anaheim-gazette 1933-07-13

AWAKENED WOMAN SEVENTEENTH 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 set 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 her love. At his request they call upon Neil's mother, whom Joyce finds adorable. Later, she met the poet, Robert Ainsworth, and several times stopped for lunch at his cabin when she was horseback riding. One day he started to make love to her. Later, Joyce and Neil, out riding, are come upon by confession—her loss of memory and its that she would grow hyacinth sat there another moment. She sprang to her feet I've unmasked before she cried, her voice trembling, "Goodbye!" Neil was after her in "Here, dear, I'll go back." No, no, please don't me alone. For Heaven Let me be for just a life He fell back, struck by the tone, and she sprinted the saddle and galloped off Once in her room, Joy door and flung herself couch. She felt crushed and had at no time since she left Self Frills Packard. He ment about Robert Ainsworth profound that she felt all faith in humanity seemed less noble, all menacing and ruthless could she go to find truth, to find fineness, Robert Ainsworth, a poet whose work she had always admired. When Joyce returned home, she decided to be pleasant to Neil than Frills had been. But this line was dangerous, too, for Neil was pathetically anxious to win back her love. At his request they call upon Neil's mother, whom Joyce finds adorable. Later, she met the poet, Robert Ainsworth, and several times stopped for lunch at his cabin when she was horseback riding. One day he started to make love to her. Later, Joyce and Neil, out riding, are come upon by confession—her loss of memory and its Ainsworth. Cornered, Joyce makes full restoration. When Neil accuses Joyce and Ainsworth of being in love, Ainsworth makes a "graceless" exit, leaving Joyce to explain. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY "That's true all right, and you had me guessing too. But of course Frills wasn't wild and reckless when I married her—you—say, I don't know who I did marry!" "That's what I've got to find out; Neil! It's been driving me nearly crazy, and now at last I've had the courage to tell the truth, as far as I know it. Will you tell me, Neil, how you met Frills and all that?" "Why, at Joe and Maisie Turner's, of course! Don't you really remember, Frills—er, I mean Joyce? Gosh, this gets my goat, I feel as tho we'd all gone absolutely nutty—" "I felt that way when I first woke up and found myself Mrs. Packard," she said gently, "but I've lived with the idea so long that I've gotten a bit used to it. Tell me about the Turners." "Why, it was their car that ran into your taxi in Chicago. Joe was running for some political office at the time, and he was very anxious to keep out of the papers in any way that might bring him any unpleasant publicity, so he gave the police a tip, I suppose, and got them to allow you to be taken to his house instead of a hospital. You were unconscious a couple of days, and when you woke up you were in a dazed condition. I remember Maisie saying they thought you never would say a word, and how queer it made them feel, having some one lying there conscious, but just looking at the walls without saying anything." "Fancy! That was me, and I don't remember any more about it than if it had never happened!" "Joe and Maisie had a time finding out who you were. The doctor said just to leave you alone and you'd come around all right. And sure enough, that was what happened, or what everybody thought had happened. "The Turners were lively, entertained a lot, plenty of money and all that, and as soon as you were well they introduced you around to their friends. You made a hit with every one, and she could find to ride! And then there was Maitland..." Joyce make a quick movement. "Yes," she said softly, "don't go into that, Neil I know; and I'll never forget it—" "But — but — Joyce, you are Frills!" It was Robert Ainsworth speaking, and Joyce and Neil turned to him with a start. In their absorbing interest in plecing together the mystery of Frills, they had almost forgotten that he was there. "Would you mind telling me," Neil asked Joyce politely, "just where he comes into this?" Joyce looked at Robert thoughtfully. The air of rather superior insolence with which he had approached them was gone now, and she saw again the Robert Ainsworth she knew. He met her gaze frankly, with disarming friendliness. "I'm sorry, Joyce," he said, "I didn't understand. Will you forgive me?" He came over and held out his hand, smiling charmily. He was like a little boy who, having shown his temper unreasonably, makes arrogant claim of a loving parent for pardon. "Who the devil are you, anyway?" asked Neil petulantly. "I don't want to crab, Joyce, but wasn't it a bit