The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1925-06-30
New and Amazing Serial Describes One
Mans Long But Losing Battle
for Freedom
for Freedom


WITHOUT warning monstrous
creature, half lion. half croco-
ollie, sprang before me-from
nowhere-its horrible dripping
mouth wide open. its red eyes
cleaning. uttered wild
scream. T wheeled and dashed
madIy back in the direction I
had come. The thing followed.
1t galloped. / could feel its
fetid breath on the back Of my
head. In terrible despair tried
to increase my speed. / couldn't
gain an inch. The monsters
tongue shot out and took
quick, nasty lick laround my
neck.
Awaiting The Death Sting.
I collapsed in horror, skidding
along the ground for several feet
before I fell. It was The end. Y
was to be devoured alive by
hideous monster, the like of
which had never heard existed.
4 waited the death bite, trying to
pray. Nothing happened. s
i don't know how long / re-
nnalned in paralyzed anticipation,
but suddenly the thought came to
nv mind that I had fooled the
creature-that it had gone right
over me when fell. Il was
like being born again after a
long death.
sat up and laughed in exul-
tation. I laughed and laughed and
laughed. until just as / was
about to stagger to my feet,
green and red snake colled and
ready to spring confronted me
and I fell backwards in what
seemed to be dead faint When
revived. there were voices talk
ing to me.
One voice I recognized. an it
was the most persistent. It was
the voice of George. soft, purring
George whom at the time CON
sidened my best friend. You're
goneyou'fe gone-you're gone!
The insane asylum for yours!
Ha. ma. ha9'
The insane asylum! The words
struck awful terror to my heart.
/ felt as If the very pillars of my
soul were falling in. ] was, in
deed. gone The fact in the tree,
the insults at the table, the chase
BY the. sanguinary mob, the
crocodile monster, the red snake
alI were decisions. the Pigments
Of brain that was oozing into
slush.
Alcohol had got-me. was in.
sane. crazy. thing to be strait
jacketed and fed with wooden
spoon. Great surges of self-pity
swept over me. I put my hands
to my face and blubbered, hope
ieEsly. despairingIy.
And then. suddenly like every
thing else that happened that
night. I had lucid moment and
remembered what my friend Doug.
lass. a chronic dipsonaaniac, had
told me when he had been paroled
In my custody for the might from
the Napa Insane Hospital few
weeks Before.
Chapter XIII.
The. instant 1 thought OF Doug
lass my mind clarified to such an
extent that I felt intoxicatingIy
normal-drunk with relief, so to
speak.
Douglass, at the behest, of
Older. had voluntarily submitted
to six moths commitment at
the Napa State Hospital that he
might try the interchangeable
treatment for the cure of chronic
alcoholism. After he had been
there four months "a party of us
motored up to see him and his
condition was so markedly Inn
proved that the superintendent
had permitted him to take us
along with him to Napa Soda
Springs for the night.
After dinner at the soda springs
Douglass and I had gone for a
moonlight walk, during which he
bad told me great deal about
his awful experiences as drinker.
Among other things he recounted
his fights against the horrors"
explaining how that awful state