anaheim-gazette 1934-03-22

Anaheim, Calif., March 22, 1934 The Dollar Bride by Mary Imlay Taylor TENTH INSTALLMENT THE STORY SO FAR 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 "Nancy," again he took a 'step toward her, "what is it? What has happened? You got my letter? You—" She waved him back and, unable to speak, sank weakly into his swivel-chair and burst into wild and passionate tears. The storm of Nancy's passionate grief spent itself slowly. She lay helplessly in the old chair, her face hidden in her hands and her whole slight. She stirred, trying to disengage herself. "Let me go, Page, it's—oh, I can't tell you!" But his arms tightened around her. he saw her misery, he was determined to wring a confession from her. "Page, I've—I've got to go home!" she gasped. "You're not going home to that man's house!" he answered hoarsely. "You've come to me for help and I'm going to help you, Nancy." She shook her head weakly, trying to take a step toward the door, but he still held her. He was holding her when they heard a step in the hall and the door—half ajar—was thrown wide open. Page's arm fell from Nancy's waist, he straightened himself and looked around. Richard Morgan stood on the threshold. The two men faced each other, then Richard's glance swept from Page to Nancy. It seemed to ignore Page as unworthy of any consideration and fixed itself upon her. Richard came quietly into the room. "Nancy," he said, "I've come to take you home." Page turned on Richard. "What does this mean? What have you done to He opened the door steadily into the hollow other place to go. "I'll telephone once," said Richard. Sit down here Nancy. He pushed a chair sank into it. She sat at the chair with her head she heard Richard's hall. "You will be my wife you can decide what Richard's voice said best way to avoid hesitated—"I can seize to the newspaper will be as you wish again. She was leaning back her face averted. She drew a long you," she said simply. Then she arose, paired to the door. She hand now and opened the front hall. It was going without a wrist reached her. He carried arms, pressed her on "Nancy," he said ately, "my wife—stay, I'll make you. Nancy, give me with me, dear," he violently; his love his pride. She broke away from anger and shame arrows. "You promised to you didn't want a wrist you—I don't, you knot will pay it back—let He let her go and turned suddenly to "Good-bye, Richard goodbye!" He was silent and house into the night. Angle Fuller kept uncle. Major Loma "Nancy," again he took a step toward her, "what is it? What has happened? You got my letter? You——" She waved him back and, unable to speak, sank weakly into his swivel-chair and burst into wild and passionate tears. The storm of Nancy's passionate grief spent itself slowly. She lay helplessly in the old chair, her face hidden in her hands, and her whole slight frame shaken by her sobs. "Nancy, what is it? Tell me——" he pleaded. "I know you've been away, your mother told me so. You're in trouble—what can it be? Let me help you!" She lifted her head slowly at that and looked at him. "You can't help me-ever again!" she said in a choked voice. He caught at her cold hands and held them. "You love me, Nancy?" Her white lips moved without words. She disengaged her left hand from his and held it out. On the third finger the new gold of her wedding-ring caught the light. He stared at it, uncomprehending, then something changed sharply in his look. "Nancy, what do you mean?" "It's — my wedding-ring." He rose slowly to his feet, staring at her, his young face turning from red to white. He had never looked more boyish, more as she had always known him. Nancy's lips twitched and she set her white teeth hard on them, winking back fresh tears. "Are you crazy, Nancy?" he grasped. She began to move her hands restlessly, pleating her fold of her skirt and perusing it down. "Do you remember where you went Saturday morning, Page?" He frowned. "What on earth has that to do with it?" "You went to see Richard Morgan—about half-past eight o'clock in the morning, didn't you?" He tried to collect his thoughts, still dumfounded. "I suppose I did. Yes, I did!" "I was there. Page. I heard your voice—it—it was after that——" "Good Lord, have you married Morgan?" She nodded, without looking toward him. There was a terrible pause. She did not lift her eyes to Roemer's face, but she was aware of it. She could feel his eyes on her. Then he walked across the room, drew forward a chair and sat down. Richard Morgan stood on the threshold. The two men faced each other, then Richard's glance swept from Page to Nancy. It seemed to ignore Page as unworthy of any consideration and fixed itself upon her. Richard came quietly into the room. "Nancy," he said, "I've