anaheim-gazette 1934-01-18

Anaheim, Calif., Jan. 18, 1934 The Dollar Bride by Mary Imlay Taylor FIRST INSTALLMENT Mrs. Gordon peered anxiously out of the window. "Papa," she said nervously, "I do wish you'd put on your shoes. There you are in your stocking-feet and I believe Nancy's going to bring young Roemer in!" Mr. Gordon glanced up from his newspaper. His wife turned slowly from the window, a slight flush on her smooth round face, a face that had a skin almost as fine as a baby's with only tiny wrinkles about the mouth and eyes—like a withered rose leaf. "Papa, I think Nancy—" There was a pause. She did not finish, for the door opened and Nancy came in. She closed it behind her and stood looking at them, laughter in her eyes. "You dear old things," she said gayly, "I thought you'd gone to bed; I know I'm late!" "We sat up for you, dear, but I was afraid you'd bring Page Roemer in, and find Papa here in his stockingfeet." Nancy laughed. "Page wouldn't mind," she said, taking off her hat and tossing it upon a chair. She had glorious on the center table made a soft illumination which showed young Gordon tall and slender and boyish, but otherwise very like his sister. "You got off unexpectedly, didn't you Rod?" Mr. Gordon asked. "Got a vacation?" Mrs. Gordon, still clinging to Roddy's arm, was absorbing him so closely that he did not answer, and his father spoke again—sharply. "Did you hear me, Rod? How much with such force that whitened." "What d'you mean?" hoarsely; "what are you anyhow? Explain your roddy turned a startle him, which had in it some boyish flinching from wrath, but he faced thately. "I've been taking money," he repeated it lately, having learned by a messenger and go-behind Trust Company, Mr. G over to the banks some I've carried a lot of money I reckon. I didn't mean of it—I meant to return he stopped, gasped, and cry of anguish. "You meant to return shouted with sudden meant to return money My God, do you mean to—my only son—and act thief?" Roddy choked, his smirk darkening with shame. "I meant to return it with himself, facing his to—I even gambled in good, but I can't—it's find it out before I can." "Can't we pay it b shaking voice startled looked around at h 'Can't we pay up? H Roddy?" she asked tr blue eyes fixed on her. He gulped painfully, sand dollars." "Roddy!" his mother into her chair. Mr. Gordon rose and down the room, his She did not finish, for the door opened and Nancy came in. She closed it behind her and stood looking at them, laughter in her eyes. "You dear old things," she said gayly, "I thought you'd gone to bed; I know I'm late!" "We sat up for you, dear, but I was afraid you'd bring Page Roemer in, and find Papa here in his stockingfeet." Nancy laughed. "Page wouldn't mind," she said, taking off her hat and tossing it upon a chair. She had glorious hair; the tint of auburn in it glinted like sunshine caught and held in wavy brown shadows. She swept a rumpled lock in place now with a deft little touch, absently unconscious of the grace of it. "It was lovely—the music, I mean, and we walked home; that's why we're so late, and—oh, Papa, I met old Major Lomax there; he stopped me to ask, quite pointedly, about Roddy. He said: 'Tell me, child, is he doing well?'" "Of course, you said he was!" her mother exclaimed. "Why, I thought the major knew that Roddy was in the Greenough Trust Company in New York," she added proudly. Nancy, who was looking at her father, nodded thoughtfully. "He knew all that, of course, but he was very pointed. I didn't know just what he meant." "He's getting old," remarked Mr. Gordon grudgingly. "Lomax must be close on eighty — that's all. He probably forgot that Roddy was grown up. I thought he was getting dotty when he let Haddon buy that racer—Poleetar Third—out of his stables. Did he keep you?" he added grimly. "It's eleven o'clock. I'll wager the squawk-ing was over at ten-thirty; you and that Roemer boy must have found the walking good." His daughter laughed. "It's a lovely night," she said archly. Her father laid his newspaper across his knee. "What d'you see in that fellow, Nancy Virginia?" he asked impatiently. She gave him a sidelong look, her dark lashes shading her blue eyes softly, without casting darkness into them. "What do I see