anaheim-gazette 1930-10-09

Anaheim, Calif., October 9, 1980 Miss Nobody from Nowhere BY ELIZABETH JORDAN 17th Installment Alone in New York, remembering nothing of her past life, not even her own name, and with nothing about her with which to identify herself, a young woman meets Eric Hamilton, who tries to befriend her. She runs away from him, meets some curious people through whom she gets a job as dancer in "Jake's" night club. A man out of her past life appears there one night, Samuel Henderson. She does not remember him but fears him, and runs away again, this time back to Eric Hamilton perundes her to go through a marriage ceremony with him, to give him the right to protect her. They had just got back from the City Hall when Henderson finds them. He identifies the girl as Eve Carrington, a famous singer, who lost her memory from a nervous shock induced by unsuccessful effort to save two children from drowning. Henderson had hoped to marry her. Eve is still ignorant of her real identity. Hamilton calls in Dr. Carrick, a nerve specialist, who arranged with other doctors to try the effect of another shock to bring her back to herself. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY "Yes." "How did you manage it?" "Well, I got the clothes from the East Side apartment. The janitor let me have them—for a consideration," Eric finished with a wan grin. "Now don't you go up in the air, Doctor," he begged; "but I've simply got to make a suggestion and you've got to listen to it. I want you to have a consultation before you go ahead with this experiment. I want you to discuss the case with two or three of the best psychiatrists in New York—the associates you have the greatest faith in—and see what they think of your experiment. I'll leave the selection of them entirely in your hands, but as I with a great effort, keeping her eyes away from the water. "It won't be October till tomorrow, and people bathe on this coast till the ice forms," Hamilton reminded her. "There's a bathing club called the Polar Bears or something of the sort." Eve faltered. Apparently Hamilton failed to hear the words. He stopped the roadster, jumped out and offered her his hand. "Let's sit down a little while and look at the sea," he casually suggested. As she reluctantly descended from the car he added, "you settle comfortably In the sand while I park the machine on the other side of that bank." He was not sure of his voice, for his nervousness was increasing. He could see that Eve was shivering—that a slow tremor shook he rentire body as she now turned and stood staring at the ocean. There was a rowboat rather far out—too far for her to see what was in it. Eric got into the roadster and started the engine. "It may take a few minutes to park and lock this," he called to her over his shoulder. "I'll be back as soon as I can." He caught one look she turned on him as he drove away, and he never forgot it. But he set his teeth and played his part of Carrick's drama. The next moment he was out of sight around the bank, where Carrick, Mayer and Hazard were awaiting him behind another bathhouse, in company with a rowboat and lifeguard in bathing trunks. If, in her growing panic, Eve had followed him she might have discovered them all; but both Hamilton and Carrick had rightly reasoned that she would not do... "Now don't you go up in the air, Doctor," he begged; "but I've simply got to make a suggestion and you've got to listen to it. I want you to have a consultation before you go ahead with this experiment. I want you to discuss the case with two or three of the best psychiatrists in New York—the associates you have the greatest faith in—and see what they think of your experiment. I'll leave the selection of them entirely in your hands, but as I shall pay their fees I want the privilege of hearing what they say." "A consultation now would excite her and to that degree might imperil the success of my experiment. That's why I didn't arrange it. But I've been wish ing they could see her," Carrick admitted, "and since you feel that way I'm wondering if we could have them study her without her knowing it. Could you have all four of us to dinner tonight as friends of yours?" It was an unusual dinner. It is difficult to carry on a dinner conversation with a person whose conscious life is less than a month old. Again and again Mayer cane up against the black wall. He retreated from it so tactfully that he seemed not to touch it. But he learned young Mrs. Hamilton's present preferences, and something about the recent plays she had seen, as well as her impression of a new book or two, and his interest in her deepened. He was vastly impressed, as Carrick had been, by the poise and dignity of this groping figure that moved toward him through such a fog. His vivid imagination pictured himself as a victim of this girl's experience, and the flesh of his scalp tingled. An hour later, in the hotel writing- room, the physicians, joined now by