anaheim-gazette 1933-06-15

THIRTEENTH INSTALLMENT Synopsis: Joyce Ashton, poor stenographer, suffered loss of memory in a skidding taxi cab accident in Chicago. One morning two years later she woke, after a fall from her horse, her memory restored, to find herself, as Frills, the wife of Neil Packard, rich California fruit packer. She determined to tell nobody of her predicament but a lot about learning what she could of her life in the interval. From the conversation of her friends and letters in her desk she gathered that she had been a heartless, pleasure-loving young woman. One letter that troubled her was from a woman signing herself Sophie, blaming Frills for not giving a home to a baby, Sophie was caring for. Could it be her baby, Frills wondered! She also found herself involved in an affair with a man named Maitland. In San Francisco, where she went while her husband was away on business, she met Robert Ainsworth, a poet whose work she had always admired. When Joyce returned home, she decided to be pleasanter to Neil than Frills had been. But this line was dangerous, too, for Neil was pathetically anxious to win back Frill's love. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Far in the hills Joyce had found a little group of pines on the edge of a towering redwood grove. When she lay down on her back in the warm sunshine and looked up through the pines black roadster drive up to the door. The girl who got out was dressed in white linen with a white felt sport hat and white buckskin oxford. She was certainly rather pretty, with her big blue eyes and small neat features. Joyce wondered who she was and nerved herself to the ordeal of meeting another stranger who was not a stranger. "Sorry to bother you, Frills, but I'm out on business this afternoon," began the girl, smiling in a half-apologetic, half-defiant fashion. "and your name is on the list I had given me to call on. We want to raise a lot more money this year for the Orphan's Vacation Camp up in the Sierras and so the committee is planning a big fair and entertainment. We want to find out what you'll do for it. Will you enter the horse show and take in one of the acts in the evening?" Joyce listened to this appeal with mixed emotions. "Of course, I'm . . . I'm interested in it," began Joyce slowly, feeling her way and smiling pleasantly as she spoke, "but I'm not riding any more in shows and Id rather not take part in any entertainment, but I'm . . . I'd like to help in any other way?" Her acquiescence was received with gratefully effusive thanks. The girl then rose, hesitated for a moment and said, with a little wistful air there might be a congenial spirits but any too hopeful. Did it matter? Sharply for allowing Robert Ainsworth was nothing to her. As she sat there startled to see a maid little gasp of amazed Robert Ainswore "Do you remember Oh Lord, how litle course I remember he added with such that Joyce giggled. Lice, you know!" He quickly and broke in—please let me turn her out into the "But . . . I was a nice place this was said Joyce doubtfull." Oh, but wait till my coffee," he proclaimed Rosita away. Eat lunch myself and good coffee. He was back in a time and said, "I m except bread and bu coffee for lunch but truck in the shack anything you like." Far in the hills Joyce had found a little group of pines on the edge of a towering redwood grove. When she lay down on her back in the warm sunshine and looked up through the pines at the blue sky, she felt as if she were floating in space. She lay thinking of Neil, and with a little thrill of satisfaction she decided that he showed no evidence of missing the old Frills. She had now met practically every one who moved in their circle in Manzanita and had found out enough of their history and circumstances so that she could get by safely in most cases. The month was pot yet up but Joyce, summarizing her impressions and the knowledge she had gathered, felt that she had given her environment a fair study and was entitled to draw her conclusions and plan her future course without further research. First, as to Neil. She had made a number of enlightening and cheering discoveries concerning him. He was devoted to golf but did not care for dancing; he liked liquor but never drank to excess, and he disliked risque stories more than most of his acquaintances guessed. He believed in taking one's part in the life of the community but he would have been happy to stay at home four evenings out of a week to enjoy the quiet pleasures of private life. On her return from San Francisco she had once more been forced to face the problem of her relations with Maitland. He had telephoned and called several times the first day while she was out, and in the second morning, just as she was ready for a ride on Rosita, he had appeared and caught her... Joyce let her thoughts dwell dreamily for a moment on Maitland and instinctively she found herself comparing him with scorn to two men—Robert Ainsworth and Neil Packard. Measured by Ainsworth's standards, Maitland had no chance at all—it was almost unfair even to compare them. Maitland had once or twice attempted to reopen the subject of their love, but Joyce had continued to treat him with such unmistakable coldness that he was baffled and finally let her alone. In her thoughts she now came back, with quickening of her pulses, to the problem of her relations with Neil. They had gone out together the evening before and cooked a camp supper high up on a hillside overlooking the valley. They