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The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 17

Mason City, Iowa
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Monday, February 12, 1934
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MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTB THE OLD HOME TOWN By STANLEY J\0l SAY HESA) ("««R-HES THE FEI.UQVJ IKU- «;HOT irj \?VJHO DYNAMITES THE ICE I BK=, SHOT HM -y /v-r-ruE ur-~TM-~ V^ESBRAR-TC?/t- B ^ ^y 1 ^ i Big Sister What's the Hurry? By Les Forgrave O SMILES ^22£^wt® CHAPTER 31 ; And once again Raou! was tortured by the possibility o£ Clara taking her life. All day his one idea and effort had been to let her know the truth about Big Paul, tither through the clerk at headquarters or through Gorgeret. As he had failed, it was easy to imagine her abandoning hope, utterly overwhelmed . . .Clara would be capable o" enduring anything--prison, trial, sentence--but not the thought that her hand had dealt death. . . . Raoul, remembered her agonized recoil ffom that tottering, swaying figure: "I've killed him! I've killed him! You'll never speak to me again!" And he felt that the unhappy girl's flight had been to seek death and oblivion. And the fact that she had been arrested and imprisoned would only add to her mental anguish, convincing her that she had indeed committed murder and was an outcast among men. The thought was torture to Raoul. As the night wore on, and midnight struck, then one, then, half-past, he felt more and more convinced that Clara would destroy herself If she X had not already done so. He imag- all sorts of terrible and secret / ,, / ways of commitUng suicide, all fatal, and having rehearsed her dying 1 groans and agonies, he would go over It all again, till his forehead and the palms of his hands were wet with cold sweat. Later, when he learned the simple truth of the matter and the key to the enigma, Raoul was astounded at his own lack of perspicacity over the whole thing. He could not help feeling then that he, with his great knowledge of human nature and his almost second-sight, should have jumped to the right conclusion from the start, and pieced the puzzle together correctly. There are times when problems are set forth so clearly that one cannot fall to see the obvious solution--once one knows the truth! But just as he was nearest thai moment of revelation, Raoul was lost in abysmal night. His menta agony prevented him from seeing things as they really were; he was enmeshed In a web of despair. He did not even attempt to fight off his depression, hut seemed rather to rejoice in piling agony on agony throughout the interminable hours of that terrible night! Two o'clock struck--then the half hour . . . Raoul could see the first streaks of dawn showing above the trees. He persuaded himself, childishly, that if Clara were not already dead, she would never have tho courage to kill herself at the beginning of a new day. Suicide needs the complicity of night! Then a church clock struck three. Raoul took out his Watch and followed the second hand in its laboring journey. Then he suddenly shivered. Someone was ringing at the gate. Could it be someone bringing him news? At any ordinary time, he would have made sure who was there, coming at such an hour, before pressing the button that opened the gate. But now he merely opened it from his room. He could not distinguish in the gloom who was coming up the garden path and into the villa. Slow, very faint steps were mounting the stairs. Then a sudden anguish seized Haoul, and he felt powerless to take a single step to meet this unknown visitor, who might be the bearer of fatal news. A feeble hand was slowly pushing open the door of the room. Raoui's eyes were strained upon the figure that entered. It was Clara. Raoui's life--the life of Arsene ,upin--was certainly one full of shocks, mysteries and surprises; he was accustomed to living the impossible. But of all that ever hap- ened to him, he was emphatic in assertion that the totally unexpected apparition of Blond Clara at dawn at the door of his room caused him the greatest surprise and shock--not to mention its being a complete mystery--of his whole areer. Clara's dramatic appearance, deathly pale, her face a tragic mask of despair and fatigue, her eyea burning with fever, her dress torn and dirty, seemed to Raoul a nightmare hullucination. That she should still be alive seemed possible, but that she could have escaped from the police was manifestly impossible! The police, as Raoul knew only too well, were not in the habit of thus lightly relinquishing their prey; there was no known Instance of a woman having escaped from police headquarters, especially one guarded by Inspector Gorgeret. What could it all mean? Raoul and Clara gazed at one another, speechless--he, dumbfounded, trying to grasp the fact of her presence; she, wretched, bowed with shame, her whole appearance seeming to say: · "Don't