anaheim-gazette 1934-05-03

Anaheim, Calif., May 3, 1934 The Dollar Bride by Mary Imlay Taylor SIXTEENTH 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 counsel. 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 is frantic—she loves Page but refuses to go back on her bargain with Richard by divorcing him. Now Go On With the Story Nancy lifted the child gently on his pillow. "Now — quickly, don't let her help! She turned and walked slowly to the door. Then she heard the woman's voice, broken and husky. "Th' doctor's savin' him," she said. "He's like God, ain't he? Workin' ter save life an' gettin' no pay for it." Nancy made no answer. The woman had begun mechanically to feed the fire to keep hot water ready, and the girl helped her. "Have you had anything to eat?" "Me eat? Fer th' love o' Mike, how ever kin th' likes of me git time ter eat—an' him so sick!" "Oh!" Nancy found a little tea, half a loaf of dry bread, some sugar, and she managed to spread an old clean napkin on the end of the table. Then she sliced and tasted bread and made tea. In spite of herself, Nancy watched Richard covertly. In the stern conflict that he waged, she had no place at all! She felt suddenly insignificant. Her newspaper, grunted. "I've thought for some children didn't have come in when it rained. But all the same he long after he had drowned wife upstairs, he tramp the old room. He went to the winery open the shutters. It now and the rain-sweet sweet. A mackerel s golden scales all over Mr. Gordon stared down garden. The Japanese ging in the corner. He ly. He had heard his ears hinges. "The child's come home with sharp relief. But he opened the Roemer. The young was wet and muddy. did not see it. "Is Nancy here, Mr asked anxiously. "I believe I've ford house," replied Nancy. Page leaned against "Mr. Gordon, your down at the inn when yesterday afternoon, its height—no one knot can't find a trace of h." "When was it?" he did she leave? Page's answers were said that Helena Hadde band were both there. with him, lending her the search. "Go on, make what can," he said sharply the Lomaxes. I've got wife—then I'll look n't I've been there!" itself, then he looked "I went to Morgan's, out all night." Mr. Gordon said no the door in the young went upstairs. Nancy lifted the child gently on his pillow. "Now — quickly, don't be frightened, take off the old sheet and put on the clean one." Together they slipped the child into clean things, and Nancy sponged his hot little face with cold water. "Tony's more quiet see, the sponging did him good," she said gently, but her heart beat in her throat. The child seemed to be slowly choking to death. Richard, Richard! Her heart cried again desperately. It seemed impossible that she could need him so, but she did. At last she stopped and looked about her. It was better! The atmosphere had cleared, the floor was bare and clean, the bed absolutely white and fresh. She took hold of the sobbing woman and led her to the chair beside the bed. Nancy ran into the outer room and began to iron towels with feverish energy. Would Richard never come? Perhaps Henry had been thrown by Polestar, perhaps the roads were impassible—but, no, no! She would not believe it, he would come, he must come! Nancy laid the clean towels in a row beside the clean basin, ready for the hot water that was steaming in the kettle. Then she went to the bedside. The boy was very still, his glassy eyes stared and his parched lips were open. Was he breathing? He gasped and she drew a long sigh of relief. "Don't cry so!" she checked the poor mother pitifully. "Don't! He hears you. The doctor must get here soon now, he must!——" she ran to the window. Would Richard never come? Then, suddenly, she saw him, coming over the crest of the hill on foot. Of course! She ought to have known it; he couldn't drive his car past that telephone pole. How strong he looked, how cool. And this man was her husband! It seemed to her that she stopped breathing; then the child's gasps grew suddenly audible. She ran to the door and tore it open. "Oh, Richard, I'm afraid he's dyed very rage at his domination dwindled. She was spellbound; she had never noticed before how strong he was, how powerful and deft his hands in their dangerous office. Nancy put the kettle back and dropped down on the floor beside the old stove, furious. She had gone to this man and offered to marry him. After she had refused him, she had given herself to him legally. And tonight she had seen how great he could—and he had not even looked at her. Nancy could not stand it. She got up and went to the door and opened it. It was pitch black