anaheim-gazette 1934-07-05

Anaheim, Calif., July 5, 1934 TRAIL'S END by AGNES LOUISE PROVOST SECOND INSTALLMENT SYNOPSIS The passengers of No. 12 wondered about the pretty, uncommunicative stranger. And the girl's thoughts were filled with memories of the night, three weeks ago, when she had driven her roadster into the sea. She had been amazed to find no newspaper references to the thing she feared most. But even so, the girl of that night was no longer. In the nearly empty station, with an hour's wait for her train, she had sat in a secluded corner and read the paper from the first page to the last. It had been rather ghastly. All those pictures of a girl who was supposed to be dead and mustn't ever come back to life again; insets of other people whose lives had touched hers; a snapshot taken from a boat, showing curling waves against a cliff's dark background, black, ragged rocks thrusting'out of the water, and sprawled helplessly on one of them the twisted shattered wreckage of a car. It was news. There had been several columns about it. Reports, conjectures, interviews. A motorcycle policeman had testified to meeting a young lady in that same roadster and warning her about the thickening fog. No, there had been nothing in the young lady's manner to indicate any suicidal intent. One thing had puzzled her badly. There had been all this about one roadster found wrecked at the base of a end up the same way his uncle did." "Maybe, and maybe not. I ain't inquired his destination, but wherever Barry aims to go, he most generally arrives at." The conversation seemed unprofitable, but the operator was a hard man to down. "Speakin' of destinations, I saw the whole Simpson tribe headin' out of town this mornin', bag and baggage. If they'd of piled anything more on that fliver it would of laid down and died. They're movin' over to the county county seat." Petry grinned. The Simpsons' nearest neighbor—a trifling matter of five or six miles—was Barry Duane, and it could not be denied that there had been no great amount of neighborly visiting between Eagle's Perch and the little ranch where the Simpson family dribbled out its happy-go-lucky existence. "What's happened?" he inquired mildly. "Somebody leave Sim ten dollars pr did he just get too exhausted to work?" "Don't talk about a triflin' ten dollars to 'Lonzo. He's sold his place, and from the general excitement in the Simpson family I'd say it must've been a pretty good cash payment." The jar of the two-thirty-eight closed the conversation abruptly. Number Twelve clanked to a stop with a long sigh. Petry looked along the line of dusty coaches, nodded familiarly to the brakeman, gallantly laden with somebody's suitcases, and started toward bought the Simpson place I've told her it's right owe can take her out any time to go." "Of course we can. Not a single blink bett Simpson place was outward way by some mile bad road. "It's awfully good of it didn't expect to be a community as soon as I." "The community," said "considers itself in luck the new place of yours. get possession?" "I've got it now." "Yes—or course." He caught petry's nervouse cleared his throat. "I was thinkin'," he wiling there's nobody ou maybe the lady might lie at the hotel here, until he "But you see, there is to come." Anne Cushion the first time in three lo Barry Duane thought it liest laugh he had ever "you really mustn't be me," she said in that love not a bit afraid of staying thought I'd try to get a wife. I meant to leave ment for them before I ran. Can I do this?" Barry laughed. "No, can't. There's no paper this side of the county..." It was news. There had been several columns about it. Reports, conjectures, interviews. A motorcycle policeman had testified to meeting a young lady in that same roadster and warning her about the thickening fog. No, there had been nothing in the young lady's manner to indicate any suicidal intent. One thing had puzzled her badly. There had been all this about one roadster found wrecked at the base of a cliff, but not one line in the whole story, about the thing she had feared most. How could that be suppressed? The man across the aisle was saying something to another man several seats back. Everybody here seemed to know everybody else. Perhaps it would have been better, after all to have bursied herself in a big city. One can be lost so quickly in the shifting crowds. But there would be always the tingling expectancy of seeing someone she knew some day, or someone who knew her. In shop or office, in