come to take you home." Page turned on Richard. "What does this mean? What have you done to her? She says you've married her—look at her; she's wretched!" Morgan was startled; she had told Roemer of her marriage then; what else had she told him? "I've come for my wife," he said sharply, "and what I've done—or what she does—is no concern of yours." Page Roemer's face blazed with anger. "It's this much my concern—thee came to me for help!" Richard's thin lips tightened, he turned his eyes on Nancy, met hers and held them. "Is that so?" he asked her in low voice, "did you come to this man for help?" Nancy, still leaning on the table, swayed a little. "I don't know—why I came," she replied at last, faintly. Richard ignored him and went to her. "Nancy, I've come for you," he repeated in his low deep voice, his eyes searching her face. She met them and her face quivered like a child's. She lifted her hands from the table slowly, gropingly, and tried to walk toward the door, but her steps faltered and she swayed. Richard put an arm around her, guiding her. "Nancy," cried Page, "I won't let you go like this! It's got to be explained; you're too wretched. Look at her, Morgan, does she look like a bride? What have you done? If you're a man you'll let her go." Richard stopped, turned slowly and measured him. "This is no affair of yours, Roemer," Richard said shortly. "neither you nor any other man will interfere between me and my wife. Come, Nancy." Without another word Nancy turned weakly and went out with her husband. It had turned cold; a February wind touched her face like an ice hand. She stood waiting on the curb while Richard whistled up a taxi and helped her into it. She leaned back in the corner and shut her eyes. She felt weak and ill and, when her eyes closed, she seemed to behold visions. She saw Roddy's blank face and open mouth when she gave him the money, and her father! She felt Page Roemer's kisses on waist, he straightened himself and looked around. Richard Morgan stood on the threshold. The two men faced each other, then Richard's glance swept from Page to Nancy. It seemed to ignore Page as unworthy of any consideration and fixed itself upon her. Richard came quietly into the room. "Nancy," he said, "I've come to take you home." Page turned on Richard. "What does this mean? What have you done to her? She says you've married her—look at her; she's wretched!" Morgan was startled; she had told Roemer of her marriage then; what else had she told him? "I've come for my wife," he said sharply, "and what I've done—or what she does—is no concern of yours." Page Roemer's face blazed with anger. "It's this much my concern—thee came to me for help!" Richard's thin lips tightened, he turned his eyes on Nancy, met hers and held them. "Is that so?" he asked her in low voice, "did you come to this man for help?" Nancy, still leaning on the table, swayed a little. "I don't know—why I came," she replied at last, faintly. Richard ignored him and went to her. "Nancy, I've come for you," he repeated in his low deep voice, his eyes searching her face. She met them and her face quivered like a child's. She lifted her hands from the table slowly, gropingly, and tried to walk toward the door, but her steps faltered and she swayed. Richard put an arm around her, guiding her. "Nancy," cried Page, "I won't let you go like this! It's got to be explained; you're too wretched. Look at her, Morgan, does she look like a bride? What have you done? If you're a man you'll let her go." Richard stopped, turned slowly and measured him. "This is no affair of yours, Roemer," Richard said shortly. "neither you nor any other man will interfere between me and my wife. Come, Nancy." Without another word Nancy turned weakly and went out with her husband. It had turned cold; a February wind touched her face like an ice hand. She stood waiting on the curb while Richard whistled up a taxi and helped her into it. She leaned back in the corner and shut her eyes. She felt weak and ill and, when her eyes closed, she seemed to behold visions. She saw Roddy's blank face and open mouth when she gave him the money, and her father! She felt Page Roemer's kisses on waist, he straightened himself and looked around. Richard Morgan stood on the threshold. The two men faced each other, then Richard's glance swept from Page to Nancy. It seemed to ignore Page as unworthy of any consideration and fixed itself upon her. Richard came quietly into the room. "Nancy," he said, "I've come to take you home." Page turned on Richard. "What does this mean? What have you done to her? She says you've married her—look at her; she's wretched!" Morgan was startled; she had told Roemer of her marriage then; what else had she told him? "I've come for my wife," he said