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Tie banner made a posture of l:n
pati -nee, aa If such considerations
wen not important. -
"I Uuti't know yet," he said, haught
ily. "I shall think the matter over
Annie was fast losing patience. She
nas willing to sacrifice herself and
Five up everything she held dear In
life to save the man she loved, hut
the cold, deliberate, calculating atti
tude of this unnatural father exas
"But I want to know," she said,
boldly. "I want to consider the mat
ter carefully, too." .
"You?" sneered Mr. Jeffries.
"Yes, sir," she retorted. "I'm pay
ing dearly for it with my with all
I have. I want to know just what
you're going to give him for it."
He was lott in reflection for a mo
ment, then he said, pompously:
"1 shall furnish the money for the
mployment of such legal talent as
may be necessary. That's ad far as I
wish to go in the case. It must not
be known I cannot allow It to be
known that I am helping him."
"Must not be known?" cried Annie,
hi astonishment "You mean you
vpon't stand by him? You'll only Just
pay for the lawyer?"
The banker nodded:
"That is all I can promise."
She laughed hysterically.
"Why," she exclaimed, "I I could
do that myself If I I. tried hard
"I can promise nothing more," re
plied Mr. Jeffries, coldly.
. "But that Is not enough," she pro
tested. "I want you to come forward
and publicly declare your belief in
your son's innocence. I want you to
put your arms around him and say to
the world: 'My boy Is innocent! I
knew it and I'm going to stand by
him.' You won't do that?" .
Mr. Jeffries shook bis head.
"It la impossible."
The wife's pent-up feelings now
;ave way. The utter Indifference of
this aristocratic father aroused her
indignation to such a pitch that she
teame reckless of the consequences.
They wanted her to desert him, Just
js they deserted him, but she
wouldn't. She would show them the
kind of woman she was.
"So!" she cried in an outburst of
mingled anger and grief. "So his fam
tfy must desert blm and his wife
must leave him! The poor boy must
stand absolutely alone in the world
and face a trial for hla life! Is that
The banker made no reply. Snap
ping her fingers, she went on:
"Well, It Isn't mine, Mr. Jeffries! I
won't consent to a divorce! I won't
leave America! And I'll see him Just
as often as I can, even If I have to
sit In the Tombs prison all day. As
for his defense, I'll find some one. I'll
go to Judge Brewster again and If he
still refuses, I'll go to some one else.
There must be some good, big-hearted
lawyer in this great city who'll take
Tp his case."
Trembling with emotion, she read
Justed her veil and with her handker
chief dried her tear-stained face. Go
ing toward the door, she said:
"You needn't trouble yourself any
more, Mr. Jeffries. We shan't need
your help. Thank you very much for
the interview. It was very kind of
you to listen so patiently. Good after
Before the astonished banker could
stop her, she had thrown back the
tapestry and disappeared through th
In the very heart of Manhattan, right
In the center of the city's most con
gested district, an imposing edifice
of gray stone, medieval In Its style of
architecture, towered high above all
the surrounding dingy ofllees and
squalid tenements. Its massive con
struction, steep walls, pointed turrets,
raised parapets and long, narrow, slit
like windows, heavily barred, gave It
the aspect of a feudal fortress Incon
gruously set down plumb In the midst
of twentieth century New York. The
dull roar of Broadway hummed a
couple of blocks away; In the distance
loompd the lofty, graceful spans of
Brooklyn bridge, Jammed with Its op
posing streams of busy lnterurban
traffi. The adjacent streets were
filled with the din of hurrying crowds,
the rattle of vehicles, the cries of ven
dors, the clang of street cars, the ugh!
ugh! of speeding automobiles. The ac
tive, pulsating life of the metropolis
forged like a rising flood about the
tall gray walls, yet there was no re
sponse within. Grim, silent, sinister,
the city prison, popularly known at
"the Tombs," seemed to have nothing
in common with the dally activities of
the big town In which, notwithstand
ing. It unhappily p'uyed an Important
The present prison Is a vastly dlf-
fprnnt ntnrn tn tho nlrf tall frr.ni
which It got Its melancholy cagnomen.