outside. She could not go; she wanted to go home—she was willing to wade through the night and the water, anything, to get away! But she could not; there was no light anywhere. She shut the door silently and turned back; she did not want to see him again, but she could not help it. He had his watch in his hand and was counting the child's pulse. It did not matter to him whether she went or stayed—so long as she did not obstruct him in his work. The strain on her mind gave way suddenly; she felt if she had fallen through space; she "Where's the patient?" we asked brieily. And You'll Jump in the Morning Would Richard never come? Then, suddenly, she saw him, coming over the crest of the hill on foot. Of course! She ought to have known it; he couldn't drive his car past that telephone pole. How strong he looked, how cool. And this man was her husband! It seemed to her that she stopped breathing; then the child's gasps grew suddenly audible. She ran to the door and tore it open. "Oh, Richard, I'm afraid he's dying!" she whispered, holding the door open. He came in and shut the door with his shoulder. "Where's the patient?" he asked briefly. "In there!" she pointed to the inner room, a catch in her throat. He did not notice it. His eyes went to the other room. His glance swept over the preparations with something like a flash of surprise but he said nothing. She saw him put the frantic mother gently aside and bend over the child. Deftly, silently, swiftly, he made his examination, raised up, and turned to face them. Nancy was trying to coax the frantic woman away, but she broke out in a hoarse whisper: "Be he dyin', doctor?" "No! Be quiet, please. Leave the room. I must be alone, I've got work to do." Mrs. Kinney dropped into a chair and Nancy ran back. "Here are towels, and I've got plenty of hot water. I can help you?" He turned from his open surgical case and there was no response in his face at all. "No! You ought to be at home. This is diphtheria. I'm going to put a pipe in his throat—leave me, please!" "Oh, poor child; Richard, she can't help, you need help. Let me help you." "No!" he motioned to the door, impatience in his gesture. "Leave the room, please!" He did not want her. He would not go; she wanted to go home—she was willing to wade through the night and the water, anything, to get away! But she could not; there was no light anywhere. She shut the door silently and turned back; she did not want to see him again, but she could not help it. He had his watch in his hand and was counting the child's pulse. It did not matter to him whether she went or stayed—so long as she did not obstruct him in his work. The strain on her mind gave way suddenly; she felt as if she had fallen through space; she did not matter at all! She sat down, huddled, on the window sill and stared out at the night. Mr. Gordon, scorning to admit anxiety, sat up late, waiting for Nancy. Before the storm reached its height, Mrs. Gordon had phoned to Angie Fuller to know if Nancy had been there. Angie's reply that she had left before the rain began, worried the poor woman. Mr. Gordon, pretending to read his DOROTHY DARNIT HELLO DOROTHY! IS YOUR SISTER HOME? I'll have to ask her first newspaper, grunted. "I've thought for some time that my children didn't have sense enough to come in when it rained!" he growled. But all the same he sat up himself. Long after he had driven his worried wife upstairs, he tramped up and down the old room. He went to the windows and threw open the shutters. It was morning now and the rain-swept earth smelled sweet. A mackerel sky showed its golden scales all over the rosy east. Mr. Gordon stared down into his own garden. The Japanese quince was sagging in the corner. He started violently. He had heard his old gate creak on its hinges. "The child's come home!" he thought with sharp relief. But he opened the door to Page Roemer. The young man's clothing was wet and muddy, but Mr. Gordon did not see it. "Is Nancy here, Mr. Gordon?" Page asked anxiously. "I believe I've forbidden you the house," replied Nancy's father. Page leaned against the doorpost. "Mr. Gordon, your daughter was down at the inn when the storm broke yesterday afternoon. She went out at its height—no one knows where. We can't find a trace of her!" "When was it?" he asked, "and why did she leave?" Page's answers were vague, but he said that Helena Haddon and her husband were both there. Helena had been with him, lending her car to help in the search. "Go on, make what inquiries you can." he said sharply to Page. "Try the Lomaxes, I've got to speak to my wife—then I'll look myself." "I've been there!" Page's