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Mason City, Iowa
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Thursday, May 10, 1934
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THURSDAY, MAY 10, 1934 MASON CITT GLOBE-GAZETTE BEAD THIS FIRST: Sally Gwynne Is headed south from Chicago to take a job ta secretary to a Florida millionaire, John Kemble Proctor, at Day- tonn Beach, She spends her Tint night oit the train. The next day she makes friends with a younR man who Is elttinK opposite. He also Florida bound. She learns his name, Ted Chandler, and they become friends. At Atlanta* Ted buys a newspaper and reads the startllnE news that Proctor has been found dead, apparently a suicide. Sally's heart sinks. (NOW GO ON \\111l THE STOBV) .GOSM, OF vmuspi.osNit.w5i Tuccr GVO.\_ VJOO\_D, LOOK Y,G IW--54« ^Hffl ISE. I \T By STANLEY THE OLD HOME TOWN ME! V4OVJ W\CEOP -«XJ! " QU»CV.» \ TELL- You VJHAT NNELL OCJ. -0U 6WE ME THAT ' - ILL -PUSH IT L)P MAIM STREET FOR. AN HOUR '' NOT A CENT FOR. THE ^Copyright, 1934, by Central Press Association, Inc. RUM FOR. VOOR 1 WHICH VOEU-- WOO OOH'T SUPPOSE. DO H'OU ? UFE.-TWREE. UONS HKVE. BROKEN LOOSE VJW DID THEV GO? Pressure Pete Dumb Question No. 8 34 By George Swan LAST OF THE 8TH.,TOA\l HOL.D oorz, RUM LEAD 1 . COMEO/J STiRLiJja, X OLt (5(pJ... BE^OowJ S OU THESE GUVS! 5^ Frank Merriwell at Yale TiV£ T/OfK. FfZOSfS £/?// //V Tfvo t?VA/S M WErtKSrWMM. STtffitS/G P/K/fES FO/Z yAi£?, - THIS PuT5 Tu)0 MEW ON. IF OMUV v_, VI A ^^e^^e^U)ELu 1SWTTK OMLV TKlS TEAjW. What's Happened to Frank? By BurlL. Standisb (No*/ Juyr WALK. 18VUK6 I Go AMD Buy A BAUUorA AMD HVR.Y 71M6 X PASS THE. DRUG STORE OWE LUMCH CoUWTfeR CbWBoYS RUTS HIS Muggs McGinnis loM ^tTH X*46IHER EAU»1 Revenge Is Sweet By Wally Bishop Copyright, 1934, by Central Press Association, OH,FHIL-RUSH RIGHT avsra-- A GANG Ot= THE GlKLS ARE CDM/MG r\iE -ibLD -THEM TOURS A DETECTIVE ANDTHtM'RE VULD TO MEET Nou " SO TOES GUSHHO WHEJ4 ETTA -1LD THEM I'M OM ? DAMES APE THAT WAN J OH HOT -WILL, I MAkE A Hn -- LOOK AT 'EM WAITIM' -To FALL INTO THE ARMS OF IMS LAW.' CHAPTER Next morning when Sally awoke as the train was approaching Jacksonville she had a hard time realizing the predicament she was in. She was worried, yes, but she could not help enjoying the zest of the excitement she felt was ahead. It was, of course, Ted Chandler's offer to help that gave her new courage. More than ever' she was glad she had met the tall young newspaperman. They arrived in Jackuonville soon after 8 o'clock. The air was heavy, soft and warm, just like that of a ]i~rtnem summer, only richer, somehow, and thicker, a languorous air that lulled Sally's senses. "You'll soon get used to it," Ted promised her. '"And when you do you'll be spoiled. Florida and California will be the only two places you'll want to live." ; A red-cap came swinging up to tak?. Sally's bag. Ted shook his head i and took it himself. "Thanks," he said to the red-cap. "Then he said to Sally: "We have the nickels now, baby. We're probably going to i need them." That "we" made her glow inside. It was wonderful having someone to look out for you. More and more Sally welcomed the adventure that lay before them. They got on a trolley and rode up through the warehouse district to the heart of Jacksonville. Seeing the tall buildings ahead, Sally turned to Ted with surprise. "Why, it's a big town!" she said. "Sure. Florida isn't all bathing beaches and Everglades." They walked from the trolley to a little restaurant. On the way Sally took in the windows full of summery clothes, the crowds of hatless, suntanned people and the palm trees that grew, miraculously it seemed, in the heart of the city. "I'm going to love it!" she exclaimed. What were'worries about a job now? Breakfasting on delicious big grapefruit that needed only a pinch of sugar, followed by bacon, eggs and coffee, they sat and