Today there Is not the slightest Justi
flcaMon for the lugubrious epithet ap-
piled to It. but In the old days, when
man's Inhumanity to man was leg a
form of speech than a cold, merciless
fact, the "Tombs" inscribed an Intol
erable and disgraceful condition fatrlr
! accurately. Formerly the cells in
j which the unfortunate prisoners were
J confined while awaiting trial were sit
j uated deep under ground and had nei-
ther lisrht nor ventilation. A man
j might be guiltless of the offense with
I which he was charged, yet while
-.waiting an opportunity to prove his
innocence he was condemned to;pend
days, sometimes months, in what was
little better than a grave. Literally,
he was buried alive. A party of for
eigner visiting the prison one day
were startled at seeing human beings
confined in such holes. "They look
like tombs!" cried some one. New
York was amuse! at. the singularly
appropriate appellative and k!t has
stuck to the prison ever since.
But times change and institutions
with them. As man becomes more
civilized he treats the lawbreaker
with more humanity. Probably soci
ety will always need Its prisoners,
but as we become more enlightened
we insist on treating our criminals
more from the physiological and psy
chological standpoints than in the
cruel, brutal, barbarous manner of the
dark ages. In other words the sociol
ogist insists that the lawbreaker has
greater need of the physician than he
has of the Jailer.
To-day the city prison is a tomb
In name only. It is admirably con
structed, commodious, well ventilated.
The cells are large and well lighted,
with comfortable cots and all the
modern sanitary arrangements. There
are roomy corridors for daily exercise
and luxurious shower baths can be ob
tained free for the asking. There are
chapels for the religiously Inclined
and a library for the studious. The
food is wholesome and well prepared
in a large, scrupulously clean kitchen
situated on the top floor. Carping
critics have, Indeed, declared the
Tombs to be too luxurious, declaring
that habitual criminals enjoy a stay
at the prison and actually 'commit
crime so that they may enjoy some of
its hotel-like comforts.
It was with a sinking heart and a
dull, gnawing sense of apprehension
that Annie descended from a south
bound Madison avenue car In Tenter
street and approached the small por
tal under the forbidding gray walls.
She had visited a prison once before,
I when her father died. She remem
bered the depressing ride in the train
to Sing Sing, the formidable steel
doors and noiiHerona hnlta tha narrow
cells, each with its involuntary occu
pant in degrading stripes and closely
cropped hair, and the uniformed
guards armed with rifles. She remem
bered how her mother wept and how
she had wondered why tl-ey kept her
poor da-da In such an ugly pla'-e. To
think that after all these yorrs s-'ie
was again to go through a Kir.;i!nr ex
perience. She had nerved lurself for fh or
deal. Anxious as she was to see How
ard and learn from his lips all that
had happened, she feared that she
would never he able to see him behind
the bars without breaking down. Yet
she must he strong so she could work
to set him free. So much had hap
pened In the last two days. It seemed
a month since the police had sent for
her ot midnight to hurry down to the
Astrurla, yet It was only two days
ago. The morning following her try
ing interview with Cnpt. Clinton In
the dead man's apartment she had
tried to see Howard, but without suc
cess. The police held him a close
prisoner, pretending that he might
make an attempt upon his life. There
wnB nothing for her to do but wait.
Intuitively she renli.ed the neces
sity of Immediately securing the ser
vices of an able lawyer. There was
no doubt of Howard's Innocence, but
she recalled with a shiver that even
; Innocent persons have suffered capl
j tal puni.hnient because they were tin
able to establish tl elr Innocence, so
overwhelming were tl.e appearances
i against them. He must have the best
be had, regardless of ex-
peine. Oiily one name occurred to
ber. the name of a man of Interna
tional reputation, the mere mention
of whose name In a courtroom filled
the hearts of the Innocent with hope
and the guilty with dread. That man
was Judge Brewster. She hurried
downtown to his ofllce and waited an
hour before he could , see her. Then
he told her, politely but coldly, that
he must decline to take her case. He
knew well who she was and he eyed
her with some curiosity, but his man
ner was frigid and discouraging.
