anaheim-gazette 1933-03-16

FINAL INSTALLMENT Dennis left New York by the afternoon train. He had wired to Pauline, paid his bill, and departed. He hardly knew what he felt, or if he felt nothing at all, but he was conscious of a burning desire for the sun to cease shining. He felt like a man who now walks out again in the sane light of day. He tried to analyze himself and failed. He supposed that other men had imagined themselves desperately in love with some woman other than their wives and had paid as he was paying. Imagined! Had he imagined it? Or was it real? Was it still real? He had not found the answer he sought when the train stopped, and Pauline was there at the window. "Darling." She rushed in the car and hugged him; she poured out all in a breath how happy she was to see him again, how awful it had been without him. "Really awful, Dennis!" — and how she was longing to be back in her own home. "Mother's better, and Daddy's back, so to-morrow I think we might go, don't you?" "Yes—anything you like." said Dennis. "And Barbara? How is darling Barble?" Dennis was taking his bag down from the rack. "She's all right. I saw her this morning—just to say good-dare you? I'm a wonderful house-keeper." "So you are." He kissed her and leaned back again. "Don't strangle me, my child—what is it?" But she hid her face against his coat while she told him by asking a little question that wavered between happy tears and happier laughter. "Dennis—would you like to have a son?" It was some time later over the tea and hot toast that Dennis said, "This wonderful secret—does your mother know?" "Not yet—only you, darling—and Barbara." "Barbara?" The blood rushed to his face. "What made you tell her?" And Pauline answered happily: "Because she is my best friend and because I love her." There was a little silence, then Pauline said, "But I'm sorry about one thing." "What is that, Tuppenny?" Barbara said in her letter, 'Don't ask me to be godmother—I'm not the right sort to bring up a child in the way it should go'—I'm so sorry about that, because I know she'd bring him "Of course." Stornaway ed Barbara vividly—indecessually men, ever for fine woman," he said. "Fine!" Jerry was alas as he explained how fine she was. "I love he said, leaning heavily on 'I'd 'ave-I'd 'ave dled she chucked me. I wahe he added wistfully. 'Was say I'm sorry for what I O'Hara." "What did you tell him was not interested, he away, but Jerry had him of his coat." "I told him disgustin' said heavily. "Thing gentleman should say man,'especially when it was jealous of O'Hara. Always with Barbie always! Not fair; he'd wife of 'is own." "I don't expect O'Hara ever it was," Stornaway not the chap to remembr bear ill-will." "Would this, though.' and ruffled his hair." breath how happy she was to see him again, how awful it had been without him. "Really awful, Dennis!" — and how she was longing to be back in her own home. "Mother's better, and Daddy's back, so to-morrow I think we might go, don't you?" "Yes—anything you like." said Dennis. "And Barbara? How is darling Barbie?" Dennis was taking his bag down from the rack. "She's all right. I saw her this morning — just to say good-bye." "I wrote to her the day before yesterday," Pauline said. She was watching him with bright eyes. "Did she tell you, Dennis?" "No. What did you write to her about?" Pauline smiled mysteriously. "I'll tell you tomorrow — when we're back in our own home"; and then, with a tug at his hand, "Oh, Dennis, it's like heaven to have you back again!" She was such a child, Dennis thought, as he listened to her chatter. Her eyes danced, and she leaned her cheek against him for a moment. "I believe you're really glad to have me back," she said. "I am—very glad." They were on the porch now, and the cab they had taken from the station was driving away down the road. Dennis put his arm round little Pauline and kissed her. "Have you ever loved anyone but me, Pauline?" he asked. She did not notice the little accent on the second word, she was too eager to clamour her reply. "Never, Dennis darling, never! and I never shall." They went back to their own home the following day. Pauline was very quiet on the journey, and when they arrived she went from room to room looking at everything with eager pride before she took off her hat and coat. "I feel is if it's years since we went away," she said. "Does it seem like that to