lingered until it was dark, watching the stars creep out into their places. Joyce, hugging her knees, sat and mixed emotions. "Of course, I'm... I'm interested in it," began Joyce slowly, feeling her way and smiling pleasantly as she spoke, "but I'm not riding any more in shows and Id rather not take part in any entertainment, but I'm... I'd like to help in any other way?" Her acquiescence was received with gratefully effusive thanks. The girl then rose, hesitated for a moment and said, with a little wistful air which said Joyce doubtfully, "Oh, but wait till my coffee," he proclaimed. Kosita away, eat lunch myself and good coffee. He was back in a time and said, "I must except bread and butter for lunch but truck in the shack anything you like." "Do you remember Mel?" asked Joyce Joyce felt instinctively was not wholly two-thirty." genuine, "I wish we might be friends. I do so like to be friends with every one. If there's anything I can do... I'm so sorry." Who was this girl anyhow? wondered Joyce, slightly exasperated by her meek manner. There had evidently been some unpleasantness between Frills and her. But before she had to speak she was saved by the arrival of Neil. "Well, look who's here! Hullo. Joyce, how are you?" he exclaimed, shaking hands cordially with her. Joyce Abbott, of course! "Well, why not sit down? What's your hurry?" went on Neil in his heartiest manner, "what do you know? How's the new car working?" "Oh, it's just fine! but I must run along now. I just came to ask Frills if she'd help on the affair for the Orphan's Vacation Camp. Goody-bye and thanks ever so much." "Good-bye," said Joyce. She spoke shortly, more because she could not think of anything to say than because she wished to be disagreeable. Neil Maltland had once or twice attempted to reopen the subject of their love, but Joyce had continued to treat him with such unmistakable coldness that he was baffled and finally let her alone. In her thoughts she now came back, with quickening of her pulses, to the problem of her relations with Neil. They had gone out together the evening before and cooked a camp supper high up on a hillside overlooking the valley. They lingered until it was dark, watching the stars creep out into their places. Joyce, hugging her knees, sat and breathed in the peace and quiet, while Neil stretched out close to her, smoking a pipe and playing gently with Dickle's ears. Suddenly Neil had rolled over toward Joyce, and, putting his arms around her waist, laid his head on her lap. Joyce leaned back resting her weight on her hands behind her and did not touch him. She had lately avoided every slightest demonstration of affection toward him, for she had come to the disconcerting conclusion more than once that Neil was finding it harder and harder to keep his feelings in check. She could not help realizing that it was both unwise and unkind for her to slip her hand in his, to smooth back his hair, to lean against him when they sat together, to do any one of the dozens of little caressing things which she found herself, in her liking and pity for him, involuntarily and quite innocently inclined to do. The slightest motion of this sort sent a flame of hope leaping into Neil's eyes. How long could this go on? It was becoming more and more difficult for them both. Joyce trembled a little to recall the tenseness with which Neil had finally released his hold on her the previous evening. Joyce had been curious to see Joyce Abbott, the one woman Neil seemed to like, and the meeting with her had come two days after her conversation with Ethel about the dinner for Rhoda Maltland. It was nearly five o'clock and Joyce, dressed in riding clothes, was waiting for Neil to come home and take a ride with her before dinner. She had just left the mirror in the living-room when she heard a motor and looking out saw a small, shiny shaking hands cordially with her. Joyce Abbott, of course! "Well, why not sit down? What's your hurry?" went on Neil in his heartiest manner, "what do you know? How's the new car working?" "Oh, it's just fine! but I must run along now. I just came to ask Frills if she'd help on the affair for the Orphan's Vacation Camp. Goody-bye and thanks ever so much." "Good-bye," said Joyce. She spoke shortly, more because she could not think of anything to say than because she wished to be disagreeable. Neil accompanied the caller out to her roadster. Joyce, watching surreptitiously, was again amused to see the interest with which Neil listened and the appealing little glances Joyce Abbott threw at him from her expressive blue eyes. "I've got her number," thought Joyce, "she's the ultrafeminine sort who clings and makes the men feel big and strong and masculine." Thinking over the past month, Joyce was conscious of a baffled feeling of dissatisfaction when it came to her knowledge of Frills' own past. In another direction also Joyce felt herself checked. She was no nearer accomplishing her purpose of getting back her baby than she had been when she received the first letter from Sophie. A second letter had arrived that morning—exasperatingly rague, very short and again minus a address. Joyce tormented herself trying to solve the problem, but her determination did not weaken. Her thoughts swing round again to Neil. What was she going to do? To continue indefinitely living in the same house with him as they had been doing was impossible. She had not known what she was undertaking when she made that decision. "I suppose I should have gone away