Perth Amboy evening news., 1911-04-07
IS BEST
PLACE TO HIDE
Doctor Cooks Story OF His
Wanderings.

DR.. Cook, is his article In Hamp-
tons Magazine for April, tells of
his wanderings over the world in the
thirteen months during which his
whereabouts we're unknown. Some
six months after leaving New York,
the Doctor and his wife were In
Buenos Ayres. He writes:
Mrs. Cook and 1 had agreed on a
trip up the Parana River. At Mon
tevideo we received a number Of
letters and newspaper clippings
which had been forwarded by rela-
/ tives. These caused us TO change
our plans. One letter was from Mrs.
Cooks sister. 1t was about u
children. They had been placed In
a private school where, so the letter
ran, reporters were annoying outra-
geously not only them but also the
school authorities.
"In all the world there Is nothing
I love so much as my children; the
thought of them is the tenderest
spot in my heart. Perhaps a parent
who has seen a loved little one
abused may realize the unutterable
woe that gripped my heart when ]
read the letter. Nothing that had
happened to me, no slur Of implied
enormity, had affected me so much
as this.
MRS Cook prepared at once to re-
turn to New York, where she would
get the children quietly and take
them to Europe. At Montevideo,
where she sailed, I received among
my mail copies of the New. York pa
pers containing accounts OF my
flight" the Durkfe and Loose ex-
pose, and the Copenhagen verdict.
Until l opened these pages my wild
est imaginings had pictured nothing
SO utterly shameful as this. l stared
at the awful black headlines In a
trance Of unbe1tef ~and horror. A
man reading his death warrant, and
feeling life slipping from him, might
experience something Of what l did
then.
81 boarded a steamer bound for
the Mediterranean. Ny intention
was to go to Italy-Where l never
arrived. We were approaching the
Canary Islands. I got my luggage
together, and landed there.
"In a few hours another steamer
arrived. This I~boarded. No one
SCOkuILCu LIZ VA thO o6o' =
was left alone with my inconsistencies
and the unhappy company Of my
thought. Some time early in April
L landed at Plymouth and thence
went to London. It occurred to me
as l walked the streets the first night
of my arrival hal seclusion in the
Englist metropolis was more ecure
than in a desert. Who could search
me out here?
1T is a singular thing how utterly
alone a man can be among a cheer
full, boisterous crowd Of human be-
ings.
with the exception of a beard
which l had grown, | never wore any
disguise.
For a while I lived at the Cecil,
where many Americans usually stop.
One evening while In the lobby / en-
gagged in conversation with a pleas
n rellow VINO tod me he was a
newspaper man one one OF the Lon
don dailies. We exchanged James
and In the days that followed be-
came very friendly. ! often Won
dered how I might amaze him II l
told him who l was. On the lookout
for news, here was one story that
escaped him.
my life was aimIess and futile.
Since leaving New York l had not
laid pen to paper. ! read little.
Day by day l sat thinking-think-
ing until it seemed my brain must
exhaust itself repeating the rigma-
role of unhappy, unsatisfactory
thoughts. The verdict of the world
regarding mo became, each day,