talked as if --Sally reflected silently--they were on their honeymoon instead of being both in search of work hundreds of miles from home in a strange environment. They walked slowly back to the trolley line where Ted bought a paper and they took a car back to the station. On the way Ted opened the paper. "Look!" he said. Sally looked at the front page and saw a picture of a stern, shrewd- looking old man with a stubby little gray mustache. "Mr. Proctor!" she said. "What does it say about him?" "That's just it," said Ted, thoughtfully. "It says his death was suicide." "Suicide?" Sally leaned over to read the story beside the picture. Suicide was right. John Kemble Proctor had been found dead in his bedroom, his gun by his side. "Why--that's hard to believe," Sally said, half to herself. "A man like Mr. Proctor, with millions, committing suicide." Ted nodded solemnly. "You bet it's hard to believe," he said enigmatically. "Oh, I wonder what they'll say to me when I get there?" Sally said with a nervous smile. "Who'll be there to see me, I wonder? What am I supposed to say? That I'm sorry about it?" "That wouldn't be any lie," Ted remarked. They got off the trolley at the station and at five minutes after ten they were watching the outlying houses of Jacksonville drop behind them. They stopped at St. Augustine, but Sally could see only the station and the yellow railroad buildings. "We're next," said Ted. Sally swallowed hard. At last the ordeal, whatever it might be, began to close ta on her- consciousness. She had to face the facts. She was again grateful for the tall bulk q f ! Ted Chandler there on the seat beside her. Within an incredibly short time they alighted on the long narrow platform at Daytona Beach. Sally looked about, rather bewildered. They seemed to be in a wooded spot removed from any town. "Perhaps I'd better call Mr. Proctor's house and tell him I'm here?" Ted nodded. They went to the station. Sally moistened suddenly dry lips as she waited for someone to answer the telephone. The voice that came finally was marked by the soft drawl of a southern Negro. "Mist' Proctah's residence." "This i3 Miss Sally Gwynne--" "Who, ma'm?" "Miss Gwynne, Miss Sally Gwynne from Chicago. I'm the secretary Mr. Proctor engaged. He was expecting me." Enlightenment flowed suddenly over the wire. 'The sec-a-tary! Yes, ma'am. Just a minute, ma'm. Hole de wire, please." Sally, looked anxiously at Ted as she waited. 'Miss Gwynne?" said another voice. This one was younger, clearer and was the voice of a cultured man. It was a peculiarly well modulated voice, Sally thought, as she replied. "This is Miss Gwynne," she said. 'I just arrived. I was on my way down to report for the position as secretary when I read of Mr. Proctor's death. I'm so sorry. I--" and she paused, not knowing what to say. "Miss Gwynne," said the voice, competently, reassuringly, "I'm tremendously sorry, too. This is Fred Proctor--Mr. J. K. Proctor's nephew. I've been expecting you, Miss Gwynne." "I was wondering what I should do," Sally said. "Come over here by all means, Miss Gwynne. I can't tell you how sorry I am things had to happen this way. Where are you? At the station?" "Yes, I am." "Do you mind waiting a few minutes?" "Not at all, Mr. Proctor." "Good. I'll be right over and pick you up." Sally turned to Ted. "Well?" he asked with a grin. "That was Fred Proctor, his nephew. He said he was expecting me. I wonder what that means. He's coming right over." "Well, the least he'll do is feed you and put you up for a day or two." "I suppose. Ted, I don't know how- to thank you--'' "Thank me? I haven't done anything--yet. Don't be a riot, baby. Now, just you hike over there for a nice meal from your late millionaire's larder and see what's what and let me know." Ted picked up his bag. "But, aren't you going to wait?" Sally asked. "No, I think I'll go over to the village and hang my hat,-No, I have NEED MONEY? PINE WILL LOAN YOU On furniture, antos, personal property or anything ' of value to persons who have steady employment. ^ LOANS UP TO 5300 Pay back ta monthly installment* LO-VNS JIADE SAME DAV OF APPLICATION C» L* Pine Loan Company Second Floor \Vcir Bid);. Of Mason City I'hone 224 By Paul Robinson a hunch that mayhe I'd hetter not be la the picture when he pops in. Just a hunch is all, baby, but a Chandler hunch has never been known to fail--except in connection with a horse or a hand of poker."