anaheim-gazette 1934-04-19

Anaheim, Calif., April 19, 1934 The Dollar Bride by Mary Imlay Taylor FOURTEENTH INSTALLMENT THE STORY SO FAR Nancy Gordon trades herself in marriage with Dr. Richard Morgan for fifteen thousand dollars—to save her family from the disgrace of her brother Roddy's theft of that amount for a woman. Nancy loves penniless young Page Roemer, and Richard is loved by Helena Haddon, a sophisticated young married woman. Kingdon Haddon, Helena's husband, sees the elopes, but holds his council. After the ceremony, Nancy returns to her parents' home, and continues to see Page, who urges her to divorce her husband. Mr. Gordon, to release his daughter from what he considers her shameful marriage, sells his house to his friend Major Lomax, who rents it to the original owner. Helena is jealous of Richard's interest in Nancy, although she knows nothing of the marriage, and tries to make trouble. Once Page comes to Nancy's home and makes love to her, Nancy frantic—she loves Page but refuses to go back on her bargain with Richard by divorcing him. Now Go On With the Story. "You've got to let me go—you—" she wet her parched lips—"you paid for me—that's how you feel. I know no one—but his new racehorse he got from Lomax. He and the grooms are at him day and night, getting him in shape. He's to race next month. King cares more to have that horse win the race for him—or to win himself in a golf tournament, than he cares for my soul!" She rose from her chair and went to the window. Helena was winking back hot tears. She had seen Richard's face as he looked at Nancy, and every instinct of her nature leaped up into furious jealousy. "Richard, I'm wretched — what's the use of living? King and I hate each other cordially—I—" she covered her face with her hands. Richard stood still; a shock of horror shook him out of his preoccupation. He was not a vain man, but he could not have misunderstood her words or her manner. He drew her hands into his. He made her sit down. "For Heaven's sake, Helena, don't!" he implored her. "Command yourself—you'll be ill, indeed." She caught the note in his voice and she laughed suddenly and wildly. "I'd bravely Nancy neared him. But she got no farther than door, when all the miracle and mental—came to a crumpled up against the wall." "Mandy!" she cried faint. "I declare' ter goodness!" woman, strong and brooding as a man, stooped and put up. "Dere-yo' keep still ain't gwine-ter walk any Amanda bore her into the laid her down on the lounge." "Yo' wait, Miss Nancy! I can fix yo' up as good as Nancy, cuddling down pillows with her first feel smiled. 'It's been de Mandy; Dr. Morgan's bar." Mr. Gordon had just come bank, his day's work done some papers in his hand. Fact, succeeded in selling shares in a copper mine he able to pay Richard Mo five hundred. He was haunted center-table before he dipped over the top of his spectacle. "Hello, Nancy! Got a hurt my ankle—twist all, Papa." He came across the room looking down at her kindness. "Which ankle? Where you twist it, child?" Nancy blushed. "Richa it. I hurt it in the field as Fuller's. He saw me face drew a quick breath—hup." Her father eyed her shirt the field? Nancy, you wanna away from Morgan? Her eyes fell under his winced miserably. He sat arm-chair beside her heavily. "Child," he said gently, wanting a divorce? He felt her start of amnesia. Lomax, who rents it to the original owner, Helena is jealous of Richard's interest in Nancy, although she knows nothing of the marriage, and tries to make trouble. Once Page comes to Nancy's home and makes love to her, Nancy frantic—she loves Page but refuses to go back on her bargain with Richard by divorcing him. Now Go On With the Story. "You've got to let me go—you—" she wet her parched lips—"you paid for me—that's how you feel, I know it—and you've taken half the money back. You've got to let me go!" He flung her hands from him, rising to his feet, his face dark. "You love that fellow! You want Roemer's kisses not mine! I—" he choked with fury—"he shan't have you!" he began to walk up and down the room; "he sha'n't have you, do you hear me, Nancy?" He stopped short. The door of his office stood ajar and he suddenly saw a woman's figure coming down the hall. Unannounced, Mammy Polk had admitted a patient. It was Helena Haddon. "Nancy, stay here—I'll take her into the other room," he said below his breath, going to meet his visitor. But Nancy had struggled to her feet. "I'm going home," she gasped, and steadied herself, leaning on the table beside her. Helena heard her. "Don't let me break in on another patient," she said, smiling, and then, coming to