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April 19, 1934

The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 23

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THURSDAY, APRIL 19, 1934 MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE THE OLD HOME TOWN By STANLEY ILL TBUU YOU WHAT DO, MI* ROB |T-1 BUYIN' A POUND O'TUB BUTTER N'YOU PUT IT IN ONE O^ THOSE PRETTY ' GONNA HAVE COMPANY. SEE? CHAPTER 45 In the cool waters of the bay Tiggie recovered his self-possession and told himself it was all a joke which he had been a fool to take seriously. It was perfectly natural that Viola should want to play with him a little, try her woman's wiles upon him, now that she was feeling better. He would take it as a sign of approaching convalescence and give no further thought to it. For to be idealized In any way v/as a state of affairs quite Intolerable to his honest soul, and in his own opinion no one deserved it less. What he had done had been done because of the love he had for her. He had been literally driven to it, and he could not have pictured himself following any other course. But--so ran his chivalrous thought--he must not tell her so. That could only distress her, make her feel more hopelessly than ever in his debt It might be that already she suspected it, was trying to make some return--trying perhaps to school herself into transforming her gratitude into some semblance of womanly love--trying to give him back his own. That thought tortured Tiggie and he thrust it away and turned himself into a dolphin for the delighted Joyce to ride the waves upon. She could only do so by clinging desperately to his neck and nearly choking him, but as he would not take her out of her depth his own progress was a safe if grovelling one on hands and knees through the ripples. He finally left her to play alone while he went for one good swim, from which he returned refreshed and in a state of mind which he would have described as sane. They walked up from the shore hand in hand--the brown elf of a child dancing beside the bulky red figure of her playfellow around whom it would have been hard to weave any fairy magic. Harvey had once uncharitably told him that he was more like his namesake in bathing Mt than anything else on earth. They paused by a rock to don their mackintoshes, and Joyce, glancing up in the direction from which Tiggie for some reason was persistently averting his look, remarked, "Why, there's Uncle Puck in our garden--with Auntie Viola! What is he doing?" Tiggie's eyes shot upwards in an instant. The name was not unfamiliar to him. Harvey himself had supplied it with a sardonic chuckle a week before. He beheld him now £ - - ' - before his easel, which was established a few feet away from Viola's couch, his whole figure expressive of the most fevered intensity while he worked rapidly at the canvas in front of him. "He's painting Auntie Viola!" said Joyce in an awed tone. "And oh, how funny he looks!" "So he is!" said Tiggie. "Well, let's go and get dressed!" He saw the child start on her way up the cliff path, and turned himself in the direction of the inn. A curious sense of uneasiness went with him for which he would have found it hard to account--something connected with the poised eagerness of Harvey's attitude which was so totally different from his customary rather slovenly lounge. It was the hour for luncheon, but it was with a distinct effort of will that he made himself remain to partake of it. He was convinced that Harvey would make no appearance, and he was not mistaken. Save for an impecunious clergyman and his wife who were taking a five days' holiday at "The Sea Lion," and one or two pedestrians who had tramped in over the moor, he was alone. It had never been his custom to go up to the cottage in the afternoon, as Viola always rested till four, but when the meal was over he went straight out with his pipe and made his way to the shore whence her corner was visible, telling himself that in Spot's absence the string of discipline might be loosened. But he saw at once that the cottage garden was deserted. Only the empty couch remained. Somewhat reassured, he took the cliff path himself and started .off for a ramble along the grassy slopes that bordered the