anaheim-gazette 1931-02-05

Anaheim, Calif., Feb. 5, 1931 Sixth Installment Maggie Johnson, whose father is a letter carrier, is the domestic drudge of the humble home where her mother does little except bemoan the fact that she has "seen better days" and her sister Liz, who works in a beauty shop, lies abed late. Maggie has to get the family breakfast before she starts out to her job in the Five-and-Ten-Cent Store. There's a new boy at the Five-and-Ten-Joe Grant. He tells Maggie that he has been assigned to work as her helper in the stock room. He seems rather dumb, but Maggie helps him through his first day at the store and shares her lunch with him in a cubbyhole of a place that belongs to a mattress factory next door to the Five-and-Ten. They are booking over some cheap picture cards one of them has a motto that strikes Maggie's fancy. "The way to begin the ideal life is to begin." She and Joe talk about that and Joe is surprised that the girl has higher standards than he had suspected. When he goes home that night he is thinking about Maggie. And his home is the home of the owner of the Mack Flive and Ten-Cent Stores, though Maggie does not suspect that he is the boss' son. Maggie, at home, begins to suspect that her mother's complaints are due to that lady's belief that happiness depends upon material things, while at the store she continues to surprise Joe by her appreciation of the realities of life. Joe knew that Maggie was falling in love with him before Maggie discovered it. But he was a little slow in discovering that he, in turn, was falling in love with Maggie. But he admitted to himself that his admiration for her was growing, and the girls in the store began to notice something different about her. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY "But now, lissen, Jo," she resumed seriously, "here's what I want to ask you. Could anyone who wasn't born to be a lady—now, frinstance, like me—my mother talks a lot about my grandmother Petheridge, but—but my mother—she hesitated—you wouldn't say she was always puttin' others first, and thinkin-ger an servin-ger others ing of rotten apples and dust, and had put his head in at the kitchen doorway. Ma Johnson, a heavy, woollen kimono tied about her ample form with dragged tassels, was in the rocker. At the sink stood a nondescript, forlorn little figure that Joe could not for some minutes at all identify with the gallant picture he had formed of Maggie's father. Behind the table and between the sink and the stove was Maggie. She looked at him and said delightedly: "Well, what do you know! I never heard you ring. If it isn't Joe Grant! Joe, have you had dinner?" "Just up from the table. Hello, Maggie," Joe said, grinning. "This is my mother, make you acquainted with my father; Pop, this is Joe Grant," said Maggie. Ma was evidently not impressed by Maggie's friend. "I didn't know you expected a caller, Maggie." "I didn't Ma. Sit down, Joe. You don't have to finish those if you don't want to, Pa. I hate to have you—take off your apron." "Sometimes — my father — kinder helps me, Joe," she stammered, with her gallant little smile. "I don't mind wipin' 'em one bit, Maggie," her father's mild voice said surprisingly. "I'll help you," said Joe, putting his hat and coat on a chair in the corner of the kitchen and helping himself to a dish towel. "When we haven't a maid we eat out here. I'm one that's always had," said Mrs. Johnson. "So it don't come very easy for me to put up with this sort of thing." "I see," Joe said, nodding. He sat down on the edge of a chair, and cleared his throat, and said politely: "Mrs. Johnson you're no objection over on Chelsea Avenue twenty-five." They were at the window down his money. But they ling left on this Sunday lodges, at a dollar a chase fell, and immediately widened and she caught a "Joe, don't be a fool!" It isn't worth it! But he saw her give a of sheer excitement and went in past the mirror columns and red boundary he thought it was. The comfortable seats, with wires it was pleasant, somethat earnest little fragrance close to his in the fuzzy aureole of gold brun and that eager little whis cears. Joe kept his handsome close to hers, and leaned over closer. Her face was beaming tion and wet with tears came out into the chilly d In parting he presented enormous box of sweets. "Oh, Joe Grant! O pounds! Oh, thank you—Oh, hush," he said. In and I'll watch you un side the door." She fled up the path, t of the porch door, callle "Goodnight and thank you dark, was silhouetted again red light, and then was go Joe walked two blocks raging at himself. "Gosh, what a fool I am earth did I do that for?" Millicent Russell, sitting at dinner, was a pretty point an inch or two pits, to a point an inch But he was a little slow in discovering that he, in turn, was falling in love with Maggie. But he admitted to himself that his admiration for her was growing, and the girls in the store began to notice something different about her. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY "But now, lissen, Jo," she resumed seriously, "here's what I want to ask you. Could anyone who wasn't born to be a lady—now, frinstance, like me—my mother talks a lot about my grandmother Petheridge, but—but my mother—she hesitated—" you wouldn't say, she was always puttin' others first, and thinkin' ger an' servin' ger others before she does herself. You couldn't—honest!