THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 5, 1914.
PLATTSnOUTH SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL.
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CHAPTER III.
The Victim of tha Law.
YES. Gilder did know. The men
tion of the carte was like a
EIo in the effect it -wrought
on the attitude of the irritated
owner of the store." Instantly his ex
pression changed.
"How extremely awkward !" he cried,
and there was a very real concern In
his voice. He regarded Smithson kind
ly, whereat that rather puling gentle
man once again assumed his martial
Itenring. Yoa were quite right in
coming to me." For a moment he was
silent, plunged in thought. Finally he
ppoke with the decisiveness character
istic of him. "Of course there's noth
ing we can do. Just put the staff back
on the counter and let her go."
But Smithson had not yet wholly un
burdened himself. lie again cleared
his throat nervously.
"She's very angry, Mr. Gilder," he
announced timidly. "She er she de
mands an er an apology."
The owner of the store half rose from
his chair, then threw himself back with
an exclamation of disgust
"God bless my soul!" he cried. Again
he fell silent, considering the situation
which Smithson had presented. At last,
however, he mastered his irritation to
some degree and spoke his command
briefly. "Well. Smithson, apologize to
her. It can't be helped."
When Smithson had left the office
Gilder turned to his secretary.
"Take this," he directed, and he forth
with dictated the following letter:
J. W. Gaskell. Esq., Central National
F.ank. New York.
My Dear Mr. Gaskell I feel that 1
should be doing less than my duty as a
man if I did not let you know at one
that Mrs. Gaskell Is In urgent need of
medical attention. She came into our
store today, and
He paused for a moment. "No, put
it this way." he said finally:
We found her wandering al-out our store
today in a. very nervous condition. In her
excitement she carried away about J100
worth of rara laces. Not recognizing htr,
our store detective detained her for a
short time. Fortunately for us all. Mrs.
Gaskell was sblo to explain who she was,
and she has Ju?t gone to her home. Hop-
in? for Mrs. Gaskell's speedy recovery,
and with all good wishes. I am yours very
truly.
Smithson again entered the office,
even more perturbed than before.
"What on earth is the matter now?"
Gilder spluttered suspiciously.
"It's Mrs. Gaskell still." Smithson
replied In great trepidation. "She
wants you personally. Mr. Gilder, to
apologize to her. She says that the
action taken against her is an outrage,
and she is not satisfied with the apol
ogies of all the rest of us. She says
you must make one, too, and that the
store detective must be discharged for
Intolerable insolence."
Gilder bounced up from his chair
angrily.'
"I'll not discharge McCraeken," he
vociferated, glaring on Smithson. who
shrank visibly.
"Hut about the apology, Mr. Gilder,"
he reminded, speaking very deferen
tially, yet with insistence.
"Oh. I'll apologize." he said with a
wry smile of discomfiture. "I'll make
things even up a bit -when I got an
aiology from Gaskell. I shrewdly
suspect that that estimable gentleman
Is going to eat humble pie. of my bak
ing, from his wife's recipe. And his
will be an honest apology, which mine
won't." And be left tte room.
It was on this same? day that Sa
rah, on- one of her numerous trips
through the store in behalf of Gilder,
was accosted by a salesgirl, whose
name, Helen Morris, she chanced to
know.
"What on earth do you want?" Sarah
Inquired snappishly.
"What did they do to Mary Turner?"
"They sent her to prison for thret
years."
'Three yars?" The salesgirl had re
peated the words in a tone that was In
definable, yet a tone vehement in its in
credulous questioning. "Three years?"
she said again, as one refusing to be
lieve. "Yes, three years.
"Good Cod!" There. wasc.. irrever
ence in the exclamation that broke
from the girl's lips. Instead only a
tense horror that touched to the roots
of emotion.
Say," Sarah demanded, with the
directness habitual to her, "why are
you soanxioU3 jbout . It ? This i3tbe 1
IMF
y.
third time you'have asked me about
Mary Turner. What's it to you. I'd
like to know?"
The salesgirl started violently, and
a deep Hush drove the accustomed pal
lor from her cheeks. She was obvi
ously much disturbed by the question.
