anaheim-gazette 1933-04-13

AWAKENED WOMAN FOURTH INSTALLMENT SYNOPSIS When Joyce opened her eyes one morning to see a fruit-laden orange tree from the end of the luxurious sleeping porch where she lay in bed, she couldn't decided what had happened to her, for the last thing she remembered was a skidding taxicab in Chicago on a electing November day. And when she saw the circlet of diamonds on her wedding finger and when a man who called her Frills came to bid her an affectionate good-bye before leaving home for a hurried business trip, warning her to be careful after her fall from her horse the day before, she was even more puzzled. The gorgeous house that was evidently her home, the faint brown stains on her fingers—she had never smoked—and the initials on her toilet articles. F. L. P., added to her bewilderment. But—"it's heavenly," she said. "I'd be perfectly happy to spend a whole day right here. Who was this man? What did he expect from her? He was older than Neil Packard, she realized—older, and wiser. His dark eyes had heavy, drooping lids and his mouth a slightly one-sided twist to the full lips. The nose was straight and clean cut, his chin narrow, while, like Neil, his face was evenly tanned. He was dressed in golf togs and had an unmistakable air of smartness about him. "I called up while you were asleep," he went on pulling out a silver cigar. At last, her unresponsiveness and her feeble efforts to free herself seemed to reach his consciousness. He lifted his head to gaze inquiringly at her. His eyes were humid; his handsome face moist and flushed. "Let me go!" gasped Joyce, taking advantage of his slightly relaxed hold to pull her arms out from under his. Putting her hands against his shoulders, she gave him such a suddenly violent push that she broke his hold. He stared at her in blank amazement at the unexpected repulse, then a shadow crossed his face. "Frills, something's happened to you. Has Neil? ... It is Neil? Tell me what it's all about!" Joyce backed to the door, fighting for self-control. "Let me alone! Don't touch me... go away—" She was almost sobbing. "But, sweetheart, I can't understand it. Don't you love me? What have I done? Or is it Neil? Has he been—" Without answering, Joyce fled upstairs, her knees trembling under her. The very force of her aversion, however, took her to the front window, and, peeping out from behind the curtain, she watched Maitland getting into a long gray sport roadster outside the "I like Roxie," she fully. It all began to seem species of fantastic gags could she hold off friends? With the onceception of Maitland, so far been in her favor good luck she might cease until there came the most require her utmost skill Neil Packard. Her restlessness grazed more than mental. She felt moving nervously, the together automatically objects aimlessly. When it was impossible to keep still for more than a moment She realized a craving in thing—without knowing. When Roxie appeared she wished dinner, affirmative answer, add would like it served upside down she was not at home to. "Excitement must make thought Joyce later as the attractive dinner brought to the boudoir and a small round table." Who was this man? What did he expect from her? He was older than Neil Packard, she realized—older, and wiser. His dark eyes had heavy, drooping lids and his mouth a slightly one-sided twist to the full lips. The nose was straight and clean cut, his chin narrow, while, like Neil, his face was evenly tanned. He was dressed in golf togs and had an unmistakable air of smartness about him. "I called up while you were asleep," he went on, pulling out a silver cigarette case, "did Roxie tell you? This morning." Without taking his eyes from her, he put two cigarettes between his lips and lighted them expertly, both from the same flame. Extinguishing the match with a quick shake of his hand, he offered her one of the cigarettes. From his automatic manner, it was plain that this was an accepted procedure. "I... I don't care for any—now," faltered Joyce, making no move to take the cigarette and surreptitiously attempting to push her chair farther back, away from him. He was so close that it seemed to her he must be able to look right through her eyes and read her confused thoughts. "For Heaven's sake, Frills, what's the matter? Better smoke; your nerves need steadying. How do you feel?" "Well, I have a headache, naturally... and I feel sort of shaken up," replied Joyce, dropping her eyes before his ardent gaze. "You're damn' lucky it's not worse," he remarked forcefully, "what you need is a good stiff drink right now, and I'm going to give it to you. Got some real Canadian rye here, some Jake Townsend got me." He drew out a large silver flask, unscrewed and filled the top and handed it to her. She accepted it without protest, silently. Perhaps it would help steady her nerves. Raising the flask high in one hand he placed his other hand on her knee, and pressing it with a sudden, strong clasp