anaheim-gazette 1930-05-22

GUNMAN'S BLUE BY Edgar Wallace COPYRIGHT BY EDGAR WALL Eleventh Installment SYNOPSIS Rex Leferre forges the name of Luke Maddison, wealthy banker and his sister Margaret's finance, to a large check. He is found dead with a note in his handwriting accusing Maddison of having ruined him. Margaret marries Luke Maddison, after he has given her everything he owns. She leaves him, telling him she has ruined him to revenge her brother. Luke, bewildered, wanders about London, is attacked by thugs who take him for a detective, recovers in hospital to find he is known as "Smith." In this new character he becomes involved with the Joe Connors gang, who mistake him for an Australian crook named Smith, and is made an unwilling accomplice in a jewel robbery. He does not know that Margaret has relented and has returned to his bankers all the money he gave her, to the dismay of one Danton Morell, her dead brother's friend, concerning whom Gunner Haynes, an American jewel thief, whom Maddison had once befriended, has been making inquiries. Detective Bird of Scotland Yard, known also as The Sparrow, is likewise interested in Morell. Maddison goes to his own old bachelor quarters, is taken for a burglar, escapes from the police and tries to get in touch with Detective Bird. The Connors gang learn of this, sandbag and imprison him in an underground cell near the river where he is certain to be drowned when the tide rises. Meantime Margaret revisiting Luke's old rooms, finds a sheet of paper on which Luke had begun a letter to his friend and lawyer saying that he is in desperate trouble. Margaret's joy over the discovery that Luke is alive and in London is tempered by the statement of Detective Bird that the man concerned in the jewel robbery, whom she now knows was Luke, had with the footpath. The people who were hurrying across the bridge took little notice of them, and gripping his companion by the arm, the Gunner led him down toward Tooley Street. When he saw a slowly moving cab he hailed the driver and bundled Luke inside. "My friend's a bit under the weather," he explained to the cabman with a smile. "Drive me to Lennox Street, Clerkenwell." There was a large block of model buildings in Lennox Street, and for years the Gunner had had his secret headquarters in a fairly large flat on the ground floor. It was a place to which he very seldom came, and of whose existence the police were ignorant. It was his pled-a--terre, jealously preserved for emergencies. He had slept there two nights before, and the woman who came in daily had made the bed. Upon this he laid Luke Maddison. "They must have given you a pretty large dose," he said. "I'll make you some coffee." Luke shuddered. "Coffee—ugh!" "Gave it to you in that, did they? That's probably why you're not dead." He pulled down the blinds before he lit the gas; then, going into the little kitchen, he made coffee. The Gunner had kept house in places as wide apart as Biarritz is from Munich, and knew how to brew that delicious beverage. When he came back Luke was sitting on the side of the bed, his head in his hands. "A couple of aspirins ought to put you right," said the Gunner, and went in search of the little white pellets. Luke gulped down the medicine, and then for the first time became conscious of his benefactor: "Aren't you Gunner Haynes?" he asked. got your passport?" He saw Luke thrust his shirt, and a look if come to his face. "I've lost it somewhere." Gunner Haynes' lips patiently. "If you lost it at Keel's you're in the soup," he said only one thing to do and get your passport back. other thing: I want to say that boy wrote best himself." Luke shook his head. "I don't believe he wan and if he did it was certain ed." Ten minutes later the house on his quest. Haynes was not prepared kindness of Margaret's way sense it was a little embassy had come not to give but formation. It was vital that he should not betray her he had any communication. "I'm afraid I was very last time you came." She said as she sat down little desk and signalled to "You rather hurt my feet—a" she hesitated—"a frie who isn't so much of a wife," she smiled. The Gunner nodded. "That's the best news I'a long time," he said. "I'm impertinent. I remember why your husband left you you didn't send for the polis She laughed at this. "Do you know where is now?" she asked, and whis his head her heart sank. She had had a vague idea man might have