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Mason City, Iowa
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Wednesday, March 14, 1934
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r" WEDNESDAY, MARCH 14, 1934 MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE THE OLD HOME TOWN By STANLEY COULD | ET A ROOM FO W%\ TW5 NliiHT ^^^^^^^^^^^DONTHITMB 1 '^ ' I WAS ONLY Y PLAY ACT.WQ, J .HONEST ^ HUty*- 1 THE PORTER OF THE CENTWAl- HOTEI- WA* PUTTINC, OH A NICE EXHI BIT/ON OF SHADOW BOXING WAIL.E WAmNGFoRTHE MIDNICfHTj TRAIN VJHEN A STRANSE ADVERSARY ' i STEPPED WTO THIE RIN*. ANO ENDEO -THE BOUT · __________ -- ©153* t-KH W. ftTAMlXT CKMlWl- frHg»3 3-1^- BEAD THIS FIRST: Captain Tftfcle Turner, returning to Knf- Iftnd from India, flnd« pretty Viol* Norman on shipboard, deserted by her husband and friendless. After frustrating her attempt at suicide, he learns nhe In to become a mother. He Introduces her to friends of his on board, the Rutherford family, ·who later ask Viola to stop with them when they reach England. During a talk about Viola's future on deck Tumor' suddenly klsse* her passionately when the steamer lurches and she Is thrown Into his arms. Tlffgle l» filled With self-reproach nnd next day sends Viola a note of apology. (NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY) CHAPTER 14 Tiggie stared at the note blindly for a few seconds before he could focus his sight. Then he read: Dear Captain Turner, I am so sorry you are seedy. I am quite all right. Please do not blame yourself for anything! It was not your fault anyway. Yours, VIOLA NORMAN. A great sigh broke from Tiggie. He put his hand to his forehead and found it wet. Till that moment he had not realized how much he had wanted--and dreaded--her answer. The relief brought by those few simple words was stupendous. It seemed to carry him off his feet.' She was not angry with him. Ne.ther, it seemed, was she afraid. '"'-- There was a characteristic touch of ,'f?amia,tbos about that final "anyway" -j-"-i,jcij .held a curious appeal .for ia. But later, considering it, a hint of doubt assailed him. Had her note taken deliberate color from his? Was she also disguising her actual feelings beneath an airy assumption of indifference? Was this possibly the return that she felt impelled to make for the little that he had so far done for her? "We're as we were," said Tiggie With deep thankfulness, and then paused in odd uncertainty feeling as though a quiet voice were speaking in his soul. At the end of that pause he lay down again in his bunk with a groan, pressing the slip of paper which bore her message to his forehead in a fresh access of despair. In that hour he knew and faced the fact that they could never again be as they had been because the blindness was over and his eyes were irrevocably open to the fact that he loved her. The next day was one of unbounded sunshine. They had left the storm roaring behind them, and only dancing, snow-capped waves remained to remind them of the enormous billows which had so recently surged around them. Everyone emerged in smiling relief to spend the last day at sea on deck. "The end of the voyage is always the best part," said old General Cathcart. "If we'd only had this sort of weather a little sooner . . ." "I've loved it all," declared his daughter Lucy. "I wish we were starting all over again." "Some people are never satisfied, said the general, a remark which provoked an undutiful snigger from his daughter as she sauntered away with Billy Saunders in attendance. Tiggie, leaning smoking on the deck-rail a few yards away, was certainly among the dissatisfied ones. He had spent another troubled night, feeling by no means at peace with himself in spite of the'generpus treatment that had been accorded him. And now he was waiting to see her, wondering Jf he could possibly bring himself to greet her with that casual ease of manner which the occasion seemed to demand. The blue, sparkling sea and fresh breeze held little appeal for him that morning. There was no escaping the merry chatter around him; but he refused to be drawn into it. He was waiting for one alone. It was some time before he saw her, and then she was accompanied by Joyce and Jack, and her whole attention seemed to be occupied with the older child. Little Joyce, though no longer an invalid, had the tired and