anaheim-gazette 1934-02-15

Anaheim, Calif., Feb. 15, 1934 The Dollar Bride by Mary Imlay Taylor FOURTH INSTALLMENT To get fifteen thousand dollars to save the family honor, Nancy Gordon promises to marry the well-to-do Dr. Richard Morgan. Her beloved brother, Roddy, has come home from New York to confess that he has taken that amount from the bank where he works—because a woman needed it—and that he will be jailed if he is found out before he returns it. So Nancy, in love with the penniless Page Roemer, decides to borrow the money from Morgan, and pledges herself to marry him in return. He agrees to the bargain, feeling sure he can make her love him. While they are talking at his house, Roemer comes to see him. "Oh, Richard, don't let him come in here," begs Nancy when she hears his name. And as Richard looks at her the pitiful little secret of her love for Page is revealed to him. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY FIFTH INSTALLMENT "If you stay—if they come to get you before you pay it back—it will kill them both—I mean father and mother. You must go, Roddy!" "You're a trump, Sis!" he said thickly. Her head ached terribly, it ached so that the throbs ran down through her body and shook her with anguish. It was fearful, yet it was a blessing, while it ached like that she could not think. If she tried to think she would remember that she had promised to marry Richard on Monday. She did not want to think. Through her went the crashing and rushing of Roddy's train going to New York; she felt as if the steel wheels passed over her and left her bleeding. She had saved him, he would get there in time to pay the money back, they Mrs. Gordon drew sob in her throat; and quivered with tears. "Oh, Nancy!" she clasped each other and then Mrs. Gordon cheek. She drew back. "You're ill, child!" "Only my head, Mr. last night." Her mother rose; she said gently, strangely self again. "I'll get the hot tea and the little, and the touch hands on her hot foot. She felt like a child forted after a hurt. "Don't go yet!" she said in the twilight Mrs. long time beside her holding her hand. much. The older wife of her son; the girl, after a while they have open and Mrs. Gordon "There's Papa; I'll for him. I hope needn't come down, still aches." Nancy let her go; ache so badly now, to escape her father. She had work to do handbag with a few need and she hurried over. Her wardrobe she had not much cared the simplest thing blue serge and a plush The moon had risen across the window long branch of the against the silver skill in the house. father and mother h They were sitting in on the other side of could not even hear the pine trees swing on her windowsill another sound, soft a Nancy when she hears his name. And as Richard looks at her the pitiful little secret of her love for Page is revealed to him. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY FIFTH INSTALLMENT "If you stay—if they come to get you before you pay it back—it will kill them both—I mean father and mother. You must go, Roddy!" "You're a trump, Sis!" he said thickly, "you've saved me—I-I feel like a brute to let you do it, I-I'll go, but I've got to tell them first, I mean the governor and mother." "I'll tell them!" Nancy shivered. "You can't stop for it—if you lose this train they—they might arrest you, they may be on their way now!" She kissed him suddenly. "Oh, Rod, be good now!" she sobbed. He could not speak, but he wrung her hand; then the gate slammed and he was gone. Nancy rose slowly, steadying herself in an instant with one hand on the old bench where she had sunk, and then she went slowly into the house. Her mother was sitting in a rocker by the window, her face hidden in her hands. Her father sat in the same chair where he had slept that morning. His gray hair was standing up on top of his head and he had not shaved; he looked around at Nancy. "Where's Roddy?" he demanded hoarsely. "Where's he hiding? I haven't seen him this morning—my God, I can't think where he got his streak from my son a common thief!" "You sha'n't say that of Roddy!" Mrs. Gordon cried for the hundredth time. "It isn't true, he never meant to take it, it's some mistake. He meant to pay it back!" "Yes," her husband assented harshly, "he did. You're right about that, Sarah. I never knew a thief who didn't mean to pay it back. They all do!" "We've got to pay it back then!" his wife sobbed. "We've got to save him—if I take the clothes off my back. If Roddy's sent to jail I shall die!" "Die?" Mr. Gordon raised his haggard face and stared at her. "I'd rather see Rod dead this minute than a common thief. God knows I wish I had him in his coffin now—nailed down tight!" "Papa!" Nancy's tone startled him, he raised his eyes again to her face, his lips twitching with intolerable pain. She swayed toward him, her blue eyes beautiful and soft; she loved him in his agony. She understood it. He had lost his pride in his son and he was too poor to pay; he was thinking of would never know. And she