come into from the police and tries to get in touch with Detective Bird. The Connors gang learn of this, sandbag and imprison him in an underground cell near the river where he is certain to be drowned when the tide rises. Meantime Margaret, revisiting Luke's old rooms, finds a sheet of paper on which Luke had begun a letter to his friend and lawyer saying that he is in desperate trouble. Margaret's joy over the discovery that Luke is alive and in London is tempered by the statement of Detective Bird that the man concerned in the jewel robbery, whom she now knows was Luke, had been going around for two years with the woman whose accomplice he was. Gunner Haynes drops into Joe Connor's hiding-place just as Connor's men are fastening Luke's feet with chilts to a large block of rock salt, intending to throw him in the river, where the salt will dissolve, the chains drop off and the body will be found without marks of violence. Haynes defies the Connor gang and takes Madlison into the yard, pausing as he sees two men climbing the fence. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Returning as quickly as he came to the place where he had left Luke, he lifted him and went cautiously and gingerly down the slope toward the water. There would be a boat here. Presently his keen eyes discerned the dim shape of it as it moved uneasily on the rising tide. He had considered the possibility of leaving Luke to be discovered by the police, and had rejected that plan. He owed a debt to this man—he could not leave him to discovery and disgrace. If what Connor had said was true, Madlison, in his capacity of brigand, was as much wanted by the police as Connor himself. He drew the boat to the broken stone causeway with the heel of his boot, and put Luke aboard by the simple process of laying him level with the edge of the wharf and rolling him onto the boat. It took a few minutes to balance him. As he himself stopped astride of the man, he heard the sound of voices in the yard, saw the flicker of electric lamps. Untying the painter, he pushed off with his hand, dragged an ear from under the reclining figure and paddled his way to midstream, keeping a sharp lookout for the river police. He saw the launch, coming down-stream at full speed, and drove his boat into the shatter of two moored barges as the tiny steamer swung in a semicircle. "A bit late" hitter the Gunner. He was free from detection now, unless he met another patrol, and finding the second car, he pushed Luke down between the two seats and sitting, rowed steadily downstream. In an hour there would be daylight; already the eastern sky was whitening. The Gunner knew a safe landing near Rotherhill; the tide was turning and would, he judged, carry him to safety. The Gunner had kept house in places as wide apart as Biarrita is from Munich, and knew how to brew that delicious beverage. When he came back Luke was sitting on the side of the bed, his head in his hands. "A couple of aspirins ought to put you right," said the Gunner, and went in search of the little white pellets. Luke gulped down the medicine, and then for the first time became conscious of his benefactors. "Aren't you Gunner Haynes?" he asked. Haynes smiled. "That is my name." "Where is Connor?" Again that cryptic smile. "In jail, I hope," saud the Gunner. "Now, Mr. Maddison, are you well enough to talk?" Luke looked up eagerly. "You know me, then?" The man nodded. "I knew you the first time I saw you. There's one thing I want to ask you—is it true, the story and Connor told? That you were in that smash-and grab raid at Taffanny's?" Luke nodded. "I drove the car. I hadn't the slightest idea what they wanted me to do or what it was all about until it was too late." "So you're the bearded man?" mused the Gunner. "That certainly is amazing. I'm not asking you to explain—" "I'll explain as soon as my head stops splitting," groaned Luke. It was after two that afternoon when he awoke from an uneasy sleep. His head was still thick, his mouth tasted like a limekiln, but after a cold wash at the kitchen sink he was near to his normal self; and over a cigarette and a cup of tea he told the story from start to finish, and this time reserved nothing. The Gunner listened in silence, making no comment until he had finished. "Did you tell Connor this story?" Luke nodded. "Yes, except that naturally enough I didn't speak about my wife and the money. Why do you ask?" Gunner Haynes pursed