anaheim-gazette 1932-06-30

MAN MADE THE TOWNS by RUBY M. AYRES Final Installment He slipped an arm beneath her head and held something to her lips. He had done this before too, only that time it had been tea—tea which Jenny had brought upstairs. This time it was horrid stuff. Perhaps the kettle hadn’t boiled properly. Nothing annoyed the Creature more than to be given tea when the water hadn’t boiled properly. The nice Creature! Diana hoped the sea wasn’t always rough in Britany like it had been on the picture postcard she sent. “Diana.” It was wonderful how real voices sometimes sounded in a dream; she found herself listening with strained attention to hear it once more, but everything was silent, and a sigh of bitter disappointment escaped her. The other half of her senses was waking up now; the half that told her that she was only dreaming, and Diana knew only too well what that meant. It meant that presently she would hear Anna drawing the curtains, their rattle always made such a nasty little rattle, and she would have to yawn elaborately and pretend she had slept well before she opened her eyes to the world of emptiness. “Diana.” She turned again to where in her dream Rathbone had sat beside her. He was still there, leaning a little towards her, his dark eyes on her face. “Can you leave her for a moment, sir; I’ll stay.” He shook his head, but she said urgently: “Theres someone downstairs who wants to see you—a man named Hobson—he says he must see you—that he’s been looking for you all night.” “Hobson.” Rathbone seemed to wake with a little start. “Oh, yes—tell him to give you a message.” “他 won’t sir—he says he must see you—if it’s only for a moment.” Anna hesitated. Rathbone looked so worn out, but after a moment she said reluctantly, “I’m afraid it’s something very urgent, sir.” “Very well. I’ll come...” He bent over Diana, his fingers on her wrist for a moment; then he turned and walked out of the room. Anna took his place at the foot of the bed. Physically she was half asleep, but her brain had never been more active and awake. She was thinking how queer it was that some women got all the love, while others, more worthy and hard working, were passed by. She knew how near Diana had been to death; she knew that there had been one moment at least during the long, terrible night, when even Rathbone himself had given up hope... or hadn’t he? She could not be quite sure, but she knew that if ever a man had fought for Diana’s. It was as if by sheer will power he had hanged her from slippping away. there seemed something humour in it as he sat there on Diana’s face. She was his wife—the his life; even if he had nee again, nobody would ever near to her place in his hood. And she loved him; for he lost himself in the way she did not wish—her with every impluse hood. Somewhere in the house chimed six, and he stood up his arms, feeling weared yet, amidst all the tragedy ing him, conscious of a quiet happiness which nothing Diana stirred a little, as of his movement, fearing leaving her. Rathbone stood still, and her head, looking at him, conscious eyes, whispering “Donald...” “Yes, my heart.” Her hand fluttered a lilim him, and he took it in his strongly, as if with it he to body and soul. He saw a little doubt fh her eyes and vanish. “It isn’t a dream?” she “No, Diana.” “And you’ll never send again?” that she was only dreaming, and Diana knew only too well what that meant. It meant that presently she would hear Anna drawing the curtains, their rattle always made such a nasty little rattle, and she would have to yawn elaborately and pretend she had slept well before she opened her eyes to the world of emptiness. "Diana." She turned again to where in her dream Rathbone had sat beside her. He was still there, leaning a little towards her, his dark eyes on her face. Diana kept very still. Perhaps she might manage to fall asleep again and go on dreaming if she was very careful. She wished he would hold her hand, but you couldn't do that in dreams. It would be like the dream you had sometimes that yog were falling down a great hill. A dream in which you knew that any moment you might reach the bottom and be killed, only you never did. She began to whimper faintly: "Let me go... let me go..." "Diana." She knew that she was sinking away, but she did not mind. There was no bed under her any more, but just clouds—soft, fleecy clouds that were letting her down with infinite gentleness into oblivion. But a voice called her. She forced her heavy eyes to open and to look into eyes that were bent above her, compelling, almost praying to her, it seemed. "Diana... listen... listen to me... Oh, my beloved, try to understand... Can you hear me?... I will never leave you again... Diana!" It was Donald's voice, though she had never before heard it with that note of agony; something must be the matter; he was in trouble—unhappy, and