"What is it to me?" she repeated in
fin effort to gain time. "Why. nothing
nothing at all, only she's a friend of
mine, a treat friend of mine. Oh,
yes!"
There was a monotone of desolation
as she went on speaking in a whisper
meant for the ears of no other. "It's
awful three years! Oh, I didn't un
derstand! It's awful awful!" With
the final word she hurried off, her at
titude one of wondering grief.
Sarah was thinking intently of Mary
Turner after her return to the office.
As she glanced up at the opening of the
door she did not at first recognize the
figure outlined there. She remembered
Mary Turner as a tall, slender girl,
who showed an underlying vitality in
every movement, a girl with a face of
regular features. In which was a com
plexion of blended milk and roses, with
a radiant joy of life shining through
all her arduous and vulgar conditions.
Instead of this, now she saw a frail
form that stood swaying in the door
way, that bent in a sinister fashion
which told of bodily impotence, while
the face was quite, bloodless.
A man stood beside her. one of his
hands clasped around the girl's wrist.
It was Cassldy, from headquarters,
who spoke in a rough, indifferent voice.
"The district attorney told me to
bring this girl here on my way to the
Grand Central station with her."
"Mr. Gilder will be right back. Come
In and wait."
The two went forward very slowly,
the officer, carelessly conscious of his
duty, walking with awkward steps to
suit the feeble movements of the girl.
Sarah at last found her voice for an
expression of sympathy.
"I'm sorry, Mary," she said hesitat
ingly. "I'm terribly sorry, terribly
sorry V
The girl did not look tip. She stood
still, swaying a little, as if from weak
ness. "Are you?" she said. I did not
know. Nobody has been near me the
whole time I have been in the Tombs."
"Why," Sarah exclaimed, "there was
Helen Morris today! She has been
asking about you again and again.
She's all broken up over your trouble."
"Who is Helen Morris?" the lifeless
voice demanded. There was no inter
est in the question.
Gilder entered the office with the
quick, bustling activity that was ordi
narily expressed in his every move
ment. He paused as he beheld the two
visitors, then he spoke curtly to the
secretary.
"You may go, Sarah. I will ring
when I wish you again."
There followed an interval of silence
while the secretary was leaving the of
fice and the girl with her warder stood
waiting on his pleasure. Gilder cleared
his throat twice in an embarrassment
foreign to him before finally he spoke
to the girL
"M J? rJ.L G ildorsaId . per i tlyhl?
hard"7vofce was softened byan honest
regret "my girl, I am sorry about
this."
"You should be!" came the instant
answer.
"Come, comeT' Gilder exclaimed test
ily. "That's no tone to take with me!"
"Why? What sort of tone do you ex
pect me to take?" was the retort in the
listless voice.
"I expected a decent amount of hu
mility from ote in your position."
Life quickened swiftly in the droop
ing form of the girl. She stood sudden
ly erect, and tier face lost its bleakness
of pallor. The eyes opened wide and
looked straight into those of the man
who had employed her.
"Would you be humble," she demand
ed, and now her voice was become soft
ly musical, yet forbidding, too, with a
note of passion, "would you be humble
If you were going to prison for three
years for something you didn't do?"
"Don't mind her, sir," Cassldy said.
He meant to make his manner very re
assuring. "They all say that. They
are innocent, of course! Yep, they all
say it. It tfen't do 'em any good, but
just the same they all swear they're
innocent. Ttey keep it up to the very
last, no matter how right they've been
LAW
got.'
The voice of the girl rang clear.
There was a note of insistence thai
"1 tell you I didn't do IU"
carried a carious dignity of its own.
The very simplicity of her statement
might have had a power to convince
one who listened without prejudice, al
though the words themselves were of
the trite sort that any protesting crim
inal might utter.
"I tell you I didn't do it!"
Gilder himself felt the surge of emo
tion that swung through, these mo
ments, but he would not yield to It.
"What's the use of all this pre
tense?" he demanded sharply. "You
were given a fair trial, and there's an
end of it."
