anaheim-gazette 1934-04-26

Anaheim, Calif., April 26, 1934 The Dollar Bride by Mary Imlay Taylor FIFTEENTH 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 elopers, but holds his council. After the ceremony, Nancy returns to her payents' 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. Nancy loved it; it had no terrors for her, the very fury of it helped her bottle on a table beside the corner. The flare of the flushed face of a vane. The woman, on her knee did not even look up. Nancy went in. "Let's said softly, 'you're tired must rest!' The mother's head said "Tired? Me? I ain't sigh Tony's the sick. Honey up, honey, yo' ain't real ma's prayin' — prayin' sight," she added. The girl took the cup limp fingers and sat down of the bed. "Tony—is that his dear, drink this for us." The child opened his glass stared at her. His face fever and there were around his mouth and lifted him, pressing the cushion. It was only water and not drink, but he could not gled, gasping, falling limbs his little hot fingers clinging tight. Nancy gasped, "He cried she cried," "where's the doctor?" The woman was crying her sleeve across her doctor ain't come—I sent he ain't been here. Yo' doctors easy, but I ain't I—" "Money?" Nancy sharply. "Whom did you do? Dr. Simmon—th' ole come, he took care of me was a-dyin'." "Simmon? Why, he's go out any more. You doctor—" Dying? Yes at the threshold. "You'a doctor," she said sharp ard Morgan! The woman stood, misery, her hollow eyes ing boy. "I ain't able Nancy loved it; it had no terrors for her, the very fury of it helped her lift up her soul. Then a rush of wind came, torn leaves whipped about them; the rain began to fall in great drops. "Come—we'll have to go into the inn over there," he said briskly, "you'll get wet, Nancy." Nancy yielded to his guidance and ran across the lane into a roadhouse for the convenience of summer motorists. The inn dining-room was long and barren, with here and there a group of small tables. As yet there were but few summer visitors. Only a few people were in the room, driven in by the coming storm. "You'll take something, Nancy, just for form's sake? People notice—there's Haddon over there. His wife, too! The storm must have driven them in, too. He's been down to his racing stables I reckon. They're always quarreling, poor fools, I wonder they're together." Their alcove isolated them. Page put his hand out suddenly and laid it over hers. "Nancy, are you going to endure it? You're wretched, I see it! Break with him now—right off—before it is too late." "Too late? What do you mean, Page?" "I know what to do, Trust me, Nancy, let me—set you free!" "Free?" she sighed. "Oh, Page, if I only could be free—as I used to be!" "You can be—you shall be!" he said in a choked voice, "Nancy, I adore you—I won't give you up, I swear it, he shan't have you." She did not look at him now. "He won't let me get it," she said faintly, "he won't give me up." "You can make him give you up," he said in a voice of mothered passion. She shivered, shaking her head. "I can't make him yield." "You can!" The girl lifted her head and looked at him questioningly. "Come to me," said Page thickly, passionately. "I love you—you love me. Come to me, Nancy, we can go away from it all together. He'll know it's useless than. He'll get a divorce." At last her mental anguish began to give away to her physical weakness. ness; she could go no farther, and she did not know where she was. She climbed down a muddy bank and looked out through the mist and rain. There was a house—not twenty yards off! She drew a long sigh of relief, gathered herself together, and breasted the storm. It was a mere shanty, a tumbled-down house. Dripping and breathless, Nancy knocked at the door. A woman opened it; there was a glimpse of bare interior, a spark of fire dying in the old stove, a close smell of cooking and medicine, and the fretful cry of a sick child. Not a word was spoken. The wind and the rain swept the storm-beaten girl in. The woman slapped the door to struggling, her shoulder against it, shot the bolt, and ran back into the room where the child was moaning. Nancy moved over to the stove and began mechanically wringing the water out of her dripping clothing. After the rush of the wind and the cold driving rain, it was suffocating hot in the wretched little room, but