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THURSDAY, DECEMBER 14, 1933 MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE THE LOVE WAGER By EDNA ROBB WEBSTER CHAPTER 39. Marlon seized at the count's por- teotious words with greedy delight. "Being a gentleman, you could hardly do that. But you may tell me. Perhaps I could use the Information myself, in fact, there ttre several things she haa done, for which I could use a Dice little revenge," she confided. He regarded her shrewdly, and eaid, as if speaking to himself, "Ah, and what a complete revenge that would be!" "You'll tell me?" coaxed Marlon. He laughed down at her, indulgently. "You women! You .take each other so much more seriously than men do--your affections and hates and jealousies. But no, I am too much the gentleman to speak against one woman to another. Please do not ask me." Marion pouted. "I thought--I wua not Just--another woman, to you." He looked down at her for a long moment, then suddenly drew her close. "You are not, my. precious one. You are the one woman in the world who could make me very happy. Will you do that?" At last, thought Marion, the moment has arrived for which I have been striving ever since I have had men'a attentions. And what a man I have landed, after all. She relaxed in Us arms and lifted her face to hia, demurely. "I'd like very much to make you happy." Instantly, he was so ardently possessive that even sophisticated Marion was a little surprised and frightened. But she reflected that all men with Latin temperaments displayed violent passions in everything they did. She would have to accept this man's emotions, along with his title and his estates, she supposed. At least, until the last two were definitely hers. She might temper the emotions after that. But while she listened to his murmured endearments and submitted to his violent caresses, which were less thrilling than the promise of the future which they ordained, there lurked In the back of her mind his words concerning Lizettn, Somehow, she must persuade him to confide his secret, and soon. Her own capture of Count Carlos Di- avini was not enough triumph over Lizetta. She wanted revenge, also, when it was so easily hers for a little scheming. But she could not Insist further, just now, when he was so absorbed In himself and her. A little more time. * * a When the stunts were finished, »s!iie party had divided Into smaller groups and couples who sought obscure places where they would have no intrusion. The other members on Tboard settled in the main salon lor bridge, three of the fellows who were without girls adjourned to one of the cabins for poker, and the floating palace of hilarity subsided Into comparative silence. Lizetta and Stuart had retreated to the small private deck of the master suite of rooms which she occupied with Patricia, who was elsewhere on the boat with Terrance. Intuition haQ told her that Lizetta would want to entertain Stuart in her rooms after what had occurred that evening. She was delighted with their happiness and Lizetta's ·victory, so that her own pleasure in being alone with Terranco was greatly intensified. "Well, it's done, sweetheart!" Stuart reminded Lizetta, when they were sitting, his cheek next to hers, with the balmy salt air blowing against their faces. A full moon shimmered across the water, gazing down upon them with a benign round face, like a jovial saint. "Everyone will soon know that I love you more than any other girl in the world. I can't wait for the world to know that, and to make the final proof by marrying you. How did you like the announcement?" "It was sweet, darling, and very clever. I never should have thought of it. You are so wonderful!" "Ho! I doubt that very much, taut it's okay with me if you want to think so, honey. In fact, I hope you never are disillusioned," lie laughed. "How could I be, when you grow more wonderful with every day I know you? But that isn't all. I love you so very much. Stuart dear, that nothing could make you seem any different to me." "That's a lot of love to accept," he said tenderly, "but I'll try to be worthy of it." "Oh, you are, my dear. You need not try to be anything for me. I love you Just as you are, and I want you to stay that way." He slg-hed. "If only you had agreed to my plans this afternoon, and we were married now!" "But we shall be, soon." "How soon," he insisted, holding her so close that it was difficult for her to breathe. "I had planned to go to New York next month. Soon after that, if you wish." "But why wait until you have gone to New York?" "Oh, I must do a lot of shopping if we are going on a honeymoon cruise, and there are some business affairs to settle. By that time, I shall have had mother's consent, and there will be nothing more to delay us." "I don't like delays of any kind," he Insisted. "I. still don't see why you couldn't do the shopping and honeymoon, instead of before." She laughed softly, amused at hla stubbornness. "Who ever heard of a bride shopping after her honeymoon, Instead of before?" "Oh, women shop all the time. I know a little something about them. I have two sisters and a mother who seem to do little else except buy clothes and go places to display them." His allusion to his immediate family gave her a momentary pang of apprehension. Somehow, her thoughts had been so intent upon attend to the business after our this solitary man and her lovo for him that she had quite forgotten his family existence, of which she naturally would become an important factor. Sue had captured Stuart's love and admiration, but what would his family think about her? These sisters and his mother who did