you want me back here? Can you welcome a murderer? Will you send me away?" At last, trembling with anguish, she managed to falter aloufl: "I hadn't the courage to kill myself God knows I wanted to several times I leaned out over the water . . . but my courage failed me!" Raoul gazed at her in breathless astonishment, scarcely seeming to hear what she said, so engrossed was he in thinking, thinking. . . . The problem was absurd In its mere statement: Clara stood there, facing him; yet Clara was in a prison cell at police headquarters. Beyond that he could not see--he must not try to see. But Arsene Lupin could not long remain confounded by a tangible face. If the truth had remained obscure on account of its very simplicity, now was the time to tear aside the veil. Dawn touched the trees in the garden, the wan light mingling with the electric light in the room. Clara's face was strangely illuminated as she kept repenting' monotonously: "I hadn't the courage to kill my- I ought to have, oughtn't You'd have forgiven me self I? then . .. but my courage failed me." Raoul remained gazing upon that vision of terror and suffering, and as he gazed hi3 expression gradually lost Its tenseness and bewilderment, and he even smiled faintly. Then, suddenly, without any warning, he burst out laughing. Nor was it a mirthless, nervous laugh, but a, hearty laugh that doubled him up as though he could never stop. And Raoul besides laughing- so hilariously was capering about delightedly in the most spontaneous fashion aa though he must express in every possible way his appreciation of a superb jest. Clara, sunk in her misery, looked so utterly dejected at his unseemly exhibition that Raoul rushed at her and, seizing her in his arms, whirled her round in his mad dance like a child, finally depositing her on the divan, saying: "Now, honey, you may cry as much as you like, and when you've had your cry out, and decided there's no reason to kill ourself, we'll talk.'' But Clara jumped up, seizing Raoul by the shoulders: "Do you forgive me, then? Do you forgive me?" "My dear, there's nothing to for- m NEED MONEY? PINE WILL LOAN YOU On furniture, antes, personal property or anything of value to persons who have steady employment. T.OANS UP TO SSOO Fay back in monthly Installments. LOANS MADE SAME DAY OF APPLICATION C. L. Pine Loan Company Of Mnson City Srrnml Floor \VnIr BldK. I'Jioiie 221 High Pressure Pete Tough on Ollie By George Swan Frank Merriwell at Yale Gone! Burt L. Standish Muggs McGinnis The"FaU" Guy Wally Bishop Etta Kett Every Girl for Herself By Paul Robinson AN'.DADNNSR.e . T'KA GETTUJ' TIRED TO BE- fr. COOK. LIKE NCJt COKAE GOT BACK \N VTH TWt IWEPCT, Copyright, 1934, by Central Press Association, Inc. K?°y\i.{^P-OM-il's «* ^_u vh$ \.ofM OH MM WP^ -t NOW MV MISSION is ouen. FCIlMU KMOU,M(J.CAK\JE( FOfZTUME. OEPEMD5 OM VJOILUIVM STCEfcT. WOVH TO DEUUER. MR. MEW, SCWeoM^i 15 OFFICES-. I'M MOU M1G Too · To C^cn, UrM GOME TO / CHICAGO COWT/MOES- HIS QUEST OF we. AMD T. WAS SoRTA., XACAUL, IT" AIL MA/WE. OF (T' rr's: ROMtJlMS.SoRToF- X WAS THE. WHAT DO fou MEAM.V'OO / SoCTA. UKfe UK \ TA.KlMDA ,i.irv» V4 Fv - _ -. ._ KIMDA » SHE? QH,GRTA. 1NHAT 1 BEE -au HANENT I WAS HIMlClNG -- VOU AMO PHIL. yqK\ HOV-CS HE FIRST" Moraft3p,oE CM Sou HAME.NT- VEEN EACH AGES -- xou taiovj How FICKLE- DON s ARE * He HAS A NEW GIRL -- Bur Nor coi-ora. BUNO, give--you've no cause to Wame yourself." "Ye3, I have. I've committed a murder." "OIi, no, you haven't." "What do you mean?" "You can't have a murder without a corpse, my child!" "But Big Paul's dead!" "No, he's not." "Oh, Raoul, what do you mean? Didn't I atab him?" "Yes, you struck Valthex, but villains of his kind have nine lives. Haven't you read the papers?" "No. I didn't dare. I was so afraid of seeing my name . . ." "Your name's in the headlines all right. But that doesn't mean Val- thex is dead." "Do you really mean that? You're not pretending to comfort me?" "Only this evening--or rather last night, as it's morning now--my old friend Gorgeret declared that Val- thex was out of danger." (TO BE CONTINUED) Dillmger's Trial Set for March 12; Court Denies Habeas Corpus CROWN POINT, Ind., Feb. 10. (IP) --John Dillinger, bank rohber and prison break expert, stood mute in criminal court today while his at- t'orneya wrangled acrimoniously with prosecutors, and heard his trial on a murder charge set for March 12. Circuit Judge T. Joseph Sullivan granted the state's motion to quash a writ ot habeas corpus sought In behalf of the outlaw, whom the state seeks to execute for the murder of an East Chicago, Ind., policeman. THE TUTTS By YOUNG A3CV . ' ' MOM WILL tt ABLE TO fief AWAy WITH A U5T Of PUNK. DIMMERS \F THtg GOES OVER, BRICK BRADFORD By William Ritt and Clarence Gray l i l t BENEATH rUE SEA HNKt TOEUDS MTU --^^'- TVW LITTLE COMPANIONS, "- WHITE SPY - SOON YOU lOltLMEET OTHERS LESS W21BNDL.Y.' VJUKT PLf^CE THIS I n--

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