anaheim-gazette 1934-02-22

Anaheim, Calif., Feb. 22, 1934 The Dollar Bride by Mary Imlay Taylor SIXTH 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 Day dawned at last and the sun rose gloriously—sunshine mocks at human misery. It was shining in the kitchen windows where Amanda, with her sleeves rolled up, was cutting potatoes. As she pared she sang: through her. Did the old man know? She must not betray Roddy, she had saved him so far, she must not fall now. She swallowed the lump in her throat. "He had to catch a train, that was all," she explained gently, "I'm sure he didn't see you." Nancy hurried now. She had told Richard not to come for her, to wait at the station. She thought it would be easier to go there alone, but it was not; it was harder every minute. Then suddenly she saw him waiting for her quietly, standing at his own gate. He seemed to loom up there, not the figure that her fevered dreams had conjured — as a child dreams of the bogie-man—but Richard, tall and strong. The same face, too, not handsome like Page Roemer's, but with something in it that frightened her. Yet his eyes were warm and glowing now and—yes, they were kind! "I couldn't let you walk all the way there alone, Nancy," he said huskily, clasping her hand a moment and letting it go again. "I've felt a beastly coward, not to come to tell your father and mother, and take you off to a church like a man!" "You did what I asked, Richard," she got her voice—at first she thought she couldn't—and they walked on to... 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 Day dawned at last and the sun rose gloriously—sunshine mocks, at human misery. It was shining in the kitchen windows where Amanda, with her sleeves rolled up, was cutting potatoes. As she pared she sang: "Take me up an' set me down Spank in Heaven-town! Take me up— Fo' de Lawd, Miss Nancy yo' done startled me!" Nancy had appeared unexpectedly upon the threshold. It was early but she was fully dressed for the street and wore a big hat that shaded her eyes. "Mandy, I'm going out — I want something. Can I have a cup of coffee now?" "I reckons so, Miss Nancy; I done made it a ready." Nancy sat down in a kitchen chair and took the big cup from Mandy's hands. The coffee was hot and golden brown; Nancy sipped it slowly, watching the deft brown hands at work. "Take me up on' set me down Spang in Heaven-town," sang Amanda, pausing now and then as she flipped the slender slices of potatoes in the boiling fat. "Take me up an' set me down Where dem angels keeps my crown! Oh, dere ain't no mothe up dere, Oh, dere ain't no rust to spare, Where dem angels shines my crown!" Nancy choked down a little more hot coffee. Amanda, looking up, caught her in the act of setting the cup aside. "Heah, yo' ain't a-goin', is yo'? Yo' didn't drink half dat coffee. Deed, Miss Nancy, you'll get malaria, yo' sho' will!" But Nancy was already gone. In the path outside the door she turned and flung Amanda a smile over her shoulder. It was a pale young smile that seemed near tears. "I couldn't let you walk all the way there alone, Nancy," he said huskily, clasping her hand a moment and letting it go again. "I've felt a beastly coward, not to come to tell your father and mother, and take you off to a church like a man!" "You did what I asked, Richard," she got her voice—at first she thought she couldn't—and they walked on together. Once she raised her eyes and gave Richard a sidelong look, and she was stricken by it. Again she saw how he loved her and it terrified her. It was like meeting something mighty and irresistible. She was wicked. It was a wicked and sordid thing to do to a man who loved her. "There's Mrs. Hadden," said Richard's voice and it sounded strange. Nancy looked up at the motor and saw Helena's face at the window, her green eyes looking at them. She leaned forward, startled, bowing to them, and Nancy's cheeks grew rosy. Helena's eyes looked as if they knew, or thought they knew — something! Nancy, trying to hide her own trembling, saw her looking back, her eyes on Richard, and Richard red under his tan. "Haddon's going on the train with us," he said quietly, they were in sight of the station now. "He told me so last night. A pleasure trip—it won't bother us, Nancy." She thought it would; she did not like Helena, and Kingrom Haddon was Helena's husband, and the president of the bank where Mr. Gordon had worked as a trusted clerk for twenty years. Helena would wonder why Nancy was going to Washington with Richard. Would they have to tell him? Her heart sank—it would make it so real before—before