anaheim-gazette 1929-12-12

FINAL INSTALMENT What Happened Before Remember Steddon comes West to avoid revealing the result of an unfortunate love affair to her father. The Rev. Dr. Steddon, a clergyman of kind heart but narrow mind who attributes much of the evil of the world to the "movies" and constantly invigors against them. Mem, her lover Elwood Farnaby having died in an accident, at the advice of Dr. Bretherick, gives her bad cough as an excuse to get to Arizona and from there writes home that she has met and married "Mr. Woodville," a wholly imaginary person. Later she writes again to say that her "husband" has died in the desert. She takes a job as a domestic to avoid being a burden on her parents. A fall prevents her becoming a mother. In Arizona she had met Tom Holby, a leading man in a motion picture company, and through him gets the opportunity to play a part in a desert drama. With the company is Robina Teele, a Star, friend of Holby and Leva Lemaire, an extra woman. After her accident, Mem becomes friendly with Mrs. Dack, a poor woman of Palm Springs, Arizona, and takes an interest in her bright little son, Terry Dack, who has a great gift of mimicry. Inspired by a letter from Leva, Mem plans to go to Los Angeles to take a job in a film laboratory. She gets a job in a film laboratory, but loses it. She meets a Mrs. Sturga from her home town, who talks of the evils of the movies and says the stars are forced to sell their souls. Mem then learns her mother is coming to visit her. Mem is worried about her finances. She sees a casting director, Arthur begged his forgiveness for all the heartaches she had caused him. She wept on his white bow tie, twisting a button on his coat and pouring out her regret for dragging his wife away from him and causing them to quarrel over her. She said that it was a crime for her to have taken her mother on East and left him alone, but he protested: "Dyou suppose I wanted my little girl traveling in those wicked cities all by herself" This gladdened Mem exquisitely. It showed that, for all her wanton career, she was sill in her father's eyes an innocent child who must be protected from the world. Of course, it was rather, the world that needed to be protected from her. But she would not disturb his sweet delusion. The mayor had come down to give Mem welcome, as soon as he could push through the mob of Steddon children that devoured Mem and their mother. The manager of the Calverly Capitol, with its capacity of two hundred, brushed the mayor aside and claimed Mrs. Steddon as his prize. He had a car waiting for her, and a room at the hotel in case the parsonage was over-crowded. Doctor Steddon grew Isalan as he stormed back: "My daughter stays in her own home!" This brought Mem snuggling to his elbow. As their car moved off, with a sudden stab she remembered Elwood Farnaby and the far-off girl that he had loved too madly well in the moonlit embrasure. How little and pitiful that Mem had been! There was a toyish unimportance in her very fall, the debacle of marionette world. and awkward rising to the whole packed auditorium and clamorous. Seats of honor were great star and the famher effulgence. As so seated the young woman plano began to batter Mem's latest picture down the screen. She could feel at her arm of her father uncomfort. She felt it wince close-up began to glow pleading to him in a human tears. The arranger surrendered to the wonty. It tightened again threatened her, and shied of relief when she peril, his gasp as she other. He was like a child first toy, hearing his He was entranced. He laugh with a boyshne associated with him. She heard him blow blast that might have Jericho. A aneaking side glass that his eyes were drilled the applause broke off of the picture, she hands making the louis all. This was heartbreaker. The family rode home children and the mother ment, the father silent. The old parson had out. Once at home, he dren up to bed and he mother with his glitter while before he Mem becomes friendly with Mrs. Dack, a poor woman of Palm Springs, Arizona, and takes an interest in her bright little son, Terry Dack, who has a great gift of mimicry. Inspired by a letter from Leva, Mem plans to go to Los Angeles to take a job in a film laboratory. She gets a job in a film laboratory, but loses it. She meets a Mrs. Sturga from her home town, who talks of the evils of the movies and says the stars are forced to sell their souls. Mem then learns her mother is coming to visit her. Mem is worried about her finances. She sees a casting director, Arthur Turrey, and abruptly offers herself to him in return for a job in the movies. He tells her the talk about "paying the price" is all rot. Meanwhile the attention of Mr. Bermond, head of the company, is diverted to her and he decides to give her a chance. Soon she finds herself posing with Claymore as her director, obeying his commands in a kind of stupor. Mem's father reads a publicity story calling her "the prettiest girl in America" and writes a letter of protest to his wife and daughter. Mem's fame begins to spread, and Claymore, the director, takes an unusual interest in her. He is infatuated with Mem but tries to be aloof and professional to hide the fact from the company. Mem and Claymore become more and more interested in each other. Out riding one day, Claymore makes physical advances to her. While they are parking a hold-up man approaches and demands