in Page?" she smiled provoking, showing a fugitive dimple in one cheek. "I'm sure I don't know, Papa. Do you think people do usually? Do you suppose old Major Lomax knows what he saw in that poor Diana Aylett? He's mourned her for forty years, hasn't he? Or—or do you know really what you saw first in Mama, Papa?" "I suppose the major and I fell in love, Nancy." Mr. Gordon retorted. "Do I understand that you're in love with of a vacation have you got?" His son laughed suddenly, and foolishly, a deep blush mounting to his hair. "That's what I'd like to know," he exclaimed. "I hope it won't be cut too short!" "I hope not!" his mother agreed warmly. "You've been working too hard, you show it. Now you've got to let me have my own boy for a while. Have you had your supper on the train, dear?" she added anxiously. "Let me get you something—a slice of cold ham——" she started toward the door. But her son stopped her. "No!" he cried hoarsely. "Don't! For God's sake—I can't eat! Ham?" he laughed shrill; "ham? When a man's done for!" He made an angry, swaying movement toward a chair, stopped short and rallied himself, folding his arms on his breast in a boyishly tragic attitude. His hair was disheveled, too, one long lock hung between his blood-shot eyes. His startled family, gradually taking in these details, discovered too, that his necktie was untied and his collar wilted. Mr. Gordon suddenly sat bolt upright in his chair. "What's the matter with you, boy?" he demanded sharply. "Have you been drinking?" The young fellow steadied himself, white to his lips, his haggard eyes turning slowly from one to another in the little group. "No," he said thickly. "I'm not drunk." "Can't we pay it by shaking voice startled around at her," "Can't we pay up? Her Roddy?" she asked true blue eyes fixed on her. He gulped painfully, sand dollars." "Roddy!" his mother into her chair. Mr. Gordon rose and down the room, his slapping the floor at evens. "Fifteen thousand does peated fiercely; 'by gut spender for a boy of You're the first felon in How did you get rid of Spend it in chewing-gum." Young Gordon made re breathing hard and dropping stood out on beads. Mrs. Gordon wasibly, her head in her hairstoed, looking on. She world had suddenly tumed her ears; for the first time too, her father terrifieded now and came back face close to his son's. "What d'you mean but forget the family honour good name? Who taught My God in heaven; I no boy'd be a felion!" he roared. His son faced him like a man with his beard but the sting of his was turning his shame returned his look with him. "I didn't take it for my bitterly." I borrowed it to help someone else, dress. I swear I mean she—he promised to recite things, went wrong, I could in time—started for B here because—I wanted first! "'She'?" Mr. Gordon pronoun. "You've been to a woman—that's what doing! Some painted playing you for money." "She's not a painted his son passionately," "s "What do I see in Page?" she smiled provoking, showing a fugitive dimple in one cheek. "I'm sure I don't know, Papa. Do you think people do usually? Do you suppose old Major Lomax knows what he saw in that poor Diana Aylett? He's mourned her for forty years, hasn't he? Or—or do you know really what you saw first in Mama, Papa?" "I suppose the major and I fell in love, Nancy," Mr. Gordon retorted. "Do I understand that you're in love with Page?" he added dryly. Nancy moved easily across the room and looked out of the window, her small slight figure and the uplift of her defiant little head showing plainly against the square of darkness. "That's just what I'd like to know, Papa," she replied, and laughed a little tremulously. Mrs. Gordon stirred uneasily. "Papa, it's time to go to bed," she warned him, trying to catch his eye. But he ignored her, reaching for a pair of old heeled leather slippers and thrusting his feet into them. "If you're so keen about falling in love, Nancy," he remarked calmly, "it's a pity you couldn't have managed it with Richard Morgan." Nancy flashed around upon him, her blue eyes wide open. "I hate that man!" she said quickly. "Holty-holty!" said her father, rising, "you'd better go to bed; it's time you got a little sense and——" But Nancy interrupted him with a little startled joyous cry, her