Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-04-10

stay here a hundred years, he told
me This town is fun of you report.
ers Fostering around here and trying
to see her. She amt going to see any
Of you unless she wants to-and she
don't want to. l don't care who you
are
THAT sounded pretty definite.
went back to town and found a hotel.
There didn't seem to be anything 70
do and ! went to bed with that story
resting mighty heavy on my mind
Oh, it was cold, bitter cold. In the
middle OF the night l sat straight up
in bed l had had an idea. ] got out
OF bed in that cold hotel room and
wrote that woman letter. l told her
that from what / had heard of her
Ease it was greater than the story of
Heloise and Abelard IL was one of
the great love stories of the world, /
told her. / told her that ! was there
hoping to write OF the case sympa-
theticaily, and wouldn't 1t be better to
have a woman who could sympathize
with her write the story and get it
over than to have her pursued unend'
ingly by reporters as she would be
until the story was printed?
Then / dressed and went out in
that snowstorm again. / went straight
to the jail. The jailer had gone home.
There was some sort of turnkey
there. I gave him a dollar to take
that note to the woman. After while
he came back and said she had read if
and would see me at 10 o clock the
next morning.
Straight back to the hotel / went
left call for 8 am, and this time
slept. You should have seen that
iailer's face and the faces of the other
newspaper men gathered round the
front of that jail when l appeared
there just before 10 am. and said that
Miss Branch--that was her name,
remember now--was waiting to see me
and wanted to see me.
LAS long as / live I'll never forget
Miss Branch's face or the story she
told. She was a charming, refined
woman between 50 an 40. But all the
agony and sorrow in the world seemed
stamped on her face. Her voice was
dead and fiat.
He always liked what you wrote
Miss Dix, was the first thing she SAID
to me. We used to read what you
wrote, side by side. and talk it over
together. That's why / consented tC
see YOU
II looked at her I don't want you
to think Of me as reporter, Miss
Branch, said. L want you to look al
me as one woman who is sorry for
another
And she threw her arms around me
and we cried and cried and cried. Yes
/ cried, too. But she cried more. And
when a couple of women get to crying
together, you know they're going te
tell everything they know
Before ] tell you all my story. Miss
Dix she said, L want you to know
that have had love pressed down and
running over in my life. So many die
starved for love. But not me. What
ever happens, have had love.
50 A ND then she told me the most
a amazing story / ever heard from
a woman's lips. She was college
graduate-one Of the great Eastern
womens colleges. Her mother haC
died after q long. agonizing illness
And the doctor told the girl she mus
get out in the open air to build up hel
own health. He suggested walking
trip through the mountain region o
New York. selling books to help pay
| her way. She took it. Then one dal
she walked into the bank in this littl'
/ LOH1. one IF1eQ u sen tie DdAhCE
book. He was talking with the town:
greatest lawyer. sort of bellwethel
Of an old judge who was the leading
| lawyer for miles around. The banker
suggested to the lawyer that he should
buy a book, too. The lawyer said ht
would He told her to come to hi:
Office.
1.-THE moment they were inside his
office, he walked up 10 her and tooh
| her hands The moment | saw you
knew you were my mate, he told her
/ Fast work, wasn't it? But the curious
/ part of it was that he was right.
"He love1 her at first sight. anC
| she loved him in the same binding
! flash OF revelation. They couldu't
/ marry lie was married and haC
grown children. She became his plis
| tress. She got quarters in a nearby
small town, and he would visit hel
secretly at night He had been q
| great track athlete in his youth, but