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WEDNESDAY, MARCH 28, 1934 MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE j THE OLD HOME TOWN By STANLEY BEAD THIS nBST: Capt. TlCKle Turner, returning to Enc- bnd from India, flm» pretty Viola Norman on shipboard, deserted by her husband and friendless. After frustrating lier attempt at suicide, he learns »Iie l» to become a mother. He Introduces her to frlend of his on board, the Rutuerlord family, who take Viola with them upon their arrival In Xncland. Tittle, now detplj' In love with Viola, goes to the home of his sister, Janet. Her husband, Harvey Gllmore, »n artist, tunszes Turner with a polniiiiR he has done of a Kin whom XlgRie recOKnlxes as Vloln. She was n danelnc jrlrl Harvey had met on the continent. As Harvey and Xlgsle leave for n visit to London, Turner receives a letter from Grlerson and company, lawyers, with ft cheque In payment for a loan he had advanced Viola. Puzzled, and with no ·word from Viola, Turner Interviews Grler- aon who refuses to give Turner the Rlrl's address anr! tells him she Is not married and that she IB his stepsister. From Spot Butherford, In London, Tlggle learns Viola left the Rutherfords to go to her brother's near Putney. After locating Grlcrsoa'a home In Putney, Turner In Informed by the housekeeper that Grlerson ha» no sister living there but Harvey, who Is with Tlggie, catches nlBht of Viola entering the garden of the Grlerson home. In tbe arbor of the garden Turner's long search for Viola «nds. Comforting her, sho tells him he would not understand why she hadn't written him. (NOW GO ON WITH THE SIOB1') CHAPTER 26 "OH, HAVE I?" said Tiggie. ''Well, perhaps I have. But coming to myy ""ses, as you call it, doesn't necesaVuy involve leaving my friends in the lurch. I can tell you, Viola"--he spoke her Christian name freely perhaps because in his thoughts of her since their parting he : had never called her by any other--"if that's how you think of me, you've got a wrong impression of me altogether." "Oh, no, I haven't," she said. She lifted her eyes to him with the words, and something in her look moved him .deeply, though it no longer held fear. "I know you so very well. You're one of those people who never--never--count the cost. That's why " Tiggie interrupted her with a hot denial. 'Tm not! I swear I'm not! You're quite wrong. I'm not that sort of fool." "Oh, I never said you were a fool," she said. "I'm sure you're not. But --no one is wise when he's acting in the dark. And that's what you're doing. Captain Turner, though----" He interrupted her again. It was odd that he always forgot to be courteous in his dealings with her. "Don't you call me tuat!" he said. 'Tm Tiggie--to you!" She accepted the correction meekly. "I meant to say Tiggie, only you looked so fierce. Please--don't you think you'd better go now? If Philip were to come home " "You needn't hold Philip over me," Tiggie told her grimly. "And let me tell you frankly, I've no intention of going until we've talked this thing out." "What thing?" she said. "You." Tiggie spoke with square emphasis, realizing that It was no moment for yielding. "You won't put me off now. It's no good trying. Besides, why should you? Surely Tve as much right to know all about you as that confounded lawyer fellow I saw this morning ?" "Philip," she said. "Yes, I suppose so--Philip." Tig^- gie's tone was aggressive. "He tried to stuff me with a lot of lies, but they only made me the more determined to see you and find out for myself." "What a pity!" she said with a sigh. "It isn't a pity!" Almost angrily he contradicted her. "It would be far worse to send me away believing what wasn't true. Besides . . ." He broke off, looking at her. "Yes?" she said after a moment, a faint tinge of color showing in her thin face. Tiggie went on more deliberately. "I think it's a jolly good thing I have found you. You're looking horribly ill. Do you Know that?" "I can't help it," she said, averting her face. "Of course you can't help it!" Tiggie's voice held the old curious mixture of indignation and compassion. "How