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MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE, AUGUST 1 · 1935 WV-4E.-A1 1 TVASRE. Y LOOK. ATT I OUGHT TO BE. CATO-UM v r * v " HE DVOM'T SUCCEED. VOE CAM GET CLEAR. BACK PULL B OUT OF SIGHT THE OLD HOME TOWN By STANLEY GOE.-S -SOMEBODV IN YOO SAID ASOUT \NORKY. NNE'RE OCX OP MR.. DIU-OM TUVlNiG TO STOP US THE MORE I TV-UV.K VT'S "SO? ^.LW* By Les Forgrave Copyright, 1035. by Central Press Association, Inc. LOOK UKE ) 6'WF\H--THOSE 5HOG5 DON' TvAKV TvW K\D LOOK S6 OM ON W FEET TtbT \nFNG\HH. High Pressure Pete THE BLACKSMITHS TABLE.-POUNW SPEECH AT LAST NIGHTS COUNCIL, MEETMCr BEOlXW DOWN THE HOUSE ANP BeoUSHT THE DISCUSSION TO A CL.OS6. , LOVi j^/BEUE BURNS CROMER Kjtg By George Swan READ THIS FIEST: Following a whirlwind romance in Shanghai where he is attached to a TJ. S. gunboat, carefree Lieut. Valentine Preston suddenly marries Lia Garenne, an American southerner who is alone in the world except for an aunt in pieping and a lather In the Gobi desert whom she has not seen in years. When Val's orders arrive, transferring him to Puget Sound Navy Yard, Lia is bitterly disappointed at the thought of leaving China. At the commandant's reception at the Navy Yard Val finds Janice Edding, daughter of Captain Edding, and his childhood sweetheart. He had last seen her in Shanghai when he said goodby to her in a huff and that same day met Lia. The Prestons meet Maurice Cordray, aviation executive who Induces Lia to try a part in connection with a masked ball he is supervising. Later with several others Val and Lia dine at Cordray's home. Lia and Cordray become quite interested in one another and Val is glad of a chance to talk with Janice again. Trying Chinese robes on Lia in his workshop, Cordray, also In costume, suddenly catches fire when Lia inadvertently knocks a cigaret lighter from his hand. He starts to run, Val tackles him and rolls him in a rug. tFnhurt, Cordray thanks Val profusely for saving his life. At the ball Lia does a fantastic dance which is poorly received. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER 23 If only Val dared slip away to think this thing out. The audience buzzed about him like a giant hive of bees. His agitation increased as he he realized the reaction of individuals from the snatches of conversation that reached him. "Neurotic stuff, that last. Filled with hunger, murder, treachery, plague " "Very ugly, I thought. The lady seemed half-demon." "How could a girl be so revolting to look at? Made me think of a sorceress I once saw in Yunnan Province who peddled dried scorpions and cobra venom. I shall never like her after this.'' "Nor I. I am g'ad now she didn't receive us when we called. She was at home, you know. We saw her go into the house just ahead of us." "I had heard she was extremely pretty. Whoever could think so? She looks like an ugly Chinese red " "Don't blame the girl. Maurice Cordray staged this thing." "Sh-h! There is her Tiusband.-He will hear you.' 1 He had heard them right enough and he was furious. Lia had hausted herself, slaved like a little Trojan to entertain them, and this was how they appreciated it. Squar ing his shoulders ne crushed back his own doubts and questionings. I: was - of first importance that Li£ should not realize how they had re sponded to her desire to please. They must be kind to her! As hi pressed through the crowd toward the door to the improvised dressing rooms, he looked anxiously abou him. If only someone would comi to his aid. Sue, he realized, wouli be no use; and anyway she woulc not help Lia on a bet. A clear voice beside him said "Hello there, Val. Has Mrs. Preston come out yet? I want to tell he how thrilling I think her danci was." He turned to Jan, smiling up a him. Costumed as a lady of Turke stan she was a vivid -figure in tigh emerald-green turban, lemon velve jacket embroidered in golden ara esques, and wide trousers of lilac atin. Lord, he was glad to see her, md yet it hurt his pride to admit that here