Douglas daily dispatch., 1928-03-04

or superfluouS word or two crept
into the copy, that was the result, no
doubt, of the wind of chance that
blew through her mental makeup for
she could not avoid the results that
came from thinking of the land OF
her dreams. In the words of the
poet, she could describe herself much
of the time by that little couplet:
my mind today, is far away,
Sailing on the Vesuvian bay"
and the Vesuvian bay was any place
in the great southwest where the cli-
mate meant sunshine and balmy air
And as she was dreaming those day
dreams she also was cudgeling her
brain for method of determining
where she wanted to go and how she
was to make the contact for informa-
ton as to the desirability of the place
selected. And, finally, she arrived at
a decision. She determined how
"Jacta alea este" was to be projected
into action. Here was her plan.
Taking a map of the southwestern
portion of the United States she pro-
ceeded to carry into practice of her
mature life one of the games of her
childhood- old game of ''tit tat
tow, here co." etc. She drew a
ring to include those portions within
which she would insist on playing the
game and if, when she executed the
play, the mark was without that
circle, then the play was void. Every
thing was set, she proceeded, in the
secrecy of her room, to select the
place with which she proposed to get
into communication by early letter
and with her eyes closed as tightly as
the excitement of the moment would
allow, she circled over the map with
her pencil and finally after the mystic
words had been repeated she put the
pencil down in a feverish excitement
and opened her eyes.
Locates ROdeO, N. M.
There on the map she saw two
marks. One was the scrawl made by
the pencil she had held and the other
was the clGar-cut black spot marking
town in the area known as the
state of New Mexico. What was the
town? That was an important bit to
know because that possibly was to be
the future home of Irene Jackson and
it proved that it, in fact, was to be.
That town was Rodeo, N. M. Her
tit tat tow had landed her right near
one of the most romantic sections of
the southwest. It had placed her pos
sible future near some of the most
exciting chapters of the history of the
southwest. Not far from here had
lived that notorious character, Billy
the Kid Here, too, had been the
plains upon which Geronimo and his
blood thirty Indians had roamed and
ravaged. Here it was that Curly Bill
and his outlaw band had plundered
and pillaged.
But those sanguinary things had
been in the days of yore and need not
seriously trouble a girl in this day
and so they did not trouble Irene
Jackson as she planned her future
action for getting out of the cold
winters of the north. She proceeded
to cast the die.
Rodeo, NJ M. That name had a
charm to her and it rang in her mind
like note from cathedral chime.
She liked the sound. She liked the
name She hastened to write letter.
one QeclOeO CldI CIlere InuSC surely NC
a postmaster at Rodeo N. M, and SO
she addressed that official in letter
appealing to him to help her find
some good, reputable ranch family
where she might make her home. She
told him very frankly that she was
tired of city life and wanted to get
out into the great open spaces of the
southwest. She told him that she
wanted to come this way to make her
home and would he not aid her by
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