anaheim-gazette 1934-07-26

FIFTH INSTALLMENT SYNOPSIS—Three weeks after a cream colored roadster had been found wrecked in the sea at the foot of a cliff, a girl calling herself Anne Cushing appears at the desert town Marsston. She has bought, sight unseen, a ranch located thirty miles away. Barry Duane, her nearest neighbor and his man, Boone Petry procure a reliable woman for her and in Barry's car, loaded down with supplies, they start across the desert. In Marston her reticence has aroused suspicion. Barry's chair went back with a rasp. "I'll be with you," he said briefly, and was close on Petry's helms as he went back to the corral. It was the same corral where Comet had formerly been kept, and from which he had whickered a shrill welcome whenever Barry had approached. The sound came at that instant, as clear as a bugle call. "That's not Captain!" They exchange a quick glance. There were only a dozen horses in the corral. Captain was there, close to a riderless horse. Without a word the two men examined him. Comet had come by a rough way. Saddle and stirrups, glossy hide and dalnty hoofs, they missed nothing in their quick search for evidence. "The saddle is all right," said Barry presently. His throat felt harsh and dry. "It couldn't have slipped. Of course she might have been thrown." where nearer by a single shot rang clear. The sharp sound brought her to her feet, stumbling with sleep and fatigue. Another sound was beating lightly and steadily against her ears. The click of a horses' hoofs on rock. Going away from her! "Anne! Anne!" "I'm coming! Barry!" She began to run, slipping and sliding down the slope, smooth with fallen pine needles, forgetful of the impetus of her own rush and the sheer-dropping ledge at the foot. That was when Barry saw her. There were, after all, to be more poignant moments in Barry Duane's life, but none that could so shrink time into its racing seconds. Through the scattered pines he had caught sight of a small running figure, racing in headlong haste down a slip-pery incline. Going too fast, if she were going to pull up well inside the ledge. God! if she should go over! His heart seemed to stand still as Captain's long legs bounded over the intervening space. He put Captain to the very edge, thrusting in between. Barry heard her say "Oh!" in a horrified voice, and caught her with one arm as he swung down. "Anne, darling!" "Oh, Barry!" She clung to him, burying her face tightly against his shoulder. "I knew you would come soon!" checked ardor of the night wandered over toward C that new look in his eyes. The pinto was stand where he had been left, an impatient stamp now remind them that motion ness and he was all read. "Look at him! He does to be ashamed. Rascal, y when we start out again out of the saddle for a s dropping those reins over Barry watched her as she ingratiating muzzle. "Then the morale is all 'Oh, yes, for riding.' at him with a very small still think that mountain much over-rated sport, be last." "Then how about my for you in a few days, as feeling yourself again, for trip and lunch at the Peat." "All day? What about?" "What you need now sides, if you don't come any excuse to play around He smiled." Why shouldn't she? O seeing a man because of mentary love-making. "I'd really love to. Thu." "Thursday. I'll come right after breakfast. N have to get back. I'll put corral first." They exchange a quick glance. There were only a dozen horses in the corral. Captain was there, close to a riderless horse. Without a word the two men examined him. Comet had come by a rough way. Saddle and stirrups, glossy hide and dalty hoofs, they missed nothing in their quick search for evidence. "The saddle is all right," said Barry presently. His throat felt harsh and dry. "It couldn't have slipped. Of course—she might have been thrown." "Comet's awful sure footed." Petry was cautious. "And he don't buck, scarcely ever. See that?" He pointed to a streak on one hoof. "Wherever else he's been, he's come through Pulpit Pass. There ain't another stretch of dirt like that in fifty miles. Better go that way." Barry was already in the corral. He was saddling Captain, his fingers working with swift precision. "Ling!" Ling came pattering at the peremptory call. "Light up every room in the house. The lady at Trail's End is lost." That was all that he would admit. The illuminated house might be a futile gesture but if she had strayed anywhere near