There were plenty of lawyers In New
York, he said. She must go else
where. Politely he bowed her out.
Half of a precious day was already
lost. Judge Brewster refused the
case. To whom could she turn now?
In despair, almost desperate, she
drove uptown to Riverside drive and
forced an entrance Into the Jeffries
home. Here, again, she was met with
a rebuff. Still not discouraged, she
returned to Judge Brewster's office.
He was nut and she sat there an hour
' to. 8ef hlm' CRme nd.
ne did not return. Almost prostrated
i T"" fhT,.l1' "h' r.e,,,rned
to their deserted little flat In Harlem.
It was going to be a hard fight, she
saw that. But she would keep right
on, no matter at what cost. Howard
could not be left alone to perUh with-
Hi .i a nana 10 rr turn, .n.c.e Mew-
ster must come to his rescue. He
could not refuse. She would return
Timlin to Ms ofllce this afternoon ami
at there all tlay Ion . if nect'sstry,
1 1 - s 1 he promised to take the c:.-e
Li'.iii'e could save him. P!-e w
to tie lawyer a!il hen hitu on
! ; s if rcce- : ;iry. b'.t fir.-t sle :
'v iir.w.r.l ami bid him ta.-e rr,
V l'-w I'oorway frori Certr
;iv(- n i e.s to the Rr.'v f.r :i ;
ho l;iy slei'l n:ie st' oil a pc. ;!!.
! ol-'x e ;.n rp oil with a big ley. I'a.-h
time- before letting pool lo i'i "f ct
he iiwrteii this key In a pon.lov.vis
lock. The gate would not open mere
ly by turning the handle. This whs
to prevent the escape of prisoners,
who might possibly succeed in reach
ing so far as the door, but could not
open the steel gate without the big
key. When once any one entered the
prison he was not permitted to go out
again except on a signal from a
When Annie entered she found the
reception room filled with visitors,
men and women of all ages and na
tionalities, who, like herself, had come
to see some relative or friend in
trouble. It was a motley and interest
ing crowd. There were fruit peddlers,
sweat shoo workers, sporty looking
men, negroes and flashy looking wo
men. All seemed callous and Indif
ftfont, aa if quite at home amid the
sinister surroundings of a prison. One
or two others appeared to belong to a
more respectable class, their sobei
manner and careworn faces reflecting
silently the humiliation and shame
they felt at their kinsman's disgrace
The small barred windows did not
permit of much ventilation and, as
the day was warm, the odor was sick
ening. Annie looked around fearfully
and humbly took her place at the end
of the long line which slowly worked
its way to the narrow Inner grating
I where credentials were closely scrutl
nlzed. The horror of the place seized
upon her. She wondered who all these
poor people were and what the pris
oners whom they came to see had
done to offend the majesty of the law
The prison was filled with policemen
and keepers and running In and out
with messages and packages were i
number of men In neat linen suits
She asked a woman who they were.
"Them's trusties prisoners that
has special privileges In return foi
work they does about the prison."
The credentials were passed upon
slowly and Annie, being the twentieth
in line, found it a tedious wait. In
front of her was a bestial looking no
gro, behind her a woman whose cheap
Jewelry, rouged face and extravagant
dress proclaimed her profession to be
the most ancient In the world. But
at last the gate was reached. As the
doorkeeper examined her ticket he
looked np at her with curiosity. A
murderer Is rare enough even In the
Tombs, to excite Interest, and as she
passed on the attendants whispered
! among, themselves. She knew they
Acre talking about her, but she
"teeled herself not to rnre. If wm
miy a foretaste of other humiliations
hich she must expect.
A keeper now took charge of her
,ir.d led her to a room where she was
searched by a matron for concealed
veopons, a humiliating ordeal, to
'vhich even the richest and most in
fluential visitors must submit with as
good grace ns posFihle. The matron
was a hard looking woman of about
TiO years. In whom every spark of hu
man pity and sympathy had been
killed during her many years of con
stant Association with criminals. The
word "prison" had lost its meaning to
her. She saw nothing undesirable In
Jail life, but looked upon the Tombs
rather as a kind of boarding house In
which people made short or long so
journs, according to their luck. She
treated Annie unceremoniously, yet
"So you're the wife of Jeffries,
whom they've got for murder, eh?"
she said, as she rapidly ran her hands
through the visitor's clothing.