had spared the two downstairs too. It had crushed her father to think of his girl shamed for her brother. Nancy's lips twitched with pain at the thought; he had looked so like death in his sleep. The feeling had come to with a horrible swift surprise—her father was growing old! She clutched at her pillows, shaking. Her world might tumble down and she would have no one left—no one but—It was too much. She rose on her elbow and stared out of the window with pain blurred eyes—Richard! She gave a little cry and plunged her head down again into her pillows, sobbing and shaking with fear. Then the pain in her head began again and she stopped thinking, she lay after a while very still and limp, like a shot bird unable to use its wings. Sheer exhaustion, a sleepless night and the long racking of her nerves had told. The girl had fallen into a heavy, dreamless sleep. She was still sleeping when her mother quietly opened the door and came in. The huddled figure on the bed startled her; there was something in Nancy's very attitude that suggested misery and apprehensions. Mrs. Gordon came hurriedly across the room and touched her flushed cheek and her hot forehead. She had the skillful mother hands and she knew the feel of fever. Nancy started up on her elbow. "What is it, Mama?" she cried feverishly. gard face and stared at her, "I'd rather see Rod dead this minute than a common thief. God knows I wish I had him in his coffin now—nailed down tight!" "Papa!" Nancy's tone startled him, he raised his eyes again to her face, his lips twitching with intolerable pain. She swayed toward him, her blue eyes beautiful and soft; she loved him in his agony. She understood it. He had lost his pride in his son and he was too poor to pay; he was thinking of her and of her mother. Nancy's lips shook but she commanded herself. "Papa," she said softly, "Mama—she held her hands out to them tenderly. 'I've come to tell you—Roddy is safe; he's got the money, all of it, and he's gone to pay it back. I think he'll get there before they even find it out." Her father merely stared, incredulous, but her mother uttered a choked cry. "Oh, Nancy! How did he get it? Who lent him all that?" Nancy held her breath. If she told them, she did not know what her father might do. He loved her, he might take it hard, he might even go to Richard about it, and he could not pay it back, it would ruin him. She looked from one worn white face to the other and her eyes misted; she was doing it for them, she knew it now, for all of them—because she loved them, she loved them so much it was an anguish to see them suffer. "I borrowed it, Mama," she answered softly, "I got it—and Roddy and I will pay it back." Mr. Gordon half rose from his chair. "Who did you get that money from, Nancy?" he demanded hoarsely. Nancy backed away from them; they were both dazed but their eyes followed her. "I can't tell you today," she gasped, "that's part of it—the pledge, I mean, but I'll tell you next week."' She broke away; she must not tell them, she dared not—yet! She turned a little wildly and ran out of the room. Nancy lay quite still, face downward on her bed, hands clasped close over her eyes, shutting out the light. mother quietly opened the door and came in. The huddled figure on the bed startled her; there was something in Nancy's very attitude that suggested misery and apprehensions. Mrs. Gordon came hurriedly across the room and touched her flushed cheek and her hot forehead. She had the skillful mother hands and she knew the feel of fever. Nancy started up on her elbow. "What is it, Mama?" she cried feverishly. Her mother shook her head. "Nothing at all now, dear. Papa went out to the bank for a while, he had to do something. He wanted to come up here and see you but I stopped him. Don't you think you ought to tell him—about the money you borrowed, Nancy?" Nancy, sitting on the side of her bed now, slipped her arms about her mother's neck, laying her cheek against hers. "I'll tell him—I'll tell you both next week—I promised that. Oh, Mama, don't ask me—I was so glad to get it for Roddy." Mrs. Gordon drew a long breath, a sob in her throat; her face puckered and quivered with tears like a child's. "Oh, Nancy!" she sobbed. They clasped each other, weeping. They held each other for a long time and then Mrs. Gordon felt the girl's hot cheek. She drew back, looking at her. "You're ill, child!" "Only my head, Mama, I didn't sleep last night." Her mother rose. "You lie down," she said gently, struggling to be herself again. "I'll get you a cup of tea." The hot tea and toast revived her a little, and the touch of her mother's hands on her hot forehead soothed her. She felt like a child again, being comforted after a hurt. "Don't go yet!" she whispered, and in the twilight Mrs. Gordon sat for a long time beside her daughter's bed, holding her hand. They did not talk much. The older woman was thinking of her son; the girl, of tomorrow. But after a while they heard the front door open and Mrs. Gordon