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February 26, 1934

The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 13

Mason City, Iowa
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Monday, February 26, 1934
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MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE THE OLD HOME TOWN By STANLEY DOC. ITS THE FIRST WAV-LET THAT EVER SiOT AWAY PROM ME! " Hff CAME HOME \WITH AUI. OVEft HIS FACH AND SW1R.T HPUP ATTEMPTEO T10 PICK UP A POCKET BOOK OH A CROWDED STREET- Oof A/0 60JVE3. WEK SMILES CHAPTER 43 Here Raoul turned to Gorgeret: "The case has been closed for fifteen years and cannot now be reopened. Friend Gorgeret may have observed certain coincidences, and found out your connection with the case, but his only proofs are the false ones with which Valthex might furnish him, and hVll take good care not to draw attention to a case in which he has played so pitiable a part. Aren't 1 right, Monsieur Gor- geret ?" Raoul faced the detective, as though aware of his presence for the first time, and said to him: "What do you make o£ it all, eh ? Do you think my arguments are sound, do you think I've hit on the truth, and that there was neither robbery nor murder? Then you're not really much use, are you? The ]aw, and the police, all a washout. A nice, modest chap like me goes alick through the case you've been floundering in, unravels the threads without even taking his hands out of his pockets, finda the missing weapon, returns the missing: necklace . . . and goes off, head In air, a smile on his lips, and the satisfaction of having done his duty. Well, goodby, old chap. Remember me to Madame Gorgeret and tell her all about this business; it'll amuse her and add to my worth in her bright .eyes." . . · . Very slowly, the inspector raised Ma arm, and.let fall a heavy hand on Raoul's shoulder. Raoul seemed most surprised, and exclaimed: "Here, what's this mean? Are you arresting me? Of all the nerve! I do your work, and you thank me with handcuffs! Well, well, I wonder what you'd do if you had a burglar to deal with instead of a gentleman!" Gorgeret said not a word. He wore an air ot complete indifference and disdain; he was supremely sure of himaelf, and did not care what anyone thought or said. It it amused Raoul to talk . . . let him! Gorgeret had everything to gain by listening to his harangues. The inspector seized a large! whistle, raised it calmly to his lips and blew a shrill blast that re-echoed in the rocks around and the valley below. Raoul could not conceal his astonishment. "Do you really mean it?" Gorgeret grinned condescendingly: "Do you need to ask?" "Then it's war between ua ?" "Certainly. But this time I've taken my precautions--I've been guarding this place since yesterday; aince this morning I've known you were in hiding here. All the approaches to the chauteau, the walls which come up right and left to the ruins and are Joined by the precipice, are guarded. The iocal police and my men from Paris are a]] there." The bell of the entrance tower rang. Gorgeret announced: "That's the first lot. As soon as they're in, a second blast of my whistle will give the signal for a general attack. If you make any attempt to escape, you'll be shot like a dog. I've given strict orders." Here the marquis intervened: "Inspector, I will not tolerate people entering my grounds without my consent. This gentleman had an appointment with me. He is my guest. He has rendered me a service. I refuse to open my gates, and I have the keys." "Then they'll have to be broken down, monsieur." "With a battering ram," sneered Raoul, "or an ax? You won't finish before nightfall, and where shall I be by then?" "I shall use dynamite!" growled Gorgeret. "Got some in your pockets?" Raoul led him aside. "A word with you, Gorgeret. After what I've done in these last two hours, I had hoped you and I would leave here arm in arm, like friends and brothers. Since you refuse, I beg of you to renounce your plan of attack, and not to ruin those historical doors, and also not to humiliate me before a lady whose esteem I value most highly." But Gorg-eret was firm. "You don't get round me," he said grimly. Raoul shrugged his shoulder, then turned to Jean d'Brlemont: "Monsieur," he said, "I beg you to accompany Gorgeret and have the doors opened. I give you my word of honor that no blood shall be spilt and that all shall take place decently and in order." Raoul's prestige with the marrmis was too high for the latter to "refuse this