anaheim-gazette 1934-08-09

SEVENTH 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. They were married at Trail's End. It was the quietest of weddings with only Martha Larrabee and Boone Petry there, and the minister from the larger town beyond Marston. Wild flowers banked the fireplace and nodded from the old table. Martha was blinking the tears back and thinking that she had never seen the child look so lovely. Barry was a little nervous. "It does seem queer, never a line from friends or folks, even when she's gettin' married. And the tags cut off her coat and things. It beats me—but nobody can tell me there's anything wrong about her, anyway. I've lived with her." Barry was pacing slowly up and down The palms of her hands were wet. Barry was an only son... she had taken him away from his mother... "I am sorry your mother isn't well," she said slowly. "Of course we'll go. Does she know that we are married?" She saw a dark flush come under the tan. "Why now I wrote as soon as it was settled, but my letter got mislaid. But of course I'd written to her about you before." So that was it! Barry had written home about her, and his mother was trying to get him away from here before he became involved with some strange girl who ran a grubby little poverty-streken ranch. "It's too bad," she said quickly. "I mean about the letter. You must tell me about her... Be a lamb and get my coat, and we'll sit out here for a while and talk." Barry would hate scandal, or any kind of notoriety for his wife. She knew that. So, no doubt, would this mother who was urging him to come home. But perhaps nobody would know her... Only an hour from New York! A night letter lay on the neatly arranged tray which held Mrs. Schuyler Duane's morning mail. The tray was of silver and old, and a collector would have sighed with delight over it. She opened the night letter deliberately, with no doubt that it would contain, however reluctantly exactly what she wished. There were two air mail letters in the tray, but she merely gave these a glance. luxurious suite the s From her petted bed her own way. And ra was married. Barry only man she had ever "I hate her!" she said. "I'll make him ashamed girl. Sweet simplicity look like in Granleigh wish he'd never seen Duane six months, or of his bargain." Every day of their ney had been reminded stand of a struggling er she had married a social position. "Almost home, Nam That was from Bar the deep tan he was able as the same Barr first seen, coatless, du informal. The train was slow. "There's John on t doubles as gardener ar I do my own driving. Barry nodded at one hand in careless sal raised his hat to a wow that several heads had everybody who cou body else in this plea. The car swept away and down a wide, well were passing a high midway of which a Barry was pacing slowly and down the long veranda; Anne was dressing for their first dinner at home. Her one evening dress was there, a supple, shimmering thing in pale gold. Volces drifted up to her from below. "You'd better go in to Marston tomorrow morning and see of there's any mail, Petry. I'm expecting a letter." "Sure will. I was goin' to slip off anyway, first thing." Petry's voice sounded apologetic. "Got to own up to somethin', I guess. You gave me a letter to mail pret' near a week ago, and it must've slipped down behind that old rug on the back seat and I never missed it when I picked up the others." "Oh! . . . I see." There was a perceptible pause. "Well, it can't be helped. You'd better put an air mail stamp on it, and I'll have another note ready to explain the delay." Anne adjusted a shoulder strap, patched her hair and surveyed the result in the mirror. Fingers beat a light tattoo on the door. Barry came in. He said "Whew!" softly. "Is this what you dazzle me with, Nancy, before I've been married three hours?" "Nancy!" She looked startled. "You never called me that before." "I don't know any better time to begin. It suits you better than Anne. You're sweet, Nancy." The soft notes of the gong were sounding through the house. Barry tucked her arm in his. "Come on, Mrs. Duane, and sit at the head of the table." Petry did not start for Marston until late afternoon. It seemed to be one of those days when one thing after another goes wrong, and he insisted on attending to them himself. The evening meal was over before Petry came tramping up the veranda steps. "Tire blew out on the way back" he explained. "Here's a telegram for you, Barry. It come in just before I left town." Barry opened the telegram, and his face clouded with sudden anxiety. "I'm sorry." He looked apologetically at Anne. "I'm afraid we shall home. But perhaps nobody would know her... Only an hour from New York! A night letter lay on the neatly arranged tray which held Mrs. Schuyler Duane's morning mail. The tray was of silver and old, and a collector would have sighed with delight over it. She opened the night letter deliberately, with no doubt that it would contain, however reluctantly exactly what she wished. There were two air mail letters in the tray, but she merely gave these a glance. The night letter was curiously