The San Francisco call., 1897-08-27
Her Experiences of the Pas.
Few Years Portrayed in
Her Own Words
CAMPED ON MOUNTAIN
HEIGHTS ALONE.
TWo-SIded Lives CT Some Men She
Has Met in MetrorO Itan
Clubrooms.

STOCKTON, CAL, Aug. 26-For a
month past one of the arks on McLeods
Lake in this city has been the abiding
place OF one of the strangest characters
that the local author. ties have ever had to
deal with. Fer some time it was known
10 them that there was n woman living in
stockton in the garb of 4 man, but try as
they would to locate her their efforts were
without avail until Sunday night, when,
as has been heretofore desert bed in The
CALL Police Detectives Carroll and kIech
overlook Miss Bean na.querading in male
attire while on her way 10 church to listen
10 the music. Music this modern Rosa
lind is passionately fond of, and she will
60 miles to hear anything in the musical
line.
The story OF her experience with the
officers has already been related. To
them she told very little of her past, but
to The CALL correspondent last night Miss
Bean chatled on paper for hours. She has
not the power of sTeech, but her heariug
is keen. The police were of the opinion
that she was shammins DUN oness, but
they are now convinced that the erratic
young woman cannot talk. When the in
terviewer intimated that he believed she
could talk if she wanted 10 Miss Bean
burst into tears and declared on pauer
that her loss of speech was an atdiction so
keenly felt by her that it wrenched her
heart whenever touched upon.
Babe" Bean, as she calls herself, said
that she was nearly 20 years Old ana
that when but 70 she married a man who
did not treat her as he SHOULD, and after
a few months of married life she Was D.
arated from him, to diff about the world
in the garb of man. Last night she
wrote the following for THE CALL, and
while writing the tears welled up In the
eyes OF the pretty girl and the deep red
lips trembled when the writing OF some
portions of her history recalled incidents
of her early lie. This is her remarka bic
story:
Has love had anything to do with my pres
ent mode OF living? Such question TO ask
Listen, and judge for yourself:
Ny first recollectlons of loving any one is OF
dark. handsome and noble face, with honor
stamped upoh every feature-a sold er; TO N /.
hero. Who snail chlde me fOr loving sucn a
one? Twas my father. Mingie with thls the
sunny smiles OF one OF the tairest, swee test
yo1 have what is 10 NE the dearest picture
that ever graced piece of canvas or chung
on memory's walls" This, sir, has been the
only love / knew which has been the doing or
undoing of a life time.
Twas always happy as child, but seldom
so now. My mother l can only remem Der
lady of elegance ana refiuement-gentle
always, but proud and firm. l loved her with
all my heart; but to me she was like an lido,
and | feared even to talk to her times lest
my rough manner might offend her. Strange
way for child 10 think, you Will Say, but
none the less 1t so. consequently this
forced me to lean more toward my father.
Though he never was par tiAl he seemed 10
understand me better, and with his death my
spirit died too. From tomboy full of am
bItions was made into a sad and thoughtful
woman. From that time l grew heartess.
wanted to be out in the air always desire
for liberty and freedom took such hold upon
me that at night, when all were asleep
would get up and wander about in our imme-
diate grounds as If in search of something
could not tell what.
Shortly after this | commenced to grow re-
bellious-took interest iu nothing save in lis
tening to some caller telling OF the wonders Of
the world. On. If were but boy ! Just 10
be able 10 see all these beautiful things! What
would not have given? Mother and ia her
had Travelled extensively, and in narrating
their experiences little did they dream tn {
they were laying the first stones upon which
my strange life was to be built.
Ny mother feared for my future. l must
here say we had become and had been for
some time reduced in circumstances and
only in late years have realized the sacrifices
that must have been made in order to keep
me at school. Nothing but conven: could
save me, thought my mother, and there | re-
ma1ned. How l yearned for the freedom