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The evening herald. [volume] (Albuquerque, New Mexico) 1914-1922, 1920-12-13
PEOPLE YOU
KNOW


ANhuAhpoN NelhAEmBs auACAtt hutD "
Donald Steward OF East Las Vegas
was In the city yesterday.
j. Wickliffe Miller OF San Ysidro
In In the city today on business.
George S. Downer Is In San Marc.al
today on legal business for the Santa
Fc railroad.
Mr.. ard Mrs. Frank Mangan were
In thu city today on their way home
to E;panola, n. NJ, after n honey
moon spent In Arizona Califor-
mia. Mrs. Mangan was Miss RATHER
inc Little OF this city. Mr.. Mangan
IN connected with the Bond and Nohl
company nj EspanolR.
Mrs. II. X. Scheck returned home
this morning from Belen. where she
has been visiting friends for several
days.
Bert Vorhes OF Los Angeles. IL in
the dty Visiting his mother. Mr..
Worries formerly lived in Albuquer-
que.
James w. Knox. representing the
Richard l.. Woodson brokerage, will
leave this evening for an extended
business trip to I'll Paso.
Mr.. and Mrs. Jack Lapraik, who
have been in Oracle, Ariz., near
Tucson for several months, are back
in thu city.
The evening herald. [volume] (Albuquerque, New Mexico) 1914-1922, 1920-12-13
Mrs. F. A. Murphy Dies
After Brief Illness

Mrs. Mary r. Murphy. wife Of +. T..
Murphy. for 20 years a resident OF
Albuquerque, died It 1880 this after
noon at the family home, 7O4 West
Gold avenue, after an illness of nine
days. Mrs. Murphy was so years old.
The funeral arrangements had not
been completed this afternoon. An
announcement vii be made tomorrow
by e. r. French.
Mrs. Murphy Is survived by her
husband, one OF the veteran conduc'
tors OF the Santa Fe coast lines SER
vice, one son, Leo, a member OF the
Y. l.. Washburn company, and three
daughters, Misses Frances, Cecile and
Florence.
The evening herald. [volume] (Albuquerque, New Mexico) 1914-1922, 1920-12-13

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The evening herald. [volume] (Albuquerque, New Mexico) 1914-1922, 1920-12-13

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DEATHS
JAMES RopERr oHANpLnR

James Robert Chandler died At his home
on East Lewis avenue last nlght, age ~
years. He was with the A. Y. Y. In France,
where he lost his health. Was a member
Of the Amfrican Legion. HIS mother and
other relatives were with him when death
came and will take the body back 10 the
home Of his birth at Oklahoma city, Okla.
MRS. MAYE Z. TAYLOR.
Mrs Maye = Taylor died at her apart.
husband. Jesse J Taylor, was here with her,
aud her father aud mother viii arrive In
Albuquerque tonight Remains are at strong
Brothers funeral parlors aud funeral an
nouncenent will be made later.
ANDERsON-Arthur G. Anderson. 80
years old. died at his home on East Iron
avenue at ego o'clock this morning. Ito
leaves a widow and two children here and
three sisters and three brothers In Mime.
sofa. He came here a year and a half
ments will be announced later. &. T. French
PEREAsThe funeral Of Iablo Perea.
meats TS1 d'S 500 'NSooqpsaSS TRipts"Rh street VIII be
held tomorrow morning from Crollott funeral
pariors. Burial viii be At Santa Barbara
cemetery.
RfLEY-Miss Louise Riley died sunday
morning Ht her apartments 10 the High
lands. hits Riley came here from Chester,
Texas. The body was taken to Crollott
relatives at Chester. Texas.
NONTAYA-Mrs. Rita +. Montaya, ~
years old, died yesterday morning At her
residence, south end Of town. from Bright
disease. She is survived by three sons and
a daughter. Funeral arrangements will he
made today. Crollott Is In charge.
VANDAMME-The funeral Of George G.
Vandamme, who died sunday morning, win
DO held this afternoon from the family resi-
dence, ga keleher avenue. Burial will be
1T Santa Barbara cemetery. Crollott will
be- In charge.
CAsTls-O-Mazimo Castillo died early
this morning AZ his residenhe. North Fourth
street. Mr.. Castillo had only been sick a
short while. lie Is survived by one sister.
No funeral arrangements have been made
yet. Crollott Ia in charge.
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GARD OF THANKs.

