The Washington times., 1925-10-13
DONALD LOWRIE'S' STORY Back i p
New and Amazing Serial cribes in Detail One Mans
Long But Losing Battle for Freedom AS Told
By Himself.


; IN tawn were not wanted by the
regular rooming houses VI
course. the rates in the. roomlng
houses were much lower than IN
the hotels, and many OF the Iair
visitors tried to take advantage
of the lower rate by applying Tor
accommodations overnight, or pos
sibly for two or three days.
Had they been taken In on that
basis the rooming houses would
have been filled up with tempo
rary patrons, a condition which
experience had proved initiated
against their regular function q
caring for persons who lived ana
worked in the city.
i therefore found myself tied UP
for 8 month in a more or less
smelly and dismal room, overlook
ing q back yard full Of scrawny
chickens and a stable which
housed four Woodworking mules
belonging to red-faced iceman.
learned the first night that this
icennan had q choice and varied
vocabulary which his iong-earned
helpers, and incidentally the neigh
borhood, had to endure. sent
for my trunk and then went into
town and wired Mildred my al.
dress.
Rosy Outlook
Next morning / felt much bet
ter and called on my two house
organ clients. They were delight
ed to see me, expressed satisfac-
ton at the way I had handled the
work during my absence, and sex
pressed the hope that nothing
WOULD interfere with my con-
tinued service to them. That. Of
course, made me feel still better.
I looked up my friend Chuck
Newell, and he told me he was.
sure he could turn some work my
way. / spent the afternoon at
the big fair, as sort Of celebraA
ton over the suspicious way mat
tiers looked. The relaxation did
me good and I returned to nv
room in high spirits. where i
cooked q couple Of chops and
made some coffee.
Just after dark knock came at
my door. It was q telegram from
Mil Valley. At first sight I
failed to grasp it's significance.
and was, obliged to read it slowly
and carefully a second time. II
was q reIayed wire from Dallas
forwarded to- me by Mildred 1t
offered me the editorship Of the
Dallas Saturday Night. and asked
for an immediate response 1t
was signed Walter A. Stevens.
Friendly Providence
I knew Stevens slightly. He had
consulted with me once before I
left Dallas about writing the edi-
torial page for a proposed weekly
he intended to launch. Evidently
this weekly had been. established
during nv absence, and appafent-
" his first editor had not proved
satisfactory. read the telegram
third time and felt like shout.
Inc. Here was work, regular
work Of an interesting kind. cofl1-a
Inc just when i needed II most.
Surely Providence must Re friend
IS. decided to act It once.
went downstairs to ts7a lephOne
and called Stevens at his
home, announcing thai Ia0wrie
was talking. The news seemed
to disccncert him for an instant,
and then he raised his voice to
very high pitch.
mighty good Of you to call up!
he shouted. Can you--will yOu
take the job? I'd like to know
right away IL possible. =
His voice had grown louder
with each word. He was almost
shrieking as he finished.
Yes, / think I'll take it, IL we
can agree on terms" / replied.
I'll call and see you in the morn
inghow would half-past nine
dor
SIN the morning?'' he shouted.
"Why-aIl right; but how can you
get here? That is-where are
you. anyway
Right here in Dallas" said.
'.Where'
"Oh-that's finer he exclaimed.
Il thought you were in Califor-
mia" His voice came down to
normal ludicrously.
CTO Be Confined Tomorrow