you, Dennis?" "Yes." Pauline had discovered some letters on the mantelshelf. "Here's one from Barbie," she said eagerly. "How sweet of her to write and welcome us home." Dennis did not answer, he was looking out of the window at the bleak garden. Pauline, absorbed in her reading, suddenly gave a smothered cry. "Oh—Dennis! What do you think?" "Barbie is going to be married—and who do you thing it is? "I don't know." "To her husband — to Douglas Stark again! I can't believe it; she hated him — oh, poor Barbie! Oh, I wonder what has become of the other man — the one she really loved." "Do you think she did ever love anyone—" up most beautifully, bless her." "Him?" said Dennis with raised eyebrows and a very softened look in his eyes. "Of course it will be a him," Pauline said dreamily. "And I should like him to be just like you. Of course, if it is a girl I shall call her Barbara whether she'll be godmother or not." "Oh, I shouldn't do that," Dennis said hurriedly. "But why not? It's a lovely name." "Yes, it was a lovely name. Once for a little while of madness it had been the most beautiful name in the world to Dennis O'Hara, but now—" "Pray God I never see her again," was his passionate thought as he sat there so still in the firelight and listened to his wife's chatter. It was after tea, when Pauline was bustling about the house that Dennis got up from his chair and went over to the mantelpiece where Barbara's queer wedding present stood. Somehow it had never meant very much to him until now—he had been rather impatient of its obvious sentiment—but tonight it seemed to appeal to him almost as if it had been a message from Barbara herself. "Love locked out." What had she intended it for—for line said, "But I'm sorry about one thing." “What is that. Tuppenny?” Barbara said in her letter, 'Don't ask me to be godmother—I'm not the right sort to bring up a child in the way it should go'—I'm so sorry about that, because I know she'd bring him "I don't expect O'Hara ever it was," Stornaway not the chap to remember bear ill-will." "Would this, though," and ruffled his hair. "Dennis—would you like to have a son?" ing out of the window at the bleak garden. Pauline, absorbed in her reading, suddenly gave a smothered cry. "Oh—Dennis! What do you think?" "Barbie is going to be married—and who do you thing it is? "I don't know." "To her husband — to Douglas Stark again! I can't believe it; she hated him — oh, poor Barbie! Oh, I wonder what has become of the other man — the one she really loved." "Do you think she did ever love anyone?" "Of course she did. I know her so well—there was someone she simply adored, Dennis." O'Hara said nothing, but he was thinking again of that day on the road when he and Barbara were motoring together — of the moment when he struggled out of unconsciousness to the broken voice—"Oh, my dear, Dennis, Dennis." He moved abruptly. "Take your hat and coat off, Pauline, and let's have tea." "Very well, I won't be a minute." Dennis sat down by the fire. It was good to be at home again—he found himself wondering why he had ever gone away. And yet—if he had the time over again he knew he would do the same thing. And now Barbara was going back to Douglas Stark! Why, in God's name? He shut his eyes and tried to picture her face—the face he had loved. Did he still love her, or had he never loved her? Or was it possible for a man to love two women at the same time? Did she love him? If so, why had she told him the truth about Barnet and so sent him away? "Tea will be ready directly," she said. She sat down on the rug at his feet and snuggled up against him. "Happy to be home?" "Wonderful." She took his hand and kissed it, and Dennis hated himself because the sudden thought came to him that if he had been here with Barbara—he would have kissed her hands—her beautiful hands.... "I want to tell you something, Dennis, darling." "What is it? Are you in debt? Can't pay the butcher or something?" She pretended to be offended. "How there so still in the firelight and listened to his wife's chatter. It was after tea, when Pauline was bustling about the house that Dennis got up from his chair and went over to the mantelpiece where Barbara's queer wedding present stood. Somehow it had never meant very much to him until now—he had been rather impatient of its obvious sentiment—but tonight it seemed to appeal to him almost as if it had been a message from Barbara herself. "Love locked out." What had she intended it for—for him?