rather aged look that succeeds a severe illness. She walked somberly by Viola's side, holding her hand. Jack on her other side pranced like a young colt, fully recovered from his recent drastic experience of the bay, and ready to enjoy whatever life might offer. He spied Tiggie, and sent forth a yell that no one could have pretended not to hear. Tiggie straightened himself and gave the party decorous greeting. They joined him as a matter of course though he fancied that this was solely of the children's contrivance. "Uncle Tiggie," cried Jack, "isn't it a ripping morning? And what are you going to do first when you get home?" "Will you have anyone to meet you, Uncle Tiggie?" asked Joyce. "Granny's going to meet us-- p'raps." "No, there won't be anyone to meet me," said Tiggie. "Oh, then you must come with us," said Joyce maternally. "Auntie Viola is going too. She hasn't anybody either." "She and I will have to comfort each other," said Tiggie. Viola's eyes were lifted momentarily; he felt rather than saw her look. And in that instant he realized that what he had dreaded had come to pass. She was afraid of him. The conviction stabbed him with a pain that was almost intolerable, but he covered it somehow for her sake. "Look, kiddies!" he said. "You two walk--not run--all the way round the deck like grown-ups and say 'Good morning' .nicely to everyone you know. Then come back! See?" It was a transparent ruse, but te could think of none other. He must somehow obtain a private interview with her. And the time was growing short. The children protested. Jack wanted to stay with him. Joyce wanted to stay with Auntie Viola. Couldn't they all go together? Why couldn't they? Tiggie stood helpless. It was Viola who gently overruled their remonstrances. "It won't take you very long, darlings, and when you come back we'll have some games. Run along now! We'll wait for you here." The quiet decision with which she spoke had its effect. The two went off hand in hand, and they two were left in comparative solitude. "Thank you," said Tiggie. She stood beside him, her hands on the rail, looking down into the clear sparkling water. Her pure profile had something of a classic fineness about it. He reflected for the first time that it was her lack of animation that kept her beauty almost a secret thing. But for that chill pallor of hers her loveliness must have been beyond dispute. He 1 spoke again--with a certain flatness of tone that sounded mechanical. "Thank you for giving me this opportunity, and for your note." She made a' slight movement _ of acknowledgement, without turning her head. "I hope you understood," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Yes, I did understand," said Tiggie. "It was very good of you--more than I deserved. I really don't know what I was thinking of." He spoke jerkily, finding it Increasingly difficult to strike the right note in face of her pale stillness. "It was nice of you not to be offended anyhow." She moved again; he thought she checked a sigh. "I couldn't be-offended," she said, and he saw her fingers lock together as if in agitation. "Not after--not after----" He broke in rather desperately. NEED MONEYS PINE WILL LOAN YOU On furniture, autos, personal property or anything of valno to persons who have steady employment. LOANS DP TO SSOO Pay baclt in monthly Installments. LOANS MADE SAME DAY OF APPLICATION C. L. Pine Loan Company Of Mason City Second Floor Weir Phone 224 Jig Sister The Soul Must Be Fed 1MEVER SA^ ANYONE ·SD O4W-JED tS DAO W ·5IHCE UE SOLO HIS UMBE«. STRUTTIM6 AROOMO VJVTH U\S HE(XO UP. AMD THE VJAY HE. HA.V1OSOOT MONEY VOO'D I'LL GNE EM *v'O»«MERfC*41iMT . MY, JOST i_oo* AT TVVOSE. LOVELY ROSES! I COOU.O ««= -- MJv\Y'.OF COOR-St D HE -SAYS.AMO MOST A-5 GQOO A"5 FOOO tO * * EM'RYTH\MG I COOL.D THltiKOP THAT OAO A*OO -CUE BOY* VIKE. By Les Forgrave Copyright^ 1934. by CentraJ^Prcia^Aaociatloa, Inr - J VOOT 1H'-- ; HftL? // Pi COMpPi^S WE'U. HP*ielb PO -Tfle 9EST WE CWA wjTH 'TOOTH " Frank MerriweU at Yale WGETW HIS A(JM To the Eescue OEOOES To RESCUE A SMKLL GIRL'S CAT, By Burt L. Standish WouuTHiT TRiHK So it* 'D HEARD AU. THE FUSS WE MA.DE JUS' B'OOSE X «oREE A fEW MoLES ITSoOWB U A FLUTE! VJMAT DO'VA WAHT I r To 60 RuiirtrtV AMftY I ^ - ~ . . . - _ I \^ PIEASE tc*\T sol Muggs McGinnis Hardly a Fair Test WJly Bishop -tHMS A BIS · °J^r 1 l LOOKS RfiivtER QUEER. - 'ThllS' HEMIW SKIWMEIt. USED -To BE SECREfAtZV -TCD VOUIZ. DAuGHfei* GHEAf UNCLP WEU..HK A SUCK ONE,' AND Vieu. NAME TO FIND ETTA crZ. SH^LL BE COMING HOME. WITH A WEDDING raws ON AIUKNOVJ ^NHE1^E EtTA MlGHf .'' ANDVLL AU_ ABour ETTA sows ·1 KNO» AU.THE DETAILS KEEP ITQuier,' How ABOUT" our A SQUAD or HETi S3H FRIENDS'. Etta Kett The Posse g. L'. S. Pat. pir. tj CojiiTight. 