worded. "We!" Mrs. Duahé stiffened. She read it a second time, with thin, set lips. Then she reached slowly and stiffly for the air mail letters. Barry was married! Without even telling her, Outraged dignity and thwarted hopes brushed aside the explanation in the second note. And his wife—his wife—was some appalling creature from a poverty-streken ranch! She went back to the first letter with a scornful impatience which was slowly cengealing to a chill dislike. "When you meet her, you will be proud of your daughter-in-law." "Proud of her!" The hand on the letter shook. "He is infatuated, and this—this woman has hurried him into a marriage before he could come to his senses. Barry Duane, who might have had his choice of a dozen, and retrieved everything that we have lost!" An elderly man servant appeared at the door. "Miss Pendleton, M'm." "Show Miss Pendleton in, Matthews." "It was very pleasant to see you again Cleo. You are always thoughtful, my dear. When did you return?" "Last night. Everybody got bored to death with everybody else. How have you been, and how is Barry?" Cleo was the only child of an enormously rich father, but even outside of this useful consideration, she liked Cleo. She was herself a woman of ability and strong will, and she respected the determination and cleverness under that soft exterior. "I have a letter from Barry this morning." Mrs. Duane answered the last question. "Is he still playing cowboy? Can't we do anything to cure him?" Mrs. Duane smiled faintly. "I am afraid he is past curing... Barry was married last Monday." After all, the Duanes were the Duanes. Barry's mother made the announcement smoothly. "Married! Barry married!" It was not often that Cleo Pendleton could be startled from her confident poise. "And we've all been saying for years NOTICE OF SALE NOTICE IS HEREBY on the 4th day of Sep., the hour of 10:00 o'clock at the North entrance of Records, in the City County of Orange, State the BANK OF AMERICA TRUST AND SAVING TION as Trustee under of Trust executed by Jerry single man, and records 1930, in Book 431, page Records of Orange Co which was given to secrete note for the sum of Se No/100 Dollars ($700) at the rate of eight per principal and interest 128 monthly installment on the first day of each month, beginning Dec accordance with the terms of trust, and in common notice of default and of the property in the trust, and hereinafter corded on May 3, 1952 page 410 of Official Re The evening meal was over before Petry came tramping up the veranda steps. "Tire blew out on the way back" he explained. "Here's a telegram for you, Barry. It come in just before I left town." Barry opened the telegram, and his face clouded with sudden anxiety. "I'm sorry." He looked apologetically at Anne. "I'm afraid we shall have to shorten the honeymoon a little. My mother wires me that she hasn't been well. I'm afraid we'll have to start for home in a day or so." "Home!" Her heart was ice. "But Barry, I thought this was home!" "It is, for half of every year, and I've lived here so much that this seems more like my home than the real one. That is back East, about an hour out of New York. Perhaps I ought to have told you before, but I was keeping it for a little surprise. Why Nancy, you lovely little thing? Do you think I married you to let you be buried here in a lonely mountain valley from one year's end to the other?" "But I love it here!" Her voice was edged with a sharp fear. "I—I thought we were going to stay here and work out your plans for the Junipero! Aren't you going on with that Barry?" "Of course, darling." He looked surprised at her vehemence. "But going back East is really a part of it. It's the biggest part, for that I'm trying to raise the money. Why Nancy—aren't you glad?" "Why—of course I'm glad. But you did surprise me. And I thought you were letting all your plans go..." ... "Isn't it silly that I never thought of you as having a family somewhere? I mean a near-relations family, beside the uncle who died. Suppose they don't like me"? "What a funny baby you are! Suppose the sun rises in the west? The immediate family isn't very big, just my mother and me." "Is he still playing cowboy? Can't we do anything to cure him?" Mrs. Duane smiled faintly. "I am afraid he is past curing... Barry was married last Monday." After all, the Duanes were the Duanes. Barry's mother made the announcement smoothly. "Married! Barry married!" It was not often that Cleo Pendleton could be startled from her confident poise. "And we've all been saying for years that he was girl-proof. Who is she? Do I know her?" "No. She is a stranger to—all of us. Someone he met out there. It was very sudden." Perhaps Mrs. Duane felt that this much was due to Cleo, but she made her explanation with dignity. "Dear Mrs. Duane, how hard for you!" Cleo's voice was sweetly impulsive. She laid her cool young fingers over the older woman's hand, and for an instant Mrs. Duane returned the pressure. "My dear, I do not question my son's choice. But I must admit that I had other hopes for him." "I'm sure it will be all right. Are they coming back here?" Next Week. "Oh, how