anaheim-gazette 1934-10-04

FIFTEENTH INSTALLMENT SYNOPSIS:—Three weeks after a cream colored roadster had been found wrecked in the sea Anne Cushing appears at the desert town Marston. Later she marries Barry Duane. Her life is complicated by rumors about her past life which she has kept secret. This secrecy eventually leads to her separation with Barry, after they return West. John Gage, wealthy mill owner, and his wife visit the Duanes at their ranch. Cleo Pendleton, in love with Barry, joins them. Jim Kennedy, a part of Anne's past, appears and says he has business at Barry's ranch. Anne follows him to warn Paula Gage. Paula becomes hysterical on hearing Anne's voice. "Paula, don't be frightened! Don't scream. It is Nancy. I've come to warn you. Jim is here. Paula, don't you know me?" "No, no, Nancy's dead! She's under the water—I see her all the time—and it washes over her eyes. Oh, God!" She screamed again. The pounding horses were at the top of the slope, and Barry flung himself off and raced down with Gage running heavily after him. A slim figure was backing away, turning, running, but Paula Gage was huddled in a trifled heap at the foot of a tree. Barry bent over her and jerked his head up again. Nancy was just disappearing. She had looked at him, for one long, steady moment, and had turned back on him. As though they him. And then I found out that he was just a gambler, and we began traveling all over the country and—I left him and got the divorce. I never saw him again until last May. And then I got a letter from him, from Tia Juana. He said the divorce wasn't legal—and I was so frightened, because that meant that I wasn't really married to you. But it wasn't true at all—I found it out later." Gage's jaw muscles ridged visibly at the mention of illegal divorce, but he went on implacably. "Which one of you met him at the beach bungalow, you or Nancy?" "I—I met him. I'd sent a telegram to Nancy. I thought it would be better if she saw him—the always liked Nancy. But she didn't get the telegram in time. And I went down myself. I had some money for him. He'd said he'd tell you about the divorce—and I didn't dare let him do that! John—it was because I loved you so." "And who—who shot Kennedy?" "I did." It was a mere thread of sound. "I didn't mean to. I was afraid of him, because he was so angry with me. I took the gun with me to frighten him. And—he just laughed and tried to take it from me, and it went off." A deep shudder ran over her. "He looked so queer, and Nancy came running down the beach and snatched the gun and told me to go back to the house. And I did. I didn't know what was happening until Nancy came back and told me that you had found her there and that you thought she was car down the road Trail's End." "I'm going with you At the end of the kitchen Martin mouth was set prick had a snapping bristle "Ling says there's pounding going on in out there, Boone?" "My gosh!" Boone "I plumb forgot the she rode in with me "What the devil garage?" "Well you see, I up the road I heard and I just shot the garage and bolt could do anything, everything else. I cited that I give the me, and that bar Gets kinda second door. Martha, you won't you?" "I guess I'd better The car roared do There was no one little, but his deliburiously around this where Paula's sister He read his letter, l At the end of an nervously tramping started back again, the way." "I've been scoutin body rode pretty re I found this but w She screamed again. The pounding horses were at the top of the slope, and Barry flung himself off and raced down, with Gage running heavily after him. A slim figure was backing away, turning, running, but Paula Gage was huddled in a triffied heap at the foot of a tree. Barry bent over her and jerked his head up again. Nancy was just disappearing. She had looked at him, for one long, steady moment, and had turned her back on him. As though they were two hostile strangers. Knowledge crashed and clamored in his grain. He bent reluctantly over the huddled woman, but Gage was beside him now. "John, Nancy's down there! She came out of the water! I can't go—I'm afraid! I only asked her to go away! I didn't mean her to die! And Jim—Jim—" Ooverstrained emotions cracked, Paula fainted. "We'd better take her into the house," said Barry constrainedly. He wanted to go after Nancy. Those incredible revelations were clamoring in his head; they were accusing him. Now he saw Petry's long legs hastening toward them. "Petry, help Mrs. Gage up to the house. I'll be back as soon as I can." His nervous stride quickened to a run. Gage looked heavily after him. Barry ran along the edge of the lake, his eyes darting anxiously. Toward the back of the house he swerved and caught sight of a flitting figure. "Nancy, wait! Just for a minute!" She paused in mid flight, looked back just once and went on again. The light figure vanished around the edge of an outbuilding. Long before he reached it Barry heard the scurry of hoofs and saw a piebald streak flash across an open space. Nancy had gone. He took it standing, but his face whitened. Nancy had made it pretty plain that she didn't want to see him, just the set of her chin as she had flashed across that patch of light had been enough to tell him that. He set his jaw and went back to the house. Back of him Jim Kennedy edged cautiously around the smaller corral, where two saddled horses, left to themselves, had