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Show WALKS1J00 MILES SEEKING HUSBAND AGED WOMAN TRAMPS THROUGH THE BAD LANDS IN HER WEARY SEARCH. EXISTS ON SCANTIEST FARE Suffers Hardships and Privations Almost Al-most Unbelievable Meets Mexican Mexi-can Desperadoes Who Give Her Hot Meal. Seattle Wash. Into tho caro of Police Matron Mnrgarot do Han a few nights ago voluntarily came Mrs. Anne Johnson, carrying 35 pounds of baggage. bag-gage. Sho had walked 1,100 miles, the distance between St. Paul and Butte, confident, sho says, that she j will et find her husband, Olo Johnson, who she believes Is sick and friendless friend-less She is In the best of health. The story of Mrs. Johnson's walk jf 1,100 miles brings to light privations priva-tions and hardships suffered by the woman which are almost unbelievable. For days Mrs. Johnson was compelled com-pelled to make her way along tho tracks of tho Northern Pacific railroad, rail-road, living upon tho scantiest faro. "My husband, Olo, came west about seven mouths ago," said Mrs. Johnson. John-son. "For several months I received postal cards from him, saying he wns working on the docks. Ole can't read and I can't rend, but our friends wroto the cards nnd read our answers. Last Mny I received my last postal from Ole. No word came from him and I was worried. Olo Is C2 years old nnd I am the same age. "So after not hearing from Olo for nearly a month I decided to go west and hunt for him. Ills brother, Henry, had heard that he was sick in a hospital hos-pital in Seattle. I knew he wanted me, nnd I wanted him. I had no money for the railroad, so on Juno 1, nt 1 o'clock In the morning, I left my little lit-tle room In St. Paul. I walked all that day with nothing to cat only a llttlo water to drink. Everything seemed so strange. "Oh, that first night alone without anything to eat and no blankets. I Two Kindly Mexicans Assisted the Exhausted Traveler. felt Just like I did when a small girl ii tho old farm in Michigan so lone-lv lone-lv nni! tired mill sick IhhIiIo. Hut ho tore I Iny down I knolt beside the railroad rail-road track to say my prnyors. "For days and days 1 walked and walked and walked, until I struck what the farmers called the Had Lauds. Tho farmers told mo not to walk through tho Had Lands, but I knew Olo wnnted mo somo placo ahead and I had to go on. "One day I can't toll how long It was after leaving St. Paul I mot two Mexicans. Ono bad a dirk nnd tho othor had two rovolvors. I can't understand un-derstand very well, but the two Mexicans Mexi-cans wore telling how thoy woro going go-ing up to a cattle camp to hurt somo one who had stolon something from them. When they llrst saw me tho man with the dirk knlfo kind of loosened It In his belt. "I was very faint for a drink of water. I had nothing to cat for five days, and I asked tho Mexicans to cook mo something on the fire. They woro very kind to mo nnd spread their blankets so that I could rest whllo thoy woro cooking. Those bad looking Mexicans gave tuo tho first hot inenl I had tasted for many, many days. After eating, tho Mexicans told me that thoy had to leave, and thoy heaped a lot of wood on tho tiro so that I could rest and bo warm. I stayed at that placo all night. "God lot mo cot across the Had Lands nnd into tho stnto of Montana, and It sconicd ns though ho had lifted a hot llatlron from my head when I reached tho flrBt farm houso In Mon-tann. Mon-tann. v "I weighed 1G8 pounds when I left St. Paul, and when I reached Seattle I weighed Just 155 pounds. While 1 was walking tho 1,100 miles, thoro was nover once that I folt really afraid. At North Yakima a man gnvo mo a nice prayor book, and nt Hutto a minor made mo n present of a silver watch. Tho people took up collections collec-tions for mo and paid my way on the trains. Now. 1 havo Jut begun. It must bo that my Ole Is out hero. He hasn't nny money but I know ho wnnta me. Something tells mo I tlud him." |