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WEDNESDAY, APRIL 4, 1934 MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE [THE OLD HOME TOWN By STANLEY OLD UOAI"6*-ANl OOMT } POIMVT 1 NÂ«Â«tÂ» To KCMÂ» MYTOSSlN* X ARM IN Â«?oo SHAPE -WHACK' - -- N O W BHINlS W * " - - ' COUW-B " PAIL* OF WHIUE , NWASHINS3 ^Oft HIS W A L.ITTUI PRACTICE FISHm*, MR* PAevco SMW WAS -TRIM ^OH A BUSY CHAPTER 32 TIGGIE BENT down ovÂ«r her. "Child, don't tell me any more! What's the good? I know the rest." She shook her head without raising it; she found words again--dragging, difficult words. "You don't know--quite all. It was then--I'd just begun to know about--about-the baby. Of course, I ought to have left him. But I was down--beaten. I had no money, nowhere to go, no one to care. So I gave up trying--and stayed. He still seemed to want me sometimes, and I thought perhaps .. ." Her voice failed again. "That's all," she ended faintly. "You know now just how wicked I am." "Shall I tell you what I know?" said Tiggie. His tone was deep and very steady. He was stooping over her, supporting her. He epoke into her ear. "I know It's all over now --over and done with, and I am going to take care of you, so that you can never suffer again," "Oh, Tiggie!" She lifted her head suddÂ«nly and looked up at him, her oyea enormous, almost black, in the whiteness of her face. "You don't understand"--she said hopelessly, "and I've tried so hard to make you --that I'm bad--I'm bad! I turned to. you that day on board The Pioneer--because you were so kind --and so easily deceived." Her voice rose on a faint wailing sound. "And ' I've been trying so" hard 'since--to make it right. Don't you see--it isn't my suffering that counts? I'm used to it. But you--your happiness --your honor " Tiggie broke in on her abruptly, very decidedly. "I know what you're trying to say, but you needn't. All that's settled, long ago. Nothing can change it now. So far as I'm concerned, it simply doesn't count. Understand?" "Oh!" She uttered a little gasp, still gazing at him; then suddenly her eyes fell before his. Her whole form seemed to crumple. She laid her face down upon his hand. "Oh, Tiggie -- Tiggie:" she whispered brokenly. "Was there ever--anyone --like you?" He removed his hand hastily. He wanted to find words to comfort her, but a lump rose In his throat, defeating him. Her helpless grief moved him as nothing had ever moved him before. Looking down upon her, he thought of a white flower hung wantonly into the mire of the highway. And he wanted to stoop and gather her up close in his arms; but something prevented him. It was as if a voice spoke within him, bidding him begone. He touched her shoulder with a gentle awkwardness, swallowed the obstruction in his throat, and spoke. "Go to bed, child! You're worn out --finished. We'll talk again In the morning." With the words he gave her a soft pat and turned away. Yet at the door he paused, looking back at the slight, bowed figure. She had not moved. She was not weeping; But her crouched posture In its very stillness made him see again the white flower braised and broken and trampled underfoot. . . . His heart gave a hard, deep throb that seemed to stop his breath, and a power that he did not know stirred in his inmost soul. For a moment he stood halting uncertain--a stranger to himself, as a man who suddenly sees his own reflection at an unknown angle. Then with a flash of revelation understanding came, as it were linking him up again with the self he knew. And so, after that one lingering look he turned and went away., In his own room he stood still with eyes fixed and hands hard clenched at his sides. "My God!" he said. "How I love her!" He did not return to Harvey. Ho could not have endured any further talk even of an impersonal nature that night. He stayed in his own room--the room that was next to hers--and opening'the window wide, sat down before it, his arms upon the sill. ThÂ«re, with his face to the mysterious, unquenchable pallor of the summer night, he remained motionless for a long time. So it was true --Â«o it was true! The thought ought to have revolted him, but somehow he felt as if he had always known it. In the words of her halting, piteous confession, she had been caught-trapped. That strange quality of hers which had first attracted him-that apartness--spirituality--came from adversity, was the very flower and essence of suffering. And he had in a vague fashion recognized it without knowing whence it came. She was so young to have gone through so much, so young to have garnered already the sad wisdom that comes with age. With A vision made keen by the power within the insight of his faring lightly forth upon that terrible voyage of hers, little barque on the treacherous waters of life, fearless and trusting, unaware of the evil, sucking undercurrent which was so soon to overwhelm her. How could she have known? There had been no one to warn her. Her early life nati been spent in a backwater where no hint of evil had ever reached her. He could see her with that sharpened insight of his faring voyage of .hers, seeing only the rippling surface and the blue of the summer day. With a kind of grim intensity h,e followed her from light to dark, from calm to storm, from 'the safe harbor to the overwhelming chaos of deep i.aters whence there was no. return. He saw her wrecked, terrified and sinking, the great waves engulfing her. desperately springing for the only refuge within reach.