my eyes and let things go dark . . . When I opened them again, ages later, I heard myself mumbling, "I got the guy I got the guy I got the guy Someone tugged at my arm, argued with me. For some reason I was walking. I complained, "Why don't you let a guy stay in bed after he's blown to bits? This is a hell of an army walking a guy around and around I" tie convoys." "We'll take itwJk xfM I "Andy! Oh, Andy, please." The fog swirled around in my head and smoked quietly away. Arab was clinging to my arm, laughing and crying. We were walking through sand. The fragment of moon I had seen ages ago was still skimming through the night sky. I growled, "Where's the hospital? What am I doing here? That grenade tore me to bits." "Oh, Andy," she choked, "it didn't go off! You aren't really wounded. Just a bitten arm and a lot of bruises and" "Just that, huh? And why didn't the grenade go off? One of your lousy defective Ordnance grenades. I'll get off a military letter with nineteen indorsements and see about these defective grenades." : uu r.'Ss7&i t ss y fsiszssi She nuzzled my arm and quivered with an assortment of laughs and I carried her out into the corri- - sniffles. "They don't ever go off undor. less you pull the pin," she moaned. of the stairs. Suddenly he whirled, "You didn't pull the pin!" "They ought to print directions on dropped to his hands. A foot lashed at my throat. I was waiting for it. the things. How would I know you I jerked back my head, caught the had to pull a pin? What happened foot with my left hand and flipped it. to the fat man?" She shuddered slightly. The fat man crashed down. "Well?" I locked a foot around his ankle "Andy, you hit him with it." to steady myself, ripped hooks into "Did I hit him hard?" his left kidney with my free hand. "If you can always throw gresweet a His bent back was target. Like socking a drum. I pounded him nades as hard and straight as that, three times. He grunted, jerked up- we'll have some special ones made without pins." right Something tore agonizingly up for you, I saw a flash and there but "Yeah, I at my locked arm. dug into his awful bang." an was and once more then he ,5r.gers- -" kidney makes an awful "A forty-fiv- e whirled around and let me fly off at j Renee pressed the stained fist into in a closed room." racket wall. side. the "Let jter me alone," she said "He missed me, huh?" It wasn't a clean toss. I hit spinsharply. "The You must "Yes, darling. . And I've been nra the ships about it. You must ning, felt skin burn off one shoulfive s after that man in the der. Eut I kept on my feet. My walking you up and down for power-house.to wake you up." minutes A curved ached. forearm flap right Arab took a deep breath and clung Arab bent and kissed her. "I hung loose three inches above the to me. Her lips felt cool and soothwas His It wrist. lucky, though. jbrought Joey's flashlight." she said. "Andy," she whispered, "I ing. "And I brought that international teeth had missed the artery . . . and ever try to stir things up won't a long time to kill a jcode book you were using. I can rabies takes From now on I'll be a again. ork the flashlight with my thumb man. mouse." warn the "Just for that," I mumbled, "we'll destroyer. Andy will I scrubbed a hand over my aching do the see how you like blinking glass out rest." face, peered at the flaming house Renee smiled. Her head drooped of your eyes." distant depth charges. "If and broke ran. and the sand. And suddenly he Her lips moved. I to be a mouse," I said going Ran sobbing along the wall and up you're j'eaned close. She was crooning an "God help the cats." solemnly, At the onto the platform. the steps melody. For a moment I could (THE END) i t Renee and her big Dartmouth kid top he swung around. I could hear toiling over their balcony, watch-- n moonlight on the Seine and hum-i- g a quaint little college tune. I "w't think there could have been jy homesickness in the way Bob sung it, because there wasn't now. She whispered it softly: jWrtrnouth will shine tonight, shine . . . Dartmouth will e tonight, Dartmouth will shine Dartmouth will shine tonight, Dartmouth will shine When the es down and the moon comes Dartmouth . . . will . . . "I-- i " 3 , Dart-.TOBthw- ! ... i"1 gay' almosta chal whisper faded. She DL!,Me.,quietly' !milin UP at the Jrtmouth moon. From the look Bob must have been ; w up stiffly. 'lten.!h! shoteun." Arab said. vandle a shotun- - Let Wbl about the sub." ?lede Jomethin8 to my it. a'mJ., Pase take C this-then- 11 as the fit rran-- . fide V. - a Erenarje from the jenaL 1 stufTed " in- - UI1.' tn. m. " . earlier in "membenng trying to un Plin urn my Pocket. walkM ... I ff.y thebuUf1 ISSSV1"-Ikickcdi- 6b0Ut Renee' t EbadtP?n straiShtened slowly, )hr0Ugh a ol S!1 bn 1 tkl could Sli L wlth e dynamo- - ther what 8eawd shudder "d t h. waa wmtlL pw SELECTED N FICTION BY, jjGIFTED AUTHORS to attend school. tck Johnson and daughter, Dixie Sue were Ogdcn visitors Saturday. Mrs. Effie Petersen of Bn'uham visited a week with her daughter, Mrs. Jack Leak and family. Mr. and Mrs. Leo Petersen, Lynn and EHs Petersen, were Sunday dinner guests of Mr. and Mrs. ck Leak. Mrs. Effie Petersen returned to Brigham with them. Misses Oleta and Carma Miller and friend, Marjorie Tanner of Brigham, spent the week-enwith the Miller girl's Mr. and prcnts, Mrs. C. E. Miller. Mr. and Mrs. Joe Egli and family were Ogden visitors Saturday at the home of Mrs. Eglis parents, Mr. and Mrs. Ray South. The occasion was a