the door: "Why, Miss Gordon, are you ill, too?" Richard flushed. "It's a twisted ankle," he said briefly, "let me take you into the library, Mrs. Haddon; Miss Gordon can't walk very well yet, the ankle's just bandaged." "I'm so sorry—" Helena began. But Nancy cut them both short; she straightened herself and began to walk quite steadily across the room. "I'm going right home," she said. "Sit down," Richard ordered sharply, "your foot will twist again." Nancy flung him a look that breathed defiance. Agony was shooting through the hurt muscles, but she trod on the foot with an iron will. She had the side door open when Richard sprang to her aid. "I'll help you home anyway," he said. But Nancy recolled from his touch. "Go back—to her!" she whispered, her face flushed still with anger and pain "I can walk." Helena stood by the table, drawing off her gloves. Richard noticed it as he came in, bewildered and angry and in doubt. That ankle must hurt horribly, if it hurt at all. The doubt shook him, but he noticed how white and soft horror shook him out of his preoccupation. He was not a vain man, but he could not have misunderstood her words or her manner. He drew her hands into his. He made her sit down. "For Heaven's sake, Helena, don't!" he implored her. "Command yourself—you'll be ill, indeed." She caught the note in his voice and she laughed suddenly and wildly. "I'd Fuller's. He saw me face drew a quick breath—" he up." Her father eyed her shirt field? Nancy, you waved away from Morgan? Her eyes fell under his winced miserably. He sat arm-chair beside her heavily. "Child," he said gently, "want a divorce?" He felt her start of amusement it was one of relentless questions. "How can I get one, voice sounded smothered telling people I'm married?" "You might—there'd be of course. I put it up the other day. He pointed was not a marriage in fact a possibility of annulment might be suppressed a Richard—if the man would keep his mouth shut, too." Nancy stirred sharply, face. She remembered Riordan "I swear it, I won't give you." She drew herself up on clasping her arms about huddled figure. "I sha'n't divorce—I did it myself, Pa got to stand it!" He turned and looked at she saw the tears in his eye. "Good for you, Nancy!" put his shaking hand on head. He was holding her shirt the telephone-bell rang shortly started violently. Even looked startled, but he rolled across the room and took ceilers. His daughter saw figure stiffen. "No, sir, she's not at home he said sharply." Yes, speaking. My daughter's answer you. Good day!" up. Then he turned and stared his face utterly transformed emotion of a few moments lost in the wrath of his dizziness flirting with the boy still! He's been at... foot with an iron will. She had the side door open when Richard sprang to her aid. "I'll help you home anyway," he said. But Nancy recolled from his touch. "Go back—to her!" she whispered, her face flushed still with anger and pain. "I can walk." Helena stood by the table, drawing off her gloves. Richard noticed it as he came in, bewildered and angry and in doubt. That ankle must hurt horribly, if it hurt at all. The doubt shook him but he noticed how white and soft Helena's hands looked, and that she had discarded her rings. He did not even notice the usual plain band on the marriage finger. "I always come at the wrong time, Richard. I'm as inopportune as theseasles!" He pushed a chair forward. "On the contrary," his voice said, "you're always welcome. I hope you're not nervous again, Helena?" She sank into the chair, putting up her hands with a graceful gesture to push back the light veil she wore. "Well, I don't sleep at all," she replied with her provoking smile. "I suppose you'd scold dreadfully if I should ask for chloral or morphine or anything—to make me sleep!" Richard dragged his mind back from its absent contemplation and looked at her intently. "I wouldn't give it to you," he said gravely. She smiled, drooping her lids over eyes that softened too much when they met his; even a little color went up in her face and transfigured it. "She's beautiful," he thought reluctantly. "I've taken lots of it already," she said, laughing quietly. "I increased the dose last night." "Chloral." She stirred in her chair, and he saw that her chin was shaking. "Look here, Helena, this won't do," he spoke kindly, with genuine concern. "Do you know, I ought to tell King?" "King!" She sat up, turning the blaze of angry eyes on him. "Why King? He's thinking of nothing—of looking at him a little wildly. "Go and tell her!" she panted furiously. "Go and tell her I came to you for help and you froze me stiff!" "Helena!" he