Albuquerque morning journal. [volume] (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1903-1926, 1910-03-27

does not always mean hat Like be-
gets like or at least Il did not in the
case of Faith Fanchon, who at the
first symptoms of the invading foe.
tuberculosis, boarded the California
limited, ben on Wrestling from the
Fair Gods of the West the glorious
heritage OF health. Enshrined with
in a frail body dwelt a heroic soul or
else the contemplation of exile from
home and friends had appalled, her.
Her arrival in Albuquerque, n. NJ,
on a chill October night was untimely
The territorial fair was in progress
and Railroad avcnu was ablaze with
honfires around which Indians. half
clad, disportcd to a weird. m~onotonous
chant which struck II chill of fear to
the stout heart of my little heroine.
Not realizing 1t was "A carnival, sho
was both frightened and ~astonished
at the strenuosity of life in the Far
West. She wondered how she could
find a foot place in such Il dense
crowd and even had visions of being
captured or scalped by the horrible
painted savages who seemed to own
the earth and the fullness thereof in
this busting town and to be running
il to please themselves. She had been
given the name of the Sturges hotel.
50 she hailed a cab and told the driver
who grinned as she told him the adj
dress. she had hardly time TO get in
before she got M and gave the driver
30 cents for simply crossing the mar
row street. Upstairs, Miss, he di-
rected, as he helped her from the
carriage. She toiled slowly up the
long flight of stairs in a sort or pal
sled state, her teeth chattering III n
childish terror. The exertion brought
on a fit of coughing. The clerks
experienced eye took in the sitaution
and the rule of mo Consumptives
Taken was as strong as that of the
Modes and Persians, so he answered
~courteously, Full up; no vacant
rooms, Miss but | must rave a
room: can't | sit here" indicating a
seat in the reception hall. NO con
sumptives accommodated" he retort-
I'd CURLY. (
Exiled from home and friends. she
had contemplated life in Il community
of change and changing ideas, she
had expected, but not this, not iso-
lltion from her kind; not to be shun-
ned and feared by those she met; not
to be a leprous, hated thing. Her
pride rallied to her ~self-control, and
steadily and firmly she walked down
and down, hot indignation lending
speed to her tired feet, until she stood
nee more in the glare and blare OF
the crowded street, n along the line
of the least resistance was propelled
by the croWd up ana on until finally
at n side street h e~Xtricated her
self following the guidance OF en-
graved legends on many houses of
FURNISHED Rooms" Everywhere she
was turned away. Her ~paroXysns OF
coughing became more frequent and
were ever the prelude of a curt re-
fusal for shelter. Finally, one place
was more kline or more complainant,
Tor by this time in the small hours
OF the morning, Faith Fanchon, the
immaculate, looked more like a be-
"draggled denizen of street corners
than the sweet, true, brave girl that
she was. Barricading the door with
every movable piece of furniture in
the room, she crept to bed, drawing
the covers over her head, lying open
eyed with cough racking- her slender
frame. Thus she passed her first
night in Albuquerque, a lonely, an
guished soul, in the midst of a bed
OF savage noises. Her courage
saw the deserted. but confetti-strewn
streets. 1t dawned on her hat what
she had witnessed the night before
was only merry-making and not an
accompaniment of everyday life in
Albuquerque. As she caught sight OF
the mountains. yelled in their blue
Inists. and noted the opalescent tints
Of the sandhills, she felt a spiritual
uplift of courage and hope while the
morning sunshine went to her mead
like wine. +.
The next day she managed to es- ,
herself in a respectable board
ing house, but she was made to feel F.
she was a thing set apart. I'M
as it were. She thought OF the -.
story wherein the leper stood at the
gate, calling to all who came nigh,
be branded thus. This was not over !
wrought fancy on her part, for the !
conversation would lag when she en- ,
cred the room. Her place at the ia !
bile was the farthest corner, remote as
possible from food or people. II she
into an upholstered chair, tlie
landlady would fumigate it; II she :
up a magazine and put il down 1t !
vas at once burned. The landlady !
was one of those model ones whose
-leanliness tends to the discomfort
of an within their radius. and the sem
sitive nature of Faith Fanchon shrank !
rom even meeting her eye. She ate
meals in silence n then took the
long walks which the lovely weather !
permitted. These frequently led her
q the sandhills. The view from there !
VI the volcanoes opposite seemed W
rest her troubled soul and teach her
endurance. In one portion Of these ,
foothills. there was "A sapling tree n
IN iron bench; his was called, by J
courtesy, the Highland Park. IT was
her habit to go there TO read. one az !
climbing to this vantage ,
ground, a new sense of the desola- |
ion Of il all swept over her. The vast
stretches of sand. the sullen noun q
aims, the immutable volcanoes, all !
her. Humans need human
nature win not always satisfy the =
need of compaBionship. This was !
through her mind as she
slowly up the hill. What was
her surprise TO see the bench occu- {
pied by a secdy individual. who. ris- }
.ng, offered her the seat with a sort )
If refined courtesy, out of variance |
with his appearance. Don't let me ,
disturb you" she said hastily. Not !
all: | was just resting" Noting !
hat the mar was or had been a gen I
leman. longing with a desperate force q
Tor the sound of the human voice. she {
answered sweetly: DO sit down;
here is room for us both on this seat J
md | think, If YOU don't mind, ,
would like TO talk to you a little The ;
hOur was twilight; the woman lovely, !
50 conversation ensued. Faith intro
iucing herself quite simply. "A pref I
y name" he said in a southern-touch- I
ID accent: land yours" she queried ;
Dillingham; "A tramp. by profess |