thick, letting him hear all this?" "Robert Ainsworth is the great novelist, Neil. Haven't you ever heard of him?" Neil shook his head. "Never," he said. "What does he do besides write? And, once more, how does he come into man whom she had so shipped? That he should have situation at first as one with cynical levity was seemed to her graver than She did not . . . war Ainsworth. When she awoke it waking, and she was shivy collected her thoughts enveloped lying on the floor. It contained a new and she read: Dear Joyce:— "When I got back I forgot to go and see Mother. Iiously ill, but feeling bad to see me. I shan't tell about us, of course everything over. I though better if I'd camp out tonight. Please go to good rest. I'll see you t" Joyce read this over almost uncomprehending ever, she knew what she knew she must go away the only thing for her t I've been wrong to say long," she thought, "No gotten things into such It did her good to have work to do. In less than had bathed, dressed, and bags with Frills' simple belongings." "Fancy! That was me, and I don't remember any more about it than if it had never happened!" "Joe and Maisie had a time finding out who you were. The doctor said just to leave you alone and you'd come around all right. And sure enough, that was what happened, or what everybody thought had happened." "The Turners were lively, entertained a lot, plenty of money and all that, and as soon as you were well they introduced you around to their friends. You made a hit with every one, and that tickled them. My cousin Lawton Packard's wife was a great friend of Maisie, and I'd met her and Joe a number of times in Manzanita, and they'd always told me to look them up if I was ever in Chicago. It struck me to do it one time; I called them up and Joe invited me out to dinner that night, throwing out a lot of dark hints about a swell girl who was staying with them. I went, and it was you I met—Florence Hilton was the name. I took a terrible tumble, and in a couple of weeks we were engaged." "I kept stringing out the business in Chicago, and finally—I remember now that it was your own suggestion!—we were married right away, before we left town, and you came back to Manzanita as Mrs. Nell Packard!" Joyce had been held spellbound by Nell's recital. It was all so queer and unreal, and she felt her head swimming by the strangeness of it. "Didn't you ask me anything about who I was, and all that, when you wanted to marry me? How did I act? Was I like the Frills I've heard about, or more like Joyce?" "Well, you see, every one treated you with kid gloves, so to speak, on account of this accident," said Nell, "It was understood that you'd had a great shock, and that you mustn't be pressed. The doctor kept saying, just leave her alone and she'll come around all right. All this mystery was very exciting, you understand—we all got a great kick out of it... I remember I wanted to ask you a lot of things when we were first engaged, but you said to me, 'Nell, you've got to trust me.' There are some things I can't tell you, and you mustn't ask me about smiling charmingly. He was like a little boy who, having shown his temper unreasonably, makes arrogant claim of a loving parent for pardon." "Who the devil are you, anyway?" asked Neil petulantly. "I don't want to crab, Joyce, but wasn't it a bit thick, letting him hear all this?" "Robert Ainsworth is the great novelist, Nell. Haven't you ever heard of him?" Neil shook his head. "Never," he said. "What does he do besides write? And, once more, how does he come into all this?" "He comes into this, Neil because I happened to have met him since—the accident on Fire Queen, and because I happened to like him rather more than ordinarily." Nell fixed his gaze on a distant pine tree. "Do you mean that you're in love with him, Frills?" Instead of answering his question Joyce said sharply, "I wish you'd make up your mind whether you want to call me 'Joyce' or 'Frills' Nell!" She regretted her ill temper at once, however and went on more agreeably. "Oh, Nell, I don't know anything any more." "You are free, if you want to be, Joyce," said Neil, drawing his lips together in the attitude of severe restraint that he assumed when Frills had especially hurt him. "What about Ainsworth?" He turned to the other man. "Did you and Frills fix this all up between you?" Before Robert could answer, Joyce broke in. "Oh, no, no, Neil, please—I wasn't quite so beastly as all that. Nothing had been fixed up—we had simply, well, fallen in love, and there the matter stood." She looked at Robert and was hurt to find an amused smile lingering about his eyes. Joyce felt a profound shame creep over her. Neil had just told her she was free, and yet Robert sat quietly, saying nothing, tensely digging holes in the soft ground with his