nice! But it's a pity we couldn't have had a chance to get acquainted before, isn't it?" Cleo's hard little smile came back. "Oh well, we can have some dinners and dances and things, in honor of the bride. Call on me if I can help, won't you? I must run along . . . Good-bye." Mrs. Duane rang for Matthews. Matthews, Mr. Barry was married a few days ago and will be home next Wednesday. Please see that the west wing is made ready for me. "The—the west wing, Ma'am?" "Certainly, Matthews." In five minutes the news was buzzing in the rear of the old house. In the seclusion of her own quite last question. "Is he still playing cowboy? Can't we do anything to cure him?" Mrs. Duane smiled faintly. "I am afraid he is past curing... Barry was married last Monday." After all, the Duanes were the Duanes. Barry's mother made the announcement smoothly. "Married! Barry married!" It was not often that Cleo Pendleton could be startled from her confident poise. "And we've all been saying for years that he was girl-proof. Who is she? Do I know her?" "No. She is a stranger to—all of us. Someone he met out there. It was very sudden." Perhaps Mrs. Duane felt that this much was due to Cleo, but she made her explanation with dignity. "Dear Mrs. Duane, how hard for you!" Cleo's voice was sweetly impulsive. She laid her cool young fingers over the older woman's hand, and for an instant Mrs. Duane returned the pressure. "My dear, I do not question my son's choice. But I must admit that I had other hopes for him." "I'm sure it will be all right. Are they coming back here?" Next Week." "Oh, how nice! But it's a pity we couldn't have had a chance to get acquainted before, isn't it?" Cleo's hard little smile came back. "Oh well, we can have some dinners and dances and things, in honor of the bride. Call on me if I can help, won't you? I must run along . . . Good-bye." Mrs. Duane rang for Matthews. Matthews, Mr. Barry was married a few days ago and will be home next Wednesday. Please see that the west wing is made ready for me. "The—the west wing, Ma'am?" "Certainly, Matthews." In five minutes the news was buzzing in the rear of the old house. In the seclusion of her own quite last question. "Is he still playing cowboy? Can't we do anything to cure him?" Mrs. Duane smiled faintly. "I am afraid he is past curing... Barry was married last Monday." After all, the Duanes were the Duanes. Barry's mother made the announcement smoothly. "Married! Barry married!" It was not often that Cleo Pendleton could be startled from her confident poise. "And we've all been saying for years that he was girl-proof. Who is she? Do I know her?" "No. She is a stranger to—all of us. Someone he met out there. It was very sudden." Perhaps Mrs. Duane felt that this much was due to Cleo, but she made her explanation with dignity. "Dear Mrs. Duane, how hard for you!" Cleo's voice was sweetly impulsive. She laid her cool young fingers over the older woman's hand, and for an instant Mrs. Duane returned the pressure. "My dear, I do not question my son's choice. But I must admit that I had other hopes for him." "I'm sure it will be all right. Are they coming back here?" Next Week." "Oh, how nice! But it's a pity we couldn't have had a chance to get acquainted before, isn't it?" Cleo's hard little smile came back. "Oh well, we can have some dinners and dances and things, in honor of the bride. Call on me if I can help, won't you? I must run along . . . Good-bye." Mrs. Duane rang for Matthews. Matthews, Mr. Barry was married a few days ago and will be home next Wednesday. Please see that the west wing is made ready for me. "The—the west wing, Ma'am?" "Certainly, Matthews." In five minutes the news was buzzing in the rear of the old house. In the seclusion of her own quite last question. "Is he still playing cowboy? Can't we do anything to cure him?" Mrs. Duane smiled faintly. "I am afraid he is past curing... Barry was married last Monday." After all, the Duanes were the Duanes. Barry's mother made the announcement smoothly. "Married! Barry married!" It was not often that Cleo Pendleton could be startled from her confident poise. "And we've all been saying for years that he was girl-proof. Who is she? Do I know her?" "No. She is a stranger to—all of us. Someone he met out there. It was very sudden." Perhaps Mrs. Duane felt that this much was due to Cleo, but she made her explanation with dignity. "Dear Mrs. Duane, how hard for you!" Cleo's voice was sweetly impulsive. She laid her cool young fingers over the older woman's hand, and for an instant Mrs. Duane returned the pressure. "My dear, I do not question my son's choice. But I must admit that I had other hopes for him." "I'm sure it will be all right. Are they coming back here?" Next Week." "Oh, how nice! But it's a pity we couldn't have had a chance to get acquainted before, isn't it?" Cleo's hard little smile came back. "Oh well, we can have some dinners and dances and things, in honor of the bride. Call on me if I can help, won't you? I must run along . . . Good-bye." Mrs. Duane rang for Matthews. Matthews, Mr. Barry was married a few days ago and will be home next Wednesday. Please