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MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE, THE OLD HOME TOWN By STANLEY POISPAf /Vy, er Out no-tree Battle Sf axes - " -*!=!% ITHB MOTORIST PICNIC PLAGUE RA/N ALL ALON5 THE HIGH WAV -EEPOIS13 MAESHAL STORM/LOVi A YOUNG NAVY MAN'S ROMANCE Bttll BURNS CBOMEB V f f BEAD TEUS FIRST: After bidding goodby in a huff to his childhood sweetheart, Janice Edding, who is sailing for the United States where her father, Captain Edding, has been assigned to Puget Sound Navy Yard, carefree Lieutenant Valentine Preston, attached to a gunboat in China, sees an attractive girl in a passing ricksha on the streets of Shanghai. He recognizes her as the same girl who had delayed his visit to Janice's liner in the harbor by taking the last sampan in sight from the pier. Following in another ricksha, both alight at the same hotel. They become engaged in conversation, have a cocktail together and Val learns she is from South Carolina. Later he excuses himself and goes to the bar alone. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER 8 From the time he could walk Val remembered standing protectingly beside his fragile little mother in hotel bedrooms to hear his naval- officer father's charge, "Take good care of Mommie, son, until Dad comes home again." He had adored the small, dependent mother whose fingers, like his own, could conjure magic harmonies from a piano. She had died when he was eight but he had never forgotten her; a few years later his Dad, too, had slipped away. After that, more boarding schools; at seventeen an appointment to the naval academy,, and since graduation six years ago, a cubbyhole room aboard various battleships of the U. S. N. Which left him here drinking by himself! A hell of a note! The persistent thought of Kent Townley came to torment him. That bird would not be lonely tonight. Just about now he'd be meeting Jan and the captain in the lounge, they would dine together, and later he and Jan would walk on deck in the moonlight. With Jan in his thoughts, hadn't he watched the silver crescent grow all the voyage down- river? He stared along the bar with disillusioned eyes. A dull, uninteresting crowd here. He hadn't even the satisfaction of getting a kick from his drinks. In the midst of laughter and music he felt infinitely lonely and depressed. He decided suddenly to shove off for the club; it was sure to be livelier than thia morgue; and since he was bound to stir up excitement of one sort or another before the night was over, he supposed he might as well go top-side and change into dinner clothes. Coming out into the lounge again, he was surprised to see the girl still sitting where he had left her, and as he stood watching the small figure he noted that although the aura of smart sophistication still persisted yet she appeared a bit youthful and forlorn. Since he must pass close to the corner she occupied, it seemed only decent to pause for a word. "It is quieter than usual here this evening," he said politely. "The Cathay is attracting the tea crowd this week, I suppose." Startled, she looked up with such an eager little smile that he was struck anew by that fleeting wistfulness. He knew what it meant to be depressed; it touched him to see melancholy in those velvety dark eyes. He dropped suddenly into the chair facing her to demand, "Look here, is something wrong? Is there any way I can help?" There was a pause before she answered. She stared down at the lovers on the enameled cigaret case and ran a crimson nail up and down along the lid. Finally she asked softly, "How can a--a lonely person make the most of her first--and perhaps last--evening of freedom?" For a moment he was taken aback but presently a smile twiched one corner of his good-looking mouth. And so the charming little lady had a. game after all. He must investigate. He slipped to the edge of the chair, his body leaning forward, his hands between his knees. "Have you any good ideas of your own on this subject?" he asked. He wondered who and what she was. He couldn't be quite sure, but now he was interested. The girl countered with her own question. "You are an officer, aren't you? I saw your navy ring when you put the coin in the beggar baby's shoe." "I'm Valentine Preston, a lieutenant attached to the gunboat Panay of the Yangtze Patrol." "My name is'Lia Garenne." He had heard the surname before, but where he could not for the life of him recall. "French?" he asked. "French Huguenot a long way back." Her voice was musical and slow. She touched the setting of his ring with a tiny finger. "I've seen lots of navy officers in Charleston," she told him. "But I've nevah been allowed to know any." "What do you mean, 'not allowed'?" he demanded indignantly. There was a pause before she answered. "You see, I--I am a companion to an old woman who permits me to have no friends. She is not ve'y kind to me." He liked her Southern drawl, guiltless of the letter "r." His mother had had an accent like that. The girl went on. "We live in an old house on the Ashley, ve'y dreah and lonely. Sometimes, like now, we have traveled, but she nevah lets me have any fun. Tonight is the first time I --I have been free to do as I pleased--" she stared away and her red mouth quivered childishly. The story didn't hold together, of course. The leopard coat, the gold cigaret case, the expensive French clothes put her out of the mistreated companion class. He wondered how old she was and came to the conclusion she must be twenty- three or four. Just another pretty lady looking for adventure and starting some excitement with a trumped-up story. Well, whatever her purpose, it appeared an interesting evening lay ahead. 