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The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 23

Mason City, Iowa
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Thursday, May 3, 1934
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THURSDAY, MAY 3, 1934 MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTl OLD HOME TOWN By STANLEY ILL TELL. YOU WHAT OO, MR ROBl« SET RID OP THIS OLE COUNTER 'A!' RUT)N A SOOf FOUNTAIN- T'WOMT TAKE UP SO MUCH ROOM: CHAPTER 57 He .awoke to the fact that Harvey was pouring himself out another drink, and a sudden revlusion of feeling came upon him, making him recoil in sheer disgust. For the first time he found the artist's presence intolerable. "Well, I'm going," he said, and turned to the door. "That's right," Harvey called after him. "Have a good night!" "A good night! Ye gods!" said Tiggie as he went heavily away. That task of telling """" ~ sued Tiggie like a a - throughout the dark hours that followed. He could not picture himself even beginning to tell her. The memory of her as she had been that morning met him like a pale specter whichever way he turned. And her words: "I must keep my paradise a little longer--even if it is only a fool's paradise!" He knew now why they had haunted him so. All through that bitter night, while the rain pounded against his window and the wind roared over the sea, he lay helpless, gazing as it "k were at the storm driven wreckage ground him And there were times ghen even his stout heart quailed gth that fear to which he could he no name. __'in the morning he arose haggard IE5d unrefreshed to make his last 1 fight. There was no one about downstairs when he descended, and he breakfasted alone, thankful that his early appearance sent Joe Penny scuttling to and fro to serve him, allowing no time for gossip. The wind and rain had abated, and a heavy mist hung over the sea. "It'll spread in before long," said the landlord. "Hear that siren, sir? That's the Sllmby Point lightship." Yes Tiggie heard the melancholy sound'and wished from his soul that it might cease. It might have been the bellowing of the Giant Despair. When he went out at last, the ragged white curtain was already drifting over Fame, and the rush of the stream across the road had a weird remoteness, as though it ran underground. He turned his face to the cliff path. He must see Viola before he did anything else. It was useless to postpone telling her. They must face this thing together. He dared She stood back with a mute gesture, and he entered. She was par- lv ....-v taking of a hurried breakfast. Turn- Vtola mir- iD S to look at her - he saw tte strain nightmare in her eyes which she no longer at- not leave her in longer. ignorance any '1'S*-'-. Heavily his feet followed the slippery track which they had mounted 30 lightly the day before. At the gate he paused, but not as he had paused then. The hoot of the distant siren came walling over the water, and he shivered with a sense of deadly coldness. There seemed to he something horrible in the creeping mist wreaths all about him, as though some evil thing stretched out its ghastly tentacles to feel for him. He entered the little garden almost at a run, conscious of a blind sense of panic for which there was no accounting. In the porch he stopped to collect himself and wipe the cold drops of mist--or was it sweat?--from his face. It was evident that the long night's vigil had told upon his nerves. He could not go to her thus. There was nothing more infectious than fear. And after all, what was the meaning of this craven feeling? What had he to be afraid of? Early as it was, he did not stop to knock, but went straight in and quickly shut the door behind him. Then he stood again In the dark passage, deliberately mustering his self-control. The door of the little sitting room was closed, but aa he stood there he heard a movement on the other side. It opened rather quickly, and Helen SHE'S JUST LAKE VJEU-.SHE'-S- XT'* NVCE TO TALX PEOPLE,BOT BETH, JUST ,, . .! OP w_u PEOPLE'. MERE JUST THE OViE 1 ^Ws, WOP\N S vaOOV-Orl'T WStT. A.VSC ·VWO A Newcomer By Les Forgrave , "pvri""t. 1934. by Central Frew Associ I DIDN'T BEUEVE- \T, 'CfVJ5£ RIGHT UN.OERHE.ftTH IT SWO IT Uft5 r\ UE- OOH- ^H TOOK OK POISON ) vou TOOK, TO CURE fW COLO, PK4D J DIDN'T HtoLJ SEE. NOW FvH't^ *\CK rf VT SfMO «"*ON_J°N In Black and White By George Swan ! 