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Mason City, Iowa
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Friday, April 13, 1934
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FRIDAY, APRIL 13,1934 MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE [THE OLD HOME TOWN By STANLEY CHAPTER 40. Tiggie had meant to remain awake and on guard throughout the afternoon, hut nature was too strong for him. Spot, peering in through the window while taking a half hour of much needed relaxation himself a little later, smiled to see him stretched out in deep slumher, and rejoined his wife on tiptoe. "Sleeping like a baby. Do him no end of good. Just what he wants." "Poor dear Tiggie!" murmured Helen maternally. "He really has had a rotten time. I suppose you haven't heard how he and that eccentric brother-to-law of his got bold of her?" "Not a word," said Spot. "I only know the stepbrother at Putney is an impossibility. And," with a sidelong glance, "I rather gather the husband is too." "Ob, do you?" said Helen. "You taow, I always wondered." "So do I," said Spot. "But my curiosity on that point has not been gratified, now-- as far as I can see --is it likely to be." Helen sighed. "Poor little thing! She's so alone." "Not at all!" said Spot. "There's Tiggie." Helen sighed again. "That makes it worse, doesn't it? You know, dear, -I- can't help . thinking-- fearing -- " "It's no good doing either," said Spot. "You can't help them-- either of them. Tiggie's a gentleman. That's the only safeguard. He'd cut Us throat sooner than do anything shabby." "Oh, but I'd rather he did anything than that!" protested Helen. "I've got so fond or her-- of them .both. It's a terribly sad world, isn't it?" "Rotten," said Spot "But we can't Ho more than stand by, either of us. The poor girl may sink in any case, and if she does, it may be for the best; but God help poor Tiggie!" "God help them both-- either way!" said Helen gently. Tiggie's sleep was profound, and lasted until even the late daylight of the summer day had begun to wane. The cottage was very .still. The local doctor had departed. The children, with the exception of Joyce who crept in to have tea with her father while Helen joined the rest on the shore, were not allowed to enter the tiny flagged garden. . Joyce, fully conscious of her favored position, poured out the tea sitting by Spot's side in the little porch and talked in whispers of the day's happenings. The children hac all been good-- very, very good-- all the afternoon. Peter was getting so brave, and actually paddled by him' self when he thought no one was looking, though of course, she was really watching him all the time. A soft ripple of laughter here, instantly suppressed! And Jenny Wren had been simply no trouble and hac gone to sleep on a rug on the beach just as usual, as if she had been la her perambulator. She too had pad died afterwards a- weeny bit, holding on to Joyce. At least she had kickei the water and laughed, which hac been very funny. And the long, thin man who was Uncle Tiggie's friend had come up and asked how old sh was and whether she was a fairj child or just an ordinary human being. She, Joyce, had tola him tha she didn't think fairies had children and anyhow, Jenny Wren belonge to them, and he had said that the had better look after her and min the fairies didn't steal her. But hi eyes had twinkled all the time, an so she knew he was only laughing And then he had picked up Jenn Wren who had pulled hig beard an kicked him, all in fun. There wa more carefully suppressed werr ment here. And he hadn't minded bit but had sat right down and let iem bury him right up to his shoulders in the sand. Jack and Peter had loved it. And when they were tired he had told them a story, all about hobgoblins whom he called the Little People, and he seemed to know so much about them that she thought he must somehow belong to them himself. He had funny crooked eyebrows, too, which made him different from most people she had met. Daddy really ought to see him. Perhaps he was a wizard! He did look like one. "Well, mind he doesn't turn you and Jenny Wren into white mice," cautioned Spot, "or I shall have to buy a cage to keep you in. I must meet this gentleman and ask him to keep his spells to himself." . This delighted Joyce whose feminine mind relished a spice of mystery, and whose regard for the stranger had been considerably enhanced by his earier aloofness. They sat and talked for some time In low tones till Spot, having finished his pipe, rose to go up and look at his patient. "She is better, isn't she?" whis- jred Joyce, detaining him with a mch of wistfulness. "I can't say that yet," said Spot "She soon will be," said Joyce, odding -wisely. "Uncle Tiggie knows she will be too. That's why :'s sleeping so nicely." "Who told you that?" said Spot. But Joyce was overcome with udden shyness. She shook her head and ran away. Late that evening, when the shad- ws were turning into dusk, Tiggie woke and stretched himself with a rolonged yawn. It took him a mo- nent or two to recognize his sur- oundings, and when he did so he tumbled up, but had to sit down gain owing to a very unusual feeling of weakness. "By Jove, that's queer!" he said, taring before him half dazed. 