anaheim-gazette 1932-02-25

Fresh from a French convent, Jocelyn Harlowe returns to New York to her socially-elect mother, a religious, ambitious woman. The girl is hurried into an engagement with the wealthy Felix Kent. Her father, Nick Sandal, surreptiously enters the girl's home one night. He tells her he used to call her Lynda Sandal. The girl is torn by her desire to see life in the raw and to become part of her mother's society. Her father studies her surroundings. Lynda visits her father in his dingy quarters. She finds four men playing cards when she arrives. One of them, Jock Ayleward, her father tells her, is like a son to him. Lynda says a second visit to her father and Jock takes her home, on the way stopping with her at an underworld cabaret. Jocks asks her to dance. Jock gets into a fight with a gangster who insists on dancing with Lynda He then takes Lynda home. Later she mentions Felix's name to Jock and Ayleward's face displays his demoniac hatred of the millionaire. Jock tells Lynda that Felix caused him to be sent to jail unjustly by fixing up his report on a mine. Lynda says she doesn't believe his story. She pays another visit to her father and goes to a cabaret with him and dances with Jock, who suddenly stops and tells her he is going to take her right home. He had seen Felix dancing with another woman. Felix tells Jocelyn that Jock is a worthless scamp, Later Lynda tells Jock she does not believe in his innocence but will try and find, through Felix, some letters Jock claims will clear his name. Marcella finds her jewels stolen and hires a private detective, who uncovers then with a cry he gathered her up into his arms and carried her about the room, kissing her wildly, ruthlessly, at his will, until she went limp and her head dropped back. Then Felix laid her down on the floor and as soon as her eyelids fluttered he went out, locking the door. He came, mopping his bitten lip and laughing, to the desk. "Look here, Cracken," he said. "This isn't at all the sort of case it looks like. The girl is one of these silly debutantes. She's been put up to a wild sort of prank by some of her friends and she's had her lesson. What name did she give you?" "First Jimmie Grant and then Lynda May." "Well, of course, neither is her real name. I want to hush this thing up and withdraw the charge and take her home with me now. The poor kid is all in. She fainted." "About them papers, Mr. Kent?" Kent's laughter was difficult but it still came, a short hard laughter. "That's all right. I'll get them back. The little devil wanted to give me a scare. When I lay hands on the boy that helped her—" His fist on the desk top whitened. The police officer who looked down at it whistled. "Well, what do I have to do to get this child out of the jug and to keep the whole silly business quiet?" Cracken, with some unwillingness, explained what might be done. There was of course no accuser but Mr. Kent, the robbed man, himself. If he withdrew the charge the young lady might walk out, provided... The proviso being cared for, Felix returned to the locked room and found Jocelyn sitting dazedly against the wall. hind her, then at him, jewels? Felix was startled for away from his own bitternation. He looked at the Marcella's flat breast. Slim hands over it. jewels." "I didn't know—" Of course. I forgot to be told. I have had... here, hidden They they are a trust They've I have a detective tracing mustn't say a word," she him. Jocelyn stood and lo clothing on her bed and her body moved, strong and lay the outer semblance daughter, Lynda Sandal, gan to know that it was outer semblance that had was Lynda Sandal's self there looking down at Liquid attire. The night al., the adventure and the wild furtive delight that surely to it had killed, in own contrary intention, Sandal but Jocelyn Harlo vent girl, Marcella's present lady bride of Felix Ken Forever. Now lived and woman of strong will and with courage to face and the bitter courage for the reality. A woman who Ayleward, no other man go to him through any bar if she must at his dishonor. Rapidly and surely sn into the queer little symmetry even ran her fingerless hair. She meant to sh and Felix a changed cha Anaheim, Calif., Feb. 25, 1932 she doesn't believe his story. She pays another visit to her father and goes to a cabaret with him and dances with Jock, who suddenly stops and tells her he is going to take her right home. He had seen Felix dancing with another woman. Felix tells Jocelyn that Jock is a worthless scamp. Later Lynda tells Jock she does not believe in his innocence but will try and find, through Felix, some letters Jock claims will clear his name. Marcella finds her jewels stolen and hires a private detective, who uncovers the mysterious prowlings of Lynda, without knowing who she is. Lynda suspects her father. Jocelyn recides to marry Felix quickly and preparations are made for the wedding. She asks him to tell her the combination of his safe, as a mark of his confidence in her. Armed with the combination and accompanied by Jock, Linda enters Felix office at night, abstracts the wanted papers from the safe and throws them down to Jock, who is waiting below. Then she is captured by the janitor and turned over to the police. Felix learns the next morning in Washington, that a "boy" had broken into his safe. Felix finds Lynda in a cell and demands of her the papers she took from his safe. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY He laughed grimly to cover his furious astonishment, his growing fright. She seemed to him a changeling. "Do you know what you've done? Do you even begin to know what you are up against? You, Jocelyn Harlowe, have been caught in the act of housebreaking and theft. You are in the hands of the law. Do you know anything about power?" "More than I did," quoth Lynda. His fist on the desk top whitened. The police officer who looked down at it whistled. "Well, what do I have to do to get this child out of the jug and to keep the whole silly business quiet?" Cracken, with some unwillingness, explained what might be done. There was of course no accuser but Mr. Kent, the robbed man, himself. If he withdrew the charge the young lady might walk out, provided... The proviso being cared for, Felix returned to the locked room and found Jocelyn sitting dazedly against the wall, her head dropped forward on her knees. She seemed a mere limp bundle of old clothes. He helped her up and, getting her hat, pulled it down over her eyes and so, shielding her from amused and pitying observation, he halfcarried and half dragged her out to his waiting limousine. As they moved silently up the city's crowded avenues Felix presently remembered the conversation that took place as they drove fast seaward with the wind in their eyes. At the end of a careful reconstruction of this conversation he spoke and looked down at her white cramped face. "U-hum... The Rappel parson's son... Jock Ayleward. Felix leaned back. "Where and how did you meet him?" he asked quietly. She said. "I met him in my father's rooms." "Your—father's?" "Nick Sandal. He is in this city. He came one night to see me in the apartment." But if Felix, if her mother, must know that Nick had visited her—what about the jewels? "How long ago was that?" Her eyes, deeply remorseful, deeply miserable, sought his. "Just after our engagement was announced. He saw it in the papers." Her eyes filled and overflowed silently. "I love Nick, Felix." event girl. Marcella's present lady bride of Felix Kern Forever. Now lived and woman of strong will and courage to face and the bitter courage for the reality. A woman who Ayleward, no other man go to him through any bar if she must at his dishonor Rapidly and surely snatch into the queer little sympathy and even ran her finger hair. She meant to shout and Felix a changed character. She went into the living stood there facing Felix I Now," she announced even with pity for him voice and eyes. "I will not thing, Felix. I am not any more at all." Felix after a long stare "Who in heaven's name tending to be now?" "This is the costume of ant, Felix, romantic enough dangerous make-belleve. It again. But I did want to see me like this. Because if you once could see me am . . . and, Felix I much to—to possess—" "You say things!" "Because I knew that if spoke the real things of you would never want wife." "I want you for my doggedly and with a sudden I'll not let you go down streets—or into the mud. In spite of your madness wickedness. And now, to you, tell me what you know get on with the search for I take it that you understory this man could make of me." "I love that man. I clear himself even if it makes price of your ruin, Felix. Felix, very still and girly came up to her. "You choose me for then? People who have age or the folly to do that regretted it. Always. If you I have seen men kneel." "Yes I have been kneel prototype. I won't kneel you, Felix. What are you." "First," he said, "I'll turn to the police station and help to the tender methods that for getting information what that means?" "Yes. But—" They both looked about their lips. Marcella came into the started toward Lynda wry of relief, then chucking. "It isn't Jocelyn. Tell stood looking from Kent strange girl All at once highly colored. She clenched him curiously uu She ran over to the door." with Nick's cool irony. Her master's spirit winced and hardened. "You know very little as yet. Listen to me, Jocelyn, and don't dare to defy me. It is my