anaheim-gazette 1934-06-07

FINAL INSTALLMENT Roddy ran down through the Morgan grounds, into the river meadow. Then he stood still a moment, thinking, his clenched hand at his chin. He remembered Major Lomax. Lomax! He started. The major was the man! He loved Nancy. He had always petted Nancy. There was a light in the study window; he knocked at the side door. How long the old man was in coming! Then the door opened: The little old man stood there in his shirt sleeves, his eyes peering out of their creases. "I've got to see you, major, at once—alone!" he panted. The major closed the door deliberately. "Come in here. There's no one about—Angle's gone to bed." "Sit down, Rod. What's wrong? Out with it?" he smiled grimly—"honest confession's good for the soul." "I haven't come to confess anything," said Roddy, with a dry throat, "I've come to ask you to do me a favor, the greatest favor! To be my second; I've challenged Richard Morgan to fight me to-night—out on his own lawn—to the death." "What!" "Morgan has insulted my sister with saying that Death loves a shining mark. Rod, I believe we shake hands first." "I'm damned if I do!" Rod said, shaking with passion, "I'll fight. Time up, major?" As he spoke there was a crackling of twigs behind them and a shout, a hoarse voiciferous shout. "Hi, there! Hold on, you—you'recal, what've you doing here?" Mr. Gordon came up, breathless, hatless. He plunged into the middle of the group, snatched his son by the nape of the neck, like a puppy, and fairly shook him. "Lomax, Haddon, Richard — what the devil d'you-all mean by this?" Roddy blazed at white heat, wrenching himself away from him. "I'm here to avenge my sister's honor," he shouted, "if you've forgotten it. I haven't, I'm a Gordon still!" "Gordon fiddle-sticks!" his father shook with a passion as great as his. "It's a damned pity you didn't think of being a Gordon before, you young scalawag! D'you happen to know that that man's money kept you out of jail?" His son gasped. For a moment he was dumb. Then he rallied, his young face set hard and tight again. "Sit down, Rod. What's wrong? Out with it—he smiled grimly—'honest confession's good for the soul.'" "I haven't come to confess anything," said Roddy, with a dry throat, "I've come to ask you to do me a favor, the greatest favor! To be my second; I've challenged Richard Morgan to fight me to-night—out on his own lawn—to the death." "What!" "Morgan has insulted my sister with a secret marriage, he's dragged her name in the dire, and I've challenged him to fight—now, to-night!" "A secret marriage? What the duce d'you mean?" "What I say! He did it and backed out because — because I'm a rotter. He's ashamed to marry my sister. He's insulted Nancy Virginia. I've challenged him. He's accepted, he's got to fight. The old man got up and began to walk about the room. 'I've known Dick Morgan all his life, there's something wrong — Nancy's been trying to hide something, to save somebody. I've seen it!" he stopped short. 'Rod Gordon, you're the nigger in the wood-pile!' he shouted. "It doesn't matter what I am. I am not here to answer questions!" Roddy replied fiercely. "You know my sister, I'm defending her honor, I'm ready to die for it. Will you stand by me, or won't you? That's the question." The old man drew a long breath. "I will!" There was a moment of silence. "I'm an old man," said the major, "this is illegal. Who's his second? The cartel should be properly delivered. You could fight to-morrow at sundown. He has the choice of the weapons, the place, and the hour." "It's all fixed — I won't wait until tomorrow!" Roddy's breath came in short gasps and his eyes blazed, "he'll have a second when we get there; he's chosen pistols; the time is now, the place, his own lawn — he'll die there or I will, please God, to-night!" The major thought a moment. Then he brought out a polished wood box. "Duelling pistols, Rod, I've had 'em years. Maybe they'll come in handy." Roddy nodded, his white face drawn. "I'll use anything he's got," he said shortly, "come, major. It's time — the moon's right!" "Bully for you!" the major chuckled. His fierce old soul scented the smoke of battle. They took a short cut to the Morgan house. Two figures were standing on the steps. "Gordon fiddle-sticks!" his father shook with a passion as great as his. "It's a damned pity you didn't think of being a Gordon before, you young scalawag! Dyou happen to know that man's money kept you out of jail?" His son gasped. For a moment he was dumb. Then he rallied, his young face set hard and tight again. "Did my sister go to this man for money—to save me from jail?" "Yes, confound you, she did—that's it, that's the whole of it. It's your fault every bit of it, sir!" Roddy reeled. For an instant the world turned black; then a blaze of fury burnt his shame up. He went up to Richard and shook his pistol in his face. "I know why she married you now. damn you, I'll—I'll kill you for it!" he shouted, "you