anaheim-gazette 1934-05-24

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 elopera, 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 NINETEENTH INSTALLMENT Her lips were dry, "Stealing?" "Not!" he snapped, then his hands not face it. Mr. Gordon's face worked. "Give him another chance, Papa! Poor Rod." Mr. Gordon passed his other hand over his face, then let it fall heavily on his daughter's shoulder. "My poor girl! You ruined your life for that—that young scalawag!" She did not trust herself to look up. "Nancy Virginia," her father said at last, slowly. "I won't have this secret kept any longer—you've got to get a divorce. I'll — make that fellow give it to you." Nancy rose slowly to her feet. "He says I can have it,' she told him, moving away from him. 'He doesn't want me, that's all,' she added with a little gasp. She ran upstairs and shut herself in her own room. Dropping on the edge of the bed, she stared out of the window with unseeing eyes. In her pocket was a letter from Page Roemer; in it he sued for forgiveness—pleading his love. "Forgive me, trust me. I only want to serve you." Nancy tore it in little pieces, just as Page Roemer had torn her love for him in little pieces and trampled it in NINETEENTH INSTALLMENT Her lips were dry, "Stealing?" "No!" he snapped, then his hands clenched on the edge of the bed and he choked back a sob. "She took that money — the money I stole to save her old father from jail—and bought a trousseau — and — got married — and went to Europe!" He staggered to his feet, shaking his fist at space. "Went to Europe!" he shouted, "her old father was all a blooming lie—she went to Europe with the man she'd been engaged to for two years!" Nancy, sitting alone on the edge of the bed now, gasped with relief. "I'm so glad," she cried, "so glad!" Roddy stopped in his furious outburst to glare at her. "Money! She wanted money——" he raved, "a woman who uses a man's love for her — to get money——" he stopped, choking, "there's nothing bad enough for a woman like that!" he cried, "nothing!" "I've got nothing to live for," Roddy went on, "the world's rotten—I'm twenty-three and I've drained life to to the dregs! I've thrown up my job, sis, I couldn't face it any longer—I'd lied enough for her. I resigned." "Rod, you didn't—you didn't owe anything, did you?" "No! Not a dam' cent—what do I want with money? The whole world's like a rotten apple, the inside's ready to come out! I went on a spree, Nance, the biggest spree I ever had in my life. I drank up all I had. I——" he sank down in a chair opposite and rested his head on his clenched fists—"I'm a darned loafer. I ought to be shot. I've disgraced you all, I've stolen. I'm out of work. Why don't you shoot me, Nance?" His sister did not answer him; she was choked with her own misery. It had been no use, no use in the world; she had not saved Roddy, she had only made him worse! "Oh, Roddy!" she gasped, "oh, Roddy, I wish I were dead!" Roddy stared at her, his jaw dropping; suddenly the selfishness of his own anguish was penetrated. Nancy's forlorn cry went to his heart. "Nancy, I'm a rotter!" he groaned, "I'm no good on earth!" He ran upstairs and shut herself in her own room. Dropping on the edge of the bed, she stared out of the window with unseeing eyes. In her pocket was a letter from Page Roemer; in it he sued for forgiveness—pleading his love. "Forgive me, trust me. I only want to serve you." Nancy tore it in little pieces, just as Page Roemer had torn her love for him in little pieces and trampled it in the mire—when he asked her to run away with him. Roddy, trampling in the wet meadow grass, had gotten to the bottom of his misery. "Pretty white to treat a poor devil like me so well!" he mused bitterly, with that rush of friendship for Richard that comes to a man at the end of his tether. No one had told him that he owed his freedom to Richard. Roddy, in the rush of his friendship and gratitude to Richard, did not know how much he owed. He was trampling up and down the river meadow in the dusk when he came suddenly upon old Major Lomax. "Eh, there!" he shouted. Roddy stumbled. He knew the voice and it brought a rush of memory. "It'S Rod Gordon, Major," he said in a choked voice. The old man set down his lantern and held out his hand. "Come and shake hands then, sir," he said sharply, "drat it. I thought I'd caught my chicken thief!" Red in the face, Roddy came up and shook hands. The old man swung the lantern in his face. "Been drinking?" he asked grimly. "You look fishy, but come in—Angle hears your voice." Roddy wanted to escape. Then he looked up and saw the girl in the