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Jan. 5, 1949 w*««mw*»B««w^^ M»ion City Globe-Giittte, Maion City, la. :i CM BETHEL HUESTON CHAPTER 42 DONNA'S eyes, without a fleeting glance in Mark's direction, wes^e riveted to her mother, now showing uncertainty and fright. "I know," she said. "I'll tell Dad Mark and I are going to be married. I'll tell him I've quit my job and moved back home and Mark and I are going to be married the minute he gets here. That ought to do it." "Won't he be surprised at our being in such a hurry after all these years?" Mark wondered mildly. "H<2 knows how I arn," Donna said. "For 8 years he has been expecting it. You couldn't consider it much of a hurry after waiting 8 years." Her eyes did not waver from her mother's face. "No," she said slowly, speaking with difficulty, "he wouldn't be surprised does." at anything Donna Donna turned to Mark triumphantly. "You see? And I thought ol" it myself!" "Yes," Mrs. Colhvell continued, "I think he would come for that. If Donna asked him. But, oh, my dears," she said sadly, "I'm afraid to think vOf what he will do when he gets here and finds out it was all a hoax and we have tricked him. He will blame me, too, for telling you. He will never forgive any of us for doing a thing like that. Even to save his life. I can't bear to think of what he might do." Donna moistened her pale, parched lips. "It will not be a hoax, Mother. We'll do it. We'll go right through with it. I'll resign my job first thing in the morning. I'll bring my things home from the apartment. We'll go through with it as soon as he gets here.", "You mean you'll go through with getting married as soon as he gets here?" Mark asked cautiously, though his eyes were glinting. "Yes. As soon as he gets here." "I won't," Mark said. "I'm willing to hoax him long enough to get him home and talk some sense into him. Once we get hold of-him we can make him see it's all right for a nice guy to make a fool of himself once in a lifetime, but once is enough. But no marriage. Not with me as the party of the 2nd part. That's out." Donna gazed at him, wide-eyed, unbelieving. "Mark!" "I haven't forgotten the blueprint you gave me of your future marriage. It's not my idea of marriage. Count me out. I'm willing to do a lot for Dad Colhvell but no marriage mortgage on my future." "I didn't mean you, Mark. That's why I wouldn't marry you when I had—those feelings. Mother, didn't T say that? Isn't that why I wouldn't marry Mark?" "Yes, that's true, Mark. She said she couldn't do that to you." "Didn't I say I couldn't do it to anybody I loved and that's why —Never mind that. Isn't that what I said, Mother?" "Yes, that's what you said." "Mark, since I was 16 years old, have I ever denied to you or to anybody else that I love you devotedly?" "No," he admitted. "You never denied that. You just didn't love me enough, that's all." "That's what Alan says," Mrs. Colhvell began. But Donna interrupted her. "You see, Mark? You see! It's going to work! It's beginning to work already. She's speaking of Dad in the present tense again! She knows it's going to work. Where's my engagement ring?" "I don't lug it around with me every place I go," he said indignantly. "How did I know I was going to find a finger to wear it?" % "Bring it tomorrow. Get me a wedding ring, too. And none of us must ever breathe a word of this to anybody on earth. Our wedding has got to be just as authentic as his accident. The poor dumb cluck! Let him keep on living in a fool's