anaheim-gazette 1933-03-09

FIFTEENTH INSTALLMENT SYNOPSIS: Pauline sentimental, trustful, sincere and loving love, becomes engaged and marries Dennis O'Hara in the belief that their blissful happiness will continue unchanged thru all the years. On her wedding morning she awakens with a strange premonition that maybe love does change, a thought buried in her mind by a letter from her closest friend, Barbara the night before. Pauline adored Barbara who had been married, was the mother of a child which died, but now divorced and living a life which some of her friends could not understand. Between Dennis and Barbara is a seeming wall of personal dislike by both. Six months after Pauline's wedding, Barbara comes for a short stay. During this visit Barbara confesses to Pauline that there is a man she really loves, but she refuses to tell his name. Barbara decides suddenly to go home and Pauline insists Dennis drive her to the station. Irritated, Dennis drives recklessly, and they are in a crash. Barbara escapes injury but Dennis' leg is broken. As he returns to consciousness he learns who the man is that Barbara loves. It's himself. Dennis spends several weeks in the hospital. Barbara returns to stay with Pauline, but on one pretext or another falls to visit Dennis with Pauline at the hospital. Pauline plans highly for Dennis' return home. Barbara stays only one day after Dennis' return from the hospital. Much against his will Dennis finds a new attraction in Barbara, who plays the same cool and detached role as formerly. A fortnight after Barbara's return to New York, she receives a letter from Pauline that she and Dennis are coming to New York for a little vacation. Upon their arrival a round of gay entertainment gets under way — throwing Dennis and Barbara much into each other's company. Dennis is in love with Barbara. He breaks thru all barriers and tells her of his love. Pauline is called home by the illness of her mother. Dennis stays on. Barbara is both right against love — but it's She heard him sob as he turned away, and there was a tragic silence. Then he came back once more. "That's nothing—" and she knew that he was trying to convince himself rather than to apologize to her for his suspicions—"it's nothing, I know, nowadays. Girls often go to men's flats—don't they? It isn't what I should like Pauline to do—" "But she's different from you," he went on hoarsely. "She's led such a sheltered life, and you—" Then suddenly he was gripping her arms with frenzied hands. "Tell me—the truth if you've never told it to me before. Tell me!" Barbara closed her eyes and swayed in his grasp. She knew she had to speak, to say the word he prayed to hear, and in a moment she would be in his arms again, her head on his shoulder—the divine resting place—and yet— "I'm so wonderfully happy that I want to share my happiness with you... my best friend. Barbara darling. Poor little Pauline! Poor little loyal Pauline who believed in her and loved her even though she had betrayed that love and belief. And then came a pressing thought cab and gave the address of Park Avenue. “If only I didn't have to sing,” Barbara thought; then ed as she wondered whether would ask her to be goddess's son. The taxi stopped, and she paid the fare; then, witting, she walked into the of the flats. A porter came. “Can you tell me which Stark's?” Barbara asked. “The second floor, madam you up in the lift.” “Thank you. I'll walk.” a hurry.” She went slowly up the stair Douglas would be surprised or wouldn't he? It didn't make either way—probably he would. She rang the bell and waited a moment her husband's niece came to the door. Barbara said, "Good-mornings—is Mr. Stark in?" Yes, madam—just going out. “I'll go in. You need not me.” She walked across the hall faltering step and into th returns to stay with Pauline, but on one pretext or another falls to visit Dennis with Pauline at the hospital. Pauline plans highly for Dennis' return home. Barbara stays only one day after Dennis' return from the hospital. Much against his will Dennis finds a new attraction in Barbara, who plays the same cool and detached role as formerly. A fortnight after Barbara's return to New York, she receives a letter from Pauline that she and Dennis are coming to New York for a little vacation. Upon their arrival a round of gay entertainment gets under way — throwing Dennis and Barbara much into each other's company. Dennis is in love with Barbara. He breaks through all barriers and tells her of his love. Barbara is called home by the illness of her mother. Dennis stays on. Barbara is happy. Both fight against love — but it's over powering. Dennis declares his love and Barbara admits she loves him. Jerry, married-man friend of Barbara's, finds Dennis at Barbara's flat—and goes into a jealous rage. She orders him out of her life forever. Barbara is surprised by a call from her former husband who wants her to return to him. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY "From Jerry?" She looked surprised and the sudden relief sent the color rushing back headlong to her white face. "What did he want with you? havent's seen him for some time." "He came to talk about you." "About me?" She shrugged her shoulders. "Was he very melodramatic? Did he beg of you to give me up and not to ruin his life?" "Something like it." O'Hara's voice sounded thick and unnatural. "Something like it." He caught his breath on a hard sound before he broke out savagely: "He told me you were his mistress." Barbara stared down at the gray ash on the end of her cigarette. His mistress! Jerry's mistress! She wanted to laugh, and she wanted to cry. It was a lie. Thank God, it was not the truth, and yet—it might so very nearly have been. The gray ash fell, and she looked up into O'Hara's face. "Well—what did you say?" she asked. She was confident of what he had said; most likely he had kicked Jerry downstairs — poor dear Jerry! "I told him I should do what I have done. I told him I should come straight to you and tell you." "Oh!" For a moment she felt paralyzed; this, then, meant that Dennis believed it—believed it! She drew her hand from his and stood up. "Why have you come to me?" she asked slowly. "Do you want me to swear with my hand on the Bible that I am a spotless saint?" "No—no." "Would you believe me if I did swear it?" Dennis fell back from her with a smothered groan. "My God, I don't know. Men don't lie about such things." Barbara's white lips formed a question. "Do they generally talk about such besieging her, deafening her, and refusing to be silenced." "Now is your chance. To do a decent thing—to make up for all the shabbiness of your life. Let this man go—send him back to his wife and to the life that is his by rights." "God, oh, God." Barbara whispered. She tried to beat down that whispering voice, tried not to hear it. Then she felt Dennis's face against her shoulder, pressed to it as if he were an unhappy boy, and felt his arms folding her closer, closer. "Barbara—if you ever loved me...oh, my dear one." She tore herself free. She stood back against the table, panting a little, white to the lips. "It's true," she said. "It's true—what Jerry told you. It's true, true, true!" It seemed such a long time since she had spoken those words—she was sure that a whole lifetime had come and gone since she tore herself from Dennis O'Hara's arms, and waited for him to speak. She had not moved her eyes from him—the knew it might be the last time she would ever see him, and she wanted to remember him faithfully—the obstinate chin and sensitive mouth—behind him—and that was all. room. It smelled of spirits smoke and was overheated. stood by the sideboard emtumbler. Barbara said, "Good-mornin las." "God Almighty!" Douglas Stark was a good man, a little puffy under the little red in the complexion. "What do you want?" he gruffly, to hide his emotion. "Only to say that—if you like—I'll come back—no, no-moved toward her." "Wait, condition we go aboard—at travel—for as long as you like—years! I'm sick of New York to death. Well—will you go?" "Will I—hell!" He made excited lunge toward her, but avoided him. "We're not married yet, yBesides—I hate sentiment." He looked at her admiringly believingly. "You hate sentiment—poor long is it since a man kissed For a moment Barbara was looked back into the past—suway back — only to last night she laughed." "You should know!" she "Why have you come to me?" she asked slowly. "Do you want me to swear with my hand on the Bible that I am a spotless saint?" "No—no." "Would you believe me if I did swear it?" Dennis fell back from her with a smothered groan. "My God, I don't know. Men don't lie about such things." Barbara's white lips formed a question. "Do they generally talk about such things?" He came back to her, his face white, his eyes tragic. "It sounded like the truth. I'm no saint, but you and that man—my God, Barbara—if it's true—" "You mean—you believe that it is?" He made no answer, and she said in a voice that was only so very still because it was so unutterably tragic: "Very well, then, go on believing it." A woman in a dream she heard trying to explain, to excuse himself, to defend himself. "I knew the kind of life you lead. You always knock about with men. I've always heard—it was Pauline who defended you — always; she would never hear a word." Barbara's stiff lips smiled. "Ah—Pauline!" The thought of Pauline was like a gentle hand laid on a terrible wound in her heart, nad yet its very gentleness was agony. And Dennis blundered on, his sheer honest distress making every word an insult. And Barbara laughed, a harsh steely laugh that was like a knife-cut in the tragedy of the room. "You seem to have had an entertaining night, altogether. Did you sit up till the small hours of the morning tearing me to pieces?" She caught her breath harshly. "Fine gentlemen, both of you—and you both pretend to love me." Dennis said fiercely: "I did love you—God knows I did love you." Already in the past! "I did love you," not "I do!" She saw his hand go out to her, then fall again to his side. "He swore it! He said he'd been here with you alone, night after night—is that the truth?" Yes." It seemed such a long time since she had spoken those words—she was sure that a whole lifetime had come and gone since she tore herself from Dennis O'Hara's arms, and waited for him to speak. She had not moved her eyes from him—the knew it might be the last time she would ever see him, and she wanted to remember him faithfully—the