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Mason City, Iowa
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Thursday, April 26, 1934
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THURSDAY, APRIL 26,1934 MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE [THE OLD HOME TOWN By STANLEY /VoUKNPWWHAT? 11= I ·"" WAS PRESIDENT FIRST- THIN* I'D 00 IS MAKE A LAW ACJAINST MOTHER'S THEIR CHILDREN POT i CHAPTER 51 Down the alley went Tiggie, between the old stone fisher huts, where the babies sprawled fat- legged on the steps, sucking their fingers and staring at him, down to the beach and the little bridge that crossed the stream which presented quite an imposing appearance after the reinforcements of last night's rain! Over the bridge without a pause or a glance at the gray sea coming in wreathed in mist, and ominous! Up the narrow winding path cut in the side of the cliff with its stunted gorse bushes and pink vaerian! How often he had mounted that path in heaviness of soul! What a load of anxiety had weighed upon him! How he had sometimes dreaded to open the cottage gate! And now--now as he reached it he had to pause to get the overwhelming joy of the contrast. As he raised the latch, he was whistling like a boy. He had not a care left in the ·world. The sound of skipping feet told him that he had been observed, and he looked over the gate to see Joyce,, clad in mackintosh and sou'wester, dancing to meet him. She lifted her face to hiss him, her arms closing around his neck. · "Oh, Uncle 'Tiggie darling,-were you really nearly drowned last night?" was her greeting. "How dreadful!" "There's a long way between nearly and quite," said Tiggie. "How's Auntie Viola?" "She's looking rather pale this morning," Joyce told him. "You can go up and see her, mummy says. I'm just going up to the other cottage to take care of Peter, but I wanted just to see you first. Oh, Uncle Tiggie--dear Uncle Tiggie--I am glad you weren't quite drowned." "Thanks!" said Tiggie. "I'm rather glad too." Joyce's arms clung as he prepared to straighten himself. "You won't ever do it again, will you?" she said. "Never," promised Tiggie obligingly. "I've quite decided that it's one of the things Til never do once --much less again--if I have any say in the matter." "That's all right," said Joyce, je- leasing him.. "Because I'm sure Auntie Viola would die if you did-quite, quite sure." "Oh, nonsense!" said Tiggie. "She's much too sensible." But Joyce shook her head at the airy assertion. "No, you don't understand," she said gravely. "She wouldn't be able to help it. She loves you so." They separated, and Tiggie pursued his way up the path to the porch still feeling absurdly lighthearted, almost light-headed too. Yes, they would have to tell their secret very soon. There was no one about when he pushed open the door which Joyce had left unlatched, Helen was apparently busy in the back premises and he did not go in search of her. He went straight up the stairs without a pause and knocked softly on the door at the top. It was ajar, and her low voice at once bade him enter. She was in bed, but partially dressed and propped up by pillows. Her pale face smiled a welcome and she made a gesture as of drawing him to her, though her arms were not outstretched as on the night before. "You're tired," said Tiggie. He bent over her, holding her hands; then in answer to her look stooped and kissed her upturned lips. "You're tired," he said again. She continued to smile at him, though not very steadily. "I'm all right," she said. "Only--some stu- pid dreams, that's all." He sat down beside her. There was no hint of emotion about him, but he kept one of her hands in his. 'It's a waste of time to dream," he said, "when the reality is so good." "Yes, isn't it a waste of time?" Her voice followed his like a soft echo. "I never knew how reality could be till now." "That's better," said Tiggie. "Dreams are rotten things." "Oh, rotten," she agreed, the quivering smile still on her face. "And that's why you haven't come down?" pursued Tiggie. "Yes. I was lazy, and Helen advised me to stay here. She said there was nothing to get up for as I couldn't go out." "That's true," said Tiggie, with a glance at the mist blurred window pane. "Poor old Harvey is of the same mind. He's still in bed, too." "Oh, is he? I wondered." Her look fell, and suddenly he saw a wave of color rise in her white cheeks. "Tiggie!" she said, "your hands!" "Oh, sorry!" said Tiggie hastily concealing them under a corner of the sheet. "That happened last night. I ought to have put some gloves on." "Let me see them!' she said. "No, really!" protested Tiggie. "It's nothing--nothing whatever." "Please!" said Viola- He could not resist her. She drew the sheet away and examined his fa- juries