anaheim-gazette 1934-08-02

Anaheim, Calif., August 2, 1934 TRAIL'S END by AGNES LOUISE PROVOST SIXTH 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 Marston. She aroused suspicion. Barry and Anne ed 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 has aroused suspicion. Barry and Anne become more than neighbors, and when Anne is lost in the hills and rescued by Barry, each realizes that something more than friendship exists between them. A quiet mood seemed to have descended on Barry. When the coffee was finished he smoked for a few moments in silence, his eyes coming back every few seconds to the clear little profile turned toward him. Anne felt that restless scrutiny. "Weren't you," she asked suddenly, "going to tell me about the town of Duane?" "So I was." He shifted his position. "It's just the story of a man who wanted to turn a desert into a garden. He was my uncle, Robert Duane. He worked like a giant for it, and died broken and ridiculed." His face was black as he stared down at the lake. Her throat felt stiff and dry. "Oh, Barry, please! We've been such good friends. Don't let's spoil it." "Oh—spoil it!" The wormth died out of his face. He looked stung and hurt, and suddenly tight lipped. "Sorry!" he said curtly. "I must have got the wrong idea. I thought—well, it's been rather nice, going around like this. I had a feeling... a hope ... it was getting to mean something to you, too... my conceit, probably." The words came jerkily. He looked up suddenly. "See here, is it because of somebody else, or just because I'm myself?" She shook her head. "There isn't anybody else. And I hate to hear you talk like that. Barry, isn't it possible to like—to be awfully fond of somebody without—" "Not for you and me." Barry looked at her moodily, softening because she really did look unhappy about it, and because she was so lovely—so damnably lovely. "All right," he said, and forced a smile. "We won't let it spoil things. It's not your fault if I don't make a hit with you. But don't think"—he reached out and laid a firm clasp on her wrist—"don't think that I'll give up without an everlastingly good try." She would not look at him. Couldn't he see that he was tearing her heart out? "It's no use, Barry, I like you awfully, but—" "I don't want to be liked," he said savagely. "I'd want you to be just as At one side of the Anne's dresses, fresh went into Anne's robe where they belonged akimbo, she looked at half concealed by a lay a folded newspap-ed it up. "I do wonder what that. Well, if it's in any secret." Martha sat down near only two sheets would be stale, but she it carefully. There which she skipped. Brutally shot down bold headline featured scandal, and a "myself had vanished into the smaller one noted the prominent financier. Had been drowned not yet been recovered man had offered a brief two inches of man found badly worn skirts of Ventura ha but refused to name screen luminary had final decree of divorce. Martha read patient Murders and suicid she sniffed. "I don't to cheer anybody up. There was a spot ward way — or rather — where Trail's End He detoured until h restless scrutiny. "Weren't you," she asked suddenly, "going to tell me about the town of Duane?" "So I was." He shifted his position. "It's just the story of a man who wanted to turn a desert into a garden. He was my uncle, Robert Duane. He worked like a giant for it, and died broken and ridiculed, and discredited." His face was black as he stared down at the lake. "He loved this country. He came here from the East years ago, and he came across this lake and took over a big tract of land. He saw that this lake was the biggest body of water in miles, but useless to those dry plains down there, and he began dreaming of the things that could be done." "I see," said Anne softly. "It was a big dream." "Yes, it was big. It was particularly big for one man to swing. He built this place, and after that I came and lived with him every summer." He stopped, frowning reminiscently. When they actually started work on the dam, people began to take serious notice. They remembered what was being done in the Imperial Valley, Eagle Lake swarmed with workers, and the dam grew. And then the big day came. "It was a great day. No matter what came of it, it can never be anything less than that. The signal was given and the water rushed down the sluiceways to make his wilderness blossom. Everybody cheered, and Uncle Bob gripped my shoulder and said, 'Barry, you and I believed in this when other people laughed. When I go, this is to be yours.'" Barry looked at her with a twisted grin. "So this is my inheritance, and anybody down in Marston would tell you that it's no better than junk. For after the first big moment, the tragedy came. The irrigation was there, but it didn't irrigate. The valley was full of gravel sinks that no one had suspected, and the water drained off as fast as it was run in. It was a complete, smashing failure." "Oh, how dreadful!" It was all that she found herself able to say. Barry threw away a half-consumed cigarette and arose. "The Uimos isn't the only stretch of arid land around here. There's the Junipero, bigger and better, and with a soil—it isn't really sand—that will give its very heart to you for a steady