anaheim-gazette 1934-05-31

Anaheim, Calif., May 31, 1934 The Dollar Bride by Mary Imlay Taylor 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 TWENTIETH INSTALLMENT She dragged back from him, her green eyes suddenly blazing with fury. "I'll tell you—but don't blame me—let go my hand." He let go as if she had struck him but his eyes still burned into hers. "Your sister went to Washington with Morgan. She stayed there a day and a night. A man who registered at the same hotel told it—they were there as man and wife. That's the story—now are you satisfied?" "I'm quite satisfied," he replied simply, "thank you, Mrs. Haddon. Good night." Mr. Gordon had spent his evening alone. His wife had given up early; a headache brought her the relief of going to bed. She was in terror of her husband's remarks about Roddy's return. Nancy was out on the plaza now, sitting on the steps. No one knew that she was there, and she did not speak when Roddy sprang up the steps and bounded into the house. He did not see her at all. A moment later Mr. Gordon looked up into the boy's face. Mr. Gordon regarded something like grim hum in his eyes. The young for what a sacrifice the girl him. Then he remembered implication against He turned on his son after "They're married," he "Married?" Roddy's jaw dropped his father like a zany force. And who had done Roddy getting his break again. "Married? Why didn't you tell me before people?" Mr. Gordon gave him glance. "You're not the fault," he replied dryly,ried—secretly. Secretly? The word w of flame, it set Roddy w "Why?" he demanded that fellow ashamed of His father said nothing "Do you hear me?" I with anger. "My sister walk up and down. He family honor. His fat breaking down in a pre What else could it mean know it? His eyes shot "I know," he said choi told Morgan about me she's my sister! Nancy ed for me — my God, he seemed to strangle a out of the room and out Bare-headed and dish to the gate. He never back. He did not have smothered cry that purvaudted the gate and w But Nancy stood there cold hands against her "Oh, what shall I do?" herself softly. She had all that Roddy had sh 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 TWENTIETH INSTALLMENT "I can't tell you, Rod, don't ask me!" she begged. "But you must tell me—Angle, what is it? Something's wrong! Tell me—you shall tell me!" But she shook her head. "No, no!" He dropped her hands and snatched up his hat. "I'll find out!" he said. She ran after him, sobbing. "It's nothing—it's nothing—don't ask, Roddy, don't ask!" Angie's tears could not avail now, she had loosed the whirlwind. Roddy was in no mood to reason with Angie's hints. Something was wrong. He would go straight to Richard. Man to man they would settle it. He was grateful to him, he was loath to behave ill to him. Mammy Polk was back again. "No, Mist' Roddy, de doctah ain't in — be back d'rectly, walk in, dere's a lady in de office — waitin'." "A lady?" Roddy hesitated. Roddy thought of it a moment. He did not mind Helena. If there was any talk of Richard, Helena would tell him. She would be jealous. Roddy had found out a good deal about jealous women! Helena sat in a chair by the window. "Why, Rod Gordon!" she exclaimed and gave him her hand. Roddy swallowed hard. He drew a chair close to hers and sat down. "Mrs. Haddon, I think you'd know about any—any gossip, wouldn't you?" Helena shrank a little. What in the world was coming? "Oh, I don't know—what do you mean?" "I've just been told——" he stammered, then he straightened himself ruthlessly to his question, "Is there any reason why I should have a quarrel with Richard Morgan—about my sister?" "Don't ask me!" she gasped in cheer panic. She thought he knew that she had told. But, to Rod, her confusion was only the damning proof of Morgan's guilt alone. His wife had given up early; a headache brought her the relief of going to bed. She was in terror of her husband's remarks about Roddy's return. Nancy was out on the plaza now, sitting on the steps. No one knew that she was there, and she did not speak when Roddy sprang up the steps and bounded into the house. He did not see her at all. A moment later Mr. Gordon looked up into the boy's face. “What's wrong Roddy! Any one ill?” "By gum!" he ejaculated involuntarily, "what's wrong? Drunk again, sir?" Roddy laid his hand heavily on the back of the nearest chair and straightened himself. "Father, do you happen to know about the scandal — the story they're telling here about Nancy Virginia?" Mr. Gordon sat up straight. "Make yourself plain, sir." "Did Nancy ever go to Washington without you—or mother?" Mr. Gordon's face changed. "She did." Roddy made an inarticulate sound in his throat, his hands clenching on the chair back. "When?" "In the Spring—after your first escape," Mr. Gordon was staring hard... "I've just been told—" he stammered, then he straightened himself ruthlessly to his question, "Is there any reason why I should have a quarrel with Richard Morgan—about my sister?" "Don't ask me!" she gasped in cheer panic. She thought he knew that she had told. But, to Rod, her confusion was only the damning proof of Morgan's guilt. There was something. He became deadly quiet and calm. "Mrs. Haddon, we're old friends. You were always kind to me," he said, "I—as a friend, I ask you to answer me. I have a right to know what is said of my sister." Helena tried to collect her thoughts. The boy was not angry with her. She saw that; then he did not know. And this would be a way to get at Nancy herself. "There's some talk, ye," she admitted reluctantly. "A small place, Rod, and gossip. You mustn't be too angry with me if I say so—your sister has been indiscreet, that's all." But he was more of a man than she thought. "How indiscreet? My sister? Good God, if a man had said that! Who's the man? Richard Morgan?" Helena nodded, tapping her foot on the floor. "Mrs. Haddon, I wish you'd tell me," he pleaded quietly. "See, I'm not excited. I want to take care of my sister. What's the story? It's a lie, you know it. I know it, but tell me—what is it?" She panted a little; she was frightened. He looked suddenly a man and she had thought him a mere boy. "I—I can't tell you!" she said in a low voice, "I'm going — let me go, Roddy!" But