"Oh, no, I wasn't! Why, if the trial
had been fair I shouldn't be here. Do
you call it fair when the lawyer I had
was only a boy one whom the court
told me to take, a boy trying his first
case, my case, that meant the ruin of
my life? My lawyer! Why, he was
Just getting experience getting it at
my expense!"
There followed a few seconds of si
lence. Then Gilder made an effort to
shake off the feeling that had so pos
sessed him, and to a certain degree he
succeeded.
"The Jury found you guilty," he as
serted, with an attempt to make his
voice magisterial in its severity.
"Yes, the jury found me guilty. Do
you know why? I can tell you, Mr.
Gilder. It was because they had been
out for three hours without reaching
a decision. The evidence didn't seem
to be quite enough for some of them,
after all. WelL the judge threatened
to lock them up all night The men
wanted to get home. The easy thing
to do was to find me guilty, and let it
go at that. Was that fair, do you
think? And that's not all either. Was
it fair of you, Mr. Gilder? Was it
fair of you to come to the court this
morning and tell the Judge that I
should be sent to prison as a warning
to others?"
"You know!" he exclaimed in mo
mentary consternation.
"I heard you in the courtroom," she
said. "The dock Isn't very far from
the bench where you spoke to the
Judge about my case. Yes. I beard
you. It wasn't. Did I do it? or, Didn't
I do it? No. It was only that I must
be made a warning to others."
Again silence fell for a tense inter
val. Then finally the girl spoke:
"Mr. Gilder," she said simply, "as
God is my judge, I am going to prison
for three years for something I didn't
do. Why did you ask the judge to
send me to prison?"
"The thieving that has been going
on in this store for over a year has
got to stop," Gilder answered em
phatically, with all his usual energy of
manner restored. .
"Sending me to prison won't stop it,"
Mary Turner said drearily.
"Ferbaps not," Gilder sternly retort
ed. "But the discovery, and punish
ment of the other guilty ones will."
His manner changed, to a businesslike
alertness. "You sent word to me that
you could tell me. how to stop the
thefts in the store. WelL my girl, do
this and, while I can make no definite
pro"mTse7TTT "see wfiaT can -TSone
tbout getting you out of your present
difficulty." He picked up a pencil,
pulled a pad of blank paper convenient
to his band and looked at the girl ex
pectantly, with aggressive inquiry in
bis gaze. "Tell me now," he conclud
ed, "who were your pals?"
"I have no pals!" she ejaculated fu
riously. "I never stole anything In
my life. Must I go on telling you over
and over again?" ner voice rose in a
wail of misery. "Oh, why won't any
one believe me?"
"Unless you can control yourself,
you must go." Gilder pushed away the
pad of paper and tossed the pencil
aside in physical expression of his dis
pleasure. "Why did you send that
message if you have nothing to say?"
he demanded., with increasing choler.
"I have something to tell you, Mr.
Glider." she cried aietly. "Only I I
sort ef lost my grip oc tha way her,
with this man by my aid.
"Well?" Gilder insisted querulously,
as the girl hesitated.
"When you sit In a cell for three
months waiting for your trial, as I did,
you think a lot. And so I got the idea
that if I could talk to you I might be
able to make you understand what's
really wrong. And If I could do that
and so help out the other girls, what
has happened to me would not, after
all, be quite so awful so useless, some
how." Her voice lowered to a quick
pleading, and she bent toward the man
at the desk. "Mr. Glider," she ques
tioned, "do you really want to stop
the girls from stealing?"
"Most certainly I do," came tte for
cible reply.
The girl spoke with a great earnest
ness deliberately.
"Then give them a fair chance."
The magnate stared in sincere aston
ishment over this absurd, this futile
suggestion for his guidance.
"What do you mean?" he vociferat
ed, with rising indignation.
"Why," she said" very gently, "1
mean just this: Give them a living
chance to be honest"
"A living chance!" The two words
were exploded with dynamic violence.
Gilder found himself unable to ex
press the rage that flamed within him.
The girl showed herself undismayed
by his anger.
