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city of Glasgow, Montana, about ten o'clock in the evening, we found a good hotel and a very, very friendly, kind woman. My little boy fed, bathed and read to sleep, I sat up pondering what to do. Like an answer from Heaven came the thought of a law student of my father's who had settled in Seattle, Washington. He had also been my teacher when I was a girl of fourteen and I determined to write him and tell him how I was fixed and ask him what to do. Afterwards Hon. Chas. S. Gleason of Seattle, told me the letter he received was so worried he could not at first take in the situation. At this city, in the morning, I procured a girl's hat and coat, and while I was talking to the woman who sold me the hat I found she was the wife of the sheriff of that county so I got out of the store as quickly as I could. My little boy with his delicate features, fair complexion, light hair and blue eyes, could easily pass for a little girl of six years old. Mailing my letter to Mr. Gleason, I took a train for the West again, getting into a car which went to Butte by a southern road, branching off from the Great Northern Railway at Havre, Montana.

It was my intention to go to Helena and then try to get to Mr. Gleason in Seattle. Havre, Montana, is almost south of where I had been in Canada, and as the train neared this junction I became very nervous and ill, and I knew I would have to get to a hospital and under the care of a physician. Fatigue and anxiety had done their work and I felt I could not

hold out much longer, so I left the car at Fort Benton before I reached the destination to which I had bought a ticket.

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I asked the cab-driver, “Is there a hospital in this town? If so, take me there as quickly as you can." It was indeed a Providence Hospital they took me to, and kind French nuns let me in and a splendid Mother Superior who had come out from Montreal. I fell. Afterwards they said all I repeated was: "Don't tell them where we are! Don't tell them where we are!"

I don't know how many days it was before I became conscious again. I only know the good Catholic priest took my beloved child and cared for him and taught him Latin and gave him rewards when he got his lessons correctly. There were many kind people who were good to him, and they had music and a phonograph so my boy was quite content. It was peaceful and the nuns praying by my door and the lovely music from the chapel seemed like a bit of Heaven to me. But what brought me to my senses was a most distressing scene I heard. A boy of twelve had been camping with boys of his own age and eating badly cooked food had brought on a serious stomach and bowel trouble. The boy died in the room directly over mine. They brought the mother to bid farewell to her only child and her piteous moans and cries awakened me. I knew then how mine had sounded two years ago:

"Don't take my boy from me! Don't take my boy from me, I cannot bear it, he is all I have. Oh, have mercy! for I cannot let him leave me."

CHAPTER V.

FLIGHT FROM FORT BENTON AND ON TOWARDS THE PACIFIC.

I wrote Mr. Gleason I was too ill to leave Fort Benton Providence Hospital alone and asked him to come and get me. Several letters passed between us before I could convince him that it was really necessary for him to come. Several times I thought of disguising myself in some way and attempting to go to the coast alone. But a disguise is so easily comprehended that I knew I would be apprehended, so I tried to wait patiently for Mr. Gleason. He was a busy lawyer and it was no easy task for him to get away. But fortunately, his mother was to visit Ohio, and so he wrote me that on a certain date he would bring her on as far as Montana and would on his return trip stop at Fort Benton and get us.

As soon as I was able to sit up in bed my boy's lessons were resumed. I don't think I have ever mislaid or lost any of his first pathetic attempts to write, spell and figure, and they are among my dearest treasures. The Mother Superior ordered her surrey, fine team of horses and driver, and took us for many pleasant drives. Later, we took many walks around the

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