anaheim-gazette 1934-05-17

Anaheim, Calif., May 17, 1934 The Dollar Bride by Mary Imlay Taylor EIGHTEENTH 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 Virginia," he said solemnly, "We love you and we know it isn't true. him, and he was ogling them and laughing foolishly. His face was sickly and pale, and the long lock of his hair hung down between the glassy eyes. "Hello, Mandy!" he said, still thickly, "hello! Where didh you get two heads? Haven't any business to have two heads, musn't get drunk—they'll arres' you! Man on th' car had two heads, didn't know where he'd got 'em either—must have been drunk—thass awf'!!" But poor Mrs. Gordon was wringing her hands. "He's crazy!" she sobbed. "Mandy, he's crazy — they've worked my boy to death in New York." Amanda said nothing; she seized Roddy suddenly by the arm and propelled him toward the lounge. "Yo-'all lie down," she said soothingly, "yo' lie rich' down, honey, Mandy'll git yo' a cup of coffee, yesuh, yo' lie down." Roddy yielded to her propelling touch partly because he could not keep his feet. He dropped violently upon the lounge, rolled over and lay face downward. His mother caught hold of Amanda with shaking hands. "Don't trust to the telephone," she She courtesied, folding her apron. "Mie' Gordy yo-'all, suh. She sez My gone plumb crazy, 'ye wants yo' ter come quar Richard frowned. Gordon? What do you da?" Amanda edged closer apron demurely; then sideways and gave him one man of the world t "He ain't crazy, no drunk, but his ma's ta pa ain't home—I reckon anyways, Mist' Gordon stand no foolin', no sub Roddy drunk! Rich remember that the boy the falling of drink. A drunkard. Unconscious it penetrated even the reserve. "You go ahead, Amanda he said, as they left gether. Mrs. Gordon had been beside him, but she st feet as Morgan entered Richard took her she both his. "Don't be said gently. "Ain't frightened," thickly, "dry—thass it, an she's got water—wag to sing, rocking to Mrs. Gordon toore Richard's and covered bing, 'My boy's crazy,' whisper. "I can't bear Richard drew her gen hall. "He's not crazy, Mrs. said kindly, "someone some kind of strong gone to his head, that's She gazed at him ho lous. "My boy never dr I know it—that's w him so badly. He'll get worry." Richard was She turned very white 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 Virginia," he said solemnly, "we love you and we know it isn't true. But there's a story about you; to fight it, to put it down, we've got to know the whole truth. Will you trust an old man? Will you tell me?" Nancy seemed to grow limp. "What is the story, major?" she asked. He told her. "I'm an old man, child, forgive me—Angle wouldn't repeat it. I had to. You've got to tell me the truth so I can put it down." She opened her lips with an effort. "I can't!" she said in a emothered voice. The old man stood staring in grave surprise. "I can't say anything," she said brokenly. "I—a woman can't save herself—I can't tell you, major—I can't!" "Then Morgan must!" said the major. "Oh, no, no! Not that — never that!" she wailed, clinging to his arm, "promise me—never that!" She had only one horrible thought. Richard had cast her out and left her to this! She would not appeal to him again. Major Lomax drew her hand through his arm; he said nothing more. He led her, against her will, up to his own house and opened the door. "Angie!" he shouted, "Angle—Nancy is here to see you—keep her all night. I'll phone her mother." But before his telephone message reached the Gordons something had happened there which wiped out its significance. Mr. Gordon was away; he had gone to Richmond on business for the bank, and would scarcely be back for two days. Nancy had been absent since luncheon time. Only Mrs. Gordon and Amanda were at home. Mrs. Gordon was busy. She was startled by Amanda's voice at the door. "Mis' Gordon!" she called excitedly, "Mis' Gordon, heah come Mist' Roddy, yes m'm, she's yo'se born—Mist' Roddy hisse'f!" With a little cry of rapture, Mrs. Gordon ran to the