coast. The day had turned very hot, for the wind itself had lost its early coolness. There was not much of it, but it came occasionally in warm puffs from the westward, and a smoky haze hung over the sea which had a heavy leaden look, as though its ridged surface had congealed to solidity. There was no sound of breaking waves, only by listening Intently a. kind of secret rustling might have been heard at the foot of the cliffs as though the caves were whispering together. To Tiggie's practical mind this portended little, though he was vaguely conscious of a certain ominousness in the atmosphere which he ascribed to the coming change which Joe Penny had foretold. It did not, however, appear to be close at Tiand and he did not pay much attention to it. His thoughts still dwelt upon Harvey and the curious effect his sudden presence had both upon himself and Joyce. He had always known that the fellow was a crank, but he wished he knew what sort of a. crank. Did Viola like him near her? Or was she still afraid? That at least he might find out He" would certainly" try. And with the resolution newly formed in his niind he looked ahead and saw the man himself swinging down upon him with his peculiarly springy gait from a steep eminence above the cliff edge along which he was walking. The suddenness of his appearance from nowhere in particular, and his evident intention of waylaying him, gave Tiggie a passing impression that his own movements had been under observation for some time. He waved a greeting to the oncoming figure while some yards still divided them, which was acknowldeged by the jerky uplift of an arm. Then, Tiggie turning landwards off the narrow path, they met. Harvey's hat had been pulled forward over his eyes. He pushed it abruptly back, and Tiggie stared at him in wonder. He had never before looked upon such a mixture of intelligence and insanity. "Well?" said Harvey roughly. "What's the matter with you?" His eyes, red-rimmed and blood shot, challenged him with an almost bestial ferocity, but Tiggie, fancying he recognized in them the demon of drink, made pacific reply. "Nothing, old chap. Just out for a a walk, that's all." "All?" Harvey's lips curved back in a snarl. "You didn't come up here to hunt for devils in the wilderness by any chance?" Tiggie looked him straight in the face. "No, I didn't," he said. "Did you?" Harvey laughed, a wild and awful laugh. "No," he said, "I brought 'em with me If you want to know-quite a party of 'em. Care to join us?" His face was gray-white and contorted, but there still lingered that gleam of intelligence in his strange eyes as though an imprisoned soul looked forth, and it was to that that Tiggie addressed-himself. "You'd be wiser if'you joined me,' he said, "and went back for a few hours' sleep." "Sleep!" said Harvey. ."Sleep!" He threw back his head and laughed until laughter failed, finally croaking himself into silence. Tiggie spoke into it firmly. "Look here! You'll do no good up here. Come on down with me and I'll look after you." Harvey gazed at him for a mo. NEED MONEY? PINE WILL LOAN YOU On furniture, nutos, persona! property or anything of value to persons who havo steady employment. LOANS UP TO SSOO ~~TM pay back In monthly Installments LOANS MADE SAME DAY OF APPLICATION C» L* Pin® Loan Company Of Mason City Second Floor Weir Bid?. Phone 224 Sister Reasons Forbid By Us ForgraTc , BET V4, YOO OOM'T XOO'Wc *JOt 6OVW Pressure Pete A Poor Start By George Swan Frank Merriwell at Yale Inza Wonders By BurtL. Standish McGinnis Poor Visibility By Wally Bishop Etta Kett The Catch to It Pad Robinson , DA.D, "I'VE TUOOGHT CAVOfT GO! OP COOI5SE. VOO CAM GO. VJWY, ·JCT' BOYS v^EUE. \N\TW BETH/ YOO ^r/%/ t^OBODV TO LOOK AFTER YOO? TO BE. APCLETTY OtOE.tOCNJ, SOT -WVWCT " V1VV.Y ,BHVW,TWYS vSt t^\ \ OPPOCLTOtOvTY YOO JO-ST W.O'ST \4CST I · NAHY OO YOU ·REFOS'S -TOGO'? . « , . «e. uoow W \ H - voe'u. siu_ CW Vou LIVED IT ' i WEA.R.D SOME -BUT. OAJLV OWE ) afcf HOH1 OH-.SE5..! T PATg. THIS wJEEtC/#t$ Moo See_.TiZA.|MiMetH HIITli /1h^ / «K,-.; (7lHJES...UU 4MS --J _ TftWWA.5 A LET'S DIZop iw IT£-AIL RIGHT. .. THfsT IS ... I'LUTU-V. 6UT, t IUOMDER- IF - \S ANOTHER STUOEWT5 R^(AJG ABOUT GcpD MOVIIE.1 AUO HMJE A, IM 06CMJSB HE DOESN'T WAMT TO IT TAVifcS ALL HIS / |\ Copyright. 