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The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 10

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Embattled £QV »A^ BY lOBFHa t*ODl'r-m*l '··· : ^- ~" CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR EESTWICK CARNES' h e a r t gave a thud. "Choppo, you mean you walked on the outside of the railing." "Sure. I knew i£ this buttercup could do it, I could too. I'm glad," he said again. "I'm glad I listened. Abby says it's bad. She won't ever let me tell her anything I find out that way. I tried to (ell her. Well, Rusty, I'll take a paddling now, but you'll never make me sorry." His eyes swung to Eugenia. He terminated defiantly, "I know what you are." "Fantastic!" cried the girl. "Really, Rusty, if you believe those detestable lies you're not sane. I'm beginning to think they took your brains instead o£ your blood." In contrast to her rich wrath, Restwick Games' manner \vas serene. "Isn't it about time you stopped bluffing, Eugenia? I'm getting tired of it. I'm getting tired of you,",, he added. In the same lazy voice he said, "I wondered who had tipped off the Mazatlan captain and those federal men to my wife. You, of course!" "Why should I accuse your wife of being a jewel thief?" the girl roared. "She had plenty of jewels of her own without another bracelet and a couple of rings." "How did you know what jewels she had? She hardly ever wore them." Even before that quiet-voiced insertion, the girl knew she had spoken her doom. "Ohhh!" she ground out in a shudder, not a shudder of anger now, but one of despair. How could she have been so stupid? Outwitted by a red-headed tike. "It's all right, Eugenia. I knew the story when you hit Choppo Don't worry about it." The girl mistook his gentle tones. She rushed toward him and threw an arm about his shoulders. She kissed him, at least twice before his weak arms could thrust her away. "Eugenia! Get away, Eugenia!' The man was recoil.'rig from her as from a contamination. "There is nothing more. odious than a butchered love. Get away from me," he repeated. "You're making me really ill." "Take a powder!" Choppo told her. 'But, Husty," the girl wailed. Her knees were shaking so that they hardly held her up. "Rusty, what am I to do? I have no money. I'm scared, Rusty. I don't want to stay in Honolulu. I want to leave and I have no money," she said again. He gave her a look of pure loathing. "You'll get something from the Carnes Trust every month. Not much. Not what you'd like to have. Just a living, Eugenia, in memory of a deader- '.han-dead love. Goodby,.Eugenia." Still she lingered. "Scram, sis!" ordered Choppo. "We don't need any more rinky-dink from you." She left then, crying gently. Sincerely, too, Restwick Carnes knew aeyond a doubt. The first sincere iears of her life. He rolled over and buried his face in a pillow. How awful it had been. Like seeing the wings stripped from an angel. Worse even. His heart felt as if it had shriveled to a tiny object. And yet, if it had shriveled, how should it possibly choke him so hard as it was choking him? His own tears began to flow. They felt hard and gritty in the sockets of his eyes. After several minutes of grievous weeping he turned his head to look at his little companion. The child had not moved. He had that expression Rusty had seen in the eyes of puppies who feel they've done something wrong. "Guess I should have kept my trap shut like Abby said. Then you'd have been as happy with the buttercup as if nothing Had ever happened." "Nope, Choppo. You did exactly right. I'd have found out some time. Trouble is I didn't find out soon enough." He began barking at the child to take the dismal look off his freckled face. "Get up from there. Get some blue paper on the flashlights for the blackout. It's practically dark already." While the child dashed about delightedly carrying out his idol's orders, Restwick. Carnes reached for the telephone. "I know you're not sending cables yet, but as soon as you are send this one to my wife, care of the Riverview hotel in Reno, Nex'. Message, "Tell