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Mason City, Iowa
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Saturday, July 17, 1948
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July 16, 1M8 Mkton City GI«b*-GM«iU, HM«B City, U. /s ifi/iere?/bti ^'ftdfa •*- BY KSY HAMILTON fc£ hirat Syndfeott ^^^ CHAPTER 39 WHEN JOAN was in Andrew's arms, dancing smoothly, she gave an exaggerated shiver. "Mercy, but you sounded cross," she teased him. "'May I have the pleasure.' Not even a question mark after it! Are you always'so autocratic?" Because he could reel himself softening, with her in his arms, and because he wanted to hold on to this heady feeling of supremacy, Andrew was gruff. "I've hardly had a sight of you since we came," he said with annoyance. "Snatched out of .my hands right away by 3 young whippersnappers, and then—" "Yes," she interrupted him, "and then you went and sulked in a corner and 5 minutes later you had disappeared. If anybody's going to do any complaining, I'm the one." Andrew steered her expertly toward the French doors s which led to the garden. "All right," he said, feeling suddenly gay. "Go ahead." The night was warm, and the stars overhead were visible, despite the glare in the sky from the lights of Branfield. Hardly a breath of air was stirring, but in the darkness Andrew could feel his heart pounding against the wall of his chest with hammer- strokes. His arm still held Joan close, and she made no move to get away. The night, the softness of her body, the faint perfume from her hair acted on him like a drug. Without, conscious volition, he turned her toward him, kissed her long and tenderly. "Joan," he said, when he raised his head at last, and she rested lightly against him, her breath coming fast, "Joan, will you marry me?" It broke the spell. He thought afterward that if he had only had the sense to keep quiet, he might have won her then. But with the word "marry"- she drew away with a faint sigh. She did not answer for a long time, then she said, with an obvious attempt at lightness, "I don't want to marry anyone, Andrew. Not yet." "Why not?" He had been so sure of her after that kiss, that the hurt was twice as deep, and his voice rasped with it harshly- She stiffened a little. "Because I'm not in love," she said sharply, and he caught his breath with pain. Not in love, and she could kiss him like that? He could have shaken her, he was so angry. "I don't think you know whal you're talking about," he cried. "1 think you are in love and don'1 know it, or won't admit it!" She put a little distance between them. "In other words," she said with a rush of anger, "you're perfectly sure I'm in love with you Andy Paulson, aren't you? Well I'm not!" And she added, half to herself. "As if I wouldn't know!' They hardly spoke for the res' of the evening. Andrew dancec with Carol, then with Mary again after which he retired to the corner where Alec Priest and George Roland were talking business, and listened to them in a glum silence He felt incredibly tired, as if al" the life had left him suddenly. I seemed hours before the McClures were ready to go home, and then Joan was so coolly polite tha his discouragement deepened Maybe she was right. Maybe sh lance, tars . Mrs. didn't love him, after all. Maybe' t had been a combination of the and the night, and the McClure was especially <ind to him. "You're a dear, Andy," she said, as she bade him good-night, "to have been our es- ort. But then you always are. A dear, not an escort," she added with a heart-warming smile. That made him feel a little better. At east, Joan's mother liked him. It was something to know that much. * * * Andrew spent the next few days couting for materials. "It's some- hing like a game," he told Mrs. 