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THURSDAY, MARCH 1, 1931 MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE LOOK, HERE ARt TUE RAFtERS Ti4ffT J EMPTgO VOoSO. I COE'SS , , , -^ VJO MEED TO TfetL ME TVW. VOUNG Â£?Â»Â£ LADY. DOM'T I K^JOvJ TMAT IF \T HADM'T BEÂ£M X=OR VOU Â·*OUI_OM'T AU.THW: vs -CO OP IT ?OR A GOOO pryce. THE. MO SVC OtAV-ER, A VAAVO *MO XNVU. BOX \T. By STANLEY THE OLD HOME TOWN TEMPTgO -THEV'RE A'S YOU'RE HAD A GOOD LA.-ST. CAW 1OO BEUE.VE rt ? THERE V4 VOWEN 1 THOOSHT VJE'D NEVER SEE IT ASAIM G\YE UP HOPES SETT\MG IT HOME . DOCS ON KIS 1*,INT BETH, OUT THEV HA.D A NUGHTY Temptation Removed Copyrisrht, 1934, by Central Press Association, Int. VEPiM, MR. EPU)gER.--THE.-StoOP J qor -- Â·noi HfNoe.-we.ire. High Pressure Pete Now Will You Be Good? OC pit-LsauRY DISCARDED \WH|P ANP )S USINS AN AUTO HoftN HE HAS DOUBi-EO HIS MH.EAÂ«TE ON EVERY QUART OF OATS READ THIS IFIBST: Captain Tlggle Turner, returning to England from India, finds pretty Viola Norman on shipboard alone and friendless. After offering tÂ« go in search of Mrs. Norman's husband, Tiggle finds be is not on board. At tea Tiggio learns of Viola's tragic married life, how her husband had turned \ against her in India and sent her back to England, leading her to believe he would take the same steamer. (NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY) CHAPTER 3. Tiggie looked around the tea table for inspiration, but, failing to discover it, could only repeat with a certain doggedness, "You've got to live." She remained silent, with bent head. Tiggie waited for a space then decided to search for inspiration in another quarter. He took out his cigaret case. "Will you have one?" He held it out to her. "No, thank you," she said, in her breathless automatic voice. "Do you mind if I do?" said Tiggie. "Of course not. Please do!" Ha lighted a cigaret accordingly, and tried to review the situation from a more comprehensive angle. But the thing defeated him. He did not know what to .do or say. Here was Oils girl left helpless and alone, deserted by her husband and too timfiT "to"" contemplate -demanding compensation, utterly friendless apparently, and only himself aware of her plight! It was outrageous, it Â·was monstrous---completely outside his experience. But somehow it had fallen to him. By some unwarrantable trick of fate he had been chosen to tackle this extraordinary problem, and he felt singularly unfitted for the job. ...... He could of course repudiate it. Any man with a grain of common sense would do so. It was not his job. Emphatically it was not his job to befriend this poor little castaway whom sheer accident had flung across his path. Even now he was wholly at liberty to rise with a few conventional words and stroll up on deck leaving her to her own devices, and to treat her thereafter as a mere casual acquaintance regarding whose personal welfare he knew nothing and cared less. Nor would he be in any way to blame if he followed such a course. 'Any man would do it under the circumstances. Any man who wasn't a complete, dunderheaded idiot! Any man, in short, who wasn't fashioned on the extremely blunt and foolishly simple lines of Tiggie Turner! Why did he sit on there rather sullenly smoking? How often he wondered afterwards! Why didn't he grab his common sense while a few shreds of it yet remained, and get up and leave her? He who had always hitherto avoided 1 all entanglements by sheer practical determination to pursue a straight, and even course, turning neither to the right hand nor to the left, why did he linger now--when she made no effort to detain him--did not so much as look at him--did not even seem aware of his presence? Why indeed! Even then he won, dered, sitting smoking his cigaret in the long empty dining-saloon, while she sat facing him as one in a dream, her eyes downcast, her whole being wrapt as it were in an atmosphere of tragedy. Did she care --he found himself asking the question--did she really care for the brute who had deserted her thus? Or was it only the desolation that she felt--the emptiness, the friendliness, of the great open world in which she was so suddenly left alone? He leaned back in his chair and covertly he watched her. But she did not notice his scrutiny. She was as one who had become completely obvious of all outer things--as one who waited, but without expecta- tion. Abruptly he spoke again. His cig- aret was practically finished, but inspiration had not come. "You must have friends of some sort--somewhere," he said. "Where did you live--before you married?" She looked up at him, startled. "I used to live with an aunt in Somerset, till she died, and then I went to a stepbrother in London. It was there I met Mr. Norman. I was trying to get work." "But you married him instead?" suggested Tiggie. She bent her head. "Yes." Tiggie considered for a few moments. It seemed to him that she did not wish to be questioned any further in the matter, but he could not leave it there. "What about this brother of yours?" he asked bluntly. "Can't you go to him?" She shook her head with decision. "No, not possibly. He is only my stepbrother--no relation at all. I had left him--before I married." Tiggie digested this also before he spoke again. He was beginning to trace the atmosphere of dull despair that seemed to envelop her to its source. "And is