The Spokane press. [volume] (Spokane, Wash.) 1902-1939, 1908-10-29
.cial Correspondence to The Press

| Special Correspondence to The Press
CHICAGO, Oct 29.-Hazel Maine,
heroine of a double extra thrilling
kidnapping experience, appears to
have taken the part of maid in
yellowback novel. Hazel is II years
old and was employed in the Sharp
hotel Milwaukee.
The drama in which she has fig
ured so prominently is in two
scenes. The first shows her in her
modest room at the hotel, at the
close of her days labor, painting
pictures. The stage is darkened
for a spell and when our heroine
again appears in view she is in
| Chicago wearing a badly fitting
suit of gents clothes.
What happened in the meantime,
according to the maiden's nara
tive, was a clase of pity beautiful
Hazel Maine.
AS has been said the close of her
working day found Hazel in her
own little room neutrality-suspicious..
1t was her favorite pastime. She
dreamed of the day when, mayhap,
her products also would make Mil
| waukee famous. Of a sudden she
heard a rustling sound back of her
in the apartment and her blood ran
| ice cold in her veins. A chill dread
scrambled her brains and paralyZed
her muscles. All but her neck. She
was able to turn her blond head,
and then her blue eyes fell upon
the sinister face of a roughly dress
ed villain. She would have shrek
ed but her tongue Glove to the
roof of her mouth. Seeing that
he was discovered the rascally in
truder was quick to action. With
a muttered oath he sprang upon
his quarry. He was probably satur-
ated with chloroform. Hazel ex-
perienced a choking, sinking SEN
sation, and then it was case of
farewell, Milwaukee. She passed
into the realm of unconsciousness.
Also, as will be shown in the next
chapter, into Chicago.
The second scene in the play
shows Wabash avenue near
Twelfth street Chicago, in the
early morning. 1t was so early in
fact, that the hoboes who steal
embottled milk from doorsteps
were hardly about yet. A rubber
heeled policeman was silently pac-
ing his beat. A dainty figure ap-
preached. The figure looked like
a walking collection of wrinkles
and the wait was mincing. A lot
of yellow hair bulc;rg out under
the rim of a soft IT,. suggested to
Vidocq ON parade that maybe he
beheld a maiden in disguise. 1t
was even SO.
Her piping voice when she ask
ed the way to National avenue be-
trayed her sex. There isn't any
National avenue in Chicago.
where dye think we are?' ask
ed the copper gruffly.
| an Milwaukee, sir" she answer
ed falteringly. Twas enough.
He led her to the Harrison street
Jail, where sleuths learned her
story. She told of the assault that
interrupted her painting and her
ensuing insensibility. When ske
recovered her senses, she said, she
was on a bed in windowless
room. An old bag with hooked
nose stood at the bedside.
"Oh, kind madam, where am II"
she had asked.
Hold your tongue; you shall
never leave this room alive" had
been the answer.
Several villains flashed through
the room, but held no converse
with her. Ever and anon she at
tempted to escape; but, alas, it
was in vain. The vigilant bag
tagged her in the hallway. Her
outlook was dark, indeed. But the
spirit of her Milwaukee ancestors
sustained her. She would yet foil
her heartless captors.
She did it, too, by finding a suit
of mems clothing in the room and
disguised by wearing them, walk