anaheim-gazette 1932-06-23

MAN MADE THE TOW by RUBY M. AYRES 15th Installment Diana, in love with a married man, Dennis Waterman, is sent to the country to recover her health. She falls in love with Dr. Rathbone, whose wife, Rosalie, is a hopeless lunatic. Torn between two loves, Diana cannot decide until Linda Waterman offers to divorce her husband so he can marry Diana. Dennis refuses to accept his freedom, and Diana sends him away. Rathbone and Diana see only a hopeless future so long as Rosalie lives. Then Rosalie, who had gone for a stroll in the woods, does not return. What has happened to her? NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Unless the fog lifted it might mean being out all night in the cold and wretchedness. He turned to retrace his steps to where he had left the trap when suddenly a muffled cry broke the silence. It sounded weird and uneartily, coming, as it did, through the stilling fog blanket, and Jonas felt his skin rise in little pin points as he waited for it to be repeated. Then it came again—a woman's wailing voice. For a moment he stood petrified; then he went blindly forward as quickly as the hampering conditions would permit, in the direction from which he thought that cry came. It was not exactly a call for help— it was more like a frightened wait. "Oh, yes, madam—just sleeping heavily," Anna said quickly, with a gaint feeling of discomfort as she remembered that once in the past she had been severely admonished for administering a sleeping draught to Diana without doctor's orders. Mrs. Gladwyn sighed. "She looks very like her mother," she said. "And her mother died when she was quite a girl." She pulled herself together and took up her gloves and handbag. "I should let her sleep it out," she said vaguely. "It will probably do her a lot of good." When she had gone Anna quietly replenished the fire and went back to take another look at Diana. She was very pale—even her lips and hair seemed colourless; and in sudden alarm Anna laid a hand on Diana's arm. It was icy cold. For a moment she stood petrified with fear; then she turned and ran from the room. "Miss Diana is ill—you must fetch a doctor at once. Run down and see if Mrs. Gladwyn has gone. If not, bring her back quickly." The girl ran, returning breathlessly. "The car has just driven away." But Anna was not the sort to lose her head in a moment of emergency. "Tell Markham to call a taxi and to go at once for Dr. Rathbone—I'll give him the address." She had made a mental note of it and half asleep, she hawith one part of her sthough the other part kninot possible be true, that sat the Creature's cottage, room with its chintz wail, muslin-petticoated dressing, Rathbone sitting beside hIt wasn't such a bad one quite woke up! She wished she could smile. Down at the cottaghow cross he had been how grimly he had looked she hurled her silly little him, in the end she had aged to make him smilwent away. Diana said, "Thank you whisper, and closed her tears couldn't get through them tightly closed, and I to see he rcry. "Things always turn o people take—what you are take..." Donald had said that an asked if he would let him. She supposed he much horribly shocked really, had only looked at her wiseemed to understand. Funny that people, esp whom the world called should think anything p a deadly sin, much worst thing else. She moved restlessly, an smoke her name gently. It sounded weird and unearthly, coming, as it did, through the stilling fog blanket, and Jonas felt his skin rise in little pin points as he waited for it to be repeated. Then it came again—a woman's wailing voice. For a moment he stood petrified; then he went blindly forward as quickly as the hampering conditions would permit, in the direction from which he thought that cry came. It was not exactly a call for help—it was more like a frightened wait, but it urged the boy on till suddenly he pulled up sharply, only saving himself with difficulty as he found he was on the river bank. A sloping, muddy bank, broken away by much rain and weather; but now the cry was nearer—annest at his feet, it seemed—and he answered it with a shout, cupping his hands round his mouth to make it carry further. "Hullo... there!" His own sense of helplessness was appalling; one might as well have been imprisoned by walls as by this blanket of increasing darkness. He shouted again with all the strength of his young voice, and then, suddenly, as if by a miracle, the fog bank seemed to break for the smallest fraction of a moment, like a curtain being slowly raised by a mocking hand in order to show him the thing he sought. She was in the river ... its width away from him ... a half-drowned, piteous