Carrick, passed on their conclusion to Hamilton. They were very frank with him. "No one can promise you anything," Hazard confessed, "except that the experiment will not do Miss Carrington any lasting harm. If she had not wrung a promise from you to the contrary, we would suggest that her manager should be told the whole situation and consulted. But as there is in the case the element of his passion for her—" Hamilton felt self-conscious. "And her obvious fear of him," he pointed out. "Exactly. Considering those things, it would be better, perhaps, to proceed as Doctor Carrick suggests. The alternative is to let matters drag along, and in that case you will certainly have to take Mr. Henderson immediately and fully into your confidence." "Yes," Hamilton regretfully admitted; "I see that. We can't keep him in the dark any longer." Carick made no secret of his jubilation over the concurrence of his colleagues in his plan. "Then we're all set," he declared. "I have an answer to that telegram I sent." He caught one look she turned on him as he drove away, and he never forgot it. But he set his teeth and played his part of Carrick's drama. The next moment he was out of sight around the bank, where Carrick, Mayer and Hazard were awaiting him behind another bathhouse, in company with a rowboat and lifeguard in bathing trunks. If, in her growing panic, Eve had followed him she might have discovered them all; but both Hamilton and Carrick had rightly reasoned that she would not do this. She censed to think of him after that one wild look. Still violently trembling, she stared out to sea. When the distant boat overturned she did not need the schrieks of the two women on the beach to tell her of the accident. Yielding to something as definite as the push of powerful hands, she had kicked off her pumps, thrown her hat on the sand, and was running into the water even before the women cried out. Their shrieks were excellent ones; and the urgent appeals to "save the children," which they sent after her as she began to swim, could not have been more realistic. They drew to the spot the only natives in that lonely region—two men whose zest for rescue had to be sternly dealt with by Carrick. "Moving picture stuff," he curtly explained. "Merely rehearsing a scene. Get out, or sit down and keep quiet." They sat down and kept quiet while the lifeguard got the rowboat into the water with the assistance of Hamilton; and one of the two nurses in the bathing suits bore Miss Carington's pumps into the convenient bathhouse. For it held not only a fine assortment of Turkish towels, but a cot, an alcohol stove with a kettle of hot water on it, a thermos bottle full of coffee, and a suitcase containing dry underwear, stockings, and the gown and hat Eve had worn on the day of her memory lapse. One of the nurses was Miss Adams. The other, who had arrived from Chicago late the night before, was not so imperturbable as her professional sister. The shrieks she still sent after the swimmer, to preserve the proper atmosphere, had the ring of genuine excitement. "I've never been so thrilled in my life," she confessed to Miss Adams, "or so nervous! You see, I nursed her for ten days, and I got very fond of her." Miss Adams let her finish and then sent forth another shriek. It was a fine, full-voiced, far-carrying outcry, meant to emphasize the difference between nerves in New York and those in Chicago. Notwithstanding her agitation, the Western nurse caught the idea and promptly topped Miss Adam's shriek with a better one. Emerging from behind the sand bank with his associates, Doctor Carrick grinned nervously. "Doctor," she may get tired. Hadn't I better swim out there, to be on the safe side? "Don't be an ass." A lifeguard is just behind her, there's another strong swimmer back of the capsized boat, and "Exactly. Considering those things, it would be better, perhaps, to proceed as Doctor Carrick suggests. The alternative is to let matters drag along, and in that case you will certainly have to take Mr. Henderson immediately and fully into your confidence." "Yes," Hamilton regrettedly admitted; "I see that. We can't keep him in the dark any longer." Carick made no secret of his jubilation over the concurrence of his colleagues in his plan. "Then we're all set," he declared. "I have an answer to that telegram I sent this morning to the Chicago hospital. We can stage our experiment for the day after tomorrow if this fine weather holds, as I think it will. Ready for your part of it?" "Of course." But Hamilton spoke from a black depression. He was still horribly afraid of that coming experiment, and he did not care how many doctors knew it. The day set for the test was of the warmly mellow type that sometimes comes as the last gift of a dying September. To that degree Nature worked with Carrick, as he pointed out to his nervous young assistant. It was easy for Eric to persuade Eve to take an automobile spin early that morning; easy to drop unseen, in