The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1912-01-31

month since the police had sent for
her at 'dnight to hurry down to the
Astrurla, yet 1t was only two days
ago. The morning following her try
ing interview with Capt Clinton IN
the dead mans apartment she had
tried to see Howard, but without sue
cess. The police held him a close
prisoner, pretending that he might
make an attempt upon his life. There
was nothing for her to do but wait.
Intuitively she realized the neces-
sity of Immediately securing the SER
vices of