lighted doorway. Before he knew it, he was holding her soft cool hands in his. "Come in, come in," said the major testily. "I'm playing chess tonight with Haddon, but you and Angle can talk if you've a mind to." The major, hanging his lantern on a hook by the door, surveyed him. "Beaver says you've given up," he remarked sharply, "going to turn into a foot-pad, young man, or a toe-dancer—which?" "Uncle Robert!" gasped Angie. Roddy swallowed hard. "I'm going to work here," he answered thickly. "I'm looking for a job near home this time—I'm done with New York." "New York's done with you," corrected the major grimly. "I'll give you me, that's all," she added with a little gasp. She ran upstairs and shut herself in her own room. Dropping on the edge of the bed, she stared out of the window with unseeing eyes. In her pocket was a letter from Page Roemer; in it he sued for forgiveness—pleading his love. "Forgive me, trust me. I only want to serve you." Nancy tore it in little pieces, just as Page Roemer had torn her love for him in little pieces and trampled it in the mire—when he asked her to run away with him. Roddy, trampling in the wet meadow grass, had gotten to the bottom of his misery. "Pretty white to treat a poor devil like me so well!" he mused bitterly, with that rush of friendship for Richard that comes to a man at the end of his tether. No one had told him that he owed his freedom to Richard. Roddy, in the rush of his friendship and gratitude to Richard, did not know how much he owed. He was trampling up and down the river meadow in the dusk when he came suddenly upon old Major Lomax. "Eh, there!" he shouted. Roddy stumbled. He knew the voice and it brought a rush of memory. "It'S Rod Gordon, Major," he said in a choked voice. The old man set down his lantern and held out his hand. "Come and shake hands then, sir," he said sharply, "drat it. I thought I'd caught my chicken thief!" Red in the face, Roddy came up and shook hands. The old man swung the lantern in his face. "Been drinking?" he asked grimly. "You look fishy, but come in—Angle hears your voice." Roddy wanted to escape. Then he looked up and saw the girl in the lighted doorway. Before he knew it, he was holding her soft cool hands in his. "Come in, come in," said the major testily. "I'm playing chess tonight with Haddon, but you and Angle can talk if you've a mind to." The major, hanging his lantern on a hook by the door, surveyed him. "Beaver says you've given up," he remarked sharply, "going to turn into a foot-pad, young man, or a toe-dancer—which?" "Uncle Robert!" gasped Angie. Roddy swallowed hard. "I'm going to work here," he answered thickly. "I'm looking for a job near home this time—I'm done with New York." "New York's done with you," corrected the major grimly. "I'll give you me, that's all," she added with a little gasp. She ran upstairs and shut herself in her own room. Dropping on the edge of the bed, she stared out of the window with unseeing eyes. In her pocket was a letter from Page Roemer; in it he sued for forgiveness—pleading his love. "Forgive me, trust me. I only want to serve you." Nancy tore it in little pieces, just as Page Roemer had torn her love for him in little pieces and trampled it in the mire—when he asked her to run away with him. Roddy, trampling in the wet meadow grass, had gotten to the bottom of his misery. "Pretty white to treat a poor devil like me so well!" he mused bitterly, with that rush of friendship for Richard that comes to a man at the end of his tether. No one had told him that he owed his freedom to Richard. Roddy, in the rush of his friendship and gratitude to Richard, did not know how much he owed. He was trampling up and down the river meadow in the dusk when he came suddenly upon old Major Lomax. "Eh, there!" he shouted. Roddy stumbled. He knew the voice and it brought a rush of memory. "It'S Rod Gordon, Major," he said in a choked voice. The old man set down his lantern and held out his hand. "Come and shake hands then, sir," he said sharply, "drat it. I thought I'd caught my chicken thief!" Red in the face, Roddy came up and shook hands. The old man swung the lantern in his face. "Been drinking?" he asked grimly. "You look fishy, but come in—Angle hears your voice." Roddy wanted to escape. Then he looked up and saw the girl in the lighted doorway. Before he knew it, he was holding her soft cool hands in his. "Come in, come in," said the major testily. "I'm playing chess tonight with Haddon, but you and Angle can talk if you've a mind to." The major, hanging his lantern on a hook by the door, surveyed him. "Beaver says you've given up," he