4, small voice from the window eat accosted him. "Oh, Uncle Tig- jie, are you awake at last? I am so glad. Mummy said I might stay if I promised not to move. And here's something here that daddy says you are to take the minute you wake." "Good gracious, child!" said Tiggie. "However long have I been isleep? Is it tomorrow or the day after?" She came to him" through the ;loom, holding a glass with great care. "No, Uncle Tiggie, it's still today. And please will you drink this quick before you do anything else?" Tiggie took the glass, but he did not put it to his lips. Memory crowded back upon him, and he sat 'or a second or two almost afraid to speak. Then, "For goodness' sake tell me how she is!" he said. The child was standing by his side. She laid her hand on his knee. 'Aunt Viola's better," she said. Tiggie turned with a desperate movement. "You're sure? You're sure? They haven't sent you to tell me--anything else?" "I'm quite, -quite sure, Unce Tig- "·ie,"- said Joyce with much emphasis. "Daddy is just ever so pleased. But we knew, didn't we ? ' "Did we?" said Tiggie. He leaned back, feeling his heart gradually steady down while the blessed sensation of relief calmed all his senses. "Do please drink that before you spill it!" urged little Joyce. He lifted the glass obediently and drained it. She took it from him. "Yes, we did know Uncle Tiggie," she said seriously. "You know we did." He put his arm round her. Does daddy really think she'll be all right now?" he asked. She leaned against him. 'Yes, I heard him tell mummy. Better than he'd hoped for, he said. But we VS -avAE? *iOU -SHOOLO JUST -5EC. \rtORLO * W- COULD VlVSH FOR.. PO*WES» - «£'£ VJOT A POOR LVTTLE S\RU HER VAOMtl AA. BV PLAY A-SVO- Not to Be Envied By Les Forgrave Copyright. 1934, by. CentralJTca Association. Inc «IOW6 Voo HtvJe. - HOOKS Pressure Pete ' 7 '.·.·'VyV^ Copyright. 1934. by Central Prti 1 SOR.TOF..AWU...-TWTO PITCH. \^A ON vw/ Moo uieee ONE OF Frank Merriwell at Yale Frank's New Friend BurtL. Standish you've BEES! A MIGHT/GOOD y AMD VolA/fe STUDIED HAW ALL VfeAR-So £f TESERV IS* A ( 1HST6AD Muggs McGinnis The Gift Horse By Wally Bishop imvricht. 1934, by Central. Press Association. Inc. V4V-L. HOW WL)_ IT - AND AM I SAFE!! VOU TO HANG ON W a u N N i M G CoA^D OF THAT QANDIT7 CAfZ-.! WE.RENT OUT COMGTHE VIOODS pCTUES. AU.CNEK. cur our TH., WISECRACKS,' Thrill of a Lifetime! By Paul Robinson NEED MONEY? PINE WILL LOAN YOU On furniture, autos, personal property or »nytWng of value to persons who have steady employment. LOANS UP TO $300 Pay back In monthly Installments LOANS MADE SAME DAY OF APPIJCATION C. L. Pine Loan Company Of Mason City Second Floor \Veir Bids. pllone -4 knew last night, didn't we, Uncle Tiggie? We knew it was going to be all right." She waited for his answer and Tiggie replied at length, his voice low half ashamed. "I didn't, Joyce. It was no good. I tried to put my back into it, but I couldn't. I was too, afraid." "Oh, poor Uncle Tiggie!" She reached up to kiss him. "But you see it was all right all the time. You won't be afraid any more, will you? Promise!" He kissed her fervently. "Bless you, little girl!" he said. "Yes, I'll play the game now. I'll be brave." She slipped from his encircling arm. "I'm going to bed now. It's Betting late. Good night, Uncle Tiggie! She'll soon be well now." She opened the door softly and was gone. Tiggie sat for a few moments in the darkness, not stirring. Then he got up ana looked out through the open window over the pearly sea. The evening star hung above, shimmering In the 'falling light, and a great peace lay all around. He stood quite motionless for a space, and then at length as It were in instinctive salute his hand went up to his forehead. "Thank you," he said simply and bluntly, and turned away. He wag never a man of many words, _ and there was nothing else to be said. When Tiggie saw Viola again, there was a faint tinge of color in her white face, and though so weak that she could barely lift her hand she was able to give him a smile of welcome. He had been given 10 mmutea only by Spot, who was Inclined to be autocratic, but he made no attempt to spend them in idle talk. He merely, sat beside her, holding the delicate wrist and sometimes stroking the nerveless fingers that scarcely responded to his touch. There was no sense of embarrassment between them. They had drifted into calm waters, and the storm was spent. When he asked if she were better, she assented, and once, just before he left, she spoke of her own accord. Thank you for coming--for all you've done. I'll try not to be--any more trouble now." "Try to get well--that's all that matters," said Tiggie. And her faint smile seemed to convey a promise. He left her, feeling happier than he had felt for months. (TO BE CONTINUED.) nd add., city of Clear Lake, 4-6-34. Robertson, J. M., sheriff, to Equitable Life Assurance society of he U. S. $7564.56 N% SB 25-94-20, 4-2-34. Morgan, J. J., to Frank E. Schmidt 51 1, 15 B 6 Law's add., Mason City, 3-24-34. Morgan, J. J. et al to Frank B. Schmidt SI L 14 B 6 Law's ad_d., Mason City, 3-24-S4. How fortunate that exercise does not make all muscles hard. Think of having a tongue like castiron.-- Wisconsin State Journal. Real Estate Transfers Helmer, Herman and wf. to James M. Hill and Jennie G. $1 QCD j 10 B 9 Tenney's add. Village of Sorth Plymouth 4-7-34. 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