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Mason City, Iowa
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Tuesday, March 13, 1934
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TUESDAY, MARCH 13, 1934 MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE THE OLD HOME TOWN By STANLEY IROM DEER IN THE YARD OF HOL.DEN TITUS CAME OUT UNSCATHED IN A 8ATT1.E VJITH A (SCAT OWNED BY THE NEW FAMILY WHO feECEN-rer MOVED IN TVJO oooies BEAD THIS FIKST: Captain Tlfgle Turner, returning to En»- Imnd from India, finds pretty Viola Norman on flhlpboaril, deserted by her husband and friendless. After frustrating: her attempt at suicide; he learns she Is to become a mother. Turner Introduce* her to friends of his on board, Spot Rutherford, his wife and their four children. AB they near the Red sea the heat becomes Intense. Joyce, one of the Rutherford children, becomes critically 111 and TlEgie finds Viola nursing her. The child nearly dies, bnt viola's presence seems to help her recover. Meanwhile TiRgie finds himself falling In love with Viola. Turner sets less and less of Viola and the Rnther- fords and finally becomes ansry at Viola's Indifference toward him. Viola tells TlitKie she has arranged to stop with the Buther- fords when they reach England. They no on deck for a further talk about her future. Viola reluctantly ajrces to accept Tlsgle's financial aid on the promise he will let her repay him. Then suddenly a wave strikes the boat and plunges her Into his arms. In * hurst of passion he kisses her. (NOW OO ON WITH THE STOBI) CHAPTER 13. If the fires -of bitter remorse and unsatisfied longing are indeed the main characteristics of that place of torment which most men tersely dub "hell"; then Tiggie'a spirit occupied a specially heated compartment therein throughout the remaining hours of that storm-tossed night. That sudden gleam of moonlight had as it were revealed to him himself, and ere It passed he had mastered the madness that had overwhelmed him. He had muttered something quite inarticulate which might have been in the nature of an apology, and had released the slight figure which he had so summarily seized. She had turned from him in » species of nervous tremor, whether of anger or distress he had not paused to investigate. "Let's get below before another ·wave hits us!" had been his pretext. And they had gone below, she so shrouded in -the high collar of Spot's coat that even in the comparative calm of the saloon he had gained but the vaguest glimpse of her face. She had flitted from him imrnsdi- ately, and he had gone straight to hiS own cabin to plunge headlong into the aforesaid hell of self-reproach and despair. For he knew now what had happened to him--the cause of the restless fever which had consumed him for so long. He faced that which in his innate simplicity he had hitherto refused to face, and he knew that this fire which burned within him, urging him to impetuous actions which seemed foreign to his whole nature, had been kindled by neither compassion nor a sense of duty, but strangely and amazingly at the red flame of love. That he should have fallen into this dilemma was for a time an astounding fact which occupied him to the exclusion of all besides. Was it through some foolish physical weakness that he had been thus entrapped? By what possible means had his guard been thrust aside--he who had passed practically unscathed almost without conscious effort up till now? True, that previous affair had gone hard with him for a time, but it was ove r--well over, and he had never thought to fall a victim again. But--something clamored within him at this point--this was different, this was different. That former love of his was a calm and colorless thing compared to this. This was a fierce flame coursing through his whole being and utterly beyond his control. It had begun in flame, he remembered, recalling those first inarticulate moments when he had realized her plight. It had sprung into being and thriven in that fiery indignation of his, and now for the third time he had held her in his arms, it had burst al bounds at last. He loved her--that scrap of a girl who had drifted to him out of the void, a shipwrecked castaway, anc had taken refuge for a space on his raft. And though his love were madness there was no stifling it now. He loved her, and nothing could ever change that staggering and indomitable fact. It was futile to ask of himself how it had come about--as : utile as to seek the origin of the ·empest that tossed them. He loved her, and now that he knew it he faced it with characteristic directness. Perhaps he had been a fool not to know it before, but he was not such a fool as to attempt'to deny it now. The fever still burned within him with a deep, almost intolerable, intensity, and he told himself many timss through that wim night that he had never known the true meaning of love before. Slowly the long hours passed. From time to time it seemed to him that the storm was increasing, but he took small note of it. His state of mind was completely abnormal, and if the ship had suddenly split into fragments and scattered her freight to the hungry waves he would scarcely have known any consternation. While most of the passengers cowered half-dressed and trembling in their berths he sat in frowning preoccupation, marveling at the power that drove him. When the morning broke bleak and gray he was still sitting so; but out of the chaos of his soul had emerged one resolution like a beacon shining over the waste. Whateve this thing might contain for him, i should hold nothing but good foi her. Though he might never quench the flame within himself, he would keep it under for her sake, screen ing it behind a hedge of friendship which she should never again pene trate. He would serve her, somehow he would serve her, though his very heart broke in her service. And sh should never know how great was the sacrifice he offered. He woulc keep faith with her and with al that was best in himself. So h swore as he looked out upon thi dawn of a new day. There were a good many empt; places in the saloon when he wen to breakfast, and hers was one o them. Spot appeared before he lef with the news that most of the fam Uy were prostrate, and Helen ani Viola had their hands full; and Tig gie, realizing that there was noth ing to be gained by waiting, wen up to have a look at the weather But he found nothing but a blur o driving rain, and speedily returnei to the lower regions. In the smoking-saloon a few in dignaut, white-faced passenger gave him greeting but he did not lin ger among them. There was tha within him which desperately re fused to endure the proximity of hi fellow-creatures just then. He wen grimly back to his cabin. Here for a space he lapsed again into the old scorching turmoil o distress and despair; but eventually growing calmer, he began to seek a way out. After all, everything wa ,not lost because he had snatched a kiss in the dark from a girl with whom he was at least on terms o intimacy. He had done it before without regrets or consequences and there was no obvious reason that he should regard this as a dire offense. True, she was married. Tru also, she had trusted him as a friend and his impulsive action had been completely at variance with the rol he had intended to play. He had abused her confidence, and sham consumed him at the thought. But-it was possible--it was just possibl that she might take a more lenien view of the matter. In the confu sion of the moment the madnes that had mastered him migh scarcely have penetrated her con sciousness. If it had not, he migh yet, with luck and diplomacy, sav the situation, and even persuade he still to regard his storm-driven raf as a place of refuge. In any case, it was worthwhil attempting to bluff, he told himself It might make all the difference t NEED MONEY; PINE WILL LOAN YOU On furniture, autos, personal property or anything of value to persons who have steady employment LOANS UP TO S300 ,,... ,, Pay back In monthly installments. LOANS MADE SAME DAY OF APPLICATION C. L. Pine Loan Company Of Slason City Second Floor Woir Bldg. Phone 224 VF THAT'S THE CASE ESSiR THAT'S THE. STUFF. T tOPEO To FlrJQ »T'S UKE OOlOTRY. AND VF Tr4E YES.Ht'SCOMlWG THAT. MUST 9E. TrlE MAN josTseeMsEE! THE voooo AWO PAVO w\e NNV\rXTI 1V4OOGUT VT ·*! A.S ^ ^ RIGHT. ·SEE! HE.'* DO IS SATISFACTORY XL. TAKE TUE UOT. He. TdiJCHeo t«W - Pi UTTLE trXetf*. MrV5TiS«S rYJKAHfa TTKTlON HOMrSHE. 3OCieTV HOUR.-- tbUS, 9e KINO To VoOR. vO\U- High Pressure Pete v_ WORK, ·\IL\_ TrteS 'PAbP rott VoO- 5o '-/OO IN TOWH -5rtOOLO ~?J "to cvvsvtS- U\*re_ UTTLS. - E.TC-E iFF~5MFf ---- W«.T-«, E.T Going a Little Too Far \S\-OSTECMMTHE HER.CW/MjVMlU- AMSTelt? .vowdW THOSE s ftOKJMU T ! SOMK IS \W20MG! ! HOW IS ·7 0? COURSE GEE, iw soenv ACC.O.EUT. Frank Merriwell at Yale Friend or Foe? Burl L. Standish PUUISHED Mnx set To Be Explicit Copyright. 