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The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 13

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SATURDAY, MARCH 24, 1934 MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE THE OLD HOME TOWN By STANLEY 1 I! OPAi.L"mss. LOW DOWN, SVMIN DdCPIU-SBUftY BOUCHT A BUNDLE OF SEC HAND LITERATURE AT R=VMI_EW;S BOOKSTORE -roSRISHTEN UP HIS OFFICE -AND RNCS AU. OFTHE CROSS WORD PUZZLES HAVE BEEN v/JORKED, PI*ACT|CAULV JSUlMMq. THEM INTENDED USE BEAD THIS FIRST: Capt. TiKffle Tmuer, returning to from India, finds pretty Viola Normftn shipboard, deserttd by her husbnnd and friendless. After frustrating her Attempt at nnJclde, he leamv nho Is to become a mother. He Introduces her to friends of his on board, the Rutherford family. When they reach England. Viola toes with the Bntherfordi for a visit and TigRle proceeds to the home of his sister, Janet, realizing he Is deeply In love with Viola. Janet's husband, Hurvey Cllmore, an artist, shows Tlpffle a painting of a doncinjc girl he had found In a- cabaret on the continent. Amazed, TlKcle recoimlieB lier as Viola. He irnjws morose as she falls to write him. As Harvey and Tlc.r^c leave for a visit to London. Turner receives a letter from Grierson ttnd company, lawyers, with a check in payment for a loan he hud advanced Viola. In Ixmdon he mokes an appointment with Grierson. The lawyer refuses to Rive Tlfcrte Viola's address. Grter- son tells Tlgcle Viola Is not married and that shb Is his ntep-sistcr and now in his enre. Turner runs Into Spot Bntherford at his club and learns he and his family are taking a cottane at Fame and that he, too, Is searching for Viola who left the Ruthcr- fords to KO to her brother's near Putney. (NOW GO ON WITH THE STOIW CHAPTER 23 Tiggie was on his feet. His face wore its usual expression of calm benignity, but Ms kindly eyes wer a · little harder than usual as h made reply. "My dear fellow, I don' profess to be a judge of any woman young or old, good or bad. Ash someone else!" _ ...."You always were a queer olc fish, weren't you?" said Spot affec ' tionately. "But you knew her hus Band at any rate, didn't you? So you can speak for her." "I speak for no one," said Tiggie turning to go. "Good-by, old chap Don't you come. I'll look in the di rectory as I go out. What's your address at Fame?" "Cliff Cottage--and you can't miss it, it's on the very edge. Come .down soon," urged Spot. "We'll have some fishing." "Right-ho!" said Tiggie. But he spoke as one who hearc not, and Spot, watching him go, was struck by something which had been apparent throughout the interview but which he had only just begun to notice. "What's come to the old chap?" he mused. "He's different somehow Wonder what made him. look me up." Then, with a sudden flash of intuition, "Why, he's after that girl of course! I always thought there was something. But Tiggie--Tiggie after a married woman!" He shook hia head thoughtfully. "No, that's not a bit like Tiggie. But then Tiggie was not in the least like himself that day. * * * "And where away now?" said Harvey. Tiggie was putting a slip of paper into his pocketbooK. He smiled at Harvey, but not without a, hint of grimness. "My dear fellow," he said, "you're the most patient old ass I've ever met. We'll go and get a drink now, and after that I'm off to Putney. "I should wait till after lunch if I were you," said Harvey shrewdly. Come and have a look at Burlington House! There are one or two pictures there worth seeing." "I didn't think you were hung this year," said Tiggie. Harvey grinned. "I didn't ask to be. But I shall be next." "All right, I'll wait till next year," said Tiggie. "But you go and we'll join again later. It'll fill in time, as you say. By the way, do you ever do seascapes? I've got an Invitation for you to a place called Farne, somewhere on the outside edge of Cornwall where there are plenty of rockg and big waves and things?" "You going there?" asked Harvey. "I may." Tiggie spoke guardedly. "Oh, well, I may too--later on," Said Harvey. "You just let me know when you want to get -rid of me-that is to say, when the honeymoon begins!" He shot a quizzical glance at Tiggie. "And I'll undertake to be absent." "You'll probably wait some time for that," said Tiggie. "Then I'm not to come with you to Putney?" 