Abby that Choppo is bossy as usual. As for you, hold everything, until I can talk with you.'" That should do it. He had to feel decent again, if possible, and that meant apologizing to Paige. It SCOTT'S SCRAP- BOOK By R.J.SCOTT ,£ I- lAS-f Holy ROMAM SMPEO.OH- 0(10 ONLY ·fiU-r STAY' wtiEN -THROW* on-THE 0 P . BM.KS. Atf-fflE "ToMBS oT-ftE. IMPERIAL MlKC'-TAl-Su A K . irtlNA,_ARE. CONSlPEBiD.CWOD OklEMS - DAILY CROSSWORD ACROSS 1- Citadel of 8, Triumphed 10. Ascended 11. Slides over 13. Knitting stitches 14. Thick soup 15. Narrow roadway 16. Scattered, as seed 17. Cunning 19. Joined 20. Exclamation 22. African country 25. Norse sky-god 27. Light bedstead 28. Part o£ motor truck 30. Performed 33. Music note 34. Friar's tillo 35. Tvi-illed fabric 37. Satiate 39. Receptacle 42. Eagle's nest 44. Race horse 45. Light wood 46. Little islands 47. Feet of pig ·49. Fart of meal 5. Speak imperfectly 6. Abuses 7. Nervous 8. Malayan boat 8. Attracted 10. Entire 12. Japanese coin 18. New Mexican flower 19. Headdress of bishop 20. Near to 21. Hasten 23. Negative word 24. Swiss river 26. Unrolled 29. Exist 31. Singer 32. One who gives by will 26. Small bed 37. Chatter 3S. Jump 40. Observes 41. Bitter vetch 43. Devours R * a D)O 0|N .. ..E^IE l BQB BD QHSHI10E3 BBSQQSIil 3 BOD I! SE3E3B @SE3D 44.Insect 48. Part of "to be" I.Estonian coins 2. Spelled again 3. Nights before holidays . 4. Masurium (sym.) 31 I-ID CBYPTOQUOTE--A cryptogram quotation K R M E C R F A F M M K L L I P M Q L L H I G L A A L K , T J K F M M r A F G K J C F M *3 L A EJ I G L A A L K -- C. B V F R L G. Yesterday's Cr.vptoquotc: WHAT THIN PARTITIONS SENSE FROM THOUGHT DIVIDE!--POPE. MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE meant groveling before her. She deserved it. The darkness brought quiet and unreality. No lamp-lit terrace dining room. No music. No singers with guitars playing for the hotel hula dancers. As did every adult in Hawaii that night, Hestwick Carnes lay waiting for dawn. Though his body ached for sleep, his flurried mind kept that solace from him". And the shameful fears that had pestered him during the day returned, their haunting now twice as ghastly because of his knowledge of Eugenia's guilt. Glimpsing her true ugliness had oeen like death. It had been worse than death. If she were dead he'd never have to see her again. As it was, he might. And he couldn't bear it. There was something about her, something so horrible. Suddenly he was on his feet, groping his way to the hall door. He closed and bolted the wooden one, not depending, as was customary in that tropical climate, on the locked screen doors. He crossed the room and pulled heavy wooden shields across the lanai double screen doors. The air became motionless. He was perspiring when he again lay down on his bed. Faced with a new self-accusation, he knew he was afraid of Eugenia. How dreadful! To' be afraid of little fragile blond Eugenia. But why not? There was something odious about her. Something he did not understand. He wanted" to turn on a. light, but it was "hot enough already. Even a shrouded flashlight made too much heat. And brilliance. Not yet were there protective the blackout curtains. Besides, light jarred his nerves. So did the darkness. And the loneliness. Restwick Carncs had never been in darkness before, except after having been near so many bright lights that he welcomed darkness as a relief. Or as a curative preparation for more bright lights. Nor could he recall having been alone. Without taking into consideration anyone else, the man decided he was the unhappiest person iix the world. Too much had been taken from him that day. And nothing had been given back. Nothing ever could be given back. That was the a w f u l part. There was nothing more for him. When he heard the dawn pa(rol it was as if he were having his forehead stroked. He went to sleep for a while. But at 8 o'clock he was up and dressing. A slight noise sent Choppo leaping out of bed. "You must have heard something fromjthe mob." "Get back!" Rusty's stiff forefinger was against the child's chest. "Get back into