anaheim-gazette 1934-03-08

Anaheim, Calif., March 8, 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 EIGHTH INSTALLMENT Then he saw, lying on the table, one of Nancy's gloves. It lay there, holding the perfect form of Nancy's hand—like a thing alive. He blushed up to his hair, his eyes fixed on it. "Sit down," he said formally, drawing forward a chair that was not Nancy's. "You spoke of Kingdon. What's wrong with him?" Helena laughed bitterly, refusing his chair, reading the paper. They had been sitting thus half an hour when she heard the familiar sound of the gate and started up. "Papa, it's Nancy!" He laid his paper on his knee. The broad afternoon light fell on his worn face and his wife was shocked. They heard the door open—a light step, and Nancy came into the room. She was very pale but her blue eyes shone. She came slowly toward them and stood still. "I don't want you to worry any more," she said abruptly. "I borrowed that money from Richard Morgan. Roddy and I will pay him back. I—I married him yesterday." Her mother dropped back into her rocker, speechless, but her father rose. His face turned gray. "What did you say?" he demanded. "I said I married Richard Morgan yesterday, in Washington, because—because he gave me the money to save Roddy." "Where's Roddy?" Mr. Gordon's voice shook, "where is he now? He had no business to take that money from you!" No one answered him and he broke loose in terrible denunciation. All the men my uncle found went out. like to say to you, then with sudden and terrifying you'll permit me. Nancy She choked back a sigh. "It's this—" he took striking his fist on the sold yourself darned claw. She gazed at him, she "You're young, you're good-looking, you ought a better bargain. Nancy father say that a prince always brought a big cheap!" "Papa!" Mrs. Gordon chair, fairly tottering enmatching at her husband "Don't you see that—the child?" He swung free of her swish of his garments, man beside himself. "She can stand it. She fired lot of brass to go she'd marry him for five dollars cash!" "Oh, Nancy dear, huh it!" Mrs. Gordon cried. Nancy did not hear father's furious list strut let go her hold upon it staring at him, fascinated turned slowly and startled door. "Nancy!" her mother erased. The girl did not answer turned and looked back. "We—we may keep it marriage—Richard leaves it." "Secret?" Mr. Gordon What's this? Is he already? Nancy gasped. "No, white lips," he isn't—As she spoke she woke into the hall and they slowly upstairs. Mrs. down again into her robe band marched tumultuous room. A fancy, lace cushion caught on his socks it thinned. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY EIGHTH INSTALLMENT Then he saw, lying on the table, one of Nancy's gloves. It lay there, holding the perfect form of Nancy's hand—like a thing alive. He blushed up to his hair, his eyes fixed on it. "Sit down," he said formally, drawing forward a chair that was not Nancy's. "You spoke of Kingdon. What's wrong with him?" Helena laughed bitterly, refusing the chair, her green eyes on him. "King's reading Voltaire now—I wish he had some real work to do beside sitting in the back room at the bank on great occasions. It's awful to be rich and idle and hang around all day reading French. My father and my brothers all worked; I'm not used to idle men Richard, I'll quarrel with him dreadfully if he doesn't go off for golf, I want you to send him." Richard moved over to the mantel and rested his elbow on it, shading his face. "I can't urge any more of it. Helena. King's not strong enough this spring. Besides, he's just gone for the tournament in Washington, hasn't he? He told me so. You both ought to go to Europe." She stared at him, startled. Then a slow hot blush went up over the long oval of her face. "I didn't know he was ill," she said elowly, watching Richard. "He's not ill—the he's got a weak heart, that's all — I'm taking care of him." "Keeping him alive?" she looked away. This was not what she had come to say; her heart was stormy now. She put her hand suddenly on the glove. "That's Nancy Gordon's," she said defiantly. "You're in love with that girl, Richard!" He turned toward her, meeting her glance coldly. "Do you want me to prescribe for you or King-to-day Helena?" he asked shortly. She stood quite still, her eyes fixed on his. For a moment, the very forces of life seemed suspended, her green eyes were as glass, she barely breathed. He had never seen her like this before! Then suddenly she began to laugh wildly, hysterically, choking back her tears. "Oh, how funny! Your blushing, Richard," she gasped. "I didn't mean anything. Prescribe for us, both, do! I'm an awfully good patient, you know it!" He smiled grimly. "No, you're not, but there's a prescription—it's for nerves. Helena," he added coolly, holding it out. She caught her breath, his anger rocker, speechless, but her father rose. His face turned gray. "What did you say?" he demanded. "I said I married Richard Morgan yesterday, in Washington, because—because he gave me the money to save Roddy." "Where's Roddy?" Mr. Gordon's voice shook, "where is he now? He had no business to take that money from you!" No one answered him and he broke loose in terrible denunciation. All the pent-up misery found vent. He made no bones about it, spoke the truth as he saw it, spoke it brutally without seeing its effect. The storm of his wrath