gradually her mind cleared. She began to sharply. "Whom did you come, he took care of me he was a-dynin'." Simmon? Why, he's go out any more. Your doctor—" Dying? Yes at the threshold. "You've a doctor," she said sharp and Morgan! The woman stood, misery, her hollow eyes ing boy. "I ain't able noway. I reckon th' L-Iain't got no un—Tup, tell yo' ma yo' aim honey!" her voice rose of terror, she fell on her ing, burying her head pillow. "Tony, I'm going to gorot," she said, lifted his to her cheek, put it down out tears in her eye. A doctor? She must be She tore open the front of the drive of the rain. caress, it cooled her own But it was fearful still! must get Richard. At an loomed up at the very Suddenly, without though she knew that he was must reach. She did not matter come to the door. Richa Death. She must reach knew where she was no miles out of town. Throwing sheet of the rain she fields opposite, the show and some low buildings remembered with a start, Kingdon Haddon's farm. It was a long way to there must be some one could get help! She strung the wind, with her She was almost half way a figure came out of the big door shut and to her. Through the storm she young negro voice. It was Henry, old Jo boy, sixteen years old and coal. Nancy knew him chores for Major Lomax curried horses. "You can make him give you up," he said in a voice of mothered passion. She shivered, shaking her head. "I can't make him yield." "You can!" The girl lifted her head and looked at him questioningly. "Come to me," said Page thickly, passionately. "I love you—you love me. Come to me, Nancy, we can go away from it all together. He'll know it's useless than. He'll get a divorce." She stared at him innocently, bewildered. "What do you mean, Page?" He bent nearer, his face flushed, his eyes glowing, love triumphant and determined and unscrupulous, love without pity or remorse. He was sure of her now. "Come to me, I said." he panted. "come now—today—let us go away together. The world's a big place. He can't follow us. We love each other. We have a right to our love—he has robbed us. It's like life—love is life—we'll be together—and Morgan"—he laughed wildly—"Morgan will get a divorce then!" Nancy understood. With a gasp she wrenched her hand out of his and stood up, staring at him. She saw no one but him. She did not even see that Helena Haddon had risen from her table and was coming toward them. She looked only at Roemer. "Oh!" she gasped, "what have I done—that you should think me like this?" He rose, too, staggered by her look. "Nancy, I swear I adore you — I —" "Hush!" she cried fiercely, "hush—never say such things to me again! I —" she clung to the back of her chair. Then she turned, put out her hand gropingly and went toward the long window where the rain was beating in. Page sprang after her, but she waved him back. "Let me alone—don't speak to me," she gasped. "Go and talk to that woman. Mrs. Haddon I mean. She's coming. Keep her away. Not a word was spoken. The wind and the rain swept the storm-beaten girl in. The woman slapped the door to, struggling, her shoulder against it, shot the bolt, and ran back into the room where the child was moaning. Nancy moved over to the stove and began mechanically wringing the water out of her dripping clothing. After the rush of the wind and the cold driving rain, it was suffocating hot in the wretched little room, but gradually her mind cleared. She began to heed the wall of the child and the woman's sob of a prayer. "Please th' Lord, ain't I hed enuff? Don't take him, Lord, I ain't done nothin' ter make ye!" she choked, sobbing aloud, and evidently turned back to the child. "Thar, thar, honey. yo' drink et, yo'ain't goin' ter die—the Lord ain't goin' ter take yo'—I've been a-talkin' ter him." Nancy's mind came back sharply. She moved swiftly across the room to the open door and looked in. The storm had darkened the place, and the woman had set a candle in a bottle on a table beside the low cot in the corner. The flare of it fell full on the flushed face of a very sick child. The woman, on her knees by the bed, did not even look up. Nancy went in. "Let me help," she said softly, "you're tired out. You must rest!" The mother's head sagged forward. "Tired? Me? I ain't slep' fo' days—Tony's that sick. Honey, git well, sit up, honey, yo' ain't real sick now—yo' ma's