that was not like him; he was always so ready to bear other people's troubles and forget his own. But she could not help him now—she was too tired to try any more to make him smile. If he would just let her alone—she was quite happy. "Never leave you again... never leave you again..." She turned her face fretfully from him; she didn't believe him, it was just another... ruse... to keep her from going to sleep; the sleep she had longed for so wearily and tried so hard to capture—the might leave her along now she had so nearly won through at last. "Diana..." It was as if he were fighting her for every step of the ground over which she was slowly slipping away, and at first she knew contentedly that he was losing, that in spite of her weakness and his strength he would not be able to hold her back. Funny, that seemed—for a great big man to be conquered by a little girl. She began to be faintly interested, to more active and awake. She was thinking how queer it was that some women got all the love, while others, more worthy and hard working, were passed by. She knew how near Diana had been to death; she knew that there had been one moment at least during the long, terrible night, when even Rathbone himself had given up hope... or hadn't he? She could not be quite sure, but she knew that if ever a man had fought for Diana's. It was as if by sheer will power he had kept her from slipping away. Of course, he was in love with her. Anna found an odd satisfaction in a discovery of which she was certain that everybody else was as yet ignorant. Mrs. Gladwyn had refused to come into the room at all; she had taken cowardly refuge in a fit of hysteria when she was told that by mistake Diana had taken an overdose of morphine and might die. It had given Anna some satisfaction, also, to be free to smack her face with a wet towel and tell her to behave; Anna had never liked Mrs. Gladwyn, and this seemed a heaven-sent opportunity to repay the many little indignities she had suffered at that lady's hands. She was half dozing, holding firmly to the bed rail, when Rathbone came back, it might have been five minutes or half an hour later; at five o'clock in the morning it is difficult to keep track of time. Anna started awake, smiling in nervous apology, a smile which quickly faded as she was Rathbone's face. "Why—sir!" she stammered. He waved her away impatiently. "It's all right. You can go. You had better go to bed. I shall stay till the morning." "If you would like me to stay..." Anna ventured timidly. "No. Markham's up if I want anything." Anna crept away, closing the door behind her. CHAPTER XXVI Rathbone went back to his old place beside Diana. There was a curious gray look in her face, and he sat for a long time, his hands clenched between his knees, his eyes staring blankly before him. He kept seeing nightmare pictures of a river, of a woman and of a boy—a boy who had given his life in an unavailing attempt to save her. Hobson had broken down and sobbed as he told how they had at last found them: "Clasped in each other's arms they were—as if she'd clung to him and dragged him down. I'd have given my life, sir, rather than anything should have happened to her..." Diana stirred a little in her sleep, and Rathbone turned his head slowly and looked at her. Better Rosalie's had longed for so wearily and tried so hard to capture—he might leave her along now she had so nearly won through at last. "Diana . . ." It was as if he were fighting her for every step of the ground over which she was slowly slipping away, and at first she knew contentedly that he was losing, that in spite of her weakness and his strength he would not be able to hold her back. Funny, that seemed—for a great big man to be conquered by a little girl. She began to be faintly interested, to wonder why it should be. Life was full of things impossible to explain. She only knew that she was utterly weary and that she wanted to sleep. She said so presently, half crying, feebly, but he was relentless; he would not let her go. For a moment she fought him with the last remnants of her strength; then suddenly she gave in, with a little sigh and a half smile. "You've got you own way, then." She had said that to him once before—long ago—and he had answered, "I generally do in the long run." She waited now to hear him say it again. The dream wasn't coming right, somehow. She opened her eyes with a last effort, trying to see his face, but now she couldn't... he was hiding it from her, against her hands, as he had done that night in the train. He was unhappy—and she hated him to be unhappy; she knew so well how it felt. She gave a little sigh of weary capitulation. "You always get your own... way," she whispered. The last word was lost as she fell asleep. It was nearly five o'clock in the morning when Anna, who had steadily refused to take any rest, slipped again