'otts at supper one evening, "a ind of treasure hunt. You get the lint of some shingles in an out- of-the-way place and scurry over here, only to find that someone else has been there before you." "Baron?" she asked, with interest. "Usually," he answered with a determined smile. "But the fellow who had the shingles—if he likes you—puts you on the trail*of somebody who has some good stuff for window-sash. And that's the way it goes. It's getting so I'll have to figure in my mileage with every foot of lumber!" "How about cinder blocks?" Mrs. Potts inquired. "I've heard :ell they're right handy. And cheap, too." : 'The cinder blocks don't cost much," Andrew admitted, "but the :abor of laying them is prohibitive—for the sort of house I have in mind . . . Oh, I'm using them in part of it ... I hope Mr. Durfee ." He did not finish the sentence, and Mrs. Potts, although she looked at him with a question obviously on the tip of her tongue, kept silence. He heard from Durfee within the week. "It is all arranged," the retired oil man wrote. "I've managed to wangle the skid-decks of 2 tankers for us." Andrew gloated over that "us." "When I got down here, I found that some of them, were bolted on in such a fashion that the wood could not possibly be used—the bolts were staggered every foot or so, and these decks will simply have to be ripped off—but 2 of them were in fine condition. The planks run 20 to 30 feet long, most of them, and from 8 to 10 inches wide. Good thick stuff, well weathered. It is painted grey on one side, but unpainted on the other. Will that matter?" Andrew, reading the letter, murmured, "Oh, oh," in dismay. Paint could play hob with saws, he knew. Well, he'd have to see to it that it got sawed, anyhow. He read on with interest. "At least there are no nails in the stuff," Durfee wrote. Andrew sighed with relief. "Everything was done with bolts. The superintending engineer here tells me that he figures the 2 decks will run to about 4 carloads (the bolts make it hard to stack, and we will have to remove them at our end) or about 45,000 board feet. Does this sound good to you?" Did it sound good! Andrew could have whooped with joy. With well-seasoned planks like these, he knew he would have a solid framework for his house, a framework of which he need never be ashamed. The cost, he discovered, was even less than he had hoped. Though there was a lump sum to pay the shipyard people for the careful dismantling of the deck and the loading on the gondolas; though there was the freightage, collect, to Branfield, and there would be something to pay at this end for unloading and transportation; though there was the cost of milling in prospect, it still came to much less than he would have to pay for inferior lumber here on the spot. Feeling stimulated by the success of his idea, he racked his brain for further inspiration, and recalled that he had read of cer- 'tain surplus goods being sold at the big Quartermaster's camp in New Jersey, not so far from his old home. He sat down and wrote Bigelow at once to investigate the possibilities of crated gliders and glider parts. He knew, from his war job, just how excellently those crates had been made knew, too, that they were of considerable size. Plywood like that would make excellent siding for his house. Nora looked him up one day coming to the house just as he was finishing his midday dinner She looked distinctly horrified a Emma Potts' ideas of interior decoration, and would have mad< open comment if Andrew had no silenced her. "Oh, you poor boy," she began "how do you stand it? It's posi tively hair-raising." He meant, for meaningfully around the over- tiffed parlor. He said, with a warning frown, and praying that Emma Potts had not heard, "Oh, don't, mind. I'm getting on the rack of some materials right now, nd it's rather fun." At her blank ook, he frowned again, and shook his head. She got it, then. "Well, of course, if you'd rather not talk about it," she chattered. I really came here to get cheered up myself, darling. I don't know low I can bear it for a full month. Would you believe it — the Howells have given one cocktail party, and we've gone to two, and one stuffy family dinner since I came, and hat is all — absolutely all — that has iranspired socially? I'm so bored I could rob a bank!" The amount of salt in the sea Is estimated at 32,000 trillion tons. BOARD AND ROOM DAILY CROSSWORD ACROSS 1. Drinks in small amounts 6. Kind of collar 9. Scheme 10. Verbal 11. Any hue' of the spectrum 12. Largest satellite of Saturn 14. Ahea^ 15. Regret 17. Constellation 18- Strange 20. An electric car 23. Part of a plant 25 Antelope (So. Afr.) 26. Kind of portable chair 28. Lit3rary composition 32. Floor covering 34. Conceal 35 Walked hastily 39. Dancer'a cymbals 40. Skill 41. High, craggy hill 43. Plural (abbr.) 44. Oblivion 47. Plunders 49. Fruit 50. Central part of fruit 51. Scottish Gaelic 62. Pieced out DOWN 1. Poetic foot of two long syllables 2. Sick 3. Lacking riches 4. Walk stiffly^ 5. Decay., 6. Cantoh (Switz.) 