To all those friends who gave their
sympathy and floral offerings In U
recent sad bereavement. We extend
our heartfelt thanks.
MRS. FRANK CERVANTES AND
FAMILY.
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Putting Him Through the Test

anywhere" Mr.. Mexican had often said
to Myra's mother during the many
days Henry had courted Myra, and
Mrs. Mexican had always agreed with
him without moments hesitancy, al
though in her own quiet moments she
sometimes fell to wondering and then
she would suddenly stop and chide
herself for being so intense in analyz-
ing ones character
The next evening it was very en-
thusiastic young man who ran up the
steps of the exclusive bachelor club of
Detroit to tender his resignation. And
il was with a new and frmer grip he
extened his hand in response to that
of bis best chum, Willard Lawrence,
when that honorary member wished
him the best IN the world
but tell me, began Willard in his
quizzical way when they had seated
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playing bridge with Myra in the great
drawing room OF the Mexican mansion,
Mrs. Mexican called Henry aside on
some pretext or other and escorted
him TO her private room.
Henry" she began little solemn
ly. 81 have something 10 tell you be-
fore you marry Myra 1 think, now
that you are about to become her hus-
band and will hold her future in your
hands. you ought to know that she IS
not our child"
Henry's face went a CHASTITY white.
Mrs. Mexican noted it. but continued:
She was left on our front step TWEEN
~ years ago. little bundle of pink
life, and We took her in and raised
her as our own" Mrs. Mexican arose
as though her confession was over.
much TO her relief. Henry walked 81
lently out of the room just behind Mrs
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Fires That Have Burned Out

Warm enough?" he asked, sitting
down beside her. Somewhat clumsily
he pulled the armine stole she wore
closer around her bare shoulders.
She did not answer him Her eyes
were on the flowers around her, flow
crs whose fragrant petals were drift
ing down at every little breeze that
rippled over the garden.
81 am in love with you. You know
you must have seen"
DON'T" she exclaimed YEARLY.
Then, after pause, Each of us has
the capacity for one great passion in
life. When that has been dissipated,
there is nothing left but the ashes of
burned out fire. When they were in
nocently discussing divorce at the ia
bic tonight, wanted to cry out. How
can you argue questions of which you
know nothing. have been through
the mill. There are scars burned in
to my flesh"
Tell me" whispered Ned Planch-
ard. tell me. did you love as deeply
as that?"
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posed. Mabel Needham, "the woman is
always to blame. You are narrow
minded. Tony"
We'll, woman can do whatever she
pleases with man, and you know 1t, .
said Tony, warmly.
There is one thing that do know.
If every woman knew man like you
there would be more old maids like I
am in the world and fewer unhappy
married women"
You're not an old maid" argued
Tony You're Just the right age. old
enough to have some sense"
IF you two are not careful, we will
be buying your wedding presents with
in year" said the pretty, generous
young widow, who had made her home
among them for three years.
Tony grinned cheerfully at her. You
can say the incest things, Mrs. Wal
lace. II it were not for Mabel now, l
would propose to you" He winked
openly at Ned blanchard, for the
young engineer had evidently fallen in
love with Lenore Wallace on sight.
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how / always found their flnesse had
been acquired and never been born in
them. That's what has made all the
difference in the world. It's the pa
rents of a girl l consider in choosing
wife-not the girl herself so much.
for you know the old scientific law is
nat character always skips genera
ton and" Henry suddenly realized
he had said enough for Willard to I'M
derstand his point. He settled back
again into his big chair and struck a
match to his cigar.
you might be right, old boy" re-
marked Willard lightly, but / don't
think l could be SO scientific about
loving. II / loved a girl that's all
there'd be to it. I'm afraid" But Hen
~ held his own opinion and shook his
head in decided disagreement.
One afternoon when Henry was
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By Joella Johnson