'said Harvey. Tiggie stopped to light another cigaret. "Well, of course do if you want to!" he said. "It'll be a case of waiting outside again, but if you don't mind that--" "Oh, no, I'm used to it," Harvey assured him. "And it amuses me. It's a study in mental development," "Come along, then!" said Tiggie, not troubling to find out what he meant. "I'll sit on the heath and mind the suitcases," said Harvey, as they rattled away oace more through the stifling streets. "There'll be some air up here anyway, even if there's nothing to drink." "Oh, we'll have our drink first," said Tiggie. The day was very hot and the sky had the hazy look which precedes thunder. Tiggie directed the taxi to Victoria, and they had their drink together standing- in the station buffet where the rush and roar of the great terminus made conversation impossible. Then they went on again, passing close to their lodging of the night before, and so through the crowded roads till they reached the river. "I suppose we shall sleep on the Embankment tonight," remarked Harvey, as they crossed the bridge. Tiggie made no response. He was not thinking of his companion just then. But when they finally reached the heath, he agreed to his repeated suggestion, and set him down with the baggage beside a clump of birch trees while he himself went on alone. The address in his pocket was no great distance from the spot, and in a very few minutes he found himself at the gate belonging to a tall house on a corner overlooking the greenness of the heath, which was scarcely out of sight of Harvey's resting place. He dismissed his taxi and entered the garden. He found himself in a world that was trim in every detail, well swept, suburban. The flowers in the beda were all greenhouse flowers, and a large conservatory clung as it were to the house on one side of the long flight of white steps that led up to the front door over the basement. The house itself was of hideous design, neatly stuccoed and in faultless condition. There was no creeper anywhere to hide its ugliness. The bay windows stared at him in blank interrogation. They were opened at exactly the same height and the blinds were drawn in a severely uniform line across them. As Tiggie went up the steps he 'elt almost like an explorer in an unknown country. The atmosphere of the place was completely alien to lira; it even seemed somehow hos- ile. And yet behind him, so short distance away, were the friendly rirch trees and Harvey perspiring in heir shade. He reached the front door, high, jreen-painted and forbidding. It lad a brass knocker, a brass handle, a brass bell, all gleaming with a dazzling brilliance as though they defied him to enter. He pressed the ast with decision and heard his de STVL.V- vo^. SEE! THE PIGEON'S ! VAH'^S OP Ut-JDEW. VT ! QUICK! YANK IT, BETH! "The Best Laid Schemes -- " By Les Forgrave Copyright, 1934. by Central Press Association, Inc High Pressure Pete THE VOOflLO- YOU'RE . ·PLSB^E-VOO'RB tefe. HO-Kuea' Stf? ouue. OOP-- A Fine Place to Be Fired fOOUSHNESS! COM6 AlONGf NOWl, OR.50 HELP/WE.I'UU JUG VOU Frank Merriweli at Yale FOP- A HOME AND A-XJ. HE I S . VUEM1V AMD A Friend in Need OWlY A FEW CO/MS IN HIS POCKETS, By BurtL. Standish ·You SHoUU)'A* BEEtJ AUoUUt. TWE DAY HE COrAOUCTSD OMTHE. CAT 1 . ? KlMDA HARD o' CAU HAVE A M.CK6U FEB. SoME WAS tSoUMA "THAT KlrlDA HARD OF HEARlNi 1 , AiMt" HE? T- Copyright, 1934, by Central Press Association, Inc ETTA3 GNING UP ALL HER. BOS FRIENDS to SHE CAN INHERIT- HEIZ.. LET HIM ENJON THE - TONIGHT" IS ETTA^ IPS! H£N TO MAKE LISTEN ETTA -WHS DONT VOU CHANGE.Nou^MWD- YOU'LL NEMEtZ. BE UAPf| WITH THIV DOM'r HP.ME DATC5 AMD DANCES. '·(DUES NOT CUT OUT TO 8E A HERMIT. I'M Gbiu? THrlO \NI1VI IT~- FIZIENO HASNT GONE NET,' ,, fT Ken. U. S. Put, OlT.. copyright. 1934. Cenlral rrt-w A-t«'n. ·--.