anaheim-gazette 1930-08-21

Miss Nobody from Nowhere BY ELIZABETH JORDAN Tenth Installment WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE A young woman who knows only that her name is "Eve" finds herself standing on a Fifth avenue corner. She has no idea if she can or even what elly it is. There is nothing about her with which to identify herself. While a policeman is talking to her a young man Eric Hamilton stops. Seeing that she is in trouble he tells her he has seen her at the hotel where they are both stopping. He takes her to the hotel where they find that she had registered in French as "Miss Eve Nobody of Nowhere." Hamilton volunteers to call in his friend Dr. Carrington, a specialist in nervous troubles. Eve, terrified, eludes the doctor and through a French porter in the hotel, who says he once saw her in France but does not remember her name, she finds a cheap apartment in an obscure part of town. In the next apartment lives Ivy Davenport, a cabaret dancer with a weak heart. She is friendly, and persuades Eve to go to "Jake's" and take her place until she is better. Her job at Jake's is to entertain men at the tables and to dance with them. The other girls there are crude but kindly and Eve finds the work not as difficult as she had expected. She is known there as Miss Berson. She meets a young man named Hunt, who frankly tells her that she doesn't belong there. Eve does not like the atmosphere of Jake's, but she does not know how to do anything else, or thinks she doesn't so when Ivy is able to rest back to work she accepts the offer of a permanent job which Jake gives her. One evening when she is talking to the friendly young man named Hunt one of the other girls tells her there's a man from the West whom Jake wants her to entertain. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Her own life, Eve was beginning to think, would mean acceptance and re-construction. Marcel and Leon seemed broken reeds, and her present condition might go on indefinitely. If it did, she would at least continue temporarily in the new environment. She was helping Ivy, whom she had persuaded to see a specialist and follow his treatment. Miss Morris had hinted that she would in compromisin' positions. Wasn't that the el'phants' knuckles! An' he got me to the door an' outside it, an' the first I knew he had the elevator up and was puttin' me in it an' sayin' goodby. Oh, Berson, it was awful! For of course I caught on then, right off. I seen I was a woman scorned! The phrase seemed to please Stella, for she tried it again on a higher key. "A woman scorned," she repeated. "Bersan, I give you my word I cried all the way home. Now, what d'you think I ought to do? Give him up?" "Yes, Stella," Eve said, with a straight face and a comforting pat on the girl's shaking shoulders. "If I were you'd give him up." She had believed that, with the possible exception of Queenleia, Stella had the keenest sense of humor of any one at Jake's. Now she realized anew that one's sense of humor often perishes under the first assault of one's emotional nature. air of tense expectancy, quick step forward when the table, and then understional smile stopped short of incredulous stupefaction. He was a big man, smooth-faced, of dark middle-aged, and inclined. He had a large head cover gray hair, brushed straight a good forehead. His gry now fixed unswervingly o partly concealed by the of the horn-rimmed spectacles They had the peering look sighted, and this constant clearly had lined his forebod his thick gray eyebrow. "I wish I knew what the said at last. Perhaps y But take your time." She made two efforts before speak. He was some or known, but her inner panic he was also some one she NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Her own life, Eve was beginning to think, would mean acceptance and reconstruction. Marcel and Leon seemed broken reeds, and her present condition might go on indefinitely. If it did, she would at least continue temporarily in the new environment. She was helping Ivy, whom she had persuaded to see a specialist and follow his treatment. Miss Morris had hinted that she would like to learn some French, and had added frankly: "Some English, too, teacher. Don't think I ain't wise to the way I spill words." Even Stella was more human with Eve than with others, and on one occasion had sought the novice's apartment to make a tearful confidence of a sort not often given. Eve gathered that Stella had so far forgotten her prejudice against men as to fall in love with one of the regulars at Jake's, and to throw herself violently at the head of the unappreciative young man. When he failed to respond she sent him notes. When he ceased coming to Jake's, obviously to avoid her, she called at his rooms late one afternoon and waited there till he came home. At this point in the account she gave Eve. Stella's sobs grew so loud that Eve feared they