it happened. Unconsciously she faltered; her very lips grew pale. Richard saw it. Up to this moment he had been carried along by a rush of feeling, by the depth of his own passion for her, but now—in a moment—the thing fell to pieces. They were almost at the station when he stopped short. "Nancy," his voice was harsh and broken, "I—I wish I knew—you make a fellow feel like a brute! I can't go on with this—if I'm forcing you to marry me against your heart!" She stood still at his side, her profile toward him. She did not lift her eyes. "I—" she struggled with herself, and then steadily: "I pledged myself to marry you—if you want to refuse—" "Nancy Virginia!" he caught her hand and held it fiercely. He fairly some like Page Roemer's, but with something in it that frightened her. Yet his eyes were warm and glowing now and—yes, they were kind! "I couldn't let you walk all the way there alone, Nancy," he said huskily, clasping her hand a moment and letting it go again. "I've felt a beastly coward, not to come to tell your father and mother, and take you off to a church like a man!" "You did what I asked, Richard," she got her voice—at first she thought she couldn't—and they walked on together. Once she raised her eyes and gave Richard a sidelong look, and she was stricken by it. Again she saw how he loved her and it terrified her. It was like meeting something mighty and irresistible. She was wicked. It was a wicked and sordid thing to do to a man who loved her. "There's Mrs. Hadden," said Richard's voice and it sounded strange. Nancy looked up at the motor and saw Helena's face at the window, her green eyes looking at them. She leaned forward, startled, bowing to them, and Nancy's cheeks grew rosy. Helena's eyes looked as if they knew, or thought they knew — something! Nancy, trying to hide her own trembling, saw her looking back, her eyes on Richard, and Richard red under his tan. "Haddon's going on the train with us," he said quietly, they were in sight of the station now. "He told me so last night. A pleasure trip—it won't bother us, Nancy." She thought it would; she did not like Helena, and Kingrom Haddon was Helena's husband, and the president of the bank where Mr. Gordon had worked as a trusted clerk for twenty years. Helena would wonder why Nancy was going to Washington with Richard. Would they have to tell him? Her heart sank—it would make it so real before—before it happened. Unconsciously she faltered; her very lips grew pale. Richard saw it. Up to this moment he had been carried along by a rush of feeling, by the depth of his own passion for her, but now—in a moment—the thing fell to pieces. They were almost at the station when he stopped short. "Nancy," his voice was harsh and broken, "I—I wish I knew—you make a fellow feel like a brute! I can't go on with this—if I'm forcing you to marry me against your heart!" She stood still at his side, her profile toward him. She did not lift her eyes. "I—" she struggled with herself, and then steadily: "I pledged myself to marry you—if you want to refuse—" "Nancy Virginia!" he caught her hand and held it fiercely. He fairly some like Page Roemer's, but with something in it that frightened her. Yet his eyes were warm and glowing now and—yes, they were kind! "I couldn't let you walk all the way there alone, Nancy," he said huskily, clasping her hand a moment and letting it go again. "I've felt a beastly coward, not to come to tell your father and mother, and take you off to a church like a man!" "You did what I asked, Richard," she got her voice—at first she thought she couldn't—and they walked on together. Once she raised her eyes and gave Richard a sidelong look, and she was stricken by it. Again she saw how he loved her and it terrified her. It was like meeting something mighty and irresistible. She was wicked. It was a wicked and sordid thing to do to a man who loved her. "There's Mrs. Hadden," said Richard's voice and it sounded strange. Nancy looked up at the motor and saw Helena's face at the window, her green eyes looking at them. She leaned forward, startled, bowing to them, and Nancy's cheeks grew rosy. Helena's eyes looked as if they knew, or thought they knew — something! Nancy, trying to hide her own trembling, saw her looking back, her eyes on Richard, and Richard red under his tan. "Haddon's going on the train with us," he said quietly, they were in sight of the station now. "He told me so last night. A pleasure trip—it won't bother us, Nancy." She thought it would; she did not like Helena, and Kingrom Haddon was Helena's husband, and the president of the bank