the black roadster, the carefully packed suitcase; easiest of all to turn from the city's roar, flash out across Long Island, and bring up at remote stretch of beautiful seacoast that lay simmering but lonely in the sunshine. Indeed, it was almost deserted. Only two figures, women in bathing suits, gave life to it. "It's rather late in the season for bathing," Eve said, with a glance at the backs of these ladies. She spoke meant to emphasize the difference between nerves in New York and those in Chicago. Notwithstanding her agitation, the Western nurse caught the idea and promptly topped Miss Adam's shriek with a better one. Emerging from behind the sand bank with his associates, Doctor Carrick grinned nervously. "Doctor, she may get tired. Hadn't I better swim out there, to be on the safe side?" "Don't be an ass." A lifeguard is just behind her, there's another strong swimmer back of the capsized boat, and Miss Carrington herself is cutting through the water like a fish. What more do you want? "I want this over," Hamilton groaned, eyes glued to his binoculars. "So do l." Carrick admitted. Eve's mind held one idea and only one—the need of reaching that capsized boat. She could see no figures in the water, for the young fisherman who had been the boat's sole occupant was now up to his neck on the far side of it. The two nurses continued to shriek. Eve was very near the upturned boat when in response to a long whistle from the shore the lifesaver at last put his back into his strokes and reached her. "All a mistake, miss," he cheerfully cried out, repeating the lines taught him by the guys on shore. "There isn't no children there. There's only a man, and he's all right." There was something funny about that, too, he reflected. It was only a picture, why had he been told to learn and speak these words? Eve got into the boat without difficulty and sat dripping in the stern, blindly looking about her. 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She had an odd feeling of having entered the bathhouse in garments that were not her own. The two women explained that these must have been bathing clothes. The clothes themselves had strangely disappeared, and she was now wearing her green and gold onepiece gown... But where was she? What did it all mean? The four gentlemen who had so opportunely been passing along the shore in a big automobile insisted on taking her home. "I'm...at...the...Garland...I think," she managed to bring out. "But how...did I...get here?...I merely meant...to take...a walk?" They were vague about that, but obviously they were also men to be trusted, and one of them said he was a doctor and made a fuss about cold and exposure and insisted on having her put to bed and given medicine as soon as she was back in her hotel rooms. It was all a dream of course...a chaotic dream with something horrible in it... There was a younger man in the group with a tragic sort of face... That face haunted her. (Continued next Week) If they do revive the ancient and romantic custom of kissing the women's hands, one will have to be careful not to select the hand that is holding the cigaret. The Anaheim Nation "THE HOME BANK" Announces That on October 1st, 1930, the name or was changed to the Announces That on October 1st, 1930, the name of was changed to the Anaheim FIRST NATIONAL By Authority of The Comptroller of the Currency No Change in P THIS is the Bank of Personal Every one of us is here for pose: to see that your banking ily and efficiently handled. T no gates to crash. We want yo “at home”---free to ask advice whenever you need it. For, as w fy you we build a greater “Home OFFICERS AND DIRECTORS Frank Baum Ben Baxter J. H. Brunsworth J. J. Dwyer Wm. A. Dolan F. H. Dolan Ernest F. Ganahl Wm. J. M. Heinz WM. A. DOLAN, President BEN BAXTER, Active Vice-President F. H. DOLAN, Vice-President FRED C. RIMPAU, Vice-President ROSS L. PHEGLEY, Cashier CARL MOHR, Asst. Cashier WM. H. BRUNS, Asst. Cashier "The Home Bank" ANAHEIM FIRST NATIONAL Corner Lemon and Center Sts. Phone 98 First National Plans Changes Following official permission to change its name from the Anaheim National Bank to the Anahelm First National Bank, officials of the institution this week laid plans for erecting a large combination gas and electric sign, and changing of the lettering on windows, etc. "We are very glad to receive permission for the change of name," President William A. Dolan said this week. "There are quite a few details that must be looked after in seeking such a change. We will name the lettered names on the windows conform to the new change as soon as possible, and are in a position to give as courteous and personal service as possible." "We first sought the change in name several months ago. After negotiations extending over a period of three months, followed by an unanimous vote of the stockholders, the federal government saw fit to grant our request." 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