his lips. "I don't know. Connor is a pretty bad man. Your only hope is that he's sent down for a stretch—by which elegant word I mean a term of penal servitude. If he gets away with this police raid, supposing they find nothing on the premises—and like a fool I gave him plenty of warning—Connor is sort of man who would investigate the most unlikely story if he thought there was a chance of money in it. And that is going to make your reappearance—a rather difficult matter." He lit another cigarette and stared past his guest. "Tell me why your wife hated you—you rather glossed over that part of your yarn." Luke was silent for a long time. "I don't think it's very difficult to kitchen, he made coffee. The Gunner had kept house in places as wide apart as Biarrita is from Munich, and knew how to brew that delicious beverage. When he came back Luke was sitting on the side of the bed, his head in his hands. "A couple of aspirins ought to put you right," said the Gunner, and went in search of the little white pellets. Luke gulped down the medicine, and then for the first time became conscious of his benefactors. "Aren't you Gunner Haynes?" he asked. Haynes smiled. "That is my name." "Where is Connor?" Again that cryptic smile. "In jail, I hope," saud the Gunner. "Now, Mr. Maddison, are you well enough to talk?" Luke looked up eagerly. "You know me, then?" The man nodded. "I knew you the first time I saw you. There's one thing I want to ask you—is it true, the story and Connor told? That you were in that smash-and grab raid at Taffanny's?" Luke nodded. "I drove the car. I hadn't the slightest idea what they wanted me to do or what it was all about until it was too late." "So you're the bearded man?" mused the Gunner. "That certainly is amazing. I'm not asking you to explain—" "I'll explain as soon as my head stops splitting," groaned Luke. It was after two that afternoon when he awoke from an uneasy sleep. His head was still thick, his mouth tasted like a limekiln, but after a cold wash at the kitchen sink he was near to his normal self; and over a cigarette and a cup of tea he told the story from start to finish, and this time reserved nothing. The Gunner listened in silence, making no comment until he had finished. "Did you tell Connor this story?" Luke nodded. "Yes, except that naturally enough I didn't speak about my wife and the money. Why do you ask?" Gunner Haynes pursed his lips. "I don't know. Connor is a pretty bad man. Your only hope is that he's sent down for a stretch—by which inelegant word I mean a term of penal servitude. If he gets away with this police raid, supposing they find nothing on the premises—and like a fool I gave him plenty of warning—Connor is sort of man who would investigate the most unlikely story if he thought there was a chance of money in it. And that is going to make your reappearance—a rather difficult matter." He lit another cigarette and stared past his guest. "Tell me why your wife hated you—you rather glossed over that part of your yarn." Luke was silent for a long time. "I don't think it's very difficult to kitchen, he made coffee. The Gunner had kept house in places as wide apart as Biarrita is from Munich, and knew how to brew that delicious beverage. When he came back Luke was sitting on the side of the bed, his head in his hands. "A couple of aspirins ought to put you right," said the Gunner, and went in search of the little white pellets. Luke gulped down the medicine, and then for the first time became conscious of his benefactors. "Aren't you Gunner Haynes?" he asked. Haynes smiled. "That is my name." "Where is Connor?" Again that cryptic smile. "In jail, I hope," saud the Gunner. "Now, Mr. Maddison, are you well enough to talk?" Luke looked up eagerly. "You know me, then?" The man nodded. "I knew you the first time I saw you. There's one thing I want to ask you—is it true, the story and Connor told? That you were in that smash-and grab raid at Taffanny's?" Luke nodded. "I drove the car. I hadn't the slightest idea what they wanted me to do or what it was all about until it was too late." "So you're the bearded man?" mused the Gunner. "That certainly is amazing. I'm not asking you to explain—" "I'll explain as soon as my head stops splitting," groaned Luke. It was after two that afternoon when he awoke from an uneasy sleep. His head was still thick, his mouth tasted like a limekiln, but after a cold wash at the kitchen sink he was