wandered back to wait patiently. In the house Barry found that Paula had regained consciousness. Petry had just edged out, and Gage was standing a little away from her. "Was it—really Nancy?" Paula raised herself on one hand. "Is she alive? I didn't kill her? . . . I mean—I—" She broke off with a frightened whisper. "I did." It was a mere thread of sound. "I didn't mean to. I was afraid of him, because he was so angry with me. I took the gun with me to frighten him. And—he just laughed and tried to take it from me, and it went off." A deep shudder ran over her. "He looked so queer, and Nancy came running down the beach and snatched the gun and told me to go back to the house. And I did. I didn't know what was happening until Nancy came back and told me that you had found her there and that you thought she was—Jim's wife. And I begged her to go away, so that you couldn't question her any more, and it needn't ever come out that either of us had seen Jim that night, and if it did it wasn't murder, it was self-defense. I made her take the money that I'd brought for Jim—in case she went away—and she ran out. I heard the car start . . . And the next morning . . . they told me that she'd driven it over a cliff—down on the rocks—with the tide in." Gage's mouth was a thin line, but he drove his hands down into his pockets and looked away from her. "I suppose I'd better tell you the rest, as far as I know it. I'd been update on a business trip—drove myself—and found that I could get back late that night. I heard something that sounded like a shot, down toward the beach: I have a beach bungalow there, but the main house is back, up on the hill. I knew the bungalow was closed, but I caught sight of Nancy's roadster with nobody in it, so I thought I'd better investigate. I reached the bugaw just in time to find Nancy leaning over some man on the ground, with a gun in her hand I saw him try to lift himself and heard him give a nasty laugh and say! 'Just a little present from my loving wife!" and drop back again. "It looked pretty bad. I shot a question or two at Nancy, but she just stared at me and looked down again at the man and said yes, he was her husband. Nobody else seemed to have heard the shot, so I told her that because she was Paula's sister I'd do what I could to hush it up, and I didn't want Paula in any way mixed up in it." John Gage's strong face twitched. "She didn't say much, poor kid, but she looked sort of desperate, and she stayed until I had made sure the follow was dead and then she marched away without a word. "It looked like murder to me, and all I was interested in just then was in getting the evidence as far away as possible. I got him into the back of my car and drove like the devil, and left him on the outskirts of a town miles "I guess I'd better move the car roared down there. There was no one little, but his deliberately curiously around this where Paula's sister He read his letter, let me at the end of an nervously tramping started back again, in the way. "I've been scouting body rode pretty real. I found this, but we headin' the other way. It was a man's initials inside were J. Why had Kennedy from the one road he back to town, we following Nancy? A gone that way, when in the opposite direction." "If we follow him," "we may find Nancy her trail." They could do little came. Barry fumed as occupied some of its drive to Trail's Enge Martha there, while and followed the show no sign of Nancy. To wait for daylight. It was still dark breakfast before them already eaten, came ness on a half run. "The roan's back." That means that I and probably lost." patient shoulders." I'm worried about. I'm more run-down to Traid into the driver's side. The greying dark them. They drew up Martha came running control shaken. "Martha, is she here? Martha nodded jersey and she's sick. She's came in an hour along besides Comet man. How she ever his leg broken and he is. I don't know. Booor for the doctor as fast. Barry strode in the door, with Gage and heels. In the living room in couch which he had Jim Kennedy lay, he pain. He looked frost and a lip curled with of his reckless grin." "Regular family parade I'm down, what are you?" Yes, you're down... cautiously around toward the smaller corral, where two saddled horses, left to themselves, had wandered back to wait patiently. In the house Barry found that Paula had regained consciousness. Petry had just edged out, and Gage was standing a little away from her. "Was it—really Nancy?" Paula raised herself on one hand. "Is she alive? I didn't kill her? . . . I mean—I—" She broke off with a frightened whimper. "We'll finish this—presently," was all the reply he gave her. He turned a heavy stare on Barry. "I'd like a few words with my wife in private." "I'm staying. We'll finish it here. It's my business as well as yours. Nancy is my wife—and you can keep your spur and your damned money, but I want to know what you've all been doing to her." Gage glared at him. "And what have you been doing to her? The girl I saw out there is Mrs. Gage's sister, who is supposed to have been drowned five months ago, and if she is your wife why isn't she in your house, instead of wandering around in the woods like a demented woman?" Barry whitened. "I'm beginning to think that she has had enough to drive anybody insane. I've done my own share, and I'm paying for it. But the jam that we're in now is due