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FRIDAY, MAY 4, 1934 MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE CHAPTER 58. ' She started a little at his words, but, though her smile died, her resolution remained. "No, he didn't tell me that," she said. "And I'm afraid I can't believe it, because he threatened to kill you if I didn't-didn't . . ." "Didn't what?" said Tiggie. She hid her face from his look. "He is my husband," she whispered. "I suppose he has--the right." "Oh, my God!" said Tiggie. In the silence he kept his arms about her, but Ills face above her bowed head was set and gray, his eyes stony. It was many minutes before Tiggie spoke again, and then there was a subtle change in his voice. It sounded many years older than himself. "If it's a question of rights, he has forfeited any he ever had," he said. "If it's a question of killing, two can play at that game. Now listen. Viola, for I mean every word I say. Nothing will make me give you up. Whatever I may have io go through to make you my wife, I shall count as an honor for your sake. And I shall not shirk it. Do you understand?" But Viola remained silent, her face hidden from him. "Viola!" He spoke insistently. "You do understand. Tell me you do!" But still she did not look up, though her whole body throbbed in his hold. He waited for a few moments, then began to feel for her hidden face, seeking to turn it upwards. But at that she moved very suddenly, raising it to his own. Her eyes burned in their deep hollows with a strange and spiritual radiance in which there was nothing earthly. She lifted her hands to his shoulders, holding him slightly from her. "I only know this," she said, and her voice was clear and firm as he had never heard it. "I have done wrohg over and over again in taking help from you. But I have come to the end of it now. I'm going to cut adrift, Tiggie, and where I shall finish God alone knows. But I won't be on your raft; dear, ever again-though I shall, never forget--never forget--your great goodness in taking me on board. Now I want you-Dlease Tiggie--to say good-bye to me--for good, because it can't possibly be otherwise now. Don't you see I would rather die than drag you i. down? If it came to that, I would |X-die--that I solemnly declare to you If %-and even you wouldn't be able to , When Tiggie came to himself he was back at "The Sea Lion," though he had not the faintest recollection as to how he arrived there. So intolerable was the pain at his heart -t that he felt as if the world of normal things must have come to an end. One thought alone stood out of his sea of suffering and to this he clung with a. tenacity which seemed to save his reason, and that was the fixed determination to meet his enemy. Upon the memory of Viola he -and even you ;cafi.-event it. Yes, I am in earnest-- I in earnest, and nothing will . , f -%: " rlke me change. If-I loved you only '' e, perhaps I might let you do t as, I am utterly un- ·K^iuiy, and I can't. There! I have lone. PleaSe will you'kiss me now and go--go right away and take Harvey with you--ao that we don't meet again? That is the greatest thing you can do for me-now, dearest. Please--please--win you do it?" ' There was no ignoring the entreaty in her voice now or in the earnest supplication of those burn" ing eyes. It came to Tiggie suddenly that to remain and resist her was to torture her as he had been tortured the previous night. And though his dared not dwell, but put it resolutely from him. As he had said, this was not the end, nor would he for a moment consider it as such. But what the end was to be it was impossible to say until he had seen Norman again. To find the fellow and thrash him without mercy was the first impulse within him, and till it was satisfied he swore to himself that he would never rest. There are times in the lives of tortured human beings when physical inaction is impossible--the greatest torture of all; and thus was it 'now with Tiggie. The need to meet and revenge himself upon his enemy was stronger than any desire he had ever known before. It urged him with a fiery and perpetual goading which swept him irresistibly on, brooking no delay. No madness of delirium could have driven him more relentlessly. But "The- Sea Lion" presented a blank and deserted appearance. It was not the hour for kindly gosip, and doubtless Joe Penny was busy within, working under his wife's capable guidance. It did not