—for herself—or just for nothing at all? He turned away impatiently. Why had it been allowed that he should love her—and where would they have drifted but for Barnet? The dream was ended. He was a married man with a wife who adored him—and perhaps soon the nursery of which he knew Pauline had dreamed so many dreams would be a reality. A son of his own. Upstairs he could hear Pauline moving about, singing happily, and with a sudden sense of loneliness he went to the foot of the stairs and called to her: "Pauline." "Yes, my precious." "Come here. I want you." It was some months later that Stornaway, up in town again for one of his flying visits, chanced across Jerry Barnet in the bar of a West End restaurant. Jerry was very much the worse for drink, but he recognized Stornaway and came up to him and smacked him on the back. "'Member me?' he demanded. "Can't member your name, but knew you long time ago with O'Hara." "Oh, yes," Stornaway offered his hand. "And how's the world been using you?" The world, it appeared, had been using Jerry badly — damned badly! He had lost all his money again and had been forced to borrow. "Never been the same since Barbie Stark chucked me," he bemoaned his fate. "Never been the same since she went back to Douglas, blast him! Awful!" ANAHEIM GAZETTE Butterfat Tests Show Increases Average Production for Past Year Better as Poor Cows Are Culled By W. M. CORY, Assistant Farm Advisor The February summary of dairy herd production records of the Orange County Cowtesting association shows 1,013 cows in the association, with 970 tested in the month. They averaged 238 pounds of milk and 39.4 pounds of butterfat. This is an average of 2.2 pounds greater than for the same month of last year. The average test showed 4.2 percent butterfat with 453 cows producing 40 or more pounds of butterfat in the month. 44 cows were culled out as being unprofitable producers. Herds generally are being culled more closely since the decline in butter price. This closer grading has resulted in raising the herd averages with a decrease in the total production. In the cow competition classes Peter DeBoer of Garden Grove had high herd average in herds under 36 cows, with an average of 48.3 pounds of butterfat. E. A. Wakeham, Garden Grove, was second with a herd of 40.0 pounds of butterfat. In herds of 35 to 65 cows, Delos Patterson, Santa Ana, was high with an average of 47.0 pounds of butterfat, and Fred Day, Garden Grove, was second with 44.3 pounds butterfat. The high herd average of herds of 65 cows and over went to the R. F. Hazard dairy, Midway City, with 43.2 pounds of butterfat, and Otto Folkerets, Talbert, second with 41.4 pounds of butterfat. High cow was No. 45 in the Daisy View Holstein Farm, owned by A. F. Walker, Midway City, with a total of 1,613 pounds of milk and 96.8 pounds butterfat. No. 168 in the Aliso Dairy; owned by the Segerstrom brothers, Santa Ana, was second with 1,962 pounds of milk and 94.1 pounds of butterfat. Cornhuskers Plan Picnic on March 25 Cornhuskers of Southern California are invited by President Thomas R. Lynch of the Nebraska State Society to attend the all-day picnic to be held Saturday, March 25, at Sycamore Grove park, Los Angeles. A brief program will begin at 2 o'clock. County registers and headquarters will assist in locating old friends. 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 siuated in the Rancho San Juan Cajon de Santa Ana, County of Orange, State of California described as follows: Lots Twelve (12) and Thirteen Not fair; he'd got pretty little wife of 'is own." "I don't expect O'Hara minded whatever it was," Stornaway said. "He's not the chap to remember a thing or bear ill-will." "Would this, though." Jerry sighed and ruffled his hair. "He was keen on always! Not fair; he'd got pretty little wife of 'is own." "I don't expect O'Hara minded whatever it was," Stornaway said. "He's not the chap to remember a thing or bear ill-will." "Would this, though." Jerry sighed and ruffled his hair. "He was keen on always! Not fair; he'd got pretty little wife of 'is own." "I don't expect O'Hara minded whatever it was," Stornaway said. "He's not the chap to remember a thing or bear ill-will." "Would this, though." Jerry sighed and ruffled his hair. "He was keen on always! Not fair; he'd got pretty little wife of 'is own." "I