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MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE, JULY 18 B| 1935 [THE OLD HOME TOWN By STANLEY SWELL,-WHAT is rr? DID Voo BOYS LOSE S0MCTWA1? UP AND DOWN CHAIN-CONTROL. ON THE DftlNKINa CUP AT THE DEPOT ONE TANK of= ICE WATER so TWICE A* FAR ASM-me PAST KBAD THIS FIRST: After bidding goodby in a huff to his childhood sweetheart, Janice Edding, who is sailing for the United States where her father, Captain Adding, has been assigned to Puget Sound Navy Yard, carefree Lieuten- and 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 hlg 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 cock- tall together and Val learns she is from South .Carolina. Later he excuses himself and goes to the bar alone. Finding the girl still in the cocktail lounge alone, Val joins her again and discovers her name is Lia Garenne. She says she is lonely and they agree to take dinner together later. As he dresses Val is irked by the thought that Kent Townley, another naval lieutenant, whom he dislikes, isc sailing on the same liner with Janice. Meeting Lia, dressed for the evening, in the lobby, he is impressed with her loveliness. After dinner and dancing at a night club, Val and T.iÂ«. go for a drive in the moonlight. Then she tells him some- Â· thing about herself. (NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY) CHAPTER 11. ".You told me about the unpleasant old woman so that I'd feel sorry for you?" Val demanded. "Oh, but there is an old woman," answered Lia, "Truly, there is. Only she is my Aunt Julia Lee Garenne, my father's sister. You see, my mother died when I was born and I've always lived with Aunt Julia Lee at the Garenne place on the Ashley. My mother was Miss Gatha Fitz-James. Her people were of English' descent--oh, but just as impo'tant as the Garennes. Aunt Julia Lee and my father loved ray mother ve'y much," she shook her round little head sadly, "but neither of them cares for me. I suppose it is because she died on my account. I've scarcely evah. seen my father. Isn't it sad that no one in my whole life has really loved me?" The melancholy little face convinced him of her sincerity. His anger faded to be replaced by a half- tender tolerance. "You poor, funny little kid, what are you doing in Shanghai alone?" he asked. The gentle note in his voice dewed her eyes with tears. "You have been awfully kind to me," she murmured. "I'll tell you all about everything, if you like. You see when Aunt Julia Lee heard my father would be ';n Shanghai this fall, we sailed for China. My father is an anthropologist and he has been in the Gobi desert these last two years on a scientific expedition. He used to be in the diplomatic service here in China and in Europe, too; but anth- ""ropology was always Ms great passion." "Garenne! I knew I'd heard that name. So Garenne of the Gobi is your dad, eh? But I still don't understand why you are at the Astc-r alone." "I'm coming to that. You see, we arrived here 10 days ago, and then almost at once Aunt Julia Lee heard that a member of the expedition had returned to Peiping with the news that my father would not come out until spring. It seemed to upset Aunt Julia Lee teh'bly and she finally decided to go to Peiping to talk to the man. We were all settled at the Cathay and so she left me there with Miss Clara Daubeny, who is kin of ours. She used to be my governess but now she is Aunt Julia Lee's companion." "And how did you get rid of her?" "Why, it just soht of happened that the day Aunt Julia Lee left, Miss Clara took the flu. At first the hotel doctor said she could stay in her room if she had a nurse, but later he thought she had bettah go to a hospital and he ve'y kindly offered to look after me. He was awful nice but rather old." "A very thoughtful gent," Val commented dryly. "And then what?" "Well, Miss Clara was really too ill to worry about me ve'y much and I soht of let her think I was staying with the American consul's wife so as to ease her mind." She smiled nervously. "And then yesterday I just decided I was going to all the lovely French shops and buy the kind of clothes I've always wanted. Oh, it was such fun. I chose the prettiest things--underneath things made of satin with real lace and little roses--" her