supply of water. I want to use this dam to irrigate the Junipero." "Oh, how dreadful!" It was all that she found herself able to say. Barry threw away a half-consumed cigarette and arose. "The Uimos isn't the only stretch of arid land around here. There's the Junipero, bigger and better, and with a soil—it isn't really sand—that will give its very heart to you for a steady supply of water. I want to use this dam to irrigate the Junipero." He ran a brown hand through his hair and laughed abruptly. "I suppose you think I'm chasing an elusive rainbow?" "Why shouldn't you, if you've found one that's worth chasing?" "You darling! His eyes kindled." "For these kind words..." She jumped up and gave him a prim little marionette's bow. "Come on, lazy, I want to go down by the lake again." He arose obligingly and followed her, overtaking her in two strides. They went down side by side, and where the pitch was steep he caught her arm in his. Within a few yards of the water's edge he spread out his coat for her to sit on and dropped down beside her. "Anne, will you marry me?" "You're a sudden person, Barry." She hedged for time. "Do you realize that we'd never met until a few weeks ago? Just four..." "Four days was enough for me. Anne, darling, I don't want to rush you, but you know how I feel, don't you? I love you. I keep seeing you here all the time, every day, every hour. You and I together... Anne!" Warmth flooded over her; there was a singing tingle in her veins. Why not? Who in that distant, outside world would ever know? Just the two of them, here in this secluded place. Temptation tugged at her. "Take your chance!" it whispered. "Take it..." And then recollection flooded back, srawling over her like an oily wave. "Anne, look at me!" ANAHEIM/GAZETTE At one side of the room hung two of Anne's dresses, freshly ironed. Martha went into Anne's room to put them where they belonged. Then, arms akimbo, she looked around. On a chair, half concealed by an orange cushion lay a folded newspaper. Martha picked it up. "I do wonder what started her off like that. Well, if it's in print it can't be any secret." Martha sat down to read. There were only two sheets of it and the news would be stale, but she plodded through it carefully. There was political news, which she skipped. Somebody had been brutally shot down in a hold-up. A bold headline featured the latest divorce scandal, and a "mystery woman" who had vanished into the blue; a much smaller one noted the death of a once prominent financier. Some young girl had been drowned and the body had not yet been recovered, and a very rich man had offered a reward for it. A brief two inches of type said that the man found badly wounded in the outskirts of Ventura had been identified, but refused to name his assailant. A screen luminary had just received his final decree of divorce. Martha read patiently. Murders and suicides and divorces!" she sniffed. "I don't see much in them to cheer anybody up. Hmp!" There was a spot on Barry's homeward way — or rather, out of his way — where Trail's End was in full view. He detoured until he reached it and "There isn't the least reason why we shouldn't be married right away. Is there? How about—tomorrow?" Tomorrow!" Anne sat up straight at that. "Indeed I won't! Do give me a minute to feel engaged." "I nearly lost you once, and I'm not taking any more chances. Wednesday, then." "Just quietly, Barry? Without any fuss at all?" "As quietly as you like. That suits me. We'll have a honeymoon at the Perch and take a trip later." "I don't want a trip. I'd rather stay right here." "No trip? Maybe you'll change your mind. There's lots of time... About that wedding day..." "Like his own way, doesn't he? I'm taking an awful chance... Monday?" "Monday. You know... it's going to be pretty nice, isn't it?" She nodded quickly. They sat there together like two children, suddenly shy. Continued Next Week NOTICE OF SALE OF REAL PROPERTY BY TRUSTEE UNDER DEED OF TRUST TRUST NO. 820 WHEREAS, PETE ANDERSON and ANNIE ANDERSON, husband and wife, and A. E. ARNOLD and CATHERINE ARNOLD, husband and wife, by Deed of Trust, dated October 19th, 1928, recorded November 8th, 1928, in Book 214, Page 202 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 19th, 1928 payable to Home Mutual Building and Loan Association of Santa Ana, or order, for the principal sum of $3500.00, with interest at Drought Serious But Not Cause of Alarm "Drought conditions on the livestock ranges of four western states as I have recently observed them are serious, but there is no cause for panic or undue alarm," said Intermediate Credit Commissioner George M. Brennan of the farm credit administration at Washington upon his arrival last week. "Together with Governor William I. Myers of the farm credit administration and Production Credit Commissioner S. M. Garwood," Commissioner Brennan continued, "I have just concluded a tour of inspection of livestock conditions in Colorado, New Mexico, Arizona and Utah. We talked with cattle and sheep owners at all points of our trip and had opportunity to see a good deal of the range country in the intermountain states. Though we saw plenty of evidence of drought, we found on the part of the livestock men a fortitude and unanimous