near to his normal self; and over a cigarette and a cup of tea he told the story from start to finish, and this time reserved nothing. The Gunner listened in silence, making no comment until he had finished. "Did you tell Connor this story?" Luke nodded. "Yes, except that naturally enough I didn't speak about my wife and the money. Why do you ask?" Gunner Haynes pursed his lips. "I don't know. Connor is a pretty bad man. Your only hope is that he's sent down for a stretch—by which inelegant word I mean a term of penal servitude. If he gets away with this police raid, supposing they find nothing on the premises—and like a fool I gave him plenty of warning—Connor is sort of man who would investigate the most unlikely story if he thought there was a chance of money in it. And that is going to make your reappearance—a rather difficult matter." He lit another cigarette and stared past his guest. "Tell me why your wife hated you—you rather glossed over that part of your yarn." Luke was silent for a long time. "I don't think it's very difficult to kitchen, he made coffee." The Gunner had kept house in places as wide apart as Biarrita is from Munich, and knew how to brew that delicious beverage. When he came back Luke was sitting on the side of the bed, his head in his hands. "A couple of aspirins ought to put you right," said the Gunner, and went in search of the little white pellets. Luke gulped down the medicine, and then for the first time became conscious of his benefactors. "Aren't you Gunner Haynes?" he asked. Haynes smiled. "That is my name." "Where is Connor?" Again that cryptic smile. "In jail, I hope," saud the Gunner. "Now, Mr. Maddison, are you well enough to talk?" Luke looked up eagerly. "You know me, then?" The man nodded. "I knew you the first time I saw you. There's one thing I want to ask you—is it true, the story and Connor told? That you were in that smash-and grab raid at Taffanny's?" Luke nodded. "I drove the car. I hadn't the slightest idea what they wanted me to do or what it was all about until it was too late." "So you're the bearded man?" mused the Gunner. "That certainly is amazing. I'm not asking you to explain—" "I'll explain as soon as my head stops splitting," groaned Luke. It was after two that afternoon when he awoke from an uneasy sleep. His head was still thick, his mouth tasted like a limekiln, but after a cold wash at the kitchen sink he was near to his normal self; and over a cigarette and a cup of tea he told the story from start to finish, and this time reserved nothing. The Gunner listened in silence, making no comment until he had finished. "Did you tell Connor this story?" Luke nodded. "Yes, except that naturally enough I didn't speak about my wife and the money. Why do you ask?" Gunner Haynes pursed his lips. "I don't know. Connor is a pretty bad man. Your only hope is that he's sent down for a stretch—by which inelegant word I mean a term of penal servitude. If he gets away with this police raid, supposing they find nothing on the premises—and like a fool I gave him plenty of warning—Conutor is sort of man who would investigate the most unlikely story if he thought there was a chance of money in it. And that is going to make your reappearance—a rather difficult matter." He lit another cigarette and stared past his guest. "Tell me why your wife hated you—you rather glossed over that part of your yarn." Luke was silent for a long time. "I don't think it's very difficult to kitchen, he made coffee." The Gunner had kept house in places as wide apart as Biarrita is from Munich, and knew how to brew that delicious beverage. When he came back Luke was sitting on the side of the bed, his head in his hands. "A couple of aspirins ought to put你 right," said the Gunner, and went in search of their mind: "I will not go anywhere very much." I've come to understand Mrs Madlison back at The Third Road Dale City of Orange State Of California granted. State Orphan Aid was Mary Lewis on recommendation County Aid commissioned. Deed of Right of Way was as a pipe line right of way L Smith et al. Deed of Right of Way was as a pipe line right of way Gardner et al. 