7. Deadly 8. Blazing signal 11. Loses heat 13. Negative vote 16. Unit of work 19. Father 21. Undivided 22. Luxuriant 24. Game of chance 27. Indehiscent fruit 29. Perch 30. Conformed 31. Shouts 33. Obtain 35. Salt (chem.) 36. A crinkled silk or cotton fabric 37. Sea mammal Yesterday's An§we» 38. Soft, smooth execution, (mus.) 42. Bird 45- Owns 46. Before 48. Metallic rock 5fo 51 25 4fo 22 50 50 7-(6 DAILY CRYPTOQUOTE—Here's how to work it: AXYDLBA.AXR Is LONGFELLOW One letter simply stands for another. In this example A is used for the three L's. X for the two O's, etc. Single letters, apostrophes, the length and formation of the words are all hints. Each day the code letters are different. A Cryptogram Quotation QCHYCTTMJECYHXF OI HKK NX- 'EMNP JGI ox TCKKXF KMGG — ELO- KHKHLGGINLG. Yesterday's Cryptoquote: THESE ARE THEY, WHOM EVEN THOSE FEAR WHO ARE THEMSELVES FEARED—SIDONIU3. Distributed by Kin« F«*tur«« ByndicaU, I no. HAD J5DOOCX WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU HAD TO TAKE HADDOCK? MATTER ALL.I WANTS YOU WILL NOD TELL TO BRING HOME HIM TO STOP IN 53,^ HADDOCK! (To Be Continued) DON'T COME HEARER — OH, PLEASE DON'T COME NEARER.' AfoAH MUNSMUU. tan. i»o. EPIC ri*Tn»E» irxmcm. u<- wo«ui pern NOW, THERE'S AN KJEAr- A REAR VIEW PESK MIRROR TO WARM VOU WHEN THE BOSS SNEAKS UP BEHINP YOU/ DEr Aft. /4OAH— IS A PILOT OF A PLANE FLV/AJ<3 THE VJESTERW PLA/NS PL-AIM H.M.P- QARBoo Wise DEAi^/NOAH^WOULP AN Af?MY GO OM SHO(«T RATICVMS IP 0 THE COOK L.OST PVT DUO r x FT. A -we oi_t> eauiz. -vW OVRK foO» PAPER. once what she rolled her eye By GENE AHERN ALL TH05E POOR .TIRED- ^A I'M AFRAID YOU'LL lOOKINGGIRL*!-1 WONDER ) HAVE TO HURRY, WHO THEY ARE- - 7 WHY CERTAINLY SOME KID NABBED YOUR. MELON/-THAT'S AS NATURAL FOR A KID TO DO AS WIPING OFF MUD ON A FANCY GUEST TOWEL/ WHAT ABOUT YOURSELF WHEN YOU WERE A KID? ••• FROM WHAT I'VE HEARD, EVEN A STAIR RAIL WOULD BE MISSING AFTER YOU SLID DOWN IT/ NO WONDER TH' COP AT TH' STATION LAUGHED YOU OFF TH' 'PHONE/ YOUR TRAIN 15 READY TO DEPART J 'LESS YOU KNOW HERE'S A BIG TURTLE...CAN YOU )( CATCH HIM TICKLE HIK A , INTO r^*...BUT YOU A TRANCE AND -d CAJN'T TICKLE CATCH HIM? JlTHBA JOKERS... MAKES THESE W PAPPY *J RSH GO INTO A TRANCE AND/ SAYS IT LET YOU ,PICK THEM UP •& SORTA TKKLE '^ . THEIR < '"NERVE CENTER ...OR SOMETHING... ...OR MAYBE THEY JUST LIKE IT...SAME AS A HOUND-DOG HIS BACK SCRATCHED I! SOME WAY T' TURN 'EM WRONG SIDE r/ OUT.'! ASNT A GOOD MELON ANYWAY By R. J. SCOTT SCOTT'S SCRAP BOOK SHRAPNEL, A SHELL USED IK WAR, WAS , NAMED AFTEP. IfS HENRY SHRAPNEL, AM EHCUSHMAH- • HE DIED IW I64Z- HE TRIED TO RUN OFF J HOW-HOW CAN I I'D RATHER 1 YOU'RE A HARD HAVING NO IDE A OF THE REAL GET TnAT BOTTLE AWAY FROM HIM? WITH MY BOTTLE . MAN TO DO HAV£ MY BIG, FAT BOTTLE, WHAT WOULD YOU MISTER '. HOLD ON.' SAY TO A DOLLAR DON'T GO AWAY SELL IT TO HIM. NOT EVEN FOR A NICKEL. WITH MY BOTTLE! DONN1E STICKS TO HIS GUNS PUERTO RICO -THE. BIRTH RA-TE in <Trtt WES-TERM HEMISPHERE AVERAGE. LEN41H of A.MER.ICAK A.HP ORIKOCO CROCODILES •frtt LARCtSl" SPECIEJ 7 10 4* IZ -AMD YOU GUYS ARE GOUMA MEAf? 50METHIk'£ RIGHT AHCIEK< AMD HONORABLE SWASTIKAS* ..._ SWAS-fiKA. PAIR-TED OH <Kt BREAS-f OF A CHWESE RULER. OF AvMCItN'T "TlMES REPRESEHIEP U>NG LIFE*. MOWD FOLKS OUTA TH' HORSE'S MOUTH' MODEST MAIDENS TUATS TIMING WHILE X>U KOS OQIVE I'LL HOP INTO SOMETHING SVOISH.' LAfi#/S RANCH ISNT PREFABRICATED PALACE THIS Yyfc ret ALMOST THERE/ THAT UA\1N ONLY A FEW PEOPLE VOO NAMED M£ ^ 1 AIM TO STOP THE y SPLENDID, TOP COP IN *M RIOTS AMP BLOODSVtEDV YOUNG MAN. RfTZANPUE.' I A AND TO UNCOVER ^A- SPLENDID.' SHALL BE LOYAL > SOME DARK AND TO THAT TRUST .'J SUMY TRICKERY.' I REMIND VDU THAT, TO MY BEST KNOWLEDGE, MOU ARE A >([RETLIKN, i A MERCENARY.'I HAVE ^IVEN YOU APPOINTMENTS I TRUST YOUR WONEST BEHAVIOR NOW I KNOW HOW YOU 1 STAMP.'.' MERELY A PI SPLAY OP AWWRABLE SHOWMANSHIP? WAVE LARGE PROFITS ALSO/. I flAVE A FEW LITTLE T^IN6^ HERE I'D „ LIKE TP A£K you / ./

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