anaheim-gazette 1934-01-25

Anaheim, Calif., Jan. 25, 1934 The Dollar Bride by Mary Imlay Taylor SECOND INSTALLMENT Roddy Gordon, who has gone to New York to make his fortune, returns home to confront his parents and his sister Nancy with the fact that he has stolen fifteen thousand dollars from the bank where he works to help "the loveliest woman in the world," and soon be found out unless he can return it. "But I love her," declares Roddy to his angry father. "I'd steal for her, I'd die for her—" "A pretty story!" shouts his father. "You've broken your mother's heart, you've disgraced your father and your sister. Look at her, a girl in the morning of life—with a thief for a brother!" NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY "Roddy—my son, my son!" He recolled violently. "My God, what was I going to do? I—" he turned stupidly, blindly, groping for the door. "I better go out now—and—hang myself!" He groaned. "Oh, my boy, my poor boy!" his mother cried after him, trying to reach him, trying to hang on to him with mother hands that never give up. But he did not look at her, he fumbled at the lock of the long French window, found it and, tearing it open, "Don't you tell him if I do stay tonight—tomorrow—" he laughed wildly—"there'll be a jail ride tomorrow, Nance!" It was long past midnight; morning was in the air and the frost seemed to strike to the marrow in the girl's bones. She shook with a chill of fear. "Rod, why did you take it?" He did not answer for a while; he stood staring at the ground, his face distorted in the moonlight. He looked a mere boy, but his misery had made black rings around his eyes. "Nance, you know I didn't mean to keep it. I took it little by little at first. I—well, there was a reason for it even "I won't have quickly. 'I don't wanna and he can't do something weak all way, he's too old man as old as he is.' They must be cool." "They are; that's you and they break hearts. I can see he—even old Beaver ground. He wants nephew and he's gone." Nancy's hand clutched "Roddy, you can't get pered with white hair you!" He smiled at her smile. "You can't go. D'you remit Lomax? He was an enemy to jail to caugh hysterically." "I think he knows met him tonight and—in such a strange—they'll all know they'll talk, Nance, and the girls, too." "Roddy, you're How long will they—It's grand larcen ten years in New Y" She gave a stiff him. His face was ghastly, like a white lids twisted nervor. "Don't cry!" he be old when I come—and done for. The fellow with a jail there's a way out for the family hom father thought I'd haven't—I've seen—" he laughed bitch up to it." She tightened her frantically; she knew "Roddy, you can't..." "Roddy—my son, my son!" He recolled violently. "My God, what was I going to do? I—" he turned stupidly, blindly, groping for the door. "I better go out now and—hang myself!" He groaned. "Oh, my boy, my poor boy!" his mother cried after him, trying to reach him, trying to hang on to him with mother hands that never give up. But he did not look at her, he fumbled at the lock of the long French window, found it and, tearing it open, he walked out over the sill like a blind man. They heard the soft thud of his plunge to the ground below. Mrs. Gordon's sobs came in gasps. "Oh, William, what have you done? You've driven your own boy crazy—he —he'll kill himself—I've got to stop him, I've got to—I—" She was actually at the window herself now, trying to climb out. But Nancy caught her, thrusting her back with firm young hands. "I'll go. Stay here! I'll go — I'll stop him —leave it to me!" She pushed her back gently, looking over her head at her father. The light outside was ghostly; white squares of ground with black shadows etched where, in the daytime, there were tall shrubs and hemlocks. Nancy stood still, too, rooted to the ground, listening, her heart in her throat. Then she heard the faint crunch of gravel in the path behind the lilac hedge. Roddy was there, of course, she might have known it! She fled lightly, making no sound, in his direction and overtook him at the end of the garden; it opened there—through a broken gate—on the river meadow. "Roddy," she called to him. "Roddy—wait!" He stopped short and turned, the moonlight whitening his haggard young face. "Don't come near me, Nance," the young fire-brand said fiercely, "you'd best keep away from—a dirty thief!" She came up, panting. "Rod, you're killing Mama." That reached him; he put his hand up with a despairing gesture and pushed the lock of hair out of his eyes. "I wish to the Lord I'd shot myself in New York!" he said hoarsely. The anguish of his tone went to his sister's heart; they were close of an age, she was just twenty-one, and they had always been together. She clung to him, shaking. "Roddy, are you sure they'll find out right way? I mean those people in New York—before you can put the money back?" "Oh, they'll find out! They've got then. I was going to put it straight back, but I couldn't. I took some more. There are some queer people there. Nance, you wouldn't understand—curb-brokers. I thought I'd made enough out of the second bit I took to return the whole sum, don't you see? It was gambling, of course, but I wanted to get rich, too. You get that way in New York; you just have to get rich quick! And I—well, I loved her and she won't marry a poor man." "She made you steal!" "That's a lie!" he said brokenly, "she couldn't, she's beautiful, she has such wonderful eyes, Nance, they're like jewels, topazes, you know." "She was in dreadful trouble, she had to have money—she told me about it, her poor old father