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The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 21

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TUESDAY, DECEMBER 5, 1933 MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE THE OLD HOME TOWN By STANLEY") MAREHAl- CTTEY WALKS!* To OAV F=OUNt OUT WHV BUTCHER BUOPP AUt.OVJfi{ HIS BoY TO HITCH-HIKES ABOITT THS COUNTTVr THg PAST TWO «HV4 t ttJT la t*.-«-«» THE LOVE WAGER By EDNA ROBB WEBSTER CHAPTER 81. | Lizetta waa not quite sure what she had done to Stuart, yet. Perhaps he waa only fascinated. And that was not enough. She wanted more, oh! much more. She wanted Stuart's love--or nothing at all. If t ehe permitted his moods and the \ glamor of this night and the ro- 9 mantle atmosphere of this old city i to convince him that he loved her before he was sure of himself, she would lose everything that was precious to her, eventually. And she could not bear that! If she once glimpsed that paradise, it would be worse than death to be baniahed from it. She, too, yearned for his declaration of love in these matchless surroundings, but some vague inner fenr warned her to turn away this time and deny herself that exquisite joy. It was as if a gentle warning promised her, "If you will wait a little longer, the joy will be more complete. He Is still puzzled over his attraction to you. Mystify him longer. Hold him from you, so that he will desire you more. Only that will make him sure. Do not repulse ! bim, do 'not make .him aware that you hold him away. Be clever, but gentie. J - - ··'- - ' · · · - *·"···:'- .So her reason argued. .But, ah! reason la such a slow and stupid thing when romance urges and the heart speeds a wild race with the senses, That coveted goal ia just ahead--tantalizing love and lasting security. Senses lag and the heart leaps forward with new energy, stimulated by the pressure of strong arms and firm, hot lips. How can reason win in a race against such odds? » o * Across the city, in the patio of a A four-ceutury-old dwelling, with its ,- outer rooms and windows securely barred and bolted, Pedro smiled with white-toothed pleasure at his host. They conversed In rapid Spanish, with violent gesticulations. "I understand, now, my friend, why the jewels were found in my house. It is well--muy bien. Only the wan leetle regret I have. It concerns a lady--a very kind lady." He shook his head soberly. "Of course. All regrets and all problems in a. man's life, concern a lady," laughed his companion. "Always, she is man's tormentor and his joy. But you must forget all regrets this time. There will be other ladles--always other ladies--but only this one chance for fortune and freedom. Those will buy you plenty more ladies." "Sho was not my lady, understand," Pedro contradicted sternly. "She was my very good friend-and good friends they cannot be purchased even with great fortune. Ladies--yes, but not friends." The other laughed raucously and refilled their glasses from a bottle of habenero, "Come, drink and be merry. You should be happy that I rescued you from that hole of a place over there and gave you a chance at this great opportunity. It happened to be a mistake, but that was when luck smiled upon you. Forget the friendship stuff and keep to business, or you will regret it." His lest words were menacing in tone, and his swarthy face had lost itg amusement. Pedro agreed readily. "Si, si, it is better as you say, my friend. Perhaps it was a piece oE luck for me that you hid the jewels in the wrong house." + s * And in other parts of that city of widely diversified times, places and peoples, Marion had managed to escape with Count Dlavinl from the chaperonage of the party, and they were speeding In n taxicab to liis apartment on the Prado. It was only a short distance, and they were noon standing before the high grilled gates of a stone-columned three- story structure which faced the wide brilliant boulevard. The count produced a key which grated in the iron lock, and the gates swung open into a wide court. Marion felt as if she were heing carried awsy by a prince of the mid- le ages, to his fortified castle--and Diced it. How adventurous and how romantic! All their lives, little girls had such fi'.iry tales read to them and given them to read, until their Jnodern lives became drab exist- ences to them, by comparison. They were permitted to dream of such dangerous romance and thrill to Its maglnatlon, cut if not chanced to experience such adventures or go in quest of them--it waa quite a different kind of a story. Fairy tales had no place in real life. Very well, Marion decided, if other girls wished to be frightened by the adventures of romance, they were welcome to a stupid existence --she would take all the excitement which came hsr way. Why, the princesses of fairy tales even dared to fall in love with ugly beasts, to prove what good sporta they were-for that was what it amounted to, in modern terms--and even beasta turned out miraculously to be the most desirable princes in disguise. Compared with those girls, she was taking no chance at all, for Count Diavini was very much, a gentleman, without disguise. So Marion thought. They ascended broad marble stairs, railed with delicate wrought iron, at the top of which her host unlocked another pair of gates that were lower in height. "Heavens, you do keep yourself well protected!" Marion exclaimed, "how do you remember which keys *o use and where you keep them?" "It is easy to get in," he jested, "to get out is the difficulty, once you are in.-" "You frighten me, when you show your teeth." Her black head was flung back and rested in the high ermine collar of her wrap, as she laughed up into his dark face. "Then you don't wish to enter my castle?" His hand rested on the door handle, waiting. "Of course, I do. Do you suppose I would turn away at the very gate? I ad on." He flung the doors wide and Marion stood on the threshold agape at the beauty which she beheld. Moorish palace of the Alhambra could not have rivaled its splendor. Mosaic floors, rich tapestries and luxurious furnishings filled a vast room which continued on with vista through a pretentious colonnade into the most beautiful patio that Marion ever had seen. It waa a veritable parsrtise of tropical flowers and trees festooned with flower-laden vines, playing fountains and handsome appointments. Marion, who was not easily impressed by any degree of beauty or splendor, gasped with pleasure, "why, I never saw such a beautiful place in all my life!" "You like it?" he inquired humbly, and led the way inside. At his offer of assistance, she let her wrap slip into his hands and crossed the room toward the patio. He busied himself with mixing drinks from the ingredients on a table of Inlaid mosaic. Marlon's wnlte satin gown trailed back over the gleaming floors as she joined him. "How should you like a home like this one, on a very much larger scale? One in which the rooms were almost numberless and gardens rambled over hillsides? This, my dear, Is but a small sample of my real castles in Spain. I have tried to duplicate here a very little part of that one, so that I shall not be too homesick while I must rein Ha- main here." "But why do you stay vana?" "Business--that slave-driver all men. Even sons of noble families must give a thought to business enterprise these days. My interests are here, but my heart remains In Spain where I shall be one again." "Oh--your princess is waiting for you?" Some of her eagerness had vanished. "But no--did I say--·" puzzled. "You said your heart was in Spain." "Oh, yes--that ia where I long to be. But if you wish, I shall bring my heart to you here until we can return there together." His arm had slipped about her and his face was very close to hers. She could feel his quickened breath on her cheek. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Jimmy-On-The-Spot. N E W Y O R K /T--When N e w York Un Ivc rsi ty s tu dents h c1 d ablg pep meeting the night prior to their annual fi-ame with Fordhm, *o THAT'S NNH/XT SOT t COGUS HEXJS.R F \v«S THE. VONO OP WERE .RAM A.C«O=,S .WST VSWAT \_OOKVVJG AN PVECE. TvVKT VJA-S YES BETH, RE.AUW ewn VWOOD . HERE \Hvtw voyn. AU_ EMERVTVAVV1S TO A, GOOO \(»OUKJ. 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