face set itself, then he looked at Mr. Gordon. "I went to Morgan's, but he's out, been out all night." Mr. Gordon said nothing. He shut the door in the young man's face and went upstairs. star's condition—discovered late the night before—had been explained just before she left the house. Henry had confessed to Kingdon Haddon. He had also told where Morgan went. Amanda came to the door, "Mist! Page Roemer's outside, m'm. He'd like ter see Mis' Haddon." Helena leaned over and deliberately kissed Mrs. Gordon. "He's going with me. We'll find her. Don't be frightened," she said. "I know where she is, dear boy," she said softly to Page. "I've just found out—we'll go and get her. She can't walk home through this mire." Page knew nothing and divined nothing beyond his own mad anxiety. He knew that the mad infatuation of his own passion, his blind belief in Nancy's love for him, had led to this. Nancy New Flexible Rules In National Forests Secretary of Agriculture Wallace announced two new regulations recently for the control of hunting and fishing in the national forests. Under these regulations it will be possible to extend or to shorten hunting and fishing seasons in the national forests with a view to managing the wild life resources of these federal properties to conserve both the timber and soils of the forests and the animals, birds and fish. "Regulation G-20 A is designed to provide such wild life management on national forest areas or streams as will secure adequate protection development, and utilization of all resources. It is hoped it will promote closer cooperation and aid in the application of practical plans which have been developed by the forest service and cooperating agencies. It will be applied only where cooperative efforts have proved inadequate," said F. A. Silcox, chief forester. NOTICE INVITING SEALED PROPOSALS FOR ADVERTISING 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 eight o'clock P.M. of Tuesday, the 8th day of May, 1934, for furnishing of all advertising for the City of Anaheim for the year commencing May 24, 1934, and ending May 24, 1935, all of said publishing to be done in conformity with the specifications for advertising, which specifications are marked Mr. Gordon, scorning to admit anxiety, sat up late waiting for Nancy. had gone out into the storm to escape him. He hated Morgan again, hated him with all his soul, because Morgan had done what he could not do. But he followed Helena into her car. If she knew where Nancy was he would find her and—if he found her—the would make her forgive him. Nancy was drying her shoes by the fire when the big car—failing to cross the stream—stopped nearly a quarter of a mile away and Page and Helena took to the path over the hill. Richard was still with the child, but the crisis had passed in the night and his poor mother, in the collapse of relief, was lying asleep on the floor. Nancy, shut out of the sleek-room, was trying to get ready to walk home. She was putting on the wrecks of her shoes when there came a knock at the door. Richard himself came to answer it. He was still in his shirt sleeves. He had stripped off his collar and the strong cords in his throat showed like the scrolled muscles of an athlete. The next moment the door opened and the broad sunshine showed her Helena and Page Roemer. Helena caught at Richard's arm. "Richard!" she cried anxiously, "you're killing yourself! It's not right—we can't let you do it—you're too valuable!" Continued Next Week PLACENTIA GETS GAS TAX State Director of Public Works Earl Lee Kelley Saturday announced that Placentia has been granted a biennial share in the state gasoline tax fund. The city this year will receive $1,291.44. Wake Up Your Liver Bile Without Calomel If this bile is not flowing freely, your food doesn't digest. It just decays in the bowels. Gas bloats up your stomach. You 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 eight o'clock P.M. of Tuesday, the 8th day of May, 1934, for furnishing of all advertising for the City of Anaheim for the year commencing May 24, 1934, and ending May 24, 1935, all of said publishing to be done in conformity with the specifications for advertising, which specifications are marked and designated "Specifications for Printing and Advertising of the City of Anaheim, Series of 1935" on file in the office of the City Clerk, such proposals to be received as follows: First: for all advertising to be done by said city, required by law to be published in a daily newspaper published within said city; Second: for all advertising not required by law to be published in a daily newspaper; Third: for all advertising not required by law to be printed in a daily newspaper, but required by law to be printed each issue for a definite period of time. Bidders shall state in their proposals whether or not such proposals are based upon an estimate for publication of advertising in a daily or weekly newspaper, and shall designate therein the name and address of such newspaper. Each proposal must be accompanied by a certified or cashier's check drawn on a bank within the State of California in a sum not less than Fifty. 