anaheim-gazette 1931-11-05

FIFTH INSTALLMENT SYNOPSIS Six people, Horace Johnson (who tells the story), his wife, old Mrs. Dane, Herbert Robinson and his sister, Alice, and Dr. Sperry, friends and neighbors, are in the habit of holding weekly meetings. At one of them, Mrs. Dane, who is hostess, varies the program by unexpectedly arranging a spiritualistic seance with Mies Jeremy, a friend of Dr. Sperry and not a professional, as the medium. At the first sitting the medium tells the details of a murder as it is occurring. Later that night Sperry learns that a neighbor, Arthur Wells, has been shot mysteriously. With Johnson he goes to the Wells residence and they find confirmation of the medium's account. Mrs. Wells tells them her husband shot himself in a fit of depression. The French maid admits she was out at the time Wells was shot, telephoning from a nearby drug store. Johnson goes to the drug store where the clerk tells him the maid phoned to the Ellingham house, telling somebody there not "to call that night." Now Go On With The Story. I find that the solution of the Arthur Wells mystery—or we did solve it—takes three divisions in my mind. Each one is a sitting, followed by an investigation made by Sperry and myself. But for some reason, after Miss Jeremy's second sitting, I found that by reasoning mind was stronger than my credulity. And as Sperry had at office boy, the dealer and my wife. And I had not started yet. I dined in a small chop-house where I occasionally lunch, and took a large cup of strong black coffee. When I went out into the night again I found that a heavy fog settled down and I began to feel again something of the strange and disturbing quality of the day which had ended in Arthur Wells' death. Already a potential housebreaker, I avoided policemen, and the very jingling of the keys in my pocket sounded loud and incriminating to my ears. I do not like deserted houses. Even in daylight they have a sinister effect on me. They seem, in their empty spaces, to have held and recorded all that has happened in the dusty past. The Wells house that night, looming before me, silent and mysterious, seemed the embodiment of all the deserted houses I had known. Its empty and unshuttered windows were like blind eyes, gazing in, not out. Nevertheless, now that the time had come, a certain amount of courage came with it. I am not ashamed to confess that a certain part of it came from the anticipation of the Neighborhood Club's plaudits. For Herbert to have made such an investigation, or even Sperry, with his height and his iron muscles, would not have surprised the club. But I was aware that while they expected intelligence and even dragging movement, Had near the calling I should not it. Indeed, a moment later certain I had heard it. My chair, on top of the none too securely banged found that I was looking away the foreign matter and replaced by a whitish plaster. I got out my penk away the foreign matter, small hole beneath a bull knew anything about bullets. Then I heard the draggin above, and what with an insurec position, I suddenlyanced, chair and all. My head struck on the corner of the was dazed for a few moons candle had gone out, of course for the chair, righted it, and I was dizzy and I was frightened to move, lost the drago above come down and creep in the darkness and smother. And sitting there, I remember very things I most wish —the black curtain behind me the things flung by unseen room, the way my waver over the table and fallen to Since that time I know madness of courage, born Nothing could be more into to sit there and wait. It insanity that drove men trenches to the charge and Now Go On With The Story. I find that the solution of the Arthur Wells mystery—or we did solve it—takes three divisions in my mind. Each one is a sitting, followed by an investigation made by Sperry and myself. But for some reason, after Miss Jeremy's second sitting, I found that by reasoning mind was stronger than my credulity. And as Sperry had at that time determined to have nothing more to do with the business, I made a resolution to abandon my investigations. Nor have I any reason to believe that I would have altered my attitude toward the case, had it not been that I saw in the morning paper on the Thursday following the second seance, that Elinor Wells had closed her house, and gone to Florida. I confess I had an overwhelming desire to examine again the ceiling of the dressing room and thus to check up one degree further the accuracy of our revelations. After some reflection, I called up Sperry, but he flatly refused to go on any further. "Miss Jeremy has been ill since Monday," he said. "Mrs. Dane's rheumatism is worse, her companion is nervously upset, and your own wife called me an hour ago and says you are sleeping with a light, and she thinks you ought to go away. The whole club is shot to pieces." But, although I am a small and not a courageous man, the desire to examine the Wells house clung to tenaciously. Suppose there were cartridges in his table drawer? Suppose I should find the second bullet hole in the ceiling? I no longer deceived myself by any argument that my interest was purely scientific. There is a point at which curiosity becomes unbearable, when it becomes an obsession, like hunger. I had reached that point. Nevertheless, I found it hard to plan the necessary deception to my wife. My habits have always been entirely orderly and regular. My wildest dissipation was the Neighborhood Club. I could not recall an evening away from home in years, except on business. Yet now I must have a free evening, possibly an entire night. In planning for this, I forgot my nervousness for a time. I decided finally to tell my wife that an out-of-town client wished to talk business with me, and that day, at luncheon—I go home