sharply, "and what I've done—or what she does—is no concern of yours." Page Roemer's face blazed with anger. "It's this much my concern—thee came to me for help!" Richard's thin lips tightened, he turned his eyes on Nancy, met hers and held them. "Is that so?" he asked her in low voice, "did you come to this man for help?" Nancy, still leaning on the table, swayed a little. "I don't know—why I came," she replied at last, faintly. Richard ignored him and went to her. "Nancy, I've come for you," he repeated in his low deep voice, his eyes searching her face. She met them and her face quivered like a child's. She lifted her hands from the table slowly, gropingly, and tried to walk toward the door, but her steps faltered and she swayed. Richard put an arm around her, guiding her. "Nancy," cried Page, "I won't let you go like this! It's got to be explained; you're too wretched. Look at her, Morgan, does she look like a bride? What have you done? If you're a man you'll let她 go." Richard stopped, turned slowly and measured him. "This is no affair of yours, Roemer," Richard said shortly. "neither you nor any other man will interfere between me and my wife. Come, Nancy." Without another word Nancy turned weakly and went out with her husband. It had turned cold; a February wind touched her face like an ice hand. She stood waiting on the curb while Richard whistled up a taxi and helped her into it. She leaned back in the corner and shut her eyes. She felt weak and ill and，when her eyes closed，she seemed to behold visions.She saw Roddy's blank face and open mouth when she gave him the money,andherfather! She felt Page Roemer's kisses on waist,the straightened himself和lookedaround.Richard Morganstoodonthethreshold.Thetwomenfacedeachother,theRichard'sglanceswetfromPagetoNancy.itseemedtoignorePageasunworthyofanyconsiderationandfixeditselfuponthem.Herelesthadtriegloveraff.acidentallyshothertheirmarriage.itclateromancewiththerehadbeenaseared. Whenthesmokeclearedaway,LomakilledthepowertoleAndonce.inTheGadh caughtNancyhighfora sprigoflijustoneminuteasaldayshedied.Nwhytheoldmanstossedhersprigofl Theoldmanputhattoppedherhand,andhadnoideathatshiopionforalltime. ThemorningafterAngiehadtogettomeintothedinirosyfromthefire. ShesetetheplatefrontofheruncletheoldsilvercoffeeingofRodGordon. Itwasthefirstbeenintownwithher.Theywereoohadbeenboyandgadhadwalkedstraightneverlookedatit,nothingabouthisdiditmean? MajorLomaxatewithanaudiblecrunchethisnewspaper. "Hello!"heexcitedreadanadvertisement"TheGordonhouseoutfit-furnitureandAnglewastonautisherrortshotthrough "I suppose I did. Yes, I did!" "I was there, Page. I heard your voice—it—it was after that—" "Good Lord, have you married Morgan?" She nodded, without looking toward him. There was a terrible pause. She did not lift her eyes to Roemer's face, but she was aware of it. She could feel his eyes on her. Then he walked across the room, drew forward a chair and sat down. He sat there for a while before he spoke. His voice was hoarse and changed. “There's no one on earth to force you to do anything, Nancy,” he said slowly, “there's no reason on earth, that I can see either, unless you wanted to do it. Morgan's a rich successful man—I congratulate you.” She had not expected this. The irony in his tone cut her to the heart. Here, too, she was to meet, not sympathy, but condemnation; here, too, she would get—not bread—but a stone! He had hit the nail on the head, too, hit it most horribly. Money, money — how they flung it at her! He caught her look of misery, of appeal, and sprang to his feet. "Nancy, you don't love him—you never did!" She did not answer that. She wavered, standing weakly, not looking toward him. "You love me!" Page Roemer cried, and caught her violently in his arms. She swayed, her first impulse to resist overwhelmed, beaten down by her weakness, her head dropped back on his shoulder and her eyes closed. She felt his kisses on her face and she had no strength to resist them. "You love me," he repeated hoarsely, "and you've married him. Why—why? I can't understand — Nancy, tell me—you must tell me the truth!" "I can't tell you," she whispered brokenly, "don't ask me, Page, I—can't!" His face flushed darkly. "You can't tell me why you married Morgan? What can you mean?" ANAHEIM GAZETTE He opened the door and she walked unsteadily into the house. She had no other place to go. "I'll telephone to your mother at once," said Richard, "they're anxious. Sit down here Nancy, until I come." He pushed a chair forward and she sank into it. She was lying back in the chair with her eyes closed when she heard Richard's quick step in the hall. "You will be my guest, Nancy, until you can decide what you wish to do," Richard's voice said gravely. "It's the best way to avoid