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Mason City, Iowa
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Thursday, March 8, 1934
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THURSDAY, MARCH 8, 1934 MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE I THE OLD HOME TOWN By STANLEY ( N O W , | CAN KEBP IN* I TOWN DOOS VJHHiN W.UKIS SLACK .MOYEO OVE« To ST/M*NAT/L»S MIS HUNT/W KttuMitf to Xn(lmn4 tmn India, flnil pretty Viol* Komiu on lUpbmrd, denoted 1J Da »»jban« «»id Mradim. After n»trittn( kcr attempt t nlelde, be leami he l to become a mother. Tamer Introduces her to Mends of hl« on board. Spot Kothtr- lord, hl wife aM their font eHIUren. A§ tbcy atar (be Bed Sen the beat beeomei totem*. Joyce, me of the Kitherford ehll- 4ttn, beeomew critically 1U and Ttfgte fhids Viola nvnlnc her. (NOW GO ON WITH THE STOBI) CHAPTER 9 IT WAS AS though Joyce called to Tiggie for hejp out of the deep Valley of the Shadow, and though her eyes closed again immediately «nd she became unconscious of him, Tiggle could stand Inaction no longer. "I'm going to carry her up," he ·aid. "You bring blankets and things--and tell Spot!" He stood as he spoke, and slipped hl» arms under the child. Her head fell hack as he raised her. "Ah, look!" Viola said. He sat down sharply on the edge of the berth; they held the little body between them. "She's gone!" aaid Tiggie, glaring downwards. "No--no, she isn't! Keep still!" It waa a new voice that suddenly ·poke to him. Viola was on her knees in front of him, cradling the lair head on her. arm. "Keep still!" ·he *aid again. "It's only a faint. ··There's brandy on the shelf behind me--a ·matt flask! Can you reach it? Don't move more than you need!" Tiggie obeyed, the quick, contained voice of authority influencing him in spite of hi» own conviction that the child was dead. She took the flask from him and Tyith deft movements opened it. "Keep her Just as she is. I can manage. There! Just one little drop-my darling! Can you awallow it? Try--oh, try!" Her worda thrilled with a passion cf entreaty, and to Tiggie, watching, It wag as though the spirit paused on the very verge of departure and looked back in answer to the call. "Try!" Viola urged again very ·arnestly. "Do try--little sweetheart! If you can only swallow just this tiny drop for my sake! There! I knew you could--I knew it!" It seemed to Tiggie that the brandy she had tried to administer was only trickling out again at the comer of the half-open mouth, but the deep triumph of her words told him otherwise; and in few moments he saw a faint quiver pass over the little pinched features, while a small, gasping sigh came to him. "She is--coming back," Viola ·aid. He continued to Bit motionless, ·pellboiffld, hardly believing, while Bhe coaxed the child with tender words and managed to insert another drain of the brandy through the parted lips. Her own face as she did it was drawn in lines of almost fierce endurance. The whole force of her being was concentrated upon the dread emergency of the moment He could See that, while he sat passively ·upporting the poor little inert body on his knees, she was making a gigantic personal effort, the' accomplishment of which involved her utmost strength. It was as though, kneeling there, she poured out all her own vitality to renew that which in Joyce had ebbed so low. And not only by physical means did she fight that tremendous battle to bring back the dying powers, but by the exercise of a supreme mental energy which to Tiggie's simple mind was completely incomprehensible. Looking back later it seemed to him that he had looked upon something that was very near to a miracle though he could not have described it even to himself, and what happened that night was to stand out in his memory for the rest of hs life. How long the tremendous battle lasted he never knew, but when Viola lifted her head at last he saw that she had spent the last