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The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 13

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'APRIL 8 1931 MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE I-OVE, PREFERRED Hy EIUVA ROKB WKRSTER "- ( -BJMT. «i r i~, -J.re««*. Etc.! Cotyritkr 1931. Central /Vrn Attodalte* BEAD THIS FIRST: , Demure, polled, practical, Indmtrlous Jf«ry Vatchn Is private secretary to Xonall It. Foster, a prominent Investment banker «I Way Slreet. Her busy Hfe has afforded MF little time for pleasure, for "aha has been the support of the family since her father's death four years before. There are «er mother, Tiro and ,Ted, tho ten-year-old calamity' twins, and Bonnie, who la oulj two yean younger than Maryj' but-Bhe had been tho baby of the family (or ten yearn, and the beauty, as well, Bonnie never could be depended upon to help with the family finances, and Alary cannot remember tlie time when ht did not have to take tare of Bonnie and slve her the beat of everylhlnE. Bonnie abhors work, and makes It plain tt, everyone that oho is cot coins to slave all aer days for a meager Uvlnc. Mary commutes every «ay .from over In lie* Jersey, and her work has been her world until debonair Dick Baldwin, "the new wholesale 'man for another firm In "tht street," and a former football .star, becao to takeiher our. He asks her to a dance at the University club, and five minutes afterward Foster asks her to froife late that evening. She tells Dick she cannot to whh him and'Tcsnmes her work. When she leates iha office that night, weary and burden til ·with dlaapriolntment, Mary finds Dick await. Ing her ontslde. : . (NOW QO ON WITH THE STORY) jGHAPTEB 3. MARY could hardly believe her eyes when she saw Dick sitting there across the street waiting for her. But .all the weariness and despair within her aching body seemed to lift and float away, up into the stone-walled canyon of the street, as-she crossed over to him eagerly, in response to his call "Why, Dick, you shouldn't have waited for me. I might have hurried a 'little more if I had known--" Why, the work might have gone like magic, she thot, had she known he was down there, waiting. "Aren't you going to the dance?" "Sure. So are you. Get in, and let's get going." "But I can't go like this." "Of course not. I already have on my 'soup and fish.' I can drive you home in no time. Traffic is not so heavy now. You can dress in a jiffy, can't you?" '"Oh; yes--in no time," she agreed happily. "But you will miss half th| fun, Dick." ."What of it? I couldn't go alone and I don't want to take anyone but you. Half the time with you is better than all the time with anyone .else, Mary. It's more fun late, anyway." "Well, it's sweet of you," she insisted in her soft, resonant voice, as the car rumbled along the canyon between the high, black, silent walls. ' . . "Who wouldn't be sweet to you?" he · asked blithely, and Mary chuckled softly in her happiness. Her heart sang. Wasn't she glad that the new red chiffon hung in \ -the closet at home, waiting with the tissue paper pinned over the aded shoulders to keep off the '·? The red moire slippers with j; jtrim that she had got only ,,.., ardwc^ere Awaiting, in .their rbox, i. too??A. dash'under' the "shower, dusting of powder, perfume--"in . a jiffy" she would be ready to drive back to New York with Dick. She sighed. If only she were beautiful! : Then she remembered what Dick had said the last time she was with .. him. They had sat at a wall table in a restaurant; with the.mellow lamp- glow forming an arc on the white damask cloth between them. Sweet -intimacy," just sitting across the table from, each other, at dinner. She had looked up suddenly and laughed at something he said. And he had looked at her critically and exclaimed, "Do you know you are a pretty girl, Mary, especially when .' you laugh that way? There is , something different about you that I've been trying to analyze. You wouldn't win a beauty contest, but your looks would wear be'tter than those'of the girl who did. Your . beauty is more than skin deep." His compliment had quite astonished Mary, but of course, It had pleased her too. No girl resents-being told that she is pretty; and when the man she admires as Mary admired Dick, discovers something attractive about her that no one else baa recognized, there Is nothing sweeter in the wo'rld. Dick .was right,, too. Mary's blue- gray eyes were not large and seductive, but they were kind of smiley. Her lips were not a pouty, Inviting cupid's bow, but her mouth was firm and generous enough to be sweet. Her square jaw was too wide for classic beauty, but It revealed a determination and courage that resolved into 'self-respect and loyalty. That was Mary: sweet, honest, kind, ambitious; She wanted the good things of