damn' coward!" Richard folded his arms. "Go ahead, Rod," he said bitterly, "I deserve it—but I've a word to say. Mr. Gordon, Major Lomax, Haddon, all of you. I didn't know until tonight of the scandal that has been launched against the loveliest girl in the world. I deserve to be killed for exposing her to it. I stand here tonight to explain it in my blood. Nancy Virginia is my wife, gentlemen, and I love her. I have always loved her, and I am glad — I say this facing death here, as you know,—I'm glad and proud that she bears my name." Mr. Gordon caught at his son again. "You hear him? He speaks like a man. He loves your sister. He's married her. Confound you, you donkey, you you're making a public scandal. Lomax, help me take this boy home! Richard, go in the house!" he shouted, "what'd you mean by standing up there for this lumox to shoot at? You're a brave man. I take off my hat to your courage, sir, but I—I've had all I can bear! Rod Gordon, he's married your sister!" "Has he?" Roddy breathed heavily, his face rigid. "I want to see the license. I want to see the certificate of this secret marriage. I want to know if he's made a dupe of my sister!" Richard met his look squarely. His own face was hard now. "You can see them all. We were married in church. But we'd better settle our differences now. Do your duty, gentlemen, I accepted his challenge and I'm ready." "This can't go on!" Haddon gasped, coming forward, "I want to say——" Richard threw back his head. "All right, Haddon, another time! Give us here to avenge my sister's honor," he shouted, "if you've forgotten it. I haven't, I'm a Gordon still!" "Gordon fiddle-sticks!" his father shook with a passion as great as his. "It's a damned pity you didn't think of being a Gordon before, you young scalawag! Dyou happen to know that man's money kept you out of jail?" His son gasped. For a moment he was dumb. Then he rallied, his young face set hard and tight again. "Did my sister go to this man for money—to save me from jail?" "Yes, confound you, she did—that's it, that's the whole of it. It's your fault every bit of it, sir!" Roddy reeled. For an instant the world turned black; then a blaze of fury burnt his shame up. He went up to Richard and shook his pistol in his face. "I know why she married you now. damn you, I'll—I'll kill you for it!" he shouted, "you damn' coward!" Richard folded his arms. "Go ahead, Rod," he said bitterly, "I deserve it—but I've a word to say. Mr. Gordon, Major Lomax, Haddon, all of you. I didn't know until tonight of the scandal that has been launched against the loveliest girl in the world. I deserve to be killed for exposing her to it. I stand here tonight to explain it in my blood. Nancy Virginia is my wife, gentlemen, and I love her. I have always loved her, and I am glad — I say this facing death here, as you know,—I'm glad and proud that she bears my name." Mr. Gordon caught at his son again. "You hear him? He speaks like a man. He loves your sister. He's married you, you donkey, you you're making a public scandal. Lomax, help me take this boy home! Richard, go in the house!" he shouted, "what'd you mean by standing up there for this lumox to shoot at? You're a brave man. I take off my hat to your courage, sir, but I—I've had all I can bear! Rod Gordon, he's married your sister!" "Has he?" Roddy breathed heavily, his face rigid. "I want to see the license. I want to see the certificate of this secret marriage. I want to know if he's made a dupe of my sister!" Richard met his look squarely. His own face was hard now. "You can see them all. We were married in church. But we'd better settle our differences now. Do your duty, gentlemen, I accepted his challenge and I'm ready." "This can't go on!" Haddon gasped, coming forward, "I want to say——" Richard threw back his head. "All right, Haddon, another time! Give us here to avenge my sister's honor," he shouted, "if you've forgotten it. I haven't, I'm a Gordon still!" "Gordon fiddle-sticks!" his father shook with a passion as great as his. "It's a damned pity you didn't think of being a Gordon before, you young scalawag! Dyou happen to know that man's money kept you out of jail?" His son gasped. For a moment he was dumb. Then he rallied, his young face set hard and tight again. "Did my sister go to this man for money—to save me from jail?" "Yes, confound you, she did—that's it, that's the whole of it. It's your fault every bit of it, sir!" Roddy reeled. For an instant the world turned black; then a blaze of fury burnt his shame up. He went up to Richard and shook his pistol in his face. "I know why she married you now. damn you, I'll—I'll kill you for it!" he shouted, "you damn' coward!" Richard folded his arms. "Go ahead, Rod," he said bitterly, "I deserve it—but I've a word to say. Mr. Gordon, Major Lomax, Haddon, all of you. I didn't know until tonight of the scandal that has been launched against the loveliest girl in the world. I deserve to be killed for exposing her to it. I