the Perch she might see that blaze of friendly light and take comfort. "Take a gun," he said to Petry. "Then we can signal to each other. The one who finds her will fire two shots and the other will answer. Single shots will be location signals." A scurry of hoofs and he was off. They branched into different trails, peering, shouting, calling her name. Only echoes answered. All that Barry could be sure of was that Anne must have been taking the same route that they had followed on their first ride, since that was the only trail which would be likely to take her through Pulpit Pass. If she were unconscious, or worse, he might easily pass her by, but it was impossible to wait calmly for the light. Just one thing was becoming increasingly clear to him, and that was that the most precious thing in the world to him was Anne Cushing, and that the thought of harm coming to her was unbearable. He raised his voice in a call. "Anne! Anne!" The echoes flung it back at him mockingly. "Anne! Anne! Anne!" Hope had slipped from Anne with the vanishing sun. How many miles she had walked and climbed and stumbled since she had faced that blank wall of rock she had no means of knowing. "Oh, Barry!" She clung to him, burying her face tightly against his shoulder. "I knew you would come soon!" "Of course I'd come. There, it's all over." "But I—I forgot the ledge, and then I couldn't stop. Only I'd been asleep, and I woke up and heard you going on—" "I know. But you're safe now, precious. Everything's all right. Everything—" He had both arms around her now. For a moment she lay there, close and still. Then with a little quiver she raised her head, and her hands slid away from their drowning clutch of him. "I ought to be scolded instead of comforted." She straightened up and laughed shakily. "If you didn't come racing back in time, Barry—" "If I hadn't, life wouldn't mean much to me now." She looked up at him with wide dark eyes, heavy with fatigue, and her head moved in a faint negation. He felt her slipping away from him, and he did not know just why. It was no time for lover's opportunities. Barry said 'Steady, boy,' to Captain and reached for something. "I'd better signal Petry that the lost is found." Two shots cracked and echoed. The answer came from far on the right. One shot and a pause, and then a staccato outburst of rejoicing. Barry laughed. "Boone is happy. Now we're going back to Trail's End, and I am going to carry you. Here, put this on first." "This" was his own coat. "I won't!" "Orders!" He bent down and swept her up in front of him, swinging her across so that she lay like a child in his arms. She looked up to protest, but already they had started. Once he looked down and smiled, and after that she did not looked up again. Barry loved her, and she couldn't—she couldn't... She lay passively against him for mile after mile, with her cheek pressing his shoulder and a dull ache in her heart. The next morning was an awakening to strange aches and unsuspected ledges... God! if she should go over His heart-seemed to stand still as Captain's long legs bounded over the intervening space. He put Captain to the very edge, thrusting in between. Barry heard her say "Oh!" in a horrified voice, and caught her with one arm as he swung down. "Anne, darling!" "Oh, Barry!" She clung to him, burying her face tightly against his shoulder. "I knew you would come soon!" "Of course I'd come. There, it's all over." "But I—I forgot the ledge, and then I couldn't stop. Only I'd been asleep, and I woke up and heard you going on—" "I know. But you're safe now, precious. Everything's all right. Everything—" He had both arms around her now. For a moment she lay there, close and still. Then with a little quiver she raised her head, and her hands slid away from their drowning clutch of him. "I ought to be scolded instead of comforted." She straightened up and laughed shakily. "If you didn't come racing back in time, Barry—" "If I hadn't, life wouldn't mean much to me now." She looked up at him with wide dark eyes, heavy with fatigue, and her head moved in a faint negation. He felt her slipping away from him, and he did not know just why. It was no time for lover's opportunities. Barry said 'Steady, boy,' to Captain and reached for something. "I'd better signal Petry that the lost is found." Two shots cracked and echoed. The answer came from far on the right. One shot and a pause, and then a staccato outburst of rejoicing. Barry laughed. "Boone is happy. Now we're going back to Trail's End, and I am going to carry you. Here, put this on first." "This" was his own coat. "I won't!"