"Yes," she went on quietly, "that's
all there is to It Give them a living
chance to get enough food to eat and
a decent room to sleep in and shoes
that will keep their feet off the pave
ment winter mornings. Do you think
that any girl wants to steal? Do you
think that any girl wants to risk"
By this time, however, Gilder had
regained his power of speech, and he
interrupted stormily:
"And is this what you have taken
np my time for? You want to make a
maudlin plea for guilty, dishonest
girls, when I thought you really meant
to bring me facts!"
"We work nine hours a day," the
girl's quiet voice went on, a curious
pathos in the rich timbre of it "nine
hours a day for six days in the week.
That's a fact, isn't it? And the trou
ble is an honest girl can't live on $6 a
week. She can't do It and buy food
and clothes and pay room rent and
carfare. That's another fact. Isn't it?"
Mary regarded the owner of the store
with grave questioning in her violet
eyes.
"I don't care to discuss these things,
he declared peremptorily as the girl
remained silent for a moment
"And I hare no wish to dlscnss any
thing," Mary returned evenly. "I only
want to give you what you asked for
facts. When they first locked me tip
I used to sit and hate you."
"Oh, of coursel"
"And then I thought that perhaps
you did not understand that If I were
to tell you how things really are, it
might be you would change them
somehow."
"I!" he cried incredulously. I
change my business policy because
you ask me to!"
There wag something Imperturbable
In the quality of the voice as the girl
went resolutely forward with her ex
planation. "Do you know how we girls live?
But of course, you don't Three of us
In one room, doing our own cooking
over the two burner gas 6tove and our
own washing and ironing evenings,
after being on our feet for nine hours."
"I have provided chairs behind the
counters," he stated.
"But have you ever seen a girl sit
ting in one of them?" she questioned
coldly. "Please answer me. nave
you? Of course not," she said, after
a little pause during which the owner
had remained silent She shook her
bead in emphatic negation. "And
do you understand why? It's simply
because every girl knows that the
manager of her department would
think he could get along without her
if he were to see her sitting down
loafing, you know! ; So she would be
discharged. All it amounts to is that
after being on ber feet for zdne hours
the girl usually walks home In order to
save car fare. Yes, she walks, wheth
er sick or welL Anyhow, you are gen
erally so tired, it don't make much
difference which you are."
"What has all this to do with the
question of theft in the store? That
was the excuse for your coming here.
And instead of telling me something
you rant about gas stoves and car
fare"
(To be Continued)
Mrs. William Tuey and Mrs. J.
E. Tuey, accompanied by their
mother, Mrs. McDaniel, of Sid
ney, Iowa, arrived Ibis afternoon
on IS'o. 23 and Mrs. McDaniel will
visit here for a time with her
daughters.
in PLATTSnOUTH
FORTY YEARS AGO
Items of Interest to Our Reader
Gleaned from the Newipaper
File of Many Year Ago.
Nathan, of the House of Solo
mon, is back again.
Schnasse has returned home
from a long visit to Wisconsin.
He had a famous sleigh ride while
there, 130 miles in one day or
more, we forget just how.
Curtis, formerly of the firm of
Wayman & Curtis, is in town on
a short visit to his friend and
former partner.
F. W. D. Hollbrook, late of
Plattsmouth, remembers tl'
Herald and changes his address
to Shellbourne Falls, Mass. The
Herald sends greetings to him
and his family.
Wrn. L. llobbs is doing what
more of our business men should
Dc doing. He is sending three
copies cf the Herald to friends in
the east, lie called aroui'.t Mon
day and helped the good cause
1.85 worth. May you lie iong
end be happy.
Father Bobal called in at the
Herald office last week and we
had a very pleasant chat, as f
always do when he calls. Father
II. is an intelligent man, with
liberal views of life.
Rudolph Heisel's house on the
hill, west of the High school,
burned up last Thursday evening.
It all came from a kerosene lamp,
and the fire boys could not get
there before it went up. Insur
ance .600.
St. Leger Heck arrived here
last week from Cheyenne. We un
derstand he will take his family
back with him as soon as the U.