the world, hut she wanted to get them honorably, to deserve them. She was the kind of person who wouldn't think of depending on luck, or winning a prize or a gamble. She wanted to earn what she had and enjoy possession to tho utmost. To be valuable to Mary, possession had to .represent effort, thqt or ability--or all three. It had been that same night, too. that Dick had told her about his ambitions: that he had some money but tap was saving more toward buying a seat on the Stock Exchange. He wanted to go into investment banking for himself some day. Finance was his world.. His father had been a figure in "tha street" 'a decade ago, but .the Baldwin fortune had been pretty well depleted before his mother's death ,a few years ago. A trust fund had provided for Dick's education and a nucleus with which to start toward hiu'ambition. Mary turned to look at him now. In the dimly reflected light from the dashboard, his strong profile was accented like a sharply cut nink-white cameo. Mary cought her breath. Silently. No use to deny the fact that she was wild about Dick Balflwin. Her heart did a violent flip-flop and then seemed to stand still every time she saw him, 'or heard his -voice--or even thot of him. Plain, practical Mary, who had always been a balance-wheel for herself and others, felt herself losing her equilibrium over Dick Baldwin. She hoped he didn't think she was giddy or anything'like that. She really couldn't account for her words or actions when she was with him. She felt all mixed-up inside, and excited. His eyes were intent upon driving because the traffic was heavier now. They were nearing 'the ferry docks. His jaw was thrust a little more forward, unconsciously, and Mary could 'discern the slight indentation of line where there was a suggestion of a dimple in his broad chin. The eyebrows swept upward from over dark, humorous eyes--like trim, clean wings, joyously. He had a way of raising them higher, too, when he asked a question, that accented his curiosity about what he wanted to know. His bulk was very obviously tho muscular proportions of a -hard athlete, with broad, thick shoulders. Mary felt the tremendous strength of him, there beside her, and loved It. They were driving upon the electric ferry now. Their car led the line.'Maryt'iked that--being in front on the ferry so she could have an unobstructed view up and down and across the river. If one were hemmed in by the cars and walls farther back, it was a long, impatient five minutes. Dick reached down and shut off the motor, turned about to face her and smiled chummily. "Tired?" he asked. "Darn shame you had to work tonight. Couldn't you stall him off for once?" "No, it was very important--reports of the investigation for the new syndicate had to go out. We haven't too much time, now." "I'll bet Foster is no cinch to work for. He looks like an old crab. 1 "He is exasperating sometimes," she shrugged. "But it's all in the game, and I like it all. He is as reasonable as anyone can be with so much responsibility." "You don't look as if you had been at the grind overtime. Your eyes tfum to Pafre Id, Column 7). BERT and ALF By CLIFFORD McBRIDE "Why, officer, the idea! we're just a . couple o' Hollywood beards on location.' MUGGS McGINNIS SOSH . x WONDER' wiWr x OUGHT to DO UJfTH THESa HERfe PEARI3? 1 WOUtCR UlW£RRX CQULO HlCfe/EM? CH,6oU-Y.U)HY IMVieVER BoKNED? FIND 'EK OM «6? X UJOJDEfUF IO06MT 16 T6U. SISTER A6oor TK TR' LOHJ6 , -ru, just WCM* CMSIKERED CHECKERED CCXT Op Things Are Be- comng \ Compli- By Wally Bishop ifht. 1331. by Central Prtsl Associ.lion, !nc Bringing UP Father t ·a/MO VOU (1ANWOT ORDER Aj-if LOOK AT Fi-Fl'b KJB.W COAT-I ORDERED OK THE.NV SttE. JO-OTA DARUN3 INI rr? MEW CUOTHE'b- DO VOO WVsJT TO ?E.KSO K-SVHER. TO Trie. - MOOSE-? TELL. ME OF HER THRIFT By McManus I SEE MAMA FIRS. YOO FOR TAKING --1-WtE PULUTX Of BE WAITING '· A Pretty Soft Job iBy Paul Robinson Higi Pressure Pete ·pete.;' \T-^. p, tSOT-BLOWlKtr- fa\NOr e\.^e., e^U VOL vJe' T I DVDKT I The Cop Must Be Married Too! -THERE'S TM«r p 'SOME I S'POSE IT'S A K.lTetO OR. -SOMP Tuev'VECW/V5ED UNDERTU' T eer-rere. so dee.' 11^ IT'S A. fUl- MAKf EM I.E.T IT _ OJMAT OM AUEVOU BOVS AFTER. OMOER. . AUl_ R.IGHT, I'l_l_ M(NO IT GOOD PUENTVI DIOM'T WMOOJ MV 30«H06.i5 uOAS 1-OCX.IM' AFTER, fnv DID.VOW? Vf'S D O N N I E ! When Business Is a Pleasure OTHER. l_eS« By Leslie Forgrave V -B ··»· rfiiliI. 10:11. I,, rcntrnl fie*, A^»ciaiion. Inc. WH/CTTA. LIFE/ ALMOST ET By CANMIBALS, CHASED BY WILD AMIMALS, ANiD MOW OF ALl_ 1TH A LION ON ONE SIDE OF THE RIVER AND A T1GEF? ON THE OTHER , THINGS DONJ'T LOOK EXACTUV CHEERFUL FOR POOR LITTLE SW1FTV/ LEGGO MV PANTS/ PANTS IS GOME/ Up to His Neck in Trouble Copyright, ID31, by Central Press Association. In. :«...·:.«··.·.·-. .m-i

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