generosity alone that can get you out of this ugly, this horrible fix. Do you want to go to prison? State's prison? There are still prisons, believe me, where insolent women prisoners are flogged. Tied up and flogged." "You've sent other people to prison," cried Lynda, "people very much less guilty than I am." His narrowed ice eyes probed her wide ones. Her face was like a pale lamp; his like a blue silver of steel. They glowed and glittered at each other for an instant silently. "Whom have you in your mind? What secret influence has been at work in your life? What has led you to deceive me, Jocelyn? To deceive your mother? Do you remember that we are to be married tomorrow noon? She shook her head and moistened her lips, trying to say 'No.'" "Yes. Nothing you can possibly do or say can prevent you now from becoming my wife tomorrow. I'll take you out of this and carry you home and whey you've told me the truth of your ugly and wicked escapade, you can wash yourself and burn these horrible clothes. Where in heaven's name did you get them? And get some sleep and then you will put on your wedding dress and come to St. Peter's and . . . after you are Mrs. Felx Kent . . ." He paused. Her brave wide eyes had filled. "After you are my wife," he said and "You've been seeing your father often?"" "I've been to see him at night. I would climb down the fire escape from my bedroom window." Felix stopped her with a despairing gesture and, bending forward, put his hands over his eyes. From this position he demanded in a smothered voice, "You met Jock Ayleward in your father's room?" "Yes. I did not like him. I did not believe in him. I believed in you." "Now," he said breathing hard and speaking through his teeth, "you will give me the whereabouts of this gentleman whom you did not believe nor like nor trust but for whose sake you made a spectacle of yourself in the New York streets at night, and lied and dressed like a man and stole and would ruin me." He shook her fiercely as though he would have shaken her to death. "Give me his address. I'll get him." But that she steadfastly refused to do. At last they reached her mother's home. Quickly and as noloelessly as possible Felix took Jocelyn through the outer room and down the passage and thrust her in at her own bedroom door. "Get into your own clothes; be quick," he commanded and managed to close her in and to be back in the front room by the time Marcella, with Mary at her heels, came into it herself. Marcella was lined, livid, sick. He told where he had found Jocelyn. "Felix, tell me—do you think that she knows anything about . . ." Marcella's voice had an almost sinuous furtiveness as she looked about and be- Homes of C. H. Elchler wick of Yorba Linda were ransacked by burglars Friday but nothing was discovered when the owners returned noon, according to reports from Sheriff's office. Deputies boys searching for money sible. Katella Student Qualify for C Mary Kathryn Cooney Newton and Anna Claire winners of three group held at the Katella school on Thursday of this week uled to participate in finals at the First Preebyteria Santa Ana. The contest under the supervision of committee appointed by Peterkin, director of traffic the state motor vehicle department Orange county schools. school examinations were teachers under supervisor Warren Mendenhall. hind her, then at him, "about my—jewels?" Felix was startled for an instant away from his own biting preoccupation. He looked at the silver cross on Marcella's flat breast. She placed her thin hands over it. "No. No my jewels." "I didn't know—" "Of course. I forgot you were not to be told. I have had some jewels here, hidden. They are not mine. They are a trust They've been stolen. I have a detective tracing them. You mustn't say a word," she excitedly told him. Jocelyn stood and looked at the clothing on her bed and the blood in her body moved, strong and free. There lay the outer semblance of Neck's daughter, Lynda Sandal, and she began to know that it was not only the outer semblance that had returned. I was Lynda Sandal's self that stood there looking down at Lynda Sandal's quaint attire. The night's work with all the adventure and the pain and the wild furtive delight that had led her surely to it had killed, in spite of her own contrary intention, not Lynda Sandal but Jocelyn Harlowe. The convent girl, Marcela's prisoner, the young lady bride of Felix Kent, had gone. Forever. Now lived and breathed a woman of strong will and vivid passion, with courage to face and to find, with the bitter courage for truth and for reality. A woman who loved Jock Wayward, no other man; who would go to him through any barrier, to stand if she must at his dishonored side. Rapidly and surely she got herself