00T THIS \S '*! TGOIMG To Frank Merriwell at Yale ATPACOW-. MOO...UTS SOU CAM THE TI2ACIO QMTH SE FOIL. ME 2 1/eeNE.FlTMFVOU, CAM 00 AMSTH /MCr._OH. By BurtL Standisb "\ SET At too \ SIS A PAiRO I MITTS FE«. ) YE* PAWS lUToA Easy to Please SONOU8.E.THE DAME. I'M TO WATCH .'.' WOW :' HERE S-HE is - IGOT A LETTEtZ 7HREW1- ING m DAU6HTEtZ.-- I WANTVOU TO GO rOlt- A -- HE'LL BO ALOMG." VIHS,DONT XOUTEU- Nourz. DAD sou WieoTt THE HIM -/ Not So Good you?" There was a mixture of relief and consternation in her voice which he was quick to note. "What is it?" he said. well?" "Yes. Oh yes." She answered him with obvious embarrassment. "You I --you know--of course you know-that her husband has come?" "May I come in?" said Tiggie. tempted to hide. She spoke in answer to his look. "I'm late, I know. I couldn't keep Viola in bed. She insisted on getting up, and I had to help her. I've left Joyce with her now." "What about--her husband? Tiggie. "Have you seen him?" "Oh yes," she said again. "He turned up last night, just after «up- per. I didn't know quite what to do. But he insisted upon seeing Viola, so I had to let him in. "What?" said Tiggie. "What?" The blood suddenly went to his head, and for a moment the loud singing of his ears made him deaf to everything else. But she made no attempt to answer him, and the long wail of the siren came through the silence, dinning upon his numbed senses until they responded. As it ceased again, he awoke to the fact that Helen was speakinf uneasily, as though seeking to justify herself. "I didn'tlike the man, but he is her husband. I told him bow ill she had been and tried to persuade him not to disturb her, but it was no use. He was quite determined, BO there was no help for it. I had to go and tell her." "And she?" Tiggie's voice came hoarsely, as if it produced itself without any help from him. Helen made a soulless gesture. "Poor little soul! She was as brave as a lion, but she looked--like a terrified rabbit. She said at once that she would see him." "And then?" There was a metallic sound now in the words--a deadened awful ring. The veins of Tiggie's forehead were standing out in knots. "Well, then he went to her," Helen said. "He bolted himself in and was with her for nearly two hours. I didn't know what to do." A faint sob rose in her throat, but she swiftly suppressed it. "I could only sit in my own room and wait." "Go on!" said Tiggie. She obeyed him as though recognizing his right to know. "I can't say what passed between them. He kept very quiet. Only once--I heard her crying. I thought of coming to fetch you, but I was afraid It might be a mistake--make matters worse. So I just waited on, and at last he came out. He was very suave, regretted that I had stayed up on his account and said that there was really no need as his wife was now comfortably settled for the night. "Oh, Tiggie!" She broke off with a stood before him. "Oh, Tiggie!" she sudden rush of fierce indignation. "What a brute! What a brute!" "Tell me the rest!" said Tiggie. She complied as if she had no choice. "He left then, said he was putting up at 'The Sea Lioo.' I went to her. She was lying as one dead. I gave her brandy, and she tried not to take it. She begged me to let her die--only let her die. But I made her take it, and after that I don't know whether she slept or not. She seemed to lie in a sort of tranca all night long. I couldn't help her, couldn't get near her, though I stayed with her all the time. This morning she said she must get up. I tried to persuade her not to, but it was no good. So I thought it best to Pad Robinson give in. She is sitting up In her said. "Is it | room now, but she looks--terrible." NEED MONEY? PINE WILL LOAN YOU On furniture, autos, personal property or anything of value to persons who have steady employment LOANS CP TO $300 Pay back In monthly Installments LOANS MADE SAME DAS OF APPLICATION C. L. Pine Loan Company 01 Mason City Second Floor Weir Bids. Phone 224 She paused and made an appealing gesture. "If you see her, for heaven's sake be careful--be very careful!" Tiggie ignored the words, out more as If he had cot heard them than deliberately. "I'll go to her now," he said, and turned to the Helen made no attempt to detain him. Tiggie in that mood was a being unknown to her. "Send Joyce down to me," she said, and began to collect the breakfast things with a kind of dreary energy. "Tiggie'a step on the stairs