restaurant, or on a crowded street. She wasn't going to be actually in any town. It was some miles out of this town of Marston, whatever that was like at the end of a long private road, the agent had admitted. She had named it already Trial's End. She liked the sound of that. Remoteness. Safety Home. And work, of course. Marston Station baked in the afternoon sunshine. Northeast and southwest the long line of rails winked and flashed to a disappearing glimmer. Southward, beyond the limits of the little town, dun-colored desert sand stretched on and on, simmering with heat and dotted sparsely with the low, greyed brush of the waterless lands. To the north and northwest lay a similar stretch, cut off obliquely by an abrupt line of hills. Near the sun-baked station the town of Marston straggled informally, a single dusty street with a few dwindling offshoots on each side. In the door of the post-office a young man appeared, looking up the road toward the station. He was tall and sun-browned, but without the weather-beaten desert dried look. He had an arrogant nose with pride in every line of it, rather nice gray eyes, clear and steady, and a pleasant, finely curved mouth, curiously at war with the prideful nose. He caught sight of a shabby automobile over by the station, and a faint grin twitched at the corners of his mouth. He was wondering what some people of his acquaintance would say if they ever came to Marston and had to be met by that car. "Don't talk about a triflin' ten dollars to 'Lonzo.' He's sold his place, and from the general excitement in the Simpson family I'd say it must've been a pretty good cash payment." The jar of the two-thirty-eight closed the conversation abruptly. Number Twelve clanked to a stop with a long sigh. Petry looked along the line of dusty coaches, nodded familiarly to the brakeman, gallantly laden with somebody's suitcases, and started toward the forward end. Then he stopped, as abruptly as though he had been jerked at the end of a halter. Silken ankles and beautifully shod feet were coming down the gritty steps of old Number Twelve. Petry looked up dizzily at a slim young woman clad trimly in blue. She was appealingly young and she had the lovelest skin that Boone had ever seen and an engaging little mouth which looked rather sober just now but would surely show lovely teeth when she smiled, and lustrous big eyes with a glowing dismay in them as they looked beyond the ugly little station toward the forlorn straggle of houses which constituted the town of Marston. That was Marston's first glimpse of Anne Cushing as she stepped from the two-thirty-eight directly into the path of Boone Petry, ex-cowman, ex-ranchman and general factum to Barry Duane. Involuntarily he swept off his battered hat, showing a grizzled head, a skin weathered to a leathery brown and light blue eyes which gave him a deceptively innocent air. The girl smiled at him. Some of the dismay retreated. "You are Mr. Simpson, aren't you? I am Anne Cushing." "Why, no ma'am." Petry gulped visibly. "My name is Petry, Boone Petry. If you're lookin' for Lon Simpson, he—he's moved away from here. He sold his place just recent." "Yes, I know. I bought it. But I thought he might be here—well, to show me the place. I suppose. I'm afraid that was a rather silly idea." "No ma'am," said Petry helplessly. The dismayed look was hovering in her eyes again. He shifted his weight from one foot to another, and thought earnestly of things he would like to do to the departed Simpson. "I guess Sim's kind of carless that way," he added apologetically. "But don't let that bother you, ma'am. If there's anything I can do, or the boss either, we'd sure be pleased to." The local groaned in all its length and gathered its complaining joints into motion again, leaving them standing there. At a little distance, just beyond Anne Cushing first time in three lochs Barry Duane thought it was the least laugh he had ever laughed; "you really mustn't be me," she said in that love not a bit afraid of staying thought I'd try to get a wife. I meant to leave ment for them before I ranch. Can I do this?" Barry laughed. "No, can't. There's no paper this side of the county there's no printed one way is to mention what over at Jim Bagley's gen then wait for the return Any other suggestions about Martha Larrabee? "First rate!" Petry cried "Martha ain't exactly as bad but she's pretty near as he bent over and pliased suitcase. Barney did tha "And now," he said, Larrabee and the genera "This," said Anne Cush self, "is