remarked sharply, "going to turn into a foot-pad, young man, or a toe-dancer—which?" "Uncle Robert!" gasped Angie. Roddy swallowed hard. "I'm going to work here," he answered thickly. "I'm looking for a job near home this time—I'm done with New York." "New York's done with you," corrected the major grimly. "I'll give you me, that's all," she added with a little gasp. She ran upstairs and shut herself in her own room. Dropping on the edge of the bed, she stared out of the window with unseeing eyes. In her pocket was a letter from Page Roemer; in it he sued for forgiveness—pleading his love. "Forgive me, trust me. I only want to serve you." Nancy tore it in little pieces, just as Page Roemer had torn her love for him in little pieces and trampled it in the mire—when he asked her to run away with him. Roddy, trampling in the wet meadow grass, had gotten to the bottom of his misery. "Pretty white to treat a poor devil like me so well!" he mused bitterly, with that rush of friendship for Richard that comes to a man at the end of his tether. No one had told him that he owed his freedom to Richard. Roddy, in the rush of his friendship and gratitude to Richard, did not know how much he owed. He was trampling up and down the river meadow in the dusk when he came suddenly upon old Major Lomax. "Eh, there!" he shouted. Roddy stumbled. He knew the voice and it brought a rush of memory. "It'S Rod Gordon, Major," he said in a choked voice. The old man set down his lantern and held out his hand. "Come and shake hands then, sir," he said sharply, "drat it. I thought I'd caught my chicken thief!" Red in the face, Roddy came up and shook hands. The old man swung the lantern in his face. "Been drinking?" he asked grimly. "You look fishy, but come in—Angle hears your voice." Roddy wanted to escape. Then he looked up and saw the girl in the lighted doorway. Before他 knew it，he was holding her soft cool hands in his. "Come in，come in，” said the major testily.“I'm playing chess tonight with Haddon，但你和 Angle can talk if you've a mind to.” The major，hanging his lantern on a hook by the door，surveyed him.“Beaver says you've given up，”he remarked sharply，“going to turn into a foot-pad，young man，或a toe-dancer—which?” "Uncle Robert!” gasped Angie. Roddy swallowed hard.“I'm going to work here，”he answered thickly.“I'm looking for a job near home this time—I'm done with New York.” "New York's done with you，”corrected the major grimly.“I'll give you me，that's all，”she added with a little gasp. She ran upstairs and shut herself in her own room. Dropping on the edge of the bed，she stared out of the window with unseeing eyes. In her pocket was a letter from Page Roemer; in it he sued for forgiveness—pleading his love. "Forgive me，trust me.I only want to serve you." Nancy tore it in little pieces，just as Page Roemer had torn her love for him in little pieces and trampled it in the mire—when he asked her to run away with him. Roddy，trampling in the wet meadow grass，had gotten to the bottom of his misery.“Pretty white to treat a poor devil like me so well！”he mused bitterly，with that rush of friendship for Richard that comes to a man at the end of his tether.No one had told him that he owed his freedom to Richard. 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It had been no use, no use in the world; she had not saved Roddy, she had only made him worse! "Oh, Roddy!" she gasped, "oh, Roddy, I wish I were dead!" Roddy stared at her, his jaw dropping; suddenly the selfishness of his own anguish was penetrated. Nancy's forlorn cry went to his heart. "Nancy, I'm a rotter!" he groaned, "I'm no good on earth!" "Neither am I!" Nancy's voice was smothered, "I'm—I'm just as bad! It's my fault — I — I've made everything worse! — I—it's all gone for nothing!" she cried. "It hasn't—listen!" he came over shaking her, "it hasn't gone for nothing—if you mean that confounded money? I paid it all in—they never said a word about it; I've thought sometimes, that old Beaver knew—but he's only watched me, that's all. And now—well, they don't need to worry about me any more—I quit." "Roddy, we thought you'd try to make good!" He crimsoned with shame. It seemed to take the high tragedy out of it. Nancy, watching him, saw how he felt. She got up slowly from her seat on his bed and went to him. "Come home soon, Roddy," she whispered, "please come home — we all love you—all of us! Don't hurt us any more!" Nancy shut the door softly and went downstairs. Richard was standing with his back to his own door when she came down. "Thank you for Roddy," she said with stiff lips, "please send him home." "Nancy," said Richard