face shone with a childish delight that made Val want to give her a paternal hug. "I bought darling sandals and French scent--evah so many things," she pattered on. "And I chose this wrap and a leopard coat and the gold vanity case and three hats. I charged them to Aunt Julia Lee's account at the Cathay and all I had to do was sign funny little papers that tee shop-keepers called chits. Aunt Julia Lee's trunks are still in our rooms at the Cathay but today I decided I didn't want that old doctor snoopin' around any longer and so I moved to the Astor where I could do just as I pleased. I don't care what Aunt Julia Lee says when she finds out, I am going to enjoy myself until then." Val smiled wryly. Besides a disappointed doctor, Aunt Julia Lee was not the only one who had had a few things put over on her. Look how adroitly he himself had been managed. Old Hot Shot taken for a ride! Well, live and learn about women; the more you experimented, the less you knew. "Please don't laugh." There were tears in the velvety eyes. "If you only knew how desperately unhappy I have been. Aunt Julia Lee's friends are all old--old and ve'y proud that they are descended from the Huguenots who settled along the Ashley and the Santee. Aunt Julia Lee belongs to a musical society and once a month I am allowed to g-o to hear them sing spirituals. Can you imagine having only that to look forward to? At the meetings they wear the costume of the^ '60's and only when they put on their hoop-skirts and stocks and ruffled skirts do they seem to come alive for a little while." Her face was tragic. "They live in the past, those people; they do not belong to today. Oh, if you only knew how sick I am of old things--old doorways and porticoes and little balconies! I live in a brick house that smells of mold and decay; it has a wrought iron gate that 'artists come from all over the world to admiah; but the gate closes me inside a garden, and until tonight that garden is the only place I have ever danced. Think of it! To dance alone when one is young is so sad. I am alive now, I want to be happy, to be a part of today." Val's laughter had died. He took one of the girl's delicate hands, and held it in his warm palms. "Look here, I have two days of my leave left and after that fII be free evenings except when I have the duty. Would you like me to show you Shanghai?" he offered impulsively. Her sadness vanished like magic, her eyes were dancing. "Oh, will you truly? Truly?" "I shouldn't wonder. We'll dine and dance and golf--" With the abandon of a child she threw her arms suddenly around his neck and kissed him. "You are a darling!" she cried. "Listen, sister," he broke in hastily. "That's out!" Turning, he whistled sharply for the driver who MEED MOHEY! P I N E W I L L L O A N Y O U On furniture, autos, personal property or anything of value to persons who have steady employment. LOANS UP TO S800 Pay back in monthly Installments LOANS MADE SAME DAY OF APPLICATION . LÂ» Fine Iloan Company Of Mason City SECOND FLOOK WEIB BLDG. PHONE 224 I'M M_i_ vyovrr: HERE'S ONÂ« SHOVJ TT T'U- GO IM TWttT O\TOEC-nOt4Â» } '/ OH.OVA: TWvs vs B\D! t CAN BACKTRACK. otATW\5 1 T\\_ 1 CONVE. TO T tv^GWT PVCK. 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I felt as if I wanted to take her where she'd never be unhappy or alone again. She's a sweet youngster, but HI watch my step." Gazing along the brightly lighted streets they were now traveling he thought, "Shanghai is no sheltered garden. Some one must look after this infant until the aunt returns. I had better put Sue and Laure Metross on the job. They'll be craay about her." He stared down at the sleeping girl. "Stephen Garenne o daughter, eh? I've heard of that eccentric old bird." His Up curled with disapproval. "A fine parent to go off after prehistoric bones !n the so-called cradle of the human race, and neglect this child the way he has." (TO BE CONTINUED) Why Is an Adviser. Another member of the president's business advisory council resigned, making five in all. Like the others, he was tired handing out advice on which no one paid any attention.--Yakima, Wash., Republic. THE TUTTS By YOUNG ^/ l.--t-.fe(% C^U-/ ^L/^1 ^^'^^ 5No^ ^Sjw^r X. i DAP 31Â®BY ^^'^ BU? 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