scandal. I"—he hesitated—"I can send a marriage notice to the newspapers. Afterwards it will be as you wish. I——" he stopped again. She was leaning back on the pillows, her face averted. She drew a long breath. "Thank you," she said simply. Then she arose, passed him, and went to the door. She put out a steady hand now and opened it, looking into the front hall. It was empty. She was going without a word, but Richard reached her. He caught her in his arms, pressed her close to his heart. "Nancy," he said hoarsely, passionately, "my wife—stay with me—don't go—stay, I'll make you love me, I'll win you. Nancy, give me my chance! Stay with me, dear," he urged her almost violently; his love had broken down his pride. She broke away shaking all over; anger and shame and fear held her. "You promised to let me go—you said you didn't want a wife who didn't love you—I don't, you know I don't! Father will pay it back—let me go!" He let her go and stood like a man turned suddenly to stone. "Good-bye, Richard — forgive me, goodbye!" He was silent and she ran out of his house into the night. Angle Fuller kept house for her uncle. Major Lomax had never married happened to Roddy? "Why, uncle, it just can't be true—they love the old house so!" He shoved the paper across the table. "Read that!" he said crossly. He was cross because, like Angle, a shaft of alarm had shot through him. He had heard something from a cousin of his in New York, old Beaver, accountant in the Greenough Trust Company. Old Beaver said Roddy was running after a fast woman and was in debt. Lomax knew that William Gordon's resources were narrow. Trouble somewhere? The major's old mouth hardened. "Gordon called me up late last night—wanted to know about selling some securities," he ruminated aloud, more to himself than to Angie. "He had about five thousand in Liberty bonds." Continued Next Week NOTICE OF SALE OF REAL PROPERTY BY TRUSTEE UNDER DEED OF TRUST WHEREAS, AGNES E. DANIELS and WILLIAM C. DANIELS, her husband, CORAL E. EAGAN and ELLIS A. EAGAN, her husband, and LLOYD S. JENSEN and BEELVA JENSEN, his wife, by Deed of Trust dated March 1, 1930, recorded March 19, 1930, in Book 367, page 173 of Official Records of Orange County, California, did grant and convey the property therein and hereinafter described to THE FIRST NATIONAL BANK OF ORANGE, a corporation of Orange, California, as Trustee, to secure, among other obligations, the payment of four promissory notes in favor of WILLIAM TRAPP and FREIDA TRAPP, his wife, as joint tenants, or order, all dated March 1, 1930, one for $1,000.00 due six months after date, one for $1,000.00 due thirty months after date, and one for $1,500.00 due forty-two months after date, with interest from March 1, 1930, at the rate of 7% per annum, payable semi-annually; and States, on the 7th day of April, 1934, at the hour of 11:00 o'clock A.M. of said day, at the Center Street entrance of the City Hall in the City of Orange, California, all of the interest conveyed to it by said Deed of Trust in and to all the following described real property situated in the Rancho San Juan Cajon de Santa Ana, County of Orange, State of California, described as follows, to-wit: The North half (N½) of the North half (N½) of the Southwest quarter (SW¼) of the Northeast quarter (NE¼) of Section 12, Township 4 South, Range 10 West, S. B. B. & M., in the Rancho San Juan Cajon de Santa Ana, County of Orange, State of California, or so much thereof as shall be necessary to pay the total amount of the principal, interest, advances, charges, costs, expenses of sale and compensation of Trustee. THE FIRST NATIONAL BANK OF ORANGE. By E. W. Bolinger. (Corporate) Vice-President. (Seal) By B. J. Fletcher, Assistant Trust Officer. Mar. 15-22-29, 34 NOTICE INVITING SEALED PROPOSALS FOR CHLORINE 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, March 27, 1934, for furnishing to said city approximately 40 tons of chlorine gas under purchase agreement to run one year from date of contract. Said Chlorine gas is to be used at various locations along the Orange County Joint Outfall Sewer, and must be moisture free and of a standard of purity equal to that in water works practice. It shall be furnished in one-ton containers F.O.B. "You promised to let me go—you said you didn't want a wife who didn't love you—I don't, you know I don't! Father will pay it back—let me go!" He let her go and stood like a man turned suddenly to stone. "Good-bye, Richard — forgive me, goodbye!" He was silent and she ran out of his house into the night. Angie Fuller kept house for her uncle. Major Lomax had never married. There had been an early and a tragic love affair. Diana Aylett had accidentally shot herself on the eve of their marriage. It was hard to associate