where Mr. Gordon had worked as a trusted clerk for twenty years. Helena would wonder why Nancy was going to Washington with Richard. Would they have to tell him? Her heart sank—it would make it so real before—before it happened. Unconsciously she faltered; her very lips grew pale. Richard saw it. Up to this moment he had been carried along by a rush of feeling, by the depth of his own passion for her, but now—in a moment—the thing fell to pieces. They were almost at the station when he stopped short. "Nancy," his voice was harsh and broken, "I—I wish I knew—you make a fellow feel like a brute! I can't go on with this—if I'm forcing you to marry me against your heart!" She stood still at his side, her profile toward him. She did not lift her eyes. "'Not unadvisedly reverently,' discreetly berly, in the fear of How solemnly he ed to be seeking her her, not Richard. It on purpose! "'Nancy Virginia,' this man to be thy He paused; his stu to grate and pierce the truth out of her on purpose! "'I, Nancy Virginia Rich,' to be——' Her ears were rir lips were dry. She repeated it after him inglessly, like a paraphrase him all her life with hands and his spectacle his nose. But she vee voice repeating it, Richard's turn. "'With this ring I all my worldly good His worldly goods and cold. She hard was doing when tha hands with her.' T Richard kindly and the change in his t know that Richard She was shaking "I felt a beastly coward, not to come to tell your father and mother." It was very early in the morning and the street seemed to be flooded with light. There was old Major Lomax standing in his garden. Nancy's heart sank, she hated to meet any one but she had to go that way. "Hello, Nancy, going on a journey?" He was looking at her satchel. "Just for a little while," she answered hurriedly, "how's Angie?" "Still living here. Better come in and see her," he advised, his eyes twinkling. Nancy hurried. "I can't come in today, but—give Angie my love, please," she faltered. The major chuckled. "Think I'm a carrier pigeon, eh? Angie and I saw Roddy hurry by last week—what's wrong? He never looked at us, Nancy, went by like a shoot." Nancy felt a thrill of fear run "Nancy," his voice was harsh and broken, "I—I wish I knew—you make a fellow feel like a brute! I can't go on with this—if I'm forcing you to marry me against your heart!" She stood still at his side, her profile toward him. She did not lift her eyes. "I—" she struggled with herself, and then steadily: "I pledged myself to marry you—if you want to refuse—" "Nancy Virginia!" he caught her hand and held it fiercely. He fairly hurt it but she did not wince. They stood a moment thus and then walked on; the force that was driving him now was too strong even for him, or he made no effort to resist it. At the station, Richard held the door open and Nancy stepped inside. She stood still inside the station door. She was conscious that Richard had left her for a moment and, looking across the station, she saw him talking to a tall thin man who stooped a little. Haddon, of course! They knew each other well, Richard was the banker's stopper short. "Nancy," his voice was harsh and broken, "I—I wish I knew—you make a fellow feel like a brute! I can't go on with this—if I'm forcing you to marry me against your heart!" She stood still at his side, her profile toward him. She did not lift her eyes. "I—" she struggled with herself, and then steadily: "I pledged myself to marry you—if you want to refuse—" "Nancy Virginia!" he caught her hand and held it fiercely. He fairly hurt it but she did not wince. They stood a moment thus and then walked on; the force that was driving him now was too strong even for him, or he made no effort to resist it. At the station, Richard held the door open and Nancy stepped inside. She stood still inside the station door. She was conscious that Richard had left her for a moment and, looking across the station, she saw him talking to a tall thin man who stooped a little. Haddon, of course! They knew each other well, Richard was the banker's stopper short. "Nancy," his voice was harsh and broken, "I—I wish I knew—you make a fellow feel like a brute! I can't go on with this—if I'm forcing you to marry me against your heart!" She stood still at his side, her profile toward him. She did not lift her eyes. "I—" she struggled with herself, and then steadily: "I pledged myself to marry you—if you want to refuse—" "Nancy Virginia!" he caught her hand and held it fiercely. He fairly hurt it but she did not wince. They stood a moment thus and then walked on; the force that was