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MASON Cm GLOBE-GAZETTE CHAPTER 60 TURNER HAD seen nothing of Viola since the tragedy. Something had kept him from her--a curious feeling of dread. Even yet he was not sure that he could go to her-TM great a gulf stretched between their last parting and the present Only two days in actual fact, yet 5feJ seemed Uke half a Mfl*ime! He even wondered If perhaps ne ought to go away for a time without ae Thf evening shone golden over the sea as they came down from the hills into Fame. When they reached the bottom of the gorge where the stream rushed foaming Tver the moss-grown rocks, they were in shadow Tiggie descended Indwent on to the bridge lean ag sis arms upon the parapet to_ watch the racing water, crystal_ clear to the shallows, thundering down-He was conscious oÂ£ intense fatigue, Ind in a fashion the turmoil gave him a sense of rest. It was like life, changing yet never changing, and always the inevitable quiet end m the ocean of eternity. A touch on his shoulder made him stand up sharply. He turned "Oh man* jud you're back!" he said almost involuntarily. "Thanks!" said Spot, faintly smiling "I'm beginning to think I never ought to have gone away." n S Man, I wish you never had, said Tiggie with fervor. "I suppose you've heard everything? * "I've heard a good deal," said Spot. "I understand you are the hero of the hour." "Don't make me sick, if you don t mind!" said Tiggie with some V6 Spot eI laughed and took his arm. "All right, old chap. I won't Come along to your pub and let's feed to- ge Sggie went with him, but he had little to say. Spot did most of the talking, describing his few days fishing with the utmost unconcern till gradually a more normal atmosphere began to make itself, felt, and Tiggie found himself respond- JTJCT They dined alone as the hour was early, and when the meal was over they sauntered down with their pipes to the shore where the sea was all rosy ripples in the light of the sinking sun. And here, for the first time, Tiggie broke through his very unaccustomed reserve and asked for news of Viola. "I hope she's getting on all right," he said anixiously. She isn't worse?" Spot answered him gravely. It s been a bad setback, of course, but .she's got strength for it now Shell catch up again." He paused, then looked straight at Tiggie and said, -if you ask me, my. boy, I think a kgoud deal depends on you. "You mean'she wants me?" said . '-Â·'--jjvaaJnif the I Tiggie, kneeeling bside the bed with Viola against his heart, did not even know that speech had failed him or miss the power thereof. All that he knew was the ecstasy of perfect communion and utter peace, with the storm and stress all left behind and the safe haven reached at last. It seeemd a very long time before either of them found words, and during that time they were closer in spirit than they had ever been before. But when speech once more was possible, it was Viola who spoke, her face against his neck. "Tiggie, you tried--to save him. I'll never forget--that. It was--just like you." Tiggie answered, as if in self-defense. "I couldn't help doing it darling. It was given me to do. Be sides--poor devil--I was sorry for him." "I know," she said. I know That--is just like you, too. I shal remember it always--always." And then she turned her lips-to his, whis pering, "Tiggie, is it wrong of us tc be happy--now we're safe?" And he answered as he kissed her 'No. Thank God! Thank God!" "Amen!" whispered Viola. lr "I'm sure she wants you," said W Spot. "More than that--she needs you. I even might go a step farther and say I believe you are--all sne Tiggie stopped, selected a large stone with apparent care, and flung it as far as his strength would permit over the sleeping sea. Then, red-faced, he turned to Spot. "Thanks, old chap!" he said. 1 wasn't--quite sure--how she'd feel about it I'll go." Spot detained him a moment. "P'raps I'd better tell you that she told Helen the whole story, and Helen told me." "Good!" said Tiggie. "I'm glad you know." Spot still detained him. "I dont know--everything," he said. "Tiggie, Where's that lunatic brother-in- law of yours?" Tiggie made a sharp movement to free himself. "I haven't the faintest idea. Why?" "Never mind why!" said Spot. Tiggie's eyes met his with a curious defiance. He spoke in a voice that challenged. "You'd better leave him alone." "I see," said Spot