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

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TUESDAY, APRIL 8, 1934 MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE NV.1 EXPECT "SHE'S TOETTY ANXVCW3TO ET HWPET SACK. H^MPTOM-tUKCS WOT DAD, SEE PECKYS O*JtOER K/\S \WRHteN -CO TVAAWK. OS FOR CARV10G FOR. V-UVX . VS ·SAUv-* V*OYT A.VJO HEP,UO*AE V-S 1 . rr -s LITTLE CHR\_ MOHO OWM^ T(4E plGEOK). A.KD,OH,TOeSW T WE 3OUWO GL.AO TO HE'S SA.FE.. By STANLEY THE OLD HOME TOWN Rvs)EOjett AMD TAKE ECKY TO HER YOU COO CAUL IT ACTION- BOSS. VVHlEN TUB IF HEQB.1S A PICTU OF MAfOR DOOUTH-C: IN ACTION HE WILL BE THE FIRST MAN T£ EVER WITNESS A MIKACI.E1 Acknow- dgements , by Central Press Association, Inc. ·5ETT6 in T«3HT OP -me. cmof -STORE.- CU5.KK-CTC- SOT THKT? O. K . cpi\_n l'U- VJPrtT ON VOO TvOO c-"unOT£_ - LET* 0 IM ET ft 0ft6 OF UOI-U. VOO'RE WRITS ON NUTS'T Pressure Pete Nuts to the Nuts THE EDITOR OF THE 'WEEKUT CLARION FINAUL.V 0 THE OPPICE OF A PEST AMATEU15 PHOToeireAPHEre BY S HIM A REAL. CHAPTERS! The London streets were more animated than, the suburban ones they left behind, and they were soon compelled to slacken speed. But still the sense of being hastened to a bourne of which Tiggie knew nothing persisted with him. He had, as it were, stepped from the path of ordinary happenings intu a. vehicle which, all its ramshackle qualities notwithstanding, would ultimately deposit him--and his silent, almost wraith-like companion--in a sphere where nothing normal could ever happen again. Throughout what seemed an unending journey these weird ideas ran wildly through his brain and he was at a loss to cope with them. He could only, as it were, steer his craft head on to the waves and trust sooner or later to find a safe haven in the better- for them both. Now and then lighted streets he took a glance at the still figure huddled away from him in the corner; but he gathered hours previously, and a sense of relief came upon him restoring his self-assurance. Harvey was real, eccentricity notwithstanding, and the solid feeling of being backed by him made the venture less preposterous. He went back to his waiting pro- lightened he said. tege with a considerably heart. "Come along!" 'You're tired. You'll be glad to get up to your room." The words were conventionally uttered, and she received them with a non-committal murmur. But the aloofness--that atmosphere of mystery--that hung about her did not alter, and as they went up in the lift together he found himself wondering if when they reached the top she would still be there. Then they had arrived and were walking down a long passage after the porter who finally flung open a door and piloted them into a bedroom in which he dumped the suitcase he was carrying with the remark, "Your luggage is in the room next door, sir, end of passage." no satisfaction therefrom. For With the words he strode out and Viola's head was .bent forward upon her breast and her face almost hidden by the upstanding collar of the dark cloak in which she wrapped herself. Those had brief glimpses afforded him no inkling of what was passing in. her mind, and presently, disheartened, he abandoned them. It was evidently -kinder to leave her alone. The journey came to an end at last. The taxi bumped and jarred to a standstill, and the roar of a London terminus arose around them. Tiggie spoke,, veiling his persisting embarrassment in a wholly unconscious doggedness. "Here we are! Don't fade away! Just wait for me while I see to things!" She raised her head with a half- startled movement, but she said nothing. He opened the door and got out, and she meekly followed, wrapping her cloak more closely round her. She made no attempt to fade while he overpaid the driver and took possession of the modest little suitcase she had brought with her. But there was still to his mind something oddly unreal about her, so that he almost wondered if any besides himself were aware of her presence. The driver's jovial voice wishing them both luck dispelled the wonder and he turned his back upon