prayin' — prayin' helps him a sight," she added. The girl took the cup out of her limp fingers and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Tony—is that his name? Tony dear, drink this for us," she coaxed. The child opened his glassy eyes and stared at her. His face was hot with fever and there were white rings around his mouth and eyes. Nancy lifted him, pressing the cup to his lips. It was only water and the child tried to drink, but he could not. He strangled, gasping, falling limp on her arm, his little hot fingers holding hers, clinging tight. Nancy gasped. "He can't swallow!" she cried, "where's the doctor?" The woman was crying softly, drawing her sleeve across her eyes. "Th' doctor ain't come—I sent' for him—but he ain't been here. Yo' all—yo' all gits doctors easy, but I ain't got no money, I——" "Money?" Nancy straightened up sharply. "Whom did you call?" "Dr. Simmon—th' ole un—he useter come, he took care of my man when he was a-dynin'." "Simmon? Why, he'e ill, he doesn't go out any more. You must have a doctor——" Dying? Yes. Death was at the threshold. "You've got to have a doctor," she said sharply. "Dr. Richard Morgan!" The woman stood, numbed with misery, her hollow eyes on the gasping boy. "I ain't able ter leave him "Henry!" she called, "Henry!" At first he did not hear her, between his own music and the storm. Then he looked up, saw her, drenched, clinging to a fence. "Gee, Miss Nancy!" Nancy caught his arm in both, her shaking hands and poured out her story. "We've got to have Dr. Morgan, Henry, and you've got to get him!" The boy stared at her helplessly. "Dat's Kinney's kid, I knows him—but, gee, Miss Nancy, it's two miles an' more'n dat, an' de tel'phone's broke char down — I can't walk noways—it'a awful muddy'an' look at de rain—ugh!" Nancy shook him. "Henry, you've got to go. You'll save a life, won't you? You've got to!" Henry's eyes rolled. "Fo' de Lawd, Miss Nancy, dere ain't no horse but Polestar!" "Get him!" Nancy cried, on fire with zeal, "we need a racer. Polestar can do it in half the time! Can you ride him?" Henry's grin widened ecstatically. "I see trainin' fo' er jockey—sho, I can ride him!" "Then get him quick!" "Lordy, Miss Nancy, I se afeard—I reckon de boss'd skin me alive, yessir!" "Never mind the boss! It's a life, Henry. You know Dr. Richard Morgan? He must come if you can get to him!" "Sho de doctah's come — he ain't skecered. Deed, I can't go, Miss Nancy!" Nancy held out her hand imperatively. "Give me that key!" she smatched it from his hand, "onw — you come with me!" "Deed, Miss Nancy!" Henry gasped. "Deed, miss, I can't ride no horse outen dis year stables, de boss, he'll kill me, he sho willl!" "He won't, I'll make it right with him." Half-Dollar Slot Machines Ordered Taken from County Manless Gasoline Vendors are Condemned by State Following Numerous Complaints Numerous complaints from motorists has caused the division of weights and measures, state department of agriculture, to condemn half-a-dollar in the slot self-delivery highway gasoline vending machines in Los Angeles and Orange counties, J. S. Casey, chief of the division, announces. Action of the state in ordering the recall of the machines by the manufacturers, and a warning that they must not be operated in this state, followed an investigation by weights and measures representatives who found among other unfavorable factors that each of the ten cans in the compartment was six to eight ounces short of the gallon of gasoline each was marked to contain, Casey's report showed. Another element which prompted the desist order, Casey said, was the fact that motorists, impecunious or otherwise, had attempted to secure gasoline from the manless filling stations by the use of lead slugs instead of half dollars. The slugs jammed the mechanism, he pointed out, with the result that the legitimate customer who followed a to the house and heard the woman wailing aloud. Nancy opened the door quickly. The stove fire made the room stifling and she seemed to feel the child's gasps for breath. The mother was walking up sharply. "Whom did you call?" "Dr. Simmon—th' ole un—he useter come, he took care of my man when he was a-dyin'." "Simmon? Why, he's ill, he doesn't go out any more. You must have a doctor—" Dying? Yes. Death was at the threshold. "You've got to have a doctor," she