take Tiggie long to look into the bare, dingy rooms and find them empty. He went upstairs, but only to achieve the same results. The rosy cheekec chambermaid was the ony person to be seen. All the doors were open all the rooms tenantless. He went, down again, still raging inwardly, chafing at the prospect of delay. Out again into the mist he tramped, hearing again the voice of the siren coming muffled through its shifting folds; then, struck by a sudden thought, he plunged back to search for something in the hall. He found a stout ash stick---Harvey's property--and pulled it out, testing it grimly in his hands. Yes, it would answer the purpose. It was strong enough to hammer anyone to a pulp. He went out again into the empty little street. All that was left was to wait till his enemy came, and waiting was the hardest task of all --or so he thought. He strode along the road to the bridge beneath which, the torrent ran. The waters were swollen from the rain on the hills, and a cloud of spray rose up from the boulders over which they rushed. The roar and turmoil of it fascinated him, seeming for a space to deaden the fiery torture within.- But. the relief was only temporary. Very soon he turned away, driven by the red devil of vengeance that would not let him rest. me previous JJIKIIL. .miu mvugu. m* vu i*-u.T~ .t. j^^u.***.. »-·. ..---whole manhood rose up in fierce re- them discussing the idea at dinner volt, he in leash for her sake. Yet for a space he would not yield, because he could not. And only when her strength began to totter at last and she broke into bitter weeping, entreating him to leave her, could he by any means muster his own. Then, moved by her anguish as nothing else could have moved him,, he held her to him, comforting her in the only way that was left to m. "All right, darling! I'll go -- I'll ' , go," he said. "Don't cry! I can't bear it. This isn't the end. God Surely the fellow would soon make his appearance! There could be nothing to keep him for long in the open on a morning such as -this. The mist had become a drizzle, gray and cold and penetrating. The impecunious clergyman and his wife had gone inland on the morning omnibus that met the midday train, hoping to leave it behind. He had heard knows it can't be. But I'll go--if you wish it." She snade desperate efforts to control her distress, but he saw that her powers were nearly spent. He got up and lifted her from her chair to the bed. And there he bent low over her, his arms still clasping her. "Don't fret, darling! Don't fret!" he urged, and his own voice was broken and oddly uncertain. "I can't leave you if you fret. Oh, darling, hush--hush!" . She clung to him closely for a while, sobbing piteously like a child; then at last she grew still, and her hold relaxed. "Good-bye!" she whispered almost inaudibly. He felt her go limp in his arms and as he laid her down, her head fell back. The face he stooped to kiss was deathly. And then there came a touch on his shoulder and Helen's voice behind him. "Leave her to me! It's .only a faint. You go now! It'll be better for her." Bitter words, though kindly spoken, of which he could not question the truth! Dumbly he turned and stumbled from the room, hardly realizing what he did until he stood once more in the drenching sea mist, gazing out through a blur of tears and seeing nothing, while the gates of his paradise closed silently behind him. the night before, and it was evident that they had acted upon it. He was thankful that they were out of the way, for he wanted an empty stage for his reckoning with Norman There was no fear of interference from anyone else, and he wouk thrash him like a dog in the street Furiously he fell to tramping up and down in front of the inn, the heavy stick clenched in his hand It was like a hideous nightmare punctuated by the ghastly wailing of the siren; and there were times during that eternity of waiting when the very mist itself turned crimson all around him and became a sea of blood. "I suppose this "means murder,' he said to himself, and something within him leapt to the thought as a wild beast leaps to its prey. On and on, to and fro, endlesslj be strode, wheeling mechanicallj each time after the same number oi paces, like a sentry on duty, while the awful tide of hatred surged higher and higher in his brain. I was like a treadmill of fury, and fantastically, words that he vaguelj remembered as Biblical coursed likt