The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1901-10-20

is hopelessly swamped in debt or crime,
and Norris is neither. Let me never be
dislOyal to him."
Despite this noble resolution, how
ever. could not but blame him secret
" for my Incarceration. And that ele-
vator man with the face of a thief-ah,
a sudden thOught-where was my
pOcketboOk2 Had L been robbed while
I slept? If so. this was the solution Of
the whole mystery
I reconnOitered the divan and pillows,
but no pOcketbOOk was forthcoming I
delved into my pockets with no better
luck 1t WAS missing, gone, stolen,
and he must have taken it. Father had
given me 800 in the morning and we
had spent $40 on tables. When the man
had made his rounds at ; o'clock he
had found me asleep, with the purse on
my lap, and had been unable 10 resist
the temptation. He had seized it, pad
locked me in. very softly. and when
Morris returned had invented the story
that I had grown tired of waiting and
gone Norris. knowing that L had in
tended going to Orange toward evening.
had simply gone home quietly to his
dinner. Poor little me- How 1 did pity
myself
But tears could not help matters
they only made my head ache. In the
meantime. the thief had left the build
ing, carrying the keys with him. and
his successor had been unable to get in.
Doubtless he was spreeing on that $50
at that very moment. He would pay
the penalty eventually, but nOw-what
cared he?
I clenched my hands with rage in my
quasi-prison and sent forth a bitter
wall to the moon. which ] knew to be
sailing in the sky. IT had often glad
dened happy. scenes for me, and liked
to fancy that il was not unsympathetic
of my present woe.
"Oh. moon, kind moon" I cried, "be
pitiful and enlighten somebody as to
my whereabouts. even If you are only
half of a mOoni'
This was not humor-it was desperate
fear. clutching at straws- Just then I
heard a soft '-mi-au'' from the other
side of the door Ny heart gave n leap,
! for 1 recalled the remarka bic iutelli-
gence and sympathy with which cats
are credited. Perhaps this one might
descend the stairway, which she had
climbed upwards in her greed Cor rat
flesh, and by rubbing against the knee
I of the sleeping delinquent arouse him to
his neglected duties.
TT is a direct answer to my prayer!"
was my joyous cry. This bids me
not despair Assistance is coming at
last"
I called her by name in my most Sc
/ ductive accents, but heard her madly
/ chasing the rats outside and given me
never a thought Disappointment made
me sick, and oh, how hungry I wasi
thought with a pang of all the every
day things to eat which I had ScOrned
in the halcyon days of the past. How
I longed for a baked potato. or a little
knOtted apple, on, for a corn-dOdgerl
But it was of no use wishing for things,
! for I was a prisoner and worse than
prisoner. in that had not even a jailer.
Nobody knew or cared apparently what
/ had become of me.
Naturally my family would not miss
me for three whole days. knowing that
I 1 had intended staying that length Of
{ time in Orange; nor would Morris,
whom I had forbidden to write to me
while there. AS to my friends in
! Orange. they were not positive about
my coming; I was to have telegraphed
I before starting. Consequently there
would be no alarm over my mysterious
disappearance until the time set for
my return home-an eternity hence; no
''uxtrays'' brayed in the streets, no
newspaper pictures of me. no rewards
offered for my body, dead or alive; no
false testimony of policemen, etc
Starved TO DEATH How can L face
anything so horrible2 And yet. con-
/ fined in a close cell, ten stories in the
air. what might one eNpectg
"Oh. father dear" I cried. don't
/ you love me. and don't you know by
/ intuition. sympathy or something, in
what terrible distress your poor little
daughter is this night? How can you