hoarsely, "you're unhappy, I see it. I won't hold you against your will. You can get a divorce. I—you want it, don't you?" She turned her face away, refusing to look at him. "The sooner the better!" she cried, and ran past him out of the house. The task of telling Mr. Gordon about Roddy fell to Nancy; her mother would The major, hanging his lantern on a hook by the door, surveyed him. "Beaver says you've given up." he remarked sharply, "going to turn into a foot-pad, young man, or a toe-dancer—which?" "Uncle Robert!" gasped Angie. Roddy swallowed hard. "I'm going to work here," he answered thickly, "I'm looking for a job near home this time—I'm done with New York." "New York's done with you," corrected the major grimly. "I'll give you a job," he said flatly, "got one in the insurance office now—twenty dollars a week to start—and no fooling. Take it Rod?" Roddy gasped. "I'd — I'd like to think about it, sir." The major laughed shortly. Then he heard their maid-of-all-work admitting a visitor. "There's Haddon! Did you set out the chess table, Angie? All right then, you take this young firebrand in hand and talk sense to him." He started down the hall to meet Haddon, but threw a word back over his shoulder, "Better take it Rod, unless—you want to jockey for Polestar." Roddy said nothing. "Won't you sit down, Rod?" He swung around and found her, sitting in her corner, just as she used to sit. Angle, I'm not fit to lace your boots!" he cried impetuously. She was startled. "I'm so sorry uncle was rude——" she faltered, "please don't mind it, Roddy. He means to be kind." No one could be dreadful enough to me." said Roddy flinging himself on a low stool at her feet. She was shocked, but her heart began to beat in her throat. He was always impetuous. He had come back to tell her—he was sorry then! "I've done awful things," he went on, in a passion of self abnegation, "do you remember—when I was here last? I didn't come to see you." "Yes, I know. I saw you go by—I He turned crimson on the tenderest spot at the trust company, be in jail," he went out in a molten stove regret and repent helped me. Nancy bended and kept me out of jail. I'm a lout—I let her. Angie's quick gasp was too much wrap to perceive that he—a mystery. Richard Nancy have gone to"I—I'm so glad y jail!" she gasped, you ought to have gone pay for what we do. He caught her feverishly; he had fled of the sex. "You don't despise asked huskily. She shook her head easily without warning, tears. Her tears mea a rush of self pity and for him. "Oh, Roddy!" sighedingly, and before she singers touched his bony fondness. "Oh, Rod woman, you said——" "I hate her!" he cried fool, Angie. She fooled for help for her touching story—and turn it, I—thought Then I found out he blazed. Angie dried her teething ought to have gone toThat's what Nance mitted a little sheepfly, he kissed Angie's "Roddy, you're going you'll——" she hesitated Uncle Robert's offer? He rose slowly and up and down, with a esque melancholy. Richard, you see Ri Snodgress Seeking Constable’s Office Sam Snodgrass, a deputy sheriff in this county for 12 years and a member of the fruit patrol for six years, announces his candidacy for candidate for constable of Anaheim township, opposing Constable Ed Merian. In commenting upon his candidacy, Snodgress said: SAM L. SNODGRASS "I am thoroughly familiar with this district, having lived here for the past 24 years. During the past 12 years I have been a deputy sheriff of Orange County, the last sixty years being assigned to the Orange county fruit patrol. I am proud to say that I am one of the pioneers of this detail, and have the satisfaction of being one of the men responsible in building up the efficiency of this detail to the point where it is now recognized throughout the state of California as one of the most efficient The FARMERS CORNER by RALPH-H-TAYLOR Executive Secretary Agricultural Council of California Pumping new lifeblood into American agriculture during a period of crisis and reconstruction, the farm credit administration, in a span of less than 12 months, has loaned American farmers more than a billion, one hundred million dollars! That announcement from Washington, detailing the extent of the huge farm credit program, has brought the repeated inquiry: "Where does the money go?" "What does the farmer do with his government loan?" And the answer to this important and natural question is now made available by the farm credit administration in an analysis of loans made to farmers—and the purposes for which they were made. Of every dollar in federal land bank and land bank commissioner's farm mortgage loans