stand here tonight to explain it in my blood. Nancy Virginia is my wife，gentlemen,and I love her.I have always loved her,and I am glad — I say this facing death here，as you know,-I'm glad and proud that she bears my name." Mr.Gordon caught at his son again. "You hear him? He speaks like a man.Hes married her.Confound you,you donkey,you're making a public scandal.Lomaxhelp me take this boy home! Richardgointhehouse!" he shouted,"what'dyoumeanbystandingupthereforthislumoxtoshootat?'You'reabraveman.Itakeoffmyhattoyourcourage,sir,butI-I'vehadallIcanbear!RodGordon,hestmarrivedyourselfatlast,top逢pentance. The father and the other two,melted quietly,a meadow. Richard stood spot,his face athis eyeswereonfixedinthedistandherbrotherit cametoherhomeandleftwiththemans drewaquickbreakingrose slowly.itroingyoubodywhiteface.Herhandsshranktogreath:leftbehind—andshehad heardwatherandtothehe lovedher,theshe borehisname. The silence greeted to her that it heard the drip of quivering boughs he brought out a polished wood box. "Duelling pistols, Rod, I've had 'em years. Maybe they'll come in handy." Roddy nodded, his white face drawn. "I'll use anything he's got," he said shortly, "come, major. It's time — the moon's right!" "Bully for you!" the major chuckled. His fierce old soul scented the smoke of battle. They took a short cut to the Morgan house. Two figures were standing on the steps. "By gad," ejaculated Major Lomax, "he's got Haddon!" As he spoke, the banker came down the steps. "See here, Lomax," he said in an aside, "can't we fix this up? It’s—it's deplorable! It’s our duty as seconds, can’t we stop that young—young firebrand?" The major's jaw snapped to. "D'you know what it’s about?" "Some quarrel about Rod Gordon's sister, isn't it?" Haddon was utterly confused; had it been his fault? His fault for telling Helena? The major set his black box on the sun-dial. "I reckon you've heard of the scandal?" he said in an undertone. Haddon started violently. "My God! Is it that?" Roddy was stripping off his coat and waistcoat; his hands were firm now. The moonlight caught the red in his hair and showed it, clipped close from the nape of his neck. Richard watching him silently, was straighter and taller and stronger. The boy was right, he ought to be shot — he would fire in the air. Richard cauted down the steps; challenged and challenger took their weapons. Richard walked to his place and the moonlight shone full on him, a big man, big in body and soul. He had not uttered a word. Both Lomax and Haddon objected. "Shift around — you're a shining mark!" they exclaimed in unison. Richard laughed dryly. "There's a license, I want to see the certificate of this secret marriage, I want to know if it's made a dupe of my sister!" Richard met his look squarely. His own face was hard now. "You can see them all. We're married in church. But we'd better settle our differences now. Do your duty, gentlemen, I accepted his challenge and I'm ready." "This can't go on!" Haddon gasped, coming forward, "I want to say——" Richard threw back his head. "All right, Haddon, another time! Give us the signal, gentlemen." Lomax caught hold of Roddy's father and held him by main force. Mr. Gordon was struggling violently. "Damn you, Lomax, unhand me — Roddy, you young devil, you——" "Give the signal, Haddon," said the major sharply, "I can't hold this old octopus forever!" Roddy sprang to his position, his weapon gleaming in the moonlight. Richard faced him. Haddon, shaken and gray, began to count. "One, two, th——" Suddenly a white-clad figure sprang out of the shadow of the shrubbery. Like a flash it leaped between the duelists. Nancy covered Richard with her own body. "Stop!" she cried, panting, "you'll have to shoot me first, Rod!" Roddy recalled, his mouth fell open his eyes fixed themselves on hers—incredulous, startled, maddened with surprise. There was a terrible moment of silence. "God, you love him!" he gasped. His father, broken loose from Lomax now, had him by the arm, he wrenched the pistol from the boy's relaxed fingers. Roddy sagged over against him, while Nancy still faced him, her face as white as a star and her beautiful hair tumbling about her shoulders. Roddy was dumb. Mr. Gordon dragged him along. "Come!" he said huskily, and then: "you young fool, you, she loves him—you've made trouble enough, let 'em rose slowly, it roses young body with white face. Her hands shrank together—left behind—and she had heard wife father and to the he loved her, than she bore his name. The silence greeted to her that it heard the drip of quivering boughs fragrance of open it was almost me bear. Then Richard's changed. "Nancy, you did it to save I you——" She was dumb, wavering gesture. "Nancy, I beg know the things all my fault. It teet you, I——" hoarsely: "God I mean it—I love you." She lifted her hood moonlight found almost reluctantly to his. He caught his broke. "Nancy! You do——" his voice faded. He caught force that almost his lips were white. "Nancy