Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1894-01-25

The Times, don't care which-any Of them
will gladly identify me. / have worked for
The Express. Telegraph this Buffalo chief Of
police to send to The Express and find out who
lam"
Mrs. Upper was not permitted to
communicate with friends, nor did the
officers act on the suggestions she made
that would prove her identity. Her
trunk was searched, and the detective,
finding nothing which by the widest
stretch of imagination could be termed
valuables, restored my keys. To broth
er detectives who had come in and were
staring at me as if I were some new spe-
cies of wild animal l heard him say,
There's absolutely nothing against her
but the number of the check"
Finally this message was sent to Buf-
falo:
We find check on woman who says she Is
Edith Sessions Tupper. and that che has been
correspondent Of tho Buffalo Express She has
| also pass from Panama, n. Y, to Buffalo and
| return by the w. n. Y. & P. r. R. Is this the
woman you wan2
Then followed ON agonizing wait of "a
hours, during which Mrs. Tupper was
put through another examination. Mrs.
Upper tells what followed:
At last-nearly o'clock-a messenger boy
ran up the stairs with a telegram. Ny heart
seemed to stop beating, and through q mist
saw the room-thc open door-the next .oom,
where, with folded arms and plying express
sion on his face, stood O young, fair haired de-
tective, the only one who had given me a kind
word through all that fearful ordeal-and Re-
burn bending his dark face over the yellow
document.
He wants me to hold you," were the words
heard, "but I'm not going to do it 1t would
be as absurd to hold you as it would be to hold
man. don't believe NORM ever went near
the Buffalo Express Office to find out who you
are"
He paused. The fair haired detecttre-God
bless him!-sent me kindly smile and gradu-
ally the blessed truth stole upon me that WAS
not to be locked up in q cell.
"Wait moment" said Reburn suddenly.
"Give me your keys"
Once again saw my poor, simple little cot
ton and muslin frocks tumbled over and the
mysteries of my wardrobe laid bare. Then
broke down and sobbed aloud, but only for d
moment or two. for Reburn's sharp Nov,
there's no use Of your doing that" quickly
made me resummon all my pride. He replaced
the articles in my trunk; then, taking up the
telegram, read it slowly aloud. 1t was in SUBJ
stance as follows:
Zone of our officers leaves for Toronto at II
O'Clock. Wilson girl has short hair or switch
tied on behind. Trunk contains silk dress,
lace dress, gold watch, jcwcliy. towels, night
gowns. Hold his woman anyway"
l hope every rec American citizen who reads
this story will carefully note the malicious in
sanity of this message. NORM gave n test by
which Mary Wilson could be positively identi-
fed, but added, Hold this woman anyway"
No matter if she be innocent hold her. You've
got her in your power. Hold her. Make her
suffer all you can.
And right here want to give Sergeant Re-
burn all the justice due him. Harsh and auto
cratic as he was, can never forget that he
had the humanity to release me in the face Of
that peremptory and cruel order from Buffalo.
"Tal;e off your hat and let me see your hair"
he said.
obeyed. The only beauty with which ma
ture has gifted me is wonderfully long and
thick hair. unpinned the plaits and let them
down. Even then the sergeant could not be-
ieve his eyes.
..That's switch tied on, isn't it2" he asked.
Then / removed the string which confined
my hair close to my head, and the two braids
@fell.oYer my shoulders-indjsp sputahly my .owl;
ehair and not another's. With half muttered
exclamation of disgust, Sergeant Reburn tossed
Morin's message on his desk.
"You are discharged" he said.
Mrs. Upper was then driven to the
house of sister-in-law, and thus she
concludes her story:
1t is yet mystery why the mere fact that
Mary Wilson went from Buffalo to Toronto
should have been deemed sufficient ground for
IN q chQncp6
pass through Buffalo en- route for Toronto the
day the robbery was committed. The tmbe-
cility of Morin's detective methods is only
equaled by tho brutality of his final message
to Reburn.
Such is chapter of international outrage.
give It to the American public for their con-
sideration. especially beg American men to
remember that their wives. sisters or daughters
may be subjected to just such fearful ordcals
unless the police system Of this country Is radi-
cally reformed. ! would respectfully call my
governments attention to the manner In which
an American citizen may be treated In foreign
city-refused privilege which would scarcely
be denied suspected nhilist In Russia.
And If, by giving my sad story to the reading
public, can in any remote fashion shiold one
sensitive, refined woman from the agony,
shame, suspense, indignity and torture en-
dured on that frightful night. shall feel that
have not told 1t In vain.
Mrs. Tupper has written many short
stories and some poetry. She has a pleas
ant home on the banks of the Passaic, in
New Jersey, where most of her work is
done. She is thoroughly domestic in her
tastes, though necessarily much in pub
lie places, and is the wife of Mr.. Horace
E. Tupper, a gentleman connected with
the Erie railroad. MS. Tupper is young,
handsome. and her big eyes are fine and
expressive. Her story "a Transferred
Identity" is considered one of the best
that has vet come from her prolific pen.