The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa on March 7, 1934 · Page 11
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The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 11

Mason City, Iowa
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Wednesday, March 7, 1934
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WEDNESDAY, MARCH 7, 1934 THE OLD HOME TOWN By STANLEY BEAD THIS FIKST: Cnptaln TiBlle Turner, rcturnliw to tnis- lanil Jrom India, finds pretty Viola Norman on Bhlpbonrd, deserted by her husband nnd IrlendleM. Alter frustrating her attempt «t suicide, he learns she u to become » mower. Turner Introduces her to friemls at his on board. Spot Enthcrtord, Ills wife and their four children.-As they near the B«d sen the heat becomes Intense. (NOW CO ON WITH THE STOK1) CHAPTER 8. Viola had not spoken to Tiggie, bu t_ P erhaps it was from some indefinable embarrassment, or it may have been in part the reflection of that flawless sunset--there was a delicate glow upon her face which had probably been the origin of Joyce's earnest approval. In color and texture it was like the pale petal of a rose. Tiggie market! it with a species'of unwilling admiration. There was something disconcerting about this dawning beauty of hers. He could see what Joyce meant, though he could not have expressed it more clearly to himself. As they went away together he relighted his pipe and sat ruminating. Half an hour later, as he was going below to dress for dinner, he encountered Mrs. Cathcart, who waylaid him to persuade him to join an ^auction bridge party that night. He, 3had never felt less inclined for that :jorm of amusement, but he had no · valid excuse to offer, so moodily ' consented. "That's splendid," she said, cheer' fully ignoring his obvious reluc- · tance. "We really must try and wake things up a little. People are so apathetic." "P'raps they're too hot to be anything else," suggested Tiggie rue- U "0h, nonsense!" said Mrs. Cath- tart. "We must really put our heads together and sea what we can do. It was a complete surprise to him to find that Viola had been obtained as a fourth player, and when Mrs. Cathcart amiably appropriated her husband for her own partner his boredom vanished and he actually began to enjoy himself. -T'd no idea you were a bridge playe.-," he said to Viola, as they sat waiting to start the game. "I'm afraid I'm not much good, she said. "AH! We've heard that story before " said General Cathcart. "Mary, I doubt if you and I will manage to * hold our own." . His doubt was fulfilled. Tiggie and his nartner carried all before them in a" series of brilliant coups which for Tiggie made the evening's play the most exhilarating he had ever experienced. For the first time in his life Tiggie found himself playing rather by intuition than calculation, and though he ascribed their sweeping success in a large degree to luck, he realized that he gathered a certain inspiration from his partner for which he would have found it difficult to account. They were .Vnply a powerful combination, and if luck were indeed on their side they made the most o£ it unfailingly. "How on earth did you know? he asked her once or twice. And on each occasion she shook her head. "I didn't know. I just chanced it." "She's a thought-reader,-' decid- ' cd old General Cathcart. Tiggie said nothing, but he had an uneasy suspicion that there was something more than banter in the words. When they ceased play she slipped away, leaving them wondering. "You played like a book," said General Cathrart to Tiggie over their last drink. "How on earth did you do it?" . "Haven't an idea," said Tiggie. I never shall again." When he came to breakfast on the following morning he found the two small boys alone. "Where's Spot?" said Tiggie, and then he saw her face which was drawn and anxious and changed it too. "I say, what's the matter? Where's Joyce?" "Joyce is ill," she said. "She is running a temperature. Mrs. Norman has been up with her all night. Jack thinks it is her heart. I must hurry and get back to the baby." "I'll look after this lot," said T i g g i e good-naturedly. "There's nothing to be done, is there, except wipe their mouths when they drink and see they don't stuff 'em too full? I'm awfully sorry about Joyce. But you bet it's the heat. She'll be all right when we once get through to the Mediterranean." Spot came to the breakfast table ere Tiggie left it. He too wore a strained look, but he did not voice his wife's misgivings. He spoke ot "The girl's a positive marvel," he said. "I don't know what it is about her She's mesmeric, I think. Shes sot the child in her own cabin and won't hear of her being moved--refuses to leave her too. And it s really pathetic the way Joyce clings to her I haven't the heart to separate them, though goodness knows how it'll turn out for her." Do you think Joyce is really ill?" "Yes, "l" should let Mrs. Norman help, then as much as she likes," said Ti-eie with an odd flash of intuition "It'll probably do her good. "Well I think she means to whether it does or not," said Spot. He was right. During the whole of that day Viola made no appearance either on deck or in the saloon. Thev reached Aden in the evening and then the inevitable coaling process began which lasted throughout the night. It became known that little Joyce was lying at deaths door and as if instinctively all the first-class passengers moved ^about on tip-toe and spoke in whispers. The heat was terrible, like a burning lid pressed mercilessly down upon the airless world. Only the accumulating coal-dust drove people to their cabins. The din of shouting Lascars an-J unloading cranes continued without cessation throughout the night, but at last in the early hours there came a lull And it was then that the power to endure further went from £..