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 head aches 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. Co. ARNIT LO DOROTHY! YOUR SISTER ME? I'll HAVE TO ASK HER FIRST MY SALARY WAS RAISED TO NINETY DOLLARS A WEEK, SO I'M GOING TO PROPOSE TO YOUR SISTER TO NIGHT NOTHING COULD BE SWEETER! DO YOU THINK SHE COULD GET ALONG ON MY SALARY? OH! I GUEED SHE COULD LE Rules National Forests culture Wallace an regulations recently hunting and fishing forests. Under these are possible to extend and fishing sea forests with the wild life reforestation properties to timber and soils of animals, birds and A is designed to life management on or streams as will protection development of all resources. promote closer co in the application of which have been de rest service and co It will be applied native efforts have said F. A. Silcox. TING SEALED MALS FOR ACTISING REBY GIVEN that will be received by of the City of Anaheim of the City Clerk weight o'clock P. M. 5th day of May, king of all advertisement Anaheim for the May 24, 1934, and 35, all of said pub ne in conformity for advertisitions are marked ($50.00) Dollars, payable to the City of Anaheim, the same to become the property of the City of Anaheim if, within ten (10) days after the award of the contract to him, the successful bidder shall fail to enter into a written agreement with said city to furnish said advertising in conformity to said specifications. The City Council reserves the right to reject any or all proposals, or any part of any proposal, and may accept proposals separately for advertising required by law to be published in a daily newspaper, for advertising not required by law to be printed in a daily newspaper, but required by law to be printed each issue for a definite period of time. BY ORDER OF THE CITY COUNCIL OF THE CITY OF ANAHEIM. Dated this 24th day of April, 1934. CHARLES E. GRIFFITH, City Clerk of the City of Anaheim. 4-26—5-3 A.B.C. BUSINESS DIRECTORY For Quick Reference Lock Under Alphabetical Classification of Business or Profession You Are Seeking You'll Find This Anaheim Gazette Business Directory Reliable Convenient and Profitable. USE IT. General Directors Physicians & Surgeons Backs, Terry & Campbell GENERAL DIRECTORS H. F. CAMPBELL, Resident Director Telephone: 1105 Open Evenings Sunday by Appointment DR. OSHER PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Dentist-Painless Intervention On-Site Classes Office Phone: 3218 Residence: N.S. South Los Angeles St. Residence Phone: 2610 Hours: 11-12; 2-4; 7-8 REBY GIVEN that will be received by the City of Anaheim of the City Clerk weight o'clock P.M. 5th day of May, and all advertisements of Anaheim for the May 24, 1934, and 1935, all of said publie in conformity to advertisitions are marked "Specifications for Advertising of the Series of 1933" on the City Clerk, to be received as advertising to be required by law a daily newspaper said city; advertising not to be published in a state in their pro- or not such pro- upon an estimate of advertising in a newspaper, and shall the name and newspaper. Each accompanied by a seller's check drawn at the State of Cali- not less than Fifty ANAHEIM FEED AND FUEL CO. Dealers in Phone 3210 GRAIN FLOUR SEEDS WOOD COAL HAY W. D. GRAFTON. Prop Public Weighing Scales ON AN AVERAGE THERE ARE 3½ POUNDS OF SALTY MATERIAL TO EVERY 100 POUNDS OF SEAWATER... IN 1921 IT WAS DETERMINED THAT COTTON IS MOST WIDELY USED FOR CLOTHING--ABOUT 90% OF THE WORLD'S CLOTHING BEING MADE OF COTTON MATERIALS.... WE HAVE COVERED MANY MILES IN THIS ROCKET-PLANE, NOW LET'S LEARN SOME-THING ABOUT ABEES TRAVELS ON AN AVERAGE THERE ARE 3½ POUNDS OF SALTY MATERIAL TO EVERY 100 POUNDS OF SEAWATER. IN 1921 IT WAS DETERMINED THAT COTTON IS MOST WIDELY USED FOR CLOTHING-ABOUT 90% OF THE WORLD'S CLOTHING BEING MADE OF COTTON MATERIALS. WE HAVE COVERED MANY MILES IN THIS ROCKET-PLANE. NOW LET'S LEARN SOME-THING ABOUT A BEE'S TRAVELS. IT HAS BEEN ESTIMATED THAT A BEE TRAVELS 43,776 MILES TO GATHER ONE POUND OF HONEY. Charles McManus DO YOU THINK SHE COULD GET ALONG ON MY SALARY? OH! I GUESS SHE COULD, BUT- HOW WOULD YOU GET ALONG?