anaheim-gazette 1934-03-29

Anaheim, Calif., March 29, 1934 The Dollar Bride by Mary Imlay Taylor ELEVENTH 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 "Something terrible must have happened!" cried Angie, with a flash. "I—I know it!" The major nodded, looking past her out of the window. "There's King Haddon coming in here," he exclaimed. "Go let him in. Angie; I'm going to finish my breakfast Haddon or no Haddon! You can tell him so—if you've a mind too." Angie, flushed and angry, hurried out sometimes," he remarked sententiously. Angle fired up, her brown eyes glowing with almost the wine tint of Roddy's. She was one of those gentle obstinate creatures who fight to the last ditch for love. "They haven't got any family troubles, Mr. Haddon," she said hotly. "They're very fond of Nancy and very proud of her; she's lovely, I've known her all my life—and-Roddy is doing well. Mrs. Gordon told me so herself." Haddon listened with his lazy, good-humored smile. "I wish I had a friend like you," he said. Angle blushed crimson. "I'd feel very mean not to stand up for my friends. Anyone would — I should think!" Major Lomax looked around at her with a grim smile. "My dear, there are a mighty lot of Judases in the world," he remarked dryly. Haddon assented, buttoning up his loose spring overcoat, coughing a little as he did it. Major Lomax glanced up at Haddon without rising. "Going right over to see Gordon?" he asked shortly. Haddon, half way to the door turned. "Oh, I shall send for him to come to my office—when he gets to the bank today." "You needn't — I've bought it my on the mortgage. He—ed and then added more." "He's been kind, dear, he not to sell the furniture. wouldn't bring enough to me while, and—he wants us house—to rent it from him." "On father's salary? There'll be one pinch after He—he hasn't sold anything he?" she added fearfully. Her mother sighed. "His securities except his life He hopes to net about two more. That will be nine p Nancy, I don't know what world's he's going to get thousand from!" Nancy sank down on "Mama, I never thought it way," she faltered, "I had thought to save Roddy from Oh, Nancy, I don't could do it! When I was y Mrs. Gordon stopped wi open, for they both heard mitting a visitor. Nancy listened, strainin "It's Mrs. Haddon!" N springing up. "You see I—I will not!" Mrs. Gordon looked aggrie never known Mrs. King well and she did not like "She's come to see you—" Nancy pushed her sha "Go out there and talk to other room. Don't let h here!" Mrs. Gordon, reluctant rassed, allowed herself to Nancy thrust her through tieres, drew her through tieres, drew them behind back to her lounge. She upstairs but she actually ill. Bit by bit she became voices. Now the words to became sentences. It w voice, her full, soft, drawl "He's taking care of Kir husband clings to a..." "Something terrible must have happened!" cried Angie, with a flash. "I—I know it!" The major nodded, looking past her out of the window. "There's King Haddon coming in here," he exclaimed. "Go let him in. Angie; I'm going to finish my breakfast Haddon or no Haddon! You can tell him so—if you've a mind too." Angie, flushed and angry, hurried out of the room, glad to escape those shrewd old eyes. Haddon would not wait in the library. "Where's the major? At breakfast? I'll go right in—if you don't mind?" and he went, in spite of Angie's protests. "Hello! Still at breakfast?" he said, as his eye fell on the old man's engrossed attitude. The major started up, half rising from the table, but Haddon stopped him. "Sit down, Lomax, I don't want to starve you," he laughed. "I can wait—Angie didn't want to let me in here anyway." "I said I wouldn't see you until I'd finished. What's the matter at this hour anyway? I haven't robbed the bank." Kingdon Haddon laughed. "Come in, Angie," he said as the girl tried to pass quickly through the room to the kitchen, "I haven't come to talk secrets and your uncle'e crusty — I need protection!" Angle stopped, smiling and flushed, and leaned on a chair, looking at him. She liked Kingdon Haddon but she was afraid of his wife; she could not have explained her fear of her, but it existed. Haddon was sitting on the edge of an empty serving-table. "I came in to ask you a question, Lomax," he said irrelevently. "You know about such things. How much is Gordon's place worth now? I mean the house and grounds, including the river lot next yours." Major Lomax pushed his chair back, felt in his pocket for his old pipe and began to fill it