into Diana's room. Rathbone was still there, standing at the foot of the bed, his eyes on Diana's quiet face. Anna crept up to him. "Is she—better?" Rathbone nodded silently. "Is she—will she—live?" "Please God." Anna closed her eyes for a moment; then she asked, He kept seeing nightmare pictures of a river, of a woman and of a boy—a boy who had given his life in an unavailing attempt to save her. Hobson had broken down and sobbed as he told how they had at last found them: "Clasped in each other's arms they were—as if she'd clung to him and dragged him down. I'd have given my life, sir, rather than anything should have happened to her..."" Diana stirred a little in her sleep, and Rathbone turned his head slowly and looked at her. Better Rosalie's life than this child's, if one of them had to go. If it had been Diana... the last six weeks rose before him, a nightmare panorama. He had tried to do the best thing for her, and he had done the worst. He had meant to be kind, and he had only succeeded in being brutally cruel. In an aching imagination he saw her again sitting at that long dining table in her white frock—so far away from him and so brave. He had not guessed that it had been as great a torment to her as it had been to him. Supposing he had still been away? He knew that the chances were that Diana would have died. This night had settled all question of the future; not again would he let her go away from him. He would have to find some way... Then suddenly he remembered—the river—and Hobson's broken story. He was free, but at what a cost. The life of the woman whom he had cared for and sheltered for so many years, and the life of a boy who as yet had known nothing of life. Perhaps in that Jonas was fortunate; he was a dreamer, and dreamers suffer, Rathbone knew that now the story of his marriage would have to be made known; something fresh for the claws of gossiping vultures to tear to pieces. Not that he cared for himself, but it hurt him inexpressibly for Diana's sake, and in a lesser degree for Rosalie's. She had meant nothing in his life, and yet he knew he would never forget her, the pitiful, unreal thing that had lived for so long in his shadow. "Rosalie, wife of Donald Rathbone." That was what the vultureess would expect him to write on her tombstone; Progress Made In Gas Storage Report to Railroad Body Asks One Head for Gas and Oil Control The necessity of a close correlation of oil and natural gas production and the suggestion that the interest of the public and that of oil producing interests may require the appointment of some single individual upon whom can be put the "responsibility of creating and maintaining the control of the diversified problems" of these industries is suggested in a report made to the railroad commission by Claude C. Brown, gas and electric engineer, of that body. The report points out both the progress that has been made in natural gas in the past twenty years and the work yet to be done in this regard. Discussing the progress made in the past three years in the conservation of the natural gas resources of California, Brown presents figures showing that during this period the production of gas has been reduced 31 per cent, the total utilization has been increased 2½ per cent, the sales to utilities increased 41 per cent and the wastage reduced 72 per cent. There was, during the month of March of this year, an average daily blow to the air of 45 million cubic feet of gas as compared with one billion cubic feet in October, 1929, a reduction of 96 per cent. Outlines Problems Outlining problems now before the state, the report has the following to say: "The problem of the conservation of natural gas in California is not alone the problem of the oil industry. It is a problem which involves the oil industry as the producer, the gas utilities as the distributors, and the residents of California as the consumers. The preservation and conservation of this valuable natural resource is vital to all three classes, to the oil industry for Washington, D. C.—Probably what the average man wants to know most about what Congress has already completed is: How does it affect me individually? Well, the new tax bill affects everybody. In theory, some of the manufacturers' taxes are supposed to be absorbed by the trade, but in practice, all taxes are passed on to the ultimate consumer. There is a tax on soft drinks, for example, and the consumer is going to pay it whenever he buys even a bottle of soda pop, perhaps not by paying more, but maybe by getting less for his nickel. Every time anybody buys a watch or a piece of jewelry or any kind of sporting goods, he is going to pay more for them. Those taxes and many of the others are effective as of June 21st of this year. The average citizen is going to pay some of them in his monthly electric light bill, which will carry a 3 percent tax. On