in the first place," she thought discouragedly; "I can't realize inside of me that I'm married to Neil Packard and I keep having the feeling that there's something all wrong about living with a man so intimately and yet not really intimately. I'll never lose that feeling of uncomfortable shyness and strangeness. I know, until... unless—oh, dear!" There might be among them a few congenial spirits but she did not feel any too hopeful. Yet after all, what did it matter? She reproved herself sharply for allowing the standards of Robert Ainsworth to influence her. He was nothing to her, she told herself. As she sat there motionless, she was startled to see a man appear. With a little gasp of amazement Joyce recognized Robert Ainsworth. "Do you remember me?" asked Joy e. "Oh Lord, how like a woman! Of course I remember you, worse luck!" he added with such profound gloom that Joyce giggled. "You're my public, you know!" He looked at her quickly and broke into a smile. "Here please let me take your horse and turn her out into the corral." "But... I was just thinking what a nice place this was to eat my lunch," said Joyce doubtfully. "Oh, but wait till you have tasted my coffee," he protested, starting to lead Rosita away. "I'm just going to eat lunch myself and I really can make good coffee. He was back in a surprisingly short time and said, "I never eat anything except bread and butter and fruit and coffee for lunch but I have plenty of truck in the shack and I can make anything you like. Orders taken until..." "Oh, but wait till you have tasted my coffee," he protested, starting to lead Rosita away. "I'm just going to eat lunch myself and I really can make good coffee. He was back in a surprisingly short time and said, 'I never eat anything except bread and butter and fruit and coffee for lunch but I have plenty of truck in the shack and I can make anything you like. Orders taken until said Joyce doubtfully." "Oh, please don't think of getting anything for me except coffee," protested Joyce quickly. "I have my sandwiches which I really must eat or Roxie's feelings would be hurt." "Well the coffee will be done in a few minutes. Sit down or stand up or do whatever you feel like doing. Just let me present you with the keys to the city." He put the coffee pot on as he spoke and Joyce asked, "Do the keys of the city include permission to ask questions?" "On all free admission days, yes. Except, of course, when Claud Alfred is around. He's just a little bit queer that way. Ever since he threw the mother of five children into the brook because she asked him whether he thought a man's necktie should match his socks, I've had to warn casual visitors not to ask him questions." "Well, I'm glad he isn't around because I want to ask——" LEGAL NOTICE IN THE SUPERIOR COURT OF THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA In and for the County of Orange NO. A 8411 Notice of Time of Proving Will, Etc. In the Matter of the Estate of MARIE L. DWYER also known as MARY L. DWYER, Deceased. Notice is hereby given that Friday, the 9th day of June, 1933, at 10 A.M. of said day, at the Court room of this Court, in the Department of the Presiding Judge thereof, in the City of Santa Ana, County of Orange, State of California, has been appointed as the time and place for hearing the application of John J. Dwyer, praying that a document now on file in this Court, purporting to be the last Will and Testament of the said deceased, be admitted to probate, that Letters Testamentary be issued thereon to John J. Dwyer at which time and place all persons interested therein may appear and contest the same. Dated May 19, 1933. J. M. BACKS, County Clerk. L. A. LEWIS, 619 Title Insurance Bldg. Los Angeles, Calif. Atty. for Petitioner. 5-25-3t LEGAL NOTICE NOTICE OF SALE BY TRUSTEE NOTICE IS HEREBY GIVEN that on the 26th day of June, 1933, at the hour of 10:00 o'clock A.M. of said day, at the North entrance to the Hall of Records, 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 V. W. SNELL and VIDA SNELL, husband and wife, and recorded November 3, 1927, in Book 95, page 344, Official Records of Orange County, California, which was given to secure a promissory note for the sum of $800.00 with interest at the rate of eight per cent per annum, principal and interest payable in monthly installments of $9.35 each, on the first day of each and every month, beginning November 1, 1927, 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 February 25, 1933, in Book 599, page 284, Official Records of Orange County, California, executed by the owner and holder of recorded in Book 21, page 44, of Miscellaneous Maps, Records of Orange County; California. Subject to covenants, conditions, reservations and restrictions of record. —or so much thereof as shall be necessary to pay the total amount of the principal, interest, advances, charges, costs, expenses of sale and compensation of trustees. Dated: May 25, 1933. COTTON MATHER, C. W. RAIRDON. 