see that the west wing is made ready for me. "The—the west wing, Ma'am?" "Certainly, Matthews." In five minutes the news was buzzing in the rear of the old house. In the seclusion of her own quite last question. "Is he still playing cowboy? Can't we do anything to cure him?" Mrs. Duane smiled faintly. "I am afraid he is past curing... Barry was married last Monday." After all, the Duanes were the Duanes. Barry's mother made the announcement smoothly. "Married! Barry married!" It was not often that Cleo Pendleton could be startled from her confident poise. "And we've all been saying for years that he was girl-proof. Who is she? Do I know her?" "A count of the default in the installment which payable under the term August 1, 1933, and a subsequently thereto total sum of $591.67 due the 23rd day of April," Mrs. Duane wrote subsequent sell at public auction, money of the United States highest bidder, subject cumbrances prior to sale. The following described rate in the County of California: Lot Seven (7) in Borough County of Orange formia; as per map title in Book 4; pages 328 Miscellaneous Maps said Orange County. Subject to reservation or so much thereof as necessary to pay the principal vances; charges; costs fees due and unpaid at sale. Dated August 6, 1933 BANK OF NATIONAL SAVINGS A By R.D.F And W.D.Allman Assistant 8/9-16-23-30, 1934 ANAHEIM GAZETTE luxurious suite the sole heir of the Pendletons was behaving badly. From her petted babyhood, Cleo had her own way. And now—Barry Duane was married. Barry Duane was the only man she had ever really wanted. "I hate her!" she thought furiously, "I'll make him ashamed of his ranch girl. Sweet simplicity... what'll she look like in Granleigh? I'll make him wish he'd never seen her. I'll give Barry Duane six months, or less, to be sick of his bargain." Every day of their homeward journey had been reminding Anne that instead of a struggling young ranch owner she had married a man of assured social position. "Almost home, Nancy." That was from Barry. Except for the deep tan he was scarcely recognizable as the same Barry Duane she had first seen, coatless, dusty and cheerfully informal. The train was slowing down. "There's John on the platform. He doubles as gardener and chauffeur, but I do my own driving." Barry nodded at one man, moved his hand in careless salute to another, raised his hat to a woman. Anne knew that several heads had turned. Evidently everybody who counted knew everybody else in this pleasant old town. The car swept away from the station and down a wide, well-kept road. They were passing a high stone wall, about midway of which a wide gateway indi- WARDELL SPEAKS Justus Wardell, democratic foe of Upton Sinclair at the August primaries. T:arsday evening at Santa Ana, following a band concert at Birch park. COLORADOANS PICNIC SUNDAY Coloradoans will hold their annual picnic all day Sunday,' August 12. at Sycamore Grove park, Los Angeles. Basket dinners will be served at noon. A tall, spare woman with beautiful hands and an emotionless face was waiting to greet them. Barry said "Here we are, Mother!" with just a touch of nervousness. He bent and kissed her, and drew Anne forward with one arm. "I don't need to tell you who this is, Mother, except that she is just as lovely as she looks, and I am a proud husband. Nancy darling, this is my mother, and yours." Whatever surprise Mrs. Duane may have felt as she looked at the "ranch girl!" she was far too well trained to show it. What had such a girl been doing in a desolate place like this Marston—unless perhaps she had deliberately followed Barry there? She had not intended to kiss her daughter-in-law, but she did. It was a chill salute, but it answered. "My son's wife of course is welcome. Barry, my dear, how brown you are." Anne held the beautiful old hand a moment longer. "I hope we shall be friends," she said impulsively. I do want Barry's mother to like me." Mrs. Schuyler Duane smiled remotely and chilled again. "We will take that for granted. I suppose you would like to rest after your journey? Matthews will show you to your rooms." Matthews showed them to a pleasant suite. "Like it, Nance?" "Who could help liking it? It's a beautiful old house." Kaufman's Record Unusually Efficient Aside from the vigorous prosecution of all cases coming before the courts of Orange county, it is absolutely essential that all law enforcement agencies of this county receive the utmost intelligent and sympathetic cooperation, said a statement from the Kaufman for District Attorney headquarters, received today. The only two former superior court judges of Orange county now actively engaged in the practice of law, have unqualifiedly endorsed Kaufman's candidacy and urged his election, as important to the continuance of efficient law enforcement in Orange county. S. B. Kaufman, incumbent district attorney has been attorney for the Peace Officers association of Orange county for over four years, or since his early days as deputy district attorney. Chiefs of police, members of the staff of the sheriff's office, constables and justices of the peace have all received the limit of aid and assistance from Kaufman's office, the release states. This close measure of cooperation and vigorous aid, from Kaufman and his staff is evidenced by the unusually high percentage of convictions secured by Kaufman's office. The percentage of 91 is outstanding for the country as well as the state of California. Check over the conviction percentages of candidates from other counties for district attorney and you will realize that Orange county stands toward the very top of the list in intelligent, successful and vigorous prosecutions of felonies. 