thing, clinging with frail hands to the overhanging bough of a rotting willow, her white face upturned, her flaming dark hair dank and horrible, her mouth wide open as if to give utterance once more to that walling cry. Jonas caught his breath; instinctively he began to tear off his coat, when the fog came silently down again shutting her out, leaving him there, shivering and helpless, on the muddy, slippery bank. It seemed a lifetime before he could nerve himself to fresh action. Everything was unreal, uncanny; the silent flowering river like a half-dead poisonous snake creeping by at his feet, and the strange impenetrable menace of the fog-enwrapped world. Jonas seemed suddenly to see Diana's face: her blue eyes, her sensitive mobile face ... "Little head running over with gold." Diana would be happy again if he left Miss Rosalie to die. He was shivering from head to foot, as with his whole body etrained forward he started and stared into the fog to where she had been. Of what use was her life? What did her happiness matter that another's, so much more precious, should be sacrificed to it? In the few seconds of his hesitation For a moment she stood petrified with fear; then she turned and ran from the room. "Miss Diana is ill—you must fetch a doctor at once. Run down and see if Mrs. Gladwyn has gone. If not, bring her back quickly." The girl ran, returning breathlessly. "The car has just driven away." But Anna was not the sort to lose her head in a moment of emergency. "Tell Markham to call a taxi and to go at once for Dr. Rathbone—I'll give him the address." She had made a mental note of it yesterday morning when she dispatched Diana's letter to him, and knowing that Rathbone had attended Diana during her illness, she though he was the most suitable one to summon. To expedite matters, she went down to interview Markham herself. But Anna's evident anxiety whipped him to swifter action. "If Dr. Rathbone is there, bring him back with you. If he is not there bring the first doctor you can find but don't come back without someone, or it will be the worse for you." She ran back to Diana and pulled the curtains, opening both windows wide. The fog was not quite so bad, one could see the lights in the street below now, like bleary yellow eyes, staring upwards. As Anna turned away her glance fell on the bottle she had left on the dressing table. She caught it up, holding it to the light; then her face whitened, for it was nearly empty. Anna permitted herself the luxury of one moment's emotion. "Oh, poor lamb!" she said pityingly. She knew a great deal more about Diana than the girl had ever dreamed—knew all about the affair with Waterman, and understood that it had ended with Diana's illness, on his side, at all events, but she had never been able to make up her mind with regard to Diana—until now, when she believed that the girl had done this deliberately in a moment of overwhelming wretchedness. She lifted her gently, laying her flat on her back, and began to chafe her cold hands. Anna had only seen Rathbone once, when Mrs. Gladwyn had sent for him after the girl's breakdown; but she had been impressed by his personality and quiet strength, and she found herself almost praying (though Anna considered prayer "old-fashioned rubbish") that he would come. She had always been rather contemptuous of Diana's weakness, realizing how easily, during her short life, the girl had allowed herself to be bandied about, the victim first of one and then of another, in the vain, un- Donald had said that asked if he would let him him. She supposed he much horribly shocked really, had only looked at her wife seemed to understand. Funny that people, esp whom the world called should think anything put a deadly sin, much worst thing else. She moved restlessly, and spoke her name gently: "Diana!" Her eyes turned to his rested there for a moment. "I'm so thirsty," she Her mouth felt all dry and Concluded Next W State Fair Show State's Day California's seventy-eight state fair, September 3 to $125,000 in prizes, pre-purses, will bring the grief of the state's resources in of the exposition. The offered in the 14 department the horse show and race Opportunity for participants from the first efforts of school student to the most exhibits of California's prosoil and factory. face; her blue eyes, her sensitive mobile face ... "Little head running over with gold..." Diana would be happy again if he left Miss Rosalie to die. He was shivering from head to foot, as with his whole body strained forward he started and stared into the fog to where she had been. Of what use was her life? What did her happiness matter that another's, so much more