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

Mason City, Iowa
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Saturday, March 25, 1939
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ROOM AND BOARD By GENE AHERN -SAY, BOGS ,-- UERESTrf WKf ILL GO THRU TUKT SIUMT . v U1.V IT WOULDN'T LOOK RIS'JT /1VJ AE.COt.\DO.'/N tSCVA. MARS ftLOME^SO YOU BIN «AA.K6.THE Jump \\trrn k.\ IH~ _, '· ANOTUEP, P6.R6CMUTE OR PEDBli WILL V.'OWDER WO,; YOU StGMEO ME up, WHILE YOU WERE TXVJM . U6R6 fcND 1 I.S UP IN M/VRS! , ·-^-IV.v.iT'/-/ $T" ^^ X '- FOR RESULTS -- TRY A G-G WANT AD Uncle Ray's Corner A Little Saturday Talk · Among the members of our Scrapbook club who send letters to me quite often is Harriet Inglesby. Here is part of one of her letters:. "We do not admire Hitler in our home. We think lie will come to a bad-end. A friend of mine says the world is getting worse. He's older than I am, so perhaps lie's right, ljut doesn't the world-seem more interesting al! the time?" As to Hitler's "end," I shall have little to say. It is a matter of guesswork to figure what will liappen to him. As to whether the world is getting better or worse, I have a few things in mind. If we look only at the past few years, with "dictators" in Europe making the world tremble about war, we can say that things seem to have grown worse. Yet we should take a long-distance view of the human struggle. Down through the ages, men and women have worked to make the world a better place to live in, and many have given their lives for what they believed to be right. To see how some things are better now, we do not need to go back to the Stone Age. We need only study Europe as it was seven or eight hundred years ago. At that time, most of the people were "serfs." They worked on land \vliich was not tlieiv own. They labored almost like slaves to raise crops for the lord who owned the land. If they did not have good crops in a certain year, they were in danger of starving, or at least of suffering great hunger. The serfs were not called slaves but they might almost as well have been so. They were not free to move from farm to 'farm. When the noble sold his farm, the serfs went along with it, and worked for the new master. If a serf dared to kill a deer or wild boar in the lord's forest, and xvas caught; he. suffered" greatly. He might have his ears''cut off, or even be bunded! Terrible things happen even today, but people do not need to fear being punished in such ways Men who commit terrible crimes may go to prison for life, or may dia in the electric chair, but it is not for shooting an animal in a noble's forest. Next Saturday I shall take up the same question again, and shall give other reasons for believing the world has grown better in many ways, also one reason I think its worse. (Copyrirhl 193J, Join the new 1939 Uncle Kay Scrapbook Club! T o Uncle Ray, - . - - - - _ Care of Mason Cily Globe-Gazette, ' ~ ' " ' " " i Mason City, Io%va. ' Dear Uncle Ray: I want to join the 1939 Uncle Kay Scrapbook Club, and I inclose a stamped envelope carefully addressed to myself. Please send me a Membership Certificate, a leaflet Name Street or R. F. D. City .Slate or Province If Will Pay You to Use the G-G Classified Ads DAILY CROSSWORD PUZZLE 3f 26 36 3 y////. 37 IB \O Y//. 23 38 ACROSS 1--Unbiased 5--American writer and humorist 6--Single unit 10--Constellation 11--Rabble 14--Natives of Hawaii 17--A feeler IS--Low awampy land 19--The goddess o£ earth 20--American Indian 22--Some 2-t--Great English writer 2S--To slant 29--Peruse 30--From 33--To dress, as a atone 31--Town In Switzerland 35--Countries of the peninsula South of tho Danube 38--Afternoon function 39--Rather than 40--Exclamation of mockery 42--Burglar *3--Character in "Romeo and Juliet" 21--Ink of the cuttlefish 23--Pleasure boat 25--A twist in a rope 26--A debauchee 27--Overpowered by emotion 30--Execute tha commands of 31--Passage- money 33-^Small insect 36--Supporting member 37--Timid tl--Hebrew month. Answer lo previoui puzzle DOWN 1--The grounds o£ a college 2--Perform 3--Writing fluid 4--Unable to hear 6--Acorn- beariagtree 7 -- Boast S -- Mean 12 -- Sworn statement 13 -- Cry of a. sheep 15-- Wagon- 16 -- An English queen hl, 1919. Kiel Fcitum SjndKiU. toe. CONVICT^ DAUGHTER By RUTH RAY KANE MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE Dinah had connected the article in the paper about th» Wetmore bridge with the visit the detective had paid her the day of Jim's accident. Lona knew it the moment the girl greeted her when she returned at last, weary and soul-tired, from her vigil at the hospital. There was something tense m her manner, a question in her bright blue eyes