anaheim-gazette 1926-07-08

Mr. and Mrs. Sallie being the Confessions of a new wife Illustrated by Paul Robinson by Gladys Baker Copyright 1925 by Publishers Autocaster Services A Bad Situation Grows Unbearable I said nothing, waiting for Curtiss to explain his unconventional behavior of the night, though I realized that the scene I had just witnessed from the window would be, for a long time, impressed on my mind. My nerves were tense and I waited, breathlessly, for him to speak. Finally he shoved his hair across his forehead in a familiar gesture, which I had grown to recognize as a sign of unrest: "I'm hungry," he said. Though the situation had been almost dramatic, my sense of humor could not be repressed, and I laughed. "What the deuce is so funny?" he asked, becoming vexed. "Oh, nothing, dearest, I guess I was a bit nervous from the It's mighty fine of you to fix me up." he declared, his eyes deliberately escaping mine, "but you must Booth and P Address (Continued from the party drove to the where the coach and up. The party went and registered. Later in Doll's restaurant Downey block, which famous restaurant formia. Early in the evening in the street in front hotel, where a large erected for the speeched music and gathered. There was political enthusiasm stand on the sidewalk hotel and heard Bac greatest political or also heard Pachecd was breaking up, along a young man named came up and asked what we were dolan taken up our stand on his father's book and We had met him in times before, and on strawberry and ice by the ladies of the Pat at the old schoolhouse street. We told him to hear Booth and Pan us to go hong with but we told him we of friends at the shortly bade him good way to the hotel, room and turned in. We were up early ing and, coming down ing the dining room meal. We were always spot when anything It makes our trouble looked over the hotel was the finest thing ever seen. We sat morning papers for horrible thought day we had not seen at the party since leaving the preceding evening several of the most ever experienced "It's mighty fine of you to fix me up." he declared, his eyes deliberately escaping mine, "but you must be tired now, so suppose you run on back to bed." "Ye Gods, no!" he exclaimed, "I want some real honest-to-goodness food. How about that steak you were going to have for dinner and some potatoes. I'm as hungry as a bear." I slipped into a kimona and went into the kitchen to prepare the late repast, and as I busied myself about the various tasks I could not help but he amazed at the thought that, as far as Curtiss was concerned the party had not been a howling success. A hungry Lothario! Letitia would have been disillusioned if she could have seen him as I saw him at that moment sitting at the breakfast table in bathrobe and slippers—eating with the keen appetite of a wolf. Letitia with her scornful attitude towards food which she considered prosaic! She had declared that all they had in the car was a Thermos bottle of cocktails, which, as far as she was concerned, was a guarantee of an excellent time, but Curtiss had no great liking for any alcoholic drink and, although she had evidently insisted that he take a few, they had probably only served to increase his healthy appetite for a good, substantial meal. I began to hum a little tune. I was preparing food for Curtiss—food that would make him happy and soothe his tired nerves—he was dependent upon me at that moment and needed me more than Letitia Evans with all her silly charter about "uninteresting food." I wondered why they had changed cars. Why hadn't they returned in Bill Gillespie's car as they had started out? And why, if Curtiss had been so ravenously hungry, had he not insisted on coming home before 3 o'clock? Was it because to have done so would intention which she lavished on his every word? At any rate whatever it was, some dreadful thing had taken my Curtiss away from me and made him into a strange person whom it was most difficult to understand. Although I was ashamed of my lack of faith, jealous, skeptical thoughts paraded about in my mind until I was utterly spent from the effect of my suspicious doubts and fears. I had temporarily abandoned my plan I began to hum a little tune. I was preparing food for Curtiss—food that would make him happy and soothe his tired nerves—he was dependent upon me at that moment and needed me more than Letitia Evans with all her silly chapter about "uninteresting food." I wondered why they had changed cars. Why hadn't they returned in Bill Gillespie's car as they had started out? And why, if Curtiss had been so ravenously hungry, had he not insisted on coming home before 3 o'clock? Was it because to have done so would have revealed the real Curtiss and greatly reduced him in Letitia's dream-ridden eyes? "Gosh! Food helps!" was all Curtiss said as I poured him a second glass of rich and icy milk. I hoped that