said sharply, "Dr. Richard Morgan!" The woman stood, numbed with misery, her hollow eyes on the gasping boy. "I ain't able ter leave him noway. I reckon th' Lord'll help me—I ain't got no un—Tony honey, sit up, tell yo' ma yo' ain't sick, honey, honey!" her voice rose in a crescendo of terror, she fell on her knees, moaning, burying her head on the child's pillow. "Tony, I'm going to get you a doctor," she said, lifted his little hot hand to her cheek, put it down again, and ran out, tears in her eyes. A doctor? She must have a doctor! She tore open the front door and faced the drive of the rain. It was like a caress, it cooled her own face again. But it was fearful still! Richard—she must get Richard. At another crisis he updied at the very gateway of life. Suddenly, without thought of herself, she knew that he was the man she must reach. She did not matter—Death had come to the door. Richard could fight Death. She must reach Richard. She knew where she was now, almost five miles out of town. Through the gleaming sheet of the rain she could see the fields opposite, the shoulder of a hill, and some low buildings—barns? She remembered with a start, it was part of Kingdon Haddon's farm. It was a long way to the barn, but there must be some one there. She could get help! She struggled, breasting the wind, with her head down. She was almost half way there when a figure came out of the barn, swung the big door shut and turned to meet her. Through the storm she heard a rich young negro voice. It was Henry, old Johnny Floyd's boy, sixteen years old and as black as coal. Nancy knew him well. He did chores for Major Lomax, ran errands, curried horses. Sho de doctah's come — he ain't skered. Deed, I can't go, Miss Nancy!" Nancy held out her hand imperatively. "Give me that key!" she smatched it from his hand, "onw — you come with me!" "Deed, Miss Nancy!" Henry gasped. "Deed, miss, I can't ride no horse outen dis year stables, de boss, he'll kill me, he sho willl!" He won't, I'll make it right with him. There's a child dying for a doctor, you hear me? That's all that matters you've got to go on Polestar!" As she spoke she unlocked the big barn door. The wind swung it open but she held it. In the dim corner she discerned the box-stall of the racer. "Henry! Get Polestar out this minute!" Her sharp tone of command, the flash of power and authority in her eyes awed the boy. He sidled away from her, but he sidled toward the stall. "De boss get my hide!" he said, half whimpering, "deed, Miss Nancy, I can't — iain't got no orders, I —" "I give you the order!" She stood outlined against the fury of the storm, her eyes glowing, a flush on her face now. The negro boy starred at her fascinated. He undid the bar. In a moment the great racer came out, quivering, cager, tossing his splendid head; he strained at the hailer in Henry's hand. "Get on him!" Nancy held the door open. "You've got to, I'll make you, it's a child's life—get on that horse!" Henry obeyed. He had to obey. He made a wild snatch at Polestar's mane, grinning, and flung himself astride the racer's bare back. Nancy jumped from Polestar's head and flung the door back. The boy, clinging to Polestar's mane struck his heel in the racer's flank. In an instant the horse shot out past Nancy, plunging and furious. Nancy trembled with anxiety. Could the black boy keep his seat? Then—like an arrow from the bow—Polestar shot away into space. Nancy pressed her hands over her eyes. Dripping again, she turned back to the house and heard the woman wailing aloud. Nancy opened the door quickly. The stove fire made the room stilling and she seemed to feel the child's gasps for breath. The mother was walking up and down, rocking herself and crying. "He ain't able ter breathe—he ain't able ter breathe muc' longer—I reckon God's clean fergotten me!" she wailed. 