could you-^when you're miserable and browbeaten and half- starved?" "Oh, rm not starved," she said. "I mean, I could eat if I wanted to. Only " "It's the same thing," declared Tiggie. "When there's no one to look after you or care, of course you get ill. I can tell you I've never seen such a change in anyone in so short a time; and you weren't exactly robust before." "No," she said. Something in her tone told him quite plainly what would never have been uttered in words. He bent and for the first time touched her, his hand upon her shoulder. "Viola!" he said, and again his voice shook beyond his control. "You're not- trying!" She did not attempt to contradict him, simply sat passive as a slave in his hold. After a few seconds she spoke, her voice oddly detached, impersonal. "When one doesn't count any more--with anybody, it's silly to worry, isn't it?" "You do count!" said Tiggie. The words burst from him; he could not have stopped them had a pistol been held at his head. "You do! Do you suppose I'd have taken all this trouble if you didn't?' 1 He paused, breathing heavily She did not look at him, but a slight quiver went through her. "You ought not to have done it, 1 she said. "Well, I have done it anyway,' asserted Tiggie. "And I'm not sorry see? It's absurd to say you don't count. You do. Everyone does And you're not going to be left to your own devices any longer. There's Helen--and Spot--and all the children down in Cornwall wanting you." She shook her head. "I can't go.' "But why on earth not?" Tiggie spoke with insistence; there was no turning back with him now. "What's to stop you?" She hesitated, then again she shook her head. "It's no use, Tiggie I can't. You've been much too kind to me--far, far kinder than I de serve. You'll have to take my word for it--and say good-by." "I'm not going to," said Tiggie flatly, but he spoke with gentleness Who could be other than gentle with this poor little lonely soul! Thj pathos of her wrung his heart. "I've only just found you," he said. "You can't want me to go again so soon.' She did not answer him, only sac ·his hand still upon her--dumbly waiting. "Well, look here!" said Tiggie. He was making no headway ani abruptly he realized it and decidec to plunge. "I'm not going^ whether you do or not, because it's quite evident to me that you're making a great mistake. Spot's mother was to blame in the first place. I wish to heaven I'd been near at hand." "It wouldn't have made any difference," she said. "It would," he declared. "I'd have done something to prevent you coming here. That man Grierson--is he really your stepbrother?" She bent her head. "Yes." "The only person in the worlt you've got to turn to?" he pursued relentlessly. "Yes," she said again. "You poor little thing!" said Tig gie, and suddenly his hand began to rub up and down on her shoulder while he stroked her head with his other. A tremor went through her. She made a slight involuntary move NEED MONEY? PINE WILL LOAN YOU On furniture, antes, 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 G. L. Pine Loan Company Second Floor \Vcir Bldg. Of JIason City Phone 231 Big Sister Sharp Eyes Needed BVJDDY! LOOK', see wwv FOONO COURSE IT IS 1 . ·see MJHO X-T'S FOR. ·SENDVTOVi rXVJO \yf IT LOOK'S UKE. / rV I Pf OH , OEAH ,BOOOV, JUST LOOK MJMT 'TIL I GET IT UNFOLDED. \ \ XTSfsY? vr's so TEEMV VNEEWY SMMJ-tVUSTX CAN'T N\AKE _- IT OCT. ByLes Forgrave pynght, 1934. By Central pTM, Associntlim. Inc. voe. CBtVT PICT VlE'LV. TooV. 1HPT FUV-UEf* PHUN, \tA-jvAe_ f\ov)tes---W\UK. ,, VOO'U- HPiVlE. PW UJC.K? ?««10 / HOU.SWOOD -- HOOE.V; vu. -snub tftttAK HE'S Pressure Pete . \'\-\_ -sc"Tove.--see VOL) Not So Funny, Now By George Swan GT GOOD A HOME . ALMOST x JOB Frank Merriwell at Yale Frank Is Enthused By BurtL Standish /I'M BUT , SISTER AIMT .IM So\ By.X. i VVAWTED To You IM TO . FOSSBOOSET \F SHE ONLY WMTS -R» BoRRoW A COP 0'S06AB Muggs McGinnis BUSY l JUST SAY That's Different! By Wally Bishop ii 'III, Copyright. 