178 prosecutions with only eight cases found not guilty, is the answer to opposition candidates and is the basis of the Kaufman committee's slogan — "Elect the Man Who Does. What Others Promise." "There’s John on the platform. He doubles as gardener and chauffeur, but I do my own driving." Barry nodded at one man, moved his hand in careless salute to another, raised his hat to a woman. Anne knew that several heads had turned. Evidently everybody who counted knew everybody else in this pleasant old town. The car swept away from the station and down a wide, well-kept road. They were passing a high stone wall, about midway of which a wide gateway indicated a drive. As they came abreast a car shot out of the opened gates, a swift roadster, and cut in ahead of them. There was a girl at the wheel. She half turned her head as she shot across their path, with an impudent little grin and a swift wave of one hand. "Reckless little devil!" Barry half frowned, and then laughed. "That’s Cleo Pendleton. She’s a nimp. Does pretty much as she pleases—her dad’s the richest man around here, except one, and she’s the only child. You’ll like her." "She’s pretty." Anne reserved comment about liking Cleo Pendleton. It had seemed to Anne that wide baby eyes had swept her with a stare as cool and efficient as blue steel. The car was turning into a shaded drive which curved toward a wide, old house. It was not as pretentious as most but it was older and mellower. NOTICE OF SALE BY TRUSTEE NOTICE IS HEREBY GIVEN that on the 4th day of September, 1934, at the hour of 10:00 o’clock A. M. of said day at the North entrance of 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 as Trustee under a certain Deed of Trust executed by JOHN BLAHOS, a single man, and recorded November 13, 1930, in Book 431, page 374 of Official Records of Orange County, California, which was given to secure a promissory note for the sum of Seven Hundred and No/100 Dollars ($700.00), with interest at the rate of eight per cent per annum, principal and interest being payable in 128 monthly installments of $8.20 each, on the first day of each and every month, beginning December 1, 1930, 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 May 3, 1934, in Book 668, page 410 of Official Records of Orange 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 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 heretofore demanded that said Trustee sell 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 attorney and you will realize that Orange county stands toward the very top of the list in intelligent,successful and vigorous prosecutions of felonies. 178 prosecutions with only eight cases found not guilty,是 answer to opposition candidates and is the basis of the Kaufman committee's slogan — "Elect the Man Who Does What Others Promise." 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 10A.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,县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 Currency Washington,D.C. May 31,1934. Notice is hereby given to all persons who may have claims against "Anahim First National Bank," Anahim California,the same must be presented to J.V.Hogan.Receiverwith 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. No/100 Dollars ($700.00), with interest at the rate of eight per cent per annum, principal and interest being payable in 128 monthly installments of $8.20 each, on the first day of each and every month, beginning December 1, 1930, 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 May 3, 1934, in Book 668, page 410 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 installment which became due and payable under the terms of said note on August 1, 1933, and all payments due subsequently thereto, there being a total sum of $591.67 due and unpaid on the 23rd day of April, 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 Seven (7) in Block Eight (8) of Townsite of Benedict, in the County of Orange, State of California, as per map thereof recorded in Book 4, pages 38 and 39 of Miscellaneous Maps, Records of said Orange County. Subject to reservations of record, 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 August 6, 1934. BANK OF AMERICA NATIONAL TRUST AND SAVINGS ASSOCIATION, By R. D. Fuller, Trust Officer, And W. Dale Bell, Assistant Trust Officer. 8/9-16-23-30, 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 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, 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 2nd day of August, 1934. 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