closed since last June, the federal bureau reports, 89 cents went into the refinancing of farmers' indebtedness. In short, the loans, for the most part, were in the nature of economic "blood transfusions," designed to give hard-pressed farmers a fighting chance for recovery. Only a fraction of the loan-dollar—approximately 11 cents—was used for other purposes than debt adjustment, according to the survey. Of this amount, about 5.5 cents went into the purchase of land and equipment, the construction or improvement of buildings, and general agricultural uses, including the provision of capital. The balance covered various requirements. Jernigan Tosses Hat in Campaign For Sheriff Job Veteran Orange County Law Officer Seeks Position he Held for Eight Years Sam Jernigan, veteran Orange county law enforcement officer. Thursday announced his candidacy for sheriff, a position he held for eight years. SAM JERNIGAN With a record of 25 years in Orange county to point to, Jernigan has entered the race for sheriff at the urgent request of many friends all over the county, he said. During his 25 years of experience in executive law enforcement capacities, Jernigan became perhaps the best known officer in the county. He was "I am thoroughly familiar with this district, having lived here for the past 24 years. During the past 12 years I have been a deputy sheriff of Orange County, the last sixx years being assigned to the Orange county fruit patrol. I am proud to say that I am one of the pioneers of this detail, and have the satisfaction of being one of the men responsible in building up the efficiency of this detail to the point where it is now recognized throughout the state of California as one of the most efficient law enforcement agencies in this state. “If elected to this office, I will put forth every effort to serve the people of this District to the best of my ability.” Marine Corps Is Taking Recruits Major A. B. Miller, recruiting officer in Los Angeles, announces that the marine corps now is accepting applicants for enlistment. Applicants must be between 17 and 30 years old, have no dependents, and be not less than 66 inches nor more than 74 inches in stocking feet. Those accepted for enlistment by July 1 will be allowed to take courses in aviation engines or radio, upon completion of which a diploma will be awarded. Information on enlistment may be secured from the marine corps recruiting station, 130 South Broadway, Los Angeles. THIEVES GET AUTOMOBILE Chester Lyman of 231 North Stanford street, Fullerton, Sunday night reported his automobile stolen from Clementine near Center street. thought you’d forgotten." “I had,” said Roddy, “I was ashamed to remember. I'm a rotter, Angle. I'd been stealing to help a bad woman out of trouble." The girl shrank back into her corner. It was a long while before she could speak. "I — can't believe it, Roddy, you're—why, you're a Gordon!" He turned crimson. She had touched the tenderest spot about him. "I stole fifteen thousand dollars from the trust company, Angle. I ought to be in jail," he went on, pouring it all out in a molten stream of passionate regret and repentance. "My sister helped me. Nancy borrowed the money and kept me out of jail! A girl, Angle! I'm a lout—I let her do it." Angie's quick gasp escaped him. He was too much wrapped up in himself to perceive that he had given a key to the most part, were in the nature of economic “blood transfusions,” designed to give hard-pressed farmers a fighting chance for recovery. Only a fraction of the loan-dollar — approximately 11 cents—was used for other purposes than debt adjustment, according to the survey. Of this amount, about 5.5 cents went into the purchase of land and equipment, the construction or improvement of buildings, and general agricultural uses, including the provision of capital. The balance covered various requirements, such as the redemption or repurchase of land previously foreclosed, for purchase of stock in national farm loan associations, for loan fees, etc. Many thousands of farmers, the government analysis clearly indicates have been saved from bankruptcy and loss of their lands by the new farm credit machinery, made available at a time when all normal credit facilities were closed to the great majority of farmers. The classes of creditors to whom the proceeds of the loans for refinancing purposes were paid, with the approximate percentage received by each, were listed as follows: Commercial banks, 27.6 cents of each dollar; insurance companies, 10.5 cents; joint stock land banks, 5.8 cents; tax authorities, 2.7 cents; merchants, nineteenth of a