The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1919-11-21


some one else was with US at all
times when Mr.. Holt and were To-
gcther. lilo was kind 20 mo and con.
siderate OF me always. but nothing
moro.
Beaver Brings Holt
II was my husband himself who
brought Mr.. Holt into our homo-as
a eoarder. This was after Mrs. Hollis
sad death. l wanted no boarders. and
Il was against my wishes that he
came.
Mr.. Holt had been taking his meals
az our house for some weeks lie
and my husband seemed on friendly
terms. and there was never reason
That | know OF why James Dcaver
should have acted as he did later.
But. OF sudden. hts attitude
changed Hc came home one night
with anger distorting his features.
lie accused me Of being intimate with
Mr.. Holt. was shocked and
stunned. My selfrespect was wound
ed My pride was crushed. Hla In.
suit naddencd me.
I told him then. IN anger. what I
thought OF him. told him what I
thought OF Mr.. Holt.
What l said only inruria,ee him
the more Mr.. Holt he accused as
he had accused me and forbade him
TO re-enser our home again.
Story Spreads
Tho story OF how my husband.
Sergeant Major James r. Dcayer.
had accused me OF familiarity with
II. c. Holt. our boarder. and Of how
he had ordered Mr.. Holt out Of our
home. spread rapidly about All
beach. Distorted and nIsconstrued.
il became current gossip. fragments
OF which came back to me.
was pictured as a heartlea-
woman who had deceived a loving
husband 70 toy with the affections
OF a simple old wldower.
While l was cruelty hurt knew
Il would do me no good 10 attempt
to explain matters. for tho more
might have said the more tho Eossips
would have talked. I kept my In.
juries to myself and tried to appear
unconcerned and even ignorant Of
the deceit and treachery that swirl.
ed about me.
l tried. on the other hand. 20 keep
my mind busy with the details OF my
household duties. My sewing had
taken n great deal OF time and the
eyestrain was beginning to tell. By
close economy l had been able to
rake and scrape enough money to-
gether to buy myself a sewing ma
chine. That sewing machine meant
much TO me. II represented hours
Of toll and great Belfdeniai
One day I took my son Earl to
picture show. I left him there 10
attend TO some shopping. telling him
20 go straight home as soon az the
picture was finished He was old
enough 10 20 alone TO the street cars
and knew could rely upon him
10 obey. I attended to my business
and when / arrived home shortly
after o'clock Earl was there ahead
OF me. And the sight that greeted
my eyes would have broken the
spirit OF any woman.
He Upbraids Her
Our home, garage though II was.
was desolate. empty Of every stick
by that time callous 10 grief and
by that time caious to grief and
disappointment Ny tears. thought.
were dried forever. and my heart
hard. But I was mistaken. I made
haste TO look about for my sewing
machine that had worked 80 hard
70 get It was gone-gone with the
rest--carted away.
In rage James Deaver told me
I wasn't a 1T woman 10 have the
care OF my boy. allowing him TO run
the streets alone. II was more than
could bear.
Was he going now. I wondered. TO
try to tear my boy from me7
was the vn other Of my boy and was
determined nothing In the world
should take him from me--nothlng.
not while lived. guess every
mother feels that way. / told James
Beaver that night that I was thru
forever. that | had lived the last
day under tho same roof with him.
sent my boy to n neighbours
house and told him to walt there for
me. And then, for two hours that
seemed like two years. l fought my
husband. trying to escape from our
empty house to go / knew not
where, but anywhere so long as II
was away from him. He entreated.
implored, promised and threatened.
But his threats and entreatles fell
upon unhearing and unheedlng ears.
/ would have killed myself. but I
would not have stayed there with
him another night.
Somehow, didn't quite know how
I was to escape from him and flee
with my boy, and I fought. fought.
fought. eluding his great hands and
arms, lodging first into one corner,
then into another. for two OF the
most awful hours Of my life. Finally,
/ eIuded him, rushed from the house
and ran-ran with all the speed
that was I'm me TO the homo where
my boy was waiting.
Close ut my heels ran Major
Deaver, shouting at me 10 stop.
lodged him. seized my boy and
while my husband ragged, my boy and
I sped into the woods and were lost
10 the rest OF the world In dark.
ness.
ITO BE Continued