1934, by Central Press Association. In VWAr A GRE.AK i LAUDED I THAf SPIFD cftre. AWO ^ AGENCM -- NOW irr CAW I.AHD I A TEW GOOD IJIEVJIRE SALES- j MEN e\ERNTHIHG \N11J_ BE dAKE ' I fZS HIRED." WOULD AS TOTE ME- WEll_TiD KNOW ME ISTO LOME. ME --XOU3SK2 - fou STICK;-to L1 fiii-E OOF AND ActepT NO SUBSTITUTES. YOU'VE GOT ENEENTrWG ,11^ U S r*t 0,1, copjrrlrM. 133). CCTlral Prra A Natural Qualifica tions By Paul Robinson ment. "So you went to see him'." she said. "Of course I did!" said Tiggie. ; Did you think a formal letter and cheque would be enough?" 'It ought to have been," she said. "Well, it wasn't. I'm not frightened away so'easily. Lies don't frighten me either." Tiggie spoke with emphasis. "But if you don't want me to know the truth, I'll be content not to know it. There! Only I'm. not going to leave you to the tender mercies of a heartless tyrant till you die of sheer misery. It may be no business of mine--as you've been too considerate to point out. But I'm going to make it my business. In fact, so far as I'm concerned, it always has been--ever since the day I first saw you waiting for that husband of yours on board The Pioneer." "Ah!" She moved again, turning her face completely from him. "That --awful day! How--good you were! And you believed me too." "I always believe you," said Tiggie simply. He saw her breast heave. "That's because--you're so honest -- and straight yourself," she said. "It isn't at all," he objected. It's because I know you." She made a gesture that was almost agonized, "What if you don't know me? Tiggie what if I'm not --what you think? What if--what Philip told you--is all true?" "You don't know what he told me," said Tiggie. "Yes--I do." She spoke with increasing effort. "And--and though he's hard--terribly hard, he's not a liar." She began to sob--heavy long-drawn sobs that shook her from head to foot. "He's told you the truth--aa he sees it. You--you haven't believed him. But--that dosen't make it--a lie!" Her utterance was suddenly choked; she covered her face while an agony that seemed too great for tears convulsed her whole being. Tiggie hung over her deeply concerned. "Don't, child, don't! You mustn't. You'll make yourself ill." He poured out the words over her bowed head. "Listen--listen! That isn't what matters now. It's the future we've got to deal with, not the past. I'm going to help." "Tiggie," she said, forcing her voice to some measure of steadiness, ! 'you say you believe what I tell you. Well, I must tell you everything, that's all. And then--I just want you to go away. I can't bear it--if you don't." (TO BE CONTINUED) Real Estate Transfers First Nat'l Bk. Cl. Lk. to Clair G. Davis Sl.OO L 8 B 1 Simenson's Park Add., Cl. Lk. 1-27-34. Dunbar, Ernest N. and wf. to A. R Brown 51.00 L 8 B 12 East Park Place Add. M. C. 7-29-33. Hill, Georgiana to Gertrude Fistler Sl.OO SW 1-96-22. 3-22-34. Tagesen, H. E. and wf. to Tom W. Summerhays and Grace H. $1.00 N 40.3 ft L 4 B G and S 7.28 ft L 3 B G Oak Park Add. M. C. 3-16-34. Layman, S. C. to Nicholas Nego- mir, $1. Q. C. D. part lot 19, auditor's subllvision of lots 7, 8, 9 and 10 in SB 10-96-20. March 23, 1934. The Kansas board of agriculture officially recognizes the state as a cotton producer, giving the value of thq 1933 crop as ?12,146, 49th Anniversary Observed. CHAPIN, March 27.--Mr. and Mrs. C. G. Hemm entertained a number of relatives at a dinner at their home Sunday in honor of Mrs. Hemm's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Chris Rowe, who celebrated the forty- ninth wedding anniversary. Guy E. Skinner of Aberdeen, Wash., Has received a medal awarded him 35 years ago for his part in the battle on the Barbig river in the Philippines in 1899. /(OAK NUMSKUU. D E A R . N O A H = 1 F IT OAV-'^S ON ME AT NKSMT, vJll-t- B'U_ BEST THOMPSON. DHAR MOAH= DOES A OONDUCTC/e ON TME RUBBER _HEEL-S .so HE VS/O.-iT "WAKE UP THE SJ-HEP/A)^ CARS? O.B.JOYCE, NORWALK^CON DEAR. NOAH -- WILL. THE DIRTY OLD CROSS ROADS BITE* ? ffHEA. COOK . SCND BRICK BRADFORD BE^ATM E TS X E" E * By William Ritt and Clarence Gray, ALL IS ASTIR IN THE WAR CAMP OF THE YACAS AS THE SETTIMG SUMSIMKS 114 GOLDEN SPLEMDOR BEHIND TWE PEACEFUL MOUNTAW PEAKS

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