with deep concern. "Nothing!" she said and lifted the damaged hands and held them against her breast. "How those cuts must hurt!" "Nothing could hurt--like this," said Tiggie, clumsy with embarrassment. "I'm ashamed to have let you see it. I forgot." "You always forget--yourself," she said. "Oh, I say!" he remonstrated. "You don't know me very well." She raised her eyes to his, and they were shining as though the soul behind them gave them light. "I know you so well--so well, Tiggie," she said. "And that's why I love you so. There is no one in the world like you." "Oh, but darling--" said Tiggie, greatly abashed. She laughed at him softly, fondly, shaking her head.'"Thank you for calling me that! It's the first time, isn't it? Say it again, Tiggie! I like it--from you." "My darling!" he said. "My own darling!" His arm slid behind her pillow, and he felt the sweet yielding of her as she gave herself into his clasp. With her forehead against his neck she said, "That's just how I've wanted to be for ages and ages." She made a little nestling movement. "Your dear big arms round me--like this--holding me safe. Tiggie, have you seen Harvey's picture?" "No. I've heard all about it," said Tiggie, his check caressing her hair. "I think it's going to be rather wonderful," she said. "It's curious but he seems to have got right inside my mind to do it. Do you understand, Tiggie?" "I shall," said Tiggie tenderly. "Yes, you will," she said. "I know you will. Because--you are you, and you couldn't think anything that wasn't true. You know, dear, I like arvey. I didn't at first. I do now --very, very much." "Well, dearest? What of it?" said Tiggie. "I like him, too." "Yes. But you don't understand him," she said. "Perhaps I don't either--altogether. But I know he is very great-hearted. He is devoted to you, Tiggie. You believe that, NEED MONEY? PINE WILL LOAN YOU On furniture, autos, personal property or anything o£ value to persona who have steady employment LOANS UP TO SSOO Pay back In monthly Installments LOANS MADE SAME DAY OF APPLICATION C. L. Pine Loan Company Of Mason City Second Floor Weir Bldg. Phone 324 Big Sister Off in Style HON'ES.T, BOYS, 1 OOST GCHMG OFF* T PUP-Os. ^ \NUO XTU vjerrm=w. OVOE CF -/do. THE ouo TRUCK, JOST COUIJrf BEAR "TO VJAVT HVN* A-.VU VOO VJAAT\*4 OOT Copyright, 19S-1. by Central Press Association. Inc. POH'T FE -51LLV CBH'T High Pressure Pete AH Pleased But Mother UH... OFFICE'S. ('VIE MADE A MISTAKE AFTee. . I'M SORCV THIS is NOT t«e MOUNGr A G* COOLPM'T £0 MERfllWELLM/AS M" ( s Trig BOTTOM OF IT Frank Merriwell at Yale A Tense Moment By BurtL. Standish No 1 . AVL 6bot U 1 - PVEA.Se ." T STAY OP "A urns LATER ToMiGKT? The Other Side Copyright, 1934, by Central Press Association. Inc. AND HAME.XOUGOTA ·TEILMG HE HOW CIZAZM VoU APS: ABOUT ME AND FtoU-CiWINS | -* I WAS SHADOWHGTW DAME I HAD HEI2. OCTUf?E TO WEE -· AND AM i \n A JAM.' I GOTTA POONC VM ADHECTNE SOMEHOW' EXCUSE ME WHILE I lAUGH / DETECTNE! tou COULOrTTTOACK: IN When a Guy Needs a Friend PICTURE: IM \OUfc. ' DIDNf Robinson don't you?" "Well, I haven't much choice-after last night," said Tiggie. "Oh, yes," she said. "It was he who saved you." "I'm inclined to think it was more for your sake than mine that he did it though," said Tiggie. "I must thank him," said Viola. She was silent for a moment, then said with slight hesitation, "I think he is rather a marvelous friend to have, Tiggie. He is very far-seeing --and understanding." "Are you trying to tell me he's in love with you?" said Tiggie bluntly. She laughed faintly. "No, daar. That's only his way of putting it-not yours or mine. All genius is like that. Don't you understand? It is made to adore whatever calls it forth," "Sorry!" said Tiggie. "Out of my depth!" She turned her face upwards, speaking in a whisper with lips that moved against his neck. "Oh, my dear, it doesn't matter--so long as you don't think I'm in love with him." "Oh, I see," said Tiggie. He also laughed a little and kissed her again. "No. " don't think that--not being such an outsize ass as I look." "I knew you weren't really," she said. There followed a peaceful interval during which neither of them found much to say. The ram was pattering on the panes in earnest, and there was a moaning as of rising wind out at sea. (TO BE CONTINUED) Vinson C. Stanphill, a Texas Tech student, hiked from Lubbock to Dalhart to win the Panhandle checker tournament. ·. THE TUTTS By YOUNG "THE MAN NEyTPOOR HINlfcp AftOl/NV? THE tHAf HE WAS NT" (^/rjfE Wpy, ANR Hl5 WIFE HIN\ PROVE IT . ./ofcS.. CopjTlthU 155i. ly Ctr.tril Prw t AMMlatioa. Inc. BRICK BRADFORD Cf THE CT7T BENEATH THE SEA By William Ritt and Clarence Grass PUMA SIGNALS/ ENEMY APPROACHES.' I FORWARD,YACAS/ INTO AMARU /

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