was the only one who ould aid him. He, however, was not he one to be considered. If she vished, Jan could make Lia's path mooth and easy. He said abruptly, "Look here, Jan, want Lia to meet the Yard people and I don't really know any of hem. Come to my rescue, will you ? She isn't on to the ropes of a place ike this. I'd be no end grateful if ou would be her friend." The smile faded from the girl's lazel eyes. "I have offered your wife my friendship on several occasions, Val," she said quietly. "I have called three times and telephoned ·epeatedly to ask you both to dine. But no luck. Mimi seems to be the inly one who has successfully crashed the gate and made your Lia ike her whether she wished to or not. I understand they are great riends and that Mrs. Preston plays mean game of 'Lady Come to See.' " "That's just it, Jan," he pleaded. 'Lia is such a kid." He stood twist- ng the tassel at his belt. Hell, :ouldn't she understand it wasn't easy for him to ask favors--to let ier see he couldn't put his wife over with his fellow officers? His unhappy blue eyes met hers. "You see, I want Lia to be happy. It's my fault if she isn't. But somehow, I'm afraid we've got off to a bad start here. We have delayed returning calls--things like that--" he broke off thinking it was no use to go on. Suddenly he felt the pressure ol slim fingers on his. "Oh Val, of course I'll help. I was a beast to say I wouldn't." She stood pondering an instant. "Let me think. Captain Cromwell's wife is the one for Lia know first. Mrs. Pomfret leaves the social side of the Yard to her and she runs it with a high hand. We'll take Mrs. Preston to be introduced and if you are pleasant to Nora she will do the rest. She is really a dear, and like most older people she adores having the youngsters pay her a little attention." She touched Val's arm and nodded toward a slim, sophisticated woman with sandy hair and a bitter mouth. "There she is," she murmured, then called across? to Mrs. Cromwell, "Oh Nora, will you please wait there a moment? This is my old friend Val Preston. We want to bring his wife to be introduced, and so that you can tell her how clever you thought her dance." At the lady's short nod of assent he took Jan's arm and they pressed through the crowd. A moment later he saw Lia emerge from the dressing rooms and start in their direction. Cordray was with her, a magnificent Hindu Prince in azure and gold, his beard braided and tied under his chin Rajput fashion, a diamond aigrette in his turban. They moved in an interested circle of-civilians, several of them artists and professional dancers, who were Cordray's guests of the evening. In that first moment Val's heart gave a bound of relief when he saw that Lia had not guessed the audience's reaction to her dance. Triumph and elation flashed from her dark, uptilted eyes. Oh, but damn it all, why hadn't he gone to her dressing room in time to prevent her appearing in that costume and hair-dress! He hated her hair brushed back in that stark Oriental style. She still wore the sheath of shiny black brocade that fell almost to the bottom of Chinese trousers. She had hung hoops of white jade in her ears and fastened a bracelet or gardenias about one slender Use Your Credit To Buy Your D I A M O N D Our Diamond line is very complete and is made up of the finest goods on the market. SELECT IT NOW! Pay at Your Convenience. 215 NORTH FEDERAL AYE. I'M PLAYING- A HUNCH ) KID IS IT'/ you MAY BE: A G-OEAT 8A5E BALL SCOUT; BUT you'ae SOUR. THIS -TIME!! r. I'D LIKE TO THE. HOTEL IN CIBCLE- VILLE. AND ASK TOR % THAT NAME.- IF YOU CAN READ ( TUST PRACTICING- PlTCHIN 1 ~ I'M GOING "ft . - s» BE. A GREAT DAS£- £% I BALL STAB ' j\'l \^£-- .--__ _-- IT MAY BE NONE OF MY QUSINE5S 1 BUT WHY WERE YOU THROWINQ- ROCKS AT THAT v CAN, KTIO ? _ By William Ritt and Joe King 1 ', /MJGSSIE -X V HEAUD A LOT OF I ·= BUT JUT W0!4 THE tAST -- WKo SAVl FRAU CISCO ; Weu..TT .IKE. THE. 4 FoR MoRe WAR -PAPA SAYS! WA^-PAPASAYSy^o^^ Muggs McGinnis , HE AtWAYS SA.YS= By Wally Bishop g,-I Copyright, 1935, by Central Press Association, Inc.