Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1892-07-24

After so long time-Mrs. DAILY would
not say how long, and ii was I'll work
coaxing from her what she didn't want
to tell-she and her husband came 70
New York. he had lost his job in the
town where they were living and he
thought TO fad work at his trade at
stone cutting here. But he wasn't a
union man. She knows now were he
learned his trade. II was In prison.
He couldn't get work in New York, at
least he told her he couldn't. Then he
began to go to the races and always
came back a winner. Saturday nights
he would give her S25 or $50, his win
nings. Then, about the middle of the
week, he would give her SIS or $50 more.
II he wanted any money 10 spend he
would ask her for it.
1t was easy TO see as she talked what
happy life that was TO her. She had
never seen much money but knew she
had a fine figure and wanted nice dresses
TO show it of. She was enjoying more
luxury than she had ever dreamed
would be hers, and champagne, buggy
rides and visits TO the theater were a
new and glorious world TO a country
girl who had only seen transforming
repertoire companies. She was prettiee
when she turned her head 10 talk Of
those things. Her profile looked bit
like that Of the woman on a dollar eX-
cept that the nose was little concave.
When she faced around IL was plain TO
see that the nose had been broken and
II was squashed like lump OF dough.
Her hair was short, but curled at the
crook OF her neck. She wore a low-cut
wrapper Of some thin filmy stuff and
her white neck was exhibited.
Didn't you think it strange that he
always won?" Mrs. DAILY was asked.
"How could l? / didn't know any
better. He'd fetch things home and
I'd say: What's that you have there?'
and he'd tell me he picked it up in an
auction store, and thought 1t was so
cheap that it was a good Investment.
He never brought anything home that
he pawned, and | think it's mean, after
his being so good 10 the detectives,
telling them where everything was and
whom the things belonged TO, that they
hadda GO and tell the Judge that he had
been in before. They said they'd treat
him right and he'd Only get
four or five years at the most,
and then they went and told on
to every one and he'll
make those detectives sweat for II yet.
Detective O'Brien, he told me he was
sorry for me. l just told him what
thought of him. Did ye hear about f.?
Well, | did. ! just told him what l
thought about him. My husband says
to them when they pinched him: Now,
whatever you do, don't have nothing
done TO my wife And what did they
do but take me to the station-house and
put me in the same roll with lot OF bad
characters, and the language / heard
was somein' awful. And they's folks
down to Headquarters that's done worse
than my husband did. ! always heard
it tuck a crook TO catch a crook, and my
husband is lots better man than any Of
those detectives. give you a pointer
on that"
BY and by she got over her anger.
The thought OF her husbrnd who had
never struck her and had never said a
cross word 10 her came before her mind,
and she began 70 sob, wrinkling up her
face and trying to hide the tears.
81 can't cry any more, "she said. i've
cried all the cry out OF me in the last
four weeks. I've got 10 be as cheerful
as ! can, because be says TO me, Katie,
says he, III you carry on so when you
come TO see me UP there, I'll never live
out my time And amt going TO cry
any more. I'm going TO go see him
every visiting day. and I'm going TO be
as cheerful and gay as / know how 20
be. 1t amt going TO be very long
only nine years, with good behavior.
He's only twenty-five years old and
amt twenty-five till my next birthday.
and well both be young when he comes
out, and we can go some place and be
happy. And he says 20 me, just the
day before he was sentenced, Whether
| get much or little, says he, not the
worth Of fye-cent piece will take
when get out, says be. And OH they
sent him up for fourteen years and ten
months, or nine years on good behavior.
"Our little home at No. els East One
Hundred and Thirty eighth street is all
broken I'D. They took my parlor fur
niture away because II wasn't quite
paid for. / don't care. I've got my
things stored away, and when he gets
ont we'll go TO housekeeping again"
Hes mine" she said over and over
again. Hes mine, and I'm going TO
have him again in spite Of the law and
in spite Of the whole community. So
am, and she ratified the end Of the
shawl-pin on her teeth and wiped the
tears from her eyes and shifted.
There was little baby born TO them.
She had hoped IL would nestle In the
hollow Of her arm-at once pledge Of
love and a hostage TO fortune. But
It gasped and died.
"And what are you going TO do now?"
She was going TO Europe with mar
ried couple as companion. This was
lust after she had said she was going az
see her husband every visiting day.
HOW RATTLERS POISON VICTIMS.