a funny dream shall wake up and find at all." Her spirits had soared She wanted to laugh as she herded toward the shabbies less than five minutes away, trotting confidently perfect strangers who hated self, and luggage and problems into their capa At the far end of the street a wooden cottage than most, sat a little bit where neat borders of flooring encouraged to grow. Petry went in. He was stubs. Anne began to work happening. Suppose the Larrabee should decline The front door opened came out. She was tall ably plump, with greey and an air of practice Her face was strong and not without humor. Peebhind her, with an uncle his homely face. Evident doubtable Martha had dealt mit herself. "This is the lady, Cushing, this is Mis' La! "I hope you can come, I really don't know what done yet..." Martha looked at the gail small and slightly anxious "I'll come," she said britted a grim quirk of a nodded to the car's own out the weather-beaten desert dried look. He had an arrogant nose with pride in every line of it, rather nice gray eyes, clear and steady, and a pleasant, finely curved mouth, curiously at war with the prideful nose. He caught sight of a shabby automobile over by the station, and a faint grin twitched at the corners of his mouth. He was wondering what some people of his acquaintance would say if they ever came to Marston and had to be met by that car. "It looks like an old hobo," he reflected, "but Petry loves it like a baby. . . Guess I'll go over and wait there." He strolled on down the dusty street. It was by no means a crowded street but the few people he met all seemed to know him. Their greetings were friendly, although perhaps not so jocular as they might have been, say to Boone Petry, who worked for him, or to Jim Bagley who kept the general store, or any of the few scattered ranch owners who occasionally came in for supplies. He seemed, in a way, just a little apart from their everyday familiar interests. Only when he passed the deserted real estate office his face darkened slightly. The forlorn little building, slackly revealing its uselessness to any scornful eye, was undoubtedly a long standing offense to him. Out of the shimmering distance a dark blob had appeared. At the station a few loungers came to life for one of the major events of Marston's day. Boone Petry, propped contentedly against the weathered boarding a few feet away, awoke to a mild interest. The operator grinned sociably. "Expectin' company?" "Some stuff for the boss." "He gets a lot of stuff, don't he? Must have some real money to spend." Petry blinked at the glinting tracks and apparently forgot to answer. The operator took another tack. "Jim Bagley says he hears Duane's out 'most every day, pokin' the old Junipero full of holes. Barry's a nice fella, but if he keeps on like that he'll eyes again. He shifted his weight from one foot to another, and thought earnestly of things he would like to do to the departed Simpson. "I guess Sim's kind of carless that way," he added apologetically. "But don't let that bother you, ma'am. If there's anything I can do, or the boss either, we'd sure be pleased to." The local groaned in all its length and gathered its complaining joints into motion again, leaving them standing there. At a little distance, just beyond the platform, the young man who had come over from the post-office stood and watched them with puzzled curiosity. The few dawdling loungers had frankly turned their heads in the same direction. The girl's eyes were sweeping the sun-warped platform and the hot road beyond. They hesitated for an instant as they caught the unobtrusive scrutiny of the brown young man, and then passed on composedly. They came back to Boone Petry. "It's awfully kind of you to take so much trouble. If you could just tell me where I can get a stage or rent a car, I think I can manage all right." "It aln't a bit of trouble, but there ain't any stage, because there ain't any place in particular for a stage to go. And there ain't any garage, either, not for hirn' cars. But that needn't matter a bit, because our place is just a spell beyond yours, and we can give you a lift easy. Any time you like." Petry rubbed his chin nervously with a mahogany paw. Here was a situation calling for diplomacy, and diplomacy, he felt, had never been one of his stronger points. He sent a hunted look around, caught the eye of the watching young man and signaled him with a furtive thumb. The girl was thanking him. "That would be splendid, but I hate to be such a nuisance." "Not