cried, agast. But she continued to laugh wildly, hysterically. Then suddenly she straightened herself. "I'm crazy, Richard. It's the chloral—forget what I've said, forgive me—" She caught his hand and pressed her hot cheek against it. "Forgive an unhappy woman—who is your friend!" she cried, and made her way unsteadily past him to the door. He turned, conscience-stricken, and sprang to help her. "Helena, let me go with you. I——" But she waved him back, evaded his outstretched hand and went out alone, shaken from head to foot with an emotion that seemed to tear at her very heart. She hated Nancy. She blamed it on Nancy. But for Nancy she would have had his love to heal the cruel wound she had inflicted on her own heart. DOROTHY DARNIT OH! IVE LOST MY PURSE Bravely Nancy neared her own home. But she got no farther than the back door, when all the misery—physical and mental—came to a climax. She crumpled up against the door-post. "Mandy!" she cried faintly. "I declare' ter goodness!" The colored woman, strong and broad-shouldered is a man, stooped and picked the girl up. "Dere—yo' keep still, honey; yo' isn't gwine-ter walk any more now." Amanda bore her into the library and laid her down on the lounge. "Yo' wait, Miss Nancy; I reckons can fix yo' up as good as a doctah." Nancy, cuddling down in the old allows with her first feeling of relief, miled. "It's been done already, Mandy; Dr. Morgan's bandaged it." Mr. Gordon had just come from the bank, his day's work done, and he had some papers in his hand. He had, in fact, succeeded in selling out some old shares in a copper mine. He would be able to pay Richard Morgan another five hundred. He was half way to the enter-table before he discovered her and he stopped short, looking at her over the top of his spectacles. "Hello, Nancy! Got a headache?" "I hurt my ankle—twisted it—that's all, Papa." He came across the room and stood looking down at her kindly. "Which ankle? Whereabouts did you twist it, child?" Nancy blushed. "Richard bandaged I hurt it in the field as I left Angie fuller's. He saw me fall, and"—she drew a quick breath—"he's bound it up." Her father eyed her shrewdly. "In the field? Nancy, you were running away from Morgan?" Her eyes fell under his, and she sinced miserably. He sat down in an arm-chair beside her and sighed savilly. "Child," he said gently, "don't you want a divorce?" He felt her start of amazement and thought I was out! Nancy, I'm ashamed of you." She said nothing, still huddled on the lounge, her knees cradled in her arms. "You said you wouldn't get a divorce, didn't you?" he went on with rising anger. "What d'you mean? You can't play fast and loose with two men. I—good Lord, girl, where's your mother? She's got to teach you sense—d'you hear? I won't have two men about. I'll — by the Lord Harry I'll shoot 'em both if you don't stop! D'ye hear me?" Nancy winced again, but this time not from pain in her ankle. "I hear you, Papa." There were bitter days, too, for Page Roemer. He had been sure of Nancy Virginia. Then suddenly, out of a clear sky, the bolt fell. She had married Morgan against her will, she had married him secretly, and she refused to confess her motives. He walked the floor at night, his nails biting deep into the palms of his hands. Out of these vigils of agony he emerged haggard but determined. Morgan shouldn't have her! He would take her away from him now by main force. Love and Hate contended for his soul, and the love that he made his god was more dangerous to poor Nancy than hate. But she did not know it. Stinging from her father's denunciations, shrinking from her mother's reproachful eyes, uncheered even by letters from Roddy, home was intolerable to Nancy. As soon as the hurt ankle let her walk without wincing she went out again, and she met Page. He was always lying in wait for her in his hours of leisure. Not even Angie Fuller, who had taken a sudden unaccountable dislike to him, could prevent those encounters. One day, when the two girls were down in the river meadow, Page had joined them. The two were so intent on each other that the girl left them, a little Ramona Pageant Opens 11th Year Sat., April 21st Jean Inness, Broadway Favorite, In Title Role; Victor Jory Is "Alessandro" Supreme in its magnificent outdoor attractions, California's Oberammergau, the famed Ramona Pageant will be presented for the eleventh annual season in the renowned Ramona Bowl at Hemet Saturday and Sunday afternoons, April 21 and 22, 28 and 29 and May 5 and 6. Edward Poorman, president-manager of the Ramona Pageant since its inception, has announced that in addition to a cast exceeding 200 