fire through his seething brain "The winepress of the wrath o God." Was that what he was tread ing in that hour? And what was i that came out of the winepress' That also he remembered with i vividness of which his commonplac imagination had never before been capable. And again the mist abou him and the ground on which h walked was red--red as blood. He felt the sweat running down his face. Why had he not killed th fellow the night before? Harvey ha suggested it, and he had though him mad. Surely Harvey had bee the sane one of the two! But h would remedy the omission now. Th weapon he carried was stout enoug to smash a man's skull, and th strength of a giant nerved the ban that held it. It would not take Ion EVER feEEH ON VAOR-SE BEFORE? HEY, \ VJA-a JUST COHMMG OME«- A Surprise Attack By Les Forgme LETS GO IN WO see . SUTCH LOWER - m ON THE. BILL F\T THE. 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There came the sound of running feet behind him and he swung around. A stout square figure came lumbering round the corner of the inn, and impetuously he moved to meet it. It was Joe penny. The landlord had evidently run some distance, for he was desperately out of breath, and as Tiggie reached him he swayed and would have fallen but for Tiggie's firm support; As it was, he doubled up with the breath whistling through his spent lungs and hung upon him almost in a state of collapse. "What on earth . . ." said Tiggie. 'What's the matter, man? Is everybody gone mad today?" "No, sir--no!" Through tearing gasps Joe Penny answered him. "I'll be all right--in a minute. Give me time--get my wind!" Tiggie gave him time. He did more, half-dragging and half-carrying him to a bench outside the porch upon which Joe sank thankfully panting as though he were nearly at bursting point. But in a very few seconds he was speaking again, forcing out his utterance in great jerks. "I came--to "ind you, sir. There's no one else --to help. All the boys--are out with the nets. You been through it --yourself, sir--and you know. .1 said to my mate--if anyone can help him--it's Captain Turner!" "Who's wanting help?" said Tig- eie. But in that moment a strange power was upon him--and he knew. Joe Penny gulped out his answer. 'The gentleman---what come hero- last night. He's fell off the cliff in the fog. He's down on Slimby Rock --crying for help." "My God!" said Tiggie. "My God!" And it was as If his heart turned over with the words, uttering its own desperate cry for help. Joe straightened himself a little, beginning to recover. "Jim's waiting up there, sir, and there's another bit of rope in the shed I said I'd bring. There's his tow boys as well. They can pull on that all right, and I'll be able to help. But it's no good any o' them going down. It'll take I sort of action But to what? To jring life to a man who, if he had crossed his path but a minute earlier, would even now be lying dead? "My God!" he whispered again, and he spoke as a man in agony. 'My God! Not this! I--can't!" (TO BE CONTINUED) Americanism: Thinking the Filipino needs us to manage his affairs; arranging our own affairs so that millions starve because we have too much.--Cedar Rapids Gazette. a strong man to lift him. But knew you'd come along, sir, if could only find you. I'm better now. We'd best be getting along. It's life or death to him." He staggered to his feet. Tiggie was standing stiffly motionless, as a man might stand before a firing party in the last terrific moment of his earthly existeuce. His heart was beating with wild spasmodic jerks Life or death! Life or death! And what was life but one long fierce struggle of shipwrecked creatures fighting to escape perdition? And he--the sublime fool of them all- was he going to cast himself overboard to give his enemy place ? The blood was pounding temples. He could hear it muffled drum, urging him to some NUMSKUU* his | like a DEAR NOAH=- IF SUSIE DlDNT MIND HER MAW, VJOOLD MRS RUSSELL. ROCHE, H,V. DEAB. NOAH " WHAT BECOMES OFAU-.THE (51NGS FOLKS 5IVE YOU ON THE PHONE MRS H SAN BRICK BRADFORD IK THE anr BENEATH THE SEA By William Ritt and Clarence Graj I'VE KILLED HER- THE GIRL- I -rt i AT ue r\ vi i unoe Tr** MI= IT'S'JUME/ JUNE/. AMD I'VE. KILLED MER/ THAT MEANS MORE. TO ME 5-1 TH AM LIFE. I'VE GOT TO SET YOU OUT OP THIS MESS, SOMEHOW, JUME-OUT OF THIS PLA.CE.' BRICK, DID YOU REALLY THAT--? WHY, I THINK ITS GBAMD.'

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