The evening times., 1896-01-04
CLARK'S, 7s4-7s6 7h 81. NV

i would like to state that actually felt
myself to be an outcast frLm society, and
suffered a moral revulsion more decided
than my physical one.
| In my misery and rcmorsc I wcpt hot,
bitter tears; | felt the iron bars around me-
! and the helplessness OF my condition. I
knew that IL was weak aud foolish, but I
/ could do nothing but strain my eyes looking
up the road through the gathering dark
! Ness To see possible carriage coming to
| fetch me. But only saw the chuck wagon.
This time ate my dry bread and drank
my weak tea without a inurmur. | had "a.
eat; l was starved out. Everybody WAS
filled with the story OF the Few arrivals.
and managed TO spice the evening with
their grievances. | went back To pace up
/ and.down and around the corridor, and de-
termined to pace forty times arouUd that
rectangle tn tire myself out.
There was a telephone in the office which
| had Just been put in, and before l began
my promenade l went out TO look a { IL and
try to think il dared use 1t. ] knew that
two minutes would give me that communion
with the world was fainiing for and when
the assistant matron walked out there
asked her il might use the phone.
While I asked her knew that did not
dare, even with her permission. but want
ell to daily with The subject that WIS the
only medium possible. She gave me prompt
and went back to walk.
IL was O'Clock. and walked for an hour
and half around the deserted and unused
wing. Poor old Foley hGhbled along beside
me fo- several turns, smoking her pipe and
telling me her sorrows. but she left off when
she discovered that / was going to keep -
up.
THE NEW ARRIVALS.
At last, thoroughly tired out, ] went to
nj rl,r.r.
few minutes the girls were ordered in
side. and while removed my boots Mar
saret Wilson told me of the other arrivals.
II was pink-eovered Police Gazette story
That WAS wearisome to listen tn. and
] had just taken i'll the fact that the giris
had a brother who drove "A cab. when We
heard wheels on the gravel.
We Went TO the window of our dark cell
and looked out in the rainy night There
was cab down at the Goor. its two lights
making u feeble flare. Margaret Wilson
immediately announced that IT. was the
girls brother coming to !ot thcm out. All
the girls on our side OF the ward shouteC,
-ihe intelligence across To them.
Don't arouse their hopes until YOU are
sure said. not daring To hope myself,
and at that moment the name "FIoren.e
Bergen came ringing through the building.
The matron came to unlock my door
urgins me to hurry. / went down TO the
brightly lighted office in my gown, and the
police reporter came forward with my fur
coat on his arm with 4 suppressed grin
on his face. The warden had the paper
for my release in his hand.
When the police reporter said. Hurry up
vag: don't keep us waiting" the whole
ignoininy fell away from me with the
joke. and i felt restored to my self-respect
again.
i had TO go down to the dressing room.
my own clothes were bro, cht out. and
was soon rehabilitated and i'll nay right
mind
Florence" said the good mairon never
come back here again, Will you?''
No, indeed. madam, i certainly won't"
/ replied. embracing her, and she said, II
am sure you won't
On the ride back to town len rned what
the papers had said about me- md that the
city editor had Insisted ou keeping me in
over New Years. and had only backed down
after long persuasion.
As we got out of the cab waited while
they paid the cab man, who said: .'ticntIe-
men. have had a strange trip tonight"
$50 have / had n strange trip" | sii i'll
to my friends, a we went in nut nf the rain.
SIBYL WILBUR,
alias
FLORENCE BERGEN.