precious, should be sacrificed to it? In the few seconds of his hesitation it seemed to Jonas that he argued the whole question out with cold calculation before, with an effort that seemed purely physical, he pulled himself together and turned deliberately away. Let her die ... nobody would ever know. "I would do anything in the world for you." He had told Diana that more than once, and he had meant it with every fibre of his being. He was conscious of a queer sense of triumph to think that even though Diana would never know, he was fulfilling his promises. Then the cry came again; strangled, weaker, more despairing, the cry that might have come from a child or from one of the lost lambs which he and Shurey had sought for together one bitter March month after a heavy fall of snow. For one second still Jongs hesitated, standing rigid, his head craned forward in strained attention; then he turned back with quiet deliberation, scrambled down the muddy bank, and plunged into the icy river. CHAPTER XXIII Anna was perturbed. Half a dozen times she had been in to Diana, and found her sleeping always in the same position, lying on her side, her face turned against the pillows, an arm flung up above her head. Half a dozen times since the early morning when Diana had come home, and now it was past five o'clock. Mrs. Gladwyn had been into the room once before leaving for another bridge evening. "Had she been asleep all day?" she asked. "Yes, madam—she seems thoroughly worn out." She bent a little lower over Diana. "I suppose she's—all right?" she asked uncertainly. Anna had only seen Rathbone once, when Mrs. Gladwyn had sent for him after the girl's breakdown; but she had been impressed by his personality and quiet strength, and she found herself almost praying (though Anna considered prayer "old-fashioned rubbish") that he would come. She had always been rather contemptuous of Diana's weakness, realizing how easily, during her short life, the girl had allowed herself to be bandied about, the victim first of one and then of another, in the vain, unsatisfying search for something real and lasting, but there was only pity in her heart now as she tried by every means in her power to rouse Diana from her dreadful unconsciousness. One of the maids came presently, with scared eyes, to know if she could do anything to help, but Anna shook her head. She would not admit it, but she believed that time was already past when anyone could help Diana. "Hasn't Markham come back yet?" she asked. "Not yet. . . I think that's a taxi now." More breathless moments. Anna watched the door with strained eyes. If Markham had come back alone... The door opened, and she gave a little sob of relief as Rathbone strode into the room. He came straight to the bed and bent over the girl lying there. Anna, watching his face — always watching him, as if she felt he was the only hope left to her—asked a broken question: "Oh, sir . . . she's not dead, is she?" Rathbone shook his head. "No . . . what is it? What have you given her?" Anna explained as well as she could. "I only gave her four drops; she seemed so worn out, and yet she couldn't sleep; but I left the bottle on the dressing table, and the poor lamb must have taken some more. It's nearly empty now." Anna turned her face away and wept, and she would not have believed it had she been told that her tears were not so much for herself or for Diana, as for the broken-hearted look she had suddenly surprised in Donald Rathbone's eyes. CHAPTER XXIV Diana was so used to dreams. Nearly every night lately, half awake is always carefully adjusted effect will be spoiled. Yea a long, straight scarf d worn in a bow, but wha be smart or otherwise de care you take in tying scarf is not becoming yo the ascot arrangement b quires painstaking arran and half asleep, she had imagined with one part of her senses, even though the other part knew it could not possible be true, that she was back at the Creature's cottage, in the little room with its chintz wall paper and muslin-petticoated dressing table, with Rathbone sitting beside her. It wasn't such a bad dream until one quite woke up! She wished she could make him smile. Down at the cottage, no matter how cross he had been with her, or how grimly he had looked at her while he hurled her silly little troubles at him, in the end she had always managed to make him smile before he went away. Diana said, "Thank you," in a little whisper, and closed her eyes. The years couldn't get through if she kept them tightly closed, and Donald hated to see he rcry. "Things always turn out badly if people take—what you and I might take..." Donald had said that after she had asked if he would