quietly. "Xes, p'raps I'd better." Tiggie turned and walked away from him without further words. Steadily he mounted, without looking back, till his feet trod the cliff path, and so on without hesitation to the little garden gate through which he had passed so often. The cottage door was open, and he entered with the same unfaltering determination. Joyce was in the sitting room, drinking her evening milk. She ran after him to fling her arms round his neck and whisper, "Oh, Uncle Tiggie, Auntie Viola will be pleased!" Then he went on up the stairs to the low door at the head and lightly knocked. Her soft voice answered him, and the next instant he was in the room and the door was closed behind him. Though speech has been described as man's greatest gift, hi life's most stupendous occasions it often plays no part at all. At such times soul and body alike are inarticulate, yet --possibly--endowed with greater powers of self-expression than in the more ordinary moments. Long after the sun had gone, h left her, going softly, almos stealthily down the stairs and let ting himself out without sound. H did not want to meet anyone jus then. He went forth into a world of in finite peace--a world of gray dus' faintly shot with rose in which charmed sea murmured myster iously under a sky of stars. Somi thing within him drew him down 1 the shore where the water dreame among the rocks. And here pres ently he came to that place wher once, the realization of the Divine Miracle had come to him, changing the whole earth. Now, as then, he knew that he trod sacred ground, and--perhaps for the first time in his life--he was aware of an impulse not to pray but to worship. He had come through stormy waters into calm and safety, and out of the childlike faith of his soul he knew that a Hand upon the helm had brought him thither. Not by vengeance and bloodshed, but by simple obedience and sacrifice, he had attained his heart's desire. He spoke no word in that holy place, but he left it at length with reverence, and his eyes were alight with a steadfast glow, as the eyes of a man who had seen a vision. Someone was whistling cheerily in the room next to Tiggie's when he awoke the next morning, and he lay for some time listening and wondering if it could by any possibility be Harvey. When he left his own room, all doubts on the point were set at rest. Harvey himself came out into the passage to waylayÂ· him-Harvey, sane and shaven and full of genial- itv "Hullo old top! Whither away so early?" was his greeting. "Haven't got such a thing as a hammer, I .,, repeated Tiggie blankly. "What on earth for?" The artist laughed, smoothing his trim beard. "Oh, not to brain anybody! Only to pack a Future; Care to come in and see it first? Tiggie went in, somehow lacking initiative to do otherwise. Harvey's bed was in the wildest disorder. All his belongings, including his battered suitcase, were scat- ered upon it. gie 'You're going, are you?" said Tig- "You've guessed it," laughed Harvey "The fell deed is accomplished, and" there's nothing left to keep me here It's devilish dull place anyhow, specially when the only girl in it is the-property of your best fnena. He seized Tiggie by the shoulder, and wheeled him around. "Great heaven!" said Tiggie. The picture had been propped at an angle where the morning light fell fully. He stood before it, gazing and gazing with eyes that seemed unable to look away. .,..., "Like it?" said Harvey behind Tiggie drew a deep breath. "It's --stupendous! You--you--man, how on earth did you know?" "Oh I know lots of things," said Harvey lightly, "and I've always been able to see to the bottom of your nice transparent soul--even when your back was turned. It's a decent back, isn't it, Tiggie?" He referred to the picture. "Think the B. P. wiU like it?" But Tiggie was not looking at the figure of the man in the boat, but that of the woman--with her face of ineffable purity and the wonder of the dawn in her eyes. "It's stupendous," he said again. "Sheer genius!" "It ought to be," said Harvey. "It's stained with my soul's blood." Tiggie turned sharply to look at him, and for a definite interval their eyes met in complete silence. Then, with an abrupt gesture, Harvey terminated the long scrutiny "as one who disengages his weapon and returns it to its sheath. oooRse, T wwv! ! -WVS, THPTT GOOD 'O BETTER Â·STXY CLOSE I GlRU SHE. NEEDS TO Â©E