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SATURDAY, MAY 5,1934 MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE T CHAPTER 59 But even as Turner uttered th words be knew that he wrestle with a power against which h could never prevail. Out of his own heart came the word of commanc and he had no choice but to obey. He spoke to Joe Penny briefly peremptorily. "You go and ge brandy! We shall want it. I'll find the rope." He broke free from his stiff in ertia and dashed across to the shed He found a coil of rope in a corner and slung it on his arm. Then he raced out again, meeting Joe Pem as he emerged from the bar. "You say there are three fellows up there?" he questioned. "Yes, sir, Jim Walls and his two lads. He's got a bad leg, but his arms are all right He can heave on a rope. And the boys--they're young, but they can pull too. And I'm pretty hefty--only I've lead left for them cliff jobs. I'm nearly 70, you know, sir," said Joe apologetically. Tiggie nodded, and they swung into the path that led most directly to the clfa of Slimby Point. "Water high, I'suppose?" he said. "Oh yes, sir. Tide won't be down for another three hours, and you can't take a boat among them rocks, not to get really near 'em Til ring up the coastguard al Coombe if you can't do it, sir, bul it'll take 'em long while to get here." Joe Penny glanced at his companion in momentary doubt. But .though his face was hard set as though carved in stone, Tiggie's answer was reassuring. 'Til do the job," he said. And as he spoke, very strangely there came a lightening of the gloom around them and a ghostly gleam of sunshine shone down through veiL To Tiggie, as he strode forward at the highest speed that poor panting Joe could muster, it was as though in that moment scales fell from his eyes, and the mist was no longer red, but silvery white-touched with the glory of God. When they reached the edge o_ the cliff above the Slimby Rock, the mist had gathered again so thickly that no object within a dozen yards was visible. Jim Walls, an old 'longshoreman with whom Tiggie had had many a pleasant gossip, was there with his two boys of 14 and 15 and the rough, apparatus for cliff rescue with which Tiggie was already familiar. "He's · left callin'," said Walls. "Can't hear nothin' but the sea birds now." Nothing but the shrieking sea birds and the desolate sound of the invisible sea, and the long, searching call of the lightship siren that seemed to come in its weird persistence from all directions at once! Tiggie took the flask of brandy from Joe P.enny -. and thrust- it into his pocket. He threw the extra coil - of rope down, :and in doing .so. di* covered the stoiit ash stick belonging to Harvey atill in his hand. He uttered a half-smothered oath and flung the thing from him, far out into the white darkness which received it in silence, giving back no sound. "Now then!" said Tiggie. The task before him, was one which he had not begun to contemplate in detail. It was only when it came to the point that he realized that being let down the face of an overhanging cliff was a very different sensation from being pulled up it Something like blank dismay entered his soul as he set himself to the task which filled him with a physical shrinking which was new to him. The feeling of unplumhed depth below, the inability to do anything to help himself beyond avoiding unnecessary bumps against outstanding fragments of rock, the isolation in which the mist enwrapped him, and the utter powerlessness of dangling at the end of a rope which ill chance might sever at any moment, all went to make an unforgettable impression upon Tiggie's newly awakened imagination which nothing in after life was to erase. Perhaps the violence of emotion through which be had passed served to intensify the horror of the experience, but horror was certainly his prevailing sentiment and it took the utmost resolution of which he ·was capable to keep it at arm's length. "Damn it ail!" he expostulated with himself. "If Harvey could do it, surely to goodness I can!" Yes, Harvey had done precisely the same thing for him two' nights before, and doubtless, had he been on the spot,, he would have done it again for this man, whom he had so coolly advised him to murder. A funny chap--Harvey! It was difficult to know how to take him. One thing alone was certain. It was impossible to gauge him by ordinary standards, and this descent which was so terrifying to a man of normal intelligence would probably fail to strike any sort of dread into his fantastic soul. Ah! His feet scraped and jerked upon something solid at last, and he sent up a shout to the men above him. He could hear the wash of the waves below him far more distinct- ly now, but the crying of the