the well-wisher with some abruptness. He addressed her again, still with that semi-growing curtness. "Come along! I'll get a room for you." "A room!" she echoed the word blankly on a small gasp of surprise. He responded bluntly. "Yes. We're not going down tonight. But don't worry! It's all right." She gave no hint of worrying, yet he had a feeling as though at his words she withdrew more deeply into herself, avoiding discussion. Silently she turned beside him. They entered the great hotel, and the roar and commotion died behind them. The quiet that succeeded was like the muffling fall of a curtain, producing almost a sense of shock. Tiggie went straight forward to the office, leaving her standing alone. · He had scarcely reached it, however, when he received a tap on the shoulder. Turning sharply he perceived Harvey. "Hullo!" he said, staring. In his absorption he had almost'forgotten Harvey. The artist'a shrewd eyes smiled their slightly malicious comprehension. "It's all right," he said. "Everything's O. K. I'll register for you. You take her upstairs--rooms on the third floor. The porter knows." He realized that his supporter had been occupying himself to some purpose since their parting a few they stood alone while he trampec back along the corridor to the lif and took himself down to the lower regions. Tiggie drew a hard breath looked at her. Yes, she wag and sUll there, but so white, so remote, si spiritual, that she might have been a far-off cloud on a dim horizon. "Well!" he said. She turned towards him" submissively, as if he had given an order Her eyes "Were downcast. She spok no word. Tiggie glanced around. "Thin! you'll be comfortable?" he said. Her throat moved spasmodically She answered after a mon»nt wit obvious effort. Tiggie, still "Oh yes--of course! investigating, Frank Merriwell at Yale A Reprieve for Frank denly spied a door that evidentl gave entrance to the next room, H surveyed it with a doubtful eye, a though uncertain of its intentions "I don't know what they did tha for," he remarked. "Do you min it?" Again she seemed to hesitate an impulsively he turned round to he: his honest face glowing. "I say, don't be upset!" he pleaded. "It's all right. Take my word for it! Really it's all right." She made a gesture as though to stay his words. Her ghastly pallor suddenly seemed to force itself upon his notice. What had he been about not to see it before? He snatched at a chair and pushed it towards her. "Sit down!" he said. "I'll get you something." She sat down weakly, but in the same moment she stretched out a trembling hand to stay him. "Please wait! Please wait! Don't go down NO"? Vou SN/ THATP^OSE I wo Sie_. ER, 400 WISH To 66 FlKSr«STi?W6( I MEAN... ! THE GoOG-OF.TftE S VES5IR-/ I'VE 0EEN WATCHING 4oU,) A\V, HE'S ! SOU'tieGLAC' GOOC ...MoU 1 Re CEIMSTAXEP 1 , REPORT TOMORROW. iu, UKME NO CHCTAT/M6 To ME J By BurtL. Standish HE DlDUTUSBOTo THEY. 5ll/E. Irlto SEAT HE CAUT T6U- VMaT 'S WATCH itf ril/A OR. MoT KE VtoRKS. ALL THE TIME! ?boR. UL' GUY ! I Hi .SPECKS'. Hevu Muggs McGinnis His Advantage By Wally Bishop Copyright, 1934. "By Central Press Association, Inc. THATS FUNNS-THERES 7M/\r CLUE SEDAN AGAIN - CAM AU-THE WAS FROM Bern's WITH 'EM I SUPPOSE.? PitoBADLN A Passing Fancy A NEfSXS. TAGGIMG ALONG BEHIND LIKE THIS Paul Robinson He bent over her, every generous instinct awakened by her need. "It's all right," he said again. "There! Just lean against me till you feel better!" She relaxed with a faint sob. Her face in the glaring electric light made him think of a charcoal picture drawn upon white paper, so black were its shadows. Her eyes were almost closed, but as he watched her, wondering if she would faint, they opened and were raised to his. Their poignant sadness pierced straight to his soul. He felt as though he gazed into unfathomable depth. With a faint sigh she spoke, her words scarcely more than a whisper. "Tiggie, I want to tell you something --something you'll hardly believe. I ought to have told you sooner, only, you said the past didn't matter--and I--almost--believed you." 