to luncheon—I mentioned that such a client was in town. "It is possible," I said, as easily as I could, "that we may not get through this afternoon. If things should run over into the evening, I'll telephone." She took it calmly enough, but later on, as I was taking an electric flash from the drawer of the hall table and putting it in my overcoat pocket she came on me, and I thought she looked surprised. During the afternoon I was beset with humor, of a sort, from me they did not anticipate any particular bravery. The flash was working, but rather feebly. I found the nail where the door-key had formerly hung, but the key, as I had expected, was gone. I was less than five minutes. I fancy, in finding a key from my collection that would fit. The bolt slid back with a click, and the door opened. Once inside the house, the door to the outside closed, and facing two alternatives, to go on with it or to cut and run. I found a sort of desperate courage, clenched my teeth, and felt for the nearest light switch. The electric light had been cut off! I should have expected it, but I had not. I remember standing in the back hall and debating whether to go on or to get out. I was not only in a highly nervous state, but I was also badly handicapped. However, as the moments wore on and I stood there with the quiet unbroken by no mysterious sounds, I gained a certain confidence. After a short period of readjustment, therefore, I felt my way to the library door, and into the room. Once there, I used the flash to discover that the windows were shuttered, and proceeded to take off my hat and coat. Which I placed on a chair near the door. It was at this time that I discovered that the battery of my lamp was very weak, and finding a candle in a tall brass stick on the mantlepiece, lighted it. Then I looked about. The house had evidently been hastily closed. Some of over the table and fallen to the floor; rather than to for what might come. In a way, I dare say I upper floor of the house drove me. I know that, can and hardly sane. I ran up into the room overhit empty. As suddenly as my sandit returned to me. The small beds, side by side, acting-table, a row of toys on piece, was calming. Here children's night nursery, placed room which could hideous. I was humiliated and Horace Johnson, a man of reputation, even in a smoother after-dinner speeching fifty-odd years of life to my credit, had been maddened toward a myth from which I had been away! I sat down and mopped my pocket handkerchief. After a time I got up to a window looked down on world below. The fog Automobiles were making grass along the slippery man with a basket had strolled street灯和 was her parcels. The clock of visible over the opposite rooftop only twenty minutes to still early evening—not even the magic hour of the night. Somehow that fact resembles "It is possible," I said, easily as I could, "that we may not get through this afternoon. If things should run over into the evening, I'll telephone." She took it calmly enough, but later on, as I was taking an electric flash from the drawer of the hall table and putting it in my overcoat pocket she came on me, and I thought she looked surprised. During the afternoon I was beset with doubts and unensiness. Suppose she called my office and found that the client I had named was not in town? It is undoubtedly true that a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive, for on my return to the office I was at once quite certain that Mrs. Johnson would telephone and make the inquiry. After some debate I called my secretary and told her to say, if such a message came in, that Mr. Forbes was in town and that I had an appointment with him. As a matter of fact, no such inquiry came in, but as Miss Joyce, my secretary, knew that Mr. Forbes was in Europe. I was conscious some months afterwards that Miss Joyce's eyes occasionally rested on me in a speculative and suspicious manner. Other things also increased my uneasiness as the day wore on. There was, for instance, the matter of the back door to the Wells house. Nothing was more unlikely than that the key would still be hanging there. I must, therefore, get a key. Going through my desk I found a number of keys, mostly trunk keys and one the key to a dog-collar. But late in the afternoon I visited a client of mine who is in the hardware business, and secured quite a selection. One of them was a skeleton key. He persisted in regarding the matter as a joke and poked me between the shoulder-blades as I went out. "If you're arrested with all that hardware on you," he said, "you'll be held as a first-class burglar. You are equipped to open anything from a can of tomatoes to the missionary box in the church." But I felt that already, innocent as I was. I was leaving a trail of suspicion behind me: Miss Joyce and the I sat down and mopped up my pocket handkerchief. After a time I got up to a window looked down at the world below. The fog Automobiles were making along the slippery man with a basket had slid the street light and was her parcels. The clock of a visible over the opposite room only twenty minutes to still early evening—not even the magic hour of the night. Somehow that fact reassured I was able to take stock of roundings. I realized, for I stood in the room over living room, and that it was being under me that the scarcity first—bullet hole. (To Be Continue) More Small Farm In Orange The recent agricultural lease from the Bureau of dicates an increase in the farms for Orange county. The 1930 count was 45 compared with 4188 in 1926 of 18 percent in the ten years. But while the number of acres increased, their average size from 77.8 acres to 58.1 acres in the ten years. Furthermore, the total land has gone down some measure to the expanse ban areas. The 1920 count 325,703 acres in farms, with