_He took her hand and gave it a quick, crushing squeeze. "Make him do right by you, then sit near the phone and wait for your faithful correspondent to give you a buzz." Ted smiled and was gone. Sally shook her head. A puzzling young man, this Thornwood L. Cavanaugh, alias Ted Chandler. But a tremendously attractive one. Ted had hardly gone when Sally heard a powerful car swing up to the station. It was a long yellow roadster of exotic origin and a tall, black-haired mohagany-skinned man was getting out. He wore white flannels and a blue and white tennis sweater, and as he approached the station, Sally noticed that he walked with an aggressive, almost pugnacious gait. He approached her. "Miss Gwynne-?" Sally recognized the voice of the telephone. She noticed now as she rose that a thin line of blue-black hair skirted the top of his upper lip. On anyone else it wouldn't have been a moustache, but with hair so dark it served quite well. "Fred Proctor, Miss Gwynne. May I take your bag?" "I'm both delighted and distressed, Miss Gwynne," he said as he held open the door of the car. "Delighted to see you and to gee you're so charming. Distressed when I think of the worry you must have been undergoing." The car moved away with an impressive purr. "You've never been to Daytona Beach before?" he asked. : 'No, this is my first trip to Florida, Mr. Proctor," Sally replied politely. She tried to catch a better glimpse of the houses and the huge, mossy old oaks and beds of brilliant tropical flowers as they swept down the street. Ahead she saw the sparkle of blue water. 'It's a lovely little place," Fred Proctor said. "Uncle Jack has had a home here for years, you know." He didn't seem ready to talk business. "I'm sure it's delightful," Sally said. They swept out on to a narrow bridge and soon were on the peninsula which waa thickly covered with trees and from the water had looked like an impenetrable jungle. In a few minutes, they drove down on to a broad, hard-packed sand beach and the ocean lay before them, dull blue and green by turns and close to the shore white and clamorous with surf. Soon, they swung up off the beach, on to a narrow, paved road considerably south of what seemed the city proper. There were little sand dunes covered sparsely by clumps of palmetto and a few real palms. At first no houses were in view. Very much like a movie Sahara scene, Sally thought. But as they reached the top of the rise she saw to the left a rambling, low, Spanish style house of weather- er-beaten tan stucco. It stood on the dunes surrounded by taller palms. Fred Proctor turned into the driveway. "Here we are," he said. He led her into the house and seated her in the timbered living room. "Lunch will be ready :n a moment, Miss Gwynne," he said pleasantly. "And if you'll wait a second, the girt will show you to your room." Evidently the question in her mind shone from her eyes as she looked up when he said "your room," for he smiled and said, "You're going to stay with us, you know. It's a miserable shame this had to happen to you and I want yoxi to know I'm your friend. Will you excuse me?" (TO BE CONTINUED.) Greece shouldn't take it to heart. By the time Mr. Insull gets home she may have quite a flock of prominent Chicagoans as her guests.-Macon Telegraph. /JOAH NUMSKUU. 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