to something that happened before I met her—it's due to you, or one of you. . . And that damned Kennedy—" He bit it off suddenly, but Gage caught the name up. "Kennedy! It always comes back to this Kennedy." He turned back to Paula. "You'd better tell us all of it," he said evenly. "What do you know about Jim Kennedy?" "He was my husband. I'd divorced him a year before I met you." "Go on," he said curtly. "I was awfully young when I married him. We were poor and lived in a little town. He was there only a few days, and when he went I'd married want Paula in any way mixed up in it." John Gage's strong face twitched. "She didn't say much, poor kid, but she looked sort of desperate, and she stayed until I had made sure the follow was dead and then she marched away without a word. "It looked like murder to me, and all I was interested in just then was in getting the evidence as far away as possible. I got him into the back of my car and drove like the devil, and left him on the outskirts of a town miles away. I still thought he was dead. Anyway, when I got back home Nancy was gone and the papers were full of the accident. They said it was the fog. I always thought it was suicide." He paused and added gruffly: "She'd done some good bits on the stage. Working herself up. And she'd just landed a contract out in Hollywood, a pretty good one for a newcomer. She was to sign the next day. Chucked it all up." There was a shuddering sound from the couch. Paula looked drearily up and dropped again. Barry felt moved to a reluctant compassion. He couldn't stand it any longer. He was going down to Trail's End. A hovering shadow in the rear hall resolved itself into Petry. He looked nervous—for Petry. "Thought you ought to know that somebody's been around here. There's a ditched car a piece down the road and one of the horses is gone, the big roan Mr. Gage was ridin' I know the car license. It belongs to a fella who's been stayin' at the hotel in Marston. Kind of a daredevil lookin' bird, dark complected." Kennedy! Barry felt a little chill at the thought of Nancy somewhere along the lonely road, and this man with his dark grudges roaming loose. There was a sound behind him. Gage had come back. There was an envelope in his hand. He had started to open it, but he put it back in his pocket. "What's the matter?" Kennedy's around. He has just gone off with one of the horses. Wrecked his Barry strode in the door, with Gage and heels. In the living room in couch which he had Jim Kennedy lay, he pain. He looked frosty and a lip curled with of his reckless grin. "Regular family paid I'm down, what are you, you're down, tween his teeth, and saves you from being your feet. I'll talk He went on, toward door." Nancy! At the sound of voice figure had stirred away the blanket wuktucked around her. Her bare feet found swayed on them, taunt whisper. "Must get away!" Barry back. "Nancy, it's right is all right. It's Barry He caught her as but she fought him strength. "You're not — Barry Won't go back." A capable hand threw There's, it's all rlh It's just Martha. You don't you? You get have a nice rest." Yes, know Martha wilted, but she clu sleeve. "Make him tell Barry I'm here... Never go back." You needn't do any want to. You just like Martha coaxed and drew back, white lip head on the pillow too. "John! Mustn't let Paula screamed ... Got to go can't let him—die." TODAY and TOMORROW BOOTH ... a great woman I was glad to read the dispatches announcing that my old friend, Commander Evangeline Booth, had been elected General of the Salvation Army of the world, the post which her famous father, General William Booth, created and held until his death. If I were called upon to name the one American woman—for Miss Booth has spent most of her life in America—who has accomplished the most for the relief of misery and distress among the poor and helpless, I would unhesitatingly give the award to her. I do not know how the Salvation Army stands in the estimation of people of other lands, but I feel confident that here in the United States it commands respect and support such as no other instrumentality for the common good has ever achieved. Critical theologians may not approve its doctrines—I don't even know what they are—and formal ritualists may frown upon its methods; but I think there is pretty nearly unanimous agreement that the Army reaches down and lifts up more of the submerged and hopeless than all the churches. BARGAINS ... in property People with ready cash—and there are still a lot of them—are hunting bargains these days. And a good many of them to my knowledge, are putting their money into land and buildings, confident that the rise from the present low prices will not be long delayed. One 300-acre dairy farm, well stocked with ample buildings in good repair, which its owner held at $25,000 only five years ago, was sold the other day in my neighborhood for $7,500. The buyer layed down ready cash. I know of five other farm properties that have changed hands for cash near my home in the past month, at figures from half to a third what they were held at lately; Paddling, tubbing, and "Hell Week", for long the bane of pledges to social fraternities at the University of Southern California, are to be no more following an official edict issued by President R. B. von KleinSmid prohibiting hazing activities at U. S. C. In a notice sent to all campus fraternities terming