Mexican like a body whose soul had
flown
Then the next morning Henry arose.
He was new man with a new light
in his eyes. He went to Mrs. Mexican
and told her Myra's birth made no diff
ference to him whatever. II love her
beyond all worldly interference, and.
although my plan has always been a
little different-love knows no Law
and Myra shall be my wife just the
same"
A few weeks later. just as the last
strains of the wedding march died
down and the multitudes of people be-
gan TO crowd out of the door of the
church after the bride was fitted away
in a pslatial car TO the Mexican home,
Mrs Mexican leaned back into the
cushions of her coupe and laughed
merrily. $50 glad" she said half
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arm and turned toward a little knoll
beyond which an orchard offered a
PARADISE of drifting loom.
Naneen breathed deeply and threw
out her arms in gesture of happy
abandon. To her establishment, Bob
Iayfield put an arm around her care
lassly. Come on, you pretty thing"
nc drawled quietly, I'm going to kiss
YOU. You've got me going"
Naneen was quick as a fash. A
business girl knows we'll enough how
to protect herself without making
scene. When she had told young May
field, who was millionaire's son and
therefore considered himself a privi-
legged character, just what she thought
of him and his kind. she whirled blind
~ into the orchard. There she found
IN old seat built around a gnarled ap-
pie tree and she dropped down on it,
her knees trembling so that she was
glad to rest for a minute.
You ran away from me, didn't
you?" Don Mupsen sat down beside
her. Then soberly. Il heard every
word you said to Mayfield. / wanted
to thrash him within an inch of his
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She treated him as she did all other
men. She was pleasantly agreeable.
nothing more. Only her hostess at the
dinner table knew that she was not a
real widow, merely the often abused
divorced woman" who had taken her
maiden name.
When dinner was over and the men
lingering for while over their liquors
and cigars had finally gone in search
of the women. Ned blanchard looked
vainly around the drawing room for
Lenore Wallace. French window
opened on the terrace and through it
he caught a sight of white gown fiut-
tering outside
Before him stretched flower gar
den where delicately tinted cosmos.
dahlias and late roses still courage
ously Haunted their blossoms. although
there was a hint of early frost in the
air. He followed Lenore down
winding gravel path to a stone bench
before fountain where the falling
water dropped like sparkling jewels
In the moonlight
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life, but if he has an ounce Of gray
matter, he won't need anything but a
telegram calling him away from here
today. You're very wonderful girl
to me. Naneen."
If there is one thing that hurts a
girl more than anything else in life,
it is to have the man with whom she
is in love and who is ostensibly not
for her, compliment her. For two.
years, every time Don Munsen had
entered his fathers private office. Ma
neen had felt that all OF the blood in
her body was beating in her small
ears. Every, time she had heard him
call some girl over the telephone to
make engagements, she had wanted to
scream, but instead, because she was
a clever girl who always used her
head, she had never by the pickering
OF an eyelid let him know what he
mattered to her any more than the
old janitor. One day, just week or
two before the house party, he had
brought her buncs of violets. She
had been so overwhelmed, SO utterly
happy that she was almost speechless.
but she had been able to thank him
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aloud, $50 glad it's the real thing. /
had my doubts. I must get TO him at
once"
Mrs. Mexican cornered Henry In an
aIcoye Of the reception room just aft
er they had received the guests IN due
formality.
Henry, my SON." she said softly, a
light of affection in her eyes, ''it isn't
so at all. She is our baby-little Ny
"a 1 was just testing you to find out
how much you really did love her.
Willard had told me your ideas OF life,
and experimental on your love with
the acid test VIII you forgive me"
she asked sweetly.
And Henry. taking her soft, smooth
face between his hands. kissed her
rcverently.
But wait till get willard" be
grinned, rushing on in his direction.
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further explained, to Fossett's glee,
that she was the rival of any "per-fes-
sional singer on the stage" He re-
tired reluctantly, and Miss Fannie
Thompson appeared. Fossett, expect
antly awaiting silver Threads Among
the Gold" by a limpid soprano of
doubtful age, sat up with start.
Great guns!" he whispered. hoarse-
ly, to Forrest, but she's a winner?"
Forrest, however, made no answer,
for as the orchestra swung into the
opening strains of late popular hit,
and the girl started to sing. he sat as
IL dazed. Where in the name of
Heaven did that girl come from? such
personality, and such winsome vivaci-
ty! At the conclusion of her act, For
rest, silently and dreamily. grasped
Fossett's arm and led him to the street.
Once outside, Forrest turned to Fos-
sett with a look of wonder.
Man alive!" he cried, that girls
a knockout Why, she'll fill the Olym-
pia to standin' -room. She's a find.
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She turned to him, her face wan In
the moonlight For three years
havc smiled at the world. new world
into which / forced myself, far from
the scenes of my one time happiness.
But through 1t all my heart has been
manned and crushed, like a bird with
broken wings that struggles valiantly.
yet yainly, to fly again. To forget is
impossible. Someone has wisely said
that man disappointed in love locks
that room in his heart dear to the old
love and throws away the key, but a
woman brushes the cobwebs from the
door and returns again and again. to
dream the old dreams"
81 love you. Lenore," he said, lifting
her hand to his lips. 81 love you. I
swear that I will live TO make you
happy"
"You," she cried accusingly. You.
who took my happiness awayl Oh,
the irony of life, that you should come
to me, after all these years and say, Il
love you Why Ned, you don't know
what love means"
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By Phil Moore