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"A bit late," hujter the Gunner. He was free from detection now, unless he met another patrol, and finding the second oar, he pushed Luke down between the two seats and sitting, rowed steadily downstream. In an hour there would be daylight; already the eastern sky was whitening. The Gunner knew a safe landing near Rotherhill; the tide was turning and would, he judged, carry him to safety. He judged wrong, and saw, before he had reached London Bridge, that he could not make his destination in the darkness. He took his decision quickly. Stooping over the side of the boat, he filled his hat with water and dashed it in the face of the stumbering man, Luke shivered and groaned, and the Gunner repeated his experiment. He heard the moaning voice of the man at the bottom of the boat. "My head..." "Keep quiet!" hissed Haynes. "I'm taking you to London Bridge Stairs." There was no answer, and the Gunner prodded with his heel at his uneasy moving cargo. "Do you hear me?" "Yes, I hear you. What has happened?" Haynes did not reply, but pulled at his oars, and in a minute Luke heard the jolt of the boat striking against the stone. "Can you get up?" The Gunner's hand gripped Luke's wrist and drew him to a sitting position. With the boathook he drew the little skiff against the steps and came to land. It took five minutes before Luke could follow him. His knees gave under him, and he wanted all the support that his companion could give him. "Sit on the steps," commanded the Gunner, and Luke obeyed. "Now try to stand." For five minutes Luke sat crouched up, his face in his hands, and then the Gunner's voice aroused him. "There are too many people passing over the bridge to please me," he said. "We had better get up before it's light." He assisted the half-unconscious man to rise to his feet. Neither spoke as they climbed the steep flight until they emerged flush police raid, supposing they find nothing on the premises—and like a fool I gave him plenty of warning—Connor is the sort of man who would investigate the most unlikely story if he thought there was a chance of money in it. And that is going to make your reappearance—a rather difficult matter." He lit another cigarette and stared past his guest. "Tell me why your wife hated you—you rather glossed over that part of your yarn." Luke was silent for a long time. "I don't think it's very difficult to understand," he said. "She thought I was responsible for the death of her brother. He shot himself." "But why did she understand that?" persisted the Gunner. "Allowing that Danty Morell is a very plausible gentleman, she would hardly take his bare word." He thought for a moment, then asked suddenly: "When that boy shot himself did he leave any message behind?" Luke shook his head. "I heard of none—nor was anything mentioned at the inquiry." "Who found his body?" Morell was in the room and made the discovery. "And immediately after that Mrs. Maddison' smanner changed. Of course you weren't married then, but that is a fact, isn't it? If that is a fact, it means that Danty carried some evidence to the young lady that was quite sufficient to make her play this trick—" "I'm not blaming her," began Luke. He saw a flicker of amusement in the man's eyes. "You are?" Well, not exactly," drawled the Gunner. "I've given up blaming people. There's no profit in it." He flicked off the ash of his cigarette carefully into his saucer. "You can't make a sudden reappearance; you can't even get to Ronda and be sure you'll get away with it," he said. "You've got yourself mixed up with two bad gansters—Connor and Morell." He rose and paced up and down the small room, his eyes narrowed, his brow corrugated in thought. "It'S Connor that's worrying me. If he's held for trial, that problem is settled. If he isn't, and suppose you come back from Ronda, he'll be able to trace all your movements. Have you..." ANAHEIM GAZETTE BLUFF BY EDGAR WALLACE got your passport?" He saw Luke thrust his hand inside this shirt, and a look if blank dismay come to his face. "I've lost it somewhere." Gunner Haynes's lips clicked impatiently. "If you lost it at Keel's Wharf then you're in the soup," he said. "There's only one thing to do and that is to get your passport back. There's another thing: I want to see the letter that boy wrote before he shot himself." Luke shook his head. "I don't believe he wrote a letter, and if he did it was certainly destroy'd." Ten minutes later the Gunnier left the house on his quest. Haynes was not prepared for the kindness of Margaret's welcome. In a sense it was a little embarrassing. He had come not to give but to seek information. It was vitally necessary that he should not betray the fact that