don't expect O'Hara minded whatever it was," Stornaway said. "He's not the chap to remember a thing or bear ill-will." "Would this, though." Jerry sighed and ruffled his hair. "He was keen on always! Not fair; he'd got pretty little wife of 'is own." "I don't expect O'Hara minded whatever it was," Stornaway said. "He's not the chap to remember a thing or bear ill-will." "Would this, though." Jerry sighed and ruffled his hair. "He was keen on always! Not fair; he'd got pretty little wife of 'is own." "I don't expect O'Hara minded whatever it was," Stornaway said. "He's not the chap to remember a thing or bear ill-will." "Would this, though." Jerry sighed and ruffled his hair. "He was keen on always! Not fair; he'd got pretty little wife of 'is own." "I don't expect O'Hara minded whatever it was," Stornaway said. "He's not the chap to remember a thing or bear ill-will." "Would this, though." Jerry sighed and ruffled his hair. "He was keen on always! Not fair; he'd got pretty little wife of 'is own." "I don't expect O'Hara minded whatever it was," Stornaway said. "He's not the chap to remember a thing or bear ill-will." "Would this, though." Jerry sighed and ruffled his hair. "He was keen on always! Not fair; he'd got pretty little wife of 'is own." "I don't expect O'Hara minded whatever it was," Stornaway said. "He's not the chap to remember a thing or bear ill-will." "Would this, though." Jerry sighed and ruffled his hair. "He was keen on always! Not fair; he'd got pretty little wife of 'is own." "I don't expect O'Hara minded whatever it was," Stornaway said. "He's not the chap to remember a thing or bear ill-will." "Would this, though." Jerry sighed and ruffled his hair. "He was keen on always! Not fair; he'd got pretty little wife of 'is own." "I don't expect O'Hara minded whatever it was," Stornaway said. "He's not the chap to remember a thing or bear ill-will." "Would this, though." Jerry sighed and ruffled his hair. "He was keen on always! Not fair; he'd got pretty little wife of 'is own." "I don't expect O'Hara minded whatever it was," Stornaway said. "He's not the chap to remember a thing or bear ill-will." "Would this, though." Jerry sighed and ruffled his hair. "He was keen on always! Not fair; he'd got pretty little wife of 'is own." "I don't expect O'Hara minded whatever it was," Stornaway said. "He's not the chap to remember a thing or bear ill-will." "Would this, though." Jerry sighed and ruffled his hair. "He was keen on always! Not fair; he'd got pretty little wife of 'is own." "I don't expect O'Hara minded whatever it was," Stornaway said. "He's not the chap to remember a thing or bear ill-will." "Would this, though." Jerry sighed and ruffled his hair. "He was keen on always! Not fair; he'd got pretty little wife of 'is own." "I don't expect O'Hara minded whatever it was," Stornaway said. "He's not the chap to remember a thing or bear ill-will." "Would this, though." Jerry sigged and ruffled his hair. "He was keen on always! Not fair; he'd got pretty little wife of 'is own." "I don't expect O'Hara minded whatever it was," Stornaway said. "He's not the chap to remember a thing or bear ill-will." "Would this, though." Jerry sigged and ruffled his hair. "He was keen on always! Not fair; he'd got pretty little wife of 'is own." "I don't expect O'Hara minded whatever it was," Stornaway said. "He's not the chap to remember a thing or bear ill-will." "Would this, though." Jerry sigged and ruffled his hair. "He was keen on always! Not fair; he'd got pretty little wife of 'is own." "I don't expect O'Hara minded whatever it was," Stornaway said. "He's not the chap to remember a thing or bear ill-will." "Would this, though." Jerry sigged and ruffled his hair. "He was keen on always! Not fair; he'd got pretty little wife of 'is own." "I don't expect O'Hara minded whatever it was," Stornaway said. "He's not the chap to remember a thing or bear ill-will." "Would this, though." Jerry sigged and ruffled his hair. "He was keen on always! Not fair; he'd got pretty little wife of 'is own." "I don't expect O'Hara minded whatever it was," Stornaway said. "He's not the chap to remember a thing or bear ill-will." "Would this, though." Jerry sigged and ruffled his hair. "He was keen on always! Not fair; he'd got pretty little wife of 'is own." "I don't expect O'Hara minded whatever it was," Stornaway said. "He's not the chap to remember a thing or