I'm going to book her UP"
Wake up, you're asleep" ridiculed
Fossett. why, there amt a chance
CT you coaKing her away from here.
But I've got TO hand it to you, she's
a wonder And pretty, well-I think
I'll stay over q while"
The next morning Forrest got the
address OF Miss Thompson from the
cigar clerk, and. accompanied by Fos-
sett, who had been impatiently trying
to get the manager started for up
wards OF two hours. they departed for
the Thompson home.
They were graciously received, but
their proposition met with a decided
chill. Playactin', asserted Mother
Thompson, was all right in its place.
but she didn't want her girl TO be an
actress. They coaxed and pleaded. but
TO no avail. Fossett, however, by his
power of persuasion. and helped by his
really likable self, that Fannie wasn't
long in finding out, gained in her
possible ally to their plans. He whis-
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By Elsie Endicott

He caught her in his arms and held
her head against his throbbing heart.
II have been utterly miserable every
minute since let you go. Lenore. We
were young. foolish. inexperienced"
me then Now that you have achieved
success, gratifed your ambition,
reached your goal"
1oJ sJJI Ino6 Ut coed on pau noK,,
"I agonized for a fading crown" he
told her sadly. Il wanted TO work
work for you, of course, and you
thought that I neglected you for
within. mere selfish purpose to ad-
vance myself in my profession. Girl,
dear" he lapsed into old lover-like en-
dearments, when a man finds the one
woman. he longs to succeed to lay his
laurels at her feet We quarrelled
about 1t once. Let's begin all over
again. Success is nothing, life is 10th
ing-without you!"
He released her abruptly and leaned
forward, head in his hands. The ar
rogant, selfishly important boy she
had loved was gone. A man. sadly
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wise and utterly lonely. was there q
his place. Motherhood. long denied,
stirred IN her heart. the heart that she
had schooled herself to believe could
hold only the dust OF her youthful
dreams.
"of course" he said In a tone that
brought lump to her throat and
mist Of tears to blur her eyes. 81 can't
expect you TO come back to me. have
made what the world calls success, but
IL is gall and NORWOOD without you.
And II come back to your" she
whispered breathlessly.
The sweet humility in the eyes he
lifted. the gentleness in his touch as
he held her in his arms again, told
more eloquently than words how much
he really loved her. Your little world
will claim you. Tony Mcclure says
that half the men here are in love with
you, he began jeaious1y. Can I make
you happy?"
"a bird whose wings have been
broken never tries 70 dy high nor far,
Ned, dear" she said softly.
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How He Helped Matters Along