paradise if he wants to." And then she added, with a break in her voice, "But please, dear God, let him keep on living." * * * As a betrothal, it was grotesque and fantastic. There was more of sadness in it than of joy. Although Donna's lips met Mark's with responsive tenderness, there was more of fright and foreboding than ecstasy in their cold cling- ingness. Mark thought often without envy of the exultant, joyous oneness of Sammy and the. Reverend Red. Theirs was a rare and unique unity. He did not begrudge them their precious heritage. They had worked and sacrificed and studied to attain their harmony. They had earned it. He and Donna had yet much to learn of love and of each other. Tuesday morning brought disappointing news from the detective agency. Their operatives, both in St. Louis and Minneapolis, had been unable to discover any trace of the missing Alan Colhvell. Mark told them tersely to keep trying. He telephoned his secretary that he would not be in until one o'clock and then but briefly and gave her the Collwell number for emergency calls. Donna telephoned her radio bureau and tendered her resignation. When offered the flattering alternative of a vacation and a raise in salary, she declined without equivocation. She said she was through working. Again the mornhir mull was awaited with the painful blending of hope and dread and when the postman came neither Donna nor her mother ventured to receive It. .Mark brought It In, hkimmed hurriedly through it and, to ease the fear that gnawed at Donna's eyes, said quickly. "Nothing for you. Donna! Not a thing." Cheerfully " he added, "Here's one from IJad for you, Mother Collwell. From St. Louis. So he went there first." Mrs. Collwell opened U hurriedly, with • baking fingers, conscious of the eyes intent upon her. "Oh, Forrest!" she ejaculated. "That's the name of the man in St. Louie. I knew U had something to do with trees." Donna's shuddering gasp was her only comment. "There's nothing important in 11," Mrs. Collwell said brightly. "Shall I read It to you?" And taking their breathless attention for acquiescence she read slowly. " 'Dear Jeanie: Writing this in SI. Louis station waiting for train for Mln.' He means Minneapolis, of course. He always abbreviates big words. Forrest met me Sunday a. m. and took me out to his place. Very nice place. Nice family. No trouble at all about the stock. He was giad to get boh! of it. Spent the night there. Hotels jammed. Arranged everything yesterday and this morning we signed the papers. Nice little nest egg it Is, too. Not bad business. Off to Min. now. Don't care much whether 1 sell the ranch shares or not. Nothing to do about that but cash the check once a year. May do a little hunting in Min. They always invited me but couldn't afford the time before. May take them up on it this trip. Hope you and Donna are O. K. Love and kisses. Dad.' That's all." "Lot me sec it, Mrs. Colwell," Mark said eagerly. "The envelope, too. Written Monday afternoon. Air mail. I'll phone the agency to concentrate on Minneapolis now. Evidently he is really going there." lie tossed the letter to Donna and went to the den to put his call through. "Anyhow, nothing has happened yet," Donna said with faint hope and added dully, "At least not when he wrote this." "I do not know how long It takes to go from St. Louis to Minneapolis," Mrs. Colwell said. "He never went to both towns on the same trip." "This (s a. special trip," Donna said unhappily. "Yes. But at least he hasn't had time to transact