their money. But when she reached her home there was something waiting in ambush for her—a letter from her father. Ned Ling, promoter of another company, to whom she had been loaned, Hiding under his high chin, Mem begged his forgiveness for all the heartaches she had caused him. made violent love to her. He took her to supper, and became so familiar that she demanded to be taken home. Mem's success was so great that within a few weeks she was hailed as one of the greatest stars on the screen. One of the greatest stars on the screen. What's the right and wrong of it all? The old doctor shook his head: "I'm no longer fool enough honey, to try to explain anything that happens to us here. According to one line of thinking, your misstep was the divine plan. According to another, good can in case the parsonage was over-crowded. Doctor Steddon grew Isalan as he stormed back: "My daughter stays in her own home! This brought Mem snuggling to his elbow. As their car moved off, with a sudden stab she remembered Elwood Farnaby and the far-off girl that he had loved too madly well in the moonlit brassure. How little and pitiful that Mem had been! There was a toyish unimportance in her very fall, the debacle of a marlonotte world. But Elwood Farnaby was great by virtue of his absence and his death. He was a hero now with Romeo and Leander and Abelard and the other geniuses of passion whose shadows had grown gigantically long in the sunset of a tragic punishment for their ardors. A horrifying thought came to Mem: if he had not died, she would have become his wife and the mother of his premature child. She would have been a laughing-stock, material for ugly whispers about the village. And she would have been the shabblest of wives even here. She would never have known fame or ease or wealth. After lunch she found Dr. Bretherick and had him drive her to the cemetery. "And," she said, "I want to give you the instalment I forgot, of the conscience money. Please get it to papa as soon as you can. And here's a little extra." The doctor took the bills with a curious smile. She seemed to feel his sardonic perplexity as she mused aloud along a well-thought path. "If I hadn't been a 'fallen woman,' I couldn't have saved papa's church from ruin. How do you explain it?" There were many change and Mem soon sister had flung off to or two ardent lovers about her. A sneaking side glance that his eyes were dripping the applause broke out of the picture, she hands making the loud all. This was heartbearer. The family rode home children and the mother ment, the father silent. The old parson had out. Once at home, he drenched up to bed and her mother with his glitter long while before he mon: "My beloved wife wanted to plead for the foe both. I have been stiff necked so often, humbled before you in pride. It has just come when God said, 'Let there was light, he mind this glorious insult traying the wonders of Our dear Redeemer use his divine lessons, and me that if he should again today he would pictures." "You have builted knew, perhaps, my care ask you to pardon me ed of you when I shroud. You were usil Heaven sent you as H to use them. Your are you can't, you won't life. God forgive me and send you happining and a long, long useful you have elected." That night Mem knew old bed and, on knees prayer, implored street gift like a chalice. She woke with an earl to be the purest woman best artist that ever lived. The next day she left all its blessings, no sin laden, limping in but a missionary God farthest lands of the earth. It seemed that all the station to wring her salutation. The conductor calls and hasty farewells clench of hand and avail. Mem ran to the waved and waved lef of love to her dwind noted the absence of and wondered at it as drawing-room. There girl ensconced in fair like a pretty witch. "What on earth are Mem cried." "Going to Los Angeles may never be great going to have a mig ing." There were many change and Mem soon sister had flung off to or two ardent lovers about her. And when with Hiding under his high chin. Mem begged his forgiveness for all the heartaches she had caused him. made violent love to her. He took her to supper, and became so familiar that she demanded to be taken home. Mem's success was so great that within a few weeks she was hailed as one of the greatest stars on the screen. One of the greatest stars on the screen. Appearance at the leading theatres. At Chicago, on the return trip of herself and mother she received an invitation to appear at the theatre in her home town. Now Go On With the Story And so one morning they crossed the Mississippi and into Calverly. As they stepped down from their car, both gasped and clutched. The Reverend Doctor Steddon was a few yards away from them, studying the off-getting passengers. "Let's see if he knows us," snickered Mrs. Steddon, with a relapse to girlishness. "Let's!" said Mem. They knew him instantly, of course. He wore the same suit they had left him in, and the only change they could descrry was a little more white in a little less hair. But he did not know them at all. It amused them to pass him by and note his casual glance at the smart hat and the polite travelling suit of his wife. He had expected a change in his daughter, but he was probably braced for something loud and gaudy. So her father passed her by. When Mrs. Steddon turned and hailed him in a voice that was gladder and more tender than