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Show AM KING, LOST ON DESERT IN NEVADA REACHES OGDEN Beautiful Anita King, "the Paramount Para-mount girl," dressed In. male garb, drove in to Ogden at 11 o'clock this morning In her automobllo and was greoted by Harry Sims of tho American Ameri-can theatre In Salt Lake and HL B. Skinner of the Alhambra In Ogden. Handsome Anita was caro-worn. and somewhat bedraggled. Her kahki suit was mud-splashed and her car showed rough usage. She was lost for 24 hours in. the wilds of Nevada and, after hor terrible experience, 4 is Just beginning to, regain her composure. compo-sure. Sho Is a victim of the Lincoln Highway. High-way. Leaving Reno, Nevada, on last Saturday morning, tho young lady driving alone, was advised to keep on the Lincoln Highway. She had proceeded as far as old Wadsworth and had started south across the salt desert to Fallon when the bottom fell out oi mo road, ana rrom then on, until befriended by two roving outlaws out-laws In a Ford car, Anita had the worst experionce in all her 24 years of existence. Twenty-one miles from the Southern South-ern Pacific road, the salt crust gave way. Anita had turned off the main road in obedience to the Linooln Highway High-way guide book and had gone about half a mile when disaster overtook her. It was 9 o'clock Saturday morning morn-ing and she remained on the desert until 3 o'clock Sunday morning before relief came to her aid in the 'form of two burly, bewhiskered, mysterious, mysteri-ous, though kind and gracious, wayfarers wayfar-ers of the wild. "I was beside myself," she Bald, when tho setting sun warned me of the approach of darkness. I was weary from an all-day struggle to release my machine from the mud. The desert, you know 13 uncanny at best and helps conjure up Just such thoughts as possess Iittlo ones alone In the home late at night Where I was marooned there is no vegetation. The great expanse Is one of glittering glitter-ing whiteness, and you look afar and see lakes which are nothing more than mirages. Everything becomes fanciful and nothing seems real. You are looking for the unexpected and Just seeing things. "I was In that peculiar frame of mind as the long shadows began to fall when something Btartled me. A wild animal of huge size was silhouetted silhou-etted on an abandoned railroad grade not 20 yards away. I had been told In Reno that the coyotes In Nevada were rabid; that a man had been bitten bit-ten near Lovelock the day before and ruBhed to Reno for treatment for rabies. ra-bies. I wondered if this was one of those frothing, biting creatures, and cold chills crept up and down my back. Sure enough It was a coyote, considerably enlarged, no doubt by my nervous condition. I had read that coyotes were timid, so I fired a shot from one of two revolvers I carry. car-ry. Tho animal scarcely moved. Then I tooted my auto horn. The beast simply changed positions. That was the beginning of the end of my courage. cour-age. The twilight heightened my imagination and I saw nothing but oblivion ob-livion just ahead. I lit the headlight, head-light, directing the rays toward the main road I had left, hoping to at- ' tract any passing party. Then I got in the car, fastened down tho curtains cur-tains and resigned myself to fato. I am a Christian Scientist, but my religion re-ligion left me for a moment Then resolving to be courageous, I was getting get-ting a grip on myself when a dismal howl brought back a tale of a winter's ride in Siberln, which I had read In childhood. The wolves of that Russia Rus-sia slelgh-rldo were upon me, I thought "Have you, Mr. Reporter, evor heard a coyote howl a coyote, howl at night In the dark of the moon? "When those unearthly sounds broke In upon mo, I composed myself long enough to get out my diary, In which I inscribed my last message. I wanted tho folkB at home to know I died bravely, although at the time I was having an awful spell of nerves. "Tho mosquitoes came in clouds, drawn by the light, I suppose. They entered at the windshield and their stings were painful. I covered my face, but held, the revolver In my hand, resolved to end my life, If the coyotes broke through the auto curtains. cur-tains. This all sounds strange now, and I laugh as I recall it but It was terribly real at the time. I am still going onward on my nerves as a result re-sult of the scare. Finally I started to count the Insects that flew in the rays of light. I did thlB to keep my mind off the racking experience through TrVllfVl T -n.nf N.t T1 . "'"-" rio ya.oiu&, i3uga, pornaps beetles, struck the auto cover in such numbers as to sound like rain. The hours seemed days. When I felt tho suspense would never end, I heard the toot of a horn. Looking back through the gaps in the curtain I saw a headlight head-light I answored with a blast. Soon a Ford machine was alongside my mired auto. I did not want to confess con-fess cowardice, so did not open the curtains. A man, in strong voice, inquired: in-quired: " 'What's tho trouble?' "I could not answer. The strain had been too great I burst into tears and cried, but regaining possession of my vocal chords, shouted, 1 " 'I'm Btuok In the mud.' ' "My feminine voice must have been a surprise to the strangers. One of them responded: " 'You certainly are. Never mind, we'll get you out.' "I had not oaten since Friday afternoon, af-ternoon, having left Reno without breakfast. It was then 3 o'clock Sunday Sun-day morning. My head ached, my clothes were covered with mud and soaking wot and, as I got out of tho machine, I must have presented a woe-begono appearance. With kindly consideration, the unnamed men conveyed con-veyed mo in their Ford to the nearest railroad station, 21 miles distant, awakened tho operator and requested him to get me something to eat After Af-ter I had broken by long fast, thoy drove mo back, extricated the car and instructed , me not to attempt to go on to Fallon, but to follow them on the road to Lovelock. After traveling travel-ing a few houra, we parted company. They turned off tho main trail, but InBtructed mo how to proceed to Lovelock. Love-lock. I have been speeding along ever Blnco, making no stop day or night until reaching Tremont at midnight last night where I obtained rest. "And horo I am In Ogden. I will LillL". ' " iwaaaaaa cc - never forget the Nevada deserts." Miss King was escorted to Salt Lake by Harry Sims and party and will return to Ogden some time during the week to be Introduced to an audience at the Alhambra. oo |