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TUESDAY, MA* 1, 1934 MASON Cm GLOBE-GAZETTE [THE OLD HOME TOWN By STANLEY MAMA WANTS YOU TO SET HE.I HAT.' SHE PDYlT IN TWE TOP DR.A\MEI5 OF THE FIRST DRESSER THE ONE -WAV up IN CHAPTER 55. Tiggie's question had the merit of complete directness. He looked full at the other man with a candor that evidently failed to see aoy cause for the animosity that seemed to be straggling for expression in his inquiries. Norman jerked himself together under the calm scrutiny. "Doesn't ; my name convey anything to you?" he said. Tiggie hesitated for a second; 1 then, "I'm afraid I must trouble you to speak openly," he said. "I'm cot good at jumping to conclusions." Norman glanced towards Harvey \vho was still breathing fierily. "This isn't much of a place for a private talk," he said. "Can't 1 be alone with you?" If . Tiggie looked at him. "Do you l' know, old chap, I think perhaps I'd belter see this gentleman alone for a few minutes? But stay within reach! Wait for me ta the barroom, if you don't mind." Harvey met his look with something of a glare. 13ut there was that about Tiggie at the moment--perhaps it was his complete reasonableness--which both disarmed and compelled. Harvey turned like a sullen dog and went out, pulling the door after him. " Then, in the shabby eld inn dining room with the oilcloth covered floor and black horsehair stuffed chairs, r J Kggi-tuOTe}-End faced his enemy I by the torch-like flares of the ill- l trimmed lamps. ,i 1 "Now," he said, and his voice was : ;f brief and business-like, as though he !Â· jgihad no further patience for subter- "what is it you want with .Jcruel jSJ "O fedam - Si The other man's face changed at Jftthe curt address. He stared for an ginstant, then he laughed--a biting, laugh. "Oh, that's your tone, is it? I'm a damned intruder, eh? Well, in a Si-sense--I am." With a fierce move- %nent he pulled a letter out of an Â·*nner pocket and tossed it on the ta- Hsble by which they stood. "Did you i'Jn'rite that, may I ask?" II Tiggie looked downwards. It was %-fhis own letter of six weeks before, skddressed to Phillip Grierson. After .;, |i second's thought, he picked it up. ;j"C,"It was not written to you," he ?Â·Â·Â· R-served. i 1 '! SNorman laughed again. There was Â·; -Ipniething sneering in his laughter, 'Â·'. Irtce the hiss of a branding iron; it |,uggested the deliberate intention to ^orture. "I'm aware of that," he |he said. "You would scarcely have , ,|adopted that tone to me, I imagine. . .'hcfou admit you wrote it then?" Â· f "Certainly," said "Tiggie. ; | "And why?" said Norman. / Tiggie squared his shoulders. '. p'Have you any particular reason or questioning me?" "Yes, I have." Swift as lightning ame the counterthrust. "A fairly ibvious one to any ordinary intelli- ence! Do you refuse to tell me your motive for writing that letter?" 'I don't see how it affects you," isaid Tiggie. I The red-gray eyes flashed sudden ffire. "Perhaps you would say that ;be fact of my wife entering into a narriage contract, with another nan while still bound to me would ot affect me either?" said Norlan, dwelling on the words In a fa- hion which somehow did not belie bat fiery look. "Your wife?" said Tiggie. "I have .ever met her." Norman's lips went back slowly [showing his teeth. "Then who is the lady whom you state in that letter Â·ou have married?" he said. "Nothing whatever to you," said Tiggie with the steely hardness of the man who will die under torture sooner than cry out. "Oh, indeed! And you really be- lieve that?" Norman's voice was cold and slippery; the eyeg of the :ormentor still looked out of his grimly-smiling face. "You really jelieve that Viola Norman is noth- .ng whatever to me 'There is no such person that I know of," said Tiggie. That you know of!" The words came back to him quietly, menacingly. The branding iron was poised ready, waiting to descend upon the bared flesh. "You call her by another name perhaps. But--she is not entitled to any other. I don't profess to know-what garbled story she may have told you. Women proverbially inaccurate--especially where their morals are concerned. But I now tell you this, and I can produce full proof. This woman you say you have married is my wife. Do you hear? My wife! And nothing that you can say or do will alter that." The iron struck home, burning its awful impress of