opportunity of getting out of the difficulty. "Are you coming, Antonine?" he asked, leading the way. Gorgeret insisted on Raoul's accompanying- them. "No," said Raoul, 'Til wait here." "Going to try to escape while I'm out of the way?" "You'll have to risk that, Gor- geret!" "Why, then I'll stay here, too . . . I'm not letting you out of my sight for a minute." "Then I'll bind and gag you as I did before. How does that strike you?" "But what do you want to do here, alone?" "Smoke a last cigaret before I'm arrested." Gorgeret appeared to hesitate to grant Raoul'g request. But, after all, what had he to fear? Everything- was provided for. Escape was impossible. He followed the marquis. AJitonlne wanted to go with them, but had not the strength to move. Her pallor betrayed her anguish. There was no shadow of a smile on her lips. "What is the matter, mademoiselle?" asked Raoul very gently. "Get to safety, hide somewhere," she begged him with imploring eyes. "There must be some safe hiding place here." "But why should I hide?" "But you must! They'll get you if you don't!" "Oh no they won't! I'm leaving here." "But you can't, there's no way out." "That's no reason why I shan't get away." "But they'll kill you." "And would you minci? You'd feel some sort of regret if anything happened to me? No . . . don't speak . . . we've BO little time to be together . . . only a few seconds . . . and I've so much to say to you!" Raoul led her a little' way off so that they could not be seen from anywhere on the grounds. Between the ruin of tho old dungeon and a mass of crumbling stone was an empty space about ten yards wide, overlooking- the precipice, and edged by a low wall of loose stones. It formed a kind of isolated embrasure whose large window opened over the abyss wherd the river flawed, and over a beautiful vista of undulating plains. Antonlno was the first to break the silence, and her voice was firmer now: "I can't see what's going to happen . . . uut I don't feel quite HO frightened . . . and I want to thank you In my godfather's name for all you've done for him. . . . He's going to keep the chateau, isn't he, as you suggested?" "Yea." "There's one other thing--something I want to know, and you're the only person who can tell me. 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HOLlMWOQD IN AN ' 30SH, ETTA- If WA'S VM WOMOEKING WAS A SENDOFF NOU TOO - ARC TO TAKE THAT Rft OFrERBD fou NGY FILM E f OIAMONW s GONE ,'/ SURG MADE ME A HOT OFFER. - Bur I CAN'T TEAC2. SrEPBUISN. 1 ) /fJT vou, ANGEL CAKS. By Paul Robinson THE TUTTS By YOUNG . . . Is the Marquis d'Erlemont my father?" BRICK BRADFORD By William Ritt and Clarence Grajj 5OMtHOW.W2 HOLTMANM t CANNOT BUT BELIVE MY DAUGHTEE AND VOUMG BOADFOIiD STILL iTiv^ u AS 6ECOMES THE REVERED 6UtST OP CACTA. MV DEW2. FRIEND - YOU HM/E. PROOF Ot^ BBAOFOCD'S PATAL. A.1R. PLUNGE -AMD VOUC. DAU6HTEI2. COULD NOT SUEVlVE THAT JUMGUE' MOM HAJ" ALREADY STARRED ADVIS1NO- HER. J-ove LIFE , AS DW1MB WE. WMD PCGPESSOfc SALISBURY OM A SHIP BOUND- FOR AMERICA,. SOOM YOU'LL BE IM AMERICA.- SACK. IN YOUB BtLOVED MUSEUM- SALISBUfcY You'Cie. TOO G,(2EA,T ^x SCIENTIT TO PEEWIT PEQ.SONAL. TRAGEDY TO srop UJOCK I SUPPOSE. VOU AR.B EJGHT DC MOLTMANN 1 MUST RDTiGET. "Yes, I got hold of the letter written to him by your mother. It was quite explicit." "I guessed as much, but I had no proofs. I'm giad to know for certain. Now I shall be able to show him all my affection. He's Clara's father, too, isn't he?" "Yes, Clara is your half sister. "I must tell him that." "I expect he's guessed it already." "I don't think he hag. Anyhow, whatever he docs for me, I want him to do the same for her. One day I shall meet her, shan't I ? Please ask her to write to me. . . ." (TO BE CONTINUED) Program Presented at Floyd P. T. A. Meeting FLOYD, Feb. 24.--Dr. Flater spoke at the meeting of the Farm Bureau at the Floyd schoolhouse on "Diseases Common to Man and Animals." Other numbers were a group of songs by Jack Fege; recitation, June Regcl; playlet, Mrs. Clark Anderson and Mrg. Hugh Johnson; piano solo, Mrs. A. F. Brockman, readings, Veronica Greenwood; trumpe duct, Ruby Delia Smith and Esther Barclay. Mrs. Anna Rlpley, state commlttiewoman from Minnesota Farm Bureau, closed the program with a short talk. She is visiting her brothers, the Haley bro- thcivr, west of Floyd. It's all a part of growth. If you weren't foolish at 20, where would you get the blisters to make you so wise at -10.--Cedar Rupid» Gazette,

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