romance with the old major. Yet there had been a love affair that seared. When the smoke of that tragedy cleared away, Lomax found it had killed the power to love another woman And once, in the Gordon's garden, he had caught Nancy Virginia reaching high for a sprig of lilac. She looked for just one minute as Diana had looked the day she died. Nancy did not know why the old man stared at her. She tossed her sprig of lilac to him. The old man put it in his buttonhole, patted her hand, and went on. Nancy had no idea that she had won a champion for all time. The morning after Nancy's return, Angie had to get the breakfast. She came into the dining room, her face rosy from the fire. She set the plate of rusk down in front of her uncle and retired behind the old silver coffee-pot. She was thinking of Rod Gordon. It was the first time he had ever been in town without coming to see her. They were old neighbors; they had been boy and girl sweethearts. He had walked straight by the house and never looked at it, and Nancy had said nothing about his visit home! What did it mean? Major Lomax ate a piece of rusk with an audible crunch and turned over his newspaper. "Hello!" he exclaimed, stopping to read an advertisement more carefully. "The Gordon house for sale—whole outfit—furniture and all!" Angie was astonished. A shaft of terror shot through her. Had some- ANVILA, a corporation of Orange, California, as Trustee, to secure, among other obligations, the payment of four promissory notes in favor of WILLIAM TRAPP and FREIDA TRAPP, his wife, as joint tenants, or order, all dated March 1, 1930, one for $1,000.00 due six months after date, one for $1,000.00 due eighteen months after date, one for $1,000.00 due thirty months after date, and one for $1,500.00 due forty-two months after date, with interest from March 1, 1930, at the rate of 7% per annum, payable semi-annually; and WHEREAS, default has occurred in that the principal sums due on said four notes on September 1, 1930, September 1, 1931, September 1, 1932, and September 1, 1933, respectively, were not paid when due, and have not since been paid in whole or in part, and in that the payment of interest due on each of said notes March 1st, 1932, was not paid when due and has not since been paid in whole or in part, and in that each of the subsequent payments of interest provided for in said notes was not paid when due and has not since been paid in whole or in part; and WHEREAS, WILLIAM TRAPP and FREIDA TRAPP, his wife, the owners and holders of said notes and Deed of Trust, heretofore demanded that said Trustee sell said property, and on December 2nd, 1933, duly recorded in the office of the County Recorder of said County, in Book 646, page 55 of Official Records thereof, a notice of said default and of their election to cause said property to be sold, and more than three months have now elapsed since the recordation of said notice. The sum of $4500.00 principal, and interest thereon from September 1, 1931, at 7% per annum, is now due, owing and unpaid on said notes secured by said Deed of Trust, and there is also secured by said Deed of Trust the Trustee's fees and expenses of sale, and advances, if any, made in accordance with the provisions of said Deed of Trust. Now, Therefore, NOTICE IS HERE BY GIVEN that The First National Bank of Orange, a corporation of Orange, California, by virtue of the authority vested in it as Trustee under said Deed of Trust, WILL SELL at public auction, to the highest bidder for cash, lawful money of the United City, up to the hour of eight o'clock P.M. of Tuesday, March 27, 1934, for furnishing to said city approximately 40 tons of chlorine gas under purchase agreement to run one year from date of contract. Said Chlorine gas is to be used at various locations along the Orange County Joint Outfall Sewer, and must be moisture free and of a standard of purity equal to that in water works practice. It shall be furnished in one-ton containers F.O.B warehouse at Los Angeles, California at such times and in such quantities as may be required by the City. Each bidder shall indicate in his proposal the rental charge for containers retained by the City beyond a stated free period. Each proposal shall be accompanied by a certified or cashier's check for $100.00 payable to City of Anaheim, and the successful bidder will be required to furnish within ten days after the award of contract, a faithful performance bondrunning to the City of Anaheim and subject to the approval of said City Council, in the amount of $1500.00. Further information may be obtained at the office of the City Clerk of said city. The City Council of said city reserves the right to reject any or all proposals. 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