the practices as "indefensible in a college institution," Dr. von KleinSmid declared that the move was made to do away with all forms of physical punishment and hazing because "the university is obligated to protect the health and well-being of all students under its supervision." Practices specifically prohibited by the edict include physical paddling, "I guess I'd better, Boone." The car roared down to Trail's End. There was no one there. Gage said little, but his deliberate gaze roamed curiously around this shabby little place where Paula's sister had come to hide. He read his letter, looked grim over it. At the end of an hour Barry was nervously tramping the floor. They started back again, and met Petry on the way. "I've been scoutin' a little. Somebody rode pretty reckless for a ways. I found this, but whoever lost it was headin' the other way, North." It was a man's felt hat and the initials inside were J. M. K. Why had Kennedy been riding away from the one road which would take him back to town, unless he had been following Nancy? And why had Nancy gone that way, when Trail's End lay in the opposite direction? "If we follow him," Barry muttered, "we may find Nancy, or least pick up her trail." They could do little until daylight came. Barry fumed over lost time and occupied some of it by having Petry drive to Trail's End again and leave Martha there, while he took Captain and followed the short cut. There was no sign of Nancy. Barry went back to wait for daylight. It was still dark when Ling put breakfast before them. Petry, who had already eaten, came out of the darkness on a half run. "The roan's back. Kinda limps." "That means that Kennedy is on foot and probably lost." Barry moved impatient shoulders. "It's Nancy that I'm worried about. I'm going to take one more run down to Trail's End." Barry slid into the driver's seat. The greying darkness reeled past them. They drew up at Trail's End. Martha came running out, her placid control shaken. "Martha, is she here?" Martha nodded jerkily. "She's here, and she's sick. She's out of her head. She came in an hour ago, staggerin' along besides Comet and bringin' that man. How she ever got him here, with his leg broken and her as sick as she is, I don't know. Boone, you go straight for the doctor as fast as you can go." Barry strode in through the open door, with Gage and Martha at his heels. In the living room, on the built-in couch which he had made for Nancy, Jim Kennedy lay, his lips tight with pain. He looked from Barry to Gage, and a lip curled with a fair imitation of his reckless grin. "Regular family party, isn't it? Well, I'm down, what are you going to do?" "Yes, you're down," said Barry their money into land and buildings, confident that the rise from the present low prices will not be long delayed. One 300-acre dairy farm, well stocked with ample buildings in good repair, which its owner held at $25,000 only five years ago, was sold the other day in my neighborhood for $7,500. The buyer layed down ready cash. I know of five other farm properties that have changed hands for cash near my home in the past month, at figures from half to a third what they were held at lately; and one great estate a few miles from me in which more than a quarter of a million had been invested, went for $25,000 because the owners had to have cash. Money will buy better bargains today than at any time in the past twenty years. PRICES...today There is a good deal of nonsense being talked about commodity prices. Foodstuffs are going up rapidly; no question about that. But that is not true in the case of manufactured goods. The automobile code fixes a definite "trade-in" price on every used car. I thought of trading in a 1929 Ford against credit for a new car next Spring, and approached the local dealer. "I can only allow you $90 in trade," he said, "but I have cash buyers looking for used cars like yours, and if you tell me to sell it for your account I can get you $150 or more." I had a furnace concern go over my old farmhouse, which has relied on stoves and fireplaces for 150 years. They estimated $950 for a heating plant. I told them to go farther. Next week they were back with an offer to install the plant for $450. I dickered with them a while and the price came down to $375, with $25 off that for cash! RUMMAGE...an economy An annual event in my home town is the "rummage sale" for the benefit of a local charity. It is held in the Town Hall and everybody sends an sorts of things they don't need any longer. And it is amazing how well-to-do men and women flock to the sale and buy other folks' cast-offs. My wife tends the ladies' hat counter at these rummage sales. This year she had to dispose of a great quantity of the hats bearing labels of fashionable New York, Newport, Boston and even Paris shops, discarded by women of the wealthy families in the county. But she told me, among the buyers of these hats, at from 25 cents down, were women whose husbands have always been accounted wealthy, or at least well off. They were frank to admit that they, like everybody else, had to economize. In a notice sent to all campus fraternities terming the practices as "indefensible in a college institution." Dr. von KleinSmid declared that the move was made to do away with all forms of physical punishment and hazing because "the university is obligated to protect the health and well-being of all students