he had caught her by the wrist. "You shall tell me!" he said between his teeth, "what is the—the damned lie they're telling?" Mr. Gordon regarded him sternly, something like grim humor showing in his eyes. The young fool did not know what a sacrifice the girl had made for him. Then he remembered the intolerable implication against his poor girl. He turned on his son angrily. "They're married," he said shortly. "Married?" Roddy's jaw dropped, he stared at his father like a zany. There was a long moment of silence. In it Mr. Gordon's anger gathered force. And who had dared to start it? Roddy getting his breath, broke out again. "Married? Why didn't I know? Why didn't you tell me before — tell other people?" Mr. Gordon gave him an exasperated glance. "You're not the one to find fault," he replied dryly, "they're married—secretly." Secretly? The word was like a torch of flame, it set Roddy on fire. "Why?" he demanded fiercely, "is that fellow ashamed of my sister?" His father said nothing. "Do you hear me?" Roddy strangled with anger. "My sister!" he began to walk up and down. He thought of the family honor. His father must be breaking down in a premature dotage! What else could it mean. Did Richard know it? His eyes shot fire. "I know," he said chokingly, "you've told Morgan about me — it's because she's my sister! Nancy Virginia scorned for me — my God, I'll — I'll——" he seemed to strangle again. He ran out of the room and out of the house. Bare-headed and disheveled, he ran to the gate. He never once looked back. He did not hear the half-smothered cry that pursued him. He vaulted the gate and was gone. But Nancy stood there, clasping her cold hands against her breast. "Oh, what shall I do?" she sobbed to herself softly. She had heard almost all that Roddy had shouted at his marriage — this secret marriage of yours, you — you coward! They say she's your—" he strangled again, "—your mistress, dam' you!" Richard rose to his feet. "Who says it?" he demanded hoarsely, "who told you that?" "The whole town says it!" shouted Roddy, "It's seething like a caldron. Lomax knows it, Haddon knows it, everybody knows it! You took her to Washington and married her secretly and ruined her good name!" "If you were not a boy and her brother," said Richard, "I'd wring your neck!" "Your sister went to Washington with Morgan." "Wring my neck, would you? You haven't got the courage!" Roddy screamed, flinging out his arms, "Do you think I don't know what she is?" "A sharp sound startled Morgan; some one had run up the front steps. He rose slowly to his feet, went to the door. On the steps stood Rod Gordon. "What's wrong, Roddy? Any one ill?" "No one's ill. I've got to see you, that's all!" Roddy's voice was utterly changed. Richard looked at him sharply. Had he been drinking again? "Come in," he said quietly, "go into the office." Roddy stopped short by the table and faced him, folding his arms on his breast. "I've come——" he got that far and seemed to be choking. The boy in Roddy had leaped up again. He was a boy in his passion of blind rage. "I've come to demand an explanation," he panted. "I — father just told me—you've married my sister." "Sit down," said Richard quietly, "let us talk it over." "Talk it over? Hell!" Roddy struck his hand on the table with such force that every article on it crashed and spun around. "You've married my sister and let people talk about her. Do you happen to know what they say of it—of her?" Richard's face whitened to the lips. "I know nothing. Who dares to say anything about her? Or about me?" Roddy laughed wildly. "Dares? When a man hides his marriage people talk, don't they. I'll tell you what they say! They know nothing of this Wring my neck, would you? You haven't got the courage!" Roddy screamed, flinging out his arms. "Do you think I don't know what alls you? Father told you I was a thief—you're ashamed to say you married my sister—my sister, Nancy Virginia Gordon! She's an angel and you're a devil, you're a black-hearted, cowardly scoundrel! You'll fight me or by God, I'll call you a coward on every street corner in the town! I'll publish you—you can't hide any longer behind my sister. I——" he stopped again, and suddenly drawing himself to his full height, spoke with a new tragic dignity. "I challenge you, Richard Morgan, to defend your self or die in your tracks—like a dam' coward!" Richard had scarcely heard him. "Yes, I'll fight you," he said dryly. "I admit you've a right to demand it." "Come out now — the moon's like day — I'll get a gun — we can fight it out now. I can't wait. I won't wait!" "Now? Out there?" a grim smile twisted Richard's lips. "If one of us dies out there tonight it would be called plain murder. That won't do, Roddy, we must keep to the code. Get a second, then I'm ready any time." "I wouldn't care a copper what they called it," Roddy snapped, "but since you're particular — oh, the code, of course! I'll get a second, you can get yours—over the phone. I give you the choice of weapons, Dr. Morgan." Richard bowed his head gravely. "Pistols. Mine's here on my desk, but you can bring two. I'll be waiting for you when you come back. Where is it to be?" "Out there!" Roddy pointed at the moonlit lawn. "I understand," Richard answered grimly, and he opened a long window on the moonlit plaza, "you can go this way. I'll wait." Continued Next Week 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. 5-17-4t ASSESSMENT UPON SHARE-HOLDERS 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 1c 156, Act of June 30, 1876, and Section 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. 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Even to all persons against "AnaBank," Anaheim, same must be Hogan, Receiver, thereof within this date or they NOR, or of the Currency. 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 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 Ocullus—Glasses Flitted 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. Truxaw, M.D. PHYSICIAN & SURGEON 251 No. Lemon Street ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA Office Phone 3213 Residence 887 South Los Angeles St Residence Phone 2010 Hours: — 11-12; 2-4; 7-8 J. W. 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