P. blockade is opened.
A family by the name of rteie
hart, living seven miles west of
town, are all down with the
smallpox. Uncle Jake Yallery,
Mr. Lenhoff, Guthman anil
others have been very generous
to them; the countj commission
ers have been applied to, and the
sheriff has procured nurses and
attendance.
Rush O. Fellows, one of the
printers in this office, slipped on
the stairs coming out of Fitz
geral's hall on Friday evening
last, after the ball, and sprained
his wrist so severely that he will
not be able to work for some
weeks. This is a great loss to
Rush as well as to the Herald, as
we have just got work in now
that he could do to advantage.
Mr. Brooke Reed, from Council
Bluffs, who has many friends
here, has been slopping in
Plattsmouth for a week's vaca
tion.
Mrs. B. Spurlock left last Sun
day for Marysville, Mo., to visit
her father, who has been very
sick for some time.
Mrs. E. E. Cunningham, wife of
Gen. Cunningham, went east to
Cleveland, to attend a famous
water cure, her health having
been very poor for some time.
The Herald hopes she may return
buoyant with health and spirits.
Bob Donnelly dropped a red-
hot plough share on his foot
Saturday. Bob is going to turn
granger now and handle cold
plough shares after this; no
more hot ones in his.
A very pleasant little party
went up to Omaha Saturday to
see Janauschek, the great
tragedienne. A part f the com
pany came down to La Platte in
a carriage Sunday morning and
thence by the iron horve home.
Fred Lenhoff s barn taught fire
n Saturday evening and burned
to
the ground. Spontaneous
ombustion, Fred says. Pipe
md lantern, the verdict of the
oroner. Loss, 10,000 bricks.
Mr. Pronger's youngest son,
Johnnie, was badly kicked in the
face by a horse yesterday morn
ing. The boy was hanging to the
pony's tail when he fell, but still
kept his hold. After going
around the yard that way he let
go and the pony stopped and
turning around commenced
smelling him, when thei boy
struck him across the nose with
a stick. The pony instantly
wheeled and kicked him with
both hind feet, cutting his face
badljJ
Out on the B. &. M. railroad
employes met with a very narrow
escape from a serious accident
last week. A locomotive via
backing some cars to couple on
to some other empty cars at the
freight depot and he was engaged
in coupling them. In some man
ner his arm got caught between
the bumpers of the cars, fasten
ing it so that he could not re
move it. The fright and rain
caused him fo cry out. which at
tracted the attention of Mr. Mor
gan Waybright, who was work
ing close at hand, and h- ran up
to see what wast he matter. 11
imediately ran to the engineer,
and told him to pull up u little,
as a man had arm cru-hed
between the bumpers, which un
done and the i r fellow va
released from his uncomfortable
situation; when, strantre to say.
not a bone or even the skin a
broken, although his arm sa
bruised considerably, thus a-ree
ably disappointing thnv wli"
were working around the dep.t
at the time, for they, as a matter
of cour?e, supposed that hi- arm
was crushed. Taken in all it
was oneo f the narrowest -cap'-we
have heard of.
John McCarthy of Oloe county
called at the Herald ojl'n e and left
us. a copy of the Inve-t iirntor t"
read.
Gen. Jeff C. Dais, the M'l.c
conqueror. is m the city, the
gue.-t of Chaplain Wri ht. We
are very much pea-ed to liae .
de.-ervei.ily popular an otllt-er a
Gen. Davis vi-it our city.
Hon. John Chapman, 1". S.
marshal for the we-teru di-!riri
of Iowa, has been . i-ii m hi-
brother, Samuel," iu this place
this week.
Henry Dubois, well known in
the state as importer and breeder
of line hor.-es, was in town Tue--
day. He goes to New York next
sveek.
Miss Julia porter, daughter of
W. B. Porter. ejq., now at Wa-h-ington,
D. C, sends u- a ery
neat note and takes a Herald to
give her the news from old Car
while in Washington.
A Mr. Thos. L. Stephens has
taken editorial management of
the Glenwood Opinion, in place f
W. P. Robinson, who hereafter
will attend to the financial in
terests. Rev. G. C. Betts of Kan-as City,
formerly rector of St. L:ke-
church in this city, upent three or
four hours with relatives an-l
friends here on Wedne-dav la-t.