let her live with him. She supposed he must have been horribly shocked really, though he had only looked at her with eyes that seemed to understand. Funny that people, especially those whom the world called good people, should think anything physical such deadly sin, much worse than anything else. She moved restlessly, and Rathbone spoke her name gently: She Talks Well Miss Lucylle Goldsmith of Los Angeles, 16-year-old high school girl, with the cup which proves her the winner of the ninth national oratorical contest held in Washington. Dairymen Adopt Butter Slogan If "Ounce a Day" Plan, Proves Successful, to Aid Industry ANALOSTAN— Opposite Washington, in the Potomac River, is an island of a hundred acres or so which was the popular playground of the boys with whom I went to school in my 'teens. Fifty years ago Analostan Island was a deserted waste covered with second-growth timber and underbrush which almost hid the ruins of the mansion which George Mason of Gunston Hall built there before the Revolution. You got to the island from the Virginia side of the river over a crumbling causeway which was submerged at high tide. The short and easy way was to swim across the Potomac from Littlefield's wharf, carrying one's clothes out of water with one hand. A boy who couldn't do that couldn't travel with our gang. When we got there there wasn't anything to do but play pirates. Now the Roosevelt Memorial Association has bought Analostan Island and given it to the United States. It will be known as Roosevelt Island and become a public park, to which no automobiles will be admitted. I am glad to learn that it will be kept in the wild state in which I knew it and that birds and rabbits will still find it a refuge. GOLD— One way of putting the unemployed at productive work is to set them prospecting for gold. That is not so fantastic as it may sound. There are gold deposits in many places which easily Dairymen Adopt Butter Slogan If "Ounce a Day" Plan, Proves Successful, to Aid Industry In the interest of stabilizing the dairy industry, a slogan has been adopted which if universally practiced for the next couple of months will again bring this industry to somewhere near a normal level. This slogan, "An ounce a day will keep the surplus away," is explanatory of this move on the part of the dairy industry to help themselves. It is estimated that if these who are dependent upon the industry will increase their consumption of butter but one ounce a day, that will be sufficient to absorb the surplus that is threatening to place California dairying on an export basis rather than on an import basis, as is now the case. While butter is taken as the unit of measure, the same applies to all milk products. At present prices, probably no other source of food could be chosen that will supply an equivalent amount of nutrients at the same price. It is in this basis of milk and milk products supplying the necessary elements for the maintenance of body health, at the least cost, that the industry feels justified in furthering their campaign for increased consumption. Economy in living, through the use of milk and milk products, could be applied as appropriately for adoption by the consumer. Yosemite-Roads In Good Shape Motorists Advised to Take One Scenic Road to or From Valley The opening of the Big Oak Flat road into Yosemite valley makes available three gateways into the Valley—the Big Oak Flat, the Wawona and the all year highway, all of which are in good condition. The all year highway affords the best road conditions of the three routes, consequently, the fastest driving time. It is easy to drive the 83 miles from Merced to the valley in two and-a-half and given it to the United States. It will be known as Roosevelt Island and become a public park, to which no automobiles will be admitted. I am glad to learn that it will be kept in the wild state in which I knew it and that birds and rabbits will still find it a refuge. GOLD— One way of putting the unemployed at productive work is to set them prospecting for gold. That is not so fantastic as it may sound. There are gold deposits in many places which easily yield enough to pay good wages to people who know how to get the gold out. In Denver and other Colorado cities schools for gold diggers have been started. Half a dozen experienced placer miners are showing the unemployed how to wash the sands of the South Platte river for gold. Here inside the city limits of Denver, every Spring and Summer since gold was first discovered there in 1858, miners have been panning out $1.50 to $2 a day of gold per man. In the Republic of Bolivia, where there is probably more undeveloped mineral wealth