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April 30, 1934

The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 13

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MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE THE OLD HOME TOWN By STANLEY THESES Mo USE KEEPING E.M NOW THEY MISHTOUST AS NMEU- 3O INTO THE RUBSISH CHAPTER 54 Hai-vey turned sharply in the streaming road and made a dash for shelter into an old cart shed, used b; r Joe Penny as a garage. Here in the dimness, with the rain pattering on the corrugated iron roof, he faced round. "Now for it!" he said. "Square your shoulders, man! That's--Norman!" "Who?" said Tiggie. Harvey shook him angrily by the arm. "Don't be a fool! There's no time. He's come after you--don't you see?--you and Viola!" "Ah!" Tiggie said. It was more i'. a deep breath than an exclamation. He stood face to face with Harvey, very square and resolute. "Well?" he said, "I'm ready for him. Why didn't you let me deal with him straight away?" "Thought you'd make a mess of things," growled Harvey. "Why should I?" said Tiggie. "Well, It mayn't be as simple as you think. The man's a scoundrel. He's out for something. What?" There was agitation in Harvey's voice; his whole form was quivering with excitement. "Money probably," said Tiggie. "Yes, mon2y. And for what? To keep his mouth shut." Harvey's hand still gripped his arm impressively. "Don't see the force of it," said Tiggie. "Are you sure it's Norman?" Harvey groaned. "Are you doing it on purpose, or just to gain time ? Yes, I am sure--dead sure. He got in a few minuets ago, just before I did, and I saw them off-load his bags. Then I ran up against him inside, and he tackled me about you. He's gone off to look at the visitors' book now. He'll find your name all right, but not hers.'Look here! We must keep him away from her at all costs." "Well, of course!" said Tiggie. "That's my job." Harvey's hand shook his arm with nervous force. "And you think that's going to be,easy? Oh, why did I let you writs that torn fool letter to her brother the night we got here? That's what's done the mischief." "Wait a bit!" said Tiggie. "He can't have heard of that letter in India." "No, I know that. But he'd changed his mind about her, can't you see? Jumped to the conclusion he'd find " ;r at her brother's, came posting home, and then was presented with the information that she'd gone off with you. Oh, it's as plain as a pikestaff!" almost wailed Harvey. "If you'd only kept quiet, he wouldn't have known where to look." "That's nonsense!" said Tiggie curtly. "I'd nothing to hide. Why should I?" "Nothing to hide!" echoed Harvey. "And even the Spots don't know!" "They don't matter," said Tiggie. He was determined to view this sudden emergency undismayed. If the fellow had come to try to extort money, well, he was ready for him. If for any other reason--something knocked at the door of his heart here to which he resolutely refused to listen: there could be no other reason. Money was everything in this world. It was all probably a deep-laid scheme to obtain it. There -was nothing to panic about. Viola was safe under his protection, and he would keep the schemer at bay. "Well, what are you going to do?" said Harvey. Strangely, though he had maintained so calm a front a little earlier, he was now far the more agitated of the two. It was as if Tiggie's composure had a disquieting effect upon him. It certainly did not inspire him with confidence. "I'm going first to say good night to Viola," said Tiggie, "or she'll be worrying. By the" way, is Spot back?" "No. He's staying on at Thorley for a few days unless he's wanted. Like him sent for?" asked Harvey uneasily. "No, thanks. I'll run my own show," said Tiggie quietly. "Don't you worry, old chap! He won't get past me. You can tell him I'm the man he's looking for. I shall be back in half an hour." "D'you really mean that?" said Harvey. "D'you know what you're going to do?" "I shall know," said Tiggie steadily. Harvey stared at him for a mo~ ment or two while the rain hammered ou the roof and the darkness increased. "Well," he said at last, "I'll stand by anyway, just in case you're not quite as clever as you