as she helped her mother make a fuss over Lona. A question Lona dreaded to meet. "Did you see it in the newspaper'." Dinah blurted out when Mrs. Morriss had left them alone for a moment while she brewed tea in the kitchen. Lona nodded. "It's the same name--Rankin. i h a t s the man he--the detective was hunting--" She broke off, doubtfully. "I can't imagine why he thought it might be Jim. Are you sure Jim has never been in Colorado'.'" Lona managed an easy laugh. "Jim's never been farther west than St. Louis," she said. "And I'm sure he's never been to college. So how could he be an engineer?" Dinah shook her head, doubtfully. "It's funny, though," she persisted. "Do you think this Rankin was guilty?" she brought out, her tinkling voice a little awed. "O£ course not!" The words came from Lena's lips before she realized what she was saying. "Why would he kill his friend?" She was thinking of Jim's agonizing cry of "Murder" back there in his baie hospital room. If Dinah knew that! The girl was looking at-her sharply, and she knew her tone had been too intense. "I'm tired, Dinah," she admitted then. "Let's not talk about- such things. I--I've been so worried about Jim!" "Of course you're tired!" Mrs. Morriss was back, and her motherly voice put an end to the conversation. With a disapproving glance at Dinah, she bustled about and Lona settled back into her chair, gratefully feigning exhaustion to keep from talking. Underneath, her mind was seething, and she was conscious of Dinah's eyes upon her, unsatisfied, brooding, fc c t Loiia's mind still was whirling feverishly as she paced her room in the Morriss home that night Dinah and her mother were sleeping, but the need for action was upon her, had pulled her from the bed into which they had tucked her, and set her restless feet to tramping silently the staid flowered rug ol Mrs. Morriss' guest room. - - r -It was a terrible . situation in which she found herself. Was she going to be able to keep Dinah from suspecting? And Clark Martin.' Despite the nurse's promises i£ he ever once heard that tell-tale cry of Jim's it would be the end. -Uie next few days were going to be spent walking a tight rope never daring to relax and yet always having to smile and seem unconcerned. Two weeks! The detective would return m two weeks. Two precious days were gone already, and Jim still showed no signs o£ improvement. When the man returned there would be no keeping him away from Jim this time. She had questioned the doctov that evening before leaving the hospital. She had told him she wanted to take Jim home to his people in St. Louis, and the doctor had smiled indulgently. "In a couple of weeks," he told her nonchalantly. "Oh, but I'd like to take him right away!" She had almost pleaded, and her heart sank like a stone when he shook his kindlv head. "Are you afraid we're not doing right by him here?" he half bantered. "She doesn't like us, nurse," he laughed, turning to the nurse "She wants to get this husband of hers away .from us." "No, it's not that! It's just--he'd be better off if he was near his mother--" She faltered over the word, and dropped her eyes. "In two weeks we'll see about it," the doctor promised, and she turned away to hide her agitation Two weeks! Didn't ho realize--two weeks would be too late? They had to be away from here by "then j Y Safely away, with no traces left' ·-- She'd HAVE to find a way! I Wide-eyed, sleepless, she tried, ' now. to make some plans. Desperately she counted the money in her purse and in the wallet of Jim's they had turned over to her at the hospital. It was not much scarcely fifty dollars in all, but it would have to do. The first thing in the morning she'd go to the sta- 1 V tion and purchase two railroad ' tickets, she decided. Tickets to where? In the dim light of Mrs. Morriss' bed lamp she rumaged through the bag she had brough over from her side of the house, and found tucked away in its pocket, the road map she and Jim had used on their honeymoon trip. Purposefully, she spread it out, and traced with her finger the network of roads, leading to names that were all new to her. One by one she looked over the nearby towns and SATURDAY, MARCH 25, 1939 w s a n discarded them because they were _ _, ....... u\-t_ou.^cr mcjr \visn; too close to Brighton. Would it be better to go out of the state altogether, she wondered, and longed for Jim's stalwart shoulder beside her, and his drawling advice. It could not be a place where a budge was in construtcion. That much she knew. After this experience every new bridge would be watched, and any newcomer asking for work would be a target for ' suspicion. H meant that J i m ' " would have io give up his trade, OFCALUM'WCAP^J . - ..JWE11 WAVJT YATO "CAPJM psacy, TH' nc TrVJ ' M0ms~r-? H * HAi MAK NOtV -3AY (T AGAIN si^MS*!