driving him now was too strong even for him, or he made no effort to resist it. At the station, Richard held the door open and Nancy stepped inside. She stood still inside the station door. She was conscious that Richard had left her for a moment and, looking across the station, she saw him talking to a tall thin man who stooped a little. Haddon, of course! They knew each other well, Richard was the banker's stopper short. "Nancy," his voice was harsh and broken, "I—I wish I knew—you make a fellow feel like a brute! I can't go on with this—if I'm forcing you to marry me against your heart!" She stood still at his side, her profile toward him. She did not lift her eyes. "I—" she struggled with herself, and then steadily: "I pledged myself to marry you—if you want to refuse—" "Nancy Virginia!" he caught her hand and held it fiercely. He fairly hurt it but she did not wince. They stood a moment thus and then walked on; the force that was driving him now was too strong even for him, or he made no effort to resist it. At the station, Richard held the door open and Nancy stepped inside. She stood still inside the station door. She was conscious that Richard had left her for a moment and, looking across the station, she saw him talking to a tall thin man who stooped a little. Haddon, of course! They knew each other well, Richard was the banker's stopper short. "Nancy," his voice was harsh and broken, "I—I wish I knew—you make a fellow feel like a brute! I can't go on with this—if I'm forcing you to marry me against your heart!" She stood still at his side, her profile toward him. She did not lift her eyes. "I—" she struggled with herself, and then steadily: "I pledged myself to marry you—if you want to refuse—" "Nancy Virginia!" he caught her hand and held it fiercely. He fairly hurt it but she did not wince. They stood a moment thus and then walked on; the force that was driving him now was too strong even for him, or he made no effort to resist it. At the station, Richard held the door open and Nancy stepped inside. She stood still inside the station door. She was conscious that Richard had left her for a moment and, looking across the station, she saw him talking to a tall thin man who stooped a little. Haddon, of course! They knew each other well, Richard was the banker's stopper short. "Nancy," his voice was harsh and broken, "I—I wish I knew—you make a fellow feel like a brute! I can't go on with this—if I'm forcing you to marry me against your heart!" She stood still at his side, her profile toward him. She did not lift her eyes. "I—" she struggled with herself, and then steadily: "I pledged myself to marry you—if you want to refuse—" "Nancy Virginia!" he caught her hand and held it fiercely. He fairly hurt it but she did not wince. They stood a moment thus and then walked on; the force that was driving him now was too strong even for him, or he made no effort to resist it. At the station, Richard held the door open and Nancy stepped inside. She stood still inside the station door. She was conscious that Richard had left her for a moment and, looking across the station, she saw him talking to a tall thin man who stooped a little. Haddon, of course! They knew each other well, Richard was the banker's stopper short. "Nancy," his voice was harsh and broken, "I—I wish I knew—you make a fellow feel like a brute! I can't go on with this—if I'm forcing you to marry me against your heart!" She stood still at his side, her profile toward him. She did not lift her eyes. "I—" she struggled with herself, and then steadily: "I pledged myself to marry you—if you want to refuse—" "Nancy Virginia!" he caught her hand and held it fiercely. He fairly hurt it but she did not wince. They stood a moment thus and then walked on; the force that is driving him now is too strong even for him, or he made no effort to resist it. At the station, Richard held the door open and Nancy stepped inside. She stood still inside the station door. She was conscious that Richard had left her for a moment and, looking across the station, she saw him talking to a tall thin man who stooped a little. Haddon, of course! They knew each other well, Richard was the banker's stopper short. "Nancy," his voice was harsh and broken, "I—I wish I knew—you make a fellow feel like a brute! I can't go on with this—if I'm forcing you to marry me against your heart!" She stood still at his side, her profile toward him. She did not lift her eyes. "I—" she struggled with herself, and then steadily: "I pledged myself to marry you—if you want to refuse—" "Nancy Virginia!" he caught