every long distance telephone message costing more than fifty cents he will pay ten cents or more, according to the distance. Telegrams now cost us all five percent more. If your local movie theatre charges more than forty cents the tax is one cent on every ten cents above forty cents. If you have a bank account, every check you write will cost you two cents, which will be charged against your account by the bank. Beginning on the 6th day of July every letter will cost three cents instead of two. The married man with one child with a net income of $3,000 has not had to pay any income tax the last few years. Next year he will have to pay the treasury $4, because his personal exemption has been reduced from $3500 to $2500. If he earns $4000 in 1932 his income tax payable next..." Rathbone stood still, and she turned or head, looking at him with half-inclusive eyes, whispering his name. "Donald . . ." "Yes, my heart." Her hand fluttered a little towards me, and he took it in his quiet androngly, as if with it he took her also,dy and soul. He saw a little doubt flicker across her eyes and vanish. "It—isn't a dream?" she asked. "No, Diana." "And you'll never send me away aln?" "Never, again." She gave a sigh of contentment. "I don't . . . know . . . what's going happen to us," she said drowsily,if asleep once more. "But . . . I know . . . it will be all right, always . . . if we're together." Rathbone bent and just touched her with his own. "Yes, my heart—it will be all right always—if we're together." THE END VERY LATEST by MARY MARSHALL For your vacation wardrobe there be a number of clever little caps and rets that you can crochet in mesh patch. There are knitted and crochet eaters and blouses, both in cotton read and wool. Irish type of crochet ce that you can learn to do yourself used for collars, cuffs, and gilets. The sketch shows a new sports dress light-weight wool jersey with rochet collar and short shoulder seves. It's a tricky little collar, shapelike a boyish turn-down, but actually applied to the dress as a sort of Outlining problems now before the state, the report has the following to say: "The problem of the conservation of natural gas in California is not alone the problem of the oil industry. It is a problem which involves the oil industry as the producer, the gas utilities as the distributors, and the residents of California as the consumers. The preservation and conservation of this valuable natural resource is vital to all three classes, to the oil industry for its propulsive force in raising the oil to the surface, to the distributing utilities in prolonging the useful life of the investment in pipe lines and equipment made for its distribution, and to the public in the economical and prolonged use of this high heat content fuel at reasonable cost. "All of these three classes have a definite and common interest in what is done to conserve both the gas and the oil resources of California. Wanton waste or uneconomical production of either or both of these commodities will detrimentally affect all. Reasonable conservation and economical production will incur to the benefit of all. Not Impossible "The quantity of oil and gas stored in the ground in California, although extensive, is limited. They are not resources that can be replaced as used. They cannot be 'reforrested' as is timber, for the reason that it took millions of years for nature to accumulate the deposits upon which we are now drawing and it would take millions of years more to again deposit what we withdraw. "Cooperative curtailment of production is difficult but not impossible. It is being effectively carried out at Kettleman hills. Correlation of supply and demand of both oil and gas is difficult but not impossible. Control of the situation through legislative measures and through action of the courts is, of necessity, slow and limited to the area of jurisdiction of the court. The problems involved are of a technical nature, including engineering and commercial phases, as well as legal questions. The element of time is involved tor in the case of the correlation of the supply and demand of gas, while the fluctuations in the available supply are not sunden, the fluctuations in the demand may be, and oftentimes are, extremely wide and sudden, due to temperature and weather conditions. Storage Cost High "The recent effort to initiate legislation creating an agency to control the production of oil in California having been defeated at the polls leaves the situation as before. The oil producers, both large and small, are left to produce as they see fit, modified only by such curtailment agreements as they may voluntarily agree to, and to the restrictions in gas storage imposed upon them by the state; little or no forty cents. If you have a bank account, every check you write will cost you two cents, which will be charged against