his business them yet. The wheat ranch Is 'way out in the "country." "Yes. If he transacts his business. It's going to be a hunting accident," she said shrewdly. "He is tipping you off to that. He never went hunting there before. This time he is going hunting. Nobody ever asks questions about hunting accidents." Mark left at noon for a hurried trip to New York, Donna sternly declining his invitation to go into town with him, get her mind on other things. She said she didn't want to get her mind OH other things. She had to be there to remind her mother what to say if Ihc telephone should ring. "Remember, Mother," she cautioned her repeatedly, "when he asks to speak to you, as he always does, you just back up every word I say. Mark and I are engaged and are going to be married the minute he gets home. And it is the truth." "What shall I say if he asks if I told you what he plans to do?" Donna met her eyes doggedly. "You'll have to lie. Lie like a lady. You have to, Mother. Doesn't it say in the Bible that a bad promise is better broken than kept? Well, It's the same with a lie? A good lie is better told than left unsaid. This is a good lie. Will you do it?" "Well, I suppose I could do that," her mother said reluctantly. "I've never really lied to Alan. Nnt about anything important. I suppose we could call this an unimportant lie and those don't really count." Donna's eyes turned expressively heavenward but returned immediately and severely to her mother's face. "Of course It can he called unimportant." She strove to repress an ironic intonation. It's just a trifling did-you-dld, or dld-you-didn't. You say, 'Certainly not,' and there's an end of it." It was nearly and he knew, B when Mark returned without question, that Try and Stop Me By BENNETT CERF HPHE late Alice Duer Miller, author of "Roberta" and "The •*- White Cliffs of Dover," was usually punctilious about her social engagements, but one time she completely forgot her promise to attend a very formal dinner party. When she remembered, it was too late to do anything about it. Mrs. Miller waited until exactly one week later. Then she dressed in her finest gown, dolled up her husband Harry in his white tie and tails, and drove to the home of the couple who had issued the invitation. "Last Wednesday!" she exclaimed in mock horror. "In my date book I wrote down this Wednesday." It ended by the , hostess apologizing- and taking * the Millers to the Ritz for dinner. According to Charlie MacArthur, co-author of "The Front Page," who worked as a reporter for the Chicago Examiner in the early days of prohibition, things reached a point in the windy city where mothers would tell their offspring, "Go in and .shoot your daddy good night." Copyright, 1049, By Bennett Cerf. Distributed by King Features Syndicate. SCOn'S SCRAP BOOK By R. J. SCOn HIS WIFE NEVER A^RtE. WKEfKEB. A>H AFR.lt/kW MA.MDC.Il.i;S FACE X60KS DHHIFIEP OR. MEAH. BcrfK ADMrf •fHM" \< LOOKS of 'ftE MOLUCCAS AR.R KfMtO FCR'frlEi qiA.K<S|ZE *KD DE.UC.10US FLAVOR. . AMERICA)) CHEMCAL fHA-f IS'fKE. •PROFtS'lOHM jf"lC SOCIE1"' in -THE. WOR.U? CHEMICAL SOC1E.1Y- A.BEE qE.KERA.LLY S-TRIKES FOR -THE EYE. BOARD AND ROOM By GENE AHERN MY NAME IS FABER, MR. PUFFLE, AND I'M FINANCIAL MANAGER FOR. MR. AAELVJNJ THREEF> WHOM YOU RECENTLY DEALT WITH ON ONE OF HIS WHIMSICAL BUSINESS VENTURES/"-I NOTICED HE WROTE'A CHECK TO YOU FOR. THE SUM OF $3OO.