eyes fixed on the space outside the open window. Then she ran tempestuously to the front door. Mrs. Gordon looked blank. "It can't be that Roemer boy back again!" she exclaimed. Mr. Gordon, whose ears were sharper than hers, pushed back his chair, looking toward the door. "It's Roddy." "Roddy?" Mrs. Gordon sprang to her feet, flushed and eager. "It can't be—why, Roddy darling!" For Nancy appeared, driving her brother before her. The reading-lamp DOROTHY DARNIT Now children sit down, ill read some thing to you that will be food for thought ANAHEIM GAZETTE with such force that his knuckles whitened. "What d'you mean?" he demanded hoarsely; "what are you talking about anyhow? Explain yourself." Roddy turned a startled look toward him, which had in it something of his boyish flinching from the paternal wrath, but he faced them all desperately. "I've been taking money—bonds and cash," he repeated it like a lesson he had already learned by rote. "I've been a messenger and go-between in the Trust Company, Mr. Greenough sent over to the banks sometimes himself. I've carried a lot of money. Millions, I reckon. I didn't mean to keep any of it—I meant to return it all, but—" he stopped, gasped, and went on harshly—"I can't, that's all. When you can't you're a thief." His mother, staring at him with terrified, incredulous eyes, uttered a cry of anguish. "You meant to return it?" his father shouted with sudden violence. "You meant to return money you'd stolen? My God, do you mean to stand up there—my only son—and admit you're a thief?" Roddy choked, his smooth young face darkening with shame. "I meant to return it!" he struggled with himself, facing his father; "I tried to—I even gambled in stocks to make good, but I can't—it's too late—they'll find it out before I can put it back." "Can't we pay it back?" Nancy's shaking voice startled them; they all looked around at her speechlessly. "Can't we pay up? How much is it, Roddy?" she asked tremulously, her blue eyes fixed on her brother. He gulped painfully. "Fifteen thousand dollars." "Roddy!" his mother dropped weakly into her chair. Mr. Gordon rose and prowled up and down the room, his heless slippers woman in the world—I love her, I'd steal for her, I'd die for her—I'm going to jail for her now! "Going to jail for her now, are you?" his father shouted. "A pretty story—stealing for a jade, a hussy, a——" "Oh, Papa, hush!" shrieked Mrs. Gordon, snatching at his sleeve, "hush! She was in tears. But her husband shook her off. "You let me alone—I know what I'm talking about. Here's this—this young jackass been stealing for a hussy! D'you hear me, air?" he thundered, facing his son again. "You've forgotten the family honor, you've broken your mother's heart, you've disgraced your father and your sister — your California producers of corn and hogs representing virtually all counties are to participate in the national production control plan for these commodities, just launched by the agricultural adjustment administration to curtail surplus and improve prices. The program as developed by the agricultural adjustment administration calls for a reduction of the 1934 corn acreage by 20 to 30 percent and the number of hogs by 25 percent. Adjustment payments will be made to producers who cooperate in this self-help program. "In only one of the 14 years since the World war," states Chester C. Davis, federal farm administrator, "have producers received a fair exchange value or better for their hogs, and that was in 1925-26. Gross income from hogs in 1932 was only about one-half that of 1929. In terms of commodities farmers buy, the value of hogs during 1932 was only about half of their value three years earlier, and only two-fifths of their value in the pre-war period from 1910 to 1914. If farmers do not adjust their production to the changed demand, the ruthless disparity between farm prices and the prices of the things they buy inevitably will continue, even though all prices do rise to some extent from other causes." Factors which have depressed hog prices are due to the building up of large surpluses. Exports have shrunk from an equivalent of 17,000,000 hogs in 1919 to the equivalent of 4,000,000 hogs in 1933. Domestic consumption has lessened but not in the same proportion