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The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 11

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Embattled JLV Wxl^. BY I norua farti '*· t-f\*.i "' "· ^^- MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE LORENA CAKLETON CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR When Mrs. Ecstwick Carries gave her name as Paige Shelton, the white-haired Society Sal's eyes spread, then tightened over a wise gleam. "Of course I know you re Rusty Games' wife," she ?,?, id in her "'sping voice that made "Wuthty" out of "Rusty." That babyish lisp was ridiculous, along with Sal's enormous, near-wrestler figure. And yet it ·was as much a part of her as her astoundingly small evening sandals, her backless gowns, her jeweled earrings and monogrammed cigarets and orchid corsages. Carefully she hooked the screen door. "You're my first guests. . Come on out on the lanai and we'll have a nice visit." She led them through the small but handsomely furnished living room, calling as she went to Martha, her Oriental maid. "Marfa, please serve drinks to my guests." · The little Oriental, an unusually pretty girl, and colorful in her native dress, went to the man's chair and stood waiting. "Benedictine for three, please Martha." ' "For four, you mean!" yelled Sal. "Don't think you are coming Jn here, Denison Ware, and not order a drink for me." Paige found herself wanting to laugh aloud. Obviously that idea of "guest in my private home" to which Sal clung with such determination was not her only quirk. For, gone instantly was her society manner. The girl realized that deliberate rudeness was also a part of Sal's developed personality. Denison objected, "A holdup!" but answered the grin of pure devilment on the old woman's face. "As usual," added Abby. She was petting a lovely pedigreed silver Persian, but she found time to ape, "Gethts in my pwivate home!" in a fake lisp. Everyone laughed, Sal as hard as the three. "And why shouldn't I," she thought with complacence, %vhile fitting one of her initialed cigarets into a bamboo holder. "I've managed all this from absolute poverty. My bank account. My little house with the expensive furniture from Boardman-Dudley. My flowers, clothes, jewels. My 30 cats and my nice little maid who does away with all vulgar mention of money." Indispensable, smart Martha, accepting payment in the serving pantry for carefully tabulated drinks and for too-many cigarets lifted from boxes on low tables and for holes burned in satin chairs. Sals mused, "I badger and insult everyone. And they love it. It's all the same." If any thought of the illegal angle of her business touched her. Sal forced it aside. Probably she liked to think of herself as the hostess in an intellectual salon. Out of'her complete silence she suddenly said, "Wulhty ith a fool! I've know that thing for eight years- and I ought to know. Yeth, Wuthty Hh a fool!" Abby said crisply, "We'll not have to argue that." "I wouldn't let him in last night." Sal's face, gardenia-white because she lived her life at night, was almost wicked looking "That girl!" Nothing was said, but her visitors knew she meant Eugenia. Promptly Sal changed the subject. "I heard about your father, Paige. I'm sorry." For a moment the girl was stumped. Then she managed to murmur, "Thank you, Sal." It flashed through her mind that this woman was not only shrewd, but also kind in a way that comforted without making a person lose control. Then she decided if Sal knew about her father she probably knew something about her. But the incident progressed no further at the moment. Cars began to stop outside and suddenly people from the 12 o'clock closing hour--in effect in Honolulu before blackouts -- began swarming in. Both Sal and Martha were kept busy answering the demanding doorbell. Some Sal knew and greeted extravagantly. Some who were strangers said,'"Sal, so-and-so told us about you. In Havana. In Victoria. In Hong Kong. In Juneau." Occasionally this woman, avid for money, turned someone away for a reason of her own, with a soft denial, usually accepted. However, if she was given an argument, she surpassed it with harsh words and a slammed door. Then she was back with her favored guests, as untouched by the unpleasantness as if it had never taken place. It was. amusing to watch her manage to cram dozens of persons into three rooms. AH chairs on the lanai had wide armrests on which men perched. Some sat on SCOTTS SCRAP BOOK; ·'--* By RJ.SCOn VftU-T IS MEAN-T Vi-ffa.