might draw Miss Davenport from the next apartment. She mentioned this danger to the racohteuse, who stifled the expression of her grief. It was no part of Stella's plan to make Ivy a confidante. But her plain face was tear-streaked as she went on, and Eve experienced a deep sympathy not only for her but for the regular who had been subjected to this sort of scene. There may be girls who are beautiful when they weep. Poor Stella was not among them. "I let'm see why I was there," Stella gulped, "an' he was that polite he broke my heart. I'd taken off my coat an' hat before he come in, for of course I thought he'd keep me to dinner anyway. Don't they always, in stories an' pictures? But he didn't. He got my hat an' coat, an' he put 'em on gentle an' kind, like he was dressin' a kid, with soothing' noises, an' he told me I was too nice a girl to put myself fear. She did not know how she would let him see that it seemed the safest course." "I'm always rather no strangers," she admitted, aded breathlessly. "Would you dance?" He laughed at that, on harsh note; and again he t o speak, his eyes on the c e were thinking deeply. "Strangers!" he repeated ers!" "I think," she suggested mistaking me for some one you know." He straightened as if she him. "My God! are you telling know you?" he cried. "I think you're misled" When the Public Gets a G It Should Keep H Mother! Clean Child's Bowels "California Fig Syrup" is Dependable Lovative for Mother! Clean Child's Bowels "California Fig Syrup" is Dependable Laxative for Sick Children Hurry Mother! Even a fretful, feverish, billious or constipated child loves the pleasant taste of "California Fig Syrup" and it never fails to sweeten the stomach and open the bowels. A teaspoonful today may prevent a sick child tomorrow. It doesn't cramp or overact. Contains no narcotics or soothing drugs. 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He took a quick step forward when she reached the table, and then under her conventional smile stopped short with a look of incredulous stupetaction. He was a big man, six feet tall, smooth-faced, of dark complexion, middle-aged, and inclined to stoutness. He had a large head covered with thick gray hair, brushed straight back from a good forehead. His gray eyes, just now fixed unswervingly on hers, were partly concealed by the thick lenses of the horn-rimmed spectacles he wore. They had the peering look of the near-lighted, and this constant effort to see clearly had lined his forehead and tufted his thick gray eyebrows. "I wish I knew what this meant," he said at last. "Perhaps you'll tell me, but take your time." She made two efforts before she could speak. He was one she had known, but her inner panic proved that he was also some one she had reason to likeness. There are some amazing resemblances, you know." Jake passed the table as she spoke, glanced at the pair, and hesitated. Eve did not see him, but the stranger did. "Jake says you're working for him," he brought out with difficulty. "He tells me you're substituting for another girl. That's about the limit, but we won't go into it now. However, I know the rules of the cabaret game. I mustn't take the time of his people for nothing. So here's a sop to him." With extreme deliberation he took a roll of bills from his pocket, pulled off a ten-dollar bank-note, and tossed it on the table before her. In her increasing panic she hardly observed the action. The stranger saw that Jake had passed on, and his manner changed as abruptly as if some nerve in him, tense till now, and suddenly snapped. "Well, young lady," he rasped out, "it's time to drop this chicanery of yours and come to an understanding." Eve stared at the man in a frozen silence. "I don't understand," she faltered, after a brief duel of eyes between them. He smiled wryly. "I'm afraid neither of us is meeting this very well," he said wearily. "I'll admit it's too much for me. But we'll understand each other all right when we've had our talk. Go and put on your coat and we'll get off. This is no place for you, and God alone knows why you came here." Eve stood up quickly. She must end this nightmare. "I must go to the dressing-room and get my wrap," she said. Queenie was in the dressing room. Eve caught her arm. "Is there any back way out of this place?" she asked desperately. Her expression forbade questions and Miss Morris rallied to the obvious crisis of the moment. "Sure there is!" she remembered. "The boys' dressin'-room has a window on a back alley." She hurried Eve across the room, and with an emphatic push helped her through the window that opened on the alley. It was all quite simple now. Three taxicabs stood in a waiting line just around the corner, in front of the side door, and with a crisp command she entered the first. face of Jenkins confronting her across the night desk. "Oh, Mr. Jenkins," she began with a desperate effort to speak naturally "perhaps you remember me—" "Miss Parsons? Of course. How do you do? I can give you the same rooms you had before, if you like," he hospitably added. "They're vacant." "Thank you, yes; I'd like that very much." Eve took her key, gave him a forced smile, and went on to the elevator, breathing more naturally. Awarm bath partly soothed her, the familiar bed was comfortable, and the quiet neighborhood was free from the car-clanging that had disturbed her at the apartment. With a mighty effort of will she tried to draw mental shutters between memory and the episodes of the night, but the gray-haired stranger pushed back those shutters, with compelling hands. The room seemed full of him. The very world seemed full of him, and of some horror connected with him. The horror was worse than the man himself, because it was intangible. Like those trailing ends she was always striving to catch, it lay beyond her reach, just back of him... In some way he was connected with it all... he was the very heart of it. At moments she was just within grasp of what it was... something lifted, lightened, and suddenly darkened again even as she was holding her breath in dawning understanding. She was convinced that she had fled to avoid him and that to return to her normal self would be to return to him... to him. The sun rose, bringing with it first endurance, then reviving courage. She was awakened by a tinkle, sharply imperative. The telephone was in her sitting-room and she rose to answer it. At the first words that came over the wire her heart caught, then leaped, and reviving courage lifted her like a wave. "Miss Parsons?" It was Hamilton's warm and friendly voice, holding the thrill of controlled excitement. "Robinson has just told me that you're back," he continued, "and it seems too good to be true. I don't want to be a nuisance, of course—" "Oh, I shall be glad to see you!" Eve gasped. "You can't imagine how glad I'll be." with an effort she She did not know him now, and he would let him see that she did not seem the safest course. "I'm always rather nervous with strangers," she admitted, and then asked breathlessly, "Would you care to dance?" He laughed at that, on a sudden rush note; and again he took his time speak, his eyes on the cigar as if he were thinking deeply. "Strangers!" he repeated. "Strangest!" "I think," she suggested, "you are stalking me for some one you imagine you know." He straightened as if she had struck him. "My God! are you telling me I don't know you?" he cried. "I think you're misled by a strong place?" she asked desperately. Her expression forbade questions and Miss Morris rallied to the obvious crisis of the moment. "Sure there is" she remembered. "The boys' dressin'-room has a window on a back alley." She hurried Eve across the room, and with an emphatic push helped her through the window that opened on the alley. It was all quite simple now. Three taxicabs stood in a waiting line just around the corner, in front of the side door, and with a crisp command she entered the first. "Sixth Avenue and Fortieth Street. Quick, please," she directed; and the chauffeur, who seemed used to such instructions, started with a suddenness that made her bite her tongue. She paid him and left the taxicab at the point she had indicated, and when the cab was out of sight she took another that was passing, and ordered herself driven downown. The Garland, she had decided, was her only refuge. She dared not return to the apartment to which she could so easily be traced, and no other good hotel she knew of would take her in at that hour of the night without luggage and in evening clothes. During the swift journey, she planned her story for the hotel clerk. If Jenkins, the night man, was on duty, she was sure he would take her in. She left the cab a block from the Garland and walked the remaining distance; and her panic lifted a trifle when she entered the lobby and saw the plump RE-ELECT Sam Jernigan (Republican Candidate for Sheriff) THE success of the California Fruit Grocery change rests on superior marketing skill. Doing more and getting more for the grower than he can obtain through any other method of marketing his fruit. The Exchange does not stop with soundtion, packing and shipping methods. Its service not end when the fruit is sold in carload Rather, it is just beginning. The Exchange goes on to create demand product—to make the American millions regoodness of California oranges, lemons and Sam Jernigan (Republican Candidate for Sheriff) Orange county an honest, trustworthy, efficient wards of accomplishment are open to the public. Helpful suggestions and solicits the co-operation of fullest measure of law enforcement may be possible. Pressed co-operation and has promoted co-operation agencies of the county. The Orange County Peace Officers' association, to performance, and who is past president of the state on. Information about Sheriff