it would also relieve his conscience which, from his unhappy expression, I believed was not perfectly at rest. There were a dozen questions that clamored at my brain, but I was determined to repress them until after he had slept—and even then, if he still offered no explanation of the night which had just passed, my pride would not allow me to press the point. "It's mighty fine of you to fix me up," he declared, his eyes deliberately escaping mine, "but you must be tired now, so suppose you run on back to bed." Intuitively I knew that he would be happier alone and so I left him, but it was to lie awake and think strange, dark thoughts through the remainder of the night. The change in Curtiss which I had noticed that night continued, and each day he seemed more and more unlike himself. He was noticeably uncomfortable when he and I were alone, and he always contrived to invite guests in on nights when he did not come home with an invitation-out for dinner or bridge. Letitia, pleading hard work in her studio, stayed away from the house, but I felt that there were times when they met. He never referred to Letitia, though I knew from his distrait manner that she was often in his thoughts. What could have happened that night? Under her spell, in the moonlight, how far had she led him on? Had Curtiss succumbed to her alluring personality and the flattering attention which she lavished on his every word? At any rate whatever it was, some dreadful thing had taken my Curtiss away from me and made him into a strange person whom it was most difficult to understand. Although I was ashamed of my lack of faith, jealous, skeptical thoughts paraded about in my mind until I was utterly spent from the effect of my suspicious doubts and fears. I had temporarily abandoned my plan to visit Ellie Mitchell New York, thinking that each day Curtiss would ask forgiveness and unburden his heart, but, after weeks of waiting, my patience exhausted itself and I knew something must be done at once. That Letitia still pursued Curtiss I knew without a doubt, for she phoned to him on those nights when we were at home with guests. He would go hurriedly to the phone and, on the few occasions when I answered it, because I happened to be near, a conscious silence would greet me at the other end. I remembered the resolution I had made on the night that they had gone out and left me alone, and I asked myself why I had not followed these plans. Perhaps it was because the flirtation had gone, to all appearances, much further than I had thought when I had decided to go to New York. To leave now would be like adding fuel to the flame, and yet my entire being rebelled against remaining as a sort of policeman to guard that which was mine. The mental anguish took its toll of my epsonal appearance and of my nerves, which being over-wrought, made me irritable when Curtiss was near. It was not an even contest, for always Letitia was at her prettiest and best. At home I had become a nagging wife. Little mannerisms of Curtiss began to get on my nerves and I could see that I was driving him to seek his amusement and relaxation away from home. The situation, though plain to me, was beyond my control and was daily becoming worse. I thought of seeking the advice of my neighbor, Mrs. Wright, but she and Curtiss had discovered that they were related by marriage, and to disclose an affair that involved him did not seem Booth and Pacheco Address Meeting (Continued from Page One) the party drove to the Fashion stables, where the coach and horses were put up. The party went to the Pico house and registered. Later dinner was served in Doll's restaurant, located in the Downey block, which was the most famous restaurant in Southern California. Early in the evening bonfires blazed in the street in front of the Lafayette hotel, where a large platform had been erected for the speaking. A band discured music and thousands of people gathered. There was a great deal of political enthusiasm. We took up our stand on the sidewalk opposite the hotel and heard Booth, who was the greatest political orator of his day; we also heard Pacheco. As the meeting was breaking up, along about 11 o'clock, a young man named Fred Fleischman came up and asked us, in some surprise, what we were doing there. We had taken up our stand directly in front of his father's book and stationery store. We had met him in Anaheim several times before, and once took him to a strawberry and ice cream festival given by the ladies of the Presbyterian church at the old schoolhouse on Chestnut street. We told him we had come up to hear Booth and Pacheco. He wanted us to go home with him for the night, but we told him we were with a party of friends at the Pico house. We shortly bade him good night, made our way to the hotel, were shown to our room and turned in for the night. We were up early the following morning and, coming downstairs and entering