as has the export trade. "What d'you mean by it! Did you forget the family honor—your own good name!" "Can't we pay it back?" Nancy's shaking voice startled them; they all looked around at her speechlessly. "Can't we pay up? How much is it, Roddy?" she asked tremulously, her blue eyes fixed on her brother. He gulped painfully. "Fifteen thousand dollars." "Roddy!" his mother dropped weakly into her chair. Mr. Gordon rose and prowled up and down the room, his heelless slippers slapping the floor at every step. "Fifteen thousand dollars," he repeated fiercely; "by gum, you're some spender for a boy of twenty-three! You're the first felon in our family, sir. How did you get rid of a small fortune? Spend it in chewing-gum?" Young Gordon made no reply; he was breathing hard and drops of cold perspiration stood out on his forehead in beads. Mrs. Gordon was sobbing audibly, her head in her hands, and Nancy stood, looking on. She felt as if her world had suddenly tumbled down about her ears; for the first time in her life, too, her father terrified her. He wheeled now and came back, thrusting his face close to his son's. "What d'you mean by it? Did you forget the family honor — your own good name? Who taught you to steal? My God in heaven, I never thought my boy'd be a felon!" he raved. His son faced him sullenly, he felt like a man with his back to the wall, but the sting of his father's insults was turning his shame into rage; he returned his look with rising fury. "I didn't take it for myself," he cried bitterly. "I borrowed it — bit by bit— to help someone else, someone in distress. I swear I meant to return it; she—he promised to return it to me—things went wrong, I can't put it back in time—I started for Brazil—I—I came here because—I wanted to see Mother first!" "'She'?' Mr. Gordon pounced on the pronoun. "You've been giving money to a woman—that's what you've been doing! Some painted hussy's been playing you for money!" "She's not a painted hussy!" cried his son passionately, "she's the loveliest young sister! Look at her, a girl in the morning of life—with a thief for a brother!" "I'm sorry, Father," Roddy burst out hoarsely, "but it's not true—about her the lady, I mean, who—who—" "Lady?" mocked his father, "lady? By gum! You fool, you mad young fool, you've ruined yourself, you've ruined us all—I'm too poor to ball you out, you'll go to jail. You're a felon, a disgrace to your people, your name, your family honor, yourself—and you've done it all for some worthless, painted trollop—d'you hear me, sir?—for a painted trollop!" His son stared at him for a moment, speechless. He was not quite sure that the red-faced, screaming, frantic man was his father. He couldn't be! And the insult plunged deep into the boy's raw heart. Hatred leaped up in him like a flame. He emitted a snarl of rage like a young wolf gone mad. "Stop that!" he shouted. "I won't have it! You shan't insult her!" He rushed blindly at his father, deaf to his mother's shriek. His hands were actually on the older man's throat before he knew it. Then, for the first time, he heard his mother's frantic cries. Continued Next Week Sight "Scout Cars" of Red Agitators Last week's threatened milk strike simmered down to mere observance of three "scout cars" for red agitators at Los Alamitos Sunday, Sheriff Logan Jackson reported early this week. Two such cars were seen Saturday at the same place. Wake Up Your Liver Bile — Without Calomel And You'll Jump Out of Bed If this bile is not flowing freely, your ruthless disparity between farm prices and the prices of the things they buy inevitably will continue, even though all prices do rise to some extent from other causes." Factors which have depressed hog prices are due to the building up of large surpluses. Exports have shrunk from an equivalent of 17,000,000 hogs in 1919 to the equivalent of 4,000,000 hogs in 1933. Domestic consumption has lessened but not in the same proportion as has the export trade. The Agricultural Adjustment Administration has charged the county representatives of the Agricultural Extension Service with the duty of informing all corn and hog growers on the details of the program, according to W. M. Cory, assistant farm advisor. 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