riding crop. Her husband was, in a sense, offering her to her lover—who was making no move to claim her. Was she being rejected by both men? Her nerves, strung tautly under the strain of the entire morning, collapsed utterly, and she felt Joyce read this over almost uncomprehending ever, she knew what she knew she must go away the only thing for her tilt. "I've been wrong to long," she thought, "No gotten things into such it. It did her good to have work to do. In less than had bathed, dressed, and bags with Frills' simple belongings." "It seems like stealing them," she thought w what can I do? Neil does clothes—they won't do if I leave them. I'll have sort of work right away apply for it unless I'm ed. Of course I won't Frills' jewelry or any value...." Roxie met her at the stairs. "Excuse me, my Neil he said you'd be waking a time and we should have ready." "Very well, Roxie, quickly in the dining-room tell Sam I want to speak Once Joyce had decided felt she could not go on She could not endure Neil Packard's house that she would probably again. Her only salvation at once. She was grateful chalance with which Sorders, and for the lackion on the part of Roxie." Continued Next Trinity Camp Most The most isolated emination camp in the Turtle not in all California, is on the South Fork of the 165 miles from Eureka from Redding. To reach must travel a narrow through virgin forests and tain streams that she would grow hysterical if she sat there another moment. She sprang to her feet. "Well, now I've unmasked before both of you!" she cried, her voice trembling close to tears, "Goodbye!" Neil was after her in a moment. "Here, dear, I'll go back with you——" "No, no, please don't. Please leave me alone. For Heaven's sake, Neil. Let me be for just a little while——" He fell back, struck by the vehemence of her tone, and she sprang lightly in the saddle and galloped off. Once in her room, Joyce locked the door and flung herself down on a couch. She felt crushed and hurt as she had at no time since she had found herself Frills Packard. Her disillusionment about Robert Ainsworth was so profound that she felt she had lost all faith in humanity. Every one seemed less noble, all life took on a menacing and ruthless form. Where could she go to find beauty, to find truth, to find fineness, if not in this 30 Governors To Attend Conclave Secretary of War Dern Will Be Distinguished Guest of Executives' Meeting Secretary of War George H. Dern will be one of the distinguished guests present at the 25th annual conference of governors, meeting in California July 23 to 29. Announcement that Secretary Dern had accepted the invitation of California's governor, James Rolph Jr., to be present at the conference, was made in Sacramento by the governor's military aide, Adjutant General Seth Howard. Special plans for honoring Secretary Dern are being made in every city the conference guests will visit. Unusual interest is being shown all over the state, in the meet, since California is entertaining the conference for the first time. This year, the entire state will share in the entertainment of the delegates, as the conference will be a "progressive" one. The opening business session will be held in Sacramento Monday, July 24, the Tuesday and Wednesday meetings in San Francisco, and at the close of these meetings, the entire party will be taken on a tour of Yosemite, thence to Los Angeles and Southern California. Governors who have already accepted Governor Rolph's invitation to the conference are: Governors John G. Winnant of New Hampshire; Floyd B. Olson of Minnesota; Guy B. Park of Missouri; Henry H. Blood of Utah; Oscar K. Allen of Louisiana; Sennett Conner of Mississippi; Herbert H. Lehman of New York; John C. B. Ehringhaus of North Carolina; Paul V. McNutt of Indiana; Wilbur L. Cross of Connecticut; Alf M. Iandon of Kansas; Jno. Garland Pollard of Virginia; F. B. Balzar of Nevada; F. H. Conney of Montana; Theodore Francis Green of Rhode Island; C. Ben Ross of Idaho; William Langer of North Dakota; Benjamin B. Walter Johnson, famous speed-ball pitcher beloved by all fans, is back in the big show again, now managing the Cleveland Indians in the American League. In Chicago the other day Louisiana State University turned in the most amazing upset of the season by defeating Southern California Trojans in the National Collegiate A. A. track field championships, 58 to 54. Indiana, winner in 1932, finished third with 37 points, and Stanford was fourth with 26 3-7. Glenn Cunningham, University of Kansas sensational middle-distance runner, sped to a new American record for the mile run, winning the event from a brilliant field in 4 minutes, 9.8 man whom she had so ardently worshiped? That he should have regarded the situation at first as one to be treated with cynical