! "Orders!" He bent down and swept her up in front of him, swinging her across so that she lay like a child in his arms. She looked up to protest, but already they had started. Once he looked down and smiled, and after that she did not looked up again. Barry loved her, and she couldn't—she couldn't... She lay passively against him for mile after mile, with her cheek pressing his shoulder and a dull ache in her heart. The next morning was an awakening to strange aches and unsuspected ledges... God! if she should go over His heart-seemed to stand still as Captain's long legs bounded over the intervening space. He put Captain to the very edge, thrusting in between. Barry heard her say "Oh!" in a horrified voice, and caught her with one arm as he swung down. "Anne, darling!" "Oh, Barry!" She clung to him, burying her face tightly against his shoulder. "I knew you would come soon!" "Of course I'd come. There, it's all over." "But I—I forgot the ledge, and then I couldn't stop. Only I'd been asleep, and I woke up and heard you going on—" "I know. But you're safe now, precious. Everything's all right. Everything—" He had both arms around her now. For a moment she lay there, close and still. Then with a little quiver she raised her head, and her hands slid away from their drowning clutch of him. "I ought to be scolded instead of comforted." She straightened up and laughed shakily. "If you didn't come racing back in time, Barry—" "If I hadn't, life wouldn't mean much to me now." She looked up at him with wide dark eyes, heavy with fatigue, and her head moved in a faint negation. He felt her slipping away from him, and he did not know just why. It was no time for lover's opportunities. Barry said 'Steady, boy,' to Captain and reached for something. "I'd better signal Petry that the lost is found." Two shots cracked and echoed. The answer came from far on the right. One shot and a pause, and then a staccato outburst of rejoicing. Barry laughed. "Boone is happy. Now we're going back to Trail's End, and I am going to carry you. Here, put this on first." "This" was his own coat. "I won't!"! "Orders!" He bent down and swept her up in front of him, swinging her across so that she lay like a child in his arms. She looked up to protest, but already they had started. Once he looked down and smiled, and after that she did not looked up again. Barry loved her, and she couldn't—she couldn't... She lay passively against him for mile after mile, with her cheek pressing his shoulder and a dull ache in her heart. The next morning was an awakening to strange aches and unsuspected ledges... God! if she should go over His heart-seemed to stand still as Captain's long legs bounded over the intervening space. He put Captain to the very edge, thrusting in between. Barry heard her say "Oh!" in a horrified voice, and caught her with one arm as he swung down. "Anne, darling!" "Oh, Barry!" She clung to him, burying her face tightly against his shoulder. "I knew you would come soon!" "Of course I'd come. There, it's all over." "But I—I forgot the ledge, and then I couldn't stop. Only I'd been asleep, and I woke up and heard you going on—" "I know. But you're safe now, precious. Everything's all right. Everything—" He had both arms around her now. For a moment she lay there, close and still. Then with a little quiver she raised her head, and her hands slid away from their drowning clutch of him. "I ought to be scolded instead of comforted." She straightened up and laughed shakily. "If you didn't come racing back in time, Barry—" "If I hadn't, life wouldn't mean much to me now." She looked up at him with wide dark eyes, heavy with fatigue, and her head moved in a faint negation. He felt her slipping away from him, and he did not know just why. It was no time for lover's opportunities. Barry said 'Steady, boy,' to Captain and reached for something. "I'd better signal Petry that the lost is found." Two shots cracked and echoed. The answer came from far on the right. One shot and a pause, and then a staccato outburst of rejoicing. Barry laughed. "Boone is happy. Now we're going back to Trail's End, and I am going to carry you. Here, put this on first." "This" was his own coat. "I won't!"