there no one else?" he asked at last. "Really no one else you could turn to?" "No." Her tone was low, but quite final. "You see, it all happened three years ago. I was 19. People forget all about one in three years. "Are you sure of that?" persisted Tiggie. "Can't you think of anyone?" There was more urgency about him than there was about her. She had apparently accepted her fate with resignation. And now, as he sought to rouse her, she lifted those eyes of misty blue and looked at him. "Oh, please don't bother about me!" she said gently. "It wouldn't be fair. I'm going back to my cabin now. Thank you. for giving me tea." She got up with the words, faintly smiling at him: and Tiggie, springing to his feet, had an impression of something vaguely disturbing behind her quietness--something he could not grasp. "You'll--let me see you again?" he said rather confusedly, as he pulled his chair out of her path. A shadow of surprise crossed her pale face. "Oh yes," she said. "Yes --I expect so." And then she would have passed him, but something--what was it? --in the name of wonder, what was it?--moved Tiggie, the phlegmatic product of a strictly unimaginative upbringing, to put out a detaining hand. "Look here!" he said. "Look here! Don't go and do anything silly! I mean--let me have another talk with you--first! I may be able to think of something to help you. Anyhow, I'll try." She stopped, and into her face there came a look that went straight to Tiggie's kind heart. It was such to look as a dog, lost and outcast, might have lifted to one who had given it a friendly word. "Thank you very much," she said. "But I don't know why you should. You have your own affairs to think of. Everybody has." Tiggie smiled at her, more to hide his feelings than to express them. "Well, rm thinking about yours for the present," he said. "And if you have no objection, I shall go on doing so for a bit." And then he stood aside to let her go, for he saw John Rutherford in the distance--the doctor popularly known as Spot--and he knew the sort of badinage that would emanate from that quarter if he made himself conspicuous with a lonely female at this stage. "Don't tell anyone!" she breathed as she passed him. "Good gracious, no!" said Tiggie, NEED MONEY? PINE WILL LOAN YOU On furniture, autos, personal property or anything of value to persons who have steady employment. LOANS UP TO SSOO Pay back in monthly installments. LOAXS MADE SAME DAY OF APPLICATION C. L. 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Central Prets Ais'n. By Paul Robinson Acd with that she was gone with a wraith-like suddenness, as a wisp of cloud driven by the storm. Tiggie was left standing wondering if he had had a dream, half-hoping with returning common sense that he had. "And who is the attractive damsel with whom you have been tete-a- teting all this time?" inquired Scot as he and Tiggie sat down in a cor- uer of the smoking room. Tiggie was ready with his reply. He knew Spot. "Oh, that's Mrs. Norman. She's going home for her health. I've undertaken to keep a fatherly eye on her." The doctor grunted. "She looks the sort that'll need it. She'll lead you a pretty dance, my boy. I know that type." "P'raps you'd like to take on the job,' suggested Tiggie. Rutherford chuckled. "Not much I wouldn't! No--no! I'm not trespassing on your preserves. She's got a pretty pair of eyes for such a baby. Don't let 'em pierce your defenses, anyhow!" "You always were an ass, weren't you?" said Tiggie patientlj-. He was fond of Spot. They had shot together, and knew the exact worth of each other's abilities. As a matter of fact Tiggie was a good deal the better sportsman of the two, though he was at great pains to conceal it even from himself. He had a truly English horror of accepting credit for his own achievements in respect of which he was far more inclined to apologize than to boast. But Spot knew him at his true value, and as a consequence they were friends. "You're not nearly so last time I saw you." was his comment now as he changed the subject. "I suppose that's enteric, is it?" "Yes, that's enteric," said Tiggie cheerily. "No matter! It's earned me six months' leave, so I can't grumble." "You must have been pretty bad," said Spot, surveying him. "I was--nearly pegged out," said Tiggie. "But I shall fill out again during the voyage. I always get fat on sea air." "It's your beastly contented mind that does it," said Spot. "I've always thought so. If you'd only fall in love now and then, you'd keep as thin as a herring." "Oh, thanks!" said Tiggie. "I don't like that remedy--prefer the disease. Where's Mrs. Spot?" "Oh, she's somewhere about-looking after the kids, I expect. Pretty handful they are too--always excepting the eldest. She's a little saint--always was." Spot tried somewhat obviously and with poor success to keep the note of doting fatherhood out of his voice. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Real Estate Transfers Ridgeway, Joy, treasurer, to D. R. Pedelty, $80.78, lot 6. Beacom's addition. Mason City. Feb. 6, 1934. Andrew, L. A. and E. W. Clark, commissioner of insurance of the State of Iowa, ancillary receivers of the Royal Union Life Insurance company to the Lincoln National Life Ins. Co., SI NÂ»s. NW and N',Â» SVi NW 3-94-22 1-20-34. Andrew L. A. and E. W. 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