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Mason City, Iowa
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Wednesday, January 5, 1949
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Jan. 4, 1949 Mason City Globe-Gazette, Mason City, la BETHEL HUESTON CHAPTER 41 "WHY didn't David say something to Dad?" Donna asked Mark. "Dad would have listened to him." "I told him to but he said you couldn't say things like that to your own father, especially a swell guy except for making such a fool of himself like your dad. He wanted me to talk to him, remind him of his duty. Me! Why, I'd as . soon have tried laying down the law to Moses! Then he wanted rne to flirt with her, try to wean her away from Dad." "Why didn't you?" "Because my affections were otherwise engaged. And I was too noble to be untrue to you, even in as good a cause as saving your father. We made it tough for them though." Mark smiled reminiscently. "What did you do?" Donna's eyes, dead-black, were intent upon his face. "We sleuthed. We found out there was a certain secluded corner where, on nights your father was presumably staying in town, he would pick her up and take her driving. So we made that corner one of our hangouts. And as soon as he'd pull up we'd go racing down and ask for a hitch home. He would stand her up and take us, too. Once he had her in the car before we could get there. He said, sure, he'd just taken on one passenger, why not 2 more? He took her home first and didn't go out again that night. He was careful, I'll say that for him. Don't you see how much better it would have been if you had talked to us? You could have helped us sleuth. A girl's fine touch was all we needed." "I still don't like it," she said, though the ghost of a smile touched her lips briefly. "Neither did we. Dave especial. ly. Don't you remember how thin he got that year, lost 15 pounds and they wouldn't let him play football? That's what your father's philandering did to him. And don't you remember, whenever there were dances or parties at the clubhouse, how we'd always hitchhike home from college to be on deck for the goings on?" "I thought you came to be with me." "Not at all. We came to keep your mother from feeling neglected and to be sure she had dancing partners. And also we came to cut in when your Dad was dancing with the redhead. We took turns doing that. We nearly danced the legs off her. She was game about it but I'll bet the sight of us, and she saw plenty of us, almost turned her tummy. Dave said after the way your mother went'through the crisis, if he ever did or said one thing, all his life, to cause her a minute's pain or worry, somebody ought to take him out and shoot him. He was proud because she was the one in ar million who put her children and her home before her own hurt feelings. God, he was proud of her!" "Mark, will you do something for me? Will you go upstairs and tell Mother what you" have just told me?" "Oh, Donna, I couldn't do that! It's different, talking to you. I couldn't say those things to your mother." "That's odd. Dad could talk to her but not to me. . . . But please do it, Mark, to please me. Mother deserves it. Tell her every word Dave said and how proud he was of her. I was really vicious to Mother, Mark. She has a right to know that one of her children wasn't a fool." He held her in his arms a while, thinking it over. "Maybe you're right, Donna," he said uneasily and sighed deeply. "I flatly refused to tackle your father with it and now I have to rehash it with your mother. But maybe you're right and she deserves to know. Try to take it easier, Donna. Don't get so nervous, don't feel so angry. It doesn't do any good. I know it's tough, but take it as easily as you can. There's nothing we can do now but wait, so let's not make the waiting any harder than we have to." "I'll try, Mark. I'll do my best. You go and tell Mother." The waiting was not easy. Mark came down some time later and nodded his head curtly, brief acknowledgment that telling her mother had been right. She asked no questions. Conversation was forced and desultory, for the most part a monologue by Mark on the affairs of Sammy and Red Islip. Donna tried, not very successfully, to manifest an interest she did not feel and both were relieved when Mrs. Collwell came down and rejoined them. "Is it too late for you to run down and see a movie?" sho suggested helpfully. "I'll answer the telephone." "I'd scream! I'd jump up and down and scream!" Ddnna protested. -'They would call the cops and evict me." Mark reverted grimly to conversation again but it was less difficult now, for, although it was perhaps assumed, Mrs. Collwell showed persistent interest. She made pertinent and suggestive comments. "I never heard of. a model marrying a minister." "Beauty is a frightful handicap for a minister's wife." "She had better stick to Sirls' classes in Sunday school. Mothers with adolescent sons are very suspicious of beauty." She asked questions, too. "Is she interested in that kind of work or just interested in him?" "Is he a spiritual man or a good orator in search of an audience?" "Has her experience in the apartment given her pointers on getting along with other people? Getting along with people is very important for a minister's wife." Donna too. almost against her will, was dr;iH<ii into the discussion of the ICeverencl Keil and his prospective spouse. Hut