a-tall, ma'am." The young man was at his elbow now, looking interested. Looking more than interested. "Miss Cushing, meet my boss, Mr. Barry Duane! Barry this lady's just his homely face. Evident doubtable Martha had dealt mit herself. "This is the lady, Cushing, this is Mis' La." "I hope you can come, I really don't know what done yet..." Martha looked at the girl a small and slightly anxious. "I'll come," she said briskly mitted a grim quirk of a nodded to the car's own on briskly, calmly taking in hand. "You wait here for me with you to the store. It two minutes." She went back into the trifling matters as wage hours had evidently not her decision at all. "Passed with honors!" Duane. "Martha came over, and if she hadn't lied you couldn't have argued at any price. She laughed and sobbed out at the endless waste and on into the hazy disgrace. "I knew I was under was so afraid I wouldn't scarcely dared breathe—dependable." Martha's pure gold—comes. Now, for the staff supplies. Another half hour be on our way." They were off in much that, thanks to Martha brisk supervision. Marestation was over, at least being, but the reprecussed. All Marston knew it was young thing with a so delicate hands had bought ranch, thirty miles out Junipero, and expected to Marston admired, but she Female Marston sniffed. "Looks like she had Jim Bagley hopefully pretty." "She's too pretty," bought the Simpson place and Sim's lit. I've told her it's right on our way and we can take her out any time she wants to go." "Of course we can. Very glad to." Not a single blink betrayed that the Simpson place was out of their homeward way by some miles of singularly bad road. "It's awfully good of both of you. I didn't expect to be a charge on the community as soon as I arrived." "The community," said Barry Daune, "considers itself in luck. Now about the new place of yours. When do you get possession?" "I've got it now." "Yes—or course." He hesitated, and caught petry's nervous eye. Petry cleared his throat. "I was thinkin'," he ventured, "seeing there's nobody out there now, maybe the lady might like to put up at the hotel here, until her folks come?" "But you see, there isn't anyone else to come." Anne Cushing laughed, for the first time in three long weeks and Barry Duane thought it was the loveliest laugh he had ever heard. "you really mustn't be worried about me," she said in that lovely voice. "I'm not a bit afraid of staying alone. thought I'd try to get a man and his wife. I meant to leave an advertisement for them before I started for the ranch. Can I do this?" Barry laughed. "No, I'm afraid you can't. There's no paper to advertise in, this side of the county seat. At least New Ruling Helps Out-Of-State Cars In order to clarify the situation in regard to the California personal property tax law requirements on cars from other states, an important ruling defining the law's effect on the various classifications of non-resident vehicles has been issued by Russell Bevans, registrar of vehicles of the department of motor vehicles. Under the ruling personal property tax clearance certificates will not be required from the applications for fee paid licenses in the cases of non-resident cars registered in their own state for 1934 which enter California before the first Monday in March, secure valid non-resident permits and make application for fee paid license after the first Monday in March. Also those non-resident cars entering California after the first Monday in March, if application is made for a fee paid license, will not be required to furnish tax clearance certificate. Non-resident cars registered between January 1st and the first Monday in March which were subject to registration as of January 1st have been issued a personal property tax clearance certificate requiring subsequent validation. Non-resident cars subject to California registration as of January 1st but which are not registered until after the first Monday in March will be required to provide a personal property tax clearance certificate. Bevans points out that annually 110,000 out-of-state cars obtain non-resident permits in California and that 75,000 obtain fee paid licenses. tartly. "Girls who look like that and wear clothes like that don't go streak-in' off to out-of-the-way places unless there's somethin' queer back of it. recorded November 1st, 1930, in Book 433, page 85 of Official Records of Orange County, California, did grant and convey the property therein and hereinafter described, to the Orange County