"Yes," faltered Annie, "but Its all
a mistake, I assure you. My husband's
perfectly Innocent. Ho wouldn't hurt
The woman grinned.
"They all say that, m'm." Lugubri
ously she added: "I hope you'll he
more lucky than some others were."
Annie felt herself grow cold. Was
this a sinister prophecy? She shud
dered and, hastily taking a dollar from
her purse, slipped it Into the matron's
"May I go now?" she said.
"Yes, my dear; I guess you've got
nothing dangerous on you. We have
to be very careful. I remember once
when we had that Hohoken murderer
here. He's the feller that cut his
wife's head off and stuffed the body
In a bnrrel. His mother came here to
."So You're the Wife of Jeffries, Whom
They've Got for Murder, Eh?"
see him one day and what did I find
Inside her stocking but an innocent
looRing time rwuno i:r., r.r.i .r
please, it was nothing less than prus
sic acid. He would have swallowed It
and the electric chair would have
been cheated. So you see how careful
we has to be."
Annie could not listen to any more.
The horror of having Howard classed
with (lends of that description sickened
her. To the keeper she said quickly:
'Tlease- take me to my husband."
Taking another dollar from her
purse, she slipped the bill into the
man's hand, feeling that, here as
everywhere else, one must pay for
privileges and courtesies. Her guide
led the way and ushered her into an
elevator, which, at a signal, started
The cells in the Tombs are arranged
in rows in the form of an ellipse in
the center of each of the six floors.
There Is room to accommodate 900
prisoners of both sexes. The men are
confined in the new prison; the wom
en, fewer in number, In what remains of
the old building. Only the centerof each
floor being taken up with the rows
of narrow cells, there remains a broad
corridor, running all the way round
and flanked on the right by high walla
with small barred windows. An ob
server from the street glancing up at
the windows might conclude that they
were those of the cella In which pris
oners were confined. As a matter of
fact, the cells have no windows, only a
grating which looks directly out into
the circular corridor.
At the fourth floor the elevator
Btopped and the heavy Iron door
"This way," said the keeper, step
ping out and quickly walking along
the corridor. "He's In cell No. 456."
A lump rose In Annie's throat. The
place was well ventilated, yet she
thought she would faint from a cho
king feeling of restraint. All along
the corridor to the left were Iron
doors painted yellow. In the upper
part of the door were half a dozen
broad slits through which one could
ee what was going on Inside.
"ThoHe are the cells," volunteered
Annie shuddered as, mentally, she
pictured Howard locked up In such a
dreadful place. She peered through
one of the silts and saw a narrow cell
about ten feet long by six wide. The
only furnishings were a folding cot
with blanket, a wash bowl and lava
tory. Each cell had its occupant, men
and youths of all ages. Some were
reading, some playing cards. Some
were lying asleep on their cots, per
haps dreaming of home, but most of
them leaning dejectedly against the
iron bars wondering when they would
regain their liberty.
"Where are the women?" asked
Annie, trying to keep down the lump
that rose chokingly In her throat.
"They're in a separate part of the
prison," replied the keeper.
"Isn't It dreadful?" she murmured.
"Not at all," he exclaimed cheer
fully. "These prisoners fare better in
prison tbaa ther do outvie. I ws"r
some of them are sorry to leave."
"But it's dreadful to be cooped up
In those little cells, Isn't It?" she said.
"Not so bad as it looks," he laughed.
"They are allowed to come out In the
corridor to exercise twice a day for an
hour and there is a splendid shower
bath they can take."
"Where Is my husband's cell?" she
whispered, alniOBt dreading to hear
"There it Is." he said, pointing to a
Hiwir "Kn 15ft" I
Walking rapidly ahead of her and
stopping at one of the cell doors, he
rapped loudly on the Iron grating and
"Jeffries, here's a lady come to see
you. Wake up there!"