that made her wince, he exclaimed softly, "Here's to Frills, the most marvelous girl in the world!" Joyce smiled an embarrassed acknowledgement and gulped the liquor down hastily. "Feel better?" he inquired, still watching her closely. "Lord, Frills, I was in a torment till I found out you weren't seriously hurt! If Neil doesn't take Fire Queen away where you can't get at her, I'm going to do it myself. That beast ought to be killed, and you know it. If you weren't such a stubborn little devil, you'd admit it." Joyce now knew without doubt that this man was "Mait." His assured tone sent a tremor of apprehensive terror through her. "Did Neil get away this morning?" he asked, flicking ashes from his cigarette. The very force of her aversion, however, took her to the front window, and peeping out from behind the curtain, she watched Maitland getting into a long gray sport roadster outside the door. He glanced up and saw her: Joyce dodged back, angry at having been seen, but not before she caught the wide confident smile on his face and the wave of his hand toward her. Then she ran into the big bedroom and shut and locked the door. "Oh dear! What am I going to do? Well, next time I'll know enough to keep at a distance and not give him a chance to grab me that way!" She was interrupted by a knock. At first, she decided to pay no attention. Then, merely to get away from her own disturbing thoughts, she hastily opened the door. Roxie stood there, holding out a yellow envelope. "Telegram for you, Mrs. Packard." "Oh? Oh, thank you," said Joyce taking it. When she had torn it open apprehensively, dreading to encounter further complications. Joyce read: 'HOW ARE YOU PLEASE WIRE ME HOTEL BLACKSTONE LOVE NEIL.' It was evidently sent enroute for it was headed Sacramento. "He's much nicer than Mait!" she thought impulsively. What should she telegraph? She sat down at the desk and considered. Then, picking up a pencil and scrap of paper, she finally wrote: "Everything fine. Don't worry. Take care of yourself." I could use so far gone with shock; appreciate good food when When the sun had disaness came on rapidly—not lingering of twilight in th out on the sleeping porch, her breath with delight at of the stars in that cle velvet of the night sky. to be more than she had fore, closer together and entire sky was powdered. She could plainly see the of the distant mountains firmament, and beyond the blossoming fruit trees sp of soft white, faintly s the starlight. Not a bui artificial light, emptiness s her like a pool of fathom er, lonely, awe-inspiring. Joyce sat there until s that the night air was ad surprising change from of the daytime, and she rehouse. At ten-thirty Joyce w wide-awake that she had go to bed, but a feeling o swept over her again, a no longer sit still in front. "It must be safe to go now... Think I'll sneak kitchen and look for some She found the lower was in a torment till I found out you weren't seriously hurt! If Neil doesn't take Fire Queen away where you can't get at her, I'm going to do it myself. That beast ought to be killed, and you know it. If you weren't such a stubborn little devil, you'd admit it." Joyce now knew without doubt that this man was "Mait." His assured tone sent a tremor of apprehensive terror through her. "Did Neil get away this morning?" he asked, flicking ashes from his cigarette. "Oh, yes." "I was afraid he might cut out the trip on account of your cacident, and do us out of our bit. You'll be all right to go with the crowd Wednesday?" Joyce's heart sank. Go where? "Oh, no, I can't. . . I don't feel up to going anywhere. . ." she answered quickly. Frank perplexity mingled with real alarm swept over the man's face. "Judas, you act queer this morning! Never knew you so quiet and . . . so queer. Joyce was thinking desperately, "I must get rid of him. I can't stand much more of this sort of thing. . . I've got to do something quick. I'll make use of a little 'temperament,' I guess." She jumped to her feet and exclaimed, "Oh, let me alone! Can't you see I'm sick? And if you don't like it, you can . . . you can . . ." she faltered, her burst of courage evaporating suddenly, and she turned toward the door, her one thought to escape. "I can go to hell," supplied Maitland. He laughed, without rancor, and looked relieved. "Fine! That sounds more like you, darling." He followed her with long strides into the living room. Joyce, confident now that he understood he had been dismissed and was about to leave, turned and held out her hand to him. Instead of taking it, however, he came close to her and swept her into his arms. "Listen, sweetheart! I'll come tonight—up through the garden." Between the rapidly muttered words, his kisses fell on her neck and face with scorching touch and ardour. Joyce was agast to find she could not struggle free from his grip. Then, picking up a pencil and scrap of paper, she finally wrote: "Everything fine. Don't worry. Take care of yourself. Love Frills." "I could use another word. That's only nine, and my thrifty New England soul does hate to waste anything. Shall I say 'Much Love?' I'll bet the telegram will be different enough from what he expected without that. Now, how does one send it? Telephone it? Or have the chauffeur, if there is one, attend to it?" She finally decided to telephone the message. Scarcely had she hung up the receiver than the bell rank. She listened in and heard as before Roxie's calm answer. "Hullo, Roxie, can I speak to Frills?" drawled a feminine voice. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Emery, but she gave orders she didn't feel up to answering the 'phone today.' "Is that right?" with an incredulous note in the voice. "Look here, Roxie, go and tell her I'm on the wire, will you? Ross and Ed and Ethel and I want to come over after dinner." Joyce shuddered. Ross and Ed and Ethel! Whew! Four new ones at a blow. Who were they? When Roxie appeared, Joyce said, "Please tell Mrs. Emery I have a headache and I don't feel like seeing any one for a day or two." She smiled with a touch of malice when she heard Mrs. Emery's remark to Roxie. "Say, Roxie, honest, did Frills say that? Has Doc been in today to see her? . . . Frills is sure sick when she won't see the gang." Joyce set her lips indignantly at this further evidence of the unknown Mrs. Emery's familiarity with her affairs. She was glad that Roxie answered with obvious acidity, "No, ma'am." "I like 'Roxie,' she decided gratefully. It all began to seem to Joyce like a species of fantastic game. How long could she hold off these unknown friends? With the one important exception of Maitland, the points had so far been in her favor. With care and good luck she might continue to win, until there came the move which would require her utmost skill—the return of Neil Packard. Her restlessness gradually became more than mental. She found her hands moving nervously, the fingers rubbing together automatically, or picking up objects aimlessly. When she sat down it was impossible to keep her body still for more than a moment at a time. She realized a craving in her for something—without knowing what it was. When Roxie appeared to ask whether she wished dinner, she gave an affirmative answer, adding that she would like it served upstairs, and that she was not at home to any callers. "Excitement must make me hungry," thought Joyce later as she sat before the attractive dinner which Roxie brought to the boudoir and arranged on a small round table. "Anyhow I'm not LEGAL NOTICE NOTICE OF SALE BY TRUSTEE NOTICE IS HEREBY GIVEN that on the 12th day of May, 1933, at ten minutes past 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, as Trustee under a certain deed of trust executed by JOHN D. PARKS and MAGGIE ETHEL PARKS, husband and wife, and recorded on July 21, 1931, in Book 491, page 441, Official Records of Orange County, California, which was given to secure a promissory note for the sum of $1400.00 with interest at the rate of eight per cent per annum, principal and interest payable in monthly installments of $16.35 each, on the first day of each and every month, beginning August 1, 1931, 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 January 7, 1933, in Book 592, page 269, Official Records of Orange County, California, executed by the owner and holder of said note on account of the default in the payment of principal and interest due July 1, 1932, and all payments due subsequently thereto, there being a total sum of $1396.94 due and unpaid on the 27th day of December, 1932, and all payments due subsequently thereto—will sell at public auction, for cash, lawful money of the United States, and to the highest bidder, subject to liens and encumbrances prior to said deed of trust, the following described property, situate in the City of Anaheim, County of Orange, State of California: Lots Twenty-five (25), Twenty-six (26) and Twenty-seven (27) in Block "E" of the "Lorelei Tract," as shown on a Map recorded in Book 29, page 24 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 LEGAL NOTICE NOTICE OF SALE OF PROPERTY DELINQUENT FOR NONPAYMENT OF BOND NO. 7 SERIES NO. "Q" ISSUED FOR THE IMPROVEMENT OF PORTIONS OF WEST CENTER STREET, CHESTNUT STREET AND LINCOLN AVENUE. Default having been made in the payment of the following named coupones to-wit: Principal coupon for $52.83 which became Jan. 2nd, 1932. Interest coupon for $15.84 which became Jan. 2, 1932. Interest coupon for $14.26 which became July 2nd, 1932. Principal coupon for $52.81 which became Jan. 2nd, 1933. Interest coupon for $14.26 which became Jan. 2nd, 1933. And the holder of said bond having on the 30th day of March, 1933, duly demanded in writing that the City Treasurer of the City of Anaheim proceed to advertise and sell the lot or parcel of land mentioned in the said bond. Now, therefore, notice is hereby given that I. Chas. A. Boege. Treasurer of the City of Anaheim, under and by virtue of the authority vested