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Wednesday, April 18, 1934
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WEDNESDAY, APRIL 18, 1934 MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE [THE OLD'HOME TOWN By STANLEY I CHAPTER 44 TIGGIE AT that moment was in deeper water, having left the children behind for his final swim before coming in. He was lying on his hack in a great patch of sunlight, kicking up showers of spray, somewhat like a gigantic infant in its bath. "Look at him!" ejaculated Harvey. "Could anyone picture anything more sublimely comic? He really ought to do tank turns at the Hippodrome. The human hippopotamus, what? He's mistaken his vocation." Yet while he spoke his gaze was not on the object of these slighting allusions, but riveted upon the delicately flushed face of the invalid on the couch. And she was smiling oddly, spiritually, as though moved to exaltation by what she saw. "My idea of him!" she said again, as though his words of careless disparagement had failed to reach her. "He is the--greatest man I have ever known. There is something about him--I don't know what--that I've never seen--in anyone else. I think it is--Divine." She stopped, breathing quickly, as though words wore hard to find. "Yes--yes?" said Harvey. He was leaning forward in his chair gazing at her with that queer hunger in his eyes which Spot had noted a little earlier. The mockery had wholly gone. He seemed to be dominated by some influence that drove him--and posessed him--like a drug. "What makes you think that, I wonder? Is he really different? Or la it only you who see him with different eyes?" Viola answered him slowly, as if mesmerized. She was watching the distant figure with parted lips. "I don't know," she said again. "It may be--that no one else--has had the chance to see him--as I do. It may be given--to me only--to see the utter goodness--of his soul." "That means you love him," said Harvey, and there was about the quietly uttered remark something of the nature of a lighted taper deliberately held to the edge of an inflammable material. He watched for the result as a boy might watch for the rapid flare of a beacon. And he did not watch in vain. A great wave of color went suddenly over Viola, transforming her, in a fashion revivifying her. All the weariness and pain and disillusions of the past fell from her like an impeding cloak swiftly cast aside. She raised herself with a curious gesture, gazing upward as though she saw a vision. And the painter started forward in his chair with a half choked exclamation, as though he saw one also. Slowly her look came downward, seeming to narrow again to the confines of earthly limits. It sought once more the gleaming waters of the bay through which Tiggie was now solidly wending his way ashore. She sank back exhausted, panting, but the smile still played about her quivering lips. She whispered a few words which to any but Harvey would have seemed meaningless. . "Isn't it strange," she said, "how --we can go through life--without seeing the glory?" V * * It was strange that the renewed acquaintance with its semi-antagonistic element should ripen into anything apfoaching friendship; yet so it was, though two days elapsed before Harvey approached the invalid again. During those two days he was practically invisible to the world at large, even Tiggie barely catching sight of him in the bar- parlor at night on hia own way to bed. Tiggie thought that he was drinking heavily and prepared to remonstrate with him in the morning. But when the morning came, Harvey's place was empty and the remonstrance went unuttered. The golden weather was beginning to change. The southerly breeze was veering to the west, and Joe Penny said that it would blow before the week was over. He added that there was a patchy time ahead which might last out the moon, he shouldn't wonder. He hadn't quite liked the look of her the night before last when she was new. To this lore Tiggie listened with politeness though with no great conviction; for the sun still shone with unabated brilliance though the sky was flecked here and there with shreds of