carefully. "Near as I can figure—about six or seven thousand. The house needs repairs. Why?" he added, "What's hit him?" Haddon looked absently out of the window. "How should I know? Family troubles, I reckon. The bank holds the mortgage. Helena doesn't want me to touch it. I don't know what to say about it yet." Major Lomax rose and began to tramp up and down. "Where's Gordon going to take his wife?" he asked sharply, "she's rooted with a grim smile." My dear, there are a mighty lot of Judases in the world," he remarked dryly. Haddon assented, buttoning up his loose spring overcoat, coughing a little as he did it. Major Lomax glanced up at Haddon without rising. "Going right over to see Gordon?" he asked shortly. Haddon, half way to the door turned. "Oh, I shall send for him to come to my office—when he gets to the bank today." "You needn't — I've bought it myself." "By Jove! You're quick at a bargain," Haddon exclaimed after a moment, "it was only just put in the market." Lomax nodded. "Took it over the telephone before you came in," he said grimly. Haddon reddened and then laughed. "I concede the honors of war!" he said ironically, making for the door. Mrs. Gordon opened the old worn gate timidly, and approached the house with a hesitating, reluctant step. She was trying to realize that the place which she had called home ever since Roddy was a baby, was no longer hers. She had just been down to the bank to sign the papers, making over the house to Major Lomax, and her hand had trembled so that she had to apologize for her signature. She went into the house, feeling a little faint and giddy. She did not know there was anyone in the library; she went straight in and sank weakly into a chair, staring blankly at the sunshine in the old south window. "In my Father's house are many mansions—" she whispered tremulously, unaware that she spoke aloud. Nancy rose suddenly from the corner opposite. Her mother had not even seen her and the girl had been silenced by her first glimpse of Mrs. Gordon's face. "Mama, what is it?" she cried, "tell me—even if I have done something—something dreadful. I'm not an outsider. I—you and papa don't tell me anything! What is it? Mama, you're wretched! Is it about Roddy?" Mrs. Gordon looked at her blankly, absorbed in her own troubles. "Your father's just sold the house," she said weakly. "Oh!!" Nancy gave a sharp little cry of pain, rising to her feet. "I tried so hard to save you both from this, Mama. I did it all to prevent this—and it's been useless—useless!" she groaned. Mrs. Gordon nodded her head sadly. "It wasn't any use, Nancy. You know how your father feels. He's paid back with a grim smile." My dear, there are a mighty lot of Judases in the world," he remarked dryly. Haddon assented, buttoning up his loose spring overcoat, coughing a little as he did it. Major Lomax glanced up at Haddon without rising. "Going right over to see Gordon?" he asked shortly. Haddon, half way to the door turned. "Oh, I shall send for him to come to my office—when he gets to the bank today." "You needn't — I've bought it myself." "By Jove! You're quick at a bargain," Haddon exclaimed after a moment, "it was only just put in the market." Lomax nodded. "Took it over the telephone before you came in," he said grimly. Haddon reddened and then laughed. "I concede the honors of war!" he said ironically, making for the door. Mrs. Gordon opened the old worn gate timidly, and approached the house with a hesitating, reluctant step. She was trying to realize that the place which she had called home ever since Roddy was a baby, was no longer hers. She had just been down to the bank to sign the papers, making over the house to Major Lomax, and her hand had trembled so that she had to apologize for her signature. She went into the house, feeling a little faint and giddy. She did not know there was anyone in the library; she went straight in and sank weakly into a chair, staring blankly at the sunshine in the old south window. "In my Father's house are many mansions—" she whispered tremulously, unaware that she spoke aloud. Nancy rose suddenly from the corner opposite. Her mother had not even seen her and the girl had been silenced by her first glimpse of Mrs. Gordon's face. "Mama, what is it?" she cried, "tell me—even if I have done something—something dreadful. I'm not an outsider. I—you and papa don't tell me anything! What is it? Mama, you're wretched! Is it about Roddy?" Mrs. Gordon looked at her blankly, absorbed in her own troubles. "Your father's just