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The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 11

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'Embattled £QV ^b~W^hh_. AY t S"k Af A«^V *·» *»r-»» '^·TJ-I. * j ^^^*^«^ · i ~~, MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE TUESDAY, JANUARY 19, 1943 LO KEN/1 CstRLETON CHAPTKR FORTY-SIX RESTWICK CARNES stood on the lanai and looked down at the deserted beach. There was scarcely a sound about the hotel. The terrace was deserted also. All meals were served indoors now and guests seemed to talk in muted voices as if afraid of being overheard. Instead of fighting against the menjbry of life as it had been, less than 48 hours earlier, the man gave in to it. That was a mistake, for it made him even more miserable. He heard Choppo answer the telephone. "Denison," the youngster relayed. Rusty said: "Tell him to come up!" Choppo obliged. Over the youngster's freckled face was the look of a perturbed host. "What'Il we do to entertain Denison?" He had walked out to lean beside Rusty. "Denison and I," specified the man, "will have cocktails. You will go down and have your dinner. A sensible dinner." To relieve his sternness, he smiled and said, "Buy some sort of game for us to play tonight during the blackout, an hour.' The strained I'U expect you back in feeling between Rusty and Denison Ware was so intense that for a few minutes they scarcely spoke. They sipped their Scotch, puffed cigarets and made comments about the attack Finally the red-haired m a n blurted, "I found out--about Eugenia. Paige told me I would some day. She said when I did she wanted to hear about it. She saic she wanted to watch the expression on my face. She said it ·would be her revenge for the way I'd treated her. Well, she should be here now." Denison Ware looked at ..... host's knotted hands. "I'm glac you found out that Paige is a right girl, bnt, you know, you don't have to rehash the affair for my sake. I don't have to be convinced. I knew she was an angel. Hestwick Games' laugh wa. dry. "And I thought Eugenia was I wonder how any girl can appear to be such an angel and be so rotten--" "Rusty," his guest said quickly "there's no need for this conversation. I don't want to hear abou Eugenia's faults. You should bi man enough to keep them to your elf." He set down his empty !lass. "There's no need o£ any urther talk--unless, do you have ;ome idea of trying to hold Paige Could you pos- o the marriage? ibly?" Restwick Carnes fixed himself another drink. "That all depends." "On what?" Ware's hands were shaking so that he could not prepare a second Scotch and soda for limself. He resented the amused expression on his host's face as he did it for him. "On what?" he repeated. "Answer and be quick about it." "On whether she loves you or me." "Our understanding was that she go to Reno, divorce you, come oack and marry me." "But you see, Denison, I have a cable in telling her not to do anything until we've had a chance to talk." "That's pretty bad, Rusty." "Why should you worry i£ you're so sure she ioves you?" The mocking gaze in Restwick Carnes' sapphire blue eyes faded. "Relax, Denison. It's all up to Paige. Actually, I don't care. 1£ she wants to stay with me, that's all right. If she walks out, that's all right, too. I just don't care. I don't care about anything." His freckled face crinkled. "When I learned about Eugenia, Denison, it was like death. It was worse than death. If she were dead I'd be rid o£ her. As it is, I live in a sort of clammy fear of having to see her. I want her off the island, out of my sight." He brought his eyes back to rest on Denison Ware's face. "Everything is over, for me." "Oh now, Rusty, it isn't the end of the world, for lord's sake." "Yes it is. It's the end of my world. Everything is changed now. I can't have what I want and I don't want what there is. So it's the end so far as I'm concerned.'' Somehow he managed to put a smile across his freckled face. "Are you breathing any easier about Paige now?' The dark-haired man answered the grin. "A little." Ke stood up, finishing his drink in one swift gulp. "And now I must go, Rusty." This time he offered his hand. Restwick Carnes had other callers, immediately after Denison had gone. The lawyer who handled his personal affairs and two other lawyers from the Carnes Trust. Their dismay over his bountiful bequests to C h o p p o escaped Rusty's