The sun., 1908-06-03
MRS. HULL FOOLS 'EM AGAIN
JERSEY IDENTIF'IER BECOMES
4 DESERTED BRIDE.
Lands the Newspapers This Time with
Yarn Of nm Elopement From Happy
Home With Wan who Had Ono Family
Living Once Identified Mrs. Whitmore.

Home With NHan who Had Ono Family
Living Once Identified Mrs. whitmore.
II little Mrs. Hattie Hull of Harlem should
ever tako up in earnest the business OF
rress agentng she would have the other
yeracious chroniolers Of imaginary happen
nas holding on to their jobs by their finger
iiys.
Twice In six months have certain news
rapers fallen for the moving narrations
cf Hattie Hull. Her picture has decorated
front pa ges, and dozens Of columns Of space
have been filed with her goings and COM
ngs. her saddening adventures.
The first time Mrs. Hull broke into print
was day or two after the body Of Mrs.
Lena whitmore was found In Lamp Black
swamp. when hundreds Of people from
all over this section Of the country were
irving to identify the body. She turned
up in Harrison on the arm Of an Even rtg
.Iournn' reporter, took one look at the body
and swung the lachrymal gates wide open.
II was her dear friend, Agnes Young, she
sobbed, while strong men choked and gath
cred nigh to support the frail little thing
in case her strength ebbed utterly away.
The police fed her and sympathized with
her and next morning she had her reward.
A slight female figure with a pathstic
lace who broke into convulsive sobbing
at the sight of her dead friend" one Of the
Park row heart wringers had it, together
with three column cut of Hattie on the
first page. simultaneously II developed
that Agnes Young was very much alive
and vexed. Did that bother Mrs. Hull Of
Harlem? Not nouceahly. She revamped
her Identification, weeping grievously. She
had fibbed for shame's sake, she moaned.
The body was that Of her beloved sister.
Minnie Jeanette CASTOR. of the blue hills
of Tennessee, later OF THE Moonlight
Maids in buresque. She hoped her dear
daddy, back in Gods country, wouldn't hear
about it, They wouldn't write him, would
they? Oh it would kill her She knew
she would die right on the spot Well.
if they had to take her picture again she
would like to comb her hair first and dab
a little powder on her face. Boom! went
the flashlights, police judge and Mrs Hull
Of Harlem in the centre of the picture.
More columns next morning dozens OF
portraits of the little sister weeping alone
In the metropolis for the slain burlesque
queen. character sketches personal inter-
views, contributions. with the line BY
Mrs. Hattie Hull and a wash drawing
Of the old home in Tennessee with father
mourning between two Ionic columns on
the veranda of the old home. Next day
Mrs Whitmore's body was identified and
Hattie dropped out OF sight.
Juanita CASTOR Reynolds, deserted wife
Of 10, bobbed up the other day. Juanita
CASTOR Reynolds. from an address in West
10th street. put an advertisement in ainews-
paper appealing for work as plain seam-
stress. 1t was a pathetic little ad and
caught the eye of kindly disposed woman.
TO whom Juanita told her story tearfully
Juanita's light hair tumbled down her back
The eyes Of Juanita were all pinky from
crying and the woe Of her. the pitiful mien
# her! Her homo had been in the B1he
Ridge Mountains Of Tennessee before a
handsome wretch Of 40, Immediately at
love and darken the sunshine Of life for the
little maid. She was an innocent child,
who thumbed her books, sang gayly all the
lay long and rode occasionally her light
footed saddle horse Tawm over the mountain
trails, The villain wooed her sister Cleo
because he could not know how much she
herself adored him
~ But he went away. that fellow with the
CITY clothes, the Van Dyke beard, the glossy
rlack hair and the fascinating voice. leaving
Cleo, his promised bride, and little Juanita,
whose heart was well nigh broken. Weeks
passed. A letter came. not to Cleo but to
Juanta, and q photograph was enclosed.
The maiden's heart leaped for Joy. He did
love her thenl 1t was she he had really
loved and not Cleo after all. She hid the
and the secret in her heart. Through the
gate Of love she had glimpsed new and
wonderful world.
On night In May she rode away from
the dear old home, dashing away furtive
tear. Her horse sped to the nearest rail-
his back. threw her arm around his faith
full neck kissed him once then struck him
lightly with the whip. He looked at her
with almost human intelligence. neighed
and was gone. Only the sound Of his
hoofbeats over the mountain trail came
back to the little girl.
Harry Reynolds. for that was the fellows
name, awaited Juanita in Newark. He
took her to Philadelphia and there they
were married. They made O home In
North Twelfth street and Juanita was in
9 ar happy One day day hs s sens I her ss
the marketing. The fruit man told her
i was counterfeit money, and her tender
heart nearly sundered then and there.
After that they came to New York, but
Juanita's romance was fast ebbing. One
'hy IteyuOluh ucpdfUSl, ltaVmB uOJO WutCn
said that he had been called out Of town.
\ few days later she penetrated to the
depths OF human misery. She learned
that the fascinating fellow was a Newark
printer who had wife and three children
when ne married her. Heartbroken but
proud. her Southern scirt coming to her
aid in her hour of need, she turned away
from her home and went to live in tiny
room in West 10th street She could sew
little and she advertised for work. There
vas her story.
Juanita repeated her story to the police.
The incident was described by one of the
newspapers that swallowed her story whole:
"Juanita CASTOR Reynolds, who until a
month ago was never away from the Blue
Ridge Mountains OF Tennessee, told IL
s.onbngly in soft, burning Southern dia-
Iect that brought moisture to the eyes of
the hardened officers as they sat in bare
cheap fiat at 500 West 10th street"
They wept like children these hardened
policemen, when the artless Juanita in
guired:
Are they all up Moth yere like NAH hus-
Another newspaper that printed Juanita's e
nie had to quote Riley to express the patfoe
~ me little woman's tragedy:
There, little girl, don't cry.
They've broken your heart. know:
And the glad Wild ways
of Your glrlhood days
are things OF the long ago.
nut heaven holds all for which you sigh:
'here, little girl. dn-'t cry.
JIianita IN comma nv xvtth h., ,,y,xx ,ri,s,t