sold the house," she said weakly. "Oh!!" Nancy gave a sharp little cry of pain, rising to her feet. "I tried so hard to save you both from this, Mama. I did it all to prevent this—and it's been useless—useless!" she groaned. Mrs. Gordon nodded her head sadly. "It wasn't any use, Nancy. You know how your father feels. He's paid back with a grim smile." My dear, there are a mighty lot of Judases in the world," he remarked dryly. Haddon assented, buttoning up his loose spring overcoat, coughing a little as he did it. Major Lomax glanced up at Haddon without rising. "Going right over to see Gordon?" he asked shortly. Haddon, half way to the door turned. "Oh, I shall send for him to come to my office—when he gets to the bank today." "You needn't — I've bought it myself." "By Jove! You're quick at a bargain," Haddon exclaimed after a moment, "it was only just put in the market." Lomax nodded. "Took it over the telephone before you came in," he said grimly. Haddon reddened and then laughed. "I concede the honors of war!" he said ironically, making for the door. Mrs. Gordon opened the old worn gate timidly, and approached the house with a hesitating, reluctant step. She was trying to realize that the place which she had called home ever since Roddy was a baby, was no longer hers. She had just been down to the bank to sign the papers, making over the house to Major Lomax, and her hand had trembled so that she had to apologize for her signature. She went into the house, feeling a little faint and giddy. She did not know there was anyone in the library; she went straight in and sank weakly into a chair, staring blankly at the sunshine in the old south window. "In my Father's house are many mansions—" she whispered tremulously, unaware that she spoke aloud. Nancy rose suddenly from the corner opposite. Her mother had not even seen her and the girl had been silenced by her first glimpse of Mrs. Gordon's face. "Mama, what is it?" she cried, "tell me—even if I have done something—something dreadful. I'm not an outsider. I—you and papa don't tell me anything! What is it? Mama, you're wretched! Is it about Roddy?" Mrs. Gordon looked at her blankly, absorbed in her own troubles. "Your father's just sold the house," she said weakly. "Oh!!" Nancy gave a sharp little cry of pain, rising to her feet. "I tried so hard to save you both from this, Mama. I did it all to prevent this—and it's been useless—useless!" she groaned. Mrs. Gordon nodded her head sadly. "It wasn't any use, Nancy. You know how your father feels. He's paid back with a grim smile." My dear, there are a mighty lot of Judases in the world," he remarked dryly. Haddon assented, buttoning up his loose spring overcoat, coughing a little as he did it. Major Lomax glanced up at Haddon without rising. "Going right over to see Gordon?" he asked shortly. Haddon, half way to the door turned. "Oh, I shall send for him to come to my office—when he gets to the bank today." "You needn't — I've bought it myself." "By Jove! You're quick at a bargain," Haddon exclaimed after a moment, "it was only just put in the market." Lomax nodded. "Took it over the telephone before you came in," he said grimly. Haddon reddened and then laughed. "I concede the honors of war!" he said ironically, making for the door. Mrs. Gordon opened the old worn gate timidly, and approached the house with a hesitating, reluctant step. She was trying to realize that the place which she had called home ever since Roddy was a baby, was no longer hers. She had just been down to the bank to sign the papers, making over the house to Major Lomax, and her hand had trembled so that she had to apologize for her signature. She went into the house, feeling a little faint and giddy. She did not know there was anyone in the library; she went straight in and sank weakly into a chair, staring blankly at the sunshine in the old south window. "In my Father's house are many mansions—" she whispered tremulously, unaware that she spoke aloud. Nancy rose suddenly from the corner opposite. Her mother had not even seen her and the girl had been silenced by her first glimpse of Mrs. Gordon's face. "Mama, what is it?" she cried, "tell me—even if I have done something—something dreadful. I'm not an outsider. I—you and papa don't tell me anything! What is it? Mama, you're wretched! Is it about Roddy?" Mrs. Gordon looked at her blankly, absorbed in her own troubles. "Your father's just sold the house," she said weakly. "Oh!!" Nancy gave a sharp little cry of pain, rising to her feet. "I