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Mason City, Iowa
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Saturday, October 1, 1949
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Sept 30, 1949 Milan Citjr Globe-OUzell*', Muon City, la. me CHAPTER 44 CHRIS SPOKE suddenly, in a loud, startled voice. "It wasn't the will," he said incredulously, "it wasn't the money, u was you, Aunt Cordelia. I had to rationalize my feeling somehow, so I said it was the money, it was the resentment of the disinherited. "* ha <* to s I couldn't admit even to myself nad to do it!" that it was ybur affection for Bob that I resented. You see, I knew about my father and mother, I knew that they loved me, with what was left over; they were gay and kind and fun to be with, but I wasn't necessary to them or anyone. And when you came to Paris and took me away I thought. . Well, there was Jack of course, and there was Bob, but I believed you might have something left over, too. And then I found you didn't." She put out her hand to him and he took it and held it, and Terry took his other hand, andvhe sat there between them like a man who is bound and yet one who has found his freedom. And no one spoke until, after a long time, while the wind applauded in the.palms and a blue sampan put out from the beach and the water glittered in the sun, Chris asked, "May we have lunch early? I'm starved!" and was horrified to feel Cordelia release her hand and put it across her eyes and begin, very painfully and most unf'amil- iarly, to weep. It was raining next day when they reached the house on Tantalus, but then on Tantalus it often rains while' the sun shines below and the valleys are filled with rainbows. And Terry, hearing the straight falling rain as she moved about unpacking the suitcases, thought of • Naniola in the sunshine encircled by the sea, and of Chris and herself walking along the sand or climbing the high steep hill, and coming back to stop and talk with the Naniola people in their little houses and to dine alone at the long candle- lighted table. For Cordelia had said, "You will have things to talk about, you two, and plans to make, and Alika will bring me a tray in my room." They had talked it out all that afternoon, and after dinner, and late into the night. So that his childhood and boyhood came clear to her, and she looked at the picture with compassion. A psychiatrist could explain, it, she supposed, the resentment and heartbreak that the child could not acknowledge and so had substituted another resentment, comprehensible to him and quite satisfactory. She could see him, as he had once expressed it, wandering the world over, with the parents who fed and clothed him, filled the needs of his growing body and mind arid who were utterly engrossed in each other. But all the time the pull for Chris was toward home, and when Cordelia came for him, a 12-year-old boy suffering from loss and shock and loneliness, home was embodied in her. But she had failed him and there was no home. "You see," he told Terry, "I'd always thought her quite' special. I suppose kids distrust a lot of emotion, especially when it's trigger-quick. My mother was like that, beautiful. and bad tempered, gay and melancholy. My father knew her moods, he loved them, even the bad-tempered ones.. But "You haven't thought straight ever since," she said. No. Then I fell in love with said Chris, "and I thought, Now I am necessary to someone. But last night, and this morning, when you said you would leave Try and Stop Me •By BENNETT CERF- A NEWS magazine correspondent (they get around) accompanied a pompous and over-dressed British dignitary to a Burmese cocktail party in Rangoon. "The Burmese girls have a funny custom," the reporter -"* ' wcoy.Atf 'AH'M 'I had to say it, I would have d to do it!" "I know. I believed it, only for a moment. For what you wanted was to build, and without me you could not," he said. Well, here they were, on Tantalus, and when the time came they would leave it and live "on their own mountain, she thought fancifully. Cordelia had warned them, ""It will not be easy." Nor would it. And Terry thought, I don't want it to be easy. > Hugo and Jack came home in midafternoon, as they usually did unless they were on a trip somewhere, and they had drinks on the lanai and big pitchers of iced tea with pineapple fingers, and for Terry, who loved it, the strong, iced Kona coffee. And Hugo, when they had been 'served, looked from one to the other and said, "As I said on the telephone, there was no difficulty, none at all." Jack jingled the ice in his glass. He said, "Mr. Amenly had the grandfather of all hangovers. He was most apologetic." "Where is he?" asked Chris. "At the Royal. He spoke of staying for a time. But I doubt it," Jack said, and grinned. He added, "There are ways in which he can be made uncomfortable and I think he knows it." "By blackmailing?" inquired Chris politely, "in your private club, Hawaii Nei?" "If you wish to put it that way," said Jack. "You must understand of course that there's nothing to •prevent him from buttonholing the first acquaintance or stranger he sees and confiding in them." "I don't think you will run into him," said Hugo, "but if you do ..." Chris said, "If we do, it won't matter." He set down his glass. "I've made an appointment to see Mr. Mannering tomorrow morning, Uncle Hugo. He thinks he has a job for me." His cousin's jaw went slack and Hugo cleared his throat. He asked, "You intend to remain here?