rose hurriedly. "There's Papa; I'll go get his dinner for him. I hope he can eat! You needn't come down, child, if your head still aches." Nancy let her go; her head did not ache so badly now, but she was glad to escape her father's questions. She had work to do. She packed a handbag with a few things she would need and she hurried, tumbling things over. Her wardrobe was small enough; she had not much choice, but she selected the simplest things she had, a dark blue serge and a plain hat. The moon had risen splendidly and across the window was stretched the long branch of the pine, etched black against the silver sky. It was very still in the house. Nancy knew her father and mother had finished dinner. They were sitting in the library now, on the other side of the house. She could not even hear their voices, but the pine trees swinging a little, tapped on her windowsill. Then she heard another sound, soft and sweet but penny. He looked up earnestly. He could not read the eyes so far above him, but he felt a change, an incredible change, in her. "Are you really ill, Nancy?" he cried. Where he stood, with his face lifted and unshadowed, she saw him plainly. Where he stood, with his face lifted and unshadowed, she saw him plainly. She could see the look in his eyes. It set her heart beating again and her fingers tightened on the sill. "No," she said faintly, "not really—but my head did ache dreadfully. I can't talk to you tonight. Page, indeed—I'd come down if I could, but I can't!" Her voice broke and he caught the change in it. Hope mounted into certainty; he was sure she loved him, but she was coquetting with it, playing with it, like a girl. He lifted his hand- Motorists Warned To Park Parallel Motorists who thoughtlessly parked their machines at an angle on North Los Angeles street after Tuesday received free tickets to Judge Frank Tausch's court to answer for violation of a parking ordinance making parallel parking compulsory within city limits on the U.S. Highway No. 101. Police Chief James S. Bouldin and his officers early this week spent two days notifying motorists that parallel parking now is necessary, in conformity with an ordinance passed in agreement with state highway officials when they undertook to resurface and regrade and pave the northern portion of Los Angeles street. NOTICE INVITING SEALED PROPOSALS FOR ELECTRICAL EQUIPMENT Notice is hereby given that sealed proposals will be received by the City Council of the City of Anaheim at the office of the City Clerk of said City up to the hour of eight o'clock P.M. of Tuesday the 27th day of February, 1934, for furnishing the following material to said City in accordance with list and specifications adopted January 30th, 1934: 2 — Automatic Indoor Type Voltage Regulators. 4 — 800 amp. 7500 volts, single-pole, double throw switches. 2 — 400 amp. 7500 volts, single-pole, single-throw switches. Alternate on above: Automatic step voltage regulators must be so they can be used on 3 phase 4 KV 50 cycle in future. Prices to be F.O.B. City of Ana- The moon had risen splendidly and across the window was stretched the long branch of the pine, etched black against the silver sky. It was very still in the house. Nancy knew her father and mother had finished dinner. They were sitting in the library now, on the other side of the house. She could not even hear their voices, but the pine trees swinging a little, tapped on her windowsill. Then she heard another sound, soft and sweet but penetrating, the faint notes of a love-song strummed on a guitar. Page! The girl trembled like a leaf; he had come, of course, with his guitar. Nancy stumbled to her window and looked down. The moonlight made the old garden like day. Below her, the grass-plot looked as if a hoar-frost had whitened it. Nearer still was Page Roemer. Nancy looked at him. How tall and slim he was—so much lighter in build than Richard. She could see his clean-cut profile and his white forehead. He strummed on the guitar again, calling her with the old soft notes appealingly. Nancy answered. Page stopped playing instantly, and in the moonlight she saw the joy in his face. "Come down, Nancy; it's a lovely night!" She clung to the windowsill. "I can't, Page, my head aches terribly." "The moon will cure it. Come down," he pleaded, "I've got something to say to you tonight. Nancy, please come down." Nancy knew what he had to say to her; it had been trembling on his lips so long, and he had delayed it—because delay is sweet. They liked to wait; and unspoken love was so much more tender, more illusive, more desirable than mere words. But now it was too late. "I can't come down tonight, Page. No, really! Didn't mother tell you?" He drew down his brows anxiously. "Yes, but I didn't believe you'd stay up there—a night like this. Nancy, when can I come?" he added gravely. She trembled. She could make no more promises! "I—I don't know—don't ask me tonight, Page, my head aches so!" 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