in me by law, will on the 24th day of April, 1933, at the hour of 10:30 o'clock A.M. of said day, sell at public auction the lot or parcel of land mentioned in said bond or so much thereof as may be necessary, at the office of the said Treasurer, in the City Hall of said City of Anaheim; unless the amount due on said bond and the accrued interest thereon, together with the cost of the publication of this notice, are paid; and that I will so sell the same to the person who will take the least amount of lot or parcel of land and pay the full amount of unpaid principal and interest on said bond, together with costs of publications, that the said sale will be made in accordance with and under the provisions of an Act of the Legislature of the State of California, designated as the "Improvement Act of 1911" approved April 7, 1911, and amendments thereto. "Excitement must make me hungry," thought Joyce later as she sat before the attractive dinner which Roxie brought to the boudoir and arranged on a small round table. "Anyhow I'm not so far gone with shock that I can't appreciate good food when I taste it." When the sun had disappeared darkness came on rapidly—not with the soft lingering of twilight in the East. Going out on the sleeping porch, Joyce caught her breath with delight at the brilliance of the stars in that clear deep blue velvet of the night sky. There seemed to be more than she had ever seen before, closer together and brighter. The entire sky was powdered with stars. She could plainly see the scalloped line of the distant mountains against the firmament, and beyond the garden the blossoming fruit trees spread a carpet of soft white, faintly shimmering in the starlight. Not a building, not an artificial light, emptiness spread around her like a pool of fathomless still water, lonely, awe-inspiring. Joyce sat there until she discovered that the night air was actually cold, a surprising change from the hot sun of the daytime, and she returned to the house. At ten-thirty Joyce was still so wide-awake that she had no desire to go to bed, but a feeling of restlessness swept over her again, and she could no longer sit still in front of the fire. "It must be safe to go downstairs now. Think I'll sneak out to the kitchen and look for something to eat." She found the lower part of the prior to said deed of trust, the following described property, situate in the City of Anaheim, County of Orange, State of California: Lots Twenty-five (25), Twenty-six (26) and Twenty-seven (27) in Block "E" of the "Lorelei Tract," as shown on a Map recorded in Book 29, page 24 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 April 10, 1933. BANK OF AMERICA NATIONAL TRUST AND SAVINGS ASSOCIATION By R. D. Fuller; Trust Officer. And W. Dale Bell, Assistant Trust Officer. Publish 4-13-20-27 and 5-4 NOTICE OF SALE BY TRUSTEE NOTICE IS HEREBY GIVEN that on the 12th day of May, 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 WADE H. WALKER and MARY ESTHER WALKER, husband and wife, and recorded on May 21, 1928, in Book 162, page 84. Official Records of Orange County, California, which was given to secure a promissory note for the sum of $2000.00 with interest at the rate of eight per cent per annum, principal and interest payable in monthly installments of $23.35 each, on the first day of each and every month, beginning May 1, 1928; in accordance with the terms of said deed of trust, and compliance with a notice of default and demand for sale of the property in the said deed of trust and hereinafter described, recorded on January 7, 1933, in Book 592, page 270. Official Records of Orange County, California, executed by the owner and holder of said note on account of the default in the payment of principal and interest due on June 1, 1932, and all payments due subsequently thereto, there being a total sum of $1430.19 due and unpaid on the 27th day of December, 1932, and all payments due subsequently thereto—will sell at public auction, for cash, lawful money of the United States, and to the highest bidder, subject to liens and encumbrances prior to said deed of trust, the following described prop- Burglaries Enter Three Places In One Night Burglaries last week entered the Concordia clubhouse, taking currency and silver in the amount of $30, and cigars and confections valued at $5.26. The same evening a large entrance fan was taken from 175 West Center street, a store being remodeled for occupancy May 1 by Stevens-Van Engelen. Intruders at about the same hour took 50 cents in change and four boxes of matches from the home of Mr. and Mrs. J. F. Isham of 501 North Rose street. Joyce sat there until she discovered that the night air was actually cold, a surprising change from the hot sun of the daytime, and she returned to the house. At ten-thirty Joyce was still so wide-awake that she had no desire to go to bed, but a feeling of restlessness swept over her again, and she could no longer sit still in front of the fire. "It must