! "Orders!" He bent down and swept her up in front of him, swinging her across so that she lay like a child in his arms. She looked up to protest, but already they had started. Once he looked down and smiled, and after that she did not looked up again. Barry loved her, and she couldn't—she couldn't... She lay passively against him for mile after mile, with her cheek pressing his shoulder and a dull ache in her heart. The next morning was an awakening to strange aches and unsuspected ledges... God! if she should go over His heart-seemed to stand still as Captain's long legs bounded over the intervening space. He put Captain to the very edge, thrusting in between. Barry heard her say "Oh!" in a horrified voice, and caught her with one arm as he swung down. "Anne, darling!" "Oh，Barry!" She clung to him，burying her face tightly against his shoulder。 "I knew you would come soon！" "Of course I'd come。There，isn't just as soon！" "It looks sounded hard unusual for Barry。They horses和went back thru again。 Presently Anne caught gleam. "Oh，beautiful！Is that！I knew you'd like it！" It lay like a jewel at the head of it，topping the ed slope，was a two-stope peeled logs，built on br lines。 "We welcome Eagle's swung off quickly和 hands for her。" Make your precious thing in the world to him was Anne Cushing, and that the thought of harm coming to her was unbearable. He raised his voice in a call. "Anne! Anne!" The echoes flung it back at him mockingly. "Anne! Anne! Anne!" Hope had slipped from Anne with the vanishing sun. How many miles she had walked and climbed and stumbled since she had faced that blank wall of rock she had no means of knowing. And then night had come. Her clothing was torn by thorny branches, and she fairly reeled with fatigue. "Martha will know that something is wrong," she reminded herself firmly. "Perhaps Comet will go home. Of course he will." She caught her breath sharply as the realization pressed home. There was no telephone at Trail's End. No car. Martha could do nothing, unless she could catch and saddle one of the old horses and find her way to Eagle's Perch. A chill wind set the tree tops whispering. Anne shivered and began looking around for a sheltered spot in which to spend the night. On her left, half-way up the slope, there was a dark blotch which looked like a clump of close-growing evergreens. She made her way toward them cautiously. There was a tiny clear space inside, shut in and ringed around by those shaggy branches. One might even feel around for a comparatively soft spot and lie down, curled into a snug ball. Anything for rest. Little by little, sheer weariness overcame her. The rustling sounds of the night lost their menace, and grew fainter and fainter. Anne slept. It was not a peaceful sleep. Now and then she stirred restlessly, tossed, sighed, and lay still again. A voice drifted down on the wind, calling "Anne! Anne!" but she did not hear it. From somewhere in the distance came a faint crack of sound, and from some- DOROTHY DARNIT ANAHEIM GAZETTE Imperial County Added To Primary Drought Listings 11 Counties In California Now Qualify to Benefit by Special Relief Imperial county, California, is one of 64 additional counties in six Middle Western and Far Western states which have been added to territories already characterized as "primary drought areas." It is announced by the farm credit administration. This is the only extension of such territory in the four states of the eleventh district. There are now 21 counties in Utah, 11 each in Nevada and Arizona and 11 in California qualified to benefit under the special relief fund of $525,000,000 voted by the recent congress and administered by the farm credit administration. Stockmen and farmers in drought areas may secure loans for purchase of feed for starving livestock and for production of forage crops. No chattel mortgage is required as security against such emergency loans, but the administration accepts the borrower's promissory note, maturing November 1, 1935, with interest at 5½ per cent. Applications are received by local county committees already set up and forward to regional emergency crop loans offices in Salt Lake City and — for Arizona — Dallas, Texas. Dates of U. S. C. Tests Announced Scholastic aptitude tests required of all freshman students entering the University of Southern California and the U. S. C. junior college are to be given each Saturday morning at 8:45 IN THE SUPERIOR COURT OF THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA In and for the County of Orange NO. A 4035 NOTICE FOR PUBLICATION OF TIME OF PROVING WILL, ETC. In the Matter of the Estate of JOHN S. SHERIDAN, also known as J. S. SHERIDAN, Deceased. Notice is hereby given that Friday, the 10th day of August, 1934, at 10 A.M. of said day, at the Court room of this Court in the Department of the Presiding Judge thereof, in the City of Santa Ana, County of Orange, State of California, has been appointed as the time and place for hearing the application of Leo J. Sheridan praying that a document now on file in this Court, purporting to be the Last Will and Testament of the said deceased, be admitted to probate, that Letters of Administration with the will annexed be issued thereon to said Leo J. Sheridan at which time and place all persons interested therein may appear and contest the same. Dated July 23rd, 1934. J. M.-BACKS, County Clerk. STEPHEN GALLAGHER, Attorney for Petitioner. 7/26, 8/2-9 TREASURY DEPARTMENT Office of the Comptroller of the Curregy Washington, D. C. May 31, 1934. Notice is hereby given to all persons who may have claims against "Anahiem 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. "All day? What about work?" "What you need now is play. Besides, if you don't come I shan't have any excuse to play around myself." He smiled. Why shouldn't she? One didn't stop seeing a man because of a little fragmentary love-making. "I'd really love to. Thursday?" "Thursday. I'll come down for you right after breakfast. Now I shall have to get back. I'll put Comet in the corral first." "Barry!" "Yes!" He stopped and looked back, his eyes warming. "I haven't even attempted to thank you. You understand, don't you?" He gathered her hands into both of his and held them close together. "I don't want to be thanked. Just seeing you back here ought to be thanks enough for anybody. Good-bye." He gave her fingers a quick squeeze and let them go. Then he was off with Comet to the corral. They did not skirt the desert this time, but turned directly into the hills, until Anne had lost all sense of direction. Late in the morning they were standing at the mouth of the pass, with rumbled ridges, and beyond the ridges another blank stretch of desert sand and sparse vegetation. It lay in a rough triangle, bounded on two sides by hills. "It looks like a little Juniper." Anne exclaimed. "A wicked little Junipero." "That's the Pines Valley, but it's larger than it looks. If you were down there, you might find an occasional surveyor's stake, or even the remains of a shack or two. That's all there is of the town of Duane. Ever heard of it?" "No, I haven't." "I'll tell you after we get up to the Perch. There's nothing more to see down there—it's just as dead as it looks." His voice sounded hard. That was unusual for Barry. They turned their horses and went back through the pass again. Presently Anne caught a sapphire gleam. "Oh, beautiful! Is that Eagle Lake?" "I knew you'd like it." It lay like a jewel at their feet. At the head of it, topping the pine-carpeted slope, was a two-storied house of peeled logs, built on broad, generous lines. "We welcome to Eagle's Perch." Barry awung off quickly and held up both hands for her. "Make yourself at home forward to regional emergency crop loans offices in Salt Lake City and — for Arizona — Dallas, Texas." Dates of U. S. C. Tests Announced Scholastic aptitude tests required of all freshman students entering the University of Southern California and the U. S. C. junior college are to be given each Saturday morning at 8:45 o'clock in room 206 Bovard administration building, beginning July 28, it was announced by Dr. Frank C. Touton, vice-president of U. S. C. Preliminary plans for the opening of the fall semester at the Trojan institution have been completed with the announcement of "Freshman Week" dates as September 18 to 21. College Entrance Board examinations for students seeking admission by that means will be held on Monday, Sept. 17. Bulletins for the 1934-1935 school year of the 23 schools and colleges, and various departments of U. S. C. are now available it was announced by Dr. H.W. Hill, university editor. Cotton Acreage of State Is Growing California's cotton acreage this year will exceed that of 1933 by a very small amount, according to an estimate announced at the state department of agriculture by the federal-state crop reporting service. Cotton acreage in this state is estimated