heneuth all the u'ords they were acutely conscious thai after all they were only waiting SOT the telephone to ring Once it rang. l>onna, dead-white, sat motionless. Mark anrt Mrs. Collwell waited. ".Shall 1 take if.'" Mark suggested. She shook her head. "No, I want to Help me up, Mark." She was a dead weight under his hand as she got to her leet. It was a wrong- number. "If they give ux another wrong number rail, I'll throw the telephone right thruugh the window!" she said iiassionately. "If you do, we couldn't answer if your father tailed," Mrs. Colwell reminded "her. The wrung number, Infuriating as H was, suggested a neit- train of consideration. "What are yon going to say lu your father when you get him-.'" Mrs. Ciillwcll asked. "I'm going to teil him to come home," Donna said. "Hut why? What reason are you fjoin? to give? We never ask him to come home- from Ills business trips. How arc you going to explain that you have been looking for him? If you say anything about this matter, lie \vill hang up on you. He will not talk." "Hang up on rne! Dad? Why he wouldn't hang up on me." Then she added more thoughtfully. "Did he ever hang up on yon, Mother?" "No. I never mentioned unpleasant Ihinjs over the phone. Hut a couple of times when 1 kept talking about things he did not want to discuss, he got his hat and walked out of the house and did not come back that night. Men always run away from unpleasant subjects if they get a chance." Donna Jookcd cmploringfy at Mark. "You know he tvouldn't bane up on ue!" she pleaded. "Nut on me!" "He might at that," Mark admitted reluctantly. "Since he lias made up his mind not to discuss this thing, the chances arc he isn't jtoins to discuss it. And hanging up on you would be the easiest out." "Think of something? Think quickly, before the phone rings. What can 1 say? 1 know! I'll tell him Mother is sick. That will bring him posthaste." "You wilt do no such tlmijf," Mrs. Collwell said firmly. "Your father chose his own way of taking care of this matter and I will not 1>L a party In such subterfuge." "Not even to save my father's life!" Donna accused her. "Not to interfere with what lie considers the right thing for him ti> do. 1'ou most certainly may not tell him I am sick." "I could say I am sick," she said, more doubtfully. "He unulJ hardly believe you are seriously ill If you are up answering the telephone," was the quiet reminder. "Mark, think of something!" Mark strummed his fingers together uneasily. "There's another nasty angle to it, too," he said slowly. "Now I dnn'l believe for one minute that Dad Collwell will do this thingr. It just isn't his nature to do this sort of thing. And he wouldn't walk out on Mrs. Collwell like that; you know he wouldn't. Maybe for a while, when he was uj>set, he thought he would, but when he came to hi.s senses he would never go through with it. But suppose he is still pretty much upset and hanging on to his crazy obsession. He didn't know Mother Collwell was going to tcl! yon. Donna. He was going to enlighten you himself, by letter, when it was over. Now if he gels wind that you arc wise to it and determined to prevent it, mightn't hr,—it's only a thought, of course! but mightn't he just leap off .the deep end and do it right away? Mightn't it hurry things up instead of stopping them? There's noi mucn poini io his uiiC.'n< the letter now that you already know." Donna collapsed limply in her chair. Mrs. Collwell, for the first time, showed consternation. "iMrirk* she whispered. "It might. K really might." "I si 111 do not think he will go through with it," Mark added stoutly. "Not for a minute ilo I think he will." Donna n:id her mother stared at each other. "We mustn't let him know I know it," Donna said thickly. "We've got to lie about it. We've got to think of something else." Silence throhbed in the mom. "It was probably just a cock-eyed no- lion of mine" Mark said lamely. "I Just happened to think of it." (To He Continued; NOAH=-ATAN ^eTY w<2>ui_c> IT BE" SMOCKING TO STICK VOUIS PJNtSErfi? //J A LIGHT SOCKE'T"? R.G.SCHARBACH AJOAH=DOES A W/AJDY GUY BLOW UP /AJ A WIND STORM ^T MAR-IE L-.!_tPPOL-O> SEND vouie NOTIOMS TO/MOAH •By BENNETT CERF- TV-TJNNALLY JOHNSON, an expert on mermaids ever 111 since he produced "Mr. Peabody and the Mermaid," says he is working on a new mermaid story that will make all the old ones seem tame by comparison. "The bottom half of my mermaid," explains NunnaHy, "will be girl, and the top half fish!" I wonder what star's looks gave him that idea! You probably heard about the Scotchman who firmly declined an invitation to meet a delectable mermaid. "Positively no," he thundered. "Too much female to eat and too much fish to make love to!" Incidentally, don't scoff at the possibility that mermaids actually exist. Remember Albert Einstein's comment: "Imagination is more important than Knowledge." * * * * A banker's young son was an inveterate liar, and the family was trying every expedient to reform him. "Son," the banker proposed one evening, "if you can tell me a He without a second's thought, Til <jive you fifty rents." "Fifty cents nothing," declared the boy, "You just said a dollar." Copyright, l!Mfl, l,y Bern clt Corf. Ditt. Ibuliu by Klny Features Syndicate. SCOTT'S SCRAP BOOK By R. J. SCOTT CLIMB-TREES i« •WE. C;ALA> ISL^HDS. of OLD USED 'to DR1KK W^fER. 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