Title Company, as Trustee, to secure, among other obligations, the payment of one promissory note dated October 10th, 1930, payable to THE EQUITABLE LIFE ASSURANCE SOCIETY OF THE UNITED STATES, or order, for the principal sum of $2500.00, with interest at the rate of 6% per annum, principal and interest due in monthly installments of $27.72 each on the 1st day of each month beginning November 1st, 1930; and WHEREAS, default has occurred in that the installment of principal and interest due on said note on October 1st, 1933, has not been paid; and WHEREAS, The Equitable Life Assurance Society of the United States owner and holder of said note heretofore demanded that said Trustee sell said property and on March 26th, 1934, duly recorded in the office of the County Recorder of said County, in Book 664, page 363 of Official Records thereof, a notice of said default and of its election to cause said property to be sold and more than three months have now elapsed since the recordation of said notice. The sum of $2060.29 principal and interest thereon from December 31, 1933, plus interest on $2161.29 from September 1, 1933 to December 31, 1933 is now due, owing and unpaid on said note and there is also secured by said Deed of Trust the Trustee's fee and expenses of sale, estimated at $223.00, together with $61.21 paid and advanced by the owner of said note in accordance with the provisions of said Deed of Trust, with interest on said last mentioned sum from March 14th, 1934. NOW THEREFORE, NOTICE IS HEREBY GIVEN that the said Orange County Title Company, by virtue of the authority vested in it as Trustee under said Deed of Trust, will sell at public auction, to the highest bidder for cash, lawful money of the United States on Anne Cushing laughed, for the first time in three long weeks and Barry Duane thought it was the loveliest laugh he had ever heard. "you really mustn't be worried about me," she said in that lovely voice. "I'm not a bit afraid of staying alone. thought I'd try to get a man and his wife. I meant to leave an advertisement for them before I started for the ranch. Can I do this?" Barry laughed. "No, I'm afraid you can't. There's no paper to advertise in, this side of the county seat. At least there's no printed one. The unofficial way is to mention whatever you want over at Jim Bagley's general store, and then wait for the returns to come in. Any other suggestions, Petry? How about Martha Larrabee?" "First rate!" Petry cheered visibly. "Martha ain't exactly a man and wife, but she's pretty near as good." He bent over and picked up a fat suitcase. Barney did the same. "And now," he said, "for Martha Larrabee and the general store." "This," said Anne Cushing to herself, "is a funny dream. Pretty soon I shall wake up and find that it isn't so at all." Her spirits had soared unaccountably. She wanted to laugh as she was politely herded toward the shabby car. It was less than five minutes since she had stepped from the train and here she was, trotting confidently along with two perfect strangers who had taken herself, and luggage and apparently all her problems into their capable hands. At the far end of the straggling street a wooden cottage, better kept than most, sat a little back in a yard where neat borders of flowers had been encouraged to grow. They stopped. Petry went in. He was gone five minutes. Anne began to wonder what was happening. Suppose the efficient Mrs. Larrabee should decline to come? The front door opened and a woman came out. She was tall and comfortably plump, with greyed brown hair and an air of practical competence. Her face was strong and shrewd, and not without humor. Petry came out behind her, with an uncertain grin on his homely face. Evidently the redoubtable Martha had declined to commit herself. "This is the lady, Martha. Miss Cushing, this is Mis' Larrabee." "I hope you can come, Mrs. Larrabee. I really don't know what there is to be done yet..." Martha looked at the girl in the car, a small and slightly anxious face. "I'll come," she said briefly, and permitted a grim quirk of a smile as she nodded to the car's owner. She went but which are not registered until after the first Monday in March will be required to provide a personal property tax clearance certificate. Bevans points out that annually 110,-000 out-of-state cars obtain non-resident permits in California and that 75,-000 obtain fee paid licenses. tartly. "Girls look like that and wear clothes like that don't go streak-in' off to out-of-the-way places unless