anaheim-gazette 1934-03-01

Anaheim, Calif., March 1, 1934 The Dollar Bride by Mary Imlay Taylor SEVENTH INSTALLMENT Nancy Gordon trades herself in marriage for fifteen thousand dollars—the price of her family honor—and the freedom of her brother, Roddy, who stole, for a woman, that amount from the bank in which he works. Nancy, desperately in love with young Page Roemer, nevertheless agrees to a secret elopement with Dr. Richard Morgan, and with the money he loans her prevents Roddy's arrest. Dr. Morgan is loved by Helena Haddon, a sophisticated young married woman, but he adores Nancy and hopes to win her after marriage. In Washington they are married. Nancy is Richard's bride—and afraid of him. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY He could keep her, he had a right to keep her—Then he saw her shaking like a leaf. By a kind of violence then, blinding himself, he had married a woman who did not love him, who shrank from him now with terror and replusion. He turned away, without a word, and began to walk to and fro in the room. If he looked at her he might yield to the natural impulse of his own love for her, he might take it to his heart can't love me, that's what I mean!" he flung back at her like a challenge. She took it as such and faced him, quivering from head to foot. "I-I didn't pretend I did!" she said very low, her lips twitching painfully with the effort to force speech—"I-I didn't mean to cheat you—I told you—I pledged myself. I've kept that pledge—I've married you." "Oh, have you?" he mocked. He was shaking with fury. All the pent-up passion and misery of the love he was crushing down to spare her broke loose in his anger. He caught one of her hands in his again and kissed it passionately, then, when he felt it lie there, unresisting, as if she dared not take it away, he flung it from him. "I'm going to take you home—there's a night train, or rather a morning one, at half-past two. We'll go on it. Meanwhile—" he swept the space about them with his gesture of disdainful curtsey—"these rooms are yours. Lie down and rest, I'll have you ready morning. Rich sleeping-berth made us to lie down and rest, one of a professional. A sensation of relief she drew her breath suddenly, abruptly, so circle of the wedding-rush She stared at it curiously. She was not even no longer what had happened to Richard openly, but help and pledging herself ried him and he——? that he must scorn her as he seemed to love she did not love him, ribly—she had married Her thoughts did no sequence; she had glimpses, and swift, poised of her father-looking—and her mother, of from jail, of Angle eyes, and of Page Rose of him was like a sworn her cringe back and coerced her shaking hands. W tell him? She could not she could not! The sun was rising and dressed in a sw way. She did not know had gone. He had had left her alone. So when he came and in way, made her go into "You can't starve y grimly, and added in 'don't hate me so much Nancy!" She raised her eyes looked full at him for She was shocked at the in one night. He looked ten years older than she older than Page—he now in the crude light train. He was looking glances met, met with usual feeling. He put voluntarily and took He could keep her, he had a right to keep her—. Then he saw her shaking like a leaf. By a kind of violence then, blinding himself, he had married a woman who did not love him, who shrank from him now with terror and replusion. He turned away, without a word, and began to walk to and fro in the room. If he looked at her he might yield to the natural impulse of his own love for her; he might take her to his heart, and it would be against her will. It would be actually an act of violence rather than an embrace, for she was afraid of him; he saw it! It moved him, perhaps more than anything else. Then the tumult or his feeling drowned even thought itself. He crossed the room quickly. In a moment his arm was around her, his hand on her shoulder. "Nancy," he said softly, "my wife!" She tried to answer him, but her lips refused to move. She could not even lift her eyes to his. He felt it, felt that she actually shivered at his touch. He let her go, his arms fell at his sides, and he stood still, regarding her. "I knew you didn't love me," he said at last; "I gambled on the chance that I could make you—I God forgive me, I took advantage of you, I——." He turned away, and then at last, hurriedly: "I am going to take you home!" "You mean—?" her lips shook. "I mean I don't want you to hate me. Nancy, this thing can't go on, I see it! This marriage——" he stopped, unable to go on. "Richard—" she began taintly, taking a step toward him. He looked around at her and their eyes met. She was snaked again by the power