--The only refuge! Again an unutterable something rose in his throat. If only he had been near her even then^-even then! O God, to have saved her from that further agony! The perspiration was standing on his forehead. The agony was within him also, twisting his very soul. Thus and thus had she suffered, and there had been none to help! And now at the end-as a. last resource--she had turned to him. And wherefore? Not for any strength of protection he had to offer; but because he was kind- and easy to deceive! And her heart had smitten her for the deed, as though she had tricked a child. For no other reason--nought but this! She had grown wise in suffering, but not till now had she brought herself to make use of the wisdom within her. She had come to him, had wrenched the very heart out of him to serve her need. And then she had repented. But too late--too late! Still with that pitiless clarity of vision he saw that repentance would not aerve. Nothing could undo that which had been done. Nothing could restore him to himself as he had been before that day. In her extremity she had acted, and it was not in him to blame her for what she had done. Yet he realized that it might well be that in the future he would reap no reward for that which he now so generously, so foolishly, offered. The thought came to Mm, but he instantly threw it aside. Life was like that. "II y a toujours 1'un qui baise et 1'un qui tourne la joue." Of what avail to consider that now ? He would infinitely rather be the one that gave, even receiving nothing again; though that in itself was unthinkable. Such love as his--love which survived every storm, en- NEED MONEY? PINE WILL LOAN YOU On furniture, autos, personal property or anything ol value to persons who have steady employment. LOANS UP TO 8300 Fay back In monthly Installments LOANS MADE SAME DAY OF APPLICATION C. L. Pine Loan Company Of Mason City Second Floor \Vslr Bldg. Phone 224 Big Sister Right Is Right HESAU.TWEPEV Y-YEAH,! SHE HAS. IP YOU'D LOST/ GOESS YOO'RE YOOR ONLY PET YQO'O / RlSHT. HE BE M\SHTY t"O GET wUtv\ BACK __j\ BACVC ALV. VOU? )Mv K\C5HT A"*! GEE ,BETH,00A'T TAKE H\Â»^ VET! BUT 1 'THOUGHT YOU e OCANG TO V) HIS VJÂ»NG GOT BtFORE VOE. KWEVM HE. \_WEO \S WIS LAST MEAL YOO OON'T OMDEUSTAMO. HE BELONGS TO SOME POOR LITTLE 6RU ^ iM TME COO*iTt3.Y. ..--Â·Copyright, 1934, by Central PreÂ» Association. 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AffirftfiON-Wrt r ifsir ALL RIGHTS!' /- ^ Â·Trlt UCEMSE NUMBER -I'M GOING 1b FIND our WHOS WHO AND \NHAT5 WHAT LIKE STTJANGEfcS TOO' Detective Etta By Paul Robinson dured every test^-must somehow, sometime, meet with its reward. What he sowed today, he would surely reap tomorrow, and in that reaping he would find his heart's desire. He could not grudge what he had given. Already he had begun to learn that it is in giving rather than receiving that the human soul finds its fulfillment. Had Tiggie been asked, he would probably have said that he was not a religious man, being too humble- minded to describe the simple faith within him by so high a name. He would have said that he only prayed when he wanted anything, and his wants were few. But tonight the want in him moved him to an unwonted effort, and when at laet he rose from that long silent review of actualities and possibilities he stood for a moment in thought, then went solidly down on his knees at the open window. "O God," he said, "help me to play the game, and keep me from making a mess of things!" Then he went to bed and slept. In the morning came Harvey, slightly aggrieved, though full of good intentions. "You went to earth very soon last night," he said. "I hope all's well?" "I hope so too," said Tiggie placidly. Harvey's satirical grin leaped across bis thin features. "Begun to think better of it yet?" "No," said Tiggie. "Have you told her of the pleasure in store?" pursued Harvey. "No," said Tiggie again with unruffled composure. "I didn't see the sense of rushing things." "You're a rum fish," said Harvey. "Well, what's the program?" "I may be in a position to tell you after breakfast," said Tiggie. Harvey took the hint. His green eyes even smiled appreciation. "Well, send for me if you need support!" Tiggie completed bis toilet with thoughtful precision. There was no hint of excitement about him, only a species of grimly settled and rocklike determination which might or might not have been of a wholly peaceful origin. When he was ready he went out Into the passage and knocked at the door next to his. The communicating door 1-e wholly ignored. (TO BE CONTINUED) IOWA FIFTH IN PWA PROJECTS Out of 825 Jobs Completed All Over Nation 33 Are in State. By RUBY A. BLACK Globe-Gazette Washington Bureau WASHINGTON -- Iowa ranked fifth among all the states in number of PWA highway projects actually completed, the PWA announced Monday. Out of 825 projects completed throughout the country, 33 were in Iowa. Minnesota leads with 90, Texas is second wtih 68, Maine third with 67, Ohio fourth with 46. In addition to the 825 completed, 3,948 other projects are now under construction, 5,997 have been awarded for construction, and 6,742 have been advertised for contract or begun by day labor under state high- way'author! tics. Social Worker Heard. GENEVA--The Geneva Township Farm Bureau women held their last all day meeting at the Roberts home. The 35 present heard Mrs. Eleanor Button explain her work as county social worker. The next meeting will be with Mrs. Fred Ben- niag the afternoon of April 10. "All the world Is in the same boat nowadays," asserted a speaker the other day. We don't seem to have advanced then since the days of Noah.--Punch, London. /JOAH NUMSKUU. YOU CALL. A STEPSN STSl-UA E^SUEST- COMANCHE, OKCA, DEAIS. NOAMÂ»ARE NATIVES OP -TMS CANARY ISi_AND3, SOOD SlNeeS? (PASS -TOE BiitosEeB) Toi-ECC. O. i THE^ FIRST STAGE COACH GIVE THE INDIANS BRICK BRADFORD IN THE crrv BENEATH THE SEA By William Ritt and Clarence Grajj BRICK HAS CONV1MCED CUVCHA OFAMARU'5 DKNSER. T06E1iER. THEY VISIT THE IMCA AND THE PRINCESS PLEADS WITH HER FATHER TO HEED BICK'S, WARMING. 1 1 STILL CAM NOT BELIEVE THE YACAS WOULD ATTACK; HARK.'THE DRUMS OF WAR/ WE ARE 1UBOU6HOIJT THE CRYSTAL CITY THUNDERS THE OMIMOUS BEAT OF THE' WAR , DRUMS- THE HEARTS OF AMARU IS , INVADED,'!