the dining room, had a delicious meal. We were always Johnny on the spot when anything to eat was in sight. It makes our troubles fade away. We looked over the hotel, which we thought was the finest thing of its kind we had ever seen. We sat down and read the morning papers for an hour, when the horrible thought dawned upon us that we had not seen a single member of the party since leaving Doll's restaurant the preceding evening. Then followed several of the most hectic hours we had ever experienced in our life. We waterway. The thought of asking the clerk at the hotel about the party never entered our bullet head. Shortly after noon, when the steam whistles were blowing the hour, we hit out for the dear old brier patch. We turned down Commercial street, looking backward to catch a last glimpse of the Downey block; crossed Los Angeles street; beat it out Aliso street; crossed the bridge at the river, and were hitting the Upland pike in a swinging stride. We had doffed our coat, for the afternoon was warm, and were meandering down the road as no one had ever done before. When a familiar voice spoke to us: "Hello, there boy, what on earth are you doing here?" It was Major Strobel, returning from the meeting with Captain Knox and Louis Durr. "We are going home with you!" we replied, as we jumped into his carriage before the words were fairly out of his mouth. "When did you come up?" he inquired. We informed him that we had come up the night before to attend the Booth and Pacheco meeting. "Did you come up with that bunch, and where are they how?" We replied that we had not seen them since late in the afternoon before. We told him of the disappearance of the stage coach, and said we feared they had come away without us. "No, no, they would not do that. Those fellows are still in town. I saw some of them just a little while ago." "I have you had your breakfast?" We said that we had had a very fine breakfast at the Pico house that morning. "Have you had your dinner?" We replied that we did not care for any dinner, all we wanted was to get back to Anaheim. "Here is some money," he said, offering us a silver piece. "Go and buy some of those fine peaches there." We told him that we had a little money of our own and thanked him for his offer. We alighted from the carriage, purchased a small sack of peaches and climbed in again. As he was about to proceed, we said that we had promised to bring the little brother back a knife from Los Angeles. "Well, if you have promised to get that knife, there is nothing to do but drive back and get it." tired for the night, after a frugal evening meal, and was soon in the land of nod. At midnight there came a loud knocking at the door. The little mother arrose and asked what was wanted. It was the party which had just come in from Los Angeles. "Something terrible has happened! Your boy is lost. We looked all over Los Angeles, but we could not find him. The sheriff's office and police are looking for him. We had to come away without him." "Oh pshaw," she replied, with a laugh, "the boy is in his bed there, fast asleep. He came home with Major Strobel this afternoon." There was a loud shout of laughter without, and the party speedily dispersed to their homes. We were in bad with all the members of the party the following day, when we were scolded for what we had done. They said we should never go to Los Angeles with them again, but we did. We explained that when we failed to find the stage coach at the stable we thought they had gone home without us. Booth and Pacheco swept the state and there was great rejoicing among their adherents. Politics were bitter in those days, and it is well known that as the great war between the states was coming on there was doubt whether California would line up with the North or the South in the conflict. General Albert Sydney Johnston, who commanded the California division, was a power in the land, and many other prominent people agreed with him that California should join the Confederacy. Indeed, going back ten years before the conflict, a delegation of Californians went to Washington to ask for the admission of California as a free state were told by John C. Calhoun, who was then on his death-bed, that the admission of California into the Union as a free state would mean instant secession and civil war. The delegation returned empty-handed. Had General Jackson been alive, there would have been no civil war. A great contest was waged relative to which side the state should join in the great war which everyone could see was coming on. Pixley and Booth and Starr King were the three outstanding men who kept California out of the Confederacy. We have always been proud of the fact that we helped to swell the crowd at the Booth We were up early the following morning and, coming downstairs and entering the dining room, had a delicious meal. We were always Johnny on the spot when anything