5-25-3t LEGAL NOTICE IN THE JUSTICE COUNT Of Anaheim Township, County of Orange State of California SUMMONS C. C. P. Secs. 844-845 WILLIAM SCHUMACHER, GEORGE O. TRAPP and E. D. COX. Plaintiffs. vs. M. M. ALLEN, also known as MEADE M. ALLEN, John Doe and Richard Roe, Defendants. The People of the State of California Send Greetings To: M. M. ALLEN, also known as MEADE M. ALLEN, John Doe and Richard Roe, Defendants. YOU ARE HEREBY DIRECTED TO APPEAR before me at my office, at Room 10 in the Masonic Building, in the City of Anaheim, in said Township; and answer the complaint in an action entitled as above, brought against you in the Justice Court of Anaheim Township, County of Orange, State of California, within five days after the service on you of this summons—if it is served within the city and County township, or city in which this action is brought, but within ten days if it is served out of said township or city but in the County in which this action is brought, and within twenty days if served elsewhere. And you are hereby notified that unless you so appear and answer as above required, the said Plaintiffs will take judgment for any money or damages demanded in the Complaint as arising upon contract or plaintiffs will apply to the Court for the relief demandad in the Complaint. GIVEN, under my hand this 22nd day of April, 1933. CHAS. KUCHEL, Justice of the Peace of said Township. McFADDEN & HOLDEN, Attorneys for Plaintiffs On all free admission days, yes. Except, of course, when Claud Alfred is around. He's just a little bit queer that way. Ever since he threw the mother of five children into the brook because she asked him whether he thought a man's necktie should match his socks, I've had to warn casual visitors not to ask him questions." "Well, I'm glad he isn't around because I want to ask——" "Oh, I know. You want to ask how I happen to be here. You want to say how extraordinary it is that we should meet here, after meeting in an equally extraordinary manner in San Francisco. You want to get personal. You're perfectly charming, Joyce Ashton, and I'm terrified of you. If I seem to be talking a lot and at random you've only yourself to blame. My well-known poise is shattered——" He broke off abruptly, and Joyce dropped limply into a chair. Nothing could have surprised her more than to hear Robert Ainsworth talking to her in this manner. "Well, go ahead and tighten the clamps," he continued. "You've heaped coals of fire on my head by your sunny acceptance of everything—haul me over them!" He smiled, but Joyce knew he was in deadly earnest. "Sentence suspended!" she gravely retorted. Their eyes met with mutual approval for a moment, and then Joyce lightly turned the conversation to the world of books. Continued Next Week Police Point Way To Greater Safety Justice was tempered with mercy when Arthur Erb appeared in court. Erb, a fortune teller, predicted the whole Pacific coast will be wiped out with a tidal wave in 1937. Police esed out gp s ...; xzfifffffl vbgkqj m corted him to the city limits of Beverly Hills and pointed out the shortest way to safety. Secure a promissory note for the sum of $800.00 with interest at the rate of eight per cent per annum, principal and interest payable in monthly installments of $9.35 each, on the first day of each and every month, beginning November 1, 1927, 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 February 25, 1933, in Book 599, page 284, 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 October 1, 1932, and all payments due subsequently thereto, there being a total sum of $602.45 due and unpaid on the 13th day of February, 1933, 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 County of Orange, State of California: Lot Thirteen (13) in Block "A" of Tract No. 479, as shown on a Map recorded in Book 17, page 37 of Miscellaneous Maps, Records of Orange County, California. Subject to reservations of record. Subject to the restrictions contained in the dead dated May 24, 1924, executed by G. G. Priddy and Nell Priddy, his wife, to V. W. Snell and Vida Snell, husband and wife, 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 May 27, 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, a corporation, of Anaheim, California). 6-1-8-15-22 IN PRESENCE OF THE SICK Last Sunday afternoon, I participated in a religious service in a Veterans Hospital in my town. In the great assembly-room was grouped a goodly number of the young men who had faced enemy cannon, and came away victorious, but at what cost! To me it was a pathetic view, as I sat on the platform with the choir of my church, looking into those faces, now sober, with lines of suffering that might never be erased, even with the splendid care they were getting. I just wanted to tell you—we actually sang a FUNERAL HYMN to those boys at the end of the sermon! After the benediction the boys walked—limped—and sadly away. "While I draw this fleeting breath—When mine eyes shall close in death—" We sang just that. A beautiful—an immortal hymn, but a veritable bayo net-thrust to those sorely wounded men, some of whom were booked for eternity! The selection of that hymn was none of mine, you may be sure; and, none more sublime, more beautiful, but so out of place! It is our duty—our absolute duty—to be cheerful in presence of the seriously ill. We have no right to add to their already overwhelming burdens. There are so many lively, hopeful hymns we might have sung! I sat by an aged physician recently—he is probably in his last illness; he said as much to me. My role was a delicate one, I assure you. Did I talk with him of death and the resurrection? Not I. I said, "doctor, you and I were built out of second-growth hickory; it never wears out." He actually smiled And that smile was worth more than medicine! If you are one of the gloomy sort, stay away from the sick-room. THE GAZETTE FOR GOOD JOB PRINTING 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. 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. L. 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