there's somethin' queer back of it. The loungers around the store preserved a polite silence. "And what's more," said the lady heatedly, "that suit she wears is handsome, just handsome, but when she took the coat off, while she was waitin' for Barry Duane to come back and dance around her, I looked inside of it to see where it come from, and the tag had been ripped off! That don't look like any accident to me." Fortunately for her peace of mind, the girl who called herself Anne Cushing had no suspicion of the too eager eye which found that evidence of a discarded identity in her coat. She did have a faintly disagreeable memory of a sharp-faced woman who had been rather offensive inquisitive but that could have meant no more than the ill-restrained curiosity of a small-town gossip. She put it behind her, and settled back contentedly. Marston, low against its sands, had vanished in a sprawling blur. The old car made excellent time. Petry was driving. Martha Larrabee sat beside him. Barry Duane sat with Anne in the rear seat. Blazing sunlight beat down, and a long plume of dust waved and wavered in their wake. The road ran on ahead of them, mile after mile, with nothing to impede their view. There was not a house in sight, nothing moving. In the opulent flare of sunshine distance took on strange colors, turning to purple in the folds of those sudden hills. "You are in the Juniper Valley now," Duane told her. "You must remember that, because it is your next-door neighbor. A few thousand years ago there was a river here, but it has been dry a long time. I suppose it looks pretty ugly to you, but it has its points, and after the rains it will be streaked with purple and gold." "Purple and gold." She narrowed thoughtful eyes and stared at it, half dreaming. "No, I don't think it is ugly. It's fascinating. It's empty and brooding and rather terrible, but it beckons you. It keeps promising you something, and but which are not registered until after the first Monday in March will be required to provide a personal property tax clearance certificate. Bevans points out that annually 110,-000 out-of-state cars obtain non-resident permits in California and that 75,-000 obtain fee paid licenses. NOW THEREFORE, NOTICE IS HEREBY GIVEN that the said Orange County Title Company, by virtue of the authority vested in it as Trustee under said Deed of Trust, will sell at public auction, to the highest bidder for cash, lawful money of the United States, on the 23rd day of July, 1934, at the hour of eleven o'clock A.M., of said day at the North entrance of the Hall of Records in the City of Santa Ana, California, all of the interest conveyed to it by said Deed of Trust in and to all the following described property situated in the City of Anaheim, County of Orange, State of California, described as follows, to-wit: The Southerly 60 feet of Lots One Hundred Four (104) and One Hundred Five (105) in Block "H" of "Helmann & George's Map of Addition Building Lots," as shown on a Map recorded in Book 2, page 249 of Miscellaneous Records of Los Angeles County, California. or so much of said property as shall be necessary to be sold to provide a sum sufficient to pay the total amount secured by said Deed of Trust. Dated this 27th day of June, 1934. ORANGE COUNTY TITLE COMPANY, (Corporate By H. A. GARDNER. Seal) President. By GEO. A. PARKER, Secretary. 6/28, 7/5-12, 34 NOTICE OF SALE BY TRUSTEE NOTICE IS HEREBY GIVEN that on the 16th day of July, 1934, at the hour of 10:00 o'clock A.M. of said day, at the North entrance to the Hall of Records, in the City of Santa Ana, County of Orange, State of California, the BANK OF AMERICA NATIONAL TRUST AND SAVINGS ASSOCIATION (the successor to all the rights, powers and duties of The First National Bank of Anaheim, a corporation, organized and existing at the time of the execution of the deed of trust hereinafter referred to) as Trustee under a certain Deed of Trust executed by J.W. STEIN and EDITH STEIN, husband and wife, and recorded December 20, 1927, in Book 118, page 92 of Official Records of Orange County, California, which was given to secure a promissory note for the sum of $1,100.00, with interest at the rate of eight per cent per his homely face. Evidently the redoubtable Martha had declined to commit herself. "This is the lady, Martha. Miss Cushing, this is Mis' Larrabee." "I hope you can come, Mrs. Larrabee. I really don't know what there is to be done yet..." Martha looked at the girl in the car, a small and slightly anxious face. "I'll