A white, drawn face approached the
grating. Annie sprang forward.
"Howard!" she sobbed.
"Is It you, Annie?" came a weak
voice through the bars.
"Can't I go In to him?" she asked
The keeper shook his head.
"No, m'm, you must talk through
the bars, but I won't disturb you."
He walked away and the husband
and wife were left facing each other.
Tho tears were streuming down An
nie's cheeks. It was dreadful to be
standing there so close and yet not
be able to throw her arms around him.
Her heart ached as she saw the dis
tress In his wan, pale face.
"Why didn't you come before?" he
"I could not. They wouldn't let me.
Oh, Howard," she gasped. "What a
dreadful thing this is! Tell me how
you got Into such a scrape!"
He put his hand to his head as if It
hurt hlm, and she noticed that his
eyes looked queer. For a moment thej
agony of a terrible suspicion crossed
her mind. Was It possible that in a
moment of drunken recklessness he
had shot Underwood? Quickly, almost
breathlessly, she whispered to him:
"Tell me quickly, 'tis not true, Is it?
Tou did not kill Robert Underwood."
He shook his head.
"No," he said.
"Thank God for that!" she ex
claimed. "But your confession what
does that mean?"
"I do not know. They told me I did
It. They Insisted I did It. He was
sure I did It. He told me he knew I
did It. He showed me the pistol. He
was so Insistent that I thought he was
rliht that I bad done It." In a deep
whisper he added earnestly: "But
you know I didn't, don't you?"
"Who Is he?" demanded Annie.
"The police captain."
"Oh. Capt. Clinton told you you
"Yes, he told me he knew I did It.
He kept me stsndlng there six hours,
questioning and questioning until I
was ready to drop. I tried to sit
down; he made me stand up. I did
cot know what I was saying or dolnc.
He tom me i Riueu Kuo.ri i'iu,er
wood. He showed me the pistol under ,
the strong light. The reflection from
the polished nickel flashed into my
' eyes, everything suddenly became a '
' blank. A few moments later the cor
oner came in and Capt. Clinton told ,
him I confessed. But it isn't true, An j
i nte. You know I am as innocent ot j
that murder as you are."
"Thank God, thank God!" exclaimed!
Annie. "I see It all now." I
Her tears were dried. Her brain was
beginning to work rapidly. She al
ready saw a possible line of defense.
"I don't know how It all happened,"
went on Howard. "I don't know any
more about it than you do. I left you
to go to I'nderwood's apartment. On
the way I foolishly took a drink. When
I got there I took more whisky. Be
fore I knew it I was drunk. While
talking I fell asleep. Suddenly I heard
a woman's voice."
"Ah!" interrupted Annie. "You, too,
heard a woman's voice. Capt. Clinton
said there was a woman in it."
Thoughtfully, as If to herself, she
added: "We must find that woman."
i "When 1 woke up," continued How
ard, "It was dark. Groping around
for the electric light, I stumbled over
KornetbitiB. It was Under wood's dead
body. How he came by Ms deatn i
have not the slightest Idea. I at once
realized the dangerous position I was
in and I tried to leave the apartment
unobserved. Just aa I was going.
Underwood's man servant arrivea ana
he banded me over to the police.
That's the whole story. I've been
here since yeBterday and Ml be devil
ish glad to get out."
"You will get out," she cried. "I'm
doing everything possible to get you
free. I've been trying to get the best
lawyer In the country Richard Brew
ster." "Richard Brewster!" exclaimed How
ard. "Ho's my father's lawyer."
"I saw your father yesterday after
noon," she said quietly.
"You did!" he exclaimed, surprised.
"Was he willing to receive you?"
"He had to," she replied. "I gave
him a piece of my mind."
Howard looked at her In mingled
amazement and admiration. That she
should have dared to confront a man
as proud and obstinate as his father
'What did he say?" be asked eag
erly. "I asked him to come publicly to
your support and to give you legal
assistance. He refused, saying he
could not be placed in a position of
condoning such a crime and that your
behavior and your marriage had made
him wash his hands of you forever."