levity was a fault that seemed to her graver than the grave. She did not . . . want . . . Robert Ainsworth. When she awoke it was a cool evening, and she was shivering. As she collected her thoughts she noticed an envelope lying on the floor under her door. It contained a note from Neil, and she read: Dear Joyce:— "When I got back I found a message to go and see Mother. She's not seriously ill, but feeling badly and wanted to see me. I shan't tell her anything about us, of course. We must talk everything over. I thought it might be better if I'd camp out somewhere else tonight. Please go to bed and get a good rest. I'll see you tomorrow." "Neil." Joyce read this over several times, almost uncomprehending. At last, however, she knew what she must do. She knew she must go away—that it was the only thing for her to do. "I've been wrong to stick it out this long," she thought, "No wonder I've gotten things into such a mess!" It did her good to have some definite work to do. In less than an hour she had bathed, dressed, and packed two bags with Frills' simplest clothes and belongings. Coachella Duct Work Proceeding Move Permanent Machinery Into Tunnel as Aqueduct Project Gathers Momentum With permanent equipment moving onto the job from day to day, construction work on the Coachella tunnel division of the Colorado river aqueduct was going forward this week with gathering momentum, according to word received from metropolitan water district camps in the Little San Bernardino mountains. Consisting of 26 miles of 16-foot bore, the Coachella division is the largest tunnel unit on the aqueduct project, and is constructed by forces directly in the employ of the district. Installation this week of permanent tunnel drilling equipment will make it possible for work to progress at a rate nearing full speed, it was stated by district engineers. Compressors, mucking machines, tunnel locomotives, and dump cars from the largest portion of the machinery received at each of the six construction camps on the division. Only a few items remain to be received and installed. Prior to the arrival of this equipment work was being pushed forward as fast as possible by means of temporary tunnel machinery, but greatly accelerated progress is predicted with the new equipment in operation. Most notable of the tunnels on the Coachella division is the 18-mile East Coachella bore, longest tunnel on the entire aqueduct. When completed it will be one of the most outstanding bores in the world. In Chicago the other day Louisiana State University turned in the most amazing upset of the season by defeating Southern California Trojans in the National Collegiate A. A track field championships, 58 to 54. Indiana, winner in 1932, finished third with 37 points, and Stanford was fourth with 26 3-7. Glenn Cunningham, University of Kansas sensational middle-distance runner, sped to a new American record for the mile run, winning the event from a brilliant field in 4 minutes, 9.8 seconds. Princeton's team rode to the championship of the Intercollegiate Polo Association on the rain-drenched field of the Westchester Country Club, Rye, N.Y., turning back Harvard, 10 to 9, in the final round match. It didn't help the morale of the men golfers when Miss Kathryn Hemphill entered the Columbia, S.C., city championship tourney. She was the only woman to register. In the qualifying round she turned in the lowest score among 66 players—a 77, five above par and two strokes below the score of two men who trailed her with 79 each. Horse racing with pari-mutuel betting, has been approved by the Michigan State Legislature. The British have not won their own national golf championships since 1923. Three members of S. A. Scott's four-some heard him boast about a hole-in-one he made on the White Sulphur Springs, Va., course. One by one they stepped out and proved that a hole-in-one is no miracle. The first player sank his from the tee on a 155-yard hole. The second aced his shot on No. 8, of 145 yards. The third waggled an iron and laid his ball right on top of the second player's. That race in the American League is getting tighter. The New York Yankees are finding the going a bit rough. The Misses Mary Heeley and Dorothy Round, of England, defeated Mrs. Helen Willis Moody, of California, and Miss Elizabeth Ryan, of California and London, in the final of the Kent tennis doubles championship, 6-4, 6-4. It is rather an unusual experience for Mrs. Moody to be defeated. There was increased interest in college baseball this year. An unusual number of college players, upon graduation, went into professional baseball. Keep your eyes on the Washington Senators in that American League race. Joyce read this over several times, almost uncomprehending. At last, however, she knew what she must do. She knew she