determination to carry through present difficulties which I believe is characteristic of the type." man found badly wounded in the outskirts of Ventura had been identified, but refused to name his assailant. A screen luminary had just received his final decree of divorce. Martha read patiently. Murders and suicides and divorces!" she sniffed. "I don't see much in them to cheer anybody up. Himp!" There was a spot on Barry's homeward way — or rather, out of his way — where Trail's End was in full view. He detoured until he reached it and pulled up, half tempted to turn and ride down. Out from the modest group of low buildings a dancing speck came, a grill and a pinto horse. How Anne did love to ride! The pinto was sweeping on gloriously. They would pass almost beneath him. He turned Captain about. "Old man, if we go around by the trail it will take half an hour at your prettiest, but if we take the old slide we can join the lady pronto." Pronto was a word that Captain understood. He took the steep plunge valiantly and without a pause. "Hello. Any objection if I ride along?" Reckless cowboy, aren't you? Do you usually slide down half a mountainside to meet your friends? No, this is something special. Movie stuff," he added, deprecatingly, half ashamed of his dramatic plunge. "It was a real thrill, anyway, but for the first few seconds you had me well scared. Suppose Captain had stumbled, or anything?" Captain doesn't stumble or anything. "Comet doesn't tumble, either." Barry glanced up with a quick frown. "Pinto, we can't let these two beat us, can we?" "Don't think of trying such a thing!" His voice was rough with anxiety. "You did it." I've done it before," he said doggedly. "It's a fool trick anyway. One misstep, and you could be killed or crippled for the rest of your life. And I'd always have to remember that it had come about through an act of mine." Barry swung close, his fingers reaching for her hand. "You're precious to me, Anne, whether you want to be or not. Please promise that you won't try it. Not unless it's life or death." "I might promise that. I wasn't really going to anyway." She did not take her hand away, and he gathered up the other and held them together. "Is that all you can promise?" She looked slowly up at him. of Trust, dated October 19th, 1928, recorded November 8th, 1928 in Book 214. Page 202 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 19th, 1928 payable to Home Mutual Building and Loan Association of Santa Ana, or order, for the principal sum of $3500.00, with interest at the rate of 7.8% per annum, principal and interest due in monthly installments of $43.75 each on the 1st day of each month beginning December 1st, 1928 and modified by written agreement; and WHEREAS, default has occurred in that the installment of principal and interest due on said note on November 1st, 1933, has not been paid, except that $49.64 has been paid thereon & interest to November 5th, 1933; and WHEREAS, PACIFIC STATES SAVINGS AND LOAN COMPANY, then owner and holder of said note hereetofore demanded that said Trustee sell said property and on April 26th, 1934 duly recorded in the office of the County Recorder of said County, in Book 671, page 290 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 $2696.88 principal less $34.96 credit from installment share, and interest thereon from November 5th, 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 $208.00. 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 27th day of August; 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 County of Orange, State of California, described as follows, to wit: Lot five (5) of "Tract No. 342", as shown on a Map recorded in Book 15, page 4 of Miscellaneous Maps records of Orange County, 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 come about through an act of mine." Barry swung close, his fingers reaching for her hand. "You're precious to me, Anne, whether you want to be or not. Please promise that you won't try it. Not unless it's life or death." "I might promise that. I wasn't really going to anyway." She did not take her hand away, and he gathered up the other and held them together. "Is that all you can promise?" She looked slowly up at him. "You won't just be friends, Barry?" "No. There's nothing to it. I've tried, but it won't work." The hands seemed to snuggle down contentedly. "I've tried too, Barry, and it doesn't work at all." "Anne! Do you mean it?" Anne looked at him. "You darling!" he said huskily, and gathered her into his arms. Time lost its meaning. She looked up and caught his eyes on her. 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 County of Orange, State of California, described as follows, to wit: Lot five (5) of "Tract No. 342", as shown on a Map recorded in Book 15, page 4 of Miscellaneous Maps records of Orange County, California. —or go 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 2nd day of August, 1934. ORANGE COUNTY TITLE COMPANY. (Corporate By H. A. GARDNER, Seal) President. By GEO. A. PARKER. Secretary. 8/2-9-16, 1934. Hudson Terraplanes New Models Now On Display In the air it’s Aeroplaning! On the water it’s Aquaplaning! On the land it’s Terraplaning! Barnhart's Garage 336 S. 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