tried so hard to save you both from this, Mama. I did it all to prevent this—and it's been useless—useless!" she groaned. Mrs. Gordon nodded her head sadly. "It wasn't any use, Nancy. You know how your father feels. He's paid back with a grim smile." Now they were both became sentences: It was wrong? But my father-her husband clings to me laughed softly: He and gan are great friends now: It for I was afraid he Richard: Men are such queasily As a boy: Richard was so soon with me he offered him trying to marry me! She paused and Mrs.Obled something; an indistinct or two; evidently bewildered sat up straight now and though she knew that He her listen: "I cared for him too; of wouldn't? But my father-her husband him: Mrs.Gordon?" "I-I think so yes; I do don’t son tone showed confusion: He really insisted that marry Kingdon: I-well; engagement and—” she again regretfully: “dear Qualification You B departments; because know the materials HERB OELKE is these qualification ELECT OELKE about. ``` seven thousand. The house needs repairs. Why?" he added, "What's hit him?" Haddon looked absently out of the window. "How should I know? Family troubles, I reckon. The bank holds the mortgage. Helena doesn't want me to touch it. I don't know what to say about it yet." Major Lomax rose and began to tramp up and down. "Where's Gordon going to take his wife?" he asked sharply, "she's rooted there—and so is he, for that matter." "Perhaps the young people think it's old-fashioned," suggested Haddon, "or Mrs. Gordon's tired of the housekeeping and wants an apartment—my wife does." "Shucks!" the major bank down into his chair again, strumming on the table with his fingers. "You know better. Haddon! There's some trouble. I'm sorry for Will Gordon. He's a good man, and she's a good woman. She'll take it hard." The banker nodded, glancing thoughtfully across at Angie's pale face and pleading brown eyes. "I saw Miss Gordon on Monday—in Washington," he remarked thoughtfully. "In Washington?" Angie started, "why, I didn't know she'd been away!" Haddon nodded grimly, considering her pretty flush and her round, soft eyes critically. "She was there all right. A decided beauty, too. I hadn't noticed it so much before. How's the boy turning out, Lomax?" "Roddy?" The major twisted his old mouth into a queer expression. "Sowing wild oats, Haddon, I reckon. He's in New York, Greenough Trust Company, gets twenty-five dollars a week—or did six months ago, I haven't heard that he's increased in value," he added sarcastically. Haddon, who was observing Angie saw the girl's wince of pain and the red going up to her forehead. "In love with the boy — too bad!" he thought. "Family troubles drain a man's pocket wretched! Is it about Roddy? Mrs. Gordon looked at her blankly, absorbed in her own troubles. "Your father's just sold the house," she said weakly. "Oh!!" Nancy gave a sharp little cry of pain, rising to her feet. "I tried so hard to save you both from this, Mama. I did it all to prevent this—and it's been useless—useless!" she groaned. Mrs. Gordon nodded her head sadly. "It wasn't any use, Nancy. You know how your father feels. He's paid back seven thousand already." "To Richard?" Mrs. Gordon raised her eyes reluctantly to her daughter's haggard face. "Yes, dear. He—your father would have it so. That leaves eight more to pay, and he—" Nancy rose and stood quite still and straight, her white face set. "Who bought the house?" "Major Lomax." Nancy's blue eyes widened. "He gave four thousand cash," her mother went on mechanically, "and there's three still..." In the mortgage. He—" she hesitated and then added, more cheerfully: "He's been kind, dear, he urged Papa not to sell the furniture. He said it couldn't bring enough to make it worth while, and—he wants us to keep the house—to rent it from him." Her mother sighed. "He's selling all his securities except his life insurance. He hopes to net about two thousand more. That will be nine paid. But, oh, Nancy, I don't know where in the world's he's going to get the other six thousand from!" Nancy sank down on the lounge. Mama, I never thought of it in that day," she faltered, "I had only the one ought to save Roddy from prison." "Oh, Nancy, I don't see how you could do it!" When I was your age—" Mrs. Gordon stopped with her mouth open, for they both heard Amanda aditting a visitor. Nancy listened, straining her ears. "It's Mrs. Haddon!" Nancy cried, bringing up. "You see her, Mother—I will not!" Mrs. Gordon looked agast. She had never known