Virginia toward him, looking power in his eyes. I take you home—and his deep voice or——?" She could not touch his. She no longer quivered and softened smile. "Richard," she—I've come to you Land Bank Makes 72% of Farm Loans Record for Western States Told; 12 Banks Make 70% of Loans In United States The Berkeley federal land bank, for itself and acting as agent of the land bank commissioner, made 72.5 per cent of all loans recorded on farm properties in California, 'Nevada, Utah and Arizona during the six months, October, 1933, to March, 1934, inclusively. Over the same period the 12 land banks of the farm credit administration did about 70 per cent of the farm mortgage business in the United States. The report prepared by the division of finance and research of the farm credit administration in Washington and received by the land bank was compiled from monthly reports both of the land banks and their county correspondents throughout the United States. It indicates that in the period surveyed, which represented the peak of applications for loans on farm property, a total of 19,544 farm mortgage loans in the four states of the eleventh FCA district were made by all agencies, including commercial banks, insurance companies, receivers or conservators of banks, mortgage companies and land banks. The latter closed 14,178 of the total number of loans. The proportion of loans closed by the land bank to the total over the surveyed period is, by states, as follows: California, 74.1 per cent; Nevada, 34.6; Utah, 67.8; Arizona, 64.3. The greatest number of farm mortgages from all sources was indicated in the seventh farm credit administration district comprising Michigan, Wisconsin, Minnesota and North Dakota, where the total for the six months under review was 58,194. S. C.’s School of Journalism Wins National Honors Only 33 Out of 125 Journalism Schools and Departments Listed by Association National recognition was given the school of journalism of the University of Southern California when word was received by Director Roy L. French that the school had been elected to membership in the American Association of Schools and Departments of Journalism. Election of U. S. C. to the association raises the membership of the national group of 33 out of the 125 schools and departments of journalism listed for 1934 in Editor and Publisher. Recognition by the American Association of schools and Departments of Journalism is granted only to those institutions who measure up to a rigorous academic standard and who have maintained a class "A" school over a period of years. The aim of the association is "The improvement of education in preparation for the profession of journalism." Inter-County Pig Contest Planned 4-H Club Members to Weigh In Hogs-on June 16, and Sell Them After Sept. 14 By ERIC E. EASTMAN, Assistant Farm Advisor An inter-county pig feeding contest for the 4-H club members in Southern The proportion of loans closed by the land bank is the total over the surveyed period is, by states, as follows: California, 74.1 per cent; Nevada, 34.6; Utah, 67.8; Arizona, 64.3. The greatest number of farm mortgages from all sources was indicated in the seventh farm credit administration district comprising Michigan, Wisconsin, Minnesota and North Dakota, where the total for the six months under review was 58.194. REPORTS TOOLS MISSING J. D. Weaver of 911 East Center street reported to police that he recently missed a plane, two chisels and a three-foot rule from his carpenter chest. alone!" he whispered. Roddy was still speechless. He yielded to the older man's force; he let himself be dragged away, Lomax and Haddon following them—as dumb as he was. They walked slowly. Twice Roddy stumbled. His ears were singing, but he heard his father's voice, after a moment. "You young donkey, you!" and then it broke and grew husky; something melted in him. He looked at the boy's dejected face. "I'm proud of you." Roddy was silent, his head sagged with his shoulders, his face burned. He knew now the price his sister had paid to keep him out of jail, and the iron entered into his soul. He had come, at last, to the beginning of repentance. The father and son went slowly, and the other two, Lomax and Haddon melted quietly away toward the river meadow. Richard stood still, rooted to the spot, his face as white as his shirt, his eyes were on Nancy, and hers were fixed in the distance where her father and her brother had gone. Suddenly it came to her that they had gone home and left her. Left her alone with the man she had married. She drew a quick breath, a wave of crimson rose slowly, it rose all over her quivering young body and rushed up to her white face. Her eyes sank and her hands shrank together. She was alone—left behind—and he was silent. But she had heard what he said to her father and to the others. He had said he loved her, that he was proud that she bore his name! The silence grew and grew. It seemed to her that it was killing