come," she said briefly, and permitted a grim quirk of a smile as she nodded to the car's owner. She went on briskly, calmly taking the situation in hand. "You wait here for me, and I'll go with you to the store. It won't take me two minutes." She went back into the house. Such trifling matters as wages, duties and hours had evidently not entered into her decision at all. "Passed with honors!" said Barry Duane. "Martha came out to look over, and if she hadn't liked your looks you couldn't have argued her into coming at any price. She laughed and sobered, looking out at the endless waste that went on and onto the hazy distance. "I knew I was under inspection. I was so afraid I wouldn't pass muster I scarcely dared breathe. She looks so—dependable. "Martha's pure gold—and here she comes. Now, for the store and your supplies. Another half hour and we'll be on our way." They were off in much less time than that, thanks to Martha Larrabee's brisk supervision. Marston's brief sensation was over, at least for the time being, but the reprecussions still echoed. All Marston knew it now. A pretty young thing with a soft voice and delicate hands had bought the Simpson ranch, thirty miles out across the Junipero, and expected to run it. Male Marston admired, but shook its head. Female Marston sniffed. "Looks like she had money," said Jim Bagley hopefully. "She sure is pretty." "She's too pretty," said his wife door neighbor. A few thousand years ago there was a river here, but it has been dry a long time. I suppose it looks pretty ugly to you, but it has its points, and after the rains it will be streaked with purple and gold." "Purple and gold." She narrowed thoughtful eyes and stared at it, half dreaming. "No, I don't think it is ugly. It's fascinating. It's empty and brooding and rather terrible, but it beckons you. It keeps promising you something, and you want to go on and on until you find it." The grey eyes warmed. They almost blazed. She had a quick feeling that somewhere behind this pleasant, brown young man there was an eager little boy, rather pathetically anxious to have someone admire a thing he loved, but with all a little boy's sensitiveness to rebuff. That was curious, when in other ways he seemed so completely poised and assured, quite as much so as any man she knew. She wondered what had happened, to make him feel like that. Continued Next Week NOTICE BOARD OF EQUALIZATION Notice is hereby given that the Board of Supervisors of Orange County will meet as a Board of Equalization commencing at noon Monday July 2nd, 1934 and will continue in session as such Board of Equalization up to and including Monday July 16th, 1934. By order of the Board of Supervisors of Orange County, California. J. M. BACKS, Clerk of the Board of Supervisors. 6/28-2t NOTICE OF SALE OF REAL PROPERTY BY TRUSTEE UNDER DEED OF TRUST TRUST NO. 801 WHEREAS, CHARLES W. HILL by Deed of Trust, dated October 10th, 1930, TION, (the successor to all the rights, powers and duties of The First National Bank of Anaheim, a corporation, organized and existing at the time of the execution of the deed of trust hereafter referred to) as Trustee under a certain Deed of Trust executed by J. W. STEIN and EDITH STEIN, husband and wife, and recorded December 20, 1927, in Book 118, page 92 of Official Records of Orange County, California, which was given to secure a promissory note for the sum of $1,100.00, with interest at the rate of eight per cent per annum, principal and interest being payable in monthly installments of $12.85 each, on the first day of each and every month, beginning December 1, 1927, in accordance with the terms of said deed of trust, and in compliance with a notice of default and demand for sale of the property in the said deed of trust and hereinafter described, recorded on March 14, 1934, in Book 666, page 73 of Official Records of Orange County, California, executed by the owner and holder of said note on account of the default in the payment of the installation which became due and payable under the terms of said note on February 1, 1933, and all payments due subsequently thereto, there being a total sum of $769.63 due and unpaid on the 26th day of February, 1934, and all payments due subsequently thereto, will sell at public auction, for cash, lawful money of the United States, and to the highest bidder, subject to liens and encumbrances prior to said deed of trust, the following described property, situate in the County of Orange, State of California: Lot No. 62 of Tract No. 