1531, Ctntrtl Pre« By Paul Robinson He could not bear to hear her suggest that he had taken advantage of the obligation under which he had placed her. "Well, I'm very glad to hear it," he said. "I'd like you to know that it's only at sea that I ever make a fool of myself, and now that We're so near the end of the voyage I've shed all that sort of thing for good. So you needn't think there's any danger of--of . . ." He began to flounder in spite of himself. What was there about her that made it so difficult? It was as if--almost as if --his lame excuses hurt her. She spoke, still with her eyes fixed upon the gleaming water that went splashing past. "I am very sorry--the voyage is over. Beginning again is so--difficult." Her words fell upon his turmoil with curious effect. Though quietly spoken, they had a tremulous appeal. He saw that she did not want him to continue. He yielded with an almost fierce eagerness to her unspoken desire. "I'm sorry it's over too--for some things. But I can be of more use to you ashore than at sea. That's what I want to talk about." She turned slightly towards him, but still she did not raise her eyes "I think we've talked enough," she said. Something in her tone arrested him--a quality difficult to define which yet struck upon his senses like a note of doom. Till then he had been trying to keep up appearances by continuing to smoke his pipe while he talked. Noxv, abruptly, he took it from his mouth and held it. "What do you mean by that?" he said. The peremptory ring was in his own voice, but he could not prevent it, Quite suddenly he seemed to be fighting with his back to the wall against unreckoned odds. He saw her slight form stiffen in answer, and he recognized that she also was putting forth her strength to achieve the winning stroke. "I mean," she said very quietly, "1 don't want to hurt you, but you must realize that what we were discussing two days ago is now quite, quite impossible. "What do you mean?" he said again. "I think you know," she said. "I don't know," said Tiggie doggedly. "Then"--very slowly she turned and faced him--"I've got to tell you. I value your friendship, but I can't accept your help. Please--I can't!" Her eyes met his for the fraction of a second, and again he saw that she was afraid. It pierced him anew with a pain that was beyond endurance. (TO BE CONTINUED) Officers of ,New Hampton P. E.O. Chapter Are Named NEW HAMPTON, March 13.--D. L. chapter of P. E. O. have elected: President, Miss Mary Virginia Noble; vice president, Mrs. Fred R. Lyford; recording secretary, Mrs. Forrest J. Moore; corresponding secretary, Mrs. Morris F. Condon; treasurer, Mrs. Cleveland B. Phillips; guard, Mrs. Clyde M. King; chaplain, Mrs. Walter J. Kelson. Miss Noble was elected delegate to the state convention at Clinton, May 8-10, Mrs. Fred R. Lyford, alternate. Three children of Mr. and Mrs. James Winingsr of Carthage, Mo., all of different ages, were born on Feb. 4. Muscatine Pastor for 22 Years Dies MUSCATINE, March 13. John R. Kendall, 60 pastor of the First Presbyterian church for the past 22 years and one of the city's outstanding civic leaders, died suddenly at his home here Monday. Dr. Kendall lived but a few minutes after being stricken with coronary thrombosis, or a blood clot. NUMSKUU. WAS A SAJ=E CRACKER, AND AL-^O/a.VJISE'-CfSACKE ·WOULD HE BE A WISE- SAFE CRACKE-fg, Ofe A. SAFH "wisi? CI^ACK^R? "WILLIAM KENESTR1CK, K£NDA1-L.VI l-Lx IMC DEAK NOAH = WAS THE COW THAT JUMPED OVER THE MOON, HIGHMINDEP? MRS HEMRYE,BRYAN, "TOLEDO, OMIO, POST CAR ~COOK NUMB NOTIONS NOVO -- TO'NOAH BRICK BRADFORD By William Ritt and Clarence Gray, EMERALDS AMD UMAT GIANTS BE BimOMS OP by Ortral, Preu A^ocintioTn Ine. I MUST GIVE MV CHIEF BEAEEt 5E -YOU MAY VISIT YONDER. SILVER. ROOM UMT1I- RTURM ASTRAW6ER.--JU-fflE W.OME, BRICK ENTERS A C0ERJDOE. A61EAM PRECIOUS HORDE WOT KNOWING THAT OP HOSTILE EYES HAVE. SPIED HIS . PRESENCE' 3-14-

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