ounce of her strength. Her face was ghastly, and she sank back against the wall with a gesture of impotence. But the child in his arms was breathing. The ebbing tide had turned. Spot, coming; in softly a few minutes later, found him still sitting there on the edge of the berth as if dazed, while Viola crouched half- fainting on the floor. "How like you!" he muttered into Tiggie's ear as he bent over Joyce. "She's better. What have you done to her?" "I--haven't!" protested Tiggie in a whisper. Spot lifted his burden from him. "I can look after her for a spell now. She'll probably sleep for a long time. Tou see after Mrs. Norman! Take her up on deck for a breath of air!" Tiggie turned to Viola. She had moved at Spot's entrance and dragged herself on to a seat under the porthole. Her head rested against the wall and her eyes were closed She looked utterly exhausted. "Give her some water!" said Spot, still occupied with his child. "It's the heat." Tiggie seized a glass, and, spying the brandy-flask, poured in some brandy as well as water. He bent over her with it, then as she made no movement held it himself to her lips. "Drink some of this! It'll do you good," he said. She drank submissively, and he watched her with relief. "Just--the heat!" she murmured apologetically. "I know. I'm going to take you up on deck,'' said Tiggie. "Finish this first!" "Oh, I don't think I can walk," she aaid weakly. "Yes, you can. Til help you." It was Tiggie's turn to take command. "Drink the rest of that and you'll be all right!" She obeyed him with a slight shudder. "Get her out of it!" said Spot "There are too many of us in here." "Come along!" said Tiggie. He stopped and put his arm about the slender, drooping figure. She yielded to his insistence as though all power to do otherwise had forsaken her. And Tiggie, marveling at himself, half-led and half-carried her from the scene. As they ascended the companionway she stumbled and he promptly lifted her and bore her to the top, setting her on her feet as they reached the deck. A faint, faint breath of air crept through the darkness from the Arabian desert. The awful night was passing--a night that was forever etched in hard black and white upon Tiggie's brain. As yet he did not know what thia new experience had done to him. He only knew that It had somehow made an enormous difference in his life. Still supporting her, he went forward till they stood at the rail gazing out into the 'blank around them. Two or three other passengers, driven up by the heat, were moving to and fro. But they might have been ghosts in the dimness. No one spoke. And there came again to Tiggie that curious sense of isolation, as if they too had been cast up from the depths to find their course unaided upon an uncharted sea. He kept his arm about his companion, conscious of her need of support and vaguely wondering what his status would be when the need existed no longer. It seemed to him that they could never be strangers NEED MONEY? PINE WILL LOAN YOU On furniture, antos, personal property or anything of value to persons who have steady employment. LOANS DP TO SSOO Fay back In monthly Installments. LOANS MADE SAME DAT OF APPLICATION C. L. Pine Loan Company Of Mason City Second Floor Weir Bldg. Phone 234 THEY T \kXBER-i OF A VNOOD M TH11 COUMT(?Y. FINEST VJOOO KfJCWJ OF S IT'S POSSIBLE Tf\« TW.OC.K M^V H»MB RECOVERED'. TLV.SET ·-WITH GOERCH ! MC-Xw KUON MOHEttR. t C*» -5OAE ·SCOOlOORBX. -STOLE THE TRUCK \JOOOO \^ ((OX)AX.OAet-E TO «-A«3RreR-S. vP \WTERESTllOG ft-tlOG 1 . CARV. GOERCH \MRmu. IM fME ' STATE' t--r 1 MU-ST TRY TO«."VW*« ^Y ALU- i£~ -- ^ewsk-- -- ~7 Interesting if True ByLes Forgrave opyrlglit, 133-1. by Central Press Association. Inc. 