figure is 287,967 acres. DEATH OF MRS. Mrs. Anna Dorothy Heir home at 216 Carlton avenue urday, and the funeral service Tuesday afternoon at the Campbell chapel, the Huntziker, of Grace Luth officiating. Burial plot at Anaheim cemetery. Mrs. Heinze was a native Canada, was 52 years old lived in Anaheim for ten is survived by Mr. Heinz Ruby Kelsey, a daughter-ers live in Canada. She is by four sisters. ANAHEIM GAZETTE TODAY AND TOMORROW FRANK PARKER STOCKBRIDGE FLEAS— Something happened to the fleas of Germany that killed them all off. German scientific laboratories are paying as high as ten per mile or $25 apiece for healthy fleas for experimental purposes. Russia's infested with fleas and the Soviet government will not countenance any effort to get rid of them. They say that fleas are good for people, because they make folks turn over in their sleep, and sleeping on one side is bad for the heart. California is still waging war on chipmunks or ground squirrels because they harbor the fleas which carry the batonic plague. Every port in the world takes precautions to keep rats from coming ashore from ships arriving from ports where the plague has been, because rats carry the plague — fleas, too. A book could be written about fleas. One of the world's most famous short poems, by the great Dean Swift, was written when those who spoke good English pronounced "tea" and "flaa" as if they were spoken "tay" and "flay," as Dublin University men pronounce them today. It reads: "So, naturalists observe, the fleas Has lesser fleas than on him prey. And they, in turn, have lesser fleas Upon their back to bite them. And lesser fleas have smaller fleas. And so ad infinitum." Some years ago the New York Sun printed what is termed "the shortest poem in the English language." Its On the Sidewalks of New York By OBSERVER (Correspondence to The Gazette) HAM AND EGGS DE LUXE Up-country people who demand ham and eggs in the tiny American way can get them at the swanky Waldoft-Astoria, the new $20,000,000 hotel, in exactly the same form that Cal Coolidge gets his up in his Vermont home. In other words a real farmer's wife will cook it on the gold-plated ranges at the 47-story hostelry. About ten American women will cater to the tastes of American-bred palates. Not all of them age Yankees, either, as a couple of colored manacles have been hired to jujube corn pone and possum for visiting Southerns. The only thing the average American will not be able to recognize from the food his mother used to serve will be the price. We haven't learned that yet and will wait for somebody else to tell us. We suspect it will be about $2.50 for "ham and——" Yes, one order. SOME HIGH PRICES Restaurants here that have a millionaire following do not hesitate to charge plenty. One place gets seven-five cents for a baked potato. Another charges $4.50 for fillet-mignon—better known in Jefferson, Ia., as tenderloin steak. One promoter entertained his prospects recently at a big hotel with a banquet that cost him exactly $30 a person—and he didn't give away any gold cigarette lighters either. He was "in" with the hotel and got his check at cost. He imported all his delicacies direct from Europe and had to pay top prices out-of-season stuff. About 100 sat down to table and knew they had eaten when they had finished. HOT RIDING Over the table and fallen to the floor. Since that time I know there is a sadness of courage, born of terror, nothing could be more intolerable than sit there and wait. It is the same sanity that drove men out of the enches to the charge and almost corrupted them to the charge and almost corrupted them today. It reads: "So naturalists observe, the fish Has lesser fleas that on him prey. And they, in turn, have lesser fleas Upon their back to bit them. And lesser fleas have smaller fleas And so ad infinitum." Some years ago the New York Sun printed what is termed "the shortest poem in the English language." Its title was "Ficas" and the entire poem read thus: "Adam Had 'em." EYES— Quite the most marvelous application of scientific research is the development of the photo-electric eye, the sensitive little tube which not only detects the slightest change in the amount of light which shines on it, but can convert these variations into electric currents. One electric company has an electric eye mounted upon a tower which automatically switches on the street lights of a big city when the darkness reaches a certain degree, and turns them off again when morning arrives. Working on the same principle, an electric eye is used in many homes, factories and offices to turn on the lights automatically on winter afternoons when it gets too dark to work without artificial light. In another application the electric eye acts as a sensor in the stores and warehouses. The slightest flash of extra light, such as might be made by a burglar's flashlight or a fire, is caught by the electric eye which turns on all the lights in the place and at the same time rings an alarm for the police. In one big mail order house the electric eye is being used to sort mail sacks going to different destinations. The sacks bear labels of different sizes and colors which reflect varying beees of light as they pass under the electric eye on an automatic carrier. Depending upon the exact amount of light reflected from the label, the photo-electric cell opens one or another compartment into which the mail sacks drop. Engineers are trying to combine the electric eye with an apparatus which will convert the letters on a printed page into sound. They say it is not impossible that a machine may eventually be built which will read a book aloud. I have long gotten over being surprised at anything. CALENDAR— The Committee on Calendar Reform of the League of Nations has postponed its effort to put the calendar