think you are." He spoke half-defiantly, as though he suspected Tiggie of trying to drive him away. But Tiggie's hand came out to him on the instant and grasped his own, dispelling all doubt on that score. "Thanks awfully old chap! I al ways count on you," he said. * * * No one ever dressed for dinner at "The Sea Lion." Joe Penny's guests were not as a rule of the type that possesses dress clothes, excepting the artists aforementioned, who would have forgotten to put them on even if they had remembered to pack them. But Harvey was the only artist now staying at Fame, and he would have scorned to wear any clothes at all that did not minister to his physical comfort, just as he scorned the daily shave which most men regarded as one of the necessaries of life. He had grown considerably shaggier of late, as he never had a moment to waste on his personal appearance when driven by the fiery goad of his genius. For several days he had not presented himself at dinner at all, and Joe Penny smiled broad approbation upon him as he brought in the soup. "Bad weather had its uses, sir," he observed. "You'll have time to get a little good food into you before it lifts." Harvey growled at him. "I shall murder someone if it doesn't." And Joe Penny laughed comfortably at the joke and passed on. The stranger sat at a small table in a. corner by himself. His rusty- gray eyes watched the door. He had not addressed a word to Harvey since his entrance. And Harvey, with his brows drawn down like shutters protecting his soul, did not present an aspect to encourage any overtures. Joe Penny hovered about the stranger for a space, but received no civility for so doing. The few tentative remarks he made were treated with contemptuous silence. Eventually he withdrew to fetch the fish. The clergyman and his wife entered during his absence and took their places at the further end of Harvey's table which occupied the middle of the room. They had been tramping the hills in the wet and had evidently managed to derive considerable enjoyment therefrom. Their cheery conversation trickled through the silence like a chattering stream. Joe Penny returned, bringing their soup, but he was evidently under orders not to linger, for he departed again precipitately. NEED MONEY? PINE WILL LOAN YOU On furniture, autos, personal property or anything of value to persons who have steady employment. LOANS UP TO SSOO Fay back in monthly Installments LOANS MADE SAME DAY OF APPLICATION C. L. Pine Loan Company Second Kloor Weir Bldg. Of Mason City Phono 224 Big Sister Self Service By Les Forgrave Pressure Pete One Up on Pete By George Swan TR.OE,BG-t B«»eX». V:O ·SO. "YE'LU PIMO I A. PERSON ROONO AWE. \_AVO A Copyright, 1934, by Central Press Association, Inc. i HE Snow \ DO TU\S TAP (20UT/ME r\MO--THEM- HE'S STiLL l/AJDEL! AS' "TO iU BET BRUCE GETS ODCMING FOCI, \\\S C U Q W W I N J Q j HEY. AWGGS Co/v\ OVER, H6R.E. A Second .1. WAUT WELL, «=· "THEY 'PE. VMA.T WHAT AR Tftese. THE. FEriCE? rn r - n / i l l l i ' , 4-30 Copyright, 1934, by Central Press Association. Inc., Frank Merriwell at Yale Frank to the Rescue! By Burt L. Standish Muggs McGinnis A Knotty Problem Etta Kelt They're That Way By Paul Robinson WHAT ftM I SUPPOSED TO DO -- START BITIV)S MN NAILS FOR- 4r Dour TELL ME VOUWE SKIDDED FOB. SOME ·SMOOTHIE.? Mi,Tum IT'S PAS DAN ! BUTGEE- CREAM PUFF. NOU SAID "THAT BLONDE'S PICTURE INI \ouri POCKET LANDED A JOB S MOTH IMG IMK-I YOUNG MFE- dUST A PAME I WAS TO SHADOW-I'M A DETEC.TINE -- AN EMERS DICK CARRIES YIELL' IF ·s 1 FOLLOWING GIRL'S AROUND I5VOUE 4--3O K«j. U. S. Pit. Off.. cop}-riBhL 1331. Central Press Ass'n. The clergyman looked round the table. "Captain Turner not here yet! I hope he is none the worse [or yesterday's adventure." His wife looked towards Harvey, but found it impossible to penetrate the drawn shutters. "Mr. Penny said he was all right," she remarked. The stranger made a sharp movement as though he were listening to them, but they said no more upon the subject, and he resumed his watch upon the door. Joe Penny was bringing in the fish when Tiggie arrived, entering with Sis usual quiet tread and surveying his fellow-guests without a trace of anxiety. 