and passion of his gaze. She had never really known the man and now, in the depths of those strange green-brown eyes of his, one saw love, passion and rage, not amusement, too, by compassion, the compassion a man might feel for a spotted cat. Nancy's face burned suddenly. She came nearer, nudging up her head. "I forgive me Richard," she said faintly, "and give me a little time." His face softened wonderfully. "Nancy!" he gathered her trembling hands into his. "you don't know what love is you child you!" He drew a little scarer. "I wonder if you've ever been in love in your whole life." She winced with such a tremor of iceing, that red blood mounted from her bosom to her throat. "I've marred you," she said in a low voice, "I'm try to do my best—I will "I'm going to take you home—there's a night train, or rather a morning one, at half-past two. We'll go on it. Meanwhile—" he swept the space about them with his gesture of disdainful curtsey—"these rooms are yours. Lie down and rest, I'll have you called in time. I'm going out—good night until—the train goes." She did not answer, she stood quite still, watching him with startled eyes. She only half understood; she felt as if a great hot whirlwind had blown past her through the rooms and scorched her. She only half glimpsed the disappointment the wrath, the mortification he felt. Then, suddenly, he returned. He clung himself on one knee beside her chair; she felt his hands, hot and shaking, close on hers, and she lifted her eyes and met the passionate pain in his. "Listen to me, Nancy," his voice passionate still, had softened. It was shaken now by a new emotion: a demeanor one, his tenderness for her. Not even anger could drive it out when he looked at her bowed head. "I love you—never dream but that. I love you. But I won't take a wife who surrises from me—like a pestilence? I'm setting you free. You can even say nothing of this marriage, if you will. I've made no announcement. I'll make none without your sanction. I've married you—I'm going to try to win you now. When you can come back to me..." "forgive me Richard," she said faintly, "and give me a little time." His face softened wonderfully. "Nancy!" he gathered her trembling hands into his. "you don't know what love is you child you!" He drew a little marker. "I wonder if you've ever really been in love in your whole life." She winked with such a tremor of feeling that red blood mounted from her bosom to her throat. "I've married you," she said in a low voice. "I'm try to do my best—I will trust, if I give me a little time, richard." "And you take no thought of me!" he laughed a strangely bitter laugh. "You've married me and you forget I'm a man like other men—I have feelings, too, Nancy; I'm not a stone—and you can feel how I love you!" "Oh!" she gasped, "I—I was wrong to do it! I—you love me, and I—." She wrenched one hand tree and, reaching back behind her, caught at the edge of a heavy table and leaned against it. weakly. Her agony reached through even his passionate emotion. She had recoiled from him with such terror that it struck him like a blow. He let her hands drop with a gesture of passionate rage. "I don't want a wife who doesn't love me!" he cried with sudden fury. The moment was primal; the tornado of his passion and his revulsion tore down to his very heart. She shrank before it, clinging—white-faced—to the table against which she leaned. He did not heed it. "I'm going to take you home. You—" he stopped again, unable to go on, then, mastering himself—"you're free—if you will, you can keep this marriage secret—it's no marriage except in name. I'll take you nome now—tonight!" She caught her breath, staring at him wildly, but instead of relief, she felt the sting of his rejection. "You mean——?" her stiff lips refused to frame the words in her mind. "I mean I don't want a woman who really morning. Richard had had her sleeping-berth made up and ordered her to lie down and rest, with the detached one of a professional adviser. A sensation of relief shot through her, she drew her breath deeply, and then, suddenly, abruptly, she felt the hard circle of the wedding-ring on her finger. She stared at it curiously, abhorrently. She was not even now quite clear as to what had happened. She had gone to Richard openly, brazenly, begging help and pledging herself, she had married him and he—? It seemed to her that he must scorn her as tremendously as he seemed to love her. And though she did not love him, it shook her horribly—she had married him. Her thoughts did not come in sequence; she had glimpses of outside things, and swift, poignant visions—of her father—looking gray and broken—and her mother, of Roddy delivered from jail, of Angie Fuller's spannel