714, Homewood, as shown on a Map recorded in Book 21, page 12 of Miscellaneous Maps, Records of Orange County, California, or so much thereof as shall be necessary to pay the principal, interest, advances, charges, costs and trustee's fees due and unpaid at the date of said sale. Dated June 18, 1934. BANK OF AMERICA NATIONAL TRUST AND PAGE FIVE 1930, in Book Special Records of California, did grant property therein and to the Orange Bay, as Trustee, to obligations, the necessary note dated payable to THE ASSURANCE UNITED STATES, principal sum of at the rate of capital and interest installments of $27.72 of each month be paid; and has occurred in of principal and note on October a paid; and Equitable Life of the United States said note hereto-said Trustee sell March 26th, 1934, office of the County in Book 664, records thereof, a and of its elec-perty to be sold months have now赦dation of said $2060.29 principal from December on $2161.29 from December 31, 1933 unpaid on said secured by said Trustee's fee andimated at $223.00, said and advanced note in accordions of said Deed set on said last March 14th, 1934. NOTE IS the said Orange by virtue of the Trustee under will sell at public bidder for cash, United States on SAVINGS ASSOCIATION, By R. D. Fuller, Trust Officer, And W. Dale Bell, Assistant Trust Officer. (Successor to The First National Bank of Anaheim, a corporation). 6/21-28; 7/5-12, 1934. NOTICE OF SALE OF REAL PROPERTY BY TRUSTEE UNDER DEED OF TRUST TRUST NO. 601 WHEREAS, J. WARNER SWAIN, a single man, by Deed of Trust, dated August 30th, 1929, recorded September 5th, 1929 in Book 305, page 272 of Official Records of Orange County, California, did grant and convey the property therein and hereinafter described, to the Orange County Title Company, as Trustee, to secure, among other obligations, the payment of one promissory note dated August 30th, 1929, payable to HOME MUTUAL BUILDING AND LOAN ASSOCIATION OF SANTA ANA, or order, for the principal sum of $2200.00, with interest at the rate of 7.8% per annum, principal and interest due in monthly installments of $27.50 each on the 1st day of each month beginning December 1st, 1929; and WHEREAS, default has occurred in that the installment of principal and interest due on said note on October 1st, 1932, has not been paid; and WHEREAS, PACIFIC STATES SAVINGS AND LOAN COMPANY, then owner and holder of said note heretofore demanded that said Trustee sell said property and on June 12th, 1933, duly recorded in the office of the County Recorder of said County, in Book 617, page 462 of Official Records thereof, a notice of said default and of its election to cause said property to be sold and more than three months have now elapsed since the recordation of said notice. The sum of $1758.55 principal line of poles over and across Lot One (1) in Block Sixty (60) of the "Buena Park Tract," conveyed by J. F. Simpson to the Southern California Edison Company, by deed recorded in Book 178, page 40 of Deeds, records of Orange County, California, or so much of said property as shall be necessary to be sold to provide a sum sufficient to pay the total amount secured by said Deed of Trust. Dated this 20th day of June, 1934. ORANGE COUNTY TITLE COMPANY, (Corporate By H. A. GARDNER, Seal) President. By GEO. A. PARKER, Secretary. 6/28, 7/5-12, 1934 TREASURY DEPARTMENT Office of the Comptroller of the Currency Washington, D. C. May 31, 1934. Notice is hereby given to all persons who may have claims against "Anaheim First National Bank," Anaheim, California, that the same must be presented to J. V. Hogan, Receiver, with the legal proof thereof within three months from this date or they may be disallowed. J. F. T. O'CONNOR, Comptroller of the Currency. 5/31-9/6, 1934, Inclusive. WHEREAS, PACIFIC STATES SAVINGS AND LOAN COMPANY, then owner and holder of said note heretofore demanded that said Trustee sell said property and on June 12th, 1933, duly recorded in the office of the County Recorder of said County, in Book 617, page 462 of Official Records thereof, a notice of said default and of its election to cause said property to be sold and more than three months have now elapsed since the recordation of said notice. The sum of $1758.55 principal less $20.07 credit from installment share, and interest thereon from September 5th, 1932, is now due, owing and unpaid on said note and there is also secured by said Deed of Trust the Trustee's fee and expenses of sale, estimated at $203.00. 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