-: I Goodby Boys, I'm Through Paul Robinson glare like a searchlight full into his face. Then there came the sound of a step within and the door opened. He found himself confronted by a tall, extremely gaunt, maidservant who regarded him with the prejudiced eye of one who expects to be asked a favor. Tiggie instinctively summoned all his forces to deal with her. · "Is Mr. Grierson at home?" he asked boldly. "No, sir. He's in town." The woman made the statement with machine-like promptitude; she stood as if on the verge of closing the door. But Tiggie was undismayed; in fact, he scarcely waited for ler information before he launched his next attack. "His sister is staying mand for admittance peal imperious- y in one of the basement rooms be- ow him. There followed a pause during which the sun beat mercilessly upon him, and one of the panes of the irnate conservatory refracted its NEED MONEY? PINE WILL LOAN YOU On furniture, natos, personal property or anything of value to persons who have steady employment. LOANS UP TO SSOO Pay back in monthly Installments. LOANS MADE SAME DAt OF APPLICATION C. L. Pine Loan Company Of Mason City Second Floor \\t-\t Bldg. Phone 224 here, I think," he said. "Will you take my card to her? I am an old friend. 1 She met the statement without the quiver of an eyelid, "I think you've been misinformed, sir," she said stiffly. "There's no lady staying here. Mr. Grierson lives alone." "Oh!" said Tiggie, and suddenly he realized by the uncompromising air with which she faced him that she had been warned of his probable advent. "And hasn't his sister visited him since her return to England"" "Not to iny knowledge, sir," came the prim reply. "I wasn't even aware that he had a sister." "I see," said Tiggie. He stood a moment considering her, then made up his mind. "I'll give you my card in any case," he said, and took out his pocketbook. "I may be mistaken. Perhaps she is his--stepsister." He pulled out a pound note and looked at her suddenly. "You may have heard of her," he suggested. The severity of the parchment- colored countenance facing him did not alter. "I've never heard of any stepsister, sir," she said stonily, , "Quite sure?" Tiggie fingered another pound note, but with less ·assurance. He was not very good at the contemptible game of bribery, he reflected; and he actually hoped that she would not fall to the temp' tation. She did not. She merely stiffened and grew more forbidding. "I am quite sure, sir," she said with crisp ·decision, Tiggie closed his pocketbook with decision. "In that case there's no more to be said," he remarked, and turned to go. "Your card, sir? 1 ' ehe reminded him punctiliously. He paused momentarily, then went on down the steps. "I don't think we need bother about that," he said, and heard the door close above him ere the words were well out of his mouth. He reached the immaculate front- garden with an acute sense of defeat. "Jove! What a gaoler the woman would make!" he said to himself; and then, a second later, curiously: "I wonder if she is a gaoler by any chance." Hot and dispirited, he went out into the busy road and crossed to the welcome shade of the trees. Harvey was not in sight, and here, finding a sheltered nook, he sat down for a few minutes to think. Why was he taking all this trouble? Again he asked himself. What possible outcome could there be but disappointment and bitterness? His power to serve her had come to an end, and, ture or false, she could be nothing to him now. She had snapped the cord of friendship between them, and nothing remained. Why was he pursuing this fleeting shadow that could but lead to disillusionment, in heaven's name, why? (TO BE CONTINUED) , j Will End Project Soon. DECORAH, March 23.--Officials of the local CCC camp expect to have the twin spring project, upon which they have been working this winter, completed by April 1. No work has been done at Siewer's Springs, which was purchased last fall by the state fish and game commission, but a hatchery will be constructed later on. Why is it that whenever those Parisians stage discord they use the Place de la Concorde?--Philadelphia Inquirer. WOULD A CROSS CUT SAVM BUCK, IPA BU2.Z A. KNOTHOJ-B *. CIRCUUApa SAVV A ·SQUAJSE; CUTT O.W. IC AJOAH= 'WHEN THREE (SIDE IN ~tWE.f-K.offT SEAT WODUO THAT BE DECEITFUL!-? TAKE f OUte NUMB AJOT/ONS OUT OF CouD ^rt=I5AC,SANO M Alt.'EM TO DE/sl. MOXVH --._. 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