door. "Roddy!" He stared at her, his arms hanging pelled him toward the lounge. "Yo-'all lie down," she said soothingly, "yo'lie righ' down, honey, Mandy'll git yo' a cup of coffee, yessuh, yo' lie down." Roddy yielded to her propelling touch partly because he could not keep his feet. He dropped violently upon the lounge, rolled over and lay face downward. His mother caught hold of Amanda with shaking hands. "Don't trust to the telephone," she sobbed. "I can't talk over it now myself—you run to Dr. Morgan, Mandy. run! Tell him what's happened. Tell him my poor boy's lost his mind. Bring him, don't let him wait — it'll be his office-hours—it doesn't matter—bring him quick—quick!" Amanda, running across the gardens with her apron over her head, gave way once to laughter, and once she knuckled tears from her eyes. "Fo' de Lawd, his mother ain't gwinter believe it—if de doctah tells her!" "I can't say anything," she said Nbrokenly—"I can't tell you major." Then she saw Mammy Polk sweeping the back porch and slowed to a walk. "I ain't gwinter let on ter dat ole imp ob Satan!" she mumbled to herself, "she's too big fish nigger anyways—I reckon my folks' a heap betah den hern. Mis' Polk," she said aloud, with dignity, "where's de doctah at?" whisper, "I can't bear it." Richard drew her genial hall. "He's not crazy, Mrs.'s said kindly, 'someone some kind of strong gone to his head, that's.' She gazed at him loungous. 'My boy never drank.' I know it—that's why him so badly. He'll get worry." Richard was sad. She turned very white she gasped in a frighten "Mrs. Gordon, I'm golf home. My car's outside I'll get it. Nobody needs your husband. He'll be morrow." Without another word out. But when he drove to the Gordon's back whose condition seemed all the time, had to be Richard and Amanda my. Richard drove the car his garage. By that time sagged over and gone he ard called to his man. "Sam! Here—you go Mammy Polk she can win tonight. Send her pack come back here and her boy into the house and and Sam went and, half Roddy Gordon was asked next to Richard's. He first, but toward midnight violently ill and Richard battle with a touch of pain." Must have been soaked got some wood alcohol thought, sitting up. At two o'clock in the day was really very ill; Richard's time and ski tide in his favor. It was five o'clock in day. Richard went down made some strong coffee went back to his patio awake and terribly sobed down the hot coffee and kill himself. How did I get here blankly. Richard told him, feel "You're better. Keep on No one knows but your." My mother?" Roddy lying his face to the wall. Richard quieted him almost all his power and an older man to keep him old Sam called him frost "Somebody down health ard!" In the hall stood Na She was startled by Amanda's voice at the door. "Mis' Gordon!" she called excitedly, "Mis' Gordon, heah come Mist' Roddy, yes m'm, sho's yo'se born—Mist' Roddy hisse't!" With a little cry of rapture, Mrs. Gordon ran to the door. "Roddy!" He stared at her, his arms hanging limp, and when she embraced him he lurched away from her. "Where—whereh father?" he asked thickly. "He's in Richmond, dear," she caught at his arm, looking up into his face. "Why, Roddy, you're ill, your eyes are all bloodshot—take off your hat, dear!" He laughed foolishly, starting away from her again and catching at the door-post for support. "Whateh th' mattersh with my hat?" he demanded, taking it off and smiling at it idiotically, "nice old peach of a hat—" he spun it around on one finger, giggling suddenly. Then he began to sing loudly. "Where did you get that hatsh?" "Where did you get that hatsh?" "Roddy!" his mother gave a little cry of horror; she seized his arm and shook him. "Look at me, Roddy, don't you know me? It's mother!" Roddy looked at her, his eyes still vacant and watery. Then he laughed wildly, keeping his feet with a lurch, and chuckled her under the chin. "Th' owl ish a baker's daughter! '" he gurgled, reeled, lost his balance and sat down suddenly and heavily on the