The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1925-10-10
MAID LOWRIE'S STORY Back il I9is2a=W3z7
New and Amazing Serial Describes Ont
Mans Long But Losing Battle
for Freedom

the worlds series games. / had
won my bet, but had been utterly
unable to locate the saloon where
/ placed it. had made a nusi-
ance of myself going from saloon.
to saloon in the uptown tenderloin
district trying to locate my stake
holder.
/ was broke. My hotel bill was
due. knew I could borrow more
money, but the lowering horrors
made me fearful to do so. With
more money IwouId probably con-
tinue to drink. / must sober up
or 90 crazy. didn't know whether
Mildred had any money or not.
i didn't even know whether she
had food for herself and the baby;
though she had credit at the
tradesmen's. John Barleycorn had
made a beast of me.
Trying to Decide
Sober up or go cracy! Neither
prospect was pleasant to contem-
plate in my wretched physical con-
lition, but chose the lesser
ordeal. Lying wide awake at 8
O'Clock in the morning with voices
in my ears and drab devils peer
ing at me from the darker corners
of the room, I tried to. decide
what to do. Should / seek adj
n1ittance to the psychopathic ward
Of the city and county hospital or
should go home and endeavor TO
fight back to normal alone?
Either way meant torture and
not much human sympathy. The
doctors / knew would be scien-
tifical.y efficient, but would be
merely q subject" to them. At
home could not expect much
help. Mildred had long since
assumed an attitude of contempt
toward me. Several times she
had declared that her only solu-
ton was q divorce. She had
reached the breaking point. Any
ministrations she might perform
for me she would feel were wasted
merely getting me fit and ripe
for a fresh Apree. I felt hopeless;
unfit to survive. OF what use
was I, anyway? The world would
be better off without me.
Sure, that's the dope, said
husky voice in my ear. GO
QOtNIl anu Ia g1AS1f ICY
could feel the fetid breath of the
speaker. its putrefaction was in
nv nostrils. 1t was the voice of
some man 1 knew, but couldn't
place. / jumped out of bed in
paroxysm OF rage and fear. Some
thing moved under the bed. A
cold sweat broke out on me. l
knew had little time to lose. /
must do something. and at once.
I dressed fumblingly. my fingers
wouldn't button, couldn't fasten
my collar, nor lace my shoes
evenly. Every second my terror
grew. Two or three times =
jumped involuntariIy from sud
den-appearing reptiles. finally
ran out = leaving the door open.
The clerk on duty was half asleep,
but had no. sympathy Tor him.
Broke
Where can get drink
shouted, I'm getting the ID. It's"
mot much chance" he yawned.
None of the saloons open up
now until or IS o'clock. Guess
youn have to wait"
but i can't wait, mang
cried. isn't there somebody in
the house that's got some?
There must have been some
thing In my appearance that Inn
pressed him with the need for
action.
sWait a minute he said, tap
A uniformed boy appeared
from somewhere and the two held
a low consultation. Then the boy
got his hat and disappeared.
was striding back and forth Ike
a tiger.
"Hel get some" said the
clerk. "Sit down. Take it easy.
He'll be right back"
Presently the boy returned. He
produced a pint of whiskey from
under his coat. I snatched and
drank from it greedily-nearly
half Of it. I didn't think to offer
either Of them a drink, but put
the bottle in my hip pocket and
. started for the door.
Just a minute, haven't you for
gotten something?" called the
clerk. "You didn't pay for that"
To Be Continued Monday