she knew, he whirled with his heart bounding, and they heard his hungry, feasting heart groaning. "I thank Thee, O God! Now lettest Thou Thy servant depart in peace." But neither the Lord nor his family granted that prayer. His wife had turned time far back. Poor thing! She had never known till this year the rapture of being fashionable; had never dared, never understood how, to look her best. Hiding under his high chin, Mem What's the right and wrong of it all?" The old doctor shook his head: "I'm no longer fool enough honey, to try to explain anything that happens to us here. According to one line of thinking, your misstep was the divine plan. According to another, good can never come out of evil. Of course we know it does, every day; and evil out of good. So let's be as human as we can, and I guess that's about as divine as we'll ever get Down Here." He led her out to his woeful little tj wagon and they went larrupping through the streets, out into the cemetery. Mem's only rite of atonement was a glance of remorseful agony cast toward Elwood's resting place. It showed her that the founder of her fortunes was honored only by a wooden headboard already warped and sidelong. "One last favor," she numbled to Doctor Bretherick. "Get a decent tombstone for the poor boy and let me pay for it." "All right honey," said the doctor. And the car jangled out of the gates again into the secular road. And that was that. At the supper table the younger children beset her with questions. Glady's was particularly curious and searching in her inquiries. Then came the hour of the theater-going. Nobody had dared to ask Doctor Steddon if he would accompany his family. He had not made up his own mind. He dared not. The family tacitly assumed that his conscience or his pride forbade him to appear in the sink in iniquity he had so often denounced. The family bade him good-bye and left him, but had hardly reached the gate when he came pounding after. He flung his arms about Mem's shoulders and cast off all his offices except that of a tather chuckling: "Whereby daughter goes is good enough for me!" He made almost more of a sensation in the theatre than Mem. There was applause and cheering and even a slow There were many change and Mem soon sister had flung off to or two ardent lovers about her. And when, with a proach she asked her wise to toss aside the good man, Gladys latte! "Let love wait!" This us waiting for though they were ready. No for us! There was no galium been Mem's own feel Los Angeles and her. Let love wait, then the best of herself, not demand that she shrievel in his shadow his best alongside. She wondered who deatiny would be—T Maybe—Austin Boa perhaps; or others, him! or them! In an had better behave an as for being a mo too. She was going attitudes and tell them them! There was far more than vanity, far more The hope of the world can never than its women. She had a soul to her own, and she was The dawn was her loved. That one-man could tarry until at noon. THE They killed a 328 at the foot of the Ad day. We don't know about it but we have caused al lthe market. and awkward rising to the feet until the whole packed auditorium was erect and clamorous. Seats of honor were reserved for the great star and the family that reflected her effulgence. As soon as they were seated the young woman who flailed the piano began to batter the keys, and Mom's latest picture began to flow down the screen. She could feel at her elbow the rigid arm of her father undergoing martyrdom. She felt it wince as her first close-up began to glow, her huge eyes pleading to him in a glisten of superhuman tears. The arm relaxed as he surrendered to the wonder of her beauty. It tightened again when danger threatened her, and she could hear his sigh of relief when she escaped one peril, his gasp as she encountered another. He was like a child playing with his first toy, hearing his first fairy story. He was entranced. She heard him laugh with a boyishness she had never associated with him. She heard him blow his nose with a blast that might have shaken a wall in Jericho. A sneaking side glance showed her that his eyes were dripping. And when the applause broke out at the finish of the picture, she heard his great hands making the loudest thwacks of all. This was heartbreaking bliss for her. The family rode home in state, the children and the mother loud in comment, the father silent. The old parson had to think it all out. Once at home, he sent the children up to bed and held Mem and her mother with his glittering eye for a moment before he delivered his serene of California. "We know that the pink boll worm is not yet in California," said Fleury, "but a very potential danger to this state exists with the main highway from the east passing directly through the infected Arizona fields on its way into California. Every opportunity exists for travelers to gather infested boots and carry them into the Yuma district of Arizona, close to the California line. "Although we maintain quarantine stations on the Arizona morder, they cannot prevent entrance of the parasite by natural flight should it settle in the Yuma region." The boll worm is an import from Egypt, authorities say, and must not be confused with the boll weevil, another cotton pest. The pink boll worm is even more vicious than the weevil in its effect, as it attacks the cotton seeds. "The heavy infestation in Arizona is attributed to the