anaheim-gazette 1931-03-19

Anaheim, Calif., March 19, 1931 Twelfth Installment Maggie Johnson, daughter of a letter-carrier, as a stock girl in The Mack, a San Francisco Five-and-Ton, falls in love with "Joe Grant." She also works there. His real name is Joseph Grant MacKenzie Merrill, son of the owner of the store. He wants to learn the business from the bottom. Because he fears that Maggie will be frightened by his wealth and social position, he does not reveal his true identity, even when he proposes to her. Joe finally tells his father about Maggie. She is invited to a dinner at a fashionable restaurant, where she discovers that Joe is not a poor young man at all. She thinks that she has been deliberately tricked. She starts to leave immediately when she sees her poorly dressed father and dowdy mother coming toward the dinner party. They explain that Maggie's sister, Liz, is at night court with her friend, who has been arrested for speeding. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORP "You'll say nothing and you'll do nothing," she said, in a voice that silenced all five of her hearers. "You've done enough, Joe Grant. We aren't—your sort. We don't belong—here, in a room like this. And we do belong—together. I'm not much—you've been laughing at me all this time, and I guess anyone who understood what was going on would laugh at me—but I wouldn't be anything. I wouldn't have a right even to try to be ideal—if I suddenly, His Honour looked down again at Maggie, unsmillingly but very kindly, and Chess had to pay one hundred dollars' ball, and nobody else had to pay anything at all, and the charge against Elizabeth Johnson was dismissed. Dlamissed! They were blundering toward the hall and the street, between the almost empty brown wood benches, and the hinged brown wood gates, and the spittoons, under the harsh lights, when suddenly Joe Grant—only he wasn't Joe Grant any more!—came hurriedly in, with an important-looking sergeant of police, and came up to them. "Everything all right?" Joe said anxiously and quickly, looking keenly at Maggie. "Thank you, yes. It was a mistake. We're just goin' home." "Quite a famly party," said Chess Rivers sneeringly, coming up. And then the nightmare began again—Maggie could never remember exactly how. "Lizabeth turned on Chess and told him that never as long as she lived would she go out again with a man who was a bootleger, and blamed on the girls who went with him, and Chess said something quick and ugly about the Johnstons not being able to put on airs, with Maggie Johnson run-aren't doing every day!" eagerly. "And if he makes cuse for breaking his engagerl's sue him," said Dlamissed. "Here in this kitchen he s day afternoon, and tole own mouth—" "You don't have to suce said. 'He's crazy about h Maggie?' "I wasn't listening, Ma. Liz, but I'm going to bed." "I'm going to sit up with Lizbeth. Their topic w several more hours of analysis, and debate. Mrs. Johnson and her o ter slept late the next mo reached the kitchen together ten o'clock, having had no five hours of rest, and be on the leisurely breakfast t as usual, had left ready to were cups on the table, a the pot, and bread was s was a fat little bottle of Maggie had left half the m omellette waiting in a yellow Lizbeth was the one whi time to pick up the newspap involuntary horrified "Oh G her mother, startled, to join stove. They read it together. It was all there. Joseph picture, on the front page bellished, in a rococo bored sketch representing two youths fighting in a courthorified women fleeing in c tion. "It'll just about kill Ma. Lizbeth, aghast. "Go on readin', Liz." Joe jerked loose and sent him spinning again. wouldn't stick to my own folks! I don't care—" Her eyes were blazing, her level, pitiless voice bored through him—"I don't care," said Maggie, trembling, " what you think of us! My father and mother belong to me, and my sister does, and I'm as glad, Joe," she ended passionately, tears spilling from her eyes now, but her mouth steady, "I'm as glad to be done with you as you are with me!" She turned to Mr. Merrill, who had sat with a fan of big bills open in his fingers, watching her with a sort of breathless concentration. It was almost as if he were afraid that she would not dare say what she was so rapidly and furiously saying, and as if he liked to hear her. She took three of the bills, folded them into her flat worn purse. "That's thirty," she said to him with a nod. "I owe you thirty. Thank you. It won't be more than that. Don't—" and, with a glance of utter contempt toward Joe, she dropped her voice to confidence—a conference that George Merrill, under the circumstances, found infinitely touching, between his humblest little employee and himself—"Don't let Joe follow us, Mr. Merrill," said Maggie. "I mean it. I'm never going to see him again. I'm done!" Blindly, swiftly, hugging her father tightly to her on one side, holding her mother's hand tight on the other, Maggie went with them