The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-11-04
CASE OF MRS. GROVE
She Tells Her Version Of Recent
Troubles with Her Neigh
bors.
Says All She Wants Is to Be
Let Severely
Alone.

Victory perches upon the forceful
brow of Mrs. Della Grove, 333 john
son street NE. The indignation of
offended virtue flashes from her gray
eyes as she looks afar upon the abodes
of those neighbors who, among the
sand ridges and railroad tracks, have.
for three months waged unsuccessful
war upon her.
Mrs. Grove, who, during her now
historic difficulties with her neigh
bors. has thrice been arrested and
once compelled to serve ten days In
the local place of detention known.
officially, as the workhouse. is the
wife of Paul Grove, at present and
for twenty-three years barrel mailer
in the Pillsbury A -four mill. Also
she is the owner of newly painted
twelve-room frame house on Johnson
street, behind which is an equally
trim-looking barn and well-pop-
ulated chicken yard.
With black hair, brown and wealth
er-beaten face and high cheekbones.
she presents an appearance not sug-
gestive of passiveness in the presence
of the foe.
IT am horn in province Of Manitoba
forty-four years ago and I come to
this states when / am two years old,
she said this morning as she shuffled'
with bare feet across the kitchen floor
and put more wood in the range. For
thirty years I live in this Minneapolis.
For eighteen years I live right around
here, for eight years in this house.
For twenty-three years 1 am married
to my man. And never in that time
do have any trouble until las Au-
gust, when these women. they begin
make trouble for me.
eff am what these women say in
court why I am not found out much
sooner? I want no trouble with my
neighbors. I have no neighbors, clos
We have corn on one side this house
my house-and we have garden this
side opposite. These neighbors-these
women-they come from across the
street and from long way off and one
night in August they put pitch all
over my front porch and then they
throw rocks.
ct have lived with my ole man twen-
ty-three year and I never hear him
swear before: but this time he swear
for many minutes and If he eaten
those people he kill them. And then
backyard, and these people they get
me arrested and I get to workhouse for
ten day.
Now this workhouse is not so bad.
If many Of these around here were in
the workhouse they would be better
off. The woman what watches over US
she a beautiful woman. She says:
| What will do for Mrs. Groves but
| tonholes when she leave us?' She is
very nice. And that superintendent!
He is a very old man with white hair,
but he is a perfect devil. He says:
Mrs. Grove, you must come back. We
! like you So. And then he laugh. But
do not go back.
II am here in my home and police
man he come and say: You are ar
rest for calling a woman names And
I say: What woman?' and he do not
know except that it say so in war
| rant and so say I will come to court
but say other things to him, too,
and he say: You mustn't blame me,
| Mrs. Grove. I am only a policeman.
His name was Hanson.
II come into court twice and then
this woman who lives across the street
she fail to convict me and come back
home to my man and my children.
"And then 1 am again arrest for
poisoning calls. There are some po-
tato patch up by the elevator and the
railroad men that tend them they
leave some paris green on the vine
and the calf which run all around,
they eat them and they are sick. And
so they bring me into court again. The
Judge he turn around in his chair and
say to these women against me In
court: You leave her alone or I will
\, give you five days in that wOrkhOuse.'
SJudge Dickinson that is.
Il And so am back nome. / do not
mind the workhouse, if I can take my
baby with me. There are four chill
dren; nine, seven, four and two years
Two are in school.
when I am on trial last the engine
crew in the yards it quit work and
come and tell that I am right. In thai
big gray house, there, live Alderman
Pete Mccoy. I have worked for his
family twenty year ago and he cannot
say that so much of a hair of me is
wrong. Why do these women come
to bother me? I do not know: I am
not afraid. Only they must stay away
from this place."