fact that the dry, arid climatic conditions are ideal for development of the boll worm," declared Fleury. "Similar conditions exist in cotton raising sections of California. Should the pest find its way into the state we would be faced with a most serious problem. Cotton is a rapidly advancing industry here, and we cannot afford to leave it hit with any such loss as would surely follow introduction of the pink boll worm." A sneaking side glance showed her that his eyes were dripping. And when the applause broke out at the finish of the picture, she heard his great hands making the loudest thwacks of all. This was heartbreaking bliss for her. The family rode home in state, the children and the mother loud in comment, the father silent. The old parson had to think it all out. Once at home, he sent the children up to bed and held Mem and her mother with his glittering eye for a long while before he delivered his sermon: "My beloved wife and daughter, I want to plead for the forgiveness of you both. I have been wrong headed and stiff necked so often, but now I am humbled before you in spite of all my pride. It has just come over me that when God said, 'Let there be light,' and there was light, he must have had in mind this glorious instrument for portraying the wonders of his handiwork. Our dear Redeemer used the parable for his divine lessons, and it has come to me that if he should walk the earth again today he would use the motion pictures." "You have builted better than you knew, perhaps, my child—and now I ask you to pardon me for being ashamed of you when I should have been proud. You were using the gifts that Heaven sent you as Heaven meant you to use them. Your art is sacred and you can't, you won't, sully it in your life. God forgive me for my unbelief and send you happiness and goodness and a long, long usefulness in the path you have elected." That night Mem knelt again by her old bed and, on knees unaccustomed to prayer, implored strength to keep her gift like a chalice, a grail of holiness. She woke with an early-morning resolve to be the purest woman and the devout artist that ever lived. The next day she left the town with all its blessings, no longer a scapegoat, sin laden, limping into the wilderness, but a missionary God-sped into the farthest lands of the earth. It seemed that all Calverly was at the station to wring her hand and waft her salutation. The conductor called, "All aboard!" and hasty farewells were taken in clench of hand and awkward kiss. Mem ran to the rear platform and waved and waved lengthening signals of love to her dwindling family. She noted the absence of her sister Gladys and wondered at it as she went to her drawing-room. There she found the girl ensconced in fairy triumph, smiling like a pretty witch. "What on earth are you doing here?" Mem cried. "Going to Los Angeles with you. I may never be great like you, but I'm going to have a mighty good time trying." There were many questions to exchange and Mem soon learned that her sister had flung off the chains that one or two ardent lovers had tried to fatten about her. And when with a last faltering re- Anaheim Announces a FREE PUBLIC LECTURE on CHRISTIAN SCIENCE by Paul Stark Seeley, C. S. B. of Portland, Oregon, member of the Board of Lectureship of The Mother Church, The First Church of Christ, Scientist, in Boston, Massachusetts, in the ANAHEIM UNION HIGH SCHOOL AUDITORIUM West Center and North Citron Streets Entrance on North Citron Street. Sunday Evening, December 15, at 8 o'Clock The Public is cordially invited to attend. GIFTS ENJOYED THE Some Christmas gifts soon are forgotten... Else are. They bring convenience, and comfort, a good cheer every day of the year. And they so interesting... so delightful in theme Christmas gift could be more modern can be surer of appreciation. In you own home, and for other homes which you wish to honor, make a gift an Electrical Christmas "Going to Los Angeles with you. I may never be great like you, but I'm going to have a mighty good time trying." There were many questions to exchange and Mem soon learned that her sister had flung off the chains that one or two ardent lovers had tried to fasten about her. And when, with a last faltering reproach she asked her sister if she were wise to toss aside the devotion of a good man, Gladys laughed. "Let love wait! The men have kept us waiting for thousands of years, till they were ready. Now let them wait for us!" There was no gainsaying this. It had been Men's own feeling when she left Los Angeles and her lovers there. Let love wait, then, till she had made the best of herself. And then let love not demand that she bow her head and shrivel in his shadow; but let him bloom his best alongside. She wondered who that fellow of her destiny would be—Tom Holby, maybe, Maybe—Austin Boas, or still another perhaps; or others, perhaps, including him! or them! In any case he (or they) had better behave and play fair! As for being a mother, let that wait, too. She was going to mother the multitudes and tell them stories to soothe them! There was far more in this dream than vanity, far more than selfishness. The hope of the world lay therein, for the world can never advance farther than its women. She had a soul to sell and it was all her own, and she was going to market. The dawn was hers for conquest. Mankind was her lover and her beloved. 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