her hand and held it fiercely. He fairly hurt it but she did not wince. They stood a moment thus and then walked on; the force that is driving him now is too strong even for him, or he made no effort to resist it. At the station, Richard held the door open and Nancy stepped inside. She stood still inside the station door. She was conscious that Richard had left her for a moment and, looking across the station, she saw him talking to a tall thin man who stooped a little. Haddon, of course! They knew each other well, Richard was the banker's stopper short. "Nancy," his voice was harsh and broken, "I—I wish I knew—you make a fellow feel like a brute! I can't go on with this—if I'm forcing you to marry me against your heart!" She stood still at his side, her profile toward him. She did not lift her eyes. "I—" she struggled with herself, and then steadily: "I pledged myself to marry you—if you want to refuse—" "Nancy Virginia!" he caught her hand and held it fiercely. He fairly hurt it but she did not wince. They stood a moment thus and then walked on; the force that is driving him now is too strong even for him, or he made no effort to resist it. At the station, Richard held the door open and Nancy stepped inside. She stood still inside the station door. She was conscious that Richard had left her for a moment and, looking across the station, she saw him talking to a tall thin man who stooped a little. Haddon, of course! They knew each other well, Richard was the banker's stopper short. "Nancy," his voice was harsh and broken, "I—I wish I know—a bearly coward, not to come to tell your father and mother." ANAHEIM GAZETTE physician. Was he telling him about her? Nancy's heart beat hard. No, Richard had not told Haddon; the banker never looked her way at all. Suddenly she felt as if she wished he had. Why hadn't Richard— "I thought you wouldn't want to talk to Haddon all the way, so I didn't tell him you were here," Richard said, coming up and taking her bag. "The train's going in two minutes, Nancy, we'll have to get aboard." The church was almost empty but there were some roses in the white marble front, a little way from the group of witnesses, strangers, two women and a man—the church sexton. "In the face of this company, to join together this man and this woman—" Nancy's mind staggered back from it. She lifted her white face and looked full into the minister's eyes. She was shaken by their look, their odd questioning look. A pang of fear shot through her. Nancy stood beside Richard, but she no longer lifted her eyes. She did not want to meet that look again. witnesses; then they walked down the long alley—they two alone—a past the vacant pews under the low gallery. Richard opened the swinging-doors and the cold spring air met them like a friend. Across the city square the blue shadows of the dusk had gathered. Terror and homesickness clutched at Nancy's heart; she looked up and met Richard's eyes, they frightened her; he saw through her, she knew he did! "Richard, I must go home," she panted. "I'm going to take you home," his voice shook, "my home is yours now, Nancy." "Oh, I don't mean that. I meant I'll have to tell father and mother now!" "Then—" he paused an instant, not looking at her, you want to go home tomorrow?" "Tomorrow?" her tone was tinged with agonized dismay. He meant to stay here then—or to go farther away still! "You want to go now?" he asked quietly, "at once?" "Oh!" she drew a long breath, "If I could—!" He was silent. They had reached the corner of the street and he stopped abruptly, apparently lost in thought. "You mean—you'd like to go home alone?—that—" he choked. For a long moment the man struggled with the mounting passion and fury in his soul. Then he turned quietly, without making her even aware of the tremendous effort he had made to control himself. "Come with me now," he said coldly. "I've taken rooms at the hotel here, close by. You need rest—I can see that—and I must talk to you." Something in his tone stung her; suddenly she remembered. She had begged his help and pledged herself. It was her doing, not his, and she was begging off! Even now, married to him, she was longing to escape, to break her word. Had he found it out? She had a strange feeling of being in a Deductions Listed For Taxes on Cars Expense Items On Autos Used in Business Explained for Income Tax Reports As an aid to motorists puzzling over their income tax returns for 1934, the legal department of the Automobile Club of Southern California has summarized allowable deductions on motor vehicle expenditure as well as important