cent; creditors not separately classified, including mortgage companies, private mortgage lenders, retired farmers, and many others to whom the farmer owed debts, 40.7 cents, and miscellaneous, eight-tenths of a cent. Strengthening the whole farm credit structure, the new 3¼ per cent bonds of the federal farm mortgage corporation, set up by the government to provide the federal land banks and the commissioner with adequate means to continue the refinancing program, are meting with a favorable reception by farmers, their creditors and investment houses, according to the federal report. The bonds are going principally to the creditors and investment houses, according to the federal report. The bonds are going principally to the creditors of farmers and the government reports that banks, insurance companies' and other large creditors of farmers throughout the country have readily agreed to accept the bonds in exchange for mortgages they hold on farms. Some creditors will not be able to hold the securities, but the federal report states that the bonds are readily salable and are now selling at slightly above par. They are guaranteed both as principal and interest by the government. In California, it is significant that tax With a record of 25 years in Orange county to point to, Jernigan has entered the race for sherriff at the urgent request of many friends all over the county, he said. During his 25 years of experience in executive law enforcement capacities, Jernigan became perhaps the best known officer in the county. He was first elected city marshall in Orange, a position he held for six years after having been elected three times by big majorities. His first election was in 1906. In 1910 Jernigan resigned his position as chief of police in Orange to accept one as under sherriff under Sheriff C. E. Ruddock in 1911. He filled that position until June, 1912, when he was appointed to the office of chief of police of Santa Ana. He was reelected several times and headed Santa Ana's force until he was elected sherriff of Orange county in 1922. Forest Fire Season Is Early This Year With the seasonal precipitation only 69 per cent of normal and spring temperatures the highest on record, California faces serious forest fire conditions this summer, according to U.S. forest service officials. Forest fires have occurred for the past two months in both the northern and southern parts of the state, and special protection rules are going into effect on the national forests from one month to six weeks earlier than usual. General orders issued by Regional Forester S. B. Show, effective May 15, have to do with smoking, discharging fireworks, camp fire permits, closure of areas to public use, and the shovel and ax requirements in the federal forests. By June 1 these rules will be in effect in all national forests of California. Since restrictions differ with hazard conditions, forest officers request that travelers and campers in the national forests inform themselves of these regulations at the nearest ranger stations. THIS WEEK IN WASHINGTON He turned crimson. She had touched the tenderest spot about him. "I stole fifteen thousand dollars from the trust company, Angle. I ought to be in jail," he went on, pouring it all out in a molten stream of passionate regret and repentance. "My sister helped me. Nancy borrowed the money and kept me out of jail! A girl, Angle! I'm a lout—I let her do it." Angie's quick gasp escaped him. He was too much wrapped up in himself to perceive that he had given a key to a mystery. Richard had money—could Nancy have gone to him? "I—I'm so glad you didn't go—to jail!" she gasped, and then: "Rod, you ought to have gone. We ought to pay for what we do—ourselves." He caught her hand and held feverishly; he had forgotten his hatred of the sex. "You don't despise me—for it?" he asked huskily. She shook her head. Then, suddenly, without warning, she burst into tears. Her tears melted Roddy; he felt a rush of self pity as great as her pity for him. "Oh, Roddy!" sighed the girl meltingly, and before she knew it her soft lingers touched his brown hair with shy fondness. "Oh, Rod, there was a woman, you said——" "I hate her!" he yowed, "I was a fool, Angle. She fooled me. She begged for help for her old father—oh, a touching story—and she said she'd return it, I—I thought I could myself. Then I found out she was married," he blazed. Angie dried her tears angrily. "She ought to have gone to jail!" "That's what Nance thinks," he admitted a little sheepishly, then, abruptly, he kissed Angle's hand. "Roddy, you're going to work here? You'll——" she hesitated—"you'll take