must go away—that it was the only thing for her to do. "I've been wrong to stick it out this long," she thought, "No wonder I've gotten things into such a mess!" It did her good to have some definite work to do. In less than an hour she had bathed, dressed, and packed two bags with Frills' simplest clothes and belongings. "It seems like stealing to be taking them," she thought worriedly, "yet what can I do? Neil doesn't want Frills' clothes—they won't do him any good if I leave them. I'll have to find some sort of work right away, and I can't apply for it unless I'm decently dressed. Of course I won't take any of Frills' jewelry or anything of real value." Roxie met her at the foot of the stairs. "Excuse me, ma'am, but Mr. Neil he said you'd be waking up after a time and we should have your dinner ready." "Very well, Roxie, just serve it quickly in the dining-room, please. And tell Sam I want to speak to him." Once Joyce had decided to leave, she felt she could not go quickly enough. She could not endure looking about Neil Packard's house, and reflecting that she would probably never see it again. Her only salvation was in acting at once. She was grateful for the nonchalance with which Sam received her orders, and for the lack of demonstration on the part of Roxie. Continued Next Week Trinity Camp is Most Isolated The most isolated emergency conservation camp in the Trinity forest, if not in all California, is Hyampon camp on the South Fork of the Trinity river, 165 miles from Eureka and 100 miles from Redding. To reach this camp one must travel a narrow, crooked road through virgin forests and across mountain streams. six construction camps on the division. Only a few items remain to be received and installed. Prior to the arrival of this equipment work was being pushed forward as fast as possible by means of temporary tunnel machinery, but greatly accelerated progress is predicted with the new equipment in operation. Most notable of the tunnels on the Coachella division is the 18-mile East Coachella bore, longest tunnel on the entire aqueduct. When completed it will be one of the most outstanding bores in the world. All 26 miles of tunnel on this division is located on the slopes of the Little San Bernardino mountains above the Coachella valley and a few miles northward from Indio. Ultimate personnel of the six camps from which construction work is being pushed forward will be, it is estimated, approximately 1,000 men. LEGAL NOTICE NO. A-8411 NOTICE TO CREDITORS ESTATE OF Marie L. Dwyer, also known as Mary L. Dwyer, deceased. NOTICE IS HEREBY GIVEN, by the undersigned, John J. Dwyer, executor of the estate of Marie L. Dwyer, also known as Mary L. Dwyer, deceased, to the creditors of and all persons having claims against the said deceased to file them with the necessary vouchers in the office of the Clerk of the Superior Court of the County of Orange, State of California, or to exhibit the same with the necessary vouchers to the said John J. Dwyer, executor, at his place of business, 501 North West Street, Anaheim, in the County of Orange; within six months after the first publication of this notice. Dated this 10th day of June, 1933. John J. Dwyer, Executor of the Estate of Marie L. Dwyer, also known as Mary L. Dwyer, Deceased. L. A. LEWIS. Attorney for Executor. The Family Doctor by JOHN JOSEPH GAINES, M.D. BETWEEN YOU AND ME You and I are a part of this great government "of, for and by the people." For over forty years I have been a humble servant of my fellow-man. My fidelity to my trust is of record. Questions of the day concern my people—such items as have relation to their health and even moral welfare. It is my duty to work for human betterment as long as I am able. The matter of "Prohibition" is, at this time of writing, bordering on bewilderment and chaos. For some years we physicians have been doing our best to aid in stamping out an evil. While we were struggling to obey the law, the illicit distiller and racketeer have walked around the legitimate use of alcoholics, and have supplied the drinking world with seventy-five-cent whiskey, and have reaped fortunes for themselves, challenging Uncle Sam's drastic income tax law itself. One of my patients—an aged man with pneumonia said, "hell, I ain't going to pay a druggist three dollars for a pint of whiskey when I can buy just as good for a dollar!" Now comes newspaper reports that physicians may prescribe alcoholic stimulants for medicinal use, in quantity and frequency as they see fit; even to a ninety-day supply, if it seems to be indicated for treatment! That means, I imagine, a prescription for a gallon of whiskey under certain conditions—for instance some chronic disease! Well—I'm not going by newspaper reports. 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