bear ill-will." "Would this, though." Jerry sigged and ruffled his hair. "He was keen on always! Not fair; he'd got pretty little wife of 'is own." "I don't expect O'Hara minded whatever it was," Stornaway said. "He's not the chap to remember a thing or bear ill-will." "Would this, though." Jerry sigged and ruffled his hair. "He was keen on always! Not fair; he'd got pretty little wife of 'is own." "I don't expect O'Hara minded whatever it was," Stornaway said. "He's not the chap to remember a thing or bear ill-will." "Would this, though." Jerry sigged and ruffled his hair. "He was keen on always! Not fair; he'd got pretty little wife of 'is own." "I don't expect O'Hara minded whatever it was," Stornaway said. "He's not the chap to remember a thing or bear ill-will." "Would this, though." Jerry sigged and ruffled his hair. "He was keen on always! Not fair; he'd got pretty little wife of 'is own." "I don't expect O'Hara minded whatever it was," Stornaway said. "He's not the chap to remember a thing or bear ill-will." "Would this, though." Jerry sigged and ruffled his hair. "He was keen on always! Not fair; he'd got pretty little wife of 'is own." "I don't expect O'Hara minded whatever it was," Stornaway said. "He's not the chap to remember a thing or bear ill-will." "Would this, though." Jerry sigged and ruffled his hair. "He was keen on always! Not fair; he'd got pretty little wife of 'is own." "I don't expect O'Hara minded whatever it was," Stornaway said. "He's not the chap to remember a thing or bear ill-will." "Would this, though." Jerry sigged and ruffled his hair. "He was keen on always! Not fair; he'd got pretty little wife of 'is own." "I don't expect O'Hara minded whatever it is what I told him," he said ponderously. "Just that—and it was a lie—damned lie!" Stornaway moved restlessly; he wished Jerry Barnet and his unsavoury confidences at the bottom of the sea, but Jerry still persisted. "Often thought I'd like t' see him and tell him!" Make hon'rable amends Can't bear to think I told a lie. Awful Barbie was the best—best in the world, and I'd like t' tell O'Hara." He dragged Stornaway closer to him. "Here—if you were me, what'd you do? Would you tell him? You say, and I'll do what you say. Would you tell him if you were me—as one pal to 'nother, now?" Stornaway looked away from his companion's flushed face, and for a moment he visualized Dennis O'Hara as he had last seen him, in his room, waiting restlessly downstairs, while in the room above... Then when he—Stornaway—had come down to tell him, "It's all right—a boy—fine youngster"—Dennis's face. Dennis was very fond of his little wife, and Stornaway knew it. Jerry bombarded him again: "ItIf you were me would you tell him?" Stornaway looked away from his companion's flushed face, and for a moment he visualized Dennis O'Hara as he had last seen him, in his own room, waiting restlessly downstairs, while in the room above... Then when he—Stornaway—had come down to tell him, "It's all right—a boy—fine youngster"—Dennis's face. Dennis was very fond of his little wife, and Stornaway knew it. Jerry bombarded him again: "If you were me would you tell him?" Stornaway shook his head. "No," he said decidedly. "No, I don't think I should tell him." THE END Many Aided By Tourist Trade Club Estimates Visitors Spend $200,000,000 Yearly In Southern California The importance of the tourist trade to Southern California is revealed strikingly in complete surveys made for the All-Year club concerning the last travel year, which included the winter and summer seasons of 1931-32. Statistics show that 1,015,188 out-of-state visitors came to this part of California, and while here expended some $200,000,000, in round figures. The classes of business showing the largest benefits were clothing, hotels, autos and accessories, restaurants, amusement, real estate and rentals, public utilities, food products, gasoline and oil, professional and personal services, laundry and dry cleaning, and drugs and sundries, while all other lines of trade benefited to the extent of more than $18,000,000. Tourists each year pay directly into the treasury of the State of California more than $2,000,000 in gasoline taxes alone, according to economic surveys. 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 "Heimann 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. 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