Â· , TO MY OSNM \ PUT INS NO,1'VE N TOX.D HER -SHE COULD BETTER. VAOPI RVDE NAY HOftSE. ME. TO WIDE. Â©OV VJE ^ftCTED Bert Decides 'or Himself By Les Forgrave VJrW OOH'T VOO LOOK WHERE. VOU'RE. GOING? DON'T BEUEVE, VOU'VE. INOEEO- l HFWE- SOUNDED PETE HltATO KEEP PROtA OOLLV High Pressure Pete GOT ftUl VOUR SENSES .' Oneon Herman T. Houynd George Swan -M Coryripfit, 103(, tiy Cpntral Prw A'Sntl.ition. lac. | } ) THOUGHT SOCLE VD /v\\ss ?Tms is COACH, OF NOVJ IW EVEM VllTU AUt? AS \f IW. NOT ;--rNip HE'LL : Frank Merriwell at Yale l VOICE SOUNDS , OUSt U14E COACH'S! By BurtL Standish ToU US ABOUT A KlO YMAT TALKED TH DAY HE WA3 BoRhl! Muggs McGmnis Vfe OUST MiUS 'w eer's H WAMTS] PHIL! GOING lOGET'HIS PRWATE DE.ECfi\JE / THATS (51CH ,," VJE.LL,! -fo USE HIM ALYVAfS WANTED TO TWO OUr WHATTIMH \OUE FATHER COMES HOME NIGHTS, |U. SCRAMBLE ONSfc AND 3ETTr\KTOLO D E - Â· JOB OF MIME DEfECTNE JOO BACK MAMA WANT Ar-N SNIFHNS DOME? HECOULDNT" FIND A LIMQUKGEri CHEESE. IM A Â·TELEPHONE. BOOTH, SO NOUE BcN FCIMO SO DUMB IN THEraWTINE/ Sweet Mystery of Life By Paid Robinson V r x NEED MONEY? PINE WILL LOAN YOU On furniture, autos, persona) property or anything of value to persons who have steady employment. LOANS UP TO S300 Pay back In monthly Installments LOANS MADE SAME DAY OF APPLICATION C. L. Pine Loan Company Ot Mason City "Well, least said, soonest mended," he said, with an airiness not wholly unstudied. "Every fool has his own hell as well as his own paradise You've had yours and I--mine. I've' been down to the very nethermost, I can tell you, Tiggie." A wistful expression like the memory of a past torment looked out of his eyes. "It's hell fire-nothing else-while it lasts, I shall have a spell of peace now. P'raps I shall die before it comes again-if there is such a thing as death. Think there is?" "I don't know," said Tiggie soberly. "Probably not." Harvey's Puck-like grin of derision leapt across his face. "Oh, you mortals! I know exactly what you re thinking. But you made your own laws, didn't you? And you've got to stick to 'em. They don't apply to me and never will. I don't belong, though there's only one person in the world who knows it." "Who's that?" said Tiggie. Harvev swung away from him and began to pack everything with in reach into his suitcase with fever ish zeal. "Janet, of course! Who else? The only woman who counts And now I'm going back to her with a fortune on my back. And what do you think she'll say to me, eh, Tiggie? What d'you think I want her to say?" "Don't know," said Tiggie. "No," said Harvey compassionately. "You wouldn't. She'll say, Â·Hullo Harvev, you've come just at the right moment. Help me to coop these chickens!'" He stopped, still throwing articles promiscuously into every available corner. "Well?" said Tiggie. "Well," said Harvey, and looked up at him with eyes that mocked and yet almost seemed to appeal or pity, "that's all I want on earth. And you--have you got what you vant too?" Â·Well--yes," said Tiggie. "But-- ook here " Harvey cut him short. "I've no time to look anywhere. But I'm glad you're happy, old chap--damn' glad --though I can't stop to talk about it. Go and get some wood and nails and a hammer and we'll knock up a coffin for this picture! Then I'll :lear out and leave you to your safe haven." He resumed his task with redoubled energy, and Tiggie turned and left him. There was nothing else to be done And as he closed the door he felt that he dropped a curtain before something upon which it was better not to look. (THE END) uct a retail busines hi Iowa. The board figures there are more ban 70,000 establishments subject 0 these permits and said that approximately 50,000 applications lave beeen received. The board explained that it had jo authority to extend the time imit beyond June 1 and that unless applications are on file by that date, retailers will be subject to the penalties provided in the law. The first permits will be mailed before the middle of this month, the delay resulting in the necessity of decking each application. URGE FIRMS TO SEEK PERMITS State Sanction Necessary to Conduct Retail Business After June 1. DBS MOINES, Hay 5. Iff)--Th state board oÂ£ assessment and re view today urged all individuals firms and others who have faile to file applications for permits under the new retail sales tax law to i do so immediately. 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