Mrs. Kingdon Haddonell and she did not like her. "She's come to see you, Nancy, I—" Nancy pushed her shaking hands. Go out there and talk to her—in the other room. Don't let her come in here! Mrs. Gordon, reluctant and embarrassed, allowed herself to be pushed. Nancy thrust her through the porches, drew her through the terraces, drew them behind her, and went back to her lounge. She meant to go stairs but she actually felt faint and ill. Bit by bit she became aware of voices. Now the words took shape and became sentences. It was Helena's voice, her full, soft, drawing voice. "He's taking care of King; you know my husband clings to a doctor!" she added fearfully. Banker Addresses Anaheim Merchants H. B. Adams, head of the speaker's division of the Security First National Bank, addressed Anaheim Merchants and Manufacturers at their meeting Thursday on the subject: "The Merchant's Relation to the NRA Program." Richard felt it so much that I'm afraid sometimes—he'll never marry now. I really wish he would, it's so lonely over there for him since his mother's death." Mrs. Gordon evidently did not rise to the occasion for Nancy only heard a murmur. There were a few words more and then Helena's voice rose again, keyed to carry far, as her listener knew. "I was so sorry that Kingdon didn't buy your house when Mr. Gordon offered it. It's quite a lovely place. You must hate to give it up so suddenly, Mrs. Gordon?" "Major Lomax wants us to stay on—to rent it from him," explained Mrs. Gordon, her voice breaking.* "I do hate to leave it!" "I should think you would! And your son, Mrs. Gordon. What do you hear from him?" she let her voice rest a moment and then, slowly drawling, "is he doing well?" Nancy knew, without seeing it, the crimson flush that went up over her mother's face. "Roddy's always done well. He's doing splendidly now." "I'm so glad to hear it! Kingdon was asking about him yesterday. He knows someone in the trust company, I think, a Mr. Beaver, a cousin of Major Lomax." Nancy started, trembling with apprehension. She remembered Roddy's description of old Beaver with his nose to the ground. Did this woman know? Continued Next Week NOTICE OF SALE OF REAL PROPERTY BY TRUSTEE ENDER OF $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 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, owed 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 HEREBY 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 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 Mrs. Gordon, reluctant and embarrassed, allowed herself to be pushed. Nancy thrust her through the porches, drew her through the terraces, drew them behind her, and went back to her lounge. She meant to go upstairs but she actually felt faint and ill. Bit by bit she became aware of voices. Now the words took shape and became sentences. It was Helena's voice, her full, soft, drawing voice. "He's taking care of King; you know my husband clings to a doctor!" she laughed softly. "He and Richard Moran are great friends now; I'm glad of for I was afraid he wouldn't like Richard. Men are such queer creatures as a boy. Richard was so much in love with me he offered to fight King for trying to marry me!" She paused and Mrs. Gordon mummed something, an indistinct sentence or two, evidently bewildered. Nancy sat up straight now and listened, although she knew that Helena wanted her to listen. "I cared for him, too, of course—who couldn't? But my father—you remember him, Mrs. Gordon?" "I-I think so, yes, I do." Mrs. Gordon's tone showed confusion. "He really insisted that I should marry Kingdom. I—well, I broke my engagement—and—she laughed softly again, regretfully," dear Mrs. Gordon, "I'm so glad to hear it! Kingdom was asking about him yesterday. He knows someone in the trust company, I think, a Mr. Beaver, a cousin of Major Lemax." Nancy started trembling with apprehension. She remembered Roddy's description of old Beaver with his nose to the ground. Did this woman know? 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 BELVA 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 eighteen months after date, one for (Political Advertisement) Qualifications Must Be Considered When You Elect a New City Clerk 1. A City Clerk must know trees, plants, vines because he has the City Park to supervise. 2. He must know orange groves, their pest control, cultivation, fertilization and marketing of fruit, because the City of Anaheim has three 10-acre orange groves. 3. 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