anaheim-gazette 1931-09-24

ROWENA RIDES THE RUMBLE BY ETHE HUSTON Final Installment "I have thought it over. I've been thinking it over since that night in Cheyenne—the first time we had to show the certificate. We won't have to show any certificate here. We're as free as the birds and the flowers." "Rack and Ruff will expect us in tonight. They won't like it." "They're not expecting us. I wired them two days ago that we wouldn't be home until Monday." "Are—we going to stay here—until Monday?" "We are." Peter said firmly. "Peter, Peter," said Rowena, "be careful, oh, be careful! If you do this is—it will give me a grand chance to be mean to you—if I want to. I can make it hard for you to get a divorce—I can get alimony—" "It's be worth it," said Peter grimly. "Besides," he added smiling, "even when you are Mrs. Peter Blande in fact, at heart you will still be just Rowena Restand. You are immortal." Rowena did a strange thing. She clasped both her hands tightly over Peter's arm and looked up into his face—deep, deep into his eyes—searchingly, for a long time and did not speak. Peter's fell at last before the intensity of her silent gaze but there was no diminution of purpose in his manner. And you ought to know by this time that when I make up my mind, it's made," he said doggedly. "So you needn't try to talk me out of it." "I'm not going to try," said Rowena faintly. He helped her out of the rumble seat and cautioned her to be careful of the rocky path up the hill. It's easy to get a twisted ankle," he said. He even asked her to help carry his bundles up from the car and filled her water was supplied by a windmill among the rocks higher up the hill, and Peter invited Rowena with him to witness the ceremony of chaining the wind. "It's our one servant up here," he said. "Loosing the windmill is one of the real events of coming up. When there is a crowd they do it with a great processional, with incense and incantations. But our minds are on other things tonight so we won't bother." Rowena followed him down the steep rocky path to the cabin again. "Been here often?" she asked casually. "Yes." Peter was laying a fire in the grate. "Were you here with crowds—or just there's no use to try to get can't." "I'm not going to try," she Peter pressed the button the electric refrigeration, put drop-leaf table and measure of water into the tea-kettle. "I hope you're hungry." We're calling camp raid Tomorrow I'll show you country cooking for I'm the chef. But tonight my mind things and I don't want ered. Our fare will be quiet and it will require quite an enjoy it." "I'm just ravenous," she politely although knowing that the smallest crumb ter's fell at last before the intensity of her silent gaze but there was no diminution of purpose in his manner. "And you ought to know by this time that when I make up my mind, it's made," he said doggedly. "So you needn't try to talk me, out of it." "I'm not going to try," said Rowena faintly. He helped her out of the rumble seat and cautioned her to be careful of the rocky path up the hill. "It's easy to get a twisted ankle," he said. He even asked her to help carry his bundles up from the car and filled her arms with them. At the foot of the steps that led to the wide unroofed plaza, he kicked over a stone and produced a big brass key that lay beneath. "Look at this," he said. "The cabin's a sort of open house for everybody and his friend, and the key bears the household motto, 'Come easy—go easy'—see?" "Appropriate to week-end honeymooners like us," she said quietly. "You would say that," said Peter. "I assure you that was not the idea back of it." The cottage, which consisted of but one immense room and a huge screened bath, with miniature kitchenette, was roughly finished with heavy oaken beams. There was a great fireplace of natural stone, and running end to end away from it on both sides were studio couches against the wall, comprising three full sides of the cottage. —alone?" Rowena walked about the cabin ruffling her bronze-bright hair with both hands. She looked at the pictures—the autographs—the candlesticks—the incense burners. "Belongs to a woman, doesn't it, Peter?" "Yes." "Do you think she'll like your bringing another—woman—here?" "I don't care whether she does or not." Rowena threw off her air of quiet moodiness. She rolled up the sleeves of her blouse and asked for a job. "You can put the rolls in the oven," said Peter. "And you may as well get as much fun out of things as you can. In her throat. Peter measured four tables coffee into the pot and poured water over it to drip. Then table with silverware of so per plates—"We never was but silver and pans up he plained, "and toss a coin to do it." He laid out sil roast beef, and liverwurst, p crackers and cheese. Then a can of soup, adding an e of water according to direct can. "You see, when I think o for you as a good husband said, 'I can't get away fro crackers and cheese. The c to give you a discount. I How Much Blame Must Poor Lighting Bear For His Handicap He's doing much better in school, now that his eyes have been attended to. But what a pity that it had to be. Little eyes, straining over strange, puzzling lessons, need every help that we can give them. And let's give that help, with proper lighting, before it is too late. Eyesight once impaired may never be fully restored. We don't want our boy or girl handicapped all life through. If you are in doubt about proper light for your reading table, for the children's study desk, and their play-room; if you find kitchen work becoming more