The Washington times., 1925-09-01
MAUD LOWRTE'S STORY Back in REs2n=w1y2s
New and Amazing Serial Describes Ont
Mans Long But Losing Battle
for Freedom

worse. There's only one way.
I'll be a raving maniac before
know IT"
She switched on q light and
looked at me closely.
Go down and get it." she said.
eff you must have it, you must.
I'll help you control it. Don't
stay too long,
Evidently she had been i'm.
pressed by what / had told her
that Afternoon about my awful
experience at Aqua Caliente.
Resolution StfenE thei1ed
Leering devils danced back
wards from the stair before me
as / made my way to the street
floor. Fortunately there was
saloon right on that corner and
it was still open. l gulped down
a big drink Of whisky and
bought a pint bottle to take back
with me. The bartender eyed
me queerly, or 1 thought he did,
and I fastened out and upstairs
again.
A huge devil barred my pas
sage as I approached the final
landing and a voice whispered
z in my ear to turn back and
drink more liquor downstairs.
Resolutely walked right through
the devil shivering as L did 30.
Awful fear was upon me, despite
the fact that knew he was
unreal.
During the rest OF the night
1 slipped a. little whiskey every
few minutes My mother looked
haggard, and l finally persuaded
her to lie down again, promising
that l would only drink enough
to ward off the teratisms. When
morning came I had half of the
whisky left.
felt unequal to going out for
breakfast, and mother re-
luctantly went alone. When she
returned she immediately de.
clared that / must go to Boston
with her that very day.
There's a spare room in the
house where Aunt Caroline and
Prudence live. and >theyIl take
care Of you until you get well"
she said.
Aunt Caroline was my mothers
sister, and Prudence, her daugh.
ter, was about my own age.
liked them both very much, but
the thought of appearing before
them in my shot-to-pieces condi.
ton was abhorrent to me. and I
objected. I knew they were
wholly unused to such things.
At the same time 1 was in tor
ture at the thought Of my mother
remaining in such sordid sur
roundings. She had slept, or
rested, with her clothes on, and
I knew she would stay right there
with me.
. Returns to Boston
IAN right" I agreed, half sui
lenly. II suppose I'll have to do
something, but / hate to CO."
''I'll stay on for a. few days"
she encouraged. and Wen get a
good doctor"
We left that morning on the
Bay State Limited, the most ex.
elusive extra fare train between
New York and Boston. had
fortified myself with a big drink
Of whiskey at the last minute
before leaving, and still had one
drink left in the bottle I had
purchased at 1 o'clock that morn.
ing. We had seats In the very
center OF the parlor car, and
imagined the other passengers
were looking at me and comment
ing on my condition.
It became, unbearable. / went
into, the smoking room at the end
Of the car and downed the rest
of the whisky. That was soon
after the train started, and long
before we got to Bridgeport, the
first stop, my nerves were again
shrieking.
1 knew there would be a five
minute stop at Bridgeport. and
shame-facedly told my mother
that / simply had to get off and
buy more whisky. To my relief,
she didn't object. Her whole mind
seemed intent upon just one thing
to get me into the hands OF
Aunt Caroline and Prudence, no
matter what the cost to her own
feelings.
TO BE Continued TOmoFrOw.)