destruction that nothing could ever erase, and Tiggie, prepared though he was for the blow, was momentarily bewildered by the sheer agony of it. He stood stiffly silent, gripping his whole being in the effort to repress all signs of suffering; but the aweat broke out on his forehead and ran down his face. And the man who wielded the iron smiled a devilish smile at the sight. "You .didn't expect me--qulte so soon perhaos?" he suggested. Tiggie still stood rigid, all the wholesome color gone from his kindly countenance and the stony bitterness of despair looking out of his eyes. I He spoke at last in a voice that sounded dead because of the emotion he had strangled. "What have you come for?" Norman slightly shrugged his shoulders. "I have come for the obvious -- to assert my rights. In consequence of an unfortunate accident, my wife traveled to England without me. I followed on the earliest opportunity--to find her bigamously married to another man; that is to say, if you did go through the marriage ceremony with her, which I doubt." He flung the words with supreme contempt, and a sudden inexplicable shiver went through. Tiggie; he clenched his hands hard against hie sides to repress it or some impulse which it engendered. Before we discuss my actions," he said in the same dead voice. "I should be obliged if you would show me the certificate of your own marriage." "With pleasure." Norman's hand went to his pocket and brought out another envelope without an instant's hesitation. He took a document therefrom, and spread it on the table for Tiggie's inspection. "And now. perhaps, you will produce yoursl" he said. 'Later--if necessary," said Tiggie. He bent stiffly over the paper, and there was a silence while Norman stood openly watching, a sneer on his lips and malice in his eyes.' Tiggie looked up at last. "This may--or may not be genuine," he said. "I must--of course--take steps to find out. Meantime," he paused a moment, looking hard into the Â·STAV RVGVAT . VE OXOM'-C GtT TO . T'NA VT TO FOR. VA^. O GE-H'. AX-WO-ST EVGUT O'CLOCK 1 . OSTLS ! OW.OH ! MvS-S e^rm. i VUXS/E. VOOR BE. REA.OV NNvABVi Breakfast in Bed! By Les Forgrave AND SHE 5MD ITS ft GOOD TH\UG, -TOO rXH, PW BOV--THERE'S NOTHING UKE_ f\r\RR\ED BUSS--OULV THIS MORNiNG _ SF \\0 THERE. \6N'T THE. WORUO UKE. ne. OH BOV -- I'M GONNPV POP THE, QUESTION TO DOLLS' TONIGHT Pressure Pete Leave It to Willie By George Swan ^VOU CHEW 7 " Sou fooi. \ i OON'T NEEP RESCUING! juST TeViwo- To SEE HOW LOMG COUU7 iSTAY OMDE(t/--\T'5 A P/\eT OF THE NCI |M THE SHOW 11! Frank Merriwell at Yale I HATS EPAL GET, Mettiy weuu. A Hero's Reward By Burt L. Standish Muggs McGinnis / . t 1934. by Central Press Association. Inc. YOUR. DAUGHTER IS VJOPTH , TEN THOUSAND TO ME -- VJHATS SHE SIGNED x A OH, DAD. I'M SCARED TO I'LL VJI^ITE A LETTER. TO DAD -AMD NOT StGM AfN NAME- 1-fLL SCARE HIM IMTO S AM IDEA- IF IT-J PHILS JOB TO TRAIL. GIPLS-- VNVN NO? TRAIL. , 3UTGEE, EfTA-- r CANf'GIME UP THIS 1 DETECTIVE JOU -JoS? ARE SO 3CAI3CE A 3uH AUMOSr MA'S TO HISS A DETECT NE TO FIND ONE YOUU- BE HUNTING ANEVJ PLACE. TO SPEUD Hatching a Plot By Paul Robinson KÂ«. U. S.!'Â»!. 0(1.. copl-risbt. 1931. Ctnlral ff-3 An'n. red-gray eyes "meantime, Mr. Norman, you can see for yourself that I am alone here--except for my brother-in-law--and perhaps the sooner you leave me.the better." "Oh, you're threatening me, are you?" said Norman. "A further charge of assault will hardly count in vour favor in a court of law." "That's my affair." said Tiggie. "Will you go please?" But Norman stood his ground. "I haven't finished yet," he said. "You may take it from me, that certifi- NEED MONEY? PINE WILL LOAN YOU On furniture, autos, personal property or anything of value to persons who have steady employment. __ LOANS CP TO S300 Pay back in monthly Installments LOANS MADE SASIE DAY OF APPLICATION C. L. Piste Loan Company Of Mason Git} Srnond llnor \Vcir cate is genuine. You can verify it as soon as you like. But I'm not quite such a damn' fool as to imagine that you've been staying down here all these weeks for the benefit of your health. I've found out all there is to know in that respect, thanks to the information supplied by your letter. As I say, I have come to assert my rights, and I shan't be prevented by any brute force. That I assure you." Again that odd quiver went through Tiggie. He made an almost violent gesture