eyes, and of Page Roerner. The thought of him was like a sword-thrust, it made her cringe back and cover her face with her shaking hands. Would she have to tell him? She could not—she was sure she could not! The sun was rising when she got up and dressed in a swift, absentminded way. She did not know where Richard had gone. He had been merciful, he had left her alone. She was very pale when he came and, in his authoritative way, made her go into the dining-car. "You can't starve yourself," he said grimly, and added in an undertone: "don't hate me so much you can't eat, Nancy!" She raised her eyes suddenly and looked full at him for the first time. She was shocked at the change in him in one night. He looked old. He was ten years older than she was, five years older than Page—the might be fifty now in the crude light of the awaying train. He was looking at her and their glances met, met with a shock of mutual feeling. He put his hand out involuntarily and took hers and felt it "Oh, I must go!" she gasped, "I must!" "Go? As you will, Nancy; see — I keep my faith," and he stepped back aside his own gate and stood there, waiting to watch her. She felt his eyes, gave one glance back, whitened to her lips and fled. Richard was a proud man and he reddened under his tan. He had seen the agony in her face when she shivered at his touch, she, his wife—incredible! Then the flame of passion leaped up again. "She's mine—mine!" He was startled at a voice. "Richard, I've been waiting ever so long for you!" It was Helena Haddon standing at his door. He was taken aback without reason. It was no unusual thing for Helena. "She's Mine!" he thought cruelly. "She's mine—I'll never let her go!" WALNUT SACKS STOLEN La Habra Walnut Growers' association Monday reported to the sheriff's office the theft of 650 walnut sacks, valued at $40. LOSES CHICKEN FEED George Hatfield lost two dollars worth of chicken feed when burglars entered his garage at 1201 Diamond street over the week end. LEGAL NOTICE NOTICE OF ELECTION For Trustees of the Union High School District 2.1059, School Code Notice is hereby given to the electors of the Anaheim Union High School District, County of Orange, State of California, that the Annual Election for High School Trustees will be held in the Public School Houses in said district on the last Friday in March, viz., March 30, 1934. It will be necessary to elect two trustees at large for three years. The polls will be open between the hours of six o'clock a.m. and seven o'clock p.m. in the Anaheim Precinct and the polling place will be the High School; The polls will be open between the hours of two o'clock p.m. and six o'clock p.m. in the Loara Precinct and the polling place will be the Loara School Building; The polls will be open between the hours of two o'clock p.m. and six o'clock p.m. in the Katella Precinct and the polling place will be the Katella School Building; The polls will be open between the hours of two o'clock p.m. and six o'clock p.m. in the Magnolia Precinct and the polling place will be the Magnolia School Building; The polls will be open between the hours of two o'clock p.m. and six o'clock p.m. in the Laurel Precinct and the polling place will be the Laurel School Building; "don't hate me so much you can't eat, Nancy!" She raised her eyes suddenly and looked full at him for the first time. She was shocked at the change in him in one night. He looked old. He was ten years older than she was, five years older than Page—he might be fifty now in the crude light of the awaying train. He was looking at her and their glances met, met with a shock of mutual feeling. He put his hand out involuntarily and took hers and felt it icy cold. "You poor child!" he exclaimed softly. Sitting opposite her in the dining-car, with the little white-covered table between them he had another change of heart. He could not give her up! "She's mine—I'll never let her go!" and then he was ashamed. "Eat something, Nancy," he urged, "you've got to." She tried, choking down her food, but her hands shook. He saw it, saw that she would not—or could not—even look at him now, and choked down his own food and took her back to her place in the sleeper, and left her to herself. "I think you want to be alone," he said. She assented without words and they made the rest of the journey apart. It was late afternoon when they finally got home. There were only a few people at the station and Richard and Nancy walked up the street unmolested. They did not speak until they reached his gate and Richard stopped there. "Won't you come in, Nancy?" His very tone appealed. For an instant his pride broke, there was hunger and longing in his voice. She gasped. "I—I'd like to go to home first—I what do