^:^^.^ =o Vux- josr IT MAVBe MJEfO GET , . HAVE To VJWCM OOG! AMO GO AT tin THeSHOCrCOF!Vj£ ROBBERV WAS TOO NJNSrV/ DCJCTOTSS SHEWA'S ON THE 8SACH WITH ME WHEN AU.1t THING TO DO YIITHTHAT . ROBSEttV.' THAT TRAP-DOOR MU5T HAVE SLAMMED DOWWANO LOCKED ITSELF IT CX)E5N'T MATTER- THEDOOR ATTHE OTHER END IS STILL OPEhJ HEH, HEH/ SO YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD TIE ME UP/ VOUR SHIP'S REAY, MR. BLUE eOOO-WHICH DIRECTION WD BRADfORD GOOD-FIND THErtAND NEVER HJRRV UP.' WE MUST LOCATE THEM BEFORE DARK .'TAKE OFF! ERltK RIES VEST A CAS ROU.S UP 70 THE FIELD KEEU YOUR HANDS ABOVE THE BELT THE LAW/YEP, THORNDYKE, IN LEAGUE WITH BJTCWS GANG. MAKBALL KINDS OF PROMISES TO THE PRISONER, TO MAKE SUB E ME WILL NOT TURN STATE'S WITNESS AGAINST THIS WTL1. HOLD YOU SO YOU'LL NOT INTERFERE WITH MY PLANS AND YOUR MOUTH SHUT.THORNDYXE, DON'T ASK QUESTIONS.' - " j I DON'T SftVV JUST DO WHAT I SAY. I |_, MISTER.. THESE BISCUITS WERE SENT ESPECIALLY FOR , VOUR PRISONER. RIGHT GOOO.BUT WHOSENT'EW? THE LONE RANGER SOFTLY CAUTIONS THE SHERIFF NOT TO SPOIL HIS PLANS THAT ITEM PHIU p^AD A3OUT THE FEDS NABB1W THAT BOGUS COUNT-- SOUNDEp CASUAL ENOLK5H --Am YET. \MPOS TVLA.T IT ffO'f WWSON's t-AWOFFICE I'M A SQUARE -SHOOTER, I AMI K»Tr MIND TAPPIN' KYCROFT FOR A LITTLE EXTRA PO BUT I PPZAW THE LIN£ AT ROBBIN'-// I'M . -TH£V'UL, DO WHAT I -6A.V OKAY, MAC - BUT I'M WABNIN' THERE'S GONNA over that phase of it nou-. There were too many other things to think about. She settled, finally, upon a minor metropolis almost across the state from Brighton. It was a thriving city, large enough to be impersonal, where newcomers would not attract attention. No more homey little places like Brighton for them! She knew that now. with a pang of regret. Camdon was the name of the citv of her choice, and If rfc slipped into the station i planning in a new anxiety as the and bought the tickets one at a shrilling of Mrs. Morriss'telephone time, the station agent would i wakened her hours later. Sitting scarcely notice, she lold herself. Then when the time came and Jim was able to travel, she'd have them, and they could leave unnoticed, with nothing to trace them by. Just drop out She felt a little better when she went to bed, finally, the promise ., . ----, Bitting there on I thought, as she" dropped ofV'to "tiie the bed, alone, she looked at the ! sleep her tired nerves were de}n the ^map with tear-filled ' manding, Camdon might not be y.'ondermg if it would ever . such a bad place. Any place would ·- =-- -*· ···· "out,. ·-·- "«"-ie to tfiem, or if they would ' be wonderful with Jim find some other means of earning ! have to move on from there, too ' * * V a living, but she couldn't worry | Keep moving on, forever: ''He's calling for you. And I h o doctor thinks you'd bettor come." She stood for a moment a.- She phone clicked cle;ici. ;md Mrs. Morriss, shapeless in her bundled" dressing gown, cried out at tight o£ her face. "I've got to go." she told her. - _ . _ "It's Jim--" She turned. sudde:il%-, Bounded in ° SP - - h a "« ? lmost ran lm l , ilc s t a i r s "The doctor would like you to ! took charge. "We can botli be t once, Mrs. Bennett." thel v c i l r t ' b " the time it get 1 ; here.'' up m bed she saw it was still dark outside, and swift fear 'gripped her. She was downstairs before Mrs. I phone. It was the impersonal voice '-' "- - - -- - - · clerk which She "You mean he's worse?" "Tli« doctor would like you here." The voice was unmoved. . . i " Bu ' what--he was all right last was to forget her frantic I night. What happened?" ''But you "Both?'' she echoed. can't come with me'." "You don't think I'd let ynu £r alone, do you? Come and get dressed." "Bui you can't! I won't have it! You--you need your rest, Mrs. Morriss. You h.ivc to work tomorrow. I couldn't think--'' She was floundering, trying to think o£ some vahd reason for keeping the woman here at home. She couldn't have anybody prying, listening. "The doclor s.Tid not to brine anycrc "* she lied, desperately. "He doesn't want any i-oalusion. It's sweet of you, Mnr. ..lorriNS. I--appreciate It, But I'd better K o - nlor-c." "Of cour:r. it v«: fee! that way." Mrs. iv.ii nbviouTy hurt and Lona'i heart arlicd. "t think you should hav« fornrbody oltic.-. In c.ise--somtbody fhould he with .von. You never know what "ill happen--" She broke of/, and I.ona v.lnccd bcinre the implication ·.r'J'v!', 0 ",',' r '-' ut '" « h ' «ld bravely. And I 11 call you--If--II you're needed/' (To He C o n t l n u c a )

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