On April 8, 1921, the day after her 18^th birthday, Ardella Anderson retired to her room where she boarded and worked, near the Malad, Idaho train depot. The caretakers, the Pecks, had gone out for the evening, the children were bathed and put to bed. Thinking she might not hear them when her hosts returned late, she went to the kitchen and uncharacteristically unlocked the kitchen door then returned to her bedroom. The spring night air was pleasant so she opened her window half way. At a quarter to twelve she awoke suddenly. A man stood in the bedroom doorway. Ardella had many friends and together they had frequent fun in the late hours dating, dancing, buggy and car riding. But this man’s dark shape, silhouetted by the dining room light, was not familiar. He stepped forward, staring down at her. She shuttered, gazing up at him. She tried to scream. He hit her in the jaw with his fist. She called for Mr. Peck, knowing he wasn’t home. The intruder stopped, backed away, ran through the door, turned out the light, and left the house. Ardella was shaken, but got the courage to run to the kitchen and lock the door. She returned to her bed. The Pecks finally came home, and learning of the intrusion, called the Sherriff who made an unsuccessful search for the man. Ardella, the friendly and smart school valedictorian, was never alone at night again. (By Kenneth R. Hardman, based on, “The Diary of Ardella Elizabeth Anderson Losee,” written from 1919 to 1929, transcribed by Jana Greenhalgh) #AncestorClips