The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1939-12-16
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all OF this In detail. Then she put
II with all of her pictures of her
self and her husband, her mar
rage certificate and some letters
John Douglas had written her be-
fore their elopement. On one Of
them-his finger must have been
smudged with ink--was an almost
perfect fingerprint. She also wrote
letter to her father. in Montana.
"She left instructions that her
father should be notified in case
of her death and that the packet
Of letters should be kept for me.
But something went wrong, no one
ever told her father And the
packet was forgotten.
II was raised in an orphanage.
Apparently no one ever wanted TO
adopt me. When l was is I went
to work as housemaid. The fam
lily ] worked for were kind and
helped me all they could. It was
through their efforts that was
able to trace my birth record and
discover my mother.
zone of the nurses who had
cared for Mother remembered her.
and told me about her. She re-
membered the packet OF letters.
too. and when she learned ! did
not have them, she began a search
that finally uncovered them in an
old file cabinet, in the vault"
But finding her father was no
simple task. Ara learned after
long years of vain searching. She
might have gone home to her
grandfather. but finding her father
became an obsession. She had
been alone all of her life, few
more years could not matter.
And as those years passed any
affection she might have had for
her father turned TO hate. Her
long hours of work were blamed
on him. The pleasures she was
forced to forego and the hardships
she endured were charged up to
his neglect. Hers was a long fight,
for an education, for a Job. even
for q living.
Detesting her father, she refused
his name. adopted that of her
grandfather. And all the time she
waited for the clew that might
lead her to her father.
1t came Unexpectedly.
She was working as cashier in a
coffee shop when she first noticed
him - an open-faeed, red-haired,
smiling youth. who paused to talk
about the weathe. and the base
bali games as he paid his check.
''Build-up for an invitation to
show and supper" she warned her
self. There were many such re-
quests and invariably all met with
the same smiling refusal. But this
time, Ara wondered il she really
wanted To class this genial young
man with all the others.
For a week she watched for him
each day, waited for the inevitable
How about seeing show to-
night ?" But II did not come. Then
late one evening. just before she
was ready to quit. she looked up
from counting her change into
those laughing blue eyes, and that
dissrming grin.
Have you lived in salt Lake
long," he asked pleasantly.
II was born here"
you must know q lot Of peo-
pie"
mot many, and only q few Of
those who really count"
I'm looking for a man." he
continued. II don't know much
about the city. I've searched for
q week and I'm no farther now
than when started. You've been
fSfendly-more so than any other
person I've met wonder If you'd
help meT"
There was no denying his
Straightforward appeal. wait out
side until Tn through here. We
can stop at the library, check into
the directories"
Fifteen minutes later they hur-
ried toward the library. Suddenly
Ara paused. This isn't a habit Of
mine, you know she said But
YOU do look honest. and ! may be
able TO help"
Il know YOU can" the Young
man insisted. May introduce
myself l am JOIN Douglas"
Ito Be Continued)