193^. by Central Preu^Auoelailo'i. me. , WHArt (\WrtH ^OU.KID? CoULDtVT I vfau sme. Me AHEAD r , . ^-7 OF you-51---' /SORE! r-r^srr ( xcoouo \ S6RYA f rBUT -L S COULD MY ·--\ See Any WAY | ARoUHD v^,\) Copyright, 1934, by Central Press Association. Inc. USTEM . I'M FREE AND I VvANTTO STAS TH/*TWN WAT AM I GO INS TO -Voi| BETTER- GET A Jos FIRST. Our V1HAT3 THE IDEA G01KQVJITH BOSS \NHEN v^eee EHGAQED? WEIL-VIE BEEU GONG.TOGEWEK. VONG ENOUGH - ID MARPM SOMETIME .' R«». U 3 Pot- 01., copjrtghi, 1934, ConiW Pmj Aja'n ment or two as though seeking for some inner meaning to his words. Then, with a quick and oddly childish gesture, he laid a bony hand upon Tiggie's arm. "Good fellow--Tiggie!" he said. "I always said so. You won't come between me and my picture?" "Why should I?" said Tiggie. "Because I know you love her." Harvey's teeth gleamed. "But remember, I helped you to get her. You wouldn't have found her but for me." The croaking sound came into his voice again; he subdued it with a harsh effort. "I'll kill anyone," he said deliberately, "who comes between me and my picture." "Where is it?" said Tiggie. A guarded look crossed the artist's drawn face. "P'raps you'll see it some day on the line," he said. "For the present, it's nowhere." "But she gave you a sitting this morning," said Tiggie. "Yes, she did." Again Harvey's eyes challenged him. "And she's going to do it again. She's promised." "Did you frighten her?" demanded Tiggie suddenly. "I?" said Harvey. He began to laugh again, but checked himself. "No, it's I that am the frightened one. It would be ghastly to fail." He flung round on his heel and walked a few paces away, then impatiently swung again and returned. Tiggie saw with relief that the look of insanity was passing, but his eyes were haggard. "No, I didn't frighten her," he said more quietly. "We understand each other. Do you really think everyone is as obvious as you are? It's all right, I tell you." He smiled at Tiggie more normally, though his smile was an immense effort. "I shan't do her any harm, man. She's a perfectly willing victim. Hasn't she told you so?" "I haven't asked her yet," said Tiggie. "All right. Well, you ask her!" There was a gleam of triumph in Harvey's eyes. "But you needn't be jealous," he added with something like his old derisive grin. "It's only a passing phase. I'm working like hell. It'll soon be finished." ·You'll kill yourself if you don't rest," observed Tiggie. Harvey put his hand over his eyes with a gesture that was both defensive and pathetic. "Kill myself, shall I?" he said. "I shouldn't wonder. It's a case of do or die, I admit. But you leave me alone, see ? Don't come spying on me, or there'll be real trouble. I'll come back to you when it's over--if I'm not burnt right out." Something in his tone touched Tiggie; it seemed to plead. "My dear chap, I don't want to spy on you," he said. "Only I can't help feeling more or less responsible." "Oh, stop that!" said Harvey with a flick of the fingers. "You're not. No one is--or could be. Just leave me alone, that's all! Let the old wizard work out hi:-; spells in peace!" He put a hand on Tiggie's shoulder for a moment. A queer whimsical light had dawned on his face, as though sanity were slowly recovering sway. "You needn't be jealous," he said again. "She worships you--even in bathing kit. And to anyone with an artistic eye that's a pretty severe test. Now clear out like a dear fellow and leave me alone!" (TO BE CONTINUED) The drawback to this heroic death business is that you don't get to hear any of the cheering.--Kewanee Star Courier, Real Estate Transfers McLaughlin, Mike, to Cerro Gordo county, Iowa, $11. Lot 12, block 9, Dougherty, Iowa. April 12, 1934. Hendrickson, Ben, to Frances Hendrickson, 51, Q. C. D. southeast southwest 32-96-19, and southwest southwest 32-96-19. April 6, 1934. Gould, E. D. to Myra I. Gould, $1, Q. C. D. B 99 feet lots 2 and 3, block 30, Paul Felt'a plat Mason City. April 12, 1934. STREET HARM1-ESS HISHWAYMAN MES LJ..TMOMPSOM C DEAR A*O*H TENNIS T?A1SHO **. RACKET « -THE A.1-I-JSX. WOUU.C) IT SER.V5 THEM RIGHT IF THEY H/»,CTO e,o~ro COOR.T? CASPER A. PHU-POTX. ATOKS.^OVM-A' ^ _ _ SENC IM -roura. 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