Jernigan's office, go to him have rumor and gossip, and beware of political deception give you the facts. United amount of help in his office and because his name, Sheriff Jernigan is prevented from seeing all of these he would like to do. Yes TUESDAY, August 26th Your Vote for JERNIGAN For Sheriff of Orange County will be appreciated Assessment paid for by friends of Sheriff Jernigan THE success of the California Fruit Grower Exchange rests on superior marketing service skill. Doing more and getting more for the grower than he can obtain through any other method of marketing his fruit. The Exchange does not stop with sound tion, packing and shipping methods. Its servinot end when the fruit is sold in carload rather, it is just beginning. The Exchange goes on to create demand product—to make the American millions regoodness of California oranges, lemons and fruit—and to make the millions want them. Sunkist advertising has been doing this comply, in ever increasing degree, for twenty-third Yet Exchange service does not stop here, e. The Exchange makes the most of this dehas created for its fruit, by making that fruibuy—making the demand quickly and easfied. The Exchange dealer service depathrough its work with the retail trade, has b proving retail selling methods for sixteen yeathis is not all— More recently, two new merchandising conceived, perfected and successfully distributed the Exchange have tremendously expanded ket for citrus fruit, through this same print capitalizing on the created demand and m easily satisfied. The Sunkist Extractor, which you see fountains everywhere, is the first of these m dising devices. Over 56,000 of these machi been purchased by soda fountains, hospital Oranges Su The last of her panic had slunk away at the sound of Hamilton's voice. With Hamilton in the hotel she was safe. She rang for the chambermaid, who came promptly, and offered the girl five dollars for the loan of a hat, a dress, a coat, and a pair of shoes. The clothes fitted fairly well, as she had expected them to do, after her first glance at Margaret's trim figure, but the general effect was that of a young working girl of a flamboyant type. An impluse came to her and she stopped to consider it. 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SOUTHERN COUNTIES GAS COMPANY ra marketing skill that brings a returns to growers of the California Fruit Growers Exon superior marketing service and are and getting more for the citrus in obtain through any other known ing his fruit. does not stop with sound producshipping methods. Its service does the fruit is sold in carload markets. beginning. goes on to create demand for its the American millions realize the fornia oranges, lemons and grapehotels and restaurants during the past eight years. During 1929, they ground over 6,000 carloads of oranges and lemons into more than $60,000,000 worth of fresh fruit drinks. This huge market is growing bigger every year—to the growers' profit. Yet before the Extractor, it did not exist for citrus growers, simply because people considered it too much trouble to squeeze orange or lemon juice by hand. Following this success, the Exchange has developed Sunkist Junior, the electrical juice extractor for home use. This sturdy, convenient and economical of the California Fruit Growers Exception superior marketing service and are and getting more for the citrus in obtain through any other known getting his fruit. does not stop with sound producshipping methods. Its service does the fruit is sold in carload markets. beginning. goes on to create demand for its the American millions realize the california oranges, lemons and grapelike the millions want these fruits. It has been doing this continuousing degree, for twenty-three years. service does not stop here, either. makes the most of this demand it is fruit, by making that fruit easy to demand quickly and easily satisfying dealer service department, with the retail trade, has been imaging methods for sixteen years. But two new merchandising devices, created and successfully distributed by the tremendously expanded the market, through this same principle of the created demand and making it Extractor, which you see in soda there, is the first of these merchanver 56,000 of these machines have by soda fountains, hospitals, clubs, EXCHANGE IS: The California Fruit is a non-profit organization of more than growers, producing over 75% of the Calicitrus crop, operated by and for them on Its object is to develop the national and set for California Oranges, Lemons and Grapefruit, and to provide a marketing organization that will sell the fruit of its members most advantageously and at least expense. Receipts from sales, less only actual cost of operation, are returned to growers. Applications are received through all the Exchange's 210 local packing associations, 23 District Exchanges, or at the central office in Los Angeles.