on a sensible basis, partly because of religious bodies object to any charge which would make their solubility fall. One promoter entertained his prospects recently at a big hotel with a banquet that cost him exactly $30 a person—and he didn't give away any gold cigarette lighter either. He was "in" with the hotel and got his check at cost. He imported all his delicacies direct from Europe and had to pay top prices for out-of-season stuff. About 100 sat down to table and knew they had eaten when they had finished. HOT RIDING Now the summer is over, city workers will have a rest from the daily roasting they had to endure going to work and returning on the subway. Most visitors expect the subway to be cool on hot days, but, on the contrary, it is as hot as a boiler ropin. In winter it is just about as cold as the open street. Windows on the trains are always left open to allow the scoops to escape. In one car alone there may be twenty or more different nationalities and nearly all of them have their own cookery. One can detect the odor of imbibber, glaze, and a thousand other fragrances that appeal alone to the certain people who perpate it. They do say that some people here go out in the country for the sole purpose of catching hay fever which destroys their sense of smell. Mebee so! TRICK NOVELTIES There’s a certain German shop in the West Forties that sells the most curious things in the world. They make FUMIGATING DUSTING AND SPRAYING NEW TENTS R. DELEON Coiffman Avenue, Anaheim Telephone 4586 H. V. WEISEL ATTORNEY-AT-LAW Custil and Probate Matters Only PHONE 2257 or 2238 607 Bank of America Bldg., Anaheim, Calif. I sat down and mopped my face with my pocket handkerchief. After a time I got up, and gored on a window looked down at the quiet world below. The fog was lifting, automobiles were making cautious progress along the silvery street. A woman with a basket had stopped under the street light and was recarranging her parcels. The clock of the city hall visible over the opposite rooftop, marked only twenty minutes to nine. It was still early evening—not even midnight—the magic hour of the night. Somehow that fact reassured me, and I was able to take stock of my surroundings. I realized, for instance, that stood in the room over Arthur's dressing room, and that it was into the celling under me that the second—or probably the first—bullet had penetrated (To Be Continued) More Small Farms In Orange County The recent agricultural census release from the Bureau of Census indicates an increase in the number of farms for Orange county since 1920. The 1930 count was 4960 farms as compared with 4188 in 1920, a growth of 18 percent in the ten-year period. But while the number of farms has increased, their average size has shrunk from 77.8 acres to 58.1 acres per farm in the ten years. Furthermore, the total area of farm and has gone down somewhat, due in some measure to the expansion of urban areas. The 1920 census reported 225,703 acres in farms, while the 1920 figure is 287,967 acres. DEATH OF MRS HEINZE Mrs. Anna Dorothy Heinze died at her home at 216 Carlton avenue, last Saturday, and the funeral service was held Tuesday afternoon at the Backs, Terry & Campbell chapel, the Rev. C. H. S. Munziker, of Grace Lutheran church, officiating. Burial was in the family plot at Anaheim cemetery. Mrs. Heinze was a native of Ontario, Canada, was 52 years of age and had lived in Anaheim for ten years. She is survived by Mr. Heinze, and Mrs. Ruby Kelsey, a daughter. Three brothers live in Canada. She is also survived by four sisters. CALENDAR— The Committee on Calendar Reform of the League of Nations has postponed its effort to put the calendar on a sensible basis, partly because of religious bodies object to any change which would make their sabbath fall on a different day. That is a foolish objection, but perhaps more powerful than any reasonable argument. Eventually it is certain that the present calendar will be changed. TELEPHONE— German telephone exchanges have inaugurated a new system whereby when a number called fails to answer, the person calling may be switched to an operator who will take a message for future delivery over the 'phone'. This is an intelligent and practical thing to do, and ought to be adopted in America, as it doubtless will be. ACCIDENTS— Recent statistics show some curious facts about railroad crossing accidents which are difficult to explain. The number of automobiles struck by trains at grade crossing has been declining steadily since 1926, but the number of automobiles crashing into the side of moving trains is increasing. Evidently motorists are more careful in crossing railroad tracks than they used to be, but it is hard to imagine any person sane enough to drive a car driving that car into a railroad train. Perhaps bootleg liquor supplies the answer. Railroads have found it so much cheaper to elevate their tracks than to pay damages for crossing accidents that the time is coming soon when no important highway in America will cross a railroad at grade. The international conference for a concerted war against rats was held in Paris, France, October 7 to 12 with the delegates from eighteen countries attending. BOWELS need watching Let Dr. Caldwell help whenever your child is feverish or upset; or has caught cold. His simple prescription will make that bilious, headachy, cross boy or girl comfortable, happy, well in just a few hours. It soon restores the bowels to healthy regularity. It helps "break-up" a cold by keeping the bowels free from all that sickening mucus waste. You have a famous doctor's word for this laxative. Dr. Caldwell's record of having attended over 3500 births without the loss of one mother or baby is believed unique in American medical history. 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