Tears filled Howard's eyes and bis
"Then my father believes me guilty
of this horrible crime?" he exclaimed.
, "He Insisted that you must be guilty,
as you had confessed. He offered,
though, to give you legal assistance,
but only on one condition."
"What was that condition?" he de
manded. "That I consent to a divorce," re
plied Annie quietly.
"What did you say?"
"I said I'd consent to anything If It
would help you, but when he told me
that even then he would not come per
sonally to your support I told him we
would worry along without his as
sistance. On that I left hi in."
"You're a brave little woman!"
cried Howard. Noticing ber pale, anx
ious face, he said:
"You, too, must have suffered."
"Oh, never mind me," she rejoined
quickly. "What we must do now Is to
get you out of this horrid place and
clear your name before the world. We
must show that your alleged confes-
; sion is untrue; that it was dragged
from you Involuntarily. We must find
that mysterious woman who came to
Underwood's rooms while you lay on
the couch asleep. Do you know what
mv theory la. Howard?"
"What?" demand d her husband.
"I believe you were hypnotized Into
making that confession. I've read of
such things before. You know the
boys In college often hypnotized you.
You told me they made you do all
klnda of things against your will.
That big brute, Capt. Clinton, simply
forced hla will on yours."
"By Jove I never thought of that!"
he exclaimed. "I know my head
ached terribly after he got through all
that questioning. When he made me
look at that pistol I couldn't resist
any more. But how are we going to
break through the net which the. po
lice have thrown around nio?"
"By getting the beBt lawyer we can
procure. I shall Insist on Judge Brew
ster taking the case. He declines, but
I shall go to his office again this after-
noon- 1,8 niUHt "
Howard shook his head.
"You'll not be able to get Brewster,
He would never dare offend my father
by taking up my case without his per
mission. He won't even see you."
"We'll see," she said quietly. "He'll
see me If I have to sit In his ofllce
all day for weeks. I have decided to
have Judge Brewster defend you be
cause I believe It would mean ac
quittal. He will build up a defense
that will defeat all the lies that the
police have concocted. The police have
a strong case because of your alleged
confession. It will take a strong law
yer to fight them." Karnestly she
added: "Howard, If your life Is to be
saved we must get Judge Brewster."
"All right, dear," he replied. "I
can only leave It In your bands. I
know that whatever you do will be for
the best. Ml try to be aa patient as
I can. My only comfort Is thinking
of you, dear."
A heavy step resounded In the corri
dor. The keeper came up.
"Time's up, m'm," he said civilly.
Annie thrust ber hand through the
bars; Howard carried it reverently to
bis Hps. .....
"Good by. dear." she said. "Kee?
up your courage. Youll know that t
am working for your release event
moment. I won't leave a stone no
"Good by, darling," he murmured.
He looked at her longingly an4
there were tears in her eyes as sh
"I'll be back very soon," she said.
A few minutes later they were 1
the elevator and she passed through
the big steel gate once more into the,
(Continues! Next Issue.)
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have to make you:
You lake a 2Vj, 4, 0 or 10 horaa.
power Chopie engine, run it twen
ty days free trial, and if it does
not come up to these statements
send it back and it will not cost
you a cent. What could be a
1'uiihermore, I agree to replace,
free of charge all defects in ma
terial or workmanship for the
period of one year. Also guar
anlee them to develop the actual
horse power ill which they are
rated, and on one-half gallon
gasoline lo the horse power used.
I invite you lo visit the factory
and see for yourself where all the
parts are made.
The Chopie (iasoline Engine
lie careful, boys, and don't take
up Cliopie's proposition on a,
gasoline engine, as it will do
more than Chopie claims for it,
and the engine will be yours.
Norman Bartcll, who lias been
visiting the Crook home for a few
weeks, left this morning for Oma
ha, where he will find employ
Graduate Veterinary Surgeon
(Formerly with U. S. Department
Licensed by Nebraska State
Calls Answered Promptly
Telephone 378 White, Plattsmouth
SIR IN MI LD
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