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A lemon tinge that was swiftly deepening to orange outlined the low hills behind them. They began to see the heave and fall of the waters around as they drew away from the shore. "Feeling better now?" said Tiggie, as he might have addressed a child. Her head lay against his shoulder. "I'm very, very tired," she said. "You want sleep," said Tiggie. "Yes," she agreed passively. "I want sleep." · The light deepened. Behind the hills of Arabia a glory was growing, like a sword splitting a curtain. The dawn was close at hand. Tiggie looked down at the pale face against his arm, and again its spirituality smote him with a sense of unreality. He felt as though he looked upon a picture of a purity so exquisite that it appealed to the esthetic senses alone. Her loveliness was the elusive loveliness of a dream. The light grew like a kindled furnace behind them. In front, island after island sprang into being as though a magic pencil hastily sketched them in, while the long shores receded into the background. Tiggie spoke again, his voice no more than a whisper. "Shall I carry you down again to rest?" She roused herself with an effort. "No--no, I'll go alone. I'd rather." She drew away from him as though realizing his proximity for the first time. In the pure still light of the early morning he saw a faint flush overspread her face. "Thank you-for all you've done for me," she said, and he had a momentary glimpse of those mist-blue eyes of hers ere the black lashes veiled them again. "I couldn't have gone on--alone." "Are you going?" said Tiggie gently. "Shall I come with you as far as the saloon?" "No, thank you," she said. "No, thank you. I can manage all right now." She was gone. The place at his side was empty. Turning to watch her, the level, new-risen sun smote him between the eyes, and he drew back blinded. He groped his way forward along the deck, feeling as if the pitiless glare had pierced his soul. She had nestled against his breast, like a dove seeking sanctuary. And now she was gone. He was alone with his thoughts. But they too were reeling, dazzled in the light of revelation. He could not face them or attempt to set them in order. All he knew was that she was gone, and he wanted her---with all his soul he wanted her--back by his side. (TO BE CONTINUED) Real Estate Transfers Barragy, Terrance J. wf. to Bridget Barragy $1.00 NW 7; also B% SW 6 all in 94-19. Feb. 17, 1934. Rugglcs, Jessie hus., to Katherine Ruggles $1.00 QCD L 344 Midland Heights Add. M. C. 2-19-34. Andrew, L. A., receiver Cerro Gordo State bank to Andrew Peterson $12,800 NW 32-96-21. Feb. 10, 1933. Drew, Arthur E. and wife, to Helen W. Wheeler, $1. Lot 358 Midland heights addition, Mason City. July 11, 1932. XT. S. A., to Horace L. Weiser SW 9-96-22 April 1, 1859. Tageson, H. E. and wife, to William Garfin, 51. West 44 feet lot 2 block 4, Parker's Fifth addition, Mason City. Feb. 21, 1934. Robertson, J. M.,, sheriff, to Emilie Kossack, $3,427.78. Lot 3 in subdivision of lot 5 in subdivision of NW 3-96-20. March 2, 1934. Parsons, C. H., et al, to Jean Koerber, $25. L. W. D. lot 13, block 3, Fairview addition, Mason City. Dec. 13, 1933. DEAR MO/\H= WOULD A STOVE STOP )Ts HABIT OF-SMOKING* IF HID ITS DEAS? MOAH-=-IFA POKER PtAYEft HAS A *DEDCfi IN THE HOU5'; is IT A CARD T NWri_l_l AMS, MINN . DEjAfe NOAH = WHEN THE FIRE SPITS, DOES IT PUT OUT THE Pl_AMET DONAL HASKSH., i-AKE 1-1ND£N. M I C H -- BRICK BRADFORD IN THE CITY BENEATH THE SEA By William Ritt and Clarence Graj AS BRICK AMD MN4CO JOURMEY TO THE PALACE. OF THE KING, THE PRIMCE TELLS BRICK THE LEGEWD OF THE CREATION OF AMARUS CRYSTAL CAVERN, IN THE BEG1NMIMG LIVED THEGI2EAT IM ITS GREAT COILS. EM CAME THE SUM , DRIVING .,._ SERPENT INTO THE VOID WITK BREATH OP RRE ME PIN6ERSOF ELAM£. ^i 1 "^ fc^ ^^^^^^.^ Copi-nght. 1S3. fry Onu»l Frew AM; BEUEATH THE SUM'S WARM SMILE. THE OWCE. COLD WORLD BLOOMED AMP MAN - THE: FIRST I MCA, PlRUA PACCARI MAMCO-WAS SORM. 1 BUT.IM A CRYSTAL OWERN, THIS VERY ONE., ALSO WA.S BORM THE SERPENT'S SOU, AMARU, ENEMY OF NAAM .'*

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