floor. Mrs. Gordon uttered a sharp cry of horror and dismay, and ran to the kitchen door. "Mandy!" she cried, "Mandy — come quick. I—I think Mr. Roddy's gone crazy." Amanda came, pulling down her sleeves. Roddy was still sitting on the floor, his feet spread out in front of Then she saw Mammy Polk sweeping the back porch and slowed to a walk. "I ain't gwinter let on ter dat ole imp ob Satan!" she mumbled to herself, "she's too big fish nigger anyways—I reckon my folks' a heap bettah den hern. Mis' Polk," she said aloud, with dignity, "where's de doc-tah at?" Richard had just dismissed a patient and was standing by his desk, looking tall and thin in his white office coat. He thought it was Mammy Polk and did not look up until Amanda coughed. For an instant he did not recognize her, and when he did, his face hardened in spite of himself. "What is it, Amanda?" DOROTHY DARNIT IF YOU LET ME HAVE THAT FOOT BALL, ILL SHOW YOU AN EASY WAY TO BLOW IT UP She courtesied, folding her hands into her apron. "Mie' Gordon sen' me fo' yo'-all, suh. She sez Mist' Roddy done gone plumb crazy, 'yessuh, an' she wants yo' ter come quick." Richard frowned. "Crazy? Rod Gordon? What do you mean, Amanda?" Amanda edged closer, pleating her apron demurely; then she looked up sideways and gave him a wink — as one man of the world to another. "He ain't crazy, no euh, he's Jes drunk, but his ma's takin' on an' his pa ain't home—I reckon it's Jes' as well anyways, Mist' Gordon ain't gwinter stand no foolin', no suh!" Roddy drunk! Richard could not remember that the boy had ever had the failing of drink. A thief and a drunkard. Unconsciously the shock of it penetrated even the iron of his reserve. "You go ahead, Amanda. I'll follow," he said, as they left the house together. Mrs. Gordon had been on her knees beside him, but she stumbled to her feet as Morgan entered. Richard took her shaking hands in both his. "Don't be frightened," he said gently. "Ain't frightened," said Roddy thickly, "dry—thass it, dry as dust—an she's got water—water" — he began to sing, rocking to and fro. Mrs. Gordon tore her hand out of Richard's and covered her face sobbing, "My boy's crazy," she said in a whisper, "I can't bear it — I can't!" Richard drew her gently out into the hall. "He's not crazy, Mrs. Gordon," he said kindly, "someone has given him some kind of strong drink—and it's gone to his head, that's all." She gazed at him horrified, incredulous. "My boy never drank!" "I know it—that's why it's affected him so badly. He'll get over it. Don't worry." Richard was sorry for her. She turned very white. "His father!" ASSESSMENT UPON SHAREHOLDERS NO. 10228. TREASURY DEPARTMENT OFFICE OF THE COMPTROLLER OF THE CURRENCY Washington, March 2, 1934. In the Matter of: ANAHEIM FIRST NATIONAL BANK, Anaheim, California. To All Whom It May Concern: WHEREAS, upon a proper accounting by the Receiver heretofore appointed to collect the assets of "ANAHEIM FIRST NATIONAL BANK," Anaheim, California, and upon a valuation of the uncollected assets remaining in his hands, it appears to my satisfaction that in order to pay the debts of such association it is necessary to enforce the individual liability of the stockholders therefore to the extent herein-after mentioned, as prescribed by Sections 5151 and 5234 of the Revised Statutes of the United States, Section 1e 156, Act of June 30, 1876, and Section 23, Act approved December 23, 1913, known as Federal Reserve Act; NOW, THEREFORE, By virtue of the authority vested in me by law, I do hereby make an assessment and requisition upon the shareholders of the said "ANAHEIM FIRST NATIONAL BANK" for SEVENTY-FIVE THOUSAND ($75,000.00) DOLLARS, to be paid by them on or before the ninth day of April, 1934, and I hereby make demand upon each and every one of them for the par value of each and every share of the capital stock of said association held or owned by them, respectively, at the time of its failure; and I hereby direct J. V. Hogan, the Receiver heretofore appointed, to take all necessary