difficult, now as the days grow shorter, call in an Edison lighting engineer and get his expert opinion. It will cost you nothing. It may save you much, in greater cheer and comfort, in prettier rooms, and in insurance against vain and endless regret. SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA EDISON COMPANY ANAHEIM GAZETTE here's no use to try to get away. You don't. "I'm not going to try," she said. Peter pressed the button that started the electric refrigeration, pulled out the cup-leaf table and measured four cups of water into the tea-kettle. "I hope you're hungry," he said. "We're calling camp rations tonight, tomorrow I'll show you some good cookin' for I'm the camp's staruf. But tonight my mind's on other things and I don't want to be both-ed. Our fare will be quick and rough it will require quite an appetite to joy it." "I'm just ravenous," said Rowena slightly although knowing very well at the smallest crumb would catch haven't got a band of mice following you about. What a Pied Piper you'd be for Hamellini! Rowena laughed tolerantly. "Cheese is very good for one," she said. Peter opened up a bottle of horse radish, put salt and pepper on the table and sugar, cursing softly because he had forgotten cream for the coffee. Then he filled a great bowl with fresh fruit for a center piece with candles around it. "Here you are, Mrs. Blande," he said jauntily, and held a chair for her. Rowena sank down, a little breathless, rather pale. Just the barest fraction of an instant Peter hesitated. Then he lifted her face with a very determined forefinger—and touched his lips to hers, faintly, almost timidly at first, and then with stubbornly rising courage crushed them roughly. It was with quite an air of bold bravado that he went to his own chair opposite, but his face was flushed and his eyes did not meet hers. Rowena threw off her nervousness in forced laughter. "Oh, Pumpkin Eater," she said gaily, though her voice was that of one who has too little breath for a torrent of tumbling words, "fancy all this furor after three solid months of marriage." "You won't be laughing about it three days from now," he said grimly. "Oh, maybe I will," she answered cheerfully. "I'm one of the grandest little laughers you ever saw in your life." He smiled at her suddenly. "Yes, you are—I'll say that for you. You are just great about—things like that." Detty he served a portion of salad and meat on a paper plate for her, and poured the coffee. "Sorry to have nothing better than canned cow for your wedding night," he said. "Oh, I adore canned cow. I always ask for it at all my weddings." She was glad to have the coffee and drank it steaming hot although it scorched her throat. But she could not eat. "Why don't you eat, Rowona?" he demanded. "I'm not hungry." "You're not nervous, I hope—not frightened, or anything." Not in the least. I'm just not hum-mean—if I want to." "Yes, I know that." You don't know anything yet," she assured him. "Oh, well, I'm taking the chance." When they had finished supper he cleared away the dishes quickly and shoved the table into its corner. Then he drew the big, high-backed divan before the smoldering fire and heaped it with cushions, and turned out all the lights but left two candles glimmering on the mantel. She did not hesitate but went over at once and sat down among the cushions in the corner of the big divan. Peter sat beside her and drew her into his arms, and Constantine crouched at their feet. Rowena made no resistance. For some time they sat there, motionless and silent, both staring, a little awed and very sober, into the flickering fire. It was very still—the stillness seemed to touch them, to make them one, with it. The light was low. Little soft scents of wood and pine and smoke crept out to them. Little soft sounds of night in the hills crept in to them. The chirr of katydids filled the air. Suddenly Peter lifted his hand and drew her face toward him until her lips lay against his throat/His hand caressed her shining, bronze-gold hair. "Close your eyes," he said. "It's quite dark here and I will not talk. Maybe you can forget it's only Peter and think it's some one you like." Rowena lay very still, scarcely breathing, against him. He could feel her lips upon his throat quivering ever so little. "Peter," she said. "Mmmmm," he murmured indistinguishably. "Who-whose cabin is it?" He laughed softly. "Do—do you care?" Unconsciously she stiffened a little in his arms, her quivering lips grew firm. But she pressed more closely into the curve of his arm. "No," she said firmly. "It's my mother's," he said. "She likes this sort of thing." Rowena relaxed and laughed a little, tremulously. And the throbbing silence enfolded them warmly. After a long while: "Peter," she said again. "Mmmmmmm." Orange County Cities Are the Present Metropolis Domestic water supplies are for people and not for property has arranged the right to purchase water. For example, the following table shows six cities of the D.C. Metropolitan area of Los Angeles. See what allocation of water is pooled the coffee. "Sorry to have nothing better than canned cow for your wedding night," he said. "Oh, I adore canned cow. I always ask for it at all my weddings." She was glad to have the coffee and drank it steaming hot although it scorched her throat. But she could not eat. "Why don't you eat, Rowena?" he demanded. "I'm not hungry." "You're not nervous. I hope—not frightened, or anything." "Not in the least. I'm just not hungry." "Why aren't you hungry? You haven't had anything to eat for hours," he