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Mason City, Iowa
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Thursday, April 12, 1934
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THURSDAY, APRIL 12, 1934 MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE THE OLD HOME TOWN By STANLEY IU.TEL.UVOU WHAT , MR.ROBIMSOM DADWLl. PAYOUft BILL S»vTURDAV AS ALWAYS BUTYOUCAN CjNB ME THE SACK OP CANBV NOW! CHAPTER 39 TIGGIE FOUND a perch above the splashing water and sat down. Again his hand went to his pocket for his pipe, and again it came out empty. It might have helped him to smoke, tut he could not while Viola lay there dying. He looked around him, but from where he sat he could not see the cottage though it was close at hand. A great outstanding boulder hid it from view. He leaned forward and bowed his head on his rands. Dying! Dying! And what was death? A darkness--a sleep--a forgetting? But she had said she would not forget him--even when she was dead; and he was sure that she had meant it. Only her need of him would be over then. He groaned aloud. When once the slender thread that bound her to earth was broken, she would never need him again, and it was her need, her pathetic dependence upon him, that had first won his heart. Back again over the old ground his thoughts wandered. He saw her standing alone by the deck rail, pale, shy, hesitating, not daring to appeal; yet how overwhelmingly in need of help! He saw her poised like a bird about to take wing into the dim vastness, though so terribly afraid of the deep waters, He clasped her again in his rams, felt her piteous sobbing against his breast, knew, himself her only protector in a hard, uncaring world. And now she was faring forth alone once more whither he could not accompany her. She was not even . sorry to be going, while to him, left behind, must come the anguish of bereavement. How deep, that anguish was only he himself could ever know. In that hour he faced it, and dumbly realized that he woulld never be the same again. The indelible, mark of a great sorrow would be upon him and life would have lost its savor forever. For this love that had come to him was beyond his understanding inasmuch as it was greater than himself. It dwarfed everything of which he had had previous experience. It blotted out all ordinary things. It ·was not so much that she had wound herself about his heart by her soft and feminine appeal. She had become the very mainspring of his life --the one essential of existence. She possessed him in a fashion which he could not have explained or deemed possible. She was as it were a part of himself which he had never hitherto realized. She had touched a hidden spring within his own soul of which he had never dreamed, which indeed--but for her--had never been. And now, whichever way he turned, her image rose before him--his spirit-love already out of reach, never indeed wholly within it, and now winging out of sight, forever lost to him, to be henceforth only a memory, haunting, elusive, undying, leaving his life a desert. Oddly, almost unconsciously, he began to look forward. He saw himself going back to the life he had led before he had met her, pictured the troopship that would take him hack, breathe again the atmosphere of military discipline, military society--his world and not hers. Would he forget her even for a moment when the old sights and sounds and doings surounded him? Would he be able even for a fraction of time to stifle the misery at his heart with the distraction of his normal life, or fill the awful emptiness in his heart with work or pastime? He knew he would not. Wherever he went in the future, the desolation would go with him. However he might smooth the surface, the depth would " remain troubled. He might eventually grow used to his sorrow as--perhaps--a blind man grows used to the darkness; but it could never cease to be. His lif was completely changed. Something had come into it, something had gon out. And with that mystic cominj and going, the world had become a different place in his eyes. He wa too old to talce any other view. H knew that he would never love again --just as he knew that he had neve really loved before. This--this tha was BO infinitely greater than pas slon--could never come twice to anj man or woman. It came at all onl; to the few, and he had never though that he would have been of the num her. Perhaps he had never quit believed in it till ^ now. Perhaps i was given only to' those who knew it to