he had any communication with Luke. "I'm afraid I was very rude to you last time you came, Mr. Haynes," he said as she sat down behind her little desk and signalled to him to sit. You rather hurt my feelings about—"she hesitated—a friend of mine, who isn't so much of a friend as he was," she smiled. The Gunnier nodded. "That's the best news I've heard for long time," he said. "I was a little impatient. I remember I asked you why your husband left you. I wonder you didn't send for the police." She laughed at this. "Do you know where my husband now?" she asked, and when he shook his head her heart sank. She had had a vague idea that this man might have come into touch with BIDS FOR CONSTRUCTION OF WEIR Sealed bids for construction of a weir at the mouth of the Upper Santa Ana Canyon, will be received by the Water Conservation Association, 3596 Main Street, Riverside, up to 10 o'clock A.M. Wednesday, May 28, 1930, by the undersigned. The work consists of approximately 7,000 cubic yards of rubble masonry; 1000 cubic yards of reinforced concrete; 10,000 cubic yards of excavation. Plans and specifications may be seen after May 16th at the office of the Association, 3596 Main street, Riverside; and at the office of the City Engineer, City Hall Redlands, $10,000 certified check on bidder's bond required. The Association reserves the right to reject any and all bids. WATER CONSERVATION ASSOCIATION By C. J. KETTERING, Secretary. 5-22-3t DELINQUENT NOTICE Office of the Anaheim Eucalyptus Water Company, R. R. 3, Anaheim, Orange County, California. There is delinquent upon the following described stock on account of assessment No. 26, levied on the 14th day of April, 1930, the several amounts set opposite the names of the respective shareholders as follows: No. Shares Anti-Cert. No.of Ricardo Ariza 497 1 $3.00 Mae Baxter 451 ½ 1.50 Mae Baxter 498 2½ 7.50 Helen B. Blake 369 3 3.00 Helen B. Blake 370 2 6.00 Katie Grahek 418 5 15.00 James Howard 545 2 6.00 Beulah M. Kryder 505 5 15.00 Bruno Negrette 503 1 3.00 George Negrette 502½ 1.50 Mench 529 1 3.00 Evelyn M. Casteel Evelyn M. Casteel And in accordance with law and order of the Board of Directors, on the 14th day of April, 1930, so many shares of said stock as may be necessary will be sold at the office of the Anaheim Eucalyptus Water Company, at the pumping plant, R. R. 3, Anaheim, Orange County, California, on the 9th day of June, 1930, at the hour of $ P. M. to pay delinquent assessments thereon, together with the cost of advertising and expense of same. Anaheim Eucalyptus Water Company, By M. E. BEEBE, Secretary. 5-15-4T NOTICE INVITING SEALED PROPOSALS FOR MOTOR TRUCK Notice is hereby given that sealed proposals will be received by the City Council of the City of Anaheim, at the office of the City Clerk of said City, up to the hour of eight o'clock P. M. of Tuesday, the 10th day of June, 1930, for furnishing to said city one motor truck in accordance with "Specifications for Motor Truck, Series of 1930, City of Anaheim." Each proposal must be accompanied by a certified or cashier's check, payable to City of Anaheim, in an amount not less than ten per cent of such proposal; check of the successful bidder will be held by said City until the delivery and acceptance of the truck, as a guarantee of the faithful performance of the contract. Specifications and further information may be obtained at the office of the City Manager of said city, and all proposals must be on forms furnished by said City Manager. The City Council of said City reserves the right to reject any and all proposals. Dated this 13th day of May, 1930. EDWARD B. MERRITT. City Clerk of the City of Anaheim. 5-22-3t The Only FULL-SIZED CAR in the lowest priced field Plymouth 4-Door Sedan, $735 In sharp contrast with the few other cars of its price group the new Chrysler-built Plymouth offers full-sized bodies, deep, luxurious upholstery with ample room for all adult passengers. The new Plymouth offers also in beauty and original style, in speed, power, quiet and smoothness—the quality you could get here-tofore only for far more. It gives you the utmost in safety, because of internal-expanding hydraulic 4-wheel brakes, positive in any weather. Examine, point for point, the features which place Plymouth foremost in its field. Then drive it—and you will know why scores of thousands today enthusiastically acclaim Plymouth the greatest dollar-for-dollar value in the lowest-priced