little else except "buy clothes and go places to display them"-what would they think about their handsome Stuart bringing home a wife who, they would have to admit, was a plain girl? His description of them did not/portend her most favorable reception. No doubt, they were beautiful women--who pos- essed a son and brother like Stuart. She dreaded that unavoidable day of their meeting. And yet, why should she? If Stuart loved her, why should she dread anything? It was his approval of her which was supremely Important. And If they loved Stuart, might they not rejoice that he had found his happiness? At any rate, she would not allow this fear to dim her own happiness now. It was too precious to forfeit one moment to imaginary fears. For Stuart wag saying, in gently emphatic tones, "All right, darling, I'll give you just two weeks to get back to New York--that is when I shall have to go back, myself--and two more weeks in which to buy clothes to last you for a good long time. I won't promise when I'll give you time again to think of anything except me. In one month, then, we shall be back on this deck together, and your name will no longer be Boyd. Is that a bargain?" "It is," she laughed, kissing him shyly. It still made her feel queer to realize that the man who had been so remote to her some three weeks before was now hers to love and caress as she desired. It was almost too exquisite to be true. "Stuart." she ventured softly, after a' sweet.-silence, "do you remember what It was you said about me jpn that first evening when you caniii to Tropica Beach--at the dance?' 1 He looked at her with quick surprise. "No! What did I Bay about you?" She laughed softly. "Marion told me that you refused to dance with me because you said I was old and ugly." His breath escaped in a whistling sound. "Why, darling--I never did --" he protested vehemently. "Well, what did you say, then? Anything?" It did not matter now, of course, what he had said, but she had wondered about It often since that day when Marlon's words had challenged her to make her wager about winning Stuart, He laughed shortly. "I remember that evening well enough. Shall I tell you why?" "Yes," she breathed, waiting anx lously. "You may believe it or not, but the mlnuto I saw you, something clicked. I wanted to talk and dance with you right away, but you wouldn't give me a chance. When the others gave me the grand welcome, you stayed away, and it peeved me a little." This admission amused her, and she understood now how her aloofness must have piqued him in the midst of so much adoration. He continued, "When I asked Marion who you were, she told me you wero an old-fashioned girl who wouldn't dance w i t h strangers." His tone was amused. "And what did you say to that?" "Oh, I remember saying something with the usual pleasing flattery, like 'What do I care--when there are so many young and pretty girls here? 1 I suppose she twisted that Into her own words, which were not so flattering to you. It would be like her, I can see that." "Well, what do I care? she asked triumphantly. "Just so'you love me now!" "And how I do!" They lapsed again Into that sweet silence. The little deck was in shadow, but the light from the open doorway behind them cast a rectangle of lamp glow upon the floor; and across that patch of light there suddenly appeared a shadow. At first, the two on the deck were oblivious of anyone near them, but as the shadow loomed larger and shut out the light from within, they looked up simul- IT'S HO USE, BETH «-v^ "NEUI-, "STOP THERE'S NO REOORO ACT/ \)JORRVING - -TUEOTY HAU- CfftH VJHO racier TVA\S . -\ VIE'L.L GET ALJOMG WOOSE V£T TttvvuG TO ^XVSOTWE. SOURCE, ae V^OOQ. TV.U B/XKE. HVM A NICE ATTH.E P\ti .TWAT'UV. W\VA FORGET HE'S OOST ASOOT W.EADV uoyst DOSJJH FOR. THE IT. W'KA. SEE Tj4ERE l DR LEFT ·SOME OLD PAPERS. TOCVCEW OP 1'V.U TA.K.t't^ OP AViO OWV THEM PUT TWEN\ IM A. SAFE What Papers Are These? Copyright, 1933. by Central Press Association. Inc. High Pressure Pete Leave It to Offie George Swan -'S SHOT Goes VMILOj AMD TUlLpUCtC SAILS! THE. SPECTATORS. Frank Merriwell's Schooldays \ Stt-A/ you--You RA.T! VOO TRIE.O TO ) KW\PK KtOOlt-4 OUT, ST1R.UIMG ! An Accident UUC.UE DAUWYS W OFFICE. 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CONTINUED) Tibbits, 7A, Mclntire, Suffers Injuries in Fall McINTIRE, Dec. 13.--John Tibbits, 14, living northeast of Mcln- tire, la suffering severe injuries received in a fall. He Buffered a dizzy spell as lie entered the barn to do evening chores Friday evening, and fell to the cement floor, injuring hia back and leg. /(OAH NUMSKUU, DEAR NOAL\= IF A BEE WAS MELTS By A, BUMBLEBEE How MANV BEES WOULD Be THE BUMBLEBEES NOAH= IF MOST op- OUT WEST HOW CAM THE ( THB t. x OHIO. NP IN YOUR NUMB NOT/ONS PAPSB IH g A g£ By STANLEY") SAY SISTER, HES NOT TIPPIN* HIS HAT TO so FAK us RAISES HIS r/«,i TO c- D ou OFT»- HC JUST NEEDS A HAira CUT, THEN HE CAN UD - HEAD FOR "TWO VMCEKSTHE NEW IRL AT HASTHOUQHT ELMER HICKLB* WAS fUKT/Ktr WITH HET« Class of 142 Confirmed. OSAGE. Dec, 13.--A class of U2 young persons was confirmed at the Sacred Heart church here Sunday morning, and Bishop Francis Backman of Dubuque conducted the service, assisted by six visiting priests. The confirmation service here was followed by one at New Hampton in the afternoon. Simile: Untrue aa a true confession.--Lincoln Star. BRICK BRADFORD IN THE :irr BENEATH THE SKA By William Ritt and Clarence Grajj wo\o/1 STUMBLED INTO THIS CHASM! , 1913. vy C«T.trj| Pleas AnoelAticn. LOOKOUT. MAUCO, BATS .'I;a OMES if JUST E06E MOKS A MISSTEP AND VJE'O PLUMGE INTO THE

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