believe. But once known, there was no denying it. It stood out al down the centuries--the Divine Mir acle--passionless, ageless, deathless ye S _deathless! This thing was greater than death. It led on to that which was beyond. Mortality and immortality were its slaves. Eter nity was its abiding place. It was greater than Death. He raised his head as though voice had suddenly spoken to him He stood up on his rock--a square unromantic figure--and faced thi sun above him. "Yes," he said. "Yes." And hi spoke as a man speaks to his God "It's greater than Death." * * # It was several minutes later tha he turned with a quiet purpose and left the spot. A child's figure was running to him along the beach. Hi went, unfaltering, steady as the dock on which he trod, to meet it. Joyce, panting and dishevelled finally flung herself against him "Oh, Uncle Tiggie, the other doctor's come, and you're wanted. But daddy says, come quietly. Don't run too fast! There's something you can do." He took her hand. It was though an answer had come to the prayer he had not been able to utter "Thank God!" he said very deeply and steadfastly, "I'll come and do it." a * * At the entrance to the cottage Joyce left him. "Daddy told me not to come in," she said. Tiggie entered alone, and was utmost immediately joined by Spot. The look of strain had not gone from the iatter's face, though he smiled at Bight of his friend. "Oh good fellow! They said you were close by. Look here! I've operated, and that is all satisfactorily over. But the exhaustion is very great. The local doctor is here. He doesn't think she can weather it. But there's just a chance left. Come in here!" He drew Tiggie into the little sitting room and looked at him critically. "There's something I can do," said Tiggie. "Yes, there is. Spot still looked at him with a searching, appraising eye. "But I've got to sound you first --make sure you're fit. If not we must try and get someone else. Afraid I'm no good. The East has jot into my constitution." "Do you think I'd stand by and let you?" said Tiggie with a sudden gleam in his eyes. "No. I don't, happening to know you." Spot's voice had a very kindly note. "Well, let's get on with it! I've got to make sure your heart's In the right place first--though I admit I shall be very surprised if it 'sn't." "Thank you for that!" said Tiggie, as he stripped off his coat. Spot's examination was a very Drief one. Quiet and composed as was, ne conveyed the Impression :hat there was very little time to be lost, while Tiggie, mutely submissive, gave no cause for delay. "You're all right," was Spot's ver- NEED MONEY? PINE WILL LOAN YOU On furniture, autos, personal property or anything of value to persons who have steady employment. LOANS UP TO $300 Fay back In monthly installments LOANS MADE SAME DAY OF APPLICATION C. I«. Pine Loan Company Of Mason City Second Floor Weir Kldg. Phone Z'U AND "3 WAX CANUAVE MOST tM'KVTvWS SHE V/M-JXS BUT POO. AU-TaAT TP Sister Poor Little Rich Girl Byles Forgrave High Pressure Pete An Optical Illusion GCOO-BYE.'SAU.-f .I'M I NNEU. I W£TH I OOR POOR UTTU6 GlRl. p GLAD PECKV'S HOME I [TURMEP OPT TO BE A RVCW UTTLE SVRL k AGAlM 0VJTT TarziH t~z^~ ~~~* T DvON'Y '5V\S?^ii BUT NHEN 1 UOOVED AT POOR LAME Lvt-TLE \NVTrt HER CttvJTCH 1 . HER t)AO KAAV HPME LOT5 OF AS5OTMV GRfeNO TWO GOOD LESS AS w ARE VOO-KE TUACT »s VP MONEY W-OME. Copyright, 1934, by Central Press Association, Inc. ·^TICK'7 (DOT W MWO WHEWE« We 1 * "60KSP, Uf I HAP TO LEAV ASg0AL.U PRACTICE ARL.V. 0UTI WANT To PlWD OUT .HOUJ THAT WHO WAS RUM OOUUM IS GTOMG AUOMQ. JJOTTHE M/AIM«f$ ,!/ KEN , KEWCOU.IMS )l COLLINS: HELLO, OUT/MEe... s Frank Merriwell at Yale , ,, T i I'tUBPOUT e IM /k few PAf/5, Meet Mr. Collins BurtL. Standish . o UCZ.Y \ "to VASW PER VERSE-UP ·=· "too CArA "STAV HoV\£ ! Muggs McGinnis SD X CAM Go To THE If Wishes Were Horses ' . Copyright. 