welcome home for Marvin South, who has just been released from the A. A. F. This is boys' week at Penrose. The boys have been in charec of all meetings. Leon Miller acted as Bishop, with Lynn Shuman and Neil Miller as counselors and Fred Petersen as Ward Clerk. Don Berchtold was choristor. The meeting Sunday evening consisted ot talks by Don Berchtold, Dee Leak, Fred Petersen and Mr. Leonard Petersen. Mrs. Birdie Peterson and Mrs. Marie Roach The Pri played a piano duct. mary children sane the Pennv sonc and Dee Len Peterson talked on the children's hospital. The scouts entertained the M d LOOKING J&0 AHEAD ZA a- by .b Ti GEORGE Prtsiint-Xati- !" it S. Chris-tenso- A court of honor for the Bov Scouts was held Sunday evening. Badsjes were awarded to six bovs. Bob Capcner, Dick Capener, Paul rorsbcrg, David Lapener, Blaine Harper and Donald Harper. Mrs. Lola Capener and Mrs. Marie Ward entertained the Pri mary officers at the Capener home on February 1st. Sharon Hales, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Hales, is at the Valley hospital. She had her appendix removed Sunday morning. Mr. and Mrs. Job Hadiield went to Ogden Wednesday to meet Lieutenant and Mrs. Ross Hadfield, who were guests at the Hadfield home. Miss Winona Capener has been ill for several days. A. A. Capener spent several days in Salt Lake the past week. Burl Hermanson of Salt Lake and Frank Ward of Ogden were Sunday guests at the J. H. Ward FOR ELECTROLUX Cleaner and Air Purifier SALES and SERVICE Call RONALD HALES Phone 32 K2 Garland WHEN IN NEED OF THESE ITEMS O Fire Insurance Automobile Coverage Public Liability Property Damage Comprehensive Collision All types of Surety Bonds Crop Insurance Hail and Fire Auto Medical Real Estate Loans Automobile Loans 9 home. O O The EKvood Scott family, who have been living here while Mr. Scott was serving with the merchant marines, have moved to Ogden where he is employed. Mr. and Mrs. Joel Tubbs of Malad visited with relatives here and at Garland Sunday and Monday. Mrs. Karl Welling entertained for her husband and Mrs. Dean Hall Wednesday on their birthday. Mr. and Mrs. Leland Capener and Mr. and Mrs. Karl Welling went to Ogden Saturday to celc Quick and Reliable Service JAMES BROUGH REALTOR UTAH TREMONTON BENSON Colli ge iiii Searm Mrs. William Silvester and baby visited at Grace, Idaho, Saturday with her sister, Mrs. Dean RIVERSIDE vans Bui the" 0 a program, games and brate Mrs. Capcner's birthday. refreshments. Those in charge From Scndia Honshu comes the were Jack Dalton and Dee Leak. word that Pfc Donald Davia is being sent to Clark Field Manila Arkansas Fair Play Unequal advantages in any kind of contest spoil the sport for most Americans. A sense of fairness is deeply rooted in our people. Sometimes a champion athlete is not a popular favorite because the fans suspect some mysterious advantage that makes him invincible. Actually exposing crookedness in a profes sional team is all it takes to bank' rupt the club, because fairness is cardinal. Practically all forms of competl tion take on the features of a game in this country; business and poli tics are no exceptions. It has been said that "all's fair in love and war,' but it might be said another way When emotions overcome reason, people forget to be fair. The con testant who gets all worked up re grets it because his public turns against him if he is unfair. Popular Decision The public has taken a hand occasionally in the bout between those heavyweight contestants, Capital and Labor. Until very recently, Labor was the popular favorite, and the choice was sane. The laborer has been "the man on the bottom" in many lands for countless years and sympathy for the under dog is a hu man trait. But this generation of Americans has seen the tables turn, Labor in the United States is not the under dog far from it Every mature person, who has given the subject any 'thought at all, knows that Capital is no match for Labor in this coup try now. Labor has a club that management can't use; the strike. What is even more, management has no weapon that will approximately match It in force and violence, and has no defense from it Times Are Changed There was a time when an employer could fire a competent workman for voting wrong. A straw boss once could dismiss a female subordinate for resenting his overtures. Intelligent persons were let out for expressing general discontent over long hours, low wages and unwholesome surroundings. It was disgraceful. It was also a long time ago. It was not fair. The public resented it and it stopped. People still remember those days. Nobody cares much now if employers have to hire whom the union says hire, pay what the union says pay, and blow the whistle by the union official's watch. But there is something that the public does care about, namely strikes. When a home owner's family shivers in a cold house for want of fuel he is anxious to buy, he finds out why. Unfairness Shows. In finding out why, people discover Labor's unequal advantage. John Q. Public might not frown on a strike over wages or hours, but he gels plenty huffy doing without necessities while somebody retaliates a grievance or while men sit idle, trying to force a point that might better be settled peaceably, settled with both shifts working and business going on as usual. Strikes are violent and unfair and the public dislikes them. Destructive tes arson, they hurt many people instead of one. 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