* . T*. ~»rtn, a a if thp bonds or UU WC1 LU tL.tivtu.«.»- *-"·· - ---Tiggie. It was as if the bonds oi his restraint suddenly snapped and suspense became the one intolerable torture left. He got up, pulled on a dressing gown and went out barefooted for news. _ It was like a nightmare pilgnm- a"e through narrow passages leading to a blast furnace. The whole ship seemed to lie in a dark shadow, but he Jtnew his way to cabin 53 and betook himself thither without a pause. But when he reached it, he stopped short as if before an invisible barrier. The door was open and the caDin lighted, and, reflected in a long "·lass on the wall, he saw its occupants--a child lying in the lower berth as if dead, and a slight figure clad in a long white wrapper kneel-.. ing on the floor, watching. Something in the sight went straight through Tiggie like a clean sword-thrust, and found his heart. So still was she, so intent, so pathetic in her vigilance-- her protecting care. As he watched, he saw her take a wet handkerchief from a basin beside her and moisten the lips, cheeks and forehead of the lit- ti e S nent death-like face on the pil- «^ « d no difference. There was tt TM oeof li£e . And as she sank MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE MOWEV vME'ME. BEEM MOVTWOOT if Hfc-S \_EFT N\6 \Njv-fH tUE vOOOO OtO NVy HAiVJOS OUT SEE \MH«T AMYOME MJOOt-O HANE DAD, SOT MO ONE CA.M BUT TVIIIvJK .BETM ACTED UK.E A SANE rv\AKl JOOOUO HAM BOUGHT -WE VlOOD AJOD PAVD A GOOD PRICE i voo, T BEFORE ^«D WEW£ _ / ^H/Xt A COMFORT MOE ARE ,-STlUU PESGltO' ( you ·STOP TAKIMG ·5O HARD Of THE HA.WOUE COST OS. DESERVE TO MA-IE By Les Forgrave Copyruht. 193-. by Central Press Association, Inc High Pressure Pete . TOO PS ?ew -Tb out* C05TP» Sweep Out Padded Cell No. 67-8 { UELt,ttECE5 WUECE NO! USTEN._\'M W l f u e A L L RIGHT, CARS OF i/OO OM THNT J TOM-- CLOTH/N6 0ILL...SO VOU/... BUT-- CM« QUIT US NOW' MERRlWELL WAMTS to . COMIWGTOMIHT. THOSE. ROBES. HE/U. Frank MerriweO at Yale I Feet \ lO\Tt\ THIS ____ 80TI VOUE, STUFF... CWT FML ! Burt L. Standisb AI\D Sl«T£R SAYS *UtCE. UTU.E AH I fiooD AVORMI«.rte.\GHB«S.t tAy, ish-fr IT ? TftIS SoKf OF MO/ -*WES To BE ALIVE.! SEEMS TO BE (M TUrAE AWNKlMD, Muggs McGinnis BREAD « MS. FOB. The Exception! By WJly Bishop . '·Copyright. 1934, by Central Press Awodation, Inc. -THE MAN SAID tf WAST 1 A _ NOTE poie YOU - J He's WAlT/NG DOWM- I STAIRS AMD WAS fHAfeMM -! THAI" PAKE LETTER. PUT ME IN sort iniivt BCM SH NOW-iri WATCH Ml ra BE OK EAVI STRBil OWDD1 OT HACS IS A lii- BE ABOUND rorz. A FEW DWS-- BtMS me GELf KINDA U3NESOME. DANCE lfcNISHf'' BLUE BARGE- HELP WRECK; PLACE .' FOUND our l VMAS DEWING 1"ms WAV - HE INSISIS.O -IHAf I DMCK: IN AND 3AN HELLO , INTPODUCIWG A PAL The Keys to the City UU U S. P«l Off, eopyrtshl. !93. Gtn-.rnl Prwi AM'W. By Paul Robinson NEED MONEY? PINE WILL LOAN YOU On furniture, aiitos, persona) property or anything of value to persons who have steady employment. LOANS UP TO SSOO Pay bach In monthly Installments. LOANS MADE SAME DAY OF APPLICATION C. L. Pine Loan Company OI Mnson City Phono 224 forward, and in a second swiftly she turned her head and saw him. Her eyes flashed swift recognition and welcome. It was like the sudden lighting of a flare in a dark place, and in response to that look he entered, as though at a definite invitation. Somehow he knew without being told that he was wanted. Somehow he knew that she too was nearing the end of her strength. A fan was lying on the edge of the berth. He picked it up and began to fan the small unconscious figure. Viola spoke in her usual quiet, rather monotonous voice. "Dr. Rutherford says there is nothing to be done. He had to go back to the children. Mrs. Rutherford is up with the baby. If we can keep her through the night, there may be a chance." "We must! We will!" said Tiggie. "I have been saying that all night long," said Viola. "Can't we get her up on deck?' asked Tiggie at last. "They've stopped that blasted coaling." "Oh, if we only could!" murmured Viola. "Well, why not?" said Tiggie. "The heat down here is enough to kill anybody." As if in response to his words, Joyce's eyes quivered and opened, gazing up at him. Her white lips moved. "Uncle Tiggie!" she whispered; and attain, with failing strength, "Oh--Uncle--Tiggie!" (TO BE CONTINUED.) A plum tree "'hicb bore a crop last fall in the yard of an Oakland Cal., resident came forth with a new crop which ripened in January o" this vear. THE TUTTS By YOUNG BRICK BRADFORD IN THE CITY BE.-.KATH THE SEA By William Ritt and Clarence Gras; TRIBES GA1HEC FOR. WAR, MAMCO, AS WAS PREARRANGED, COMES TO THE HOUSE OF TO TAKE BRICK AWAY. PAD 15 'BREAKiMfr- HOW DID PEOPLE EVER DlSCOMER THIS GREAT CRYSTAL CAVERN ' Qf6,CHlEF,

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