and she was born and raised in Cape Girardeau county, Mo., where most of her relatives are still residing.  At the age of thirteen, or some two years ago, both her parents died, leaving her to the control of two elder brothers.  The brothers, upon the death of their parents, placed her out to work in an hotel at Allenville, Mo.  Here she had no liberties, and what is more, received no money or recompense for her labor, which in no wise suited the advanced ideas of our young heroine.  Whether she was addicted to perusing Beadle's dime novels or not, or given to pouring over yellow covered literature of a highly sensational character does not appear in those truthful records.  Suffice it to say, that dish-washing at a country hotel at no salary made her very dissatisfied with her position, and in the depth of her own heart or chamber she resolved to make one final effort to be free.
From the manner in which she carried out her desperate resolves, she must have more or less of dash and romance about her, which goes to prove that even the lowliest among us may have a slight sprinkling of chivalry.  Making the acquaintance of

While in this position, all with whom she came in contact spoke well of her.  She was faithful and trustworthy, filling with pleasure all those little roadside messages which postboys know so well how to do.
As was natural, her sex was eventually suspected; she was placed under arrest at Allenville, Mo., and forced to assume the garb of her sex.  Not the shade or breath of suspicion was ever cast upon her virtue, during the year she carried the mail as a boy, or even afterward.
Finding herself discovered, she went again into a hotel, but, as she says, with the same luck.  She ran away from this place, and resuming her male attire, went to work for a farmer near Cotton Hill.  Work on a farm was too heavy for one so delicate, and she was discharged.  She then hired with two men who were taking a drove of horses to Augusta, and this is how she came into the White River valley.
In Augusta she, still passing herself off as a boy, worked for a Mr. McDonnell.  She soon left his employment, and went to work in a livery stable at Jacksonport.  Here, a few days previous to her leaving with Gus Taber's horses, her sex was again suspected, and the men about the stable, and even the boys on the streets, began to call her an hermaphrodite, and similar names.  She soon tired of this, and in order to get away, as she says, she took the horses.
The marshal came up with her in Allenville, Mo., where she is well-known, and at first the citizens were not inclined to let her go with the officers of the law, and weapons were drawn on both sides.  She eventually came of her own free will, and is now at Jacksonport awaiting trial on a charge of horse-stealing.  She states that she was forced to don the male attire to earn a livelihood, or do worse.  Such is the history of the pretty blonde of the White river valley.