sea gulls sounded remote, as though heard through a curtain. He was standing upon firm rock, but great care was needed, for the mist was thicker here and any step to right or left might send him floundering over the edge. Cautiously he felt his way. And then very suddenly he stopped, for a man's voice came to him out of the void--a feeble, gasping voice. "Here! I'm here!" Tiggie peered about him. The voice seemed to come from below. He found himself close to the edge of the rock, and went down upon hands and knees, peering over. "Here!" gasped the voice again. Then he saw in a crevice about eight feet below him a dark, crumpled mass. He pulled on the rope and proceeded to swing himself down. A few seconds later he was kneeling in a slimy hollow of rock beside the man upon whom he had sworn such deadly vengeance so brief a time before. He was lying in a heap like a half empty sack, his limbs huddled under him at strange angles, his head sunk between his shoulders. His clothes were in tatters and his face clotted with blood which still oozea from a wound on the temple. His eyes were half closed, but they opened wide at Tiggie's touch, regarding him with a fixed and dreadful stare. \ "You--io it?" he said. "Yes, me," said Tiggie. Norman's lips drew back, exposing his teeth. "Didn't expect-you," he muttered. "Afraid you're badly damaged," said Tiggie, trying to get an arm behind him. "Damaged!" gasped Norman. "I'm --done for. Don't move me! I'm aU --in pieces." "I've got some brandy here," said Tiggie. A faint gleam lighted the staring eyes. "Let's--have it!" gasped Norman. Tiggie opened the flask and put^t to the drawn lips. Norman drank with obvious difficulty, concentrating all his strength upon the effort, while Tiggie supported his head and did his utmost to prevent the liquid 'ilKng- over. It took effect very quickly. Some- :hing of the wildness passed from his look, and he addressed Tiggie with more coherence. "What did you come down here for?" "To help you," said Tiggie. Norman's lips went back into the ild sneer. "Or to finish me-- yhich?" he.said. "To help you," repeated Tiggie teadily. Norman's eyes met his with a [uestioning, incredulous- look. Then, 'Where's.the devil who pushed-me over?" he'asked abruptly. . ' ""What?" said.Tiggie.- Norman repeated his words with deliberate insistence. "The devil who pushed me over! Has he come along too to see the end of me?" 'Good God!" gasped Tiggie. TD'you know what you're saying?" "Yes, I do know." Contemptuously he answer came. "He got me up here--to meet you. But you were discreet enough--to keep out of sight." "What the devil . ."burst from Tiggie; and then, commanding him- elf. "No. "You're wrong. I wasn't here." : 'Oh!" said Norman. "You weren't there." He seemed to consider this or a space, his eyes, over which a glassy look, was,stealing, still up- m Tiggie's agitated countenance. 'Yes," he said at last. "I believe hat's the truth--though you'd have given your eyes to murder me, wouldn't you?" "Not from behind," said Tiggie with a kind of desperate bluntness. There was something so fundamental, so terribly real, In the situation that he felt almost stunned by t, as one. who contemplates an element too closely to grasp its entire significance. He was not afraid, but awed to the very depths. For he knew that · 'ithin the next few minutes he would look upon Death. Norman's voice, quiet now, and slightly supercilious, had in it more individuality than his look in which expression was waning like a sinking flame. "No--not from behind. I five you that. You're one of, those Sundering fools that go head down at everything. It'd take a wilier devil than you--to do me in. It was --a wilier devil." He paused, as ihough some obstruction checked lip utterance. "Have some more brandy!" said Tiggie. He held it again to the livid lips; 3ut they had begun to sag, and swallowing was almost an impossibility. "Poor chap!" whispered Tiggie. The words escaped him half unconsciously, but they reached the ears of the dying man,' and suddenly the waning light returned like a flame renewed. He regarded Tiggie once more attentively. "D'you mean--me?" he said. "Yes." With the simplicity that made his soul as the soul of a child Sister Passing the Buck By Les Forgrave V4HY D\t YOU STR\KE HOUSE? ·SUE HAS MO SVME.SS ON YAOR.SE -SW s-y .Copyright. 19:M. by Central Pre»»_ Association. Inc. THERE GOE.- fWE. HORSE NHVTHOUT ·SHE'-S VOO'N/E PROS')-* KVU-EO TNE KILLED HER.? TH HORSE DID Pressure Pete Get It, Herman? George Swan OH-OH- DOLLS' GOT f\ NEW BOV \ VOftS THIS 15 ^ ._ Copyright; 1934. by Central Press AnodaUon, Im TH16 (S f\f\. HERMAN T, HOUVND--HE'S £Q -- HE. CBN IPMTftTE RNV BlRO VOU IMFM-1E. . ? VJELL, LET'S SEE. VOU iniTPiTE- FN HOniNG PI6EON NEED MONEY? 