proceedings, by suit or otherwise, to enforce to that extent the said individual liability of the said shareholders. IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereto set my hand and caused my seal of office to be affixed to these presents, at the City of Washington, in the District of Columbia, this second day of March, A.D. 1934. (SEAL) J. F. T. O'CONNOR, Comptroller of the Currency. AMENDMENT TO ASSESSMENT UPON SHAREHOLDERS TREASURY DEPARTMENT OFFICE OF THE COMPTROLLER OF THE CURRENCY Washington, D. C., May 10, 1934. In the matter of: anaheim First National Bank, anaheim, California. "You are better. Keep quiet, old man, no one knows but your mother." Nancy's head went up; she thought he felt that they heaped their troubles on him—she and her brother. Richard opened the door and she went in. She heard him close it behind her and she seemed to hear, too, his footsteps going downstairs. They sounded heavy, final, like the footsteps of a man who had too much to do to bear other people's burdens! Then her eyes cleared of the mist in them and she saw Roddy, half dressed, sitting on the edge of his bed, reaching for one of his boots. "I don't want to make a mess here for Richard—he's been pretty white to me," he said bitterly. "I'm going out to kill myself." Nancy went over and sat down on the table. Richard told him, feeling his pulse. "You're better, Keep quiet, old man. No one knows but your mother." "My mother?" Roddy groaned turning his face to the wall. Richard quieted him. He was using almost all his power as a doctor and an older man to keep him quiet when old Sam called him from the stairs. "Somebody down heah, Mist' Richard!" In the hall stood Nancy. She was bareheaded and she still wore the frock in which she had gone to the Lomaxes. "Richard, where's Roddy? I must see my brother!" Then, as he hesitated, she broke out angrily. "IHe hasn't diphtheria! Mama told me — I must see him, I've got a right footsteps going downstairs. They sounded heavy, final, like the footsteps of a man who had too much to do to bear other people's burdens! Then her eyes cleared of the mist in them and she saw Roddy, half dressed, sitting on the edge of his bed, reaching for one of his boots. "I don't want to make a mess here for Richard—he's been pretty white to me," he said bitterly. "I'm going out to kill myself." Nancy went over and sat down on the edge of the bed beside him. "Rod," she said under her breath, with something like a gasp, "have you been doing it again?" He turned and looked at her, utterly uncomprehending. "What the deuce do you mean, Nance?" Continued Next Week MY DARNIT WHEREAS, under date of March 2, 1934, an assessment and requisition upon the share holders of "ANAHEIM FIRST NATIONAL BANK," Anaheim, California, for Seventy-five Thousand ($75,000.00) Dollars was levied, to be paid by them on or before the ninth day of April, 1934. NOW, THEREFORE, for satisfactory cause to me shown, said order of assessment is amended as to the time of payment of said assessment, and I do now hereby declare such assessment to be due and payable by said shareholders on or before the sixteenth day of June, 1934. IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand and caused my seal of office to be affixed to these presents, at the City of Washington, in the District of Columbia, this tenth day of May, A. D., 1934. (SEAL) J. F. T. O'CONNOR, Comptroller of the Currency. BUSINESS DIRECTORY Ambulance Service Day or Night—Phone 3209 Backs, Terry & Campbell H. P. CAMPBELL, Resident Director 251 No. Lemon Street ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA Phone 3212 Open Evenings Sunday by Appointment DR. OSHER PHYSICIAN & SURGEON Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Dentist—Painless Extration Oculist—Glasses Fitted 107½ E. Center Street ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA Office Phone 3213 Residence 887 South Los Angeles St Residence Phone 2610 Hours: — 11-12; 2-4; 7-8 J. W. 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