—say that, Joe. So that—Again she paused. "An' Lizabeth positively is not a lady!" she admitted regretfully. "Well, anyway, I do not think Liz is a lady—not yet anyway. But Joe—do you think——" Again she floundered. "I guess I couldn't!" she said hastily, shrinking back, gallant, and he saw she was trying to save his feelings. "You don't have to tell me, Joe," she said. "Maggie, I not only believe you could, but I believe you will!" "Well, if you say so," she almost sang, and she railt joyously away. On the next Sunday he went to see her. He reached the Johnston cottage in the neighborhood of three o'clock. He had to wait a few, cold, wet, silent minutes before footsteps, audibly approaching through the house, notified him that it had been heard. Miss Elizabeth Johnson admitted him. For want of any guidance,—for Liz after a shout of "Maggie! Man here!" had almost immediately disappeared into what later proved to be her bedroom door; Joe had followed the little hall into an empty dining room smell- "I'll help you," said Joe, putting his hat and coat on a chair in the corner of the kitchen and helping himself to a dish towel. "When we haven't a maid we eat out here. I'm one that's always had," said Mrs. Johnson. "So it don't come very easy for me to put up with this sort of thing." "I see," Joe said, nodding. He sat down on the edge of a chair, and cleared his throat, and said politely: "Mrs. Johnson, if you've no objection, could Maggie go out with me for a while?" "Why, I haven't no objections," Mrs. Johnson said discontentedly, after a moment. "Maggie isn't nothing but a child, Mr. Grant, an' her father an' I don't want her to get no silly notions into her head." "Temp'rarily—temp'rarily she has accepted a position in—a well, in a five-and-ten," said Ma. "I work there myself, you know, Mrs. Johnson." "I've no doubt you do! An' I've no doubt it's a real nice place an' all that," conceded Ma loftily. "But it isn't Maggie's sort of place. 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But he saw her give a little bounce of sheer excitement and felicity as they went in past the mirrors and marble columns and red boundary ropes, and he thought it was. Their seats were comfortable seats, with wide arms. It was pleasant, somehow, to have that earnest little fragrant baby face come close to his in the dark, and that cuzzy aureole of gold brush his cheek, and that eager whisper reach his ears. Joe kept his handsome head bent close to hers, and leaned his shoulder even closer. Her face was beaming with satisfaction and wet with tears when they came out into the chilly dusk. In parting he presented her with an enormous box of sweets. "Oh, Joe Grant! Oh, Joe—two pounds! Oh, thank you—thank you!" "Oh, hush," he said. "Now you run and I'll watch you until you're inside the door." She fleed up the path, tried the knob of the porch door, called a joyous Goodnight and thank you!" into the dark, was silhouetted against a gush of red light, and then was gone. Joe walked two blocks to his car,aging at himself. "Gosh, what a fool I am! What on earth did I do that for?" Millicent-Russell, sitting next to him at dinner, was a pretty girl. From a point an inch or two below her arm-sits, to a point an inch or two above I like you an awful lot, Joe. You think I'm crazy, saying this. Perhaps I am. But—her voice was husky—"but I like you an awful lot, Joe." Girls always said that to him, and presumably to all the other fellows, when an evening had reached about this point, Joe reflected. That was the way persons got engaged, nowadays. Millicent was trying it now. Right here, at the Carters' hot, crowded, stupid party, Millicent Russell was trying to land him. "Nothing stirring," he said briefly. "Come in, let's dance." Millicent raised the heavy eyelids, looked at him with superb insolence. "Who's the other woman, Joe?" she drawled theatrically. "God, you are a brute!" "There isn't any other woman!" He believed it. Yet, even now, when his face was close to Millicent's curled, perfumed bobbed head, he had a sudden memory of Maggie, childlike and eager, in a sleazy little faded white dress, with a mop of living gold tumbling upon her small shoulders. Sunday night. It was an actual relief to think that to-morrow would be Monday, and he would be back in the clean busy stir of the Mack again. He told himself, when Monday arrived and he reached the store to find a denimreally radiant Maggie prettier and more endearingly proprietary in her manner toward him than ever, that this nonsense must stop. Therefore, it was with a real surprise that he heard himself saying to her, late on Tuesday afternoon: "What you doing to-night, Maggie?" "Night school," she answered, colour and breath beginning their usual acceleration instantly. "Night school! I didn't know you went to night school!" "Why—why, but you told me to!" she accused him, reproachfully. "I—when did I? How do you mean?" Before Christmas. Just after we first began to talk. You said, Maggie, you ought to go to night school! "Did I?" He was stricken. "What do you study?" he asked. "Political economy and French," she answered bravely. "That's a darn good choice!" Joe assured her. "If ever you go abroad, you don't want to be embarrassed about pronouncing words." "Maggie!" came a harsh voice from upstairs at this point. "Maggie Johnson! What's happened you down there in the stockroom? Start your trotters up here with them felay medallions!" "Oh, holy Nelly!" Maggie ejaculated, seizing the green cards upon which the medallions were stitched, and fleeing wildly from Joo's too seductive neighborhood. "She sent me down for them fifteen minutes ago." She left Joe very thoughtful. He took an opportunity, when they changed to be entering the automat together for a late luncheon, to say deliberately: "Look here, Maggie. I've got something on my mind to say to you, and by George, I'm going to say it. I want to warn you. 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Center, Anaheim 2516 Funeral Directors Ambulance Service—Day or Night Phone 8209 Backs, Terry & Campbell FUNERAL DIRECTORS H. P. CAMPBELL, Resident Director 251 No. Lemon St., Anaheim, Calif. Office Hours: 9 to 12-2 to 5 Telephone 4322 DR. W. W. ADAMS OSTEOPATH 401 Bank of America Bldg., Anaheim PAGE SEVEN then, Maggie, and afraid to take them. The whole world will turn itself into a sort of blur, with a man in the centre, and when he speaks you'll answer, and you'll say what he wants you to say, too. Don't fool yourself. You and I are friends—friends—friends—I was down and out when we first began to talk together, and you gave me a right steer and it kind of made you like me. I like you—I love you—I think you're a perfectly keen kid. But that kind of love's different. You're too young to know anything about it. Believe me, it's got a lot of pain in it, and it leaves a scar—you don't get over it." Continued Next Week "Who's the other woman, Joel!" she drawled theatrically. 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