field. CHRYSLER Plymouth Henry A. Baldwin 328 W. Center 242 W. Commonwealth Plymouth Henry A. Baldwin 328 W. Center ANAHEIM 242 W. Commonwealth FULLERTON Genuine BAYER ASPIRIN SAY “BAYER ASPIRIN” and INSIST! Proved safe by millions and prescribed by physicians for Colds Headache Neuritis Lumbago Pain Neuralgia Toothache Rheumatism DOES NOT AFFECT THE HEART Safe Accept only “Bayer” package which contains proven directions. Handy “Bayer” boxes of 12 tablets Also bottles of 24 and 100—Druggists. Aspirin is the trade mark of Bayer Manufacture of Monocoteric/Desert of Galleriaic® ANAHEIM'S BUSINESS AND PROFESSIONAL DIRECTORY Atwater Kent FEARN— The Most Selective Set Made 113 So. L. A. Anaheim Sunday by Appointment—Phone 917 Dr. Harry C. Wilhelm CHIROPRACTOR Radionic Diagnosis Office: 525 West Center Street ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA DR. HENRY C. VOGT Chiropractic Health Specialist -Licensed Palmer Graduate— 19 Years' Experience Phone 1118 817 N. Los Angeles Anaheim, Calif. EVERETT E. PARKS ARCHITECT 123 N. Claudina St. Phone 989 Anaheim, Calif. Ambulance Service—Day or Night Phone 811 Backs, Terry & Campbell FUNERAL DIRECTORS H. P. CAMPBELL, Resident Director 251 No. Lemon St., Anaheim, Calif. BIG AUCTION Every Saturday at 2 and 7:30 p.m., at Jack Martin's Auction House, S. Lemon St., Anaheim. Private sales all the time For Cash or Easy Terms. Buy Anything—Sell Anything. "The Bargain Spot of Orange Co." Jack Martin, Prop. IRISH AUCTIONEER Phone 1877 Kluthe's Used Furniture House Furniture Bought; Sold; Exchanged. Open Evenings Until 8 L. H. KLUTHE. Proprietor Office Phone 342-J Residence 887 S. Los Angeles St. Residence Phone 341-M Hours: 11-12; 2-4; 7-8 J. W. Truxaw, M. D. Physician and Surgeon Golden State Bank Bldg. Phone 1877 Kluthe's Used Furniture House Furniture Bought, Sold, Exchanged. Open Evenings Until 8 L. H. KLUTHE, Proprietor 201 So. Lemon St., Anaheim, Calif. Office Phone 342-J Residence 857 S. Los Angeles St. Residence Phone 341-M Hours: 11-12; 2-4; 7-8 J. W. Truxaw, M. D. Physician and Surgeon Golden State Bank Bldg. Cor. Center and Los Angeles St. Anaheim, California Office Hours: 9 to 12, 2 to 5 Phone 221-W DR. W. W. ADAMS OSTEOPATH 312 No. Lemon Street Anaheim California Johnston-Wickett Clinic ANAHEIM, CALIF. Hours: 8:00 A.M. to 5:00 P.M. R. Joe Quast "The Plumber" GAS FITTING AND REPAIRING HOT WATER HEATERS LAWN SPRINKLING SYSTEMS Phones: Shop 132—Residence 949-W 246 East Center St., Anaheim Phone 337-J Open Evenings Sunday by Appointment DR. OSHER PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Eye, Bar, Nose and Throat Dentist—Painless Extraction. Oculist—Glasses. Fitted. 107½ E. Center St., Anaheim, Calif. TIMETABLE In effect June 9, 1929 A. T. & S. F. By Coast Lines Trains to Los Angeles *No. 79 ..... 6:35 A.M. *No. 71 ..... 11:25 A.M. *No. 53 ..... 3:41 P.M. *No. 73 ..... 4:55 P.M. *No. 75 ..... 8:52 P.M. Trains from Los Angeles No. 78 ..... 2:00 A.M. No. 72 ..... 10:15 A.M. No. 74 ..... 3.23 P.M. No. 76 ..... 8:11 P.M. No. 52 San Bernardino Train, 5:20 P.M. (Arrive Fullerton 6:00 P.M.) *Through sleepers to Kansas City, Minneapolis, Chicago, Grand Canyon. DeLuxe Ambulance Service Telephone 670 HILGENFELD'S FUNERAL HOME South Lemon at Broadway Anaheim, California When You Want— a good painter, or paper hanger; good paint, varnish, lacquer or wallpaper, call the Trains from Los Angeles No. 79 6:35 A.M. No. 71 11:25 A.M. No. 53 3:41 P.M. No. 73 4:55 P.M. No. 75 8:52 P.M. No. 78 2:00 A.M. No. 72 10:15 A.M. No. 74 3.23 P.M. No. 76 8:11 P.M. No. 52 San Bernardino Train, 5:20 P.M. (Arrive Fullerton 6:00 P.M.) Through sleepers to Kansas City, Minneapolis, Chicago, Grand Canyon. Through sleepers to Denver, St. Louis, Chicago, and Grand Canyon connections. Train 74, fast no-stop train, stops to let off Eastern passengers. Through sleepers to Chicago from San Diego for "The Chief," Phoenix, Houston, Galveston and New Orleans connections. When You Want— a good painter, or paperhanger; good paint, varnish, lacquer or wallpaper, call the National Lead Co. OF CALIFORNIA Successors to BASS-HUETER PAINT COMPANY 121 East Center St. Anaheim Phone 1094 GAZETTE ADVERTISING PAYS M. ELTISTE & CO. Inc. Are Showing New Lines of IMPLEMENTS, TRACTORS, TRUCKS —AT— 312-314 No. Los Angeles, Anaheim 405 E. 4th St., Santa Ana ANAHEIM FEED AND FUEL CO. Dealers in Phone 317 GRAIN FLOUR SEEDS WOOD COAL HAY W. D. GRAFTON, Prop. Public Weighing Scales