brought Joyce to the bedroom door at the top. She came out to meet him, and put her arms round his. neck as she ascended. "You can come in, "Uncle Tiggie. Auntie Viola's up," she said. Somehow her loving clasp helped Tiggie, wherefore he could not have said. He paused to kiss her and deliver her mother's message, and when he stood up again he had as it were recovered his balance and was his own master again. He waited until she had run down to Helen before he knocked on the half open door. A low murmur answered him, and he entered. Viola was seated in a chair with her back to the light She did not stir at his entrance or make any movement of greeting. Her eyes were downcast and the lids did not even flutter at his approach. Save for her upright posture, she might have been a dead person sitting there. But Tiggie did not hesitate. He shut himself Into the room and went straight to her. He went down on his knees bjefore her without a word and stretched his arms around her, laying his face upon her cold clasped hands. She quiv red at his toucn, but she made no feature of yielding, only sat there massive in his hold, as though all motion had drained away. Even when his arms tightened jbout her, she made no voluntary movement of any sort. Only at ength, in a dry, husky voice, she poke. "Have you come to say good-by?" He clasped her then as he had never clasped her before, raising himself until he held her close against his heart "No, never- never--never!" he told her deeply. Til never give you up." She didn't resist, but she did not yield. She seemed to lack the strength to do either, yet spiritually she stood apart from him. "You can't give up--what you've never lad," she said in the same dry whisper. "I was never more to you than --storm-drift--just storm-drift." "You are my whole life to me," he told her passionately, wrought Into something that was almost frenzy by her words. "You are mine. I will never let you go." "I am not yours," she said. "I never have been--or can be. I've always known it--in my heart." He held her faster. "Viola-Viola! Don't say it! It's not true! I'll fight for you--while there's breath in my body! I'll never let you go. I swear it" She remained passive. "It's no use," she said. "It's all been a mistake. I never ought to have turnec to you for help. I ought to have known." "How could you know," said Tiggie, "when the damn' hound lied to you? But listen! I'm going to tak you away. He can take any steps he likes, and the sooner the better He shall never come near you again. That I swear." She stirred at that, slowly, lifting her head on his breast until her eyes looked up into his. And in their misty depths, like the gleam of stars in a still pool, he saw that smile which he had seen once be!ore--the smile of sacrifice. "That's--so like you, Tiggie," she said. "But it is impossible. I can't go away with you. How should I ever be able to endure myself af- ;erwards? I've gone near enough to wrecking your life as it is. No, don't speak! It's no good. I'm casting adrift from you now--you've saved my life twice. God bless you for all you've done for me! But I'm going out of your life now.--going for good. You mustn't try to stop me --because, I tell you, Tiggie, it would be easier for me to die than to accept that from you. If you love me--as I love you--you'll understand." A note of pleading had crept into the husky monotone in which she spoke. But Tiggie steeled himself against it. ·'And what about the afterwards for me?" he said. "Do you think life's going to be worth anything whatever to me without you?" She still smiled at him--her brave, piteous smile. "Oh yes--in time," she said. "Not at first, of course. But by and by--when you get back to your regiment--and everything is the same as before you met me." "Stop!" broke in Tiggie hoarsely "If you don't realize what hell i would be--then you've never known me! Besides, the scoundrel is ou for money--not for you. I suppose he didn't tell you that." (TO BE CONTINUED) The gulf stream is the most im -. portant and best-known current in the Atlantic ocean s _ ' BRICK BRADFORD D( THE CITT BENEATH THE SEA By William Ritt and Clarence IT'S YOU OCa I . FELLOW--I AMD IT' LL BE. VO U.' , · BRJCK, BATTLE AX RAISED TO STRIKE RUSHES DOWN UPOM JUNE. NOT RBC06- NI1IM6 HER THE DISGUISE OF EMEfAY WARRIOR n OW.' DOM'T STRIKE ME I AM-

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