persisted stubbornly. "I never have much appetite. Peter. You know I never eat much." "But you haven't eaten anything. You usually eat something. You didn't even eat your adored soup. You're not sick, are you?" "No." She smiled at him, the friendly warm smile that was genuinely Rowena. "I think maybe it's because I feel so sorry for you, Peter." "Sorry—for me——" "Yes. Because you're doing such a very stupid thing and putting yourself in my power like this. I can do quite terrible things to you—after this—if I want to—and I can be most frightfully He laughed softly. "Do—do you care?" Unconsciously she stiffened a little in his arms, her quivering lips grew firm. But she pressed more closely into the curve of his arm. "No." she said firmly. "It's my mother's," he said. "She likes this sort of thing." Rowena relaxed and laughed a little, tremulously. And the throbbing silence enfolded them warmly. After a long while: "Peter," she said again. "Mmmmmmmm." "It's the third and last warning—you had better take me to town—take me right away quick—as fast as ever you can——" "It's too late now." "Too late is better than—never," she said. "And pretty soon it will be never." Unconsciously, their voices had fallen to whispers. "It's never really too late—until it really is—too late," she added enigmatically. "Peter—believe me—you'd better——" Again he laughed softly. "Why, Rowena, why? You are my wife——" "Because, if you don't—I warn you, Peter!—I'll never let you go again—never—as long as you live—and it will be too late for ever." Even against the straining of her arms about him she wondered breath- Torrance 7,271 Compton 12,516 Totals 23,517 Anaheim 10,995 Fullerton 10,860 Santa Ana 30,322 Totals 52,177 THIS MEANS THAT THREE SMALL CITIES IN THE GELES WITH A POPULATION OF 23,517 HAVE AN ASSUME THE THREE CITIES OF ORANGE COUNTY IN THE DISSECT A TOTAL ASSESSED VALUATION OF ONLY $39,311,224. THE THREE SMALL "CLOSE-IN" CITIES WOULD HAVE .032 PER CENT. OF THE WATER AVAILABLE, WHILE OVER TO PURCHASE ONLY .0163 PER CENT. In other words, we have in our three cities considerably but would have a right to purchase only about half as much. That is the sort of inequality that caused San Bernardino erside, Orange and Ontario to vote against annexation. AS TIME GOES ON, THIS INEQUALITY WILL STEADY IN" CITIES HAVE GROWN IN ASSESSED VALUATION IN ASSESSED VALUATION. WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO OUR WATER SUPPLIES TURE? Tri-City Metropolitan Factfor Santa Ana, Anaheim and Fullerton—Only Members of METZG. Watch for an announcement calling attention to the fact costs, entirely outside of operating costs, will total $9,880,000 for a bucketful of salty water? lessly if he would rise up at that and go away. But of course he didn't. He laughed again, an odd pleased laugh, and pressed his lips to her fragrant hair. And Constantine murmured in quiet contentment at their feet. (THE END) State Lost Money in Gasoline War Revenue from California's gasoline tax totaled $3,550,847 in August. The tax represents a gain over July, when but $3,287,564 was received from this source. It is below the June tax, however, when a record receipt of $4,014,-580 was established. It is apparent that the gasoline tax has returned to normal again, but the state undoubtedly lost considerable revenue due to the gas war, despite the high mark reached in July. After having gone on a four months' vacation the oyster is with us again. FUMIGATING DUSTING AND SPRAYING NEW TENTS R. DELEON Coffman Avenue, Anaheim Telephone 4586 Atwater Kent FEARN— Easy Parking Golden Voice Compact $72.50 273 E. Center St., Anaheim Wholesome boys and girls who are interested in school activities need a Telephone Wholesome boys and girls who are interested in school activities need a Telephone in the home When parties, picnics and other good times are calling, can the young people in your house be reached by telephone? If not, better let us fix that. Just say to our business office or any telephone employee "I want a telephone." SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA TELEPHONE COMPANY Cities Are the Goats of East Metropolitan Water District And yet the latter is the way the district lives and not for property. And yet the latter is the way the district owns six cities of the District, three in Orange County and three in the what allocation of water on a basis of assessments paid means: 1930 Population Assessed Valuation Ratio of Assessed Val. to Total 3,730 $15,508,820 .0064 7,271 24,289,880 .0100 12,516 37,548,000 .0156 23,517 $77,346,620 .0320 10,995 $ 7,402,075 .0031 10,860 11,556,140 .0048 30,322 20,253,010 .0084 ALL CITIES IN THE "METROPOLITAN AREA" NEAR LOS ANGELES 12,516 24,289,880 .0100 12,516 37,548,000 .0156 23,517 $77,346,620 .0320 10,995 $ 7,402,075 .0031 10,860 11,556,140 .0048 30,322 20,253,010 .0084 52,177 $39,311,225 .0163 CITIES WOULD HAVE A RIGHT AT THIS TIME TO PURCHASE VALLEABLE, WHILE OUR THREE CITIES WOULD HAVE A RIGHT AT. cities considerably more than double the population of the others, about half as much water as they. used San Bernardino and Colton to vote out of the District and Rivest annexation. CITY WILL STEADILY INCREASE. SOME OF THESE "CLOSEED VALUATION IN THE PAST 20 TIMES AS FAST AS WE HAVE WATER SUPPLIES IF THAT GROWTH CONTINUES IN THE FU- Metropolitan Fact-Finding Committee Only Members of Metropolitan Water District outside of Los Angeles by—JAMES METZGAR, Chairman Attention to the fact that interest, bond requirements and construction will total $9,880,000. What will that do to the taxpayers in return