your account by the bank. Beginning on the 6th day of July every letter will cost three cents instead of two. The married man with one child with a net income of $3,000 has not had to pay any income tax the last few years. Next year he will have to pay the treasury $4, because his personal exemption has been reduced from $3500 to $2500. If he earns $4000 in 1932 his income tax payable next year will be $44 instead of $16.88 which he paid this year. Almost every state has a gasoline tax, and everybody is used to paying it. It runs up to 6 cents a gallon in some states. But now on top of that the government is going to charge manufactures of gasoline one cent a gallon. If your family uses cold cream, lipstick or other cosmetics, they will cost 10 percent more, but toothpaste and toilet soaps carry only a 5 percent tax. Cameras pay a 10 percent tax under the new law. The automobile tax of three percent will make a difference of $30 in a thousand dollar car. That isn't going to hit very many people very hard this year. Tires will carry a 2¼ percent tax, so that if this tax is passed on, the dealer selling a tire that has been priced $10 should not charge more than twenty-five cents advance. But there is also a tax of four cents a pound on tires and inner tubes. One advantage the Democrats always have over the Republicans is that they hold their national convention a couple of weeks later, and so have a chance to sense the public's reaction to the Republican platform and nominees. This gives the Democrats a chance to promise more than the Republicans promised, wherever they think it is going to get them votes. That may easily be the case this year in the matter of the prohibition plank in the respective party platforms. That is what the Democrats tried in 1928, but their broader promises to the wets didn't carry very many states. The danger in this sort of political promising for vote-getting purposes is that no matter how they talk, before election, American people have never had the habit of voting as groups or classes. Many a man in private life, as well as in public life, talks wet and votes dry. There are always a lot of efforts in Presidential years to capture the labor vote, but there never was any such thing as the labor vote as such. Members of labor unions are just like other human beings and they vote Republican or Democrat, according to their up-bringing and personal likes and dislikes. As the Democratic National Convention now is under way there is a very Storage Cost High "The recent effort to initiate legislation creating an agency to control the production of oil in California having been defeated at the polls leaves the situation as before. The oil producers, both large and small, are left to produce as they see fit, modified only by such curtailment agreements as they may voluntarily agree to, and to the restrictions in gas wastage imposed upon them by the state; little or no correlation exists between the production or natural gas and the demand for it and little or no correlation between the agencies of supply and demand. "The production and utilization of oil and natural gas are inseparable. If a minimum of natural gas wastage is to be attained, its production must vary seasonally. If the production of natural gas is to vary with the demand for it, the consequent production of oil must vary with it. It is not feasible to store large quantities of natural gas. The cost is too high. Some can be stored both above and below ground, but the bulk of it must be used as produced. Oil can be and is now being stored in large quantities. There is an economic limit, however, in the storage of oil. Needs Single Head "All of these factors tie in together and the problem at hand is the effective and economical correlation of them. The past attempts to handle them separately have not met with success. "Other industries have found it necessary to create agencies consisting, in some cases, of a single individual, upon which is put the responsibility of creating and maintaining the control of their diversified problems. "We were similar action taken in this case, such agency or individual should be thoroughly familiar with the problems of the oil industry and the public utility gas distributing companies, the regulations under which each operate, the problems of production, utilization and wastage of both gas and oil and should have the ability and authority (granted by each industry) to correlate the supply and demand of these commodities with the minimum of waste and the maximum benefit to the own- As the Democratic National Convention now is under way there is a very much stronger concentration of sentiment in the party against the claims of all but three of the men who have been mentioned as possible Presidential candidates. It is not unfair to Governor Roosevelt to say that he is less popular among the