from the room. She reclaimed her shabby coat, and they three went through the foyer of the big hotel and out into the cool evening darkness together. Maggie signalled a taxicab, and they all got in. Now, it's all right, Ma," she said, in a breathless, light voice. "We'll get Liz out, and we'll stop running with ning around the way she did with a millionaire—Chess had recognized Joe that very first day, at the cottage, because he used to see Joe at the boxing matches. Then Chess was lying on the dirty marble floor, with blood on his cheek, and Joe looking quite tall and calm and proud, but a little breathless, with two policemen holding him. And as Chess, still shouting, got to his feet Joe jerked loose and sent him spinning again, and that time the policeman gripped Joe again and walked him away, and a third policeman began to shove Chess roughly out of the room. The clerk took the Johnsons out through a big greys swinging door, and they were in the dark street again. All a nightmare. All a nightmare. And yet, as the endless night wore by, she began to be afraid she would never wake up. They got home, somehow—partly walking, party in a street car. And they sat in the kitchen, and Maggie made tea. Maggie, for goodness' sake, how did you feel when you learned that your friend was really Joe Merrill? I never will get that straight," said Liz. "Oh, all right." Maggie, if you get him we're fixed for life," Liz said eagerly. "I won't," she assured her sister. Maggie—why do you act so funny about it? As far as my shaming you to-night goes, why, I didn't do anything that all the girls of his crowd Aches and Rains! Blindly, swiftly, hugging her father tightly to her on one side, holding her mother's hand tight on the other, Maggie went with them from the room. She reclaimed her shabby coat, and they three went through the foyer of the big hotel and out into the cool evening darkness together. Maggie signalled a taxicab, and they all got in. "Now, it's all right, Ma," she said, in a breathless, light voice. "We'll get Liz out, and she'll stop running with Chess after this night's work, you'll see, and my pick up someone who's worth something." "Oh, dearie, I feel so awful that Ma and me follored you! But I'm afraid you'll feel bad, Maggie," her father fluttered. The nightmare went on and on. They were in a horrible sinely wide place of benches and spittoons and marsh lights, and her mother was crying noisily, and pop, pane and dishovelled and very quiet, was asking her, or God's sake, to stop. Maggie was pleading with a clerk, asking him to hurry a certain case, and good natured enough, he did hurry it, and almost immediately a little door at the right opened, and 'Lizabeth and Chess rivers and another girl and man came out. The instant she saw her daring, pretty, independent sister frightened and tearful and white-faced, Maggie's heart seemed to turn liquid, and she ran across the courtroom and held out her arms, and 'Lizabeth caught her, and they cried together. And when the Judge looked down over his desk, approving of this confusion, Maggie with her face wet and her lips trembling and her little arm linked tight in Elizabeth's, was looking imploringy up. Policeman, ranging the prisoners, told Maggie to go back and sit down, but Maggie only burst out the more impollingly: "Oh, please—please let my sister come home! She's never run with this kind of man before—she isn't like you—my father and mother'll die if sister has to go to jail." Somebody rapped, and Maggie was bent, and the murmuring and glancing at papers went on between the edge and the clerk. And then, quite Aches and PAINS! When you take Bayer Aspirin you are sure of two things. It's sure relief, and it's harmless. Those tablets with the Bayer cross do not hurt the heart. Take them whenever you suffer from: Headaches Neuritis Colds Neuralgia Sore Throat Lumbago Rheumatism Toothache When your head aches—from any cause—when a cold has settled in your joints, or you feel those deep-down pains of rheumatism, sciatica, or lumbago, take Bayer Aspirin and get real relief. If the package says Bayer, it's genuine. And genuine Bayer Aspirin is safe. Aspirin is the trade-mark of Bayer manufacture of monoacetic acidester of salicylic acid. BEWARE OF IMITATIONS aren't doing every day!" Liz pleaded eagerly. "And if he makes that an excuse for breaking his engagement—" I'll sue him," said Ma heavily. Here in this kitchen he sat, last Sunday afternoon, and tole me with his own mouth—" "You don't have to sue him!" Liz did. "He's crazy about her. Isn't he, Maggie?" "I wasn't listening, Ma. I'm sorry, iz, but I'm going to bed." "I'm going to sit up with Ma," said Elizabeth. Their topic was good for several more hours of exclamation, analysis, and debate. Mrs. Johnson and her oldest daughter slept late the next morning. They reached the kitchen together at about no o'clock, having had not more than two hours of rest, and began at once the leisurely breakfast that Maggie, usual, had