than anywhere else in the world, the government is allotting five acres of mineral land to any unemployed Bolivian who wants to work it. FIRES— The city of Berkeley, California, has adopted an innovation in charging for the services of its fire department when the fire to which it is called resulted from a violation of the fire code or the protective orders of the department. That is sound common sense, and it ought to help make people more careful about taking chances with the fire laws. More than half of the fires in the past year in America, a recent report to the National Board of Underwriters stated, were of incendiary origin. Landlords and tenants, hard pressed for money, set fire to their premises to cheat the insurance companies. A general tightening up of the laws against arson and of the penalties for this form of fraud has been going on in many states. We have more fires than any other nation because so many of our buildings are still of wooden construction. It will take us another four or five hundred years to become as nearly fireproof as France or Germany. SPELLING— The other night I took part, with my farm and village neighbors, in an old fashioned "spelling bee" held in the old Congregational church at West Stockbridge Center, Massachusetts, where services have been held continuously since 1788. I was surprised, not only at the popular interest, which provided the church to the doors, but Scenic Road to or From Valley The opening of the Big Oak Flat road into Yosemite valley makes available three gateways into the Valley—the Big Oak Flat, the Wawona and the all year highway, all of which are in good condition. The all year highway affords the best road conditions of the three routes consequently, the fastest driving time. It is easy to drive the 83 miles from Merced to the valley in two and-a-half hours. Motorists should plan one way of their trip over either the Wawona or the Big Oak Flat road, however, as both of these roads afford a rugged type of scenery that is a pleasing change from the much-traveled all year road. The Wawona road has the most to offer in scenery. On this route will be found the Mariposa Grove of Big Trees, Glacier Point and Inspiration Point. There are a number of roads leading into Wawona, i.e. from Fresno, from Madera and from Merced. All are in good condition, although portions are somewhat mountainous. The road to the Mariposa Grove is open and in good condition. It is well worth the short side trip to view these majestic monarchs of the forest. Good road continues to Chinquapin, from which point the road diverges to Glacier Point. From here spreads a magnificent panorama of the valley and the "high country" back of it. Peaks and waterfalls visible from no part of the valley floor can be seen from this famous vantage point. Next one comes to Inspiration Point, where it is worth while to pause for a close up view of Bridal Veil falls spilling its wispy spray in the foreground of the valley that has proved an inspiration to so many artists and poets. Michigan People To Hold Picnic at L. B. President E. E. Haring of the Michigan State society announced this week that the Michigander all-day picnic reunion will be held Saturday, July 2, at Bixby Park, Long Beach. Basket dinner at noon will be followed by an entertainment program. County registers will aid in finding old friends. SPELLING— The other night I took part, with my farm and village neighbors, in an old fashioned "spelling bee" held in the old Congregational church at West Stockbridge Center, Massachusetts, where services have been held continuously since 1788. I was surprised, not only at the popular interest, which crowded the church to the doors, but at the proficiency in spelling displayed by most of the participants. Poor spelling results from inability to remember how words look. On the whole, I believe, country people are better spellers than the products of the city schools; they have learned from infancy to be observers, to note and remember slight differences in objects around them. Printers are good spellers because they have to be, and such ability as I have in spelling I attribute largely to my apprenticeship as a boy to the printing trade, followed by employment as a proofreader on a city daily. It is a mistake to brand anyone as ignorant because he or she is not a good speller. George Washington was ar from ignorant, but he spelled the same word three different ways in one letter! In his day the rules of spelling had not been fixed, as they have been since Noah Webster published his famous old "Blue-back Speller" and followed it with his dictionary. I almost forgot to say that the team I was on won the