~ •AND WHILE- '/M/LP-F--GULP- YOU MEAN 'THERE IS SOAAE , QUESTION ABOUT ITS"', \li THE GENTLEMAN! PROCEED, f JUDGE/ there was no news. The faces of both women were pale and drawn, their eyes dark-circled. "Engagement ring, my love," he laid with what cheerfulness he could muster. "Mrs. Collwell, I have the honor to ask you for your daughter's hand." "You're welcome to It" was the lifeless answer. Donna forced a ridiculous semblance of laughter. "Proverbial match-making mamma! She can't wait to be rid of me!" "And what Is more." Mark continued bravely. "I bought the wedding ring, too, to make it more authentic when you tell him we are all set for the bait and chain." "What will you do if he doesn't come?" Mrs. Colwell asked. "Can you take the rink back?" "No!" he shouted explosively. "We are as good as married right noxv! You darn-fool women need a man around here to browbeat you. You're spoiled. I daresay you'll drive me to — to — " "To suicide?" Donna prompted softly. "No! To horsewhip the pair of you! And Dad'll hold you down while I apply the lash. I'd like to show you the wedding ring, too, for I think it is very pretty. Rut I believe that it is not considered etiquette. It's one thing the bride ha* to take and pretend she likes. Stick out your finger, honey. With this engagement ring I do solemnly beg to advise that you will never get away from me aa long as we both shall live." He pat it on her finger, then raised her face In both hands and kissed her, a sad and tender kiss, softened with pit)*. "I'll check with the agency again, Just to make sure," he laid briskly. "Is there any chance Mother Collwell, that he could he visiting someone in Mlnncapo- ll« an he did in St. Louis? A pretty penny that cost us! He saved a hotel bill and we .squandered a hundred times the amount on detectives." "I really do not know, Mark. He has never stayed there more than a couple of days. He always goes out to the ranch — " "What is tlie name of the ranch?" "I really don't know. He Just rails U the ranch. I suppose that is where he's going hunting." "lie is going hunting. Mark," Donna said crisply. "They always invited him hut hr has never gone before. This timr he's going. AVould It seem to suggest u hunting accident?" "Oh. it may Just be that lie freU he has the time this trin where hr always hurried before," Mark said reassuringly. "Hunting accidents are pretty hard to arrange." (To Re Continued) DAILY CROSSWORD ACROSS 1. Edible mollusk 5. Jewish month 9. Minute fiber on a plant 10. Title of respect 11. An Asiatic mammal 12. Cutting instrument 14. Noah's boat 15. Arabic "Z" 17. Prepare for publication 18. Behold! 19. Animated 21. Negative reply 22. Type measure 23. Malt beverages 24. Male adults 25. Keel-billed cuckoo 26. Fetish (Afr.) 28. June-bug 30. Too 32. Depart 34. Aloft 35. A light lunch 36. Radium (sym.) 37. Apportion 39. Earth as a goddess 40. Wager 41. A shout of applause 43. Roman house gods 45. Mimicked 46. Send forth 47. Wither 48. Droops in Uv middle DOWN 1. Ferryman on river Styx (myth.) 2. Class 3. Assistance 4. Native of Brazil 5. Question 6. Ate dinner 7. Dry 8. Purify 11. Wan 20. Hail! Carting vehicle Triangle having two equal sides Music note Land- I- 01 JMIEI lAlClElDl nan 0ara measure 27. American author and editor 28. Unable to speak 29. Musical dramas 31. Loiter 32. Salutes 13 Boy's jacket 33. Cereal grain Yetterday'i Answer 35. Cut 38. Narrow woven strip 40. A ship's jail 42. Poem 44. Wine receptacle 22 Z9 38 .19 35 31 10 12 27 Zl 32 A Cryptogram Quotation UN UC CKUM NLKN YUS^C AGE- CBKMG GPGV NLG YHM C—G B E U A U M G C. Yesterday's Crypt°<l"ote: IT IS