Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1911-12-01

vas "O'hihS loF neT 10 90 out wait
lntuiuVely she realized the nece,.
sity OF Immediately securing the ser.
vices of an able lawyer. There was
no doubt Of Towards innocence. but
she recalled with shiver that even
innocent persons have suffered cant.
tai punishment because they were un.
able to establish their innocence. 50
overwhelming were the appearances
against them. He must have the hest
lawyer to be had, regardless of ex.
pense. Only one name occurred To
her, the name or man OF interna-
tional reputation, the mere mention
OF whose name in courtroom filed
the hearts OF the innocent with hone
and the guilty with dread That man
was Judge Brewster. She hurried
downtown to his Office and waited an
hour before he could see her. Then
he told her, politely but coldly. that
he must decline TO take her case. He
knew well who she was and he eyed
her with some curiosity, but his man.
ner was frigid and discouraRinR
There were plenty OF lawyers in New
York, he said. She must go else
where. Politely he bowed her out.
Half of precious day was already
lost Judge Brewster refused the
case. To whom could she turn now?
In despair, almost desperate, she
drove uptown to Riverside drive and
forced an entrance into the Jeffries
In, III
a rebuff. Still not discouraged. she
returned to Judge Brewsters office.
He was out and she sat there an hour
waiting to see him, Night came and
he did not return. Almost Frustrated
with nervous exhaustion, she returned
to their deserted little fiat in Harlem.
1t was going to be a hard fight, she
saw that. But she would keep right
on, no matter at what cost. Howard
could not be left alone to perish with
out hand to save him. Judge Brew
ster must come TO his rescue. He
could not refuse, She would return
again to his Office this afternoon and
sit there all day long. if necessary,
until he promised to take the case
He alone could save him She would
go to the lawyer and beg him on her
knees if necessary, but first she must
see Howard and bid him take courage
A low doorway from Center street
gave access to the gray fortress. At
the heavy steel gate stood a portly
policeman armed with big key. Each
time before letting people in or out
he inserted this key in a ponderous
lock. The gate would not open mere
ly by turning the handle This was
to prevent the escape of prisoners.
who might possibly succeed in reach.
ing SO far as the door, but could not
open the steel gate without the big
key. When once any one entered the
prison he was not permitted to go out
again except on a signal from
keeper.
When Annie entered she found the
reception room filled with visitors,
men and women of all ages and ma
ttonalities, who, like herself, had como
to see some relative or friend In
trouble. 1t was a motley and interest
Ing crowd. There were fruit peddlers.
sweat shop workers sporty looking
men, negroes and flashy looking wo-
men. All seemed callous and indif.
ferent, as if quite at home amid the
sinister surroundings Of a prison. One
or two others appeared to belong to a
more respectable class, their sober
manner and care worn faces rejecting
silently the humiliation and shame
they felt at their kinsman's disgrace.
he small barred windows did not
permit of much ventilation and, as
the day was warm, the odor was sick.
ening. Annie looked around fearfully
and humbly took her place at the end
OF the long line which slowly worked
its way to the narrow inner grating,
where credentials were closely scruti-
| nized. The horror of the place seized
upon her She wondered who all these
poor people were and what the pris-
oners whom they came to see had
done to offend the majesty of the law.
The prison was filled with policemen
| and keepers and running in and out
with messages and packages were a
number Of men in neat linen suits.
She asked woman who they were.
"Them's TRUSTEES 49, prisoners that
has special privileges in return for
work they does about the prison"
The credentials were passed upon
slowly and Annie, being the twentieth
in line, found it a tedious wait In
! front of her was a bestial looking ne
gro, behind her woman whose cheap
! jewelry, rouged face and extravagant
| dress proclaimed her profession to be
| the most ancient in the world But
at last the gate was reached AS the
! dOOrkeeper examined her ticket he
! looked up at her with curiosity. A
murderer Is rare enough even in the
| Tombs, to excite interest, and as she
passed on the attendants whispered
among themselves. She knew they
were talking about her but she
| steeled herself not to care 1t was
| only a foretaste OF other humiliations
| which she must expect.
A keeper now took charge Of her