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P*L OIT.^ copyrith:. 1934, Cwt»J[ Pntx JOKE.!'VJELLir I MAM BE A U1TLE LATC I'M DID IT fOE A JOKE. 1 friOUSH-f ifYOUuD 136 FUN TO SUP OUT THEDETECTNE. A. LADOET2. FOUND OUTS-IDE , USTChl TO THE RADIO ABOUT NOU Tiggie answered him. "I'm sorry for you--damn' sorry." "Sorry!" repeated Norman as if dazed. The light began to fail again, jut the passing spirit paused on the ireshold, arrested by that one amazing word, and held it up once more. "Listen!" he said. "Then I'm sorry too--sorry I crossed you-sorry I went after her again--sorry --for--everything. Understand?" Again something rose in hi$ throat, and the power of speech went out in a rattling sound as of broken machinery. But the light still shone for a few seconds longer, and ere it failed Tiggie's hand came with a warm compassion and grasped the nerveless hand that could not grasp it in return. "That's all right," he said. 'That's all right." And while he was speaking, Norman died. * * * 'Death " ~ misadventure" was the pronouncement of the coroner's jury at Coombe, and Tiggie turned md left the court, mutely wondering at the simple logic by which they had arrived at that conclusion. It had fc:en Joe Penny's doing in the main. The landlord of "The Sea Lion" was in his element on such an occasion, and his theories regarding cliff slides had been expounded at great length. It was an undoubted, fact that a wide crack had appeared at the top of the cliff above the scene of the disaster, due obviously to the recent rains, and anybody as didn't know the place and even some as did might quite easily stumble and go over the cliff in a fog. The cliff path hadn't been safe for years and it wasn't likely t get safer -s time went on, if you understand my meaning, sir. Why the gentleman had gone up there on such foggy morning wasn't any| mystery either. He'd only arrived' the night before and was exploring the lay of the land. They all did it --especially them artists--and it wasn't a bit of use talking. He never talked himself, it was just a waste of time. It was only a marvel to him that fatal accidents weren't more frequent, that was all he had to say about it. Tiggie's part had been comparatively easy. He had identified the body as that of John Norman, husband of Viola Norman at Cliff cottage, Fame, who was too ill to appear. He had corroborated Joe Penny's statements regarding his own share in the attempted rescue and had received the coroner's compliments thereupon with considerable embarrassment. As to John Norman's last moments, he had not been questioned very closely. Death by misadventure had been a foregone conclusion, and as he went out again into the open air ha realized upon what small details great issues hang. Joe Penny's dissertation upon the effects of the rain upon the rock had mr ie its mark upon minds already predisposed to agree with him. The jury had even attempted to add a rider to the effect that a railing ought to be erected along the edge of-the cliff for the protection of Joe Penny's wandering artists, but this had been disallowed by t;-." coroner. Fatal accidents in the vicinity were very rare, as he pointed out, and to erect railings all round the British coast was scarcely a practical suggestion. Tiggie went back to Farne in Joe Penny's car with a dull sense of amusement behind his relief. (TO BE CONTINUED) Irish Taxes Said to Be Cp Taxation in the Irish Free State this year is likely to be at least $40,000,000 higher than before the Fiana Fail went into power. This was claimed by General O'Duffy, leader of the Irish Free State Blue Shirts, during a speech in Trim. He said this increase is notwithstanding the fact that more than $10,000,000 in land annuities is being withheld. Cotton planters aren't surrendering their liberty. All free people pass laws to make themselves behave.-Wisconsin State Journal. AOAH NUMSKUU, DEAS. NOAH= IF A 1-A.TE -TRAIN IS SvgITCHED, N/SMl-U. IT MAKE UP TIME? A.M.P. NORMAN,OKLA- DEAR NOAH «· XA/HW A NOISY NOI^E ANNOYS AM OYSTER, DOES THAT MAKE THE STEW? CA.BNEY 15. S OO1-OTH.. MINN. PSAR NOAH * DOES ETTKEME MAKE THE BRICK BRADFORD IN THE (ITT HBNEATH THE SEA Bv William Ritt and Clarence Gray THE FIGHTING SEEMS TO I-HAVE- CEASED - BOTH ARMIES ARE WEA.R.V - SO UJETOO, MAY REST-THOUGH IT BUT POST-.. PONES THE INEVITA3LE.') JUME, I CAN'T k BELIEME IT 1 YET -YOU HECE-M AND YOU.ALWE- AFTEfc ZAWE TOLD US YOU 1 TOLD US YOU ·\ (WERE. KILLED.' Cotmilit, IK', ty C BY THE WAV, WHAT BECAME OF THAT RAT, ZANE fHE'S WITH HASTA'S U W3.MY- MOW. LEFT W\S PLANE JUST \ OUTSIDE TMETUNNB-) L£FT W~ PLANE ANCO. 1 WE AM IDEA! VJE MAY STILL WIN THIS BATTLE.' [WI . IT IS HOPE LESS, WE ARE l O

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