her. She heard the drip of moisture from the quivering boughs of the trees; the faint 4-H Club Members to Weigh In Hogs on June 16, and Sell Them After Sept. 14 By ERIC E. EASTMAN, Assistant Farm Advisor An inter-county pig feeding contest for the 4-H club members in Southern California has been announced, which will offer possibilities and rewards enough to interest the boys and girls who like to raise pigs. The contest will start with an official weighing-in of the pigs on Saturday, June 16, and will close with an auction during the first week of the Los Angeles County Fair at Pomona. The final weights for competition will be taken immediately upon arrival at the Fair, Friday afternoon, September 14. Arrangements for transportation may be made through any 4-H agricultural club leader. Several of the largest buyers in the have already consented to attend the auction and bid on the pigs, according to report. In addition to a good price for the pigs, Fair ribbons showing the placing, and merchandise prizes will be awarded to contestants. Boys and girls who desire to enter this contest, and who are not 4-H club members, may enroll upon application to the farm advisor's office, 211 Court House annex, Santa Ana. The contest offers the greatest opportunities in the market hog division that is available in Southern California at this season. 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 rose slowly, it rose all over her quivering young body and rushed up to her white face. Her eyes sank and her hands shrank together. She was alone—left behind—and he was silent. But she had heard what he said to her father and to the others. He had said he loved her, that he was proud that she bore his name! The silence grew and grew. It seemed to her that it was killing her. She heard the drip of moisture from the quivering boughs of the trees; the faint fragrance of opening buds came to her it was almost more than she could bear. Then Richard's voice, broken and changed. "Nancy, you didn't mean that? You did it to save Roddy from murder, you—" She was dumb, but she made a faint, wavering gesture of denial. "Nancy, I beg your pardon—I didn't know the things that were said—it's all my fault. It was up to me to protect you, I—" he stopped and then, hoarseely: "God knows I wish you did mean it—I love you with all my soul!" She lifted her head at that, and the moonlight found her face; slowly, almost reluctantly, she raised her eyes to his. He caught his breath. A great light broke. "Nancy! You don't mean that you—" his voice failed, it died in his throat. He caught her hands with a force that almost hurt them. Even his lips were white. "Nancy Virginia—" he drew her toward him, looking into her face, the power in his eyes holding hers—"shall I take you home—to them?" he asked and his deep voice broke on the word, "or——?" She could not take her eyes from his. She no longer tried. Her face quivered and softened into a happy smile. "Richard," she answered softly, "I—I've come to you!" THE END Anaheim, Calif., June 7, 1934 C. Martens does Hat Into constable’s Race of Anaheim for 27 will Oppose Ed Marion August Primaries Martens, a resident of Analheim in 1907 and a deputy marshal in constable in Anaheim opposing Incumbent Ed. the primary elections in Rotarians Will Send Bigham to Conclave Dr. Walter J. Bigham, president elect of the Anaheim Rotary club, will leave late this month as a delegate to the international convention in Detroit. This was assured Monday when the club's board of directors made its decision known. Program Chairman Wilbert H. Bonney introduced Benjamin Edwards, musical director at the Fullerton junior college, who entertained with a series of vocal numbers, and the youth's father, Rev. O. J. Edwards of San Pedro, who recited an original poem and read free translations from Morse. Secure’s 1st Permit for Month of June O. R. Schroeder took out the first permit issued by Inspector R. Nyboe for the month of June Saturday when he announced his intention of erecting a frame dwelling and garage at 512 East Chartres street. Estimated cost is $2896. D. A. Wedell is contractor. Victor Fleming Is New 20-30 Chieftain Members of the 20-30 club Monday night elected Victor Fleming to succeed President Ray Reafsnyder for the next six-month term. Other officers named were: Charles Bush, vice president; Morris Hovey, secretary; Loule Wright, treasurer, and Art Clodt, sergeant-atarms. John C. Tuffree of Placentia lectured and showed motion pictures taken during his recent three-month tour on the other side of the Pacific. Earl Jackson celebrated a decade of business in this city by serving members of the club with beer. The club made final plans for a dance to be held at La Vida hot springs June 9, where friends of the group are invited. GAFFERS & SATTLER DeLux Electric Refrigerators VINCENT FURNITURE CO. Center at Palm Sts., Anaheim Who’s Afraid of the Lonely Road? 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