fleecy cloud. But on the morning of the sec- cnd day there was more evidence of the coming change, and when Spot installed Viola in her corner he gave Helen strict injunctions to keep a sharp lookout on the weather. He himself was accompanying the nurse over the moor to the junction whence she was taking a train for London, since skilled nursing was no longer needed by the invalid who was beginning slowly but resolutely to do a little for herself. Tiggie read the local paper by her side as usual, and they talked together in their customary desultory fashion about anything in general and nothing in particular, idling the time away together in the contentment of complete accord. Viola remarked, not for the first time, that she was very lazy, but then, as Tiggie ever failed to point out, Spot had prescribed laziness, so it became a virtue. Though they never acknowledged it to each other, they were both dwelling on those peaceful summer days with the relief which only the storm-driven can ever know. To have nothing to do, nothing to battle against, was to each 61 them as if they had found a temporary resting place in the outer courts of paradise. They did not speak of their mutual sense of bliss. Perhaps they felt that it was too new or too transient for expression. Neither did they speak of the future. There was time enough for that. "Get well first!" had always been Tiggie's watchword, and not for worlds would he have raised any discussion that might impede that gradual progress. He realized that the peace of her surroundings went far towards the healing of both mind and body. To read her quiet welcome in her eyes each morning was the greatest joy that life held for him and with every renewal of their intercourse he became more fully assured of the improvement that was taking place. The fact that Spot actually proposed to be absent for a whole day spoke for itself. He had taken Jack and a fishing rod with him, and their departure combined with Harvey's continued absence made the place seem unusually quiet. The two little ones played peaceably on the beach with their nurse, and Joyce was helping her mother inside the cottage. She appeared in the middle of the morning with a tumbler of milk for Viola and stood softly talking for a little, while the invalid drank it. "Mummy won't let us bathe today," she said presently. "She thinks there's going to be a storm." "Shouldn't wonder if she's right," said Tiggie. "Hadn't you better get youn over before it comes?" suggested Viola. "I don't know. Think so?" He looked at his watch and stretched himself. "Do I want washing today, Joyce?" "I expect you do," said Joyce seriously. "It's very warm." He laughed. "Practical anyway. Run and tell your mother that if she'll let you come too I'll look after you and bring you safely back!" 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 Pay back In monthly Installments LOANS MADE SAME DAY OF APPLICATION C. L* Pine Loan Company Of Mason City Second Floor Yl'nlr Uidg. Phone 224 Sister It Has Approval ByLes Forgrave Pressure Pete Only Next Door By George Swan Frank Merriwell at Yale Frank Does His Stuff By BurtL. Standish Muggs McGinnis The Easier Way! By Wally Bishop Etta Kett Lost His Nerve By Paul Robinson VOUERE. VS -SUE,? T. MOST HM. VMRfVs TVUS I THW «4tU« BOOK? AM mJrtWVOV4 TO CHTU TO CONVt VVSVT ·SALLY HOYT. SHELL,ISN'T Tv^fcT FINE 1 . BETW HASN'T TOUD _^ NAE OF HOV3 BETH VllVA. ENJOY VT. t COULD ·SEE THW SHE A.HO ·S^UV.Y TOOK TO ^a«j--r 1 T r"\»fi*.\*-r' *»^ -^£*. A»4D VT'S JU-ST E.XACTUV NEEDS. A.*»O WEV.P HER. GET EXPECT TUVS. fo«-fte. ure. OP \ov_e. RICH-WE'Vie- wer flOME^ -15 NO voe. -SHODUO . WHEN HEM, TPX\ OS -To THE- "HoTCHPv HOTCHft VO£.'L\- rSOrre. IN THE- IF VOU KeeP UP TKNTUJORIO, i HE , Tflle COACHING TKW ) GAVE MS S/W, You WHIFFED FOOP.TEM Voo AU;AV" ; X GoTTA. OMCLE. HELL "Do Trte JoB Copyright. 1934. by Central Press Association. Inc. LISTEN eftA-l'M SICK:or PLANING SECOND FIDDLE- FOR THK5 OTHER. 