Uncle Robert's offer?" He rose slowly and began to walk up and down, with the same picturesque melancholy. "I think I—I'll ask Richard, you see Richard took me in cern reports that banks, insurance companies, and other large creditors of farmers throughout the country have readily agreed to accept the bonds in exchange for mortgages they hold on farms. Some creditors will not be able to hold the securities, but the federal report states that the bonds are readily salable and are now selling at slightly above par. They are guaranteed both as principal and interest by the government. In California, it is significant that tax redemptions have increased more than 100 per cent since inauguration of the farm credit program and like programs for the aid of urban industries and business. The new credit program, to be sure, has not cured the almost universal farm disease of burdensome debt. But at least it is giving the patient needed strength to fight back to more healthy conditions. —drunk—and took care of me," Roddy's voice choked, "pretty white, wasn't it? I'm grateful to Richard." "Grateful?" Angle sprang up, her face crimson, "you've no reason to be grateful to Richard Morgan!" she cried impetuously, "no reason in the world!" Roddy caught the change in her tone, and he saw the anger in her face. He stood still, with a shock of surprise. "What do you mean, Angle?" "Don't be grateful to that man!" she answered furiously, "that's all—I can't tell you why, but—let him alone, Rod!" "Richard Morgan? Why? I don't understand—tell me, Angle." She drew back at that, she saw the look on his face and suddenly remembered. If she told Nancy's brother the story that was going the rounds, the story that linked Nancy's name with Morgan's, Roddy would go to Richard and demand satisfaction. He would have to go—and it would mean death! The girl began to tremble; she had been a fool, what could she say? Continued Next Week Since restrictions differ with hazard conditions, forest officers request that travelers and campers in the national forests inform themselves of these regulations at the nearest ranger stations. THIS WEEK IN WASHINGTON As forecast in this correspondence a short time ago, the president is choosing the "right" fork of the road to social and economic recovery, rather than the "left." Not by any positive declaration of policy, but by putting the emphasis on matters which appear of more importance to the conservative element of the citizenry than do a good many of the things about which there has been so much talk. More and more it is being borne in upon these members of the administration who are keen for reforming everything—and there are a few who are "bugs" on that subject—that until and unless business responds to what has already been put into effect, it would be folly to try to press any more far-reaching reforms upon the nation. The president sees this clearly, and so do a great many members of both houses of congress. Some of the latter, with the primaries now starting and the election of next November staring them in the face, are wondering whether anything that they can do between now and adjournment will help to restore business confidence in time to do them any good. Heed Constructive Criticism The administration and its supporters are receptive to criticism when it comes from sources which they do not regard as self-seeking. They pay little attention to what Wall Street thinks, but they do listen when representatives of constructive and productive business speak their minds, as did the members of the chamber of commerce of the United States recently in their annual convention. One result of that criticism is a revision of the securities act, with the president's full support, to enable legitimate business to obtain capital in a legitimate way from legitimate sources, without being classed with crooks and highbinders. It is probably a fair statement that republican opposition is not worrying the administration any. In the nation as a whole there is nothing that can be called a republican party today. The Old Guard is reluctant to let go its leadership, yet is calling for young blood to rejuvenate the party. So far about the only effort to shape up policies on which to go to the electorate next election time seems to be an effort to see how close the republicans can come to paralleling democratic ideas. That creates much the same sort of a situation that existed in 1896, when both the republicans and the democrats vied with each other to see how much they could grab off for themselves of the platform of the vigorous young third party, the populists. Between