to eat was in sight. It makes our troubles fade away. We looked over the hotel, which we thought was the finest thing of its kind we had ever seen. We sat down and read the morning papers for an hour, when the horrible thought dawned upon us that we had not seen a single member of the party since leaving Doll's restaurant the preceding evening. Then followed several of the most hectic hours we had ever experienced in our life. We started out to hunt them up, never stopping to think of asking the hotel clerk if they had come down from their rooms. Going to the stables, we saw the coach and the four horses in their stalls, and it was a great relief to see them. We walked all over the town, asking men if they had seen members of the party, naming a number of them. None of them had ever heard of them. We returned to the stable, and consternation filled us when we found that the coach was gone. It was in the rear yard being washed. We rushed back to the hotel, inquiring of everybody if they had seen members of the party, but people shook their heads and said they hadn't. We looked around town again for them and, not being able to find them, seriously considered the plan of walking back to Anaheim, never for a moment thinking of Old river, flowing full of water, nor of Coyote creek, which was quite an impassable honest or right. At last I came to the point where I knew I must speak to Curtiss, for it seemed to me that our marriage had become a flasco to us both. (To be continued next week.) OF...BY...and FOR THE PEOPLE THE Edison Company is the People's project, owned by the people, regulated by the people and operated for the benefit of the people. "Here is some money," he said, offering us a silver piece. "Go and buy some of those fine peaches there." We told him that we had a little money of our own and thanked him for his offer. We alighted from the carriage, purchased a small sack of peaches and climbed in again. As he was about to proceed, we said that we had promised to bring the little brother back a knife from Los Angeles. "Well, if you have promised to get that knife, there is nothing to do but to drive back and get it." The major was a grand old soul, and we regarded him as one of the best men who ever lived. Years after he was in London, negotiating for the sale of Catalina Island, which was owned by James Lick and others of San Francisco. He was stricken with apoplexy and passed away suddenly. He returned to the store of Caswell, Ellis & Wright, in the Arcadia block, on North Los Angeles street. We entered and purchased a two-bit pocket knife with one blade. It was the finest knife we ever saw. It was borne home in triumph and proudly turned over to the Judge. It was such a fine knife we almost kept it for ourselves. He proceeded on the way home, driving very fast, as he always did. At Coyote hill, one of his horses dropped to the ground. He unhitched it, took it back to the ranch house; shortly appeared with another horse, and was soon on his way home again. He forded Coyote creek without difficulty, and arrived in Anaheim late in the afternoon. We were overjoyed to be back home again after such a long absence and, after telling all of the kids of the wonderful sights seen in Los Angeles, re- were told by John C. Calhoun, who was then on his death-bed, that the admission of California into the Union as a free state would mean instant secession and civil war. The delegation returned empty-handed. Had General Jackson been alive, there would have been no civil war. A great contest was waged relative to which side the state should join in the great war which everyone could see was coming on. Pixley and Booth and Starr King were the three outstanding men who kept California out of the Confederacy. We have always been proud of the fact that we helped to swell the crowd at the Booth and Pacheco meeting. Booth and Pacheco and the entire Republican ticket swept the state of California. There was great rejoicing from one end of the state to the other. Booth was afterward elected United States senator, and Pacheco succeeded him as governor. Booth was a great orator, and made many friends in Washington. Next story appearing next week, the duel between Tom Stagg, white, and Red Rogers, colored. Stagg falls, weltering in a bucket of blood. Rogers flees to the hills with three hundred excited Ploneers after him, yelling, "Get him! Hang him! Kill him!" 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And the sheriff's office during the fiscal year 1921-22 for a total ex-5,831.89—which included $4,724.25 for detective fees—then under the absolutely necessary to get results. This $4,724.25, now absolutely unnecessary under the Wright Act, and taxpayers only $21,107.64. C THIS WITH THE PRESENT DAY EXPENSE OF $27,324.41, AND BE SEEN THAT I CONDUCTED THE SHERIFF'S OFFICE AT AN OF $6,213.71 LESS THAN TODAY'S EXPENSE. for C. E. Jackson for Sheriff