801 fO!2--rtlO CENTO ID QVir-- VOU'LL. NEMEe GET ID FIRST BASE WTH HEF2 UNLESS Vou GET UP ON HIND LEGS -BE INDEPENDENT NEGLECT HEK -- FQOE PHIL-HE LETS WEU-.MAKEUPVOUft MIND-ir-(OU AieENf COMING SUNDAN -LET ME KNOW WANT'S A DATE / MAKE A DOOR MAT our OF HIM Hes GOT ABOUT AS BACKBONE" _ AS A BANANA .' f VVATCH ME INS QEEM A, Joyce's eyes^shone. To have Uncle Tiggie all to herself in the water was a treat not to be foregone. "I'll go and ask her," she said, taking 1 the empty tumbler. "How nice of you!" said Viola as she skipped away. "She is such a little mother to the rest that I often think she has less fun than any of them." ; 'She's a dear little soul," said Tiggie. "It isn't at all nice of me. I enjoy it." She smiled at him, "Yes, but that's where your niceness comes in. JTou always enjoy doing kindnesses." "Oh, I say!" protested Tiggie, covering himself up with the newspaper. "Or if you don't, you have a wonderful way of pretending you do," she persisted in her gentle way. "I'm sorry to be embarrassing, but --you see--it's true." "Whose spectacles are you looking through?" demanded Tiggie, emerging, somewhat-red in the face. "No spectacles at all," she answered quietly. "I'm only looking-with eyes that see." Tiggie shook his head at her. "I'm not sure your eyes are to be trusted. You haven't seen me in my selfish moments yet. You'll know me better some day." Her eyes still smiled at him though there was something veiled in their look. "I wonder," she said, "if I shall." Joyce here broke in on them, calling from a window. "It's all right, Uncle Tiggie, mummy says I may. So I'm undressing now." "Right!" said Tiggie. "I'll go and do the same. Meet you on the beach!" He got up with the words, but paused a moment by the side of the couch. A strange awkwardness possessed him. as if he were in -the presence of some unknown influ- ence with which he was by no means fitted to cope. "I hope you won't run away with the idea that I'm anything out of the ordinary," he said in a low voice. "Don't--please don't!" He did not look at her as he uttered this appeal, which was so earnest that when her soft laugh answered it he was surprised and even slightly aggrieved. But the next moment her hand feeling for h ; banished everything but a sudden wild rush of devotion that made him speechless. He clasped the slender fingers with a gigantic effort to appear normal. Her voice reached him on a sigh that caught and banished her laugh. "Dear--dear Tiggie," she said, "don't forget that no one else can ever see you as I do! There! You must go. Joyce will be waiting." She slipped her hand away, and he knew that for some reason she did not want him to linger. He blundered from her side in silence, and tramped down to the inn for his bathing kit, cursing himself for not knowing how to persuade her to revise her point of view. (TO BE CONTINUED) Real Estate Transfers Hansen, Christena and husband to Helen Hansen 51. NVs lots 3 * n 3 4 . block 3, railroad addition, Clear Lake. Aug. 29, 1929. Hansen, Christena and husband, to Axel L. Hansen, 51. SV 2 lots 1 and 2, block 11, railroad addition, Clear Lake. May 13, 1930. Keeler, H. B. and wife, to First National bank, Mason City, $1. Q. C. D. lot 6, auditor's plct of lot 16 in NW NE 10-96-20. Dec. 6, 1933. Robertson, J. M., sheriff, to First National bank, Mason City, ?2,807..- 11. Lot 6 in auditor's plat of lot 6 in NW NE 10-96-20. April 9, 1934. Tait, Lloyd B. wf. to F- A. Fud- den $1.00 L 2 B 10 Grand View Add. M. C. March 20, 1934. Snyder C. I. and wf. to Thomas M. Woldmoe and wf. $1 S 42 ft. Lota 1, 2 and 3 ex W 48 ft L3 all in B 9 Parker's Third add M. C. 3-19-34. Kepley G. K. and wf. to Thomas M. Woldmoe and wf. §1 QCD S 42 ft. Lots 1, 2 and 3 ex. W. 48 ft L 3 all in B 9 Parker's Third Add. M. C. 11-21-32. /(OAK NUMSKUU, D £ A T a N O A M = ! F I FEED CAN I F I N D HIM W THE- DARK ? , WIO)J NOAH= WHEN RATS EAT POISON, DO THEV SET A BDRNINQ DESiltE To To J.M.PRYOI*, ;MIWJ. SEND IN VoUR: N U M B NOTIONS To DEAR NOA.H? BRICK BRADFORD Di THE CITY BENEATH THE SEA William Ritt and Clarence I'M GOING MfOJANCE TO ESCAPE.' SLAVES , AWAIT MY RETURN/ THERE SO HASTA AND 7.ANE IKTO THE GREAT GATES - I WONDER- I'VE GOT TO GET IMTO AMARU 50MEHOUJ SEE IF BRICK IS THERE CAPTAtM WOWT MEED HIS ARMOR ANYMORE.

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