obstinate chin and sensitive mouth—behind him—and that was all. Then presently she found herself kneeling by the fire and wondering hopelessly why she could not cry. She could have kept him, but she had let him go. Why? "Because I'm a damned fool," she told herself with shaking lips. But she knew it was not; she knew it was because of a child she had once held in her arms for a little while that she had not found it possible to injure a child of Pauline's. Mellish came to the door, "Did you call me?" she asked. "Bring me some brandy, will you? I'm so cold." "There's a nice fire, too," Mrs. Mellish said. "Yes," Barbara agreed. "Bring the brandy to my bedroom, please. I'm going out." "Ghastly! Ghastly!" she thought, and hunted for rouge. Mrs. Mellish brought the brandy. The honest eyes—the brown hair, and the broad shoulders against which her head had rested for the only happy moments she had ever known. Barbara smiled a little and held out her hand. Although she knew it was all over she felt that she must make one last appeal to him—an appeal which she knew would be disregarded. "在 spite of everything — I'm the same woman I was last night, Dennis," she said. Afterward she wondered if he really heard—or if she really spoke. She heard him cross the little hall, open the front door, and shut it again. "I'm all right. I shan't be in to lunch." Out in the street she hailed a taxi. Continued Next Week Lowell Thomas, author, writer and lecturer, is an expert player. He has a gymnasium exclusively to the game on near New York. Brooklyn baseball fans dislike that Dazzy Vance is going Louis Cardinals. Dazzy is favorite in Brooklyn. From the middle West coat that Hank Rieder, of Dubuq marathon bowling engagement Bert Earl, of Austin, after 20 minutes of bowling. Two boxers, one 78, the fought to a four-round draw day in Florida. The referee years of age. Boston is going to have chess ball this coming season. The 50-cent seats has been increased urday has been designated a Day." ANAHEIM GAZETTE To get information for New York's new city directory, investigators asked New York residents nearly 100,000,000 questions. Jig saw puzzle manufacturers in New York are now sawing up cartoons mounted on wood and cardboard. In times of depression people want puzzles with happy endings. "Artists will exchange painting for small amount dental work," runs an ad in a New York newspaper. A Lexington avenue mystery has been cleared up. The napkin-covered tea wagon that has been pushed along by a waiter several times a day through heavy sidewalk traffic for the past few months has been traced as coming from a nearby hotel and bound for the apartment of Floyd Gibbons, reporter, author and lecturer. He is fed by "remote control." Did you ever hear of drinking mits? They're selling 'em in New York shops. The idea is to insulate warm hands against cold drinks. You are beginning to see those old-fashioned feathered boas again in New York. They aren't supposed to be old-fashioned any longer. "Have some onion soup," said the waiter. "It's good. It's canned." And it was good. Met a man the other day who makes it his business to hunt beneficiaries of life insurance policies to pay them money due them. program here the other night it was necessary to reproduce the sound of frying bacon. For a moment sound experts were at a loss to know what to do. Then one bright man suggested that someone get a frying pan, an oil stove and some strips of bacon. And so the sound of frying bacon that came over the air was actually frying bacon. The colored man who washes windows in the United Charities building here is named Roosevelt Garner. LEGAL NOTICE IN THE SUPERIOR COURT OF THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA IN AND FOR THE COUNTY OF ORANGE IN THE MATTER OF THE ESTATE OF CAROLINA B. PITTMAN, DECEASED. No. 7106. NOTICE TO SHOW CAUSE ON PETITION TO EXECUTE A DEED OF TRUST. NOTICE IS HEREBY GIVEN that all persons interested in the estate of Carolina B. Pittman, deceased do appear before the Superior Court of Orange County, State of California, in the Department of the presiding Judge thereof on the 17th day of March, 1933, at 10 o'clock A.M., then and there to show cause if any they have why a deed of trust should not be executed for the sum of $15,000.00 as prayed for in the petition of A. S. Bradford as trustee of said estate, this day filed or such lesser amount as to the court shall seem meet. Reference is made to said petition for further particulars: Property is described as All that certain real property situated in the Rancho San Juan Cajon de Santa Ana, County of Orange, State of California described as follows: Lots Twelve (12) and Thirteen LEGAL NOTICE NOTICE OF SALE BY TRUSTEE NOTICE IS HEREBY GIVEN that on the 27th day of March, 1933, at the hour of 10:00 o'clock A. M. of said day, at the South entrance to the Orange County Court House, in the City of Santa Ana, County of Orange, State of California, the BANK OF AMERICA NATIONAL TRUST AND SAVINGS ASSOCIATION, (the successor to all the rights, powers and duties of the First National Bank of Anaheim, a corporation, of Anaheim, California, organized and existing at the time of the execution of the deed of trust hereinafter referred to) as Trustee under a