'Til say it again then," said Tiggie stubbornly. "It doesn't." Her hands moved up his arm. She NEED MONEY? . PINE WILL LOAN YOU On furniture, autos, personal property or anything of value to persons who have steady employment _^ LOANS DP TO SSOO Pay back to monthly Installments LOANS MADE SAME DAY OF APPLICATION C. 1. Pine Loan Company Of Mason City Second Floor Weir Bid);. Phone 33-1 was clinging to him now like a frightened child. "No! Listen!" she said. "If I don't, tell you--someone else will. That man downstairs who spoke to you just now--he knows." "Who? Harvey? Oh!" Enlight- mment came suddenly to Tiggie. 'Yes, of course. He told me so. But he doesn't matter. No one ever takes any notice of him." ·What--did he tell you?" Her white lips spoke stiffly; her whole frame had stiffened to rigidity. Tiggie answered her soothingly. "I really hardly remember. I don't pay much attention to him. He saw you dancing in some show once. That was all he said. But I shouldn't have listened if he'd said more than that. Don't worry so! There's no need." She hid her face on her arms with a low moan. Her words came muffled, so that he had to bend low to hear them. "No--he wouldn't tell you. He's too kind-hearted. He tried to help me--tried to get me away. He wanted me for a model, but I was afraid of him. He was so odd. I never quite trusted him. Afterwards--afterwards--I wished I had." "Never mind!" said Tiggie gently. "Never mind!" She made a spasmodic movement, as though refusing the relief he sought to offer. Her voice had a strangled sound as of suppressed weeping. "No. I'll tell you now. It's better you should know. You may have heard of the child-dancer called Le Reve. They call me that. I wasn't 18 when I had my first success. I'd run away from Philip. He was tyrannical to me, arid I wanted to be independent. Everything seemed easy at first--too easy--and I suppose it turned my head. I wasn't a child for long." She paused a moment bowing her head a little lower. He almost hoped she lacked the strength to continue, but quickly she recovered it, forcing herself to continue. "I don't know how to tell you, but I want you to know. [ was caught--trapped in a den of evil, through my own folly. I only saved myself at last by running away. It was my own fault of course, but I was young, and I didn't Imow--what a dreadfully wicked place the world is. When I did realize--I nearly died." Her hands closed faster upon Tiggie. It was like the clutch of a drowning person. Her voice was no more than a gasping whisper now; yet her words reached him. "I got ill, broke down --nearly starved. It was then that he--John Norman--came. He offered me deliverance--marriage. It seemed the only thing left. I hadn't the strength to go on, and my place was filled. So I agreed. He took me to a lawyer's office and we were married. We went straight out to India. He was very kind to me. I thought we were going to be happy. And then--I found he was a drunkard." "You poor child!" Tiggie said with deep compassion. She raised her head slightly. "How nice of you--to say that! Don't you think I deserved it? I do. It was all--payment. One never stops paying whea once one has gone wrong, does one? So I just went on paying, till cne night--more than two years after--he flung it at me when he was drunk that^-our marriage was a bogus one, and--and . . ." Her words began to trip over each other--became piteous, inarticulate sounds. (TO BE CONTINUED) Teaches Bible Class. Morgan Blake, sports editor of the Atlanta (Ga.) Journal, teaches one of the biggest Bible classes in the city every Sunday morning. Will Aid Laydcn. Dr. John Mohardt of Chicago, a great Notre Dame halfback just a year or two before the Four Horsemen era, will help Elmer Layden during spring practice at South Bend. floAtt NOMSKUU, DEAR.NOA,H-'F THE SK5 FISH LJVE SX KTW* THE UlTTl-E FISH, BOW DO TWEV OPEAJ THE CAN'S? M«,RYAUCE GfSAV* NEW NOAH ASK WOL)l-U V^ITKA FLCfYO NUNLEV, '* A., CKUA. . DEAft NO/XH 13 f=OR TOOK. 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