be carried upstairs by servants and al
most every man was too utterly fool
ish to carry on any sort of CONVEX
sation. This was the life, then, that
she had read about and envied, con-
sidered Naneen thoughtfully. as she
looked around the room at the girls.
lounging indolently on chairs and di-
vans, putting at cigarettes.
1t was quite early the next morning
when. in chic serge suit and stout
brown walking-boots, Naneen availed
herself of her hostess suggestion to
get up and look over the farm a bit if
she did not like to sleep late. She
found her pleasant employer and his
good-iooking son at breakfast. Both
men rose quickly, greeting her cor
daily and she experienced her first
real pleasure at the much anticipated
house party while she sat at the table
with them. She announced her inten-
ton of taking brisk walk. whereup-
on the younger Munsen asked to &C
company her. While he was gone
upstairs to get into a pair of high
boots, her old employer aimed broad
side at her.
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themselves on the open balcony of the
clubhouse. how in the world did you
come to choose little Myra Mexican
when there were so many other girls
at your heels?'
Seriously" asked Henry as he
reached for his high ball on the wick
er tray at the side of the big easy
chair he was slouching into.
Why, yes-was there really rea-
son deeper than the lure of her pref
ty brown curls and big violet eyes p
Indeed there was" Henry said de-
cidedly. You've always known my
pet ideas of heredity. haven't your
Well. that's ii. You see, believe
that environment plays no part what
soever with a human being It's all in
the blood. Laury, and although all the
other girls I know were perfect Ia
dies with charming manners. some
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pered to her that he would probably
be in town a week. and drew for him
self an invitation to dine the following
evening Once outside. Forrest shook
his head dejectedly
Its durn shamei" he complained.
Shed be great card Well I guess
we'll go back tonight without her"
There, there" soothed Pete. don't
give up. Look here. I'm going TO stay
here while longer. Maybe / can land
her"
A week later Forrest received the
following telegram:
Thompson is coming with me to-
morrow. Bill her with Fossett. Dugan
and Bates. PETE"
FORESTS brow wrinkled. II would
be a great fzzle TO bill her up in the
papers and then have her desert him.
50 he shot back another wire to Fos-
sett: Are you sure she'll stick"
The answer was brief. but convinc-
ing: "She ought 10. She promised me
before a preacher"
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the rubes a bit" He rose, yawned
loudly and ambled into the lobby.
Tacking over to the cigar stand, where
Forrest was critically hunting for a
familiar smoke, he deliberately divert
ed the attention of the young girl from
Forrest
Miss. where's any excitement he
asked, leaning over the case with a
friendly smile.
II beg your pardon she replied, in
nocently. What do you mean"
Just this" he persisted This
gentleman here has sentenced me to
another days exile from my native
heath, which is a broad concrete thor
oughfare spoken of often as Broadway.
I wish to keep the sunny smile and
amuse myself. So the best little thing
you can do for this tired business
man, which is me. is to tell me where
can be amused tonight Me and my
rural friend, Mr.. Forrest. here"
Forrest, having dined luxuriously
over the first chemically pure fried
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away.
Five minutes later they were in the
iostling holiday-bedecked throng in
front of the church Neither was
recognized, for Fossett's makeup the
night before had laborately concealed
ais features, while Forrest was only
the manager, and therefore not previ-
ously in evidence. They ensconced
themselves comfortably in two seats
we'll front, and managed to take a
snickering interest in the first part of
the program, similar as 1t was, in ev-
cry respect, to the average of its kind.
Then the Sunday-chool superinten-
dent, an important little man with inn
pressive "sideboards" and offciously
acting as stage manager, call-boy.
stage carpenter, electrician and stage
hand, authoritatively assumed unto
himself the additional splendor of an
nouncing that "the next feature (accen-
tuatng the last eyllablel on our pro-
cram will be Miss Fannie Thompson,
of whom we are all so proud" He
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-Y LOVE you better than anything
3 in the world" said Henry Forbes
as he pressed kiss upon the lips
o. the girl who had just accepted him.
It was a balmy summer evening,
Myra Mexican was like girl in a
fairy story.
Once again he crushed her to him.
II seemed as il he were kissing each
one of her silky brown curls. Then
espying some one just entering the
Italian portola at the other end of the
garden, he suddenly released his new
Il acquired possession and he and
Myra fastened toward the portola
Myra's father and mother were seated
there. And 1t was with a joyous tri-
umphant ring in Henry's voice he told
OF the engagement, adding at the end,
"with your consent. of course"
/ There isn't more ideal young man
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He Made 1t a Binding Contract

a~ T EI4Pi Murder! The police!"
exclaimed Fpssett, disgust
eddy, as he rejoined Mr.. and
Nlfrs- Dan Dugan on the hotel porch.
s~Forrest's goin' to lay over in this hole
smother day. I knew no good would
come IN bookin' this tank route We
ought to be back at the Olympia and
good old Broadway. I'm dyin' of dry
rot IN this dump" And he pumped
himself into willow rocker despon-
IDENTIFY.
Mrs. Dan Dugan. otherwise known
and publicly billed the night before at
the opera house as Bates. of Fossett,
Dugan and Bates, Those Different
Dancers" grinned and patted Fossett
on the knee.
"Holdfin there, Bill" she admonish-
ed. It'll do your system a powerful
lot of good to miss the giddy going for
another day. Let's have little game.
mix, never. no." protested Fossett,
positively. .'I'm going to get the col
man and go down Main street and kid