certain deed of trust executed by CLIFFORD H. YONKER and SOPHIA A YONKER, husband and wife, and recorded on November 27, 1929, in Book 325, page 399, Official Records of Orange County, California, which was given to secure a promissory note for the sum of $2500.00 with interest at the rate of eight per cent per annum, principal and interest payable in monthly installments of $29.20 each, on the first day of each and every month, beginning July 1, 1929, in accordance with the terms of said deed of trust, and in compliance with a notice of default and demand for sale of the property in the said deed of trust, and hereinafter described, recorded on November 25, 1932, in Book 589, page 9, Official Records of Orange County, California, executed by the show cause if any they have why a deed of trust should not be executed for the sum of $15,000.00 as prayed for in the petition of A. S. Bradford as trustee of said estate, this day filed or such lesser amount as to the court shall seem meet. Reference is made to said petition for further particulars; Lots Twelve (12) and Thirteen (13) of "Tuffree's Subdivision of part Secs. 19 and 30, T. 3. S R 9 W., S. B. M." containing forty (40) acres, as per map thereof recorded in Book 3, pages 1 and 2 of Miscellaneous Maps, records of Orange County, California. Reserving therefrom the roads as shown on said map and subject to right of way for water ditch over the portion reserved for a road along the West lines. Also subject to the right of way for ditch of the Anaheim Union Water Company. Dated this 1st day of March, 1933. J. M. BACKS, Clerk of the Superior Court. 2-9-16, 3t. Well—will you go? I'll I—hell!" He made a sort of lunge toward her, but she deftly held him. We're not married yet, you know. Les—I hate sentiment." Looked at her admiringly yet disgustingly. You hate sentiment—pooh! How is it since a man kissed you?" A moment Barbara wavered and backed into the past—such a little back — only to last night; thenaughed. You should know!" she cried. "It is like years and years." Continued Next Week CHECKING UP ON SPORTS BY JACK ADAMS Well Thomas, author, world-traveler and lecturer, is an expert badminton player. He has a gymnasium devoted exclusively to the game on his farm in New York. Brooklyn baseball fans dislike the news that Dazzy Vance is going to the St. Louis Cardinals. Dazzy is a great write in Brooklyn. From the middle West comes word Hank Rieder, of Dubuque, won aathon bowling engagement with Earl, of Austin, after 13 hours, minutes of bowling. Two boxers, one 78, the other 76, right to a four-round draw the other in Florida. The referee was 102 years of age. Boston is going to have cheaper baseballs this coming season. The number of present seats has been increased. Satay has been designated as "Ladies" The Easterly 41 feet, front and rear, of lot Eighty-six (86) and the Westerly 8 feet, front and rear, of Lot Eighty-seven (87) in Block "G" of "Helmann and George's Map of Addition Building Lots," as shown on a Map recorded in Book 2, page 249 of Miscellaneous Records of Los Angeles County, California. Or so much thereof as shall be necessary to pay the principal, interest, advances, charges, costs and trustee's fees due and unpaid at the date of said sale. Dated February 27, 1933. BANK OF AMERICA NATIONAL TRUST AND SAVINGS ASSOCIATION By R. D. FULLER, Assistant Vice-President. And W. DALE BELL, Assistant Trust Officer. (Successor to The First National Bank of Anaheim, a corporation of Anaheim California). 3, 2-9-16-22, 33 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. 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ANAHEIM GAZETTE HILGENFELD'S FUNERAL HOME South Lemon at Broadway ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA Printing — S-A-L-E-S— suggestions are carried in all your printed forms. Let us make that suggestion positive and attractive. ANAHEIM GAZETTE Funiture—Used J. P. Glenn 124 W. Willshire, Fullerton 51 Sash and Doors Nagel-Gohren & Co. 418 S. Lemon St., Anaheim 2403 ANAHEIM FEED AND FUEL CO. Dealers in GRAIN FLOUR SEEDS WOOD COAL HAY Phone 3210 W. D. GRAFTON, Prop. Public Weighing Scales SWAKENED WOMAN The Perfect Serial - Mystery - Suspense - ..... and Love Suspense and Love Joyce, as she opened her eyes on that memorable morning, was equally surprised at the warm, flower-scented air, at the exquisite sleeping porch where she lay and at the diamond circlet her wedding finger. Was she married? Was it summer? Surely the fruit-laden orange trees she could see were not in Chicago—this silk-covered did was not a hospital cot. Yet—the last thing she remembered was a skidding taxicab on a sleeting November day in Chicago. And when a man came and sat on her bed and kissed her goodbye for a hurried business trip, telling her to be careful after her fall from her horse the day before, her mystification was complete. So she was married. Later she discovered from her toilet article that her initials were F. L. P. ... and that the house she lived in was rich— and beautiful. A masterful story ... masterfully told, by NORRE BARRY. "Wakened Woman" starts March 23 in The Anaheim tte. If you miss a single installment... you regret it, it's that gripping... Remember... "WAKENED WOMAN" ... March 23, this paper.