-. ITS OUR. one/ CHANCE ETTA- IF I CAN 1H120MSH THIS TUNNEL THE SEA-I'LL- OPEN TH' · TKAPDOOR AMD LEPfOU Our-IF r eAN'r- \NELL- HEBE \NE'PE TRAPPED ETTA- NOT A WAI OUT-THE TIDE'S COMING IM AND VJILL FILLTHIS HOLE TO THE TOP ~ -vou HOLD THE I STEPPED ON SOMETHING -FEELS A SUIT or AfcMOIZ." WATS TH' MATTER,,"/ AND YK.'LL BE DBOWNED- (T- I'M NOr By Paul Robinson Phillips said he Jan, his eyes were dark with humili- " wrist. The effect was exotic in the your solicitude regarding the ex- NOW DONT WORRY- I WONT GET LOST/ Behold Big Boss Preston, extreme. Perhaps I WON AND 1 PROMISE YOU A NICE JUICY PTARMIGAN FOR DINNER/ JUNE, DONT GO TOO FAR FROfA OUR periences which the religious and he grinned with an assumed non" in Occidental dress and looked less AS BRICK AND HIS ESKIMO COMPANIONS CONTINUE THEIR TREK, PLANS FOR A HUNT ARE UNDER WAY IN THE SALISBURY CAMP. racial groups are reported to be suf- master of his household. like some bizarre creature from an fering in Germany." Then more gravely, unknown plane, the effect of her trying to help me out, Jan. It was The concepts of religious free- disturbing dance might have been mighty kind of you. Wil! you dance dom and liberty of conscience for all reached his side Lia Wasn't I mahvelous, deah? principles of our own caught up with them offered objec- and political faith. This being so, Weren't you proud of tions, however. "This was promised the American people Cordray says I was absolutely proto me," he demurred. sympathetic to the maintenance of fessional, an artiste." surrendering it even to an old mar- She tinned away before he could ried gent like you, Preston." even answer. Striking an exager- States as well as in other nations." During the rest of the evening Val tried repeatedly to dance with his wife or even to get near her, held forth under the amused gaze of Cordray and his friends were al- mounted and finally he flung out to Field who offered to share the contents of his flask. It was flask and, as he accepted with alacrity. Val hoped his portion would banish his feeling of complete frustration. (TO BE CONTINUED) COULDN'T TELL HIM HAD TO BE ALONE-1 JUST, SOMEHOW, FORGET BRICK. ITS GROWING DARK- WHERE ARE THOSE BIRDS I'M SUPPOSED TO HUNT/ American Sympathy STAL.E COOKY JAR THE PANTRY SHELF? Toward Religious Freedom Expressed DEAR MOAM=NOW THAT THE. BASEBALL SEASON IS ON, WHERE WILL THE CHECKER. BOARD? AMOS TUTTY FRANKPORT, KY WASHINGTON, July 31. CiP)-- American sympathy toward the maintenance of religious freedom and liberty of conscience in all countries was expressed today by William Phillips, acting secretary of state. In a letter to Jewish organiza- DEAR NOAH = IF THi= TRAIN L.EAVES AT IS IT TEN! TO ONE YOU WILL MISS IT? H OFF"- WH £EL1N G, W- tions which protested recently to the state department against cried, ated hands held f Cordray and his friends. She scarcely returned Jan's greeting and when Val finally obtained her attention long enough to say, "We must go to speak to Admiral and Mrs. Pomfret. And after .that Jan is taking us to meet Mrs. 'Cromwell and some of the other Yard people," she fluttered her tiny hands in an affected gesture and answered -- -"I can't be bothered with the Pomfrets just now, deah. And if Mrs. Cromwell wishes to meet me, why doesn't she come up here?" The most unfortunate part of the I last remark was that Mrs. Cromwell was within earshot. Val saw her gray eyes narrow, the bitter mouth quirk at one corner. Laa, the little idiot, should be spanked. But in iier present state of excitement there was no use to remonstrate. Impotent, he was forced to submit as Cordray edged in between them. Laughing over his shoulder the big man said to him, "I'm stealing your rightful dance with the Manchu princess, Preston." "Why not," Val heard her drawl as they drifted into the maelstrom of dancers, "since the Manchu princess is your creation?" When Val turned back to face

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