1934, by Central Press Association. Inc. "THENRE GAINING SOCN H AN e CHAINS ^OUrZ. ANKLES' I'LL JUST LET LlfilE FRESH Airz our or HIS TIRES.' VJt'LL CATCH 'EM ON TH Etta Kelt Air Minded SURE HAS NEttME ID Hf\K3 ON THAT LIKE THAT.' I GODS MAH DONT HIT MS QIRLL S /^* Paul Robinson let; "sound as a bell." And Tiggie stood up and fastened is collar without a sign of agita- on. Never in his life had he fum- led less. O new strength had come o him during that terrible hour of ·aiting. Perhaps it had always lain ormant within him, awaiting op- ortunity. Aa he followed Spot from room he moved with the quiet assurance of a man who had put ail oubts and misgivings behind .him, uod was ready to face the utmost xtremity that life could offer un- inching. Even when he looked once more pon the death-white, unconscious ace of tlie only being on earth that mattered to him, he gave no hint of altering, and the old country doc- or who had come to Spot's aid be- .owed a glance of shrewd admira- on upon him. He was not accus- omed to a self-control as complete s this. He might have deemed him hlegmatic but for one thing. Aa iggie took up his position in ac- ordanee with Spot's instructions, e laid his hand for a moment on ie pale forehead of the girl into ·hose veins hia own blood was to ow, and in that simple action hs eemed dumbly to offer all that he ad. As Spot had said, there was just chance; but it would be hours here they could know with any cer- ainty whether success would attend lis effort to seize it. So low had ie vitality sunk that it might icker out at any moment like a lent match. He said as much to Tiggie when, ie ordeal over, he drew him down- airs and made him rest on a couch hile a meal was brought in. Tiggie, somewhat shaken but still holly master of himself, made val- nt and characteristic response. "You haven't taken nearly enough out of me. Let's have another go presently!" Spot laid a kindly hand upon him. "My dear chap, no! You've done your bit, and no one could do more. No, it's just a question of hanging on now. She may do it. She's young. Anyway, everything possible has been done to help her." "You mean it's up to her now?" Said Tiggie. "To a certain extent, yes," admitted Spot. "There's a lot In the will to live, you know. I'm not sure that she has it very strongly." He gave Tiggie a glance of some significance with the words. "Look here! What about that husband of hers? He ! ought to be informed." "Oh, shut up!" aaid Tiggie with weary impatience. "Let's stick to one thing at a time!" 'But I say!" protested Spot. "Suppose the worst happened! Suppose she--" Tiggie's eyes suddenly came to his and in them he saw again the unaccustomed light of battle. "Just stop supposing," he said, "if you don't mind! As to letting him know, I wouldn't If I could and I couldn't if I would. I'm not going to say any more than that." "Oh, he's a wrong 'un, is he?" said Spot. "Bo you know, I suspected something. I told you so, didn't I?" "You're always suspecting," grumbled Tiggie. "But it's beside the point, I tell you. Get her well! That's all that matters. There's no need to bother about anything else till you've done that." "AH right," Spot quitted the subject with obliging promptitude. "It's for you to say. Anyhow, you've done the lion's share in saving her. And now you just give in and be quiet like a good fellow,' It's been a pretty big strain on you, and you've got to make up for it. Understand?" "I'll be as quiet as you like," Tiggie said. "But I'm going to stay within call. And you've got to promise to call me if there's any change." Spot looked at him again, as if there were something about him with which he was not quite familiar, and again conceded the point. "Whatever you like," he said, "so long as you behave rationally and take care of yourself. I don't want you on my hands too, remember." "You won't have me," said Tiggie with blunt confidence. But though he thus asserted himself, he was in fact considerably exhausted by all that he had undergone, and it was with relief that he finally obeyed Spot's mandate and took a rest. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Dubuque Has Cheaper Rate Now on Parcel Post From Chicago CHICAGO, April 11. CrP--For- merly, it cost S1.47 to send a 70 pound parcel post package from Chicago to Dubuque. Now, it costs only 84 cents. The reason: Dubuque has a new postoffice--which is in zone 2 in relation to Chicago. Formerly it was just within zone S. The zones are based on a mileage radius. Former Resident Buried. NEW HAMPTON, April 11.--Funeral services were held at the Sacred Heart church, Waterloo, Tuesday morninp, for Mrs. Kate Delsing, 77, former local resident. BRICK BRADFORD IN THE PITT BENEATH THE SEA By William Ritt and Clarence Graj; 1 SWEET CHASCA. , LOVELY CUVCHA- LET TWE LOVE OF YOUR FATHECi COME OW.MANCO - I CAN'T] BEAR.TO SEETHE INCA ) BID MIS DAUGHTERS FOREVER SURROUND AND PROTECT YOU-TOR, LITTLE ONES MOW I SAY GOODBYE..' - WE'LL GRAB A BATTLE AX-/ JAGUAR. GUARD, BRAVE FRIEND.' CopyrisM. 133*. by Central AMD MOW MY BATTLE AX FIGHT BESIDE MY PEOPLE.'

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