swept over Nancy's bowed head like a hurricane. She clung to a little table in the center of the room. What kind of a girl are you?" roared Mr. Gordon. "what did you do? Go down there and tell him you'd marry him for fifteen thousand dollars?" "Yes." Nancy fixed her blue eyes on her face. He was so amazed that his mouth was open. He shot had been a tummy one; that he had hit the eye nearly prostrated him with horror and dismay. "Good Lord!" he said below his breath. Then he railed himself. "I'll wore Roddy, I'll make him comess and bring that money back—it isn't his to pay in. I'll—I'm——" he sputtered breathlessly. "You can't," said Nancy, "he's put it back; he's not going to confess and go to prison now!" "He shall—I say he shall!" Mr. Gordon summed an old chair back with such violence that he broke a leg on; it toppled over his pressy and chin into the corner with a crash. "Did a earned sight rather than Roddy stayed in jail for life than to have him take that money! Can't you see that your daughter's sold herself?" he appealed to his wife. There was a terrible vehemence in his tone. "Where's that man?" he swung around on Nancy, "where's Morgan?" He came home with me—he's in the office now. We—we haven't told any one—we wanted to come here with me, but 1—" "I should think he'd better come here like a man. I want to ask him if he thinks he's living in his grandfather's time. I reckon old Morgan bought his slaves about the same way—only cheaper!" "I papa!" his wife almost shrieked now. "Papa, you ought to be ashamed of yourself!" "I am. I'm ashamed to have such children! I've got a pair of them—the ring—Richard leaves in Secret?" Mr. Gordon What's this? Is he already? Nancy gasped. "No white lips, 'he isn't—I As she spoke she woke into the hall and they slowly upstairs. Mrs.down again into her room band marched tumultu room. A fancy, lace cushion caught on his s head sent it flying. "Oh, Papa, you've heart!" He swung around on face and standing hands Heart? Broken her like to thrash her! he You'll have a stroke have a stroke—if you Stroke be nanged! rushed to the telephone thought of it. He called up Richard to see you—now-right.I want! He s served and began to strange Mrs. Gordon knew t wretched and her heart But there was a thrill Roody was saved. His make him return to Snausa she go upstairs it up to Nancy? She Gordon smashed a little weight that had fallen He's going crazy," easily; then she remembered gain. He was coming would be an explosion one that had greeted would happen? Would awaken scene. She did not make of this, but she s face. She summoned to I don't think it's ra child so!" Mrs. Gordon from her eyes. "She's save Roddy." You think of not nothing...his voice broke thinking of my girl." I'm thinking of Nausea is it to make a scarred She married Then suddenly she began to laugh wildly, hysterically, choking back her tears. "Oh, how funny! Your biushing, Richard," she gasped. "I didn't mean anything. Prescribe for us, both, do! I'm an awfully good patient, you know it!" He smiled grimly. "No, you're not, but there's a prescription—it's for nerves, Helena," he added coolly, holding it out. She caught her breath, his anger seemed to burn its way through to her consciousness, but in a moment she controlled herself. "I'm sorry I offended you, Itichard," she said, with amazing gentleness. He nodded. "You haven't." She gave him an odd look, her hand on the door. "Oh, yes, I have—ou! I didn't think of you—I was sure that Nancy Gordon was engaged to Trag Roemer. She is, isn't she?" Richard held the door open for her gravely. "I suggest that you ask her," was all he said. Helena laughed, but she said no more. She stood a moment, looking back at him. An unhappy woman, unappply in love with him, and he knew it. Mrs. Gordon was sitting in the old wicker rocking chair, by the library window, her hands lying idle in her lap. She could not read, she could not even knit; she had cried over Roddy until her eyelids were puffed and her eyes ached. He was safe, she knew it, but now that she knew he was safe—she began to feel the disgrace that his mere rescue from jail could not wipe out. Her boy had stoien money! The escape from punishment did not sponge out the sin. She had borne him and she had reared him and he was a thief. His father called him that and she cringed from it as if she had been struck a blow. She wanted to cry, to throw herself into some one's arms and cry like a girl, but Mr. Gordon was not receptive. He was there. He had come in from the bank and was sitting grimly upright in one—he wanted to come here with me, but 1—" "I should think he'd better come here like a man. I want to ask him if he thinks he's living in his grandfather's time. I reckon old Morgan bought his slaves about the same way—only cheaper!" "I papa!" his wife almost shrieked now. "Papa, you ought to be ashamed of yourself!" "I am. I'm ashamed to have such children! I've got a pair of them—the boy steals and the girl sees herself to the first rich man who'll—women pay for her!" "Hush!" Mrs. Gordon cried, "nush, Papa!" Nancy, who had never stirred from her table, did not hit her eyes now, but her white lips moved. "See him alone mama; it's true. Only a minister married us in church." It wasn't an auction, Papa. Her father snorted with rage. "I reckon it is! There's on going too." DOROTHY DARNIT IT MAKES NO DIFFERENCE WHERE SHE IS, YOU