spelling match! FOOD— I am glad to pay my respects to Gus Waser, the Los Angeles hotel chef who won first prize in a national contest for the best dinner menu by offering a list of comestibles without a single French name among them. Here is the purely American dinner which Gus submitted: Grapefruit and orange cocktail; cream of tomato soup with crackers; roast chicken with dressing; new peas and mashed potatoes; butter biscuits, salad of lettuce and asparagus tips; pumpkin pie and coffee. It would be hard to beat that, either for its Americanism of for its appeal to the appetite. It makes me hungry to write it down. International Sunday School Lesson JACOB THE AGED FATHER Genesis 46:1-7; 28-30; 47:7 Rev. Samuel D. Price, D. D. Pharaoh had personally invited Jacob to come and take the journey in the "wagons of Joseph." Our Master Teacher is gracious in giving us aids to faith, for many are still slow of heart to believe, like the two who walked and talked with Jesus on the road to Emmaus. Those who do not believe God are those who simply will not, for the proofs concerning His person and work are abundant throughout the ages. Heart-hunger helps Jacob to become willing to enter upon the toilsome journey to Egypt. There are to be five more years of famine and then the appeal to change residence to another place where food can be found. In Hebron was the place of ancestral burial. On this traditional site are the most venerated shrines of the Mohammedans. Care is taken to bar all others but Moslems from visiting this shrine. All anxiety about the journey to Egypt was removed to Beer-Sheba. There Jacob had further audience with God at the altar of worship. This change of home was in the purpose of Jehovah as we read the promises made to Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. Jacob was a shepherd so he was given a section of land in Goshen, which lay east of what is now Cairo and contiguous to the Red Sea. Reuben was sent to announce their coming. The aged father met the first born son with outburst of thanksgiving. The meeting with Pharaoh was formal indeed, but he extends full courtesy. Read the rest of the narrative to the end of Genesis. Read the Golden text as found in (Genesis 20:12). The groundless fear of the brothers is renewed until Joseph assures them that forgiveness has been granted. What is our relationship with God? School House Built From Forest Funds A little red schoolhouse at Wood-fords, Alpine county, has been replaced by a modern $10,000 stone structure financed almost entirely by the county's share of receipts from U.S. forest service administration, according to a report from the supervisor of the Mono national forest. The most interesting feature of this building is the different kinds of ornamental rock which were gathered from three counties in California and two A little red schoolhouse at Wood-fords, Alpine county, has been replaced by a modern $10,000 stone structure financed almost entirely by the county's share of receipts from U.S. forest service administration, according to a report from the supervisor of the Mono national forest. The most interesting feature of this building is the different kinds of ornamental rock which were gathered from three counties in California and two in Nevada. Some of it was carried long distances by pack animals and some, known as copper glance, was packed out on a man's back from an inaccessible part of the Pine Nut Hills. Even the foundations contain rock similar to that used as an exhibit at the Panama Pacific Worlds fair in 1915. A roof of Spanish Cordova tile and maple floors complete an unusual schoolhouse of the eastern High Sierra region of this state. Reports Her Car Taken From Garage Emma F. Graham reported to police recently that her automobile had been stolen from the garage at her home, Placentia and Olive roads, between 4 p.m. and midnight last Friday. A.B.C. BUSINESS DIRECTORY For Quick Reference Look Under Alphabetical Classification of Business or Profession You Are Seeking. You'll Find This Anaheim Gazette Business Directory Reliable, Convenient and Profitable, USE IT. BIG AUCTION Every Saturday at 2 and 7:30 p.m., at Jack Martin's Auction House, 137 S. Lemon, Phone 3220. Private sales all the time For Cash or Easy Terms. Buy Anything—Sell Anything. "The Bargain Spot of Orange Co." Jack Martin, Prop. IRISH AUCTIONEER Funiture—Used J. P. Glenn 124 W. Willshire, Fullerton 51 Optometrists Dr. Loerch Jr.. 222 N Broadway, Santa Ana 2586 Paint Business Fullerton Paint & Paper Co. 212 N. Spadra, Fullerton 477 Physicians & Surgeons Automobile Wrecking Curran Auto Wrecking Co. L. 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