-But surely—" Cordelia cut in. She said crisply, "Of course he intends to remain. Why shouldn't he? Terry likes it, she wishes to settle down here." Jack laughed. "What's the angle? I thought you hated the sugar business—or any other business, for that matter." "I thought so too," said Chris amiably. "It seems that I've been mistaken." Hugo said, agitated, "If you really feel that way, I am sure that I could do something; that is, if you insist." "Thanks," said Chris, "but if I get a job it will be as much on my own as possible. I'll even ask Mr. Mannering to try to forget the slight family connection." Jack said, "Wait a minute. There must be an angle." He regarded Chris a moment and then shrugged. "The one I expected? You'll stay, unless .there's an inducement to leave? Is that it?" "No." Jack got to his feet. He asked, "Then just what is it? We don't started to explain, but the British stuffed-shirt cut him short with, "I am conversant with the customs of this country, my dear fellow." They arrived at* the .party, and some ravishing Burmese maidens, carrying bowls of water, murmured a query to the Englishman in their native tongue. The Englishman nodded politely, whereupon every one of the maidens hauled off and deluged him with the water from head to foot. The reporter — when he could stop laughing — spluttered, "That's the custom I was trying to tell you about!" » * * * Jesse Stuart's favorite hillbilly story concerns the young swain who bearded a grizzled mountaineer in his corn-likker still and stammered, "Miatah McCoy, ah. reckln' ah'm aJkin' for yar daughter's hand." McCoy reached for his shot-gun and roared, "No ya don't! Either ya takes man whole gal, or ya gits nothin'!" Copyright, 1949, by Bennett Cerl. Distributed by King Feature] 8yndlc*t*. SCOH'S SCRAP BOOK By R. J. SCOn ^ J>: d 1,35 MILK 1U BODV -CHAN A. cow. 1 SCRAPS & EXPAHDS, 20-flMES WrttH -POPPE.P MORE -fE.HPE.ft. -frtAH CORK EXPAHDS OHV.Y YES. ^ m PRODUCERS FOUKD JUH<5LE JK'fHE SfX-fE of ARE. SflLi. <s $<OKE. AN CRUZ BOARD AND ROOM By GENE AHERN she was wearing, as a mother. Aunt Cordelia was always the same, she didn't embrace you one moment and push you away the next. I rarely heard her laugh but never saw her cry — until today. And she was so fair always — when Jack and I got into rows, for instance. I used to pretend I want yo\||jhere, any of us!" "Sit down, Jack," said his was sorry for Bob stuck in the Islands under her strict discipline. But I envied him really. Kids like discipline, if it makes sense, they feel more secure under it. I had none. I was permitted to do as I pleased. There were just certain regulations in exchange for which I had my freedom. I must be well mannered, I must be clean, I must study. My father tutored me sometimes, and sometimes I went to school, wherever we happened to be. Other than that I was left to my own devices, to grow up as best I could. So I used to say, when I thought of Bob, The poor kid. But I kne"w I was the poor one. And then' when I came "home, when I saw how much Cordelia loved him, how much more than Jack — not that she ever showed her favoritism in the usual ways — I under- stod that I had come home to a place and not to a person or people. It was as simple as that, so I grew a sort of shell and manufactured a grievance. After all I was only 12 and not thinking very straight." mother sharply. "You are quite mistaken. I want Chris here, it was I who suggested that he see Hammond Mannering.". "Yuu?" said Hugo, an if ahe had turned and bitten him. "You?" She said, "Chris Is wllllnr to go to work and to take the responsibility as a married man. This Is his home. He has as much right to it as yon, Hugo, or Jack." Jock said merely that he would be damned, and his mother railed her eyebrows. She said, "3fou wore content enough to have Chris come home — " "Because I thought he would »o away again, and live happily forever after on his wife's money!" "That's enough," said Hugo heavily. "Your mother Is perfectly right. This is Chris' home. If he wishes to remain, there's nothing more to he said." Plenty will be said," Jack reminded •BUT WORST OF ALL, PINKY. TH' COOK. IS ON VACATION/--TH'JUDGE OFFERED TO PREPARE OUR. SUPPERS ---BUT WELL BE TAKING A BIG CHANCE ON THAT" LIKE EATING MUSHROOMS, GATHERED AT A SUNDAY PICNIC/ I'LL NEVER FORGET THE " 7-NIGHT MENU OF BEAN SOUP HE SERVED US- • • • MADE IO GALLONS IN A "WASH- BOiLER., AND SPIKED IT EACH NIGHT WITH A STRANGE FLAVOR, ' • • • WE FINALLY WALKED OUT BEFORE HE ADDED BAY RUM. / ^Y KM N k; SEXOnc S COOKING- <?-30 him. . What exactly?" inquired Cordelia. "That a young man returns with a wife and goes to work7 Is there anything unusual In that?" (To Be Continued) DAILY CROSSWORD 0-SO DEAR/MOAH='WHBAi THE CLOCKS HANt>S ARE CLOSfMS LtKESClSSOe BLADES AT MID>AU<SHT, SWIPP/A1<S OFF= ANOTHER t>AV -? HAMWAH C. EVANS - /4OAH= C>0 HANS- WOI5K OM ACROSS 1. Large tuba 5. Just 10. Prepare for publication 11. Appearing as if eaten 12. Breathes noisily in sleep 14. Render muddy 15". Close to 16. Devour 17. Projecting end of a church 18. Sing in low tone 20. River (Fr.) 22 Macaws 24. 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