might have gone to jail—through a mistake, you know, and it took all the money to save him—the was so grateful, so broken when I got it, Nance. She was going to pay it all back—she will yet—she feels dreadfully because she can't right off. She feels as bad as you do, but she's grateful—I did it for her, to save her, Nance. I'd do anything for her—I'd go to hell for her!" "Rod!" "I would!" he cried passionately. "I love her. My God, Nance, you don't know what love is, it runs through your veins like fire! When I look into her eyes—I'd give my soul for her, I'd—" He clenched his hands. Shaken with passion, a mad boy, mad with love. "Don't cry!" he be old when I come—and done for. The fellow with a jail there's a way out of for the family home father thought I'd haven't—I've seen it—he laughed bitter up to it." She tightened her frantically; she knew "Roddy, you can't." He laughed at her like his eyelids. "Father meant the means it now—the because I didn't." "Rod," she clung night! Come in—a father, go upstairs to you need the rest; crazy! Rod, it'll kive me, not tonight! Her frantic, clinging and pity in her eye tortured soul. His choked him. Nancy's arm slippé she drew him alone tight. She understeered felt. It couldn't hape She had dragged him now. "Roddy, go up to Mama you'll stay tormented as if she though hear it and break frighten her, Rod, go if you tell her this!" He stood irresolute the kitchen door. It and silent and he coats The thought and his white bed—as a boy—suddenly pinched him with a needle thrust beside carried with him. He "I'll stay, Nance," he to go," he said thick Mother's I mean." Mrs. Gordon's relt turn made her yiel suasion. "Let him be in his Mama. He's worn sleep a little—if papa..." "I wish to the Lord I'd shot myself in New York!" he said hoarsely. The anguish of his tone went to his sister's heart; they were close of an age, she was just twenty-one, and they had always been together. She clung to him, shaking. "Roddy, are you sure they'll find out right way? I mean those people in New York—before you can put the money back?" "Oh, they'll find out! They've got an accountant there—old Beaver. He never liked me, he's got his nose to the ground like a hound now—looking for the trail. I think he knows already." "Then they might come after you—arrest you —tomorrow?" Nancy shuddered, remembering the time; "it's after twelve now—it must be. Today then!" He nodded. "I don't care any more; I've had all I want from father. I reckon I can take everything now—even handcuffs." "He didn't mean it, he didn't mean half of it, he's mad and crazy with grief about it! You mustn't go, not this way, Roddy. Mama can't stand it, you know how she feels—you're all she cares for!" He choked, irresolute. "I won't let father — I won't stand for it — he's insulted the woman I love, a beautiful, good woman, whom he's never seen! I—Nance, what did I do? I was wild—did I really try to strangle him?" She nodded, pressing her lips firmly together to keep from crying. Roddy looked down strangely at his own hands, stretching them out. "Lordy, I might have killed him—I—I'd clean forgotten my self." Nancy tugged at his sleeve. "Come back, Rod!" He shook his head. "I'd do something worse if he called her names." "You needn't go in there; go up to your own room; you're tired out. I'll tell Mama—that's all." He stood irresolute. "It wouldn't be for long anyway—" he said at last. DOROTHY DARNIT SAY!IVE GOT TO TAKE A BATH "I won't have that!" said Roddy quickly. "I don't want a cent from him—and he can't do it, Nance, he's got something weak about his heart; anyway, he's too old—why, they'd fire a man as old as he is in New York!" "They must be cruel in New York!" "They are; that's it, Nance, they get you and they break you. They have no hearts. I can see how they'll break me—even old Beaver with his nose to the ground. He wants my place for his nephew and he's going to get it." Nancy's hand clung to his shoulder. "Roddy, you can't go to jail," she whispered with white lips. "I won't let you!" He smiled at her, an odd, twisted smile. "You can't help it, Sis, I've got to go. D'you remember old Major Lomax? He was always sending his enemies to jail to crack stones!" Roddy laughed hysterically. "I think he knows about this Rod. I met him tonight and he asked about you—in such a strange way." "They'll all know presently. How they'll talk, Nance, all of the old fogles, and the girls, too." "Roddy, you're only twenty-three. How long will they keep you in jail?" "It's grand larceny. I reckon that's ten years in New York." She gave a stifled cry, clinging to him. His face was ghastly in the moonlight, like a white mask, and his eyelids twitched nervously. "Don't cry!" he sald harshly. "I'll be old when I come out—thirty-three—and done for. They never forget a fellow with a jail sentence. I—well, there's a way out of it, Nance, a way for the family honor, too. I reckon father thought I'd forgotten it, but I haven't—I've seen it all the time. I—" he laughed bitterly—"I'm working up to it." She tightened her arms about him frantically; she knew. "Roddy, you can't—you won't!" Again." Her mother had come upstairs with her to see Roddy, and Nancy had coaxed her away from his door and into her own room. No one had thought of sleep that night and it was daylight now. The soft gray of the dawn crept in like a mist, and they heard suddenly—in their broken pauses—the twittering of the birds in the vine outside the window. Mrs. Gordon sank into an old armchair beside her vacant bed, hiding her face in her hands. She was a mere huddled heap of misery, and