them they killed the populist party, but its doctrines survived and every one of them is now the law of the land, save only the free coinage of silver; and that seems closer now than at any time in nearly 40 years. The Republican Outlook There are wise old observers here in Washington who believe that the republican party has a chance in 1936 only if it comes out frankly and squarely on the conservative side. The radicals have done all the talking for the last couple of years, until one would be tempted to think that there are no conservatives left. Some of the members of congress who are coming up for reelection know better; there are still a few conservatives left in their home districts who are likely to vote the republican ticket next November. Locally, conservative thought is beginning to express itself. Washington has heard hardly more than echoes The administration has learned that there are many men of high scholastic attainments, thorough scholars, and with detailed, practical knowledge of how governmental things are done, already in the permanent government service. These men are not party men, but efficient public servants who, for one reason or another, have made public service their life work. Some of them are men of means, who serve because they feel there is more satisfaction in using their talents for the public welfare than in piling up wealth for themselves. Some are men whose tastes are simple and needs few, who get along very comfortably on their government salaries and who wholeheartedly devote their leisure to the study of social and economic problems in their national and international aspects. Getting a Hearing Now These men are now being called into conference, and some of the brain-trusters are discovering that what they have been putting forth as new and original ideas, are old stories to some of these chaps. Some ideas have been tried and didn't work; some of them are just what these permanent government servants have been trying to get a hearing on for years. That is one of the indications that the running of the great business of governing the United States is now shaking down into order and system; but a lot remains to be done before anyone can say positively just what the policies in effect are and in what direction we are ultimately heading. of 25 years in Orange to, Jernigan has enforced sheriff at the urgent y friends all over the years of experience in enforcement capacities, ne perhaps the best in the county. He was marshall in Orange, a and for six years after acted three times by big first election was in organ resigned his posipolice in Orange to acceler sheriff under Sheriff in 1911. He illled that June, 1912, when he was office of chief of police He was reelected sevheaded Santa Ana's was elected sheriff of in 1922. are Season early This Year normal precipitation only normal and spring temghest on record. Calious forest fire conditer, according to U.S. specials. Forest fires have past two months in men and southern parts and special protection into effect on the nacom one month to six in usual. issued by Regional now, effective May 15. smoking, discharging ke permits, closure of ife, and the shovel and in the federal forests. rules will be in effect forests of California. differ with hazard officers request that umpers in the national themselves of these the nearest ranger only if it comes out frankly and squarely on the conservative side. The radicals have done all the talking for the last couple of years, until one would be tempted to think that there are no conservatives left. Some of the members of congress who are coming up for reelection know better; there are still a few conservatives left in their home districts who are likely to vote the republican ticket next November. Locally, conservative thought is beginning to express itself. Washington has heard hardly more than echoes from the back country, so far; but some smart politicians believe that if the national republican party would go on record, not as promising the same sort of thing that the democrats are dishing out now, but almost precisely the opposite so far as government control of business, and expenditures for social reformis are concerned, it would gather recruits to itself like a snowball rolling down hill. It might not win the presidential election of 1936, but it would have a good chance in 1940. These same observers give President Roosevelt the odds on a second term. Brains From the Ranks There are many indications that the so-called "brain trust" is not such a dominating influence as it was. 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