eye entirely. Not that he would have cared. But he was too entranced by a vision of the future. The red-haired Chicago street boy--or man--whichever he would be when he learned of his good fortune, would be dumbfounded when he learned that the Carnes name on the building they had passed that morning actually was Rusty. Eugenia, too, would be dumbfounded. He did not know what she was expecting. Certainly nol the mere $200 a month that he was leaving her. Carefully he specified that she should have the same amount after his death. He did not intend for her to pounce upon Choppo's inheritance, "Those slight changes are al^ gentlemen." With quick movements he prepared short drinks for the three lawyers. Shortly after, he dismissed them so that they might get home ahead of the blackout. Afraid of. the dark, fit! It fit everyone. * * * Oddly, Monday had been less frightening on the Lorelei than Sunday. Everyone was dazed by now, antidote for the shock; too there was the slight encouragement of having come through one night and so many knots farthe that the Japanese planes or sub marines would not bother to follow. That feeling of safety left Tues day night with a jolt. At least i left Abby and Paige. At dinner their steward said, "I understanc the entire Pacific coast is in black Abby's response to his whisper vas, "For the love of heaven, why?" "Jap subs hanging around." "You mean the closer we get to lome, the more danger?" "Looks that way." "That doesn't make sense." She eyed the turkey just placed before her. "I'm not hungry." Paige said in the same voice Abby reserved for Choppo, "Ea1 your dinner." Later they sat on the lanai blankets bundled about their legs Occasionally Abby peered into the sky at the few stars peeping out. "Wish I knew where we were going to land. It could be San Diego or Acapulco---hey, that would be all right. I like Mexico." However, the enthusiasm of her words had no counterpart in her voice. It was toneless, very tired and fearful. But in spite of the captain's zigzagging, the Lorelei went into San Francisco, where she had headed originally. Abby and Paige heard cheers from the outside decks, cheers instantly hushed. And then they saw the lights of San Francisco. A long chain of lights, flickering like the tiny diamonds used in clusters about a larger stone. Because the tears were sliding down her cheeks, the little white- haired woman took refuge in a scornful remark. "Humph! Blackout, the steward says, it's shining like Cartier's windows." · Just at the instant she spoke, the blackout happened. It was a sight to stop all words. It was magic. A city dissolving before your eyes. But it hurt also. There had been such comfort in the sight o£ all those twinkling lights that you knew were on dry land. A nearby voice shouted to the captain. Eventually Paige discovered the source. In a tiny tugboat, blacked out also, a man was yelling toward the bridge. It was then the two women realized that the chief of their ship was taking it into San Francisco bay in utter darkness, as if it were a rowboat. Hours ahead of schedule, too. The time had been set at 8 o'clock Wednesday; here it was scarcely midnight on Tuesday. Once inside the Golden Gate bridge area, the lights of the town again swarmed on. Not so, those of the bridge. They flickered briefly, just as the Lorelei went beneath its stately span, then they were again lifeless. In a typical cold gray San Francisco dawn the passengers were allowed off the Lorelei, rushed off rather. There was no breakfast. Soldiers with guns stood at all exits. It was a dismal contrast to the usual excitement of seeing a ship come home. There were no pier greetings, no photographers. Thirty minutes later Paige had picked up h«r car. stored in the hotel garage, .ind she and Abby \s-ere headed across the Bay bridge. Abby looked bcncMh her and squawked, "The Loretei: It's £one!" And it was. In !os than" 30 minutes. It was incredible. "I'll probably not know It when I see It asain. If ] do. It U'ill be a dull gray--" She slopped and set her chin. Suddenly Pai^e said. "Von Jino\v. Abbv, lllis is the road to Palm Springs. I'm not going to Reno!" (To Re Continued) BOARD AND ROOM i.SCOTT'S SCRAP BOOK By R.J. SCOTT ^ , UK1VER.SHV oF MlMMESOf A HW THRtfc PRESlDtH-fS DllKlWi; -fli fbUO. YEARS OF -WE. CLA. oF 1942 DAILY CROSSWORD 'ACROSS l.Gasp 5. Fades 9. Fish ^ 10. 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