1934. by Central Press A DISTANT RELATNE VWOWAS A MULTIMILLIONAIRE? HAS LEFT MISS ETTA HIS ENHPE TrtATsFUNWI-HE WAS HER. UUCI. HEIRESS-SUES RICH." WHERE IS SHE ? YMoopee/ ISN'T HOME --AhNfHINS I CAN lU-GEf-frteNOUMG PUP is our .TO Get Rich Quick By Paul Robinson them both. And so eventually after hours of anxious thought he evolved a plan, of which the immediate outcome was a note over the composition of which he set his teeth. My dear Mrs. Norman (it ran), I am a bit aeedy today after this terrific buffeting and am keeping to my cabin. I hope you are none the worse for our adventure on deck yesterday evening. I blame myself for having so thoughtlessly exposed you to the rude elements, and I shall be deeply grateful if you can send me your forgiveness for having done so. Stress of circumstances sometimes makes one forgetful, and that is my only excuse. But it will not happen again if you will be gracious enough to condone the offense this time. Yours ever. TIGGIE. It was the most difficult note he had ever written; but having written it, he lost no further time, but dispatched it forthwith by a steward. Then he turned into his bunk and settled down to wait The storm was passing, and the ship was ploughing her way over the long rollers with more stability. He lay listening to the heavy, regular splash of them against her sides, and wondering, wondering, how that note of his was being received. Would she read it--as he /meant her to read it--and think of him as the mere social butterfly flitting from flower to flower? The idea seemed ridiculous, yet that was the impression he had tried to convey. To get back to terms of friendship, he must somehow create in h«r the notion that what had occurred was of an absolutely transient nature--a mere ebullition of spirits such as might have been displayed by a lad of 20. She must not be allowed to take it seriously, whatever happened. Better that she should think him an absolute cad than that! So he assured himself as he lay there waiting, feeling oddly like a prisoner awaiting sentence. It might be that she would not take the trouble to answer him. She might possibly regard the matter as too trivial. Or again, she might be too deeply offended to allow herself to be appeased by so airy an apology. Yet he did not think that this would happen. Distressed she might be, but he did not think she would be angry. There was something too gentle, too dove-like, in her nature for that. No, she would not be angry. But she might be afraid. He ground his teeth on that possibility. She might well be afraid ever to trust him again. On the strength of this she might refuse the help that he had but just succeeded in inducing her to accept, and if she did he had no remedy. He had sacrificed all the rights of friendship in that one moment of madness, and it was no longer in his power to hold her to them. Only by an appeal to mercy could he then hope for any renewal of her confidence, and even that might fail if she were as badly scared as his knowledge of her led him to imagine she might be. Never in his life before had Tiggie been so tortured by possibilities as on that dreary day, with the gray sea rising and falling beyond the porthole and the driving rain blurring the glass. By the arrival of tea-time he felt n« if years had passed over him. In response to his order a steward brought him tea, and on the tray he found a note addressed to himself in a neat, girlish hand. His heart gave an unaccustomed jerk at the sight. So she had answered him! As he opened the envelope his aands trembled. Was It forgiveness or condemnation on which his eyes would light? Had she sensed the sitter remorse underlying the levity of his apology? Or had she decided :o leave'the shelter of his raft and take her chance alone In the gray waste around? (TO BE CONTINUED) History never is complete. "Alexander the Great" doesn't make sense. Great what?--Lincoln Star. /(OAH NUMSKUU. HECK DEAE. MOAH»IF A BANDIT SHOT OF* THE BANKERS MOUSTACHE.. WOUt-D YOli CALL. THAT A GLOSS SttAVC? tos-r ITS PAVJ WOUL.O IT STll-l-HAME ITS Fofi«E-tAWS : A.Y, FESMOMT, OHIO, OEMS. NOAH' 0 ON A QUIET" You EV»ft THE MRS O.O.SIMS, SBNP IN NUMB MDT)r«S BRICK BRADFORD By William Ritt and Clarence Gray, THE CEAL TREASURES OF PERU-WHICH THE SPANIARDS FAILED TO PIND-AOE BEHIND THESE COOKS.' Co'imlltt. »3. IT C«r»l Pr.n AnocltllM. '"· GOOD GRIEF; ALL GOLD a MY FGIEMO THIS 15 BUT ONE MANY ROOMS

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