Nancy saw her shoulders rise and fall with the struggle of suppressed sobs. The whole figure, the disheveled head and the blue-veined hands, tore the young girl's heart. "Don't," she whispered, patting her shoulder, "Please don't!" Her mother raised a haggard face, blurred and puffed and weeping. "Oh, Nancy, what shall we do? What can we do? I've lived too long!" "Hush, don't say such things." Mrs. Gordon drew a long sigh, wiping her eyes. Invite Growers To Walnut Institute Results From Sprays During Catkin Period to be Outlined February 10 Promising results from the application of bordeaux sprays during the catkin development period have been secured in the control of walnut blight in Ventura county during the past season. R.E.Barrett, entomologist with the Saticoy Walnut association, at Saticoy, has conducted a series of investigations in that district to test materials and time of application. His report will be presented to the walnut growers of Southern California assembled at the annual walnut growers institute to be held at Santa Ana on February 10. Walnut blight has taken a severe toll of the walnut crop in certain walnut districts of the state, to such an extent, in fact, that the industry has secured the cooperation of the University of California Experiment Station to study the causal organism, factors of infection and spread, seasonal influences and control measures. A resume of the program will be reviewed by the speaker. The Institute program, which will be held in the Willard high school auditorium in Santa Ana, will include many other timely topics such as better harvesting methods, the present market situation, the activities of the walnut control board and other economic subjects. A.D.Smiley, Orange county, president of the inter-county walnut department of the farm bureau, will preside at the morning session. John Thille, chairman of the Ventura county farm "Don't cry!" he said harshly. "I'll be old when I come out—thirty-three—and done for. They never forget a fellow with a jail sentence. I—well, there's a way out of it, Nance, a way for the family honor, too. I reckon father thought I'd forgotten it, but I haven't—I've seen it all the time. I—he laughed bitterly—'I'm working up to it.'" She tightened her arms about him frantically; she knew. "Roddy, you can't—you won't!" He laughed at her, his lips twitching like his eyelids. "Father meant that—he knows he means it now—he thinks I'm a coward because I didn't." "Rod," she clung to him, "not tonight! Come in — you needn't see father, go upstairs to your own room—you need the rest; yes, you do—you're crazy! Rod, it'll kill Mother, promise me, not tonight!" Her frantic, clinging hands, the love and pity in her eyes, pierced the boy's tortured soul. His lips shook, a sob choked him. Nancy's arm slipped about his neck, she drew him along, she held him tight. She understood how her mother felt. It couldn't happen, it mustn't! She had dragged him to the back door now. "Roddy, go up to your room—I'll tell Mama you'll stay tonight," she whispered, as if she thought her father would hear it and break out again. "Don't frighten her, Rod, go to bed—they'll die if you tell her this!" He stood irresolute, half pushed to the kitchen door. It was dark in there and silent and he could go up the back-stairs. The thought of his own room and his white bed—where he had slept as a boy—suddenly leaped in him and pinched him with a sharp little pain, a needle thrust beside the great pain he carried with him. He groaned. "I'll stay, Nance, until—until I have to go," he said thickly, "for her sake—Mother's I mean." Mrs. Gordon's relief at Roddy's return made her yield to Nancy's persuasion. "Let him be in his room for a while, Mama. He's worn out, perhaps, he'll sleep a little—if papa doesn't break out Well, I lover her and she wont marry a poor man. "Lie down, Mama," she advised her softly, "please go and lie down. If you're ill you can't help Roddy at all." But her mother only sank lower in her chair. "I can't rest," she said, and then, petulantly: "leave me alone. Nancy, I don't want anything in the world but my boy!" Nancy turned silently and went back into the hall, but not to her own room; instead she went cautiously downstairs. The light was still burning there and she saw her father sitting bolt upright in his chair beside the blackened hearth. She went softly into the room, drawing nearer step by step, staring at him in silent terror. She thought he had died in his chair. He had not. He looked old and gray and broken, and his mouth hung open like a dead man's. Continued Next Week Even Animals Like Their Juniper Now Noticing that such big game animals as elk, deer and antelope browsed with apparent pleasure on the juniper trees in national forests, a scientist made a chemical analysis and found that the juniper had a surprisingly high food value. Foresters believe that there must be some relation between gin, juniper and wild life. The institute program, which will be held in the Willard high school auditorium in Santa Ana, will include many other timely topics such as better harvesting methods, the present market situation, the activities of the walnut control board and other economic subjects. A. D. Smiley, Orange county, president of the inter-county walnut department of the farm bureau, will preside at the morning session. John Thille, chairman of the Ventura county farm bureau walnut department, will preside at the afternoon session. All walnut growers of the state are invited to attend and bring their friends. 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