residents of Hemet and San Jacinto who yearly have taken part in the famous play, Jean Inness, Broadway favorite, will portray the title role, and Victor Jory, Fox Film star, will again enact the part of "Alessandro," the ill-fated lover of the heroine. This will be Mr. Jory's sixth season with the Ramona Pageant, and he is considered one of the finest pageant actors of the day. Mr. Poorman will again be seen in the important character role of "Juan Canito." Ralph Freud, well-known in the Southland as a result of his work at the Pasadena Community Playhouse, has been signed to direct the pageant, and Gilmor Brown, whose name is eynonymous with the Pasadena Community Playhouse, and considered one of the greatest figures in theatrical annals today, will personally supervise the pageant at Hemet. The pageant this year commemorates the 50th anniversary of the publication of Helen Hunt Jackson's famous novel, which has become the classic California He saw me fail, and—she grew a quick breath—"he's bound it up." Her father eyed her shrewdly. "In the field? Nancy, you were running away from Morgan?" Her eyes fell under his, and she inched miserably. He sat down in an arm-chair beside her and sighed heavily. "Child," he said gently, "don't you want a divorce?" He felt her start of amazement andancied it was one of relief. She did not look up; she seemed to be considering his question. "How can I get one, Papa?"—her voice sounded smothered — "without telling people I'm married?" "You might—there'd be some talk, course. I put it up to Laverick the other day. He pointed out that it was not a marriage in fact; there was possibility of annulment. He said it might be suppressed a good deal if Richard—if the man would agree to keep his mouth shut, too." Nancy stirred sharply, averting her face. She remembered Richard's cry: "I swear it, I won't give you up!" She drew herself up on the couch, susping her arms about her knees, auddled figure. "I sha'nt ask for a divorce—I did it myself, Papa, and I've got to stand it!" He turned and looked at her, and she saw the tears in his eyes. "Good for you, Nancy!" he said, and hit his shaking hand on her bright head. He was holding her silently when he telephone-bell rang sharply. Nancystarted violently. Even Mr. Gordon looked startled, but he rose heavily, tossed the room and took up the rever. His daughter saw his whole cure stiffen. "No, sir, she's not at home to you!" she said sharply. "Yes, Mr. Gordon speaking. My daughter's not going to answer you. Good day!" and he hung on. Then he turned and stared at Nancy, as face utterly transformed. The notion of a few moments ago was lost in the wrath of his discovery. "You're flirting with that Roemer still! He's been at the phone— HOW WOMEN CAN WIN MEN AND MEN WIN The Favor of Other Men Southland as a result of his work at the Pasadena Community Playhouse, has been signed to direct the pageant, and Gilmor Brown, whose name is synonymous with the Pasadena Community Playhouse, and considered one of the greatest figures in theatrical annals today, will personally supervise the pageant at Hemet. The pageant this year commemorates the 50th anniversary of the publication of Helen Hunt Jackson's famous novel, which has become the classic California romance of all time. Starting at three o'clock each afternoon in the natural amphitheater and ending two hours later, makes possible for people to make the trip to Hemet from all parts of the southland and return to their homes following the performance. It is anticipated that this season will find more people witnessing the spectacle than ever before. Mysterious Shot and Cry are Heard Anaheim police this week continued to puzzle over a mysterious shot, and just as mysterious a cry from an apparently agonized man, heard in the vicinity of the sugar factory early this week. Early investigations revealed that the shot and cry had been heard, but their source was not determined. cloud was rolling up on them. 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The clinics will be held regularly every fourth Monday. State "Y" Official Lauds Local Group Associate State Secretary F. P. Knapp of the Y.M.C.A. complimented Anaheim's organization Monday night at a meeting of the local board of directors on conducting a Bible class which draws an average attendance of 100. Secretary Knapp stressed the point that the public looks to the "Y" to lead in religious work. 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. OSHER PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Dentist—Painless Extraction. 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By Charles McManus