left ready to heat. There were cups on the table, and coffee in the pot, and bread was sliced; there was a fat little bottle of cream, and Maggie had left half the mixture of an icelette waiting in a yellow bowl. Lizabeth was the one who first found me to pick up the newspaper, and her voluntary horrified "Oh God!" caused her mother, startled, to join her at the love. They read it together. It was all there. Joseph Merrill's picture, on the front page, was finished, in a rococo border, with a patch representing two silhouetted thaiga fighting in a courtroom, with frilled women fleeing in every direction. "It just about kill Maggie!" said Elizabeth, agastst. Go on readin', Liz." set in delicate shadows. "Fevven's sakes, where've you been? You had Ma and me worried," Lizabeth said. "Well," Maggie expanded quietly, "I went to see Mrs. Merrill." "What'd do that for?" demanded the mother. "There was something I wanted to talk to her about, Ma" Maggie said wearily. "What?" The question was shot, like a bullet. "Joe," the girl said simply. And she sat down at the table and leaned her forehead wearily on her hand. "You never had the gall to do that, Maggie Johnson," Lizabeth whispered, impressed. "Oh, yes, I did. I told her where Joe was, and they sent over to the jail, and Joe came in while I was there. And him and his father and mother and me talked it all over." "Maggie!" It was the older sister. "Don't he like you any more?" "Don't he loves me," she said, dully. "Oh, Maggie—fevven's sakes! Joe Merrill!" "And because he loves me," Maggie said deliberately, "he's going to sail this morning for Japan. He sees that he'd only hurt me and make it harder here." Her shamed, hopeless voice died away. "So I guess I'd better do these dishes," she said. "He'll forget you before he's past the Heads!" her mother predicted, in the awful silence that followed. "You can't depend on them rich people, dearie," her father, sorrowful and sympathetic, said timidly. "Maggie, they just got him to say he'd do that so it's to break it off!" Lizabeth said indignantly. Maggie looked at them all apathetically. "I know all that. I know he loves me now, but that they're going to kill it, if they can. I knew his ship pulls out in twenty minutes and that I'll never see him again," she said simply. "But—" she glanced from one to the other—"with things here like they are," she said, "and Ma like she is and Pa like he is and you like you are. Liz—what can I do? I've worked, I've tried to make myself took good, and I've gone to night school, and I've lived the ideal life—but it doesn't seem to work for me. If Joe had been what I thought he was, we could have climbed up together. But he wasn't and I guess his mother's right—I guess the time is coming when he'll think of me as only a girl he knew whose mother wasn't very strong, and whose father was a postman, and whose sister ran with a bootlegger that got us all pretty nearly into jail! She did not cry, she spoke evenly and gently, almost without expression. But at the finish she reached up suddenly to the shelf above the sink, and snatched from its position the ideal leaflet, with its cryptic message: "The way to begin living the ideal life is—to begin." Maggie looked at it a minute, and her face worked oddly. Then, quite quietly and composedly, she tore it into tiny scraps and fluttered them into the wet sink. And after that she walked slowly from the room, and they heard her bedroom door close behind her. Continued Next Week According to a recent Babson report, living costs are now the lowest in fourteen years. Food prices are the chief factor in this downward trend, with a drop of seven per cent during the last half of 1930. WHAT DR. CALDWELL LEARNED IN 47 YEARS PRACTICE A physician watched the results of constipation for 47 years, and believed that no matter how careful people are of their health, diet and exercise, constipation will occur from time to time. Of next importance, then, is how to treat it when it comes. Dr. Caldwell always was in favor of getting as close to nature as possible, hence his remedy for constipation, known as Dr. Caldwell's Syrup Pepsin, is a mild vegetable compound. It can not harm the system and is not habit forming. Syrup Pepsin is pleasant-tasting, and youngsters love it. Dr. Caldwell did not approve of drastic physics and purges. He did not believe they were good for anybody's system. In a practice of 47 years he never saw any reason for their use when Syrup Pepsin will empty the bowels just as promptly. Do not let a day go by without a bowel movement. Do not sit and hope, but go to the nearest druggist and get one of the generous bottles of Dr. Caldwell's Syrup Pepsin, or write "Syrup Pepsin." Dept. BB, Monticello, Illinois, for free trial bottle. The Only FULL-SIZED CAR in the lowest priced field Continued Next Week According to a recent Babson report, living costs are now the lowest in fourteen years. 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