Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1902-05-24
FOR THE LITTLE GIRLS SAKE,

FOR THE LITTLE GIRLS SAKE.
Late in an afternoon of October the
warden of the county Jail stood smoking
in the doorway Of his Office In the wide
street of the little Southern town quiet
reigned. Two dogs were wrangling hap
PLY over bone; further along a crowd
of boys were playing with a ball.
a keeper came out and stood beside
the warden. who paid no attention to
him. The old man coughed slightly and
touched his superior OH the arm.
''Th' man in numbah 81 wants t see
you ALL"
'Whuts he want now?" asked the
warden ENORMOUSLY. He's always af-
ter sumthin' Does he think / amt got
nuthin' ter do but run arrants fer himT'
lie still spoke with the accent of his
New England birthplace.
Il dunno said the old man.
"Whuts he here fer, anyhow went
on the warden. Lord knows ] can't
keep track of all them fellers. You
fellerS down here gets arrested fer tn
darnedest funny things | hev ever heard
tell on. Up North we gifts fellers in
Jail fer reel sure enough crimes Down
here tn criminals amt 40 account.
Whut's he in fer. | say?'
Ilt All FbI ktttufu Ter TUIlln Il
still explained the keeper. Hes q
right good Teller. few "
We'll, | amt goin' M there" an
nOunccd the warden. You bring him
down here to me- reckon he won't git
away"
The keeper slouched away and re-
turned a few minutes later in company
with the prisoner. He was tall, raw
boned, uncouth. lie stood awkwardly
before the warden fumbling a torn cap
il his hand.
Wei, whut's yure name?' asked the
warden.
"Wilbur Raw;ins," said the man, with
a slow draWl;, - got kotched fer run
oh ! amt tn jedge," said the war
den cheerfully. "Whut you want with
me?'
The man was silent. He rubbed one
bare foot over the other slowly and then
scratched his ear.
warden, not unkindly. ''Ye sent word
tibet We wanted ter see me. Wall. now,
We see me. Whut We want with meE'
II gotter go home fer n couple O.
DAYS"
'You gotter go homer" said the war
den. Young feler this amt no board
in, house. Hou gotter stay right here
till you are tried"
"kain't We let me go?" pleaded the
prisoner. 4" Taint S If I'd done much
| amt killed nobody. | amt even ben
in fend. / swar I'll come back heah."
Cant do it" said the warden. "They's
no use askin' me. | tell We | can't do it.
Il amt got nuthin' but er mewcl."
urged the prisoner. "Yo're welcome ter
that eff you all IL lemme GO"
The warden smiled grimly. 81
pplllHut lpT a. nffnpnH n
thousan' dollars" he said. '"Whatje wan
ter go fer, anywayg he added.
Nah little gals all alone up on tn
mountain" said the prisoner, AN they
amt 10 ueighbahs ter go ter her an
thcy's baby a-comin, and | gotter he
thar God, man, ye cain't let her he
thar alone ut time like that CANT
We see | jess uatchelly gotter be thar"
Cant be did said the warden brief
ly.
''Ef you all II let me go I'll name tn
baby after You an He had the air of
a man Offering ii bride of stupeudous
value.
"Supposin' it wuz a gal?' suggested
the warden.
"Ah doan' keer, We all II name her
aftah you all. Whut's yure nameY'
"Zebulon,' said the warden shortly. 1t
was sore point with him, this name.
But, can't ye see. man, l can't let yc
go? Not but Id he proud ter hev tn
baby named after me. he went on polite
ly. Il dunno cs ! ever he'd baby named
after me. But, honest, can't let We
go
Jess fer one day" pleaded the pris-
oner.
Not fer Il minnit," said the warden.
Now, look here, man. Ye Jest 60 back
ter yer cell an trust t the Lord. Ye'ro
wife'll be all right. TIN be kinder lone
some. mebbe. but it'll be all right"
II gotter 20, an I'm goin'," said the
prisoner dehantly, ms he turned away.
The warden slept laIe the next morn
ing. He was still sleeping when his wife
came and shook HIM roughly by the
shoulder, She was crying, and 50 was
the child clnging to her skirts.
Git up, Xeh,' cried the woman.
What's TIL matterT yawned the war
den slecpily.
Tibet moonShiner's killed Tom an
broke out" cried the woman.
out cried the woman.
The warden leaped from his bed and,
clad only in his night shirt, ran hur-
riedly through the house and up into the
Jail.
On the floor in front of cell 81 he
found the keeper lying dead. The old
mans face was purple, and about his
throat was the imprint of fingers. The
door of the cell was open.
Gods mercy cried the warden.
Who'd a thought it? Thet Teller wuz
jest cS peaceahlc es a lamb"
Il foun' the front door open when l
got up his mornin said the woman, IAN
| mistrusted all want right; so | come
here an fouu' tibet. II was turrible. |
Shan't Kit over il ter my dyin' day. Zebu-
Ion Waters, | Shan't."
The man had been the only prisoner on
the tier. and he had been so docile and
quiet that in his ease the usual discipline
had been relaxed. The door Of his cell
was never locked when the keeper was
| in the corridor.
"Thet's whit comes o. hein' kind ter
them prisoners said the warden'S wife.
''Shet M. can't youY' cried the ward
en-. Amt | got trouble enough 'thout
| you chimin' in: Like es not IN lose tn
| job fer this
"Whu,je goin' ter do now?" asked the
| woman.
Put on my pants" said the warden
! shortly.
Die think thought ye wuz goin' Ter
| hunt fer tibet Teller in yer night shirt?'
| retorted his wife angriiy.
Lucinda, shct mp" said the man sol
EMMY. "pon,t fergit we're in ther pres
| Within nm hoOr tho vordcD bo1 nv