DISGRACEFUL. TO STUMBLE AGAINST THE SAME STONE TWICE—PROVERB. Distributed by King Features Syndicate, IDC. r ^ "V iStei IHi VFiTn'-mo inCtu SfTHANKS, YOU WIN, FRED. HEPE'S VOUf? POLLAR ,5^ 151*1 f^^K. F// 1 BET HERB A DOLLAR THAT IP WE RANG YOUf? , BELL YOU'D BE IN THE TUB IF I DIDN'T HAVE TO HOLD THE TOWEL STRANGLED •M THEM ,\ TO THE DIAGRAM ,TME BASE OF THIS LITTLE MT. THORN HOLDS THE CLUE TO A WAY -V 'NTO THE \JALLEY/ BRICK.' OH, BfU 'FALLING.' HELP.' QUICK, f/AMDY.'APB/L'S FALLEN INTO A PIT.' THOSE BEAUT1FUU FLOWERS.' i/ rt ft 1-5 \\ **5* .^ULi/^ r^ TO SAY- G05H.ANGEL1--I-L ON'TKNOW WHATy ;—-^^"LI'NE •m SAV. ,< s |; . ;((I , LL ALWM6 BE A BROTHER TO YOU!" Ml 'SSSSr L FEEL LIKE A COMPLETE ORIP.TELLING YOU THIS--BUTWELL- • I'VE ASKED BRICK TO MARRY ME ••AND--• AND THERE'S A ) FUSSY OLD LAW ^ ^ AGAINST POLYGAMY! • -LKNOW!--WELL; r WISH YOU LONG LIFE AND HAPPINESS] NOW, SKEETER, If-" YOU THINK \ YOU CAM BEHAVE YOURSELF, YOU 1 - MAY LEAVE YOUR ROOM J AND COME DOWN TO r'' X^7X CARE POR ANY DINNER! 1-5 Coft. lilt. Km; F.ttam S I GU£551 CAN'T LOOK FORWARD TO EITHER. ONE.--NO ANGEL!IT! Wj i VERY WELL ! I'M SORRY YOLJll DONT FEEL LIKE EATING...WE'RE > HAVING YOUR FAVORITE DESSERT TONIGHT, MINCE PIE WITH CREAM!! WHERE'S sKfeTER? X 1 1 :LMG SORJRY FOR> HIMSELF AFTER BEING PUNISHED...DOESN'T WANT ANY DlNN •*.*. Midi DAD! LOOK.' DO YOU SEE WHAT THOSE rn MEN ARE TRYING ^TO DO? TO TOP FIRST AND HEAD US OFF. Wilt 0 ?'/ ... IF YOU 4 INSIST!'. ; "TOT* AMD THEY'RE GOIMGTOMAKE w IT TOO. THEY'VE 5, BUDDY GOT // _ Copl. l»lg,"K>ng fnniin Sradicatc, \g^, WotitTrigjil'i M-M! I PONT -BELIEVE ER TASTED NICER LIPSTICK, AMPLE.' NOT YET, PAD. NOT YET! I KNOW HOW WE CAM OUTWIT QUICK! HOW CAN'WE DO IT?. Woe, OH-UH-HELLO, PAUL.' YEP/ BUT, SHE'5 A / „, . f , Y LOTUS-EATEJ?- OH/ 50 YOU'RE \ AWD IT'S MADE HER DP. HUGH HOOEYj THE GUY" PRIWCE5S LEETA WAKJTS M i TO MARRY? '1-5 YOU DON'T LOOK LIKE A LOTUS-EATER/_ "I'M NOT/ I TRIED ii SOME, 41 AMD-/ , J I CAN'T SAY ^ JUST FOP YOUR THAT I APPROVEA RECORDS, DR. DAVIS, OF YOUR BPAND \IF ANYONE WAS GIVING PSYCrlOTHEWPX/ PSYCHOTHERAPY IT MORGAN/ /WAS I NOT DR. MORGAN/. THAT'S RIGHT, PAUL, BUT ' I HAVE TO ADMIT DP?. FORRESTS PBESCeiPTlON S EASV TO TAKE/ I'M STARTING A DRIVE TO STOP THE LOTUS HABIT IM THI5 KIHGDOM. /> WAWTA HELP MEfv I'M ER- GOT AFRAID HAVEW TIME/ VOU'D BE IVITHE MOrJEV/ BUT I'M A "-v •KNICHT-AHD I'D RATHER BE THE SADDLE/ HI.'-AM LATE ? AC! BOYS HERE: -y THEY'LL SC NZOOM INS '•) UP ANY ' "SEC/CDEE.CyoU "VLOC*; SHARP.' mrff «^> ^ J/Vr JIKJICEQS/I WONTfCNOwKTHATS HOW7O ACr.'-BerJGl" ' J.OVE SCENES WITHOL A CAMERA PEEKNG OVEfS MY SHOULDEG/l wor A - spor- LIGHT/ =5? HELLO, MB.ICEr 3 ITS T6I3CIBLV NICE OF ? ETTA TO TAKE- ME TCm-:. 8rg. U, i. fa\. Off. REMEMBEI3 I SAID A Y -afAlM MOV/e STAI2 WOULD - COMCEITEO.? I'M SHE'S SWELL.'.'AM I 1 ISNT HEI2. OEESS A OEETAM -'f SHE ' WORE ir IN ONE- OF HER THAT'S 5ELL/ ir'LL DATES/ C-l -•h.v. ^\pn$w y) *($M f 'S LOOK, CANPV LAMB.' FLYING THROUGH BUZZACPS OVB? THOSE UNCHARTED MOUNTAINS A CARGO OF OMB TUSKER IS PUH-LENTy/.' KATHY KNOWS THAT.' HATlS UP, * PARP? w V" I AM THE RAJAH NATURALLY WANTS TO PUT THE NEW HERO TO WORK AT THE U5G&NG CAMP AS SOOW AS POSSIBLE^ ., BUT NOW HE JUST GOT WORD THAT SOMETHING STAMPEPEP THE OLP HEKP INTO THE JUNGLE .' ./ FEAR NOT, KATHY.' ^ I,*kUSTLE HATTEB^' f [WILL WHIP THINGS INTO "E UP THEge /»WP BE BACK IN TIME TO JOIN YOU AT PINNER^, ... BUT WHAT AAAKE5 ME SO SAP IS,•>, THE KAUAH WANTS SCOK& TO GO INTO THAT SMELLY J ~^-r/u///

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