you mean, Richard?" He gave her a tense look. "I'm human—God, I'm human!" he said. "you know what I mean!" She hung her head, she did not know what to do, but—unconsciously—she wrung her hands. "Can I come home with you now," Richard pleaded, "and see your father and mother—or am I to stay here?" "She's Mine!" he thought cruelly. "She's mine—I'll never let her go!" to come. He was the Haddon's physician and she came—sometimes with bald excuses, sometimes in real need of something to quiet her nerves, but today—! "What's the trouble?" he asked, striving to be natural. "Nerves again, Helena?" "Oh, it's everything!" she smiled at him. "It's nerves and King—and the spring weather." "Principally the spring weather, I fancy," he said reassuringly, opening the door for her. He meant to take her into his office, but she walked straight into the library. He saw her mood and he had begun sometimes to fear its consequences; today he was thinking hard: "At least I don't have to tell her now!" "I hope you haven't got the same old headache, Helena?" "No, it's not my headache," Helena laughed, looking around at him, opening her green eyes wide and laughing at him. "I see there's been a visitor here b fore me," she added mockingly. Continued Next Week $75,975 Beverage Tax for January The state tax on beer and wine showed an increase for January over December, a total of $75,975 in revenue being collected from this source last month. R. E. Collins, chairman of the state board of equalization, announced December collections were $66,942. Of the total receipts for January, 77 per cent represented beer distributions and 23 per cent was wine. California breweries distributed 90 per cent of the total beer distributions. HOW WOMEN CAN WIN MEN AND MEN WIN The Favor of Other Men Unless two pints of bile juice expect them to get rid of this poison that destroys your personal charm. The polls will be open between the hours of two o'clock p.m. and six o'clock p.m., in the Magnolia Precinct, and the polling place will be the Magnolia School Building; The polls will be open between the hours of two o'clock p.m. and six o'clock p.m., in the Centralla Precinct, and the polling place will be the Centralla School Building; The polls will be open between the hours of two o'clock p.m., and six o'clock p.m., in the Cypress Precinct and the polling place will be the Cypress School Building; The polls will be open between the hours of two o'clock p.m., and six o'clock p.m., in the Savanna Precinct and the polling place will be the Savanna School Building. HENRY RAMM, President. CHAS. E. HARBESON, Clerk ALFRED H. PIBEL A. C. RIUTCEL F. L. BENSON Board of Trustees. Anaheim Union High School District. Mar. 1, 8, 15, 22, 1934. HOW WOMEN CAN WIN MEN AND MEN WIN The Favor of Other Men Unless two pints of bile juice flow daily from your liver into your bowels, your food decays in your bowels. This poisons your whole body. Movements get hard and constipated. You get yellow tongue, yellow skin, pimples, dull eyes, bad breath, bad taste, gas, dizziness, headache. You have become an ugly-looking, foul-smelling, sour-thinking person. You have lost your personal charm. Everybody wants to run from you. But don't take salts, mineral waters, oils, laxative pills, laxative candies or chewing gums and expect them to get rid of this poison that destroys your personal charm. The can't do it, for they only move out the tail end of your bowels and that doesn't take away enough of the decayed poison Cosmetics won't help at all. Only a free flow of your bile juice will stop this decay poison in your bowels. The one milo vegetable medicine which starts a free flow of your bile juice is Carter's Little Liver Pills. No colcemel (mercury) in Carter's. Only fine, mild vegetable extracts. If you would bring back your personal charm to win men, start taking Carter's Little Liver Pills according to directions today. 50c at drug stores. Refuse "something" just as good; may grip, loosen teeth or scalp rectum. Ask for Carter's Little Liver Pills by name and get what you ask for. ©1933, C.M.Co. THE GRAPE VINE & ITS CULTIVATION ENGAGED THE ATTENTION OF EARLY COLONISTS, WHO WERE ENGOURAGED BY THE AUTHORITIES AND THE LAW MAKERS A.B.C. BUSINESS DIRECTORY For Quick Reference Look Under Alphabetical Classification of Business or Profession You Are Seeking. You'll Find This Anaheim Gazette Business Directory Reliable. Convenient and Profitable. USE IT. Funeral Directors Ambulance Service—Day or Night Phone 3209 Backs, Terry & Campbell FUNERAL DIRECTORS H. P. CAMPBELL. Resident Director 251 No. Lemon St., Anaheim, Calif. Physicians & Surgeons Phone 3212 Open Evenings Sunday by Appointment DR. 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