items of expense which cannot be deducted. The summary was made from a brief report of the United States bureau of internal revenue. Following is a list of allowable deductions: 1. All sums paid during the calendar year as registration fees, driver's licenses, personal property taxes and municipal license fees; 2. Interest on money borrowed tor the purchase of an automobile used for either business or pleasure; 3. All operating and maintenance expenses, including depreciation, on automobiles used wholly for business; or a pro-rata share of such expenses, representing business use where a passenger car is used chiefly (more than 50 per cent) for business. Depreciation usually is figured at 25 per cent per annum; 4. Automobile insurance on automobiles used for business purposes; 5. Uncompensated losses sustained by reason of damage to any automobile used for either pleasure or business; 6. Damage paid for injuries to persons or for destruction of property, provided the automobile at the time of the accident was being used for business; 7. The amount of financing charges of automobiles purchased for business purposes which covers the interest and risks on the loan, but not the amount covering the premium insurance to protect the finance company's interest; "I'm going to take you home;" his voice shook, "my home is yours now, Nancy." "Not unadvisedly or lightly; but reverently, discreetly, advisedly, soberly, in the fear of God." How solemnly he spoke. He seemed to be seeking her out and searching her, not Richard. He must be doing it on purpose! "Nancy Virginia, wilt thou have this man to be thy wedded husband?" He paused; his strange voice seemed to grate and pierce her, to try to drag the truth out of her. He was doing it on purpose! "I, Nancy Virginia, take thee, Richard, to be—" Her ears were ringing now and her lips were dry. She had said it, she had repeated it after him, chokingly, meaninglessly, like a parrot. She would see him all her life with that book in his hands and his spectacles slipping down his nose. But she had heard her own voice repeating it, and now it was Richard's turn. "With this ring I thee wed, and with all my worldly goods I thee endow—" His worldly goods? She turned hot and cold. She hardly knew what she was doing when the minister shook hands with her. Then he spoke to Richard kindly and frankly; she felt the change in his tone. He seemed to know that Richard was sincere. She was shaking hands now with the tremendous effort he had made to control himself. "Come with me now," he said coldly. "I've taken rooms at the hotel here, close by. You need rest—I can see that—and I must talk to you." Something in his tone stung her; suddenly she remembered. She had begged his help and pledged herself. It was her doing, not his, and she was begging off! Even now, married to him, she was longing to escape, to break her word. Had he found it out? She had a strange feeling of being in a dream and walking through an empty street with a stranger—toward a fate yet more strange. His silence, too, began to weigh upon her. She thought suddenly that it was their wedding-day—his wedding-day—and he loved her! A feeling of remorse shot through her, a feeling of shame. They had reached the hotel now and a small suite overlooking the same park that faced the church where they had been married. The curtains had not been drawn and moving mechanically to the nearest window, Nancy stood looking out upon the city street with blank unseeing eyes. All her senses seemed alive to but one thing, Richard's presence and the sharper consciousness that they were alone together in a strange place. To him it was a moment of intolerable complexity. He saw the girl he loved, his wife at last, young, lovely, appealing in her evident distress. Yet this, which should have been a moment of exultation and joy, was one of bitterness. How perfect she was and she was his. The thought surged through him and kindled him like a flame. He forgot the way of getting her for an instant, because she was actually his! Continued Next Week Police Confiscate Children's Skates Police will confiscate the skates of children roller skating in the business district, Police Chief James S. Bouldin warned early this week. This stringent order was given to promote safety of both children and pedestrians. Wake Up Your Liver Bile —Without Calomel And You'll Jump Out of Bed in the Morning Rarin' to Go If this bile is not flowing freely, your food doesn't digest. It just decays in the bowels. Gas bleats up your stomach. 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