be safe to go downstairs now. Think I'll sneak out to the kitchen and look for something to eat." She found the lower part of the house in total darkness, but remembering the cubistic floor lamp just inside the living room door, she fumbled for it and successfully pulled the chain. This gave her light enough to find the kitchen. When she had finished eating, Joyce tried the back door and found it locked. Then, before she went upstairs again, she made the round of all the windows and doors on the lower floor. When she was in bed, Joyce lay sense for some time, nervously sure she would never go to sleep. She could not have lain awake long, for when she took to broad daylight, Joyce had no collection of a sleepless vigil in the park. She felt so much better that her courage went up with a sudden leap. There was a quality about the brilliant sunshine and clear air which sent thrill of pleasurable excitement through her. The prospect of the coming problems stimulated instead of disheartened her. Today she would play the role of Mrs. Neil Packard more convincingly. Continued Next Week Desert Flowers Draw Motorists Visit the desert east of Palm Springs you wish to see a remarkable display of desert flowers. There are vast areas of various desert primroses and desert carys. Myriads of tiny yellow flowers stand form the sands into fields of gold. In the higher elevations, the slopes are covered with purple lupin. Burglars late last week entered the Concordia clubhouse, taking currency and silver in the amount of $30, and cigars and confections valued at $5.26. The same evening a large entrance fan was taken from 175 West Center street, a store being remodeled for occupancy May 1 by Stevens-Van Engelen. Intruders at about the same hour took 50 cents in change and four boxes of matches from the home of Mr. and Mrs. J. F. Isham of 501 North Rose street. The Southeasterly 45 feet of Lots Six (6) and Seven (7) in Block "L" of the Center Tract, in the City of Anaheim, County of Orange, State of California, as per map thereof recorded in Book 14, page 13 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 April 10, 1933. BANK OF AMERICA NATIONAL TRUST AND SAVINGS ASSOCIATION By R. D. Fuller, Trust Officer. And W. Dale Bell, Assistant Trust Officer. (Successor to The First National Bank of Anaheim). Publish 4-13-20-27 and 5-4 S. P. To Abandon Villa Park Agent The railroad commission has authorized Southern Pacific company to close its agency at Villa Park, Orange county. While Villa Park is-maintained as a non-agency station, the Southern Pacific company will arrange to have its agent at Tustin Station make such daily trips to Villa Park station as may be necessary to assist patrons in the billing of freight shipments and other matters. NOTICE OF SALE BY TRUSTEE NOTICE IS HEREBY GIVEN that on the 13th day of May, 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, as Trustee under a certain deed of trust executed, by ALICE HUMPHREY, a single woman, and recorded on April 18, 1931, in Book 472, page 203, Official Records of Orange County, California, which was given to secure a promissory note for the sum of $400.00 with interest at the rate of eight per cent per annum, principal and interest payable in monthly installments of $4.70 each, on the first day of each and every month, beginning May 1, 1931, 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 December 10, 1932, in Book 588, page 233. Official Records of Orange County, California, executed by the owner and holder of said note on account of the default in the payment of principal and interest due on May 1, 1932, and all payments due subsequently thereto, there being a total sum of $382.41 due and unpaid on the 28th day of November, 1932, and all payments due subsequently thereto, will sell at public auction, for cash, lawful money of the United States, and to the highest bidder, subject to lions and encumbrances prior to said deed of trust, the following described property situate in the City of Anaheim, County of Orange, State of California: Lot Eleven (11) in Block "A", of "Tract No. 399, Wallop Subdivision," as shown on a Map recorded in Book 15, page 41 of Miscellaneous Maps, records of Orange County, California. SUBJECT to convenants, conditions, reservations and restrictions of record. 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 March 24th, 1938. BANK OF AMERICA NATIONAL TRUST AND SAVINGS ASSOCIATION. By R. D. Fuller, Assistant Vice-President. And W. Dale Bell, Assistant Trust Officer. 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. Automobile Wrecking Curran Auto Wrecking Co. Physicians & Surgeons Phone 3212 Open Evenings Sunday by Appointment Automobile Wrecking Curran Auto Wrecking Co. L. A. at Palm, Anaheim 3101 Funeral Directors Ambulance Service—Day or Night Phone 8209 Backs, Terry & Campbell FUNERAL DIRECTORS H. P. CAMPBELL, Resident Director 251 No. Lemon St., Anaheim, Calif. 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