'Look here," he said, "I'm a little tight, and later on there is an excellent chance I'll be a little tighter. However, if you care to dine and dance with me I can promise I shall not disgrace you. What do you say V" Her eyes shining pools, she clasped her small hands ecstatically. "Oh, I'd adoah it," she cried. "I am staying at this hotel and I have tie loveliest frock upstairs. May I have time to change?" Val favored her with a glowing smile. "Good news. Miss Charleston!" His erect young body swung to its feet. "I was on my way up to get into dinner clothes when I caught sight of you here. Shall we meet in three-quarters of an hour?" After she had disappeared in the lift Val crossed the lobby and asked a guarded question or two at the desk. When he ascended to his own room he wore an amused grin. Nothing more was known of Miss JUa Garenne than that she had arrived at the Astor just before mid-day. But there was no Gorgon-like employer in the offing; on the contrary, the young lady was quite alone! While the room coolie fetched towels and ran the water for his bath Val flung out of his clothes. The world looked merry and bright once more. Doing Shanghai tonight with W S AMWOST VAE'S SLOVOVKJG OP! PROQ'X-V TO STOP' TR.UCK.MOCW W-KTWEU. By Les Forgrave Copyright, 1986, by Cen TO06H CH\Ef Pv SEAT ON SCOTT .'-I LEFT nONEV IN High Pressure Pete By George Swon F l M E , \Ml_L SEE HW TO/\\OR.(2.OVW... THEM XN^'LL LET SOU OlSCoVft- TUKT KU. THtSE GHOSTS ARE. V THEV uoov6 fe^ Chip Collins' Adventures . THINK. v /ou frW CHEAP MOVJ, COWL.Oi-4 By Stark WHhelm .. ! WHEW THAT UU c3uY TA.US] WITH KlSTWUWBS-DUCKl 'G4JJS IT MEAMS HK MOUTH IS FULL-OF I BEAMS' KeSA. DAI^S^RPOS. LIL' r^ (SUV WITH A BBAN-SUpoTfeR . ] WHM H's LOADED THAT WAY;/ HEV! UWATS THE IDEA? QUICK.' Â·Â§ ^^ ' sl E D HIM T'So r swiMMin'.AMD HSAID] i.! NVHAT'RÂ£ YA. r ^ ^ Muggs McGinnis T5UK1 FER. YR. LIFE !! WAT'S STK/ltf WITH MUGGS? By Wally Bishop Copyright, I93jÂ». by Central Press Association, Inc. Etta Kett By Paul Robinson SUES SUFFERING A SLI6HFCONCUSSION -- Musr HAVE BEEN HITOM THE HEAD,BV THE BOOM WEN HEK BOAT CAPSIZED' NOWATEftlM LUNGS-- A FEW DANS'REST AND SHE'LL De r' |N THE EXClTEMEUr I FOftGOT THE MOUNS FELLOW WHO RESCUED 'MM DAUGHrEe -- HE'S A HEEO -I--. I WANf TO THANki HIM - SLIPPED AWAS- LAP -- VvouLDN'r EMEN GNE HIS NAME- CAN VA BEAr ir. 7 , THE BLOKE \NAS HERE A MINUTE AGO -- Miss Lia Garenne might prove plenty interesting. Stretching his bronze young body, he cast an appreciative eye over the easy chairs, the luxurious bed, and the flowered chintzes that made his room in the Astor a pleasant contrast to his airless cubby-hole aboard the Panay. Some men, he thought, lived all their lives surrounded by just such comforts as these; and he wondered for the thousandth time what the hell a fellow saw in the navy and why he had let himself in for it. Today Brad had accused him of looking for the soft jobs. And why not? When he had chosen a navy career it had been with the resolve that it should never get its claws into him if he could prevent it. Look what it had done to his parents! Because his mother would not be separated from his father, she had died of cholera in Hankow's blistering summer heat. A few years later his dad's life had been snuffed out from overfatigue and pneumonia, contracted from too long hours on the open bridge on an old type cruiser as he battled to bring her safely through a slashing North Atlantic blizzard. (TO BE CONTINUED) Want Higher Relief Wage Scale in Iowa WASHINGTON, July 13. r.p_. Senator Murphy (D-Iowa) said today the Iowa democratic congressional delegation will appeal to Harry L. Hopkins, federal' works progress administrator, to reclassify Iowa so as to place it among states with a higher scale of work relief wages. King of Shenandoah Elected Treasurer of Letter Carriers AMES, July 13. (.Â«--The Iowa branch of the national association of letter carriers elected J. E. King, Shenandoah, treasurer on the second ballot. The convention which closed ruesday afternoon previously elected W, P. Clark of Ames, treasurer by a one vote majority. Clark was declared treasurer by President. R. W. Day, Des Moines; but John J. Foley, Boston, national association vice president, ruled for another vote after Clark had expressed the opinion a revote should be taken because of his narrow margin. King was elected on the second count 35 to 22. Damage Suit Filed at Hampton After Crash HAMPTON, July 13.--A $3,500 damage suit has been filed in district court here by the Charter Coach corporation doing business as the American Orchestra company. Delia II. Brandt and Leon Brandt i art named defendants. The case i grew out of an accident in May on highway 65 north of Colo when the bus, carrying the orchestra to Minneapolis, and the Brandt truck loaded with corn traveling south, collided. One member of the orchestra was killed and several severely injured. Plaintiff contends that the truck driver, Omar Casey, was negligent in that he was asleep, driving carelessly and and not respecting right-of-way rules. Gold Bill Approved by House Committee WASHINGTON, July 13. /B--The house banking committee today approved an administration bill to bar suits against the government to collect alleged damages arising out of devaluation of the dollar. DEAR. NOAH " ARE PURSE'S AT HofeSB RACES, 15AIT i=ECE!PTS OK. WJN DOUGjHS DICK. BRUMTCN CSffiavE crr-r Â» A IS AUSTRIA HLWO^RY WHEN TURKEY AND (SfeEECE ARIr SO NEAR? ELMER AL.BEK5, STAHBUCK,MIWÂ«. DEAR NOAH = CAN A FLA" Tlf?c BE CAUSED SV A FORK, IN THE MR? c .DOU-THIT. 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