-CtirfffB.of- SOLOMOM WEAR. iRA,S -to SHow «EY ·WAK-ftf PERIOD *f-JKt EKD OF SttrtEMCE fftt IUS1E MWWH if 45 BOUNP. . ·«£ AW5 WE WOVE* urtb -fts. tUut DAILY CROSSWORD 5. Exclamation 6. Sweetsop 7. To reckon 8. Glass vessels ,13. Droops 15. Dwarf 17. Piece of skeleton 18. A firedog 19. Like 22. False face 25. Glacial snow ACROSS I. Immense 5. Rodent 9. Notion 10. Particle 11. Elliptical 12. Source of hashish 13. Cut · 14. Climbing Iron 16. Roman money 17. Sheep cry 20. Eskimo tool 27. Reli'sii 21 Style of sundial I pi.) 23. Number 24. Shore 25. Snug retreat 26. Grab 28. Job 31. To correct 35. Metallic rock 36. Imitation rose 37. Cap 38. Emmet 39 Scotland county 40. Meat rod 42. Confederate 43. Indigo 45. Great Lake 46. Robust 47. Thrash 48 Voided escutcheon 49 Forbids 28. Little children 29. American Indian 30- Group of students 32. Citizen of Italy 33- Probes for wounds 34. Weird 36 Sun god 41 Money draxver 42 Region Yesterday's A n i u e r 44 Sheltered side 45. Subside · DOWN 1. Fierce 2. Consultant 3. Chair 4. Dancer's cymbals m CRVPTOQUOTE--A cryptogram quotation K I Z O T V C F K Z V A F V Z T P C E V Z U N T t J E I O V Z F P C V W H P Z U A T X - N I D D T X . Yesterday's Cr.vptoquote: IF YOU WILL NOT HEAR REASON SHE WILL SURELY RAP YOUR KNUCKLES-noR pillows on the floor. Whereas Sal had been leisurely and lady-like, according to some odd idea o£ her own, she now was brisk as she ordered drinks and told "guests" where to sit. Once she said brusquely to a couple, "You'll have to move. I can't have just two people on a davenport. Space is money. Hurry up! Move! Get into that armchair, you two, so I can have at least six on the davenport." In came the crowd. At least 60 were there. Cliques. Arm}- men and their wives. Navy men and their wives. T h r e e newspapermen who had just clippered in from Manila. A flying instructress and a pupil of hers. Wealthy, beautifully dressed kanakas--the pure-blooded Hawaiians of the island. A soft rain began to fal!,-one so gentle that it was not essential to lower windows or awnings. Many voices and many discussions filled the rooms. The war mainly. Some voices were premonitory. Some grim. Three obstreperous. The three Sal quieted with bristling eyebrows. And with the information, "I have a dictaphone in the wall back of that picture for pro-nazis like you! Get out!" And they went. Absolute quiet prevailed for a few seconds, then everyone was talking as loudly as before. Sal's house was the only bright spot in an otherwise dark, and rather dismal, neighborhood People left. Others came. There was a steady procession o£ customers. But gradually groups took their departure in the pink damp dawn until at 6 o'clock there were only the original three in Sal's successful little cottage. There had been no time for a card game. The evening had been too busy, too fast- changing. Sal was as wilted as her orchids, but she still tried to be sociable. They talked. Paige cuddled the S AI ! er gray Persia " that had lelt Abby's lap for the giri's and had refused to budge. At 7 o'clock Denison Ware got up to leave. "By the time we drive slowly into the city it will be time for breakfast." He gripped the c!e luxe bootlegger's hand, saying to Paige at the same time, "Now, my dear you know the most famous woman m Honolulu." Sal's laughter now sounded more,like that of a chuckling grandmother. "That's a good one. There are persons who've never heard of Society Sal. One young man, searching for me the other evening, went into the jail over here on the highway to inquire. The turnkey just scratched his head and said, 'We've got a man's cell and a women's cell, but we haven't got any society cell.' " "I've heard that story for years," Abby Tyson said in a grouchy voice. But she stood on tiptoe to kiss Sal's pale cheek. "So long. See you after Christmas." Paige was lowering the claw- clinging silver Persion to the floor. "If you like that cat," Sal invited, ."come see the prize winner in my room." Denison Ware was BOARD AND ROOM By GENE AHERN I SIMPLY HAVE TO TELL THEM MY TITLE OT= *H1S LORDSHIP* IS ONLY A - NICKNAME GIVEN TO ME » BY AN OLD V FRIEND, IN JEST/ ' ' I SAY, JUDGE, OLT3 SQUASH OM SEVERAL OCCASIONS, I HAVE BESM AT3DKESSEP AS 'HIS LORpSHIP- NOW, AH, I HAVE A BIT OF CONFESSION TO MAKE/ HOW, TUT TUT, * /A'LOPE",-"IT ISNT NECESSARY TOR. \OUTOEXPLA1U YOUR. PAST, OR. "tOUR. REASON TOR. GOING INCOGNITO AS "COLONEL"/ THW 15 M3UR. AFFAIR., /A' LORD t MODEST MAIDENS "I'd buy him the cheap one till you make sura he can write." "STRICTLY PRIVATE" Tniauk Kizuttnj u. s. nt.nl Offc. XT. W M-tn»»n- OEAR AAOM'- swai. on TO MET cater i GUESS TME. tew KKT www uoiwt ID DO TOM f..THERE.S ONLV 3D AW/ SPOTS AV TWE TCP...MVHCW THE- CWWH SUS6ES1S I WE A RFIOU6H Sf 60 HQUE FOR A V1SIF SON moving lo the kitchen to pay Martha. Abby sat back down on the davenport and closed her weary eyes. The girl . trailed broad- shouldered Sal into a bedroom so tutted and ruffled that she wanted to giggle. She glanced about a second time. "Where's the cat?" "There is no cat." Those heavily penciled brows, such a contrast to her natural white hair, made her SCORCHY SMITH TUESDAY, JANUARY 5, 1943 look formidable. She locked the door. "What do you mean letting that blond crook walk off with Wulhly?" The girl looked at the wilted white orchids instead of into the old woman's eyes. "You mean well, Sal, but it's too late." "Do you know?" she demanded of the dark-haired girl, "that blond crook even beat me at my own card game?" Paige smiled at her linrrified amazement, but turned to go back into the living room. Sal grabbed her arm. "Look, dear, I'm a lawless woman and I rather like it. But you--you're not really a lawless woman. Yet you let someone like Eugenia make you one. Paige, I don't know everything I want to know about your case--just a little bit.' She pleaded phrenetically, Won t you please tell me? I adored your father, Paige. Please tell me exactly what happened." 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