bed." Meekly Chpppo's feet backtracked, but a swift ducking motion, not anticipated by the man. took him beneath that admonishing finger. He began pulling sneakers over bare feet. "You're not going!" Restwick Carnes buckled his belt, then unbuckled it to tighten it still another note!). Suddenly he knew that Choppo WAS going. He'd locked his doors last night. He knew he had to keep Choppo with him until Eugenia could get away from Honolulu. Gruffly he changed his order. "Maybe you'd better come along. I don't want you to worry the hotel employes silly." They did not stop for breakfast in the hotel dining room. In the drug store, across the street, they lad papaya juice, boiled eggs, toast and coffee. Even Choppo had coffee, two spoonsful, mixed into a cup of hot milk. Despite his railing at Rusty, just as he always had at Abby, that he'd had "strong coffee" in his day. Rusty pacified, "But you weren't BOARD AND ROOM By GENE AHERN I KNOW MEAT IS . SCARCE,. GEL, SO I BRQUGHT SCME SIRLOIN OF BEAR. FROM "THE MOUNTAINS OF MY RANCH / IT MAKES GOOD CHAWIN5 AKTER. SOFTEN IT \V1TH A CLUB AND SET IT TO BOIL, A FEW DAYS / \VEU_,--THIS ' -SAVES WE FRCM SETTING OUT A TRAP TO CATCH-THE WOLF AT OUR MODEST MAIDENS "Hm-m-mm. Can they ALL have blind dates?' "STRICTLY PRIVATE" Tf»dtw»[lt Filtered U. 5. P*tsal OSes | f DfcAfc f*W V1AS "TELL1HQ /"/B TDDAV "nw IW BJER/ BIS WDBSIW WSE IS /U.VWVS SOME P\\V \ ns A p.s.1 euess tu A . --- · SATURDAY, JANUARY 16, 194J bopping Japs on the skull, then were you? You must keep strong lor your work." That memory, so glorious, assuaged the little boy until they were downtown. Sandbags were piled against buildings and windows. There were guards at all strategic doorways--travel bureaus, cable offices, banks. A grin popped across Rusty's face when he saw a sol- dier, bayonet fixed, standing in front of the Carnes Trust. He ignored the building. Not so, Choppo. "Hey, Rusty," he yelled, stili craning his neck back to the imposing sight. "Somebody's got the same name as you. Bet they think they're smart." As they crawled through narrow downtown streets a casual friend spied them. "Hey, Rusty, don't you know the bars aren't going to open today? What are you doing out?" "Phooey!! yelled Choppo. "I don't want a. drink," Rusty added. Actually, he wanted one badly. "As you probably know, I'm one o£ the best pilots on this island. I'm on my way to offer my services to the army air forces." (To Be Continued) SCORCHY SMITH- At THE SOVIET PUAME OPC*S UK ONLYON'e BANK OF SUNS f=liZE5.,. -By FRANK ROBBINS MUGGS AND SKEETER HH FuzsTsunsr AVJST HAVE XTTTHe FiHINS COMTCOl- Of MY ?I«HT wiNS-cu/vs.'ier aeruSH .THE BECOiL Of .W M 6UNS SHAKE M£ -By WALLY BISHOP .-v/r~ t*t' 17-J. K^t rn.wr, s'^i«r. l« ,\\ BIG SISTER- By LES FORGRAVE SOME EXCITED KID WITH A MISTER.VtlU'RE NOT 7 t RECKON I CAN SO1MS TOTRy TO f tAKE CARE OP ALU HANDLE TrfS ALONEA THE SPIES VYB'U. ARE YOU ? ^_~«r UNCOVER . 1 NOW SONNY, JUST BECAUSE/ BUT I TOUNO WILD TALE ABOUT PlNDING A MAN CHASED 1OU OOESU'T MAKE HIM A SPY: WE BETTER JUST CAU. IT BUDDY'S NOT ONE TO JOK6, OFFICER: OAKY DOAKS By R .B. FULLER ETTA KETT WH40CW Y/» WWIT1MC TOR? GOON, PASTS By PAUL ROBINSON IF i CANF HAVE RICKEY 1 MADS SUGE \OU WONT GST HIM.EITHER BRICK BRADFORD By WiLLiAM RITT and CLARENCE GRAY THE EMEMY MARCHES TOIL STRENGTH to ATTACK OUR DTV ,6U (\RBEo OM.Y BY TUKT'S WWWTBONGtHIKKS, "».TAR|K -- THATS WHEOE HE MAUE W5 FATAL MISTAKE NU-HHURMW.THEY HHE LEFT THEIR STEEDS BWIN -BECAUSE ' WOULD BE U5EIESS 1H AWAUEudNOMOAIflJ cnv. LOOK ASAIN.TftRIK-flREWW OF7HON5GBEATK05T MOUNTED? YOU LAUGH; BRKK,UO ' NOT UNDERSTAND/ ADVENTURES OF PATSY By CHARLES RAAB PLEASE OONT CRV AMV MORE MULDOONll WE CAM BUY LOTS MORE DISHES IT WASN'T ILL TEt-l. HI/A IT'S Al_l_ R SOON'S i BUT MY TMtNSS XVrTER WHAT HAPPENED COULD NCVER FACE MISS PATSY. -IT IS DARK EMOUGH SLIP OUiETUy »* -axx-^^v AWAY;'. X-BFT THE KITCHEM THAT MR WISGS WOULD THINK OF TRYING TO WASH OlSHES'. 1 DICKIE DARE MO WlStS OUR tVBXIH6 MHW --·ASFOR TtKHEAKT rwtr; xxu FMO m*r Our UOKK, By COULTON WAUGH ·^'^.S^'r^v^.V:^^

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