The Herald paid a vi-it to the
handsome little town of Weepinir
Water week before la-t. Sim1
we came to Cass county it ha
grown from a mere point, with a
store and a mill, to the dirnen
si ns of a very neat little ii!ae.
The houses are sub-taut ia! and
the yards show New England
thought and ta-fe. it n-w ha
aspirations for the county seal.
whether it can make the riffle is
not for the Herald to ay. One
thing we do know, that Mr. Reed
took us in his bu?gy and -bowed
us a beautiful plateau for a town,
and aNo some as line, country off
to the S. W. iu Cass county a- we
have ever seen. We then came
round by Mr. Tewkbiiry's null
and found himself and madam
well, and a great increase in their
family around them. Th mer
chants at Weeping- Water are nil
in good spirit, have done a U'""l
busines and rover rroak. Tle-ide
the mill at W. W. village ( Clinton
& Johnson's' there is another
mill two miles below, and a good
water power between town and
that. Already there are three
mills within five miles abn- the
river. Weepine Water no doubt
is destine, I to be a manufacturing
point of some magnitude at no
distant day.
Gen. Cunningham. T. W. Shry-
ock anil Alex Schickel went t
Omaha Monday we leiee.
Charles Holme and Cal. Par
mele received sixteen head of
fine hor.-es last week, which they
will dispose of at rea-onable
terms.
Mrs. Kate Adams, wife of Hir
am Adam, died at the n-i'l-nr.-of
her hu-band la-t Thur-day.
Mr. Adams lo-t his only child by
death on Monday.
Master Clemie Cha-e. editor of
the Excelsior, a child-' paper
published at Omaha, called "ii
the Herald lat Friday. Ma-ier
Clemie, although a lad yet. ha
edited a paper for several jear-:
he is a printer. pre-man. roller
boy and editor-in-chief, all in
one.
Som. !- ef.t J 1 ' .t'.'-r a
har.Js"rr.e waterpr .f ..-!?.
cape an I a!!, bv etpre.,. a .
don't know who i? v.i. II- h- r--bv
return thank- f r - : '.
J. I. D lN 't;i:i'i a:: I f.i :..:v I. i -gone
I Council !:;;:!-
We are sorry t I Mr. v.-.
man and hope he nt.iy : i-t t w.t!
the -UCCC- lo- 4 i . J...
new hone.
Mr. Benjamin W. '.: !.t'.
Iy of IKinoi-. !":? 'A of U
Bend. N. !... called ,.n I If. ' !
e-terda. Mr. F;r.-- !.-.- 1 i ' , '
rnoeil f.t .'-N.'.l - k .4 a- i W- V.-'i
llifll great st,cee-s.
There wa a g" .ii, !; ' t '
in Pi.itt-M-.oof j, l.,-t . .',-.. i
Hen- 11 k nr d t!... - I: v-
and Johr.!; Wlu'e u;''i tfie
bay, b"'h t w.i-. !;-. b v. i- -.
be-t out of one. a:,. lle-,r ; . ir
tere.j on Johnny a. , I l
W.-epi;:.- Wat. r. r.I .T.
11 1. HeraM: . ! ! : -i 1...-
cor imuMty been t i-re -i t: .!
than by tie- a :::. :r" ' 1 -'
i'ri'l.iy iMorrn'i- tN.i: ;i
daughter of T. I.. I v i- - had ! -
burr.e.l to ,!.a!!;. Mr. I'.va- .,.
eer.il Jf(!e of , A .
wa- er-'age i.i b-:ri - . -;.--talk-
or -t h: - . !i Mr. 1 -
ing- w 1 1 fa hi!-t in the !.. !. i of
the girl-, a-'ed a!-":! '. ' ;
-ore v., iv ran-tit It 1' "
t'.re whi;e -lo wa- .; '.:' a !--tar.ee
from her f '!,. ;. I:. of
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arid ran with a!! Ir-r r ':.:.'.
the la-t -t::. ti of -a
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