of repression. "In what way do you propose to assert your rights?" he asked. "Ah! Now we're coming to it." A harsh note of triumph sounded in Norman's voice. "That is exactly what I am here to talk about. Knowing my wife as I do, I am quite prepared to believe that she represented herself to you as free--a bitterly wronged woman, doubtless. You, I take it, fall into the trap, and now you find yourself in a deuced awkward position. The* point is this. Do you still want to keep her now you know the truth?" Tiggie's breath quickened is if he were struggling- in mortal combat. "I have yet to find out the truth," he said. Norman shrugged his shoulders again. "As you like! For my part, I should imagine that an early understanding might have been preferable from your point of view. However, you know your own business best, and I'm not prepared to be too magnanimous. She goes back with me on the next boat." He swung round with the words but in the same instant Tigfjie's hand came out and gripped his shoulder with the grip of a giant Hi.s voice came almost in a v.-hisper but it was terrible. "Whatever else happens--that won't!" he said. Norman stopped short with an ugly laugh. "Well, there's going to be some sort of payment for this," he said. "You don't think I'm the sort of nincompoop to share my wife free with another man, do you? Either you pay for the goods--or 1 take 'em back! and in that case" --his words came sharp and stinging like the flick of a whip across Tiggie's set face--"you may take my word for it, she'll do the paying." "You dirty scoundrel!" said Tiggie, with a hard "intake of the breati. And there, on the very verge of violence, he stopped short, wheeling abruptly to face the suddenly opened door. Joe Penny entered, briskly intent upon his evening's work. "Excuse me, gentlemen!" he said. "I thought you'd finished. There's a nice fire upstairs if you'd like to smoke there. I don't suppose the lady'll object." It is in moments such as there that the trammels of civilization tighten into bonds that gall. The effect upon Tiggie was as that of the curb on the runaway. It erked him to a standstill. He stood staring dumbly at Joe Penny while Norman broke into a brief scoffing laugh. The landlord stared too, aa though he sensed something unusual in the atmosphere, but only for a couple of seconds. Then he too laughed indulgently. "P'raps you'd sooner sit in the parlor." he said. It's handier for the bar. The other gentleman's there, and I've served him twice already. As I says to my missis, 'That picture ought to be a wonderful one when it's finished.' But there! These .artist gentlemen"-he went off into hearty chuckles-"you never know with 'em--never know. Can I clear, sir?" Tiggie pulled himself together with a supreme effort, finding the nterruption harder to meet than] the crisis had been. "Yes, all right, clear away!" he said. Then he turned to Norman who stood surveying him with open mockery. "We'll discuss this matter again," he said. Norman nodded. "I thought we should," he said, and with the words lie sauntered in front of Tiggie to the door. "When you've bad time to adjust your ideas, you might let me know. But--don't forget I'm returning by the next boat to Bombay, will you?" He had reached the passage. He paused to give full effect to his words, and his look was that of the gambler who sees his winning coming to him past a crowd of losers. He even seemed to wait for Tiggie's deferred blow as if he might have turned that also to good account. But Tiggie's moment of madness had passed, and he had himself in hand. "I shall forget nothing." he said, and turned aside forthwith to join Harvey in the bar-parlor, Norman went slowly up to the stairs with the devilish smile still on his face. (TO BE CONTINUED) Campaign in North Iowa. GARNER, April 30.--Frank M. Hanson of Garner, candidate for auditor of state, motored to Des Moines Monday, taking his son, Morris, who is a bank examiner to his work after a visit since Saturday. Mr. Hanson plans to work in North Iowa counties in the interest of his campaign during the next few days. BRICK BRADFORD VX THE CITY SEMEATU TIIE SEA By William Ritt and Clarence Gray, JUNE, DISGUISED IM THE ARMOR. OF A BEETLE TROOPER, FIMDS HERSELF CAUGHT IN THE ONRUSH, AS THE TIDE. OF BATTLE SWEEPS DOVOM THE GREAT STAIR. OF AMARU/ BUT-WHERE IS HE - .4OW ? GOME/ OH.' I'VE LOST H I M '