under its supervision." Practices specifically prohibited by the edict include physical paddling, tubing, exposure, deprivation of sleep, and any form of rough handling. As a substitute for "Hell Week"—the period prior to initiation when pledges were required to do everything from acquiring a black cat with a white tail, to obtaining an autograph of the governor—a probationary week when the neophytes would do constructive work in and around the fraternity house after school hours was suggested by the U.S.C president. Rev. I. N. Demy says: I have found nothing in the past 20 years that can take the place of Dr. Miles Anti-Pain Pills. They are a sure relief for my headache. Sufferers from Headache, Neuralgia, Toothache, Backache, Sciatica, Rheumatism, Lumbago, Neuritis, Muscular Pains, Periodic Pains, write that they have used Dr. Miles Anti-Pain Pills with better results than they had even hoped for. Countless American housewives would no more think of keeping house without Dr. Miles Anti-Pain Pills than without flour or sugar. Keep a package in your medicine cabinet and save yourself needless suffering. At Drug Stores—25c and $1.00 is, I don't know. Boone, you go straight for the doctor as fast as you can go." Barry strode in through the open door, with Gage and Martha at his heels. In the living room, on the built-in couch which he had made for Nancy, Jim Kennedy lay, his lips tight with pain. He looked from Barry to Gage, and a lip curled with a fair imitation of his reckless grin. "Regular family party, isn't it? Well, I'm down, what are you going to do?" "Yes, you're down," said Barry between his teeth, "and that's all that saves you from being thrashed clear off your feet. I'll talk to you later." He went on, toward a partly open door. "Nancy!" At the sound of voices outside a slim figure had stirred suddenly, pushing away the blanket which Martha had tucked around her. She struggled up, her bare feet found the floor and she swayed on them. Talking in a husky whisper. "Must get away! Hurry! I can't go back." "Nancy, it's right now! Everything is all right. It's Barry, darling. Please." He caught her as she slipped down, but she fought him with surprising strength. "You're not — Barry! Go away! Won't go back." A capable hand thrust him aside. "There's, it's all right, Miss Anne. It's just Martha. You know Martha, don't you? You get in bed now, and have a nice rest." "Yes, know Martha." Resistance wilted, but she clung to Martha's sleeve. "Make him—go away. He'll tell Barry I'm here. Barry hates me... Never go back. Never!" "You needn't do anything you don't want to. You just lie down...". Martha coaxed and soothed. Barry drew back, white lipped, and the dark head on the pillow tossed and muttered. "John! Mustn't let John see me... Paula screamed ... everything's—ruined... Got to go home—get home—can't let him—die." Continued Next Week My wife tends the ladies hat counter at these runnage sales. This year she had to dispose of a great quantity of fine hats bearing labels of fashionable New York, Newport, Boston and even Paris shops, discarded by women of the wealthy families in the county. But she told me, among the buyers of these hats, at from 25 cents down, were women whose husbands have always been accounted wealthy, or at least well off. They were frank to admit that they, like everybody else, had to economize. INVESTMENTS . . . a search One of my neighbors recently came into a good many thousands in cash, the proceeds of his father's life insurance. He asked several business friends, including two bankers, to suggest sound, safe investments. Every one he asked threw up his hands. My friend had no use for another home or any more land, and he did not want to take a speculative chance with the money. Finally he decided to buy a joint annuity for himself and wife—they are both close to sixty—payable as long as either of them lives. He found he could get $3,500 and more a year for his fifty thousand dollars, or better than 7 percent on the capital. That, he decided and his banker agreed, was about as close to security as anyone can get these days. Young People Miss Injury in Accident Two Anaheim young people escaped injuries Saturday morning when the machine they were driving plunged through a dip three miles west of Anaheim on Lincoln boulevard, crashing into a tree. The young people were Mary Lou Pearson, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Harry Pearson of North Lemon street; and Houston Kier Jr., son of Mr. and Mrs. Houston Kier of North Palm street. Three States Will Picnic October 13 Three state societies—New York, Oregon and Washington—will hold their annual picnic reunions at Sycamore Grove park, Los Angeles, Saturday, October 13, according to announcements this week. New Yorkers will occupy the left side of the park in the main section, and Oregon and Washington the right side. UTOPIAN IDEAS FAIL Utopian schemes from the days of Plato down to the present have invariably foundered on the hard rock of human nature, says Richard Sheridan Ames in his article "Cock-Eyed Utopias." TOWNE OGGERY 157 W. Center St., Anaheim 100% SHAVE COMES TRUE 20 keen blades in the handle—instant blade change—blades cost less... Ask to see Schick Repeating Razor. All dealers $3. (Includes clip of 20 sealed blades). Schick Repeating RAZOR Who's Afraid of the Lonely Road? 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