'Afraid I'm late," he said to the landlord. "Don't bring back the soup for me! Where've you got to? Fish? ['11 go on from there." He seated himself beside Harvey with a smile towards the other diners at the same table. His look did not go so far as the man in the corner. The clergyman raised his voice. 'We are pleased to see you, Captain Turner. We were afraid you might have developed a chill after last night's unpleasant experience." "No, I'm all right, thanks," said Tiggie. "I don't chill very easily." The stranger's eyes had closely marked his progress from the door and now they fastened upon him with deliberate intentness. They might have been the eyes of a trapper watching his intended victim Jrawing near to the mouth of a ;rap. Harvey barely glanced up as Tiglie joined him. He merely pushed the whisky bottle towards him, a mute invitation of which Tiggie did not avail himself. The meal proceeded, and once more the clerkyman and his wife maintained the conversation between themselves, the dividing space being too great for Tiggie to be drawn in. When the meat course was withdrawn, Harvey abandoned all pretense of eating, and sat looking like a hungry wolf biding his time. But Tiggie continued to eat, showing no signs of strain. The man in the corner still watched him with an intent and measuring gaze, while he disposed of his own meal, his dark face full of a smouldering hostility of which Tiggie was quite obviously oblivious. The clergyman and his wife were the first to move, having been informed by the hospitable Joe that there was a nice fire in the drawing room--a dingy apartment on the first floor which was generally shunned by all visitors. Their departure left a silence in the room that made the scraping of Tiggie's match sound almost ominous. Yet he did not seem to find it so as he calmly lighted his cigaret and shook out the flame, Harvey mutely refusing to smoke. Several burdened minutes crept by during which the three men sat as if bound by the stark silence. Then suddenly with a movement of exasperation, Harvey pushed back his chair. "Have you finished at last?" he said to Tiggie. "Let's go!" "There was no need for you to wait for me," said Tiggie mildly. "Where shall we go to?" He rose, and immediately the stranger did the same and crossed the room to intercept him. "Excuse me! Am I speaking to Captain Tumor?" he said. His voice held a challenge that provoked a fiery gesture from Harvey, though Tiggie met it with unruffled assurance. "Yes, my name is Turner," he said. "I thought so"--there was open hostility in the rejoinder--"though your friend here tried to throw dust in my eyes a little while back. Where can I speak to you alone?" "Nowhere!" cut in Harvey, breathing out the word as though he exhaled fire. "He isn't in the habit of granting private interviews to complete strangers." Tiggie quietly intervened. "Let me introduce my brother-in-law- Mr. Gilmore!" he said. "I don't think I've ever met you before, have I?" The courtesy of his speech had a calming effect for the moment. Harvey, as if taken by surprise, subsided with a growl. The stranger, also surprised, surveyed Tiggie's xed, good-natured countenance as IT he half suspected some mistake. "My name's Norman," he said. "You are Captain Turner, you say?" "Yes, I'm Turner," said Tiggie. "What do you want to say to me?" (TO BE CONTINUED) Sugar Beet Test Plots at Kanawha Are Planted KANAWHA, April 28.--Dr. C. F. Reddy, Forest Bell, Conrad Nagle and Walter Bockholtz came from Iowa State college at Ames Friday to supervise and study planting of sugar beet test plots at the agriculture experimental farm here. Manufacturers r e c e n t l y have turned attention tn fancy pattern shirts instead of solid color ones, BRICK BRADFORD n« THE omr BENEATH THE SEA By William Ritt and Clarence Gray, TO YOU, CACTA, THE KEEPER, I GWE THE HOMOR OF GUARDING MY SISTER: PRINCESS, I COLA, CAPTAIN REPORT THE' SNAKE BATTALION SAKE READY [WITH MY LIFE. I ROVALMAlD. CopyHjht, 1934. by Centra! Pr*i* Asaoclition. Ir.c: Lj'30 h)fl WOMEM OF AMARU, FOR.THIS YOU HAVE BEEM DRILLED.' OUR ARMIES AEt CRUSHED "~ ""' AMARU'S LAST HO"~ THE CITY-ORDI

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