leaders of his party than almost any other man who stands a chance of nomination, yet at the same token, party leaders, so far as sentiment can be gauged in Washington, have a more sincere and genuine admiration for Alfred E. Smith than for any other man which the Presidential lightning may possible strike, and if those Roosevelt-instructed delegates could all be sent home and the nomination left to the Democratic Senators and members of Congress, Smith would almost certainly be the nominee. He came so close to winning in 1928 that there is a very large element in the party which would like to see the issue drawn again between Smith and Hoover, in the belief that Smith has grown in the popular estimation and that Hoover has been the victim of such a serious setback, whether his fault or not, that Mr. Smith would have a walkover. It seems very questionable however, that he could be nominated, as it seems more and more questionable that anyone except Governor Roosevelt can be named when the Democrats meet. If Roosevelt can be beaten the feeling here is that Newton D. Baker is the most likely dark horse. He has the complete respect and confidence of all ers that lease the land, the oil industry that produces the commodities, the gas utilities and others that distribute them, the public that consumes them and the state that taxes them." International Sunday School Lesson Review: What we have learned from Genesis Rev. Samuel D. Price, D. D. While Genesis means beginnings this quarterly review lesson which covers this first book of the Holy Bible. No genealogist can calculate the time involved. In fact Jehovah was before all time of record. He was the self-existent cause of all creation in untold process of time. Sin is a subject that has a large place in this book. The Bible as a whole tells how sin can be pardoned. Genesis 3.15 is called the First Evangel and is fulfilled in the atonement of Jesus Christ on Calvary. While the sin of Adam and Eve separated them from God, He at once made provision through the work of the Son on the cross. After the Flood man was given another opportunity. Redemption was to come through the Hebrew people and Abram. Abram proved his faith in God when he was to obey what he understood to be the requirement of the almighty in offering his son Isaac in sacrifice. Isaac in time did his part though he was overshadowed by both his father Abraham and his son Jacob. Those who appear to play minor parts are doing work that is essential in the necessary progress of the plot. Jacob made many mistakes and paid dearly for them. His ambition for the birthright was commendable but his methods were contemptible. Joseph is one of the most valuable persons for character study in the Old Testament. He preferred a clean conscience in the presence of God to any impure contact that would dwarf him as a man. He went from the pit in Dothan to the position of Prime Minister in Egypt. The family reunion in Goshen marked the beginning of the birth of a nation. The Golden Text has a greatly enlarged meaning: (Romans 8:28). California Supplies 75 Percent of Lettuce Important revisions in the United States standards for lettuce, made at the request of the lettuce industry in California, have just been received by the state department of agriculture and are being distributed to growers throughout the state. In 1931 California supplied 35,630 cars of lettuce or practically 75 percent of the country's supply. The importance of United States standards in the marketing of this Important revisions in the United State standards for lettuce, made at the request of the lettuce industry in California, have just been received by the state department of agriculture and are being distributed to growers throughout the state. In 1931 California supplied 35,630 cars of lettuce or practically 75 percent of the country's supply. The importance of United States standards in the marketing of this commodity is shown by the fact that they furnish the basis for certification by the federal-state inspection service of 9,888 cars loaded in this state in 1931. This inspection is voluntary. of the party leaders and it is believed he can be built up in the popular mind into an extremely appealing candidate. Whether he is personnaly nominated for President again or not, there is no doubt that Governor Smith will have a great deal to do with shaping the party platform, and if he has his way there will be very little side-stepping and pussy-footing about it. Mr. Smith has a way of telling the world where he stands, and he is likely to insist that his party take the same attitude. 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. Jack Martin, Prop. IRISH AUCTIONEER Automobile Wrecking Curran Auto Wrecking Co. L. A. at Palm, Anaheim 3101 Chiropractors The Pintlers, Chiropractors 108 E. 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