GO TO BED like to say to you, though,” he added with sudden and terrible courtesy, “if you'll permit me, Nancy?” She choked back a sob. “It's this—” he took a step nearer, striking his fist on the table—"you've sold yourself darned cheap!" She gazed at him, speechless. “You're young, you're strong, you're good-looking, you ought to have made a better bargain, Nancy. I've heard my father say that a pretty slave girl always brought a big bid. You're too cheap!” “Papa!” Mrs. Gordon rose from her chair, fairly tottering on her feet, but enchasing at her husband's coattail. "Don't you see that—that you're killing the child?" He swung free of her with an angry swish of his garments, a mild-mannered man beside himself. She can stand it. She's got an all-fired lot of brass to go and tell a man she'd marry him for fifteen thousand dollars cash! "Oh, Nancy dear, he doesn't mean it!" Mrs. Gordon cried timidly. Nancy did not hear her. When her father's furious fist struck the table she let go her hold upon it and drew back, staring at him, fascinated. Then she turned slowly and started toward the door. "Nancy!" her mother's voice quavered. The girl did not answer her; she turned and looked back at her father. "We—we may keep it secret—the marriage—Richard leaves it to me." "Secret?" Mr. Gordon roared, "secret? What's this? Is he ashamed of it already?" Nancy gasped. "No," she said with white lips, "he isn't—I am!" As she spoke she went slowly out into the hall and they heard her going slowly upstairs. Mrs. Gordon sank down again into her rocker. Her husband marched tumultously about the room. A fancy, lace bordered sofa-cushion caught on his sleeve button and bounced it down. Child Welfare Is Conference Topic Legion Sponsors Study, Reports to Be Made in L. A. Friday; Prominent Speakers Final arrangements have been completed for the seventh annual area "E" child welfare conference of the American Legion and allied organizations to be held at the Biltmore hotel, Los Angeles, on March 9 and 10, according to announcement of Charles McGonegal, child welfare, chairman, department of California, American Legion. The conference, which is the first to be held in California, will be attended by representatives of 13 western states, including Alaska and Hawaii, and will be featured by the presence of Miss Emma Puschner, national director of child welfare. The program has been dedicated primarily to the promotion of public interest in child welfare and, although of the American Legion, the public and all persons and organizations interested are invited and urged to attend. There is no registration fee. The highlight of the session will be the banquet to be held Friday evening at the Biltmore, when three nationally recognized speakers, Dean Harry Beal of St. Paul's Cathedral; Dr. Rufus B. von KleinSmid, president of the University of Southern California, and Emima Puschner, will address the conference. Harry Lewis, Legion chairman of area "E", will preside. March 15 Deadline For Income Returns John P. Carter, collector of internal revenue, issues a warning calling attention to the taxpayers to the fact that Auto Club Names Officers for 1934 Harry J. Bauer, widely-known executive, was re-elected president of the Automobile Club of Southern California for the fifth successive year in the annual directors' meeting at club headquarters last week. Confidence in the organization's leaders was expressed by re-election of all officers. These include Henry W. Keller first vice president; Alexander B. Macbeth, second vice president; Standish L. Mitchell, secretary; and Ralph Reynolds, assistant secretary. 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. March 15 Deadline For Income Returns John P. Carter, collector of internal revenue, issues a warning calling attention to the taxpayers to the fact that the deadline for filing income tax returns is drawing near, and strongly urges that, in order to avoid the 25% penalty and 1% interest provision for delinquency, that taxpayers file their returns early; also in order to secure the desired assistance from the deputies before the final rush begins. Returns must be filed on or before March 15. The collector also called attention to the fact that all single persons having a gross income of $5000, or a net income of $1000, and all married persons having a gross income of $5000, or a net income of $2500, must file a return. Single taxpayers who are the head of if family must file a return if their net income exceeds $1000, even though their personal exemptions should exceed their net income. HUNTING FATALITIES HEAVY Hunting wild game in California caused the death of 47 people and the injuring of 99 more during 1933. think she'd do it if she didn't care for him—it's against nature! "Fiddlesicks! What's nature got to do with it? She married that—that I how to get the money quick for Roddy." He brought his list down again on the table—"I'd like to thrash the minister who married them! What business has any man got to marry people in that way? He ought to have had them both locked up in the police station!" "William Gordon, I've heard you say your self that you wished Nancy'd stop hurting with Page Roemer and marry a decent man like Richard Morgan!" Continued Next Week 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. Gaa bloats up your stomach. 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