'an' iain't got no doctah fer him!" "Yes, you have, one's coming — the best in town," Nancy said softly, taking hold of her and trying to still her. "Don't act so you'll frighten Tony—the doctor's coming I've sent for him. We must have towels and hot water ready. Where are your things?" The girl was roused; every nerve in her body tingled. Here work she could do. Get ready for the doctor; Richard would find it as ready as she could make it. "I ain't got no towels, I ain't ironed 'em, I ain't done nothin' but take care o' him. I—I reckons I do have er clean sheet, I kept it in—a case he died." "Give, it to me, please!" she held out her hand, the same power and authority came to her that had frightened Henry. Mrs. Kinney felt it. She stumbled to an old dresser and found a sheet, clean but ragged at the edges, and a couple of rough-dry towels. Continued Next Week Wake Up Your Liver Bile —Without Calomel And You’ll Jump Out of Bed in the Morning Rarin’ to Go If you feel sour and sunk and the world looks punk, don’t swallow a lot of salts, mineral water, oil, laxative candy or chewing gum and expect them to make you suddenly sweet and buoyant and full of sunshine. For they can’t do it. They only move the bowels and a mere movement doesn’t get at the cause. The reason for your down-and-out feeling is your liver. It should pour out two pounds of liquid bile into your bowels daily. If this bile is not flowing freely, your food doesn’t digest. It just decays in the bowels. Gas bloats up your stomach. You have a thick, bad taste and your breath is foul, skin often breaks out in blemishes. Your headaches and you feel down and out. Your whole system is poisoned. It takes those good, old CARTER’s LITTLE LIVER PILLS to get these two pounds of bile flowing freely and make you feel “up and up.” They contain wonderful, harmless, gentle vegetable extracts, amazing when it comes to making the bile flow freely. But don’t ask for liver pills. Ask for Carter’s Little Liver Pills. Look for the name Carter’s Little Liver Pills on the red label. Resent a substitute. 25¢ at drug stores. ©1931 C. M. Go. DARNIT WHY NOT? HE SOLD MY MAMA A DOZEN EGGS AND THEY WERE ALL BAD YOUR MOTHER OUGHT TO BE LIKEWIFE IN WHAT WAY? WHY NOBODY CAN FOOL MY WIFE Slot Ordered from County Vendors are State Follow-Complaints slug user got no gasoline at all for his half dollar. "These machines were never offered for inspection and approval to this department." Casey added, "and on account of the numerous complaints from the public, all these machines were placed under condemnation and ordered eliminated from the field, as gasoline in California may only legally be dispensed through a measuring device and at all times by an operator of such measuring device." March Gasoline Tax Brings in 4 Million Exceeding the figure for any month of 1933, March gasoline taxes reached a total of $4,048,511.61, according to an announcement made by Richard E. Collins of Redding, chairman of the state board of equalization. This marks an increase over the tax for the same month of last year amounting to $794,-594.33, or a gain of 24.4 per cent. 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. uneral 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 Evening Sunday by Appointment DR. OSHER PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Dentist—Painless Extraction. Oculist—Glasses Fitted. 107½ E. Center St., Anaheim, Calif. Office Phone 3218 Residence 887 South Los Angeles St. Residence Phone 2610 Hours: 11-12; 2-4; 7-8 FUNERAL DIRECTORS H. P. CAMPBELL, Resident Director 251 No. Lemon St., Anaheim, Calif. Telephone 4105 Deluxe Ambulance Service HILGENFELD'S FUNERAL HOME South Lemon at Broadway ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA Office Phone 3218 Residence 887 South Los Angeles St. Residence Phone 2610 Hours: 11-12; 2-4; 7-8 J. W. Truxaw, M. D. Golden State Bank Bldg. Center and Los Angeles Streets ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA Sh and Doors Nagel-Gohres & Co. 419 S. Lemon St., Anaheim 2403 ANAHEIM FEED AND FUEL CO. Dealers in GRAIN FLOUR SEEDS WOOD COAL HAY Phone 3210 W. D. GRAFTON, Prop. Public Weighing Scales THE FIRST THING WE STUMBLE ACROSS TODAY IS THIS—APPROXIMATELY 2,000 CAR LOADS OF POTATOES ARE USED EACH DAY IN THE UNITED STATES... THE FIRST THING WE STUMBLE ACROSS TODAY IS THIS—APPROXIMATELY 2,000 CAR LOADS OF POTATOES ARE USED EACH DAY IN THE UNITED STATES. INDIANA, ILLINOIS, OHIO, MISSOURI & KANSAS HAVE A GROWING SEASON OF FROM 150 TO 180 DAYS. IN THE NEW ENGLAND STATES THE SEASON IS FROM 120 TO 160 DAYS LONG... 7,000,000 DOGS IN THE UNITED STATES NOW LET'S HOP OVER TO SOME OF OUR WESTERN STATES AND PKK UP A FACT OR TWO WILD HORSES ARE STILL TO BE FOUND, NOTABLY IN COLORADO, NEVADA, OREGON, IDAHO, N.MEXICO & ARIZONA WHY NOBODY CAN FOOL MY WIFE HOW DID YOU HAPPEN TO MARRY HER? C. MSM