by Statistician R. E. Blair as 225,000 acres. Last year the total cotton acreage on July 1 was set at 223,000, resulting in 208,000 acres being harvested after the "plow-out" campaign and a small abandonment. The Lower California, Mexico cotton crop, much of which is marketed through California channels, is estimated this year at 62,000 acres as compared with 54,000 acres on July 1, 1933. to explore. She looked around the big living room with a faint sense of surprise. It was spacious and restful, furnished with a man's idea of comfort, but the things in it had never been bought in Marston, nor even in the more up and coming county seat. There were books and magazines scattered around. Some of the books looked technical and dry; others were more promising. "Like it?" That was Barry's voice Presently Anne caught a sapphire gleam. "Oh, beautiful! Is that Eagle Lake?" "I knew you'd like it." It lay like a jewel at their feet. At the head of it, topping the pine-carpeted slope, was a two-storied house of weeled logs, built on broad, generous lines. "Welcome to Eagle's Perch." Barry swung off quickly and held up both hands for her. "Make yourself at home while I put up the horses. Oh, Ling!" This as a bland yellow face appeared, hovering back of an open door. "See that Miss Cushing gets anything she wants. Miss Anne Cushing, this is Ling Foo, the best all-round cook west of the Atlantic. We'll eat on the veranda, Ling." "Alli', boss." Ling grinned briefly at the compliment, said "How do" politely. Anne felt a bright and speculative eye taking her measure. "I shan't need anything, Ling Foo." "Alli', Missy." The bright eyes were benevolent. 'Ling ducked his head and padded softly away, and Anne was free to explore. She looked around the big living room with a faint sense of surprise. It was spacious and restful, furnished with a man's idea of comfort, but the things in it had never been bought in Marson, nor even in the more up and coming county seat. There were books and magazines scattered around. Some of the books looked technical and dry, others were more promising. "Like it?" That was Barry's voice behind her. "How could I help liking it? It's perfect." "That's a large order," he laughed. "My uncle was a collector of Indian rugs and things in a small way, and he picked up the Spanish stuff, too." They went out, wandering over scented pine needles, down to the lake and up the slope again, answering the mellow music of a Chinese gong. Barry chuckled. "You've made an impression on Ling. Usually he just sticks his head out of the door and yells 'Aleddy!'" Continued Next Week DARNIT I'll get the Dunga din gang after you GO AND GET EM I AIN'T AFRAID OF EM YOU JES' WAIT! DAT'S RIGHT. GANG PUT ON YOUR GAS MASKS HER FATHER OWN'S A CHEESE FACTORY - FORWARD- CHAS. H. MANN, Mayor of the City of Anaheim. Attest: CHARLES E. GRIFFITH, City Clerk of the City of Anaheim. STATE OF CALIFORNIA. COUNTY OF ORANGE. CITY OF ANAHEIM. I. CHARLES E. GRIFFITH, City Clerk of the City of Anaheim, do hereby certify that the foregoing ordinance was introduced at a regular meeting of the City Council of the City of Anaheim held on the 10th day of July, 1934, and that the same was duly passed and adopted at a regular meeting of said City Council held on the 24th day of July, 1934, by the following vote: AYES: Councilmen Mann, Martenet, Jr., Yungbluth, Sheridan, Cook. NOES: Councilmen None. ABSENT AND NOT VOTING: Councilmen None. And I further certify that the Mayor of the City of Anaheim signed and approved said ordinance on the 24th day of July, 1934. IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand and affixed the seal of said City of Anaheim this 24th day of July, 1934. CHARLES E. GRIFFITH, City Clerk of the City of Anaheim. 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. 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THE SHIPMENTS OF CALIFORNIA GRAPES TO MARKETS OUTSIDE OF THE STATE AMOUNT TO MORE THAN 50,000 CARLOADS A YEAR. OUR FACT-FINDING IS OVER FOR TODAY FOLKS - NOW THE SHIPMENTS OF CALIFORNIA GRAPES TO MARKETS OUTSIDE OF THE STATE AMOUNT TO MORE THAN 50,000 CARLOADS A YEAR. A BANANA PLANT PRODUCES A SINGLE BUNCH OF BANANAS. AS THE BUNCH GROWS ITS WEIGHT DOUBLES THE STEM SO THAT THE BUNCH HANGS DOWN. OUR FACT-FINDING IS OVER FOR TODAY FOLKS - NOW TO GET BACK HOME AND PREPARE FOR THE NEXT TRIP. By Charles McManus NOW LET EM START SOMETHING AH'S DE ENGINE. CHAS McManus.