into the queer little symbolic costume and even ran her fingers through her hair. She meant to show Marcella and Felix a changed character. VERY LATEST by MARY MARSHALL Bunnies, chickens, kittens or ducks you'll find them all well represented in the shops and departments where you go to buy clothes for babies and very little folks. This season they are especially well represented and if you want your baby's wardrobe to be really up to date be sure that these small creatures are part of the decorative Supervisors Take Up Many Problems No Bids Received for $30,000 Issue of 5% San Clemente School Bonds Taking up many matters of interest to the public welfare, Supervisors John C. Mitchell, C. H. Chapman, William Schumacher, Willard Smith and County Clerk J. M. Backs met last week and authorized reduction of assessed valuation of real estate on assessor's map No. 46 for fiscal years 1929-30, and 1930-1931. Other actions of the board were: Demands on the county of Orange were allowed as read. Petition of W. E. Hennion et al. to vacate and abandon public alleys in the second road district was granted. Petition of Ernest R. Suart et al. to vacate and abandon public street in the second road district was granted. Petition of James G. Mexwell et al. to vacate discontinued and abandon public alley in the fourth road district was granted. Supervisor Jeffrey arrives and assists his duties as supervisor. Petition of Aaron Buchheim et al. to vacate and abandon a public street in Fifth Road District was granted. Petition of Charles D. Brown et al. to vacate and abandon certain public road Newport avenue in the fifth road district was granted. No bids being received for the $30,-000 issue of 5 per cent bonds of San Clemente school district the matter was continued to March 1, 1932 at 10:00 A.M. Reduction of assessed valuation of real estate on assessor's map No. 46 for fiscal years 1929-30 and 1930-31 was ordered made. County Auditor was directed to draw a warrant for registration clerks as set forth in certified list presented by the county clerk. Claim of Everett W. Brockman against the county/Orange for injuries received while crossing Yorba bridge was denied. Claim of Roy C. Binnlon against the event girl, Marcelia's prisoner, the young lady bride of Felix Kent, had gone. Forever. Now lived and breathed a woman of strong will and vivid passion, with courage to face and to find, with the bitter courage for truth and for reality. A woman who loved Jock Ayleward, no other man; who would go to him through any barrier, to stand if she must at his dishonored side. Rapidly and surely she got herself into the queer little symbolic costume and even ran her fingers through her hair. She meant to show Marcelia and Felix a changed character. She went into the living-room and stood there facing Felix Kent. "Now," she announced clearly and even with pity for him in her cool voice and eyes, "I will tell you everything, Felix. I am not afraid of you any more at all." Felix after a long staring look said, "Who in heaven's name are you preending to be now?" "This is the costume of a silly truant, Felix, romantic enough to enjoy a dangerous make-believe. I'll not wear it again. But I did want to force you to see me like this. Because I felt that if you once could see me as I really am...and, Felix I much more wanted to possess—" "You say things!" "Because I knew that if I looked and spoke the real things of my nature you would never want me for your wife." "I want you for my wife," he said doggedly and with a sudden dark flush. I'll not let you go down into the streets—or into the mud. I'll save you on spite of your madness and your wickedness. And now, to begin saving you, tell me what you know and let's get on with the search for my papers. Take it that you understand what use this man could make of them to ruin one." "I love that man. I want him to clear himself even if it must be at the price of your ruin, Felix." Felix, very still and grim and white, came up to her. "You choose me for your enemy when? People who have had the courage or the folly to do that have always regretted it. Always. I am warning you I have seen men kneel and cry—" "Yes I have been knelt to, as your prototype. I won't kneel nor cry to you, Felix. What are you going to do?" "First," he said, "I'll take you back to the police station and hand you over to the tender methods they use there or getting information You know what that means?" "Yes. But—" They both looked about and closed their lips. Marcelia came into the room She started toward Lynda with a quick cry of relief, then checked herself staring. "It isn't Jocelyn. Tell me—" She stood looking from Kent to the tall strange girl All at once her face deeply colored. She clenched her hands and moved them curiously up and down. She ran over to the door that led back want your baby's wardrobe to be really up to date be sure that these small creatures are part of the decorative scheme. On blankets, crib covers, carriage robes and bonnets you may use appliqué animals cut from white clerderown. Turn in the edges and sew into place around the edges, taking care that your stitches are small enough to hide unseen in the soft material. On knitted sweaters or caps the decoration can be made with cross stitches done in heavy silk or fine wool yarn in contrasting color. On a white sweatier you may work with yellow, red, pink or blue, while a tan or beige sweater may be trimmed with brown. Simply thread the yarn or silk into a coarse needle and work the cross stitches as you would on linen, taking one cross stitch in each stitch of the knitting. The diagram shows how to take the cross stitches for a duck two inches in width. If you are uninterested in ducks and prefer some other device, you can work out the arrangement of cross stitches without too great difficulty. Simply draw intersecting lines on a piece of paper and then experiment with the crosses until you have a design that pleases you. RADIO REPAIR SERVICE WARREN DOLLER 847 S. Philadelphia Street Formerly with Wiley B. Allen Co. PHONE 3358 Anaheim, Calif. Mother of 7—Still Young Mother of 7—Still Young THE woman who gives her organs the right stimulant need not worry about growing old. Her system doesn't stagnate; her face doesn't age. She has the health and "pep" that come from a lively liver and strong, active bowels. When you're sluggish and the system needs help, don't take a lot of "patent medicines." 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When you feel weak and run-down or a coated tongue or bad breath warns you the bowels need to be stimulated. Give it to children instead of strong laxatives that sap their strength. It isn't expensive. The Way of Life By BRUCE BARTON THE FORGOTTEN ANANIAS Some years ago a chicken thief committed a series of robberies on big estates outside New York. He got away with some very fancy stock. Finally, one of the gentleman farmers, whom we shall call Van Norton, hired a private detective and caught the miscreant. Sitting in a New York club a few nights later, Van Norton received the congratulations of his neighbors. "You did a fine thing," they said. "Now we hope you'll send the rascal over the road for a good long stretch." "What do you mean, send him over the road?" Van Norton asked. "Why, prosecute him. Send him to jail." "Prosecute him? I don't intend to prosecute him." They were incredulous. "Surely you're going to see that he is punished for all the loss and worry he has caused." "Just a minute," Van Norton responded quietly. Do prosecute him. Suppose I get a conviction and a What will happen? Ten years from now my name tioned in a gathering such as this, and somebody will s 'Van Norton? Van Norton? Let's see. Won't learn some chicken stealing business a little while ago." It is a curious fact of human nature that we forget the best in our fellow men, while a single stain of scandal clings to our memories forever. If I were to mention any reader of this newspaper the name Judas, he would tell me immediately who Judas was. "He was the treacherous apostle, the betrayer of his Lord." If I were to mention the name Ananias, I should get a response almost too prompt. "Ananias? Why, Ananias was the man who claimed to have sold all his property and turned the proceeds over to the apostles. But he held some of it back, and for telling that lie he was struck dead. He was the prince of lies." But how many readers remember this story? When the apostle Paul saw the vision by which he was converted, he was divinely guided into Damascus to the house of a faithful disciple. What was the disciple's name? Judas. Another disciple was sent to Paul to minister to his needs. What was his name? Ananias. Everybody remembers Judas the betrayer and Ananias the liar. Nobody remembers the other Judas and the other Ananias. I were almost too prompt. "Ananias? Why, Ananias was the man who claimed to have sold all his property and turned the proceeds over to the apostles. But he held some of it back, and for telling that lie he was struck dead. He was the prince of liars." But how many readers remember this story? When the apostle Paul saw the vision by which he was converted, he was divinely guided into Damascus to the house of a faithful disciple. What was the disciple's name? Judas. Another disciple was sent to Paul to minister to his needs. What was his name? Ananias. Everybody remembers Judas the betrayer and Ananias the liar. 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