The story goes, kat/laughing, that a newly-married man in pursuit of gold brought his gently-bred bride to Juneau and telling her he'd "be back in three weeks, sure" ensconsced her in this hotel and headed north to check out some diggin's.

Well, he didn't come back, her money ran out and she did a lot of crying, and avoiding hotel management. She became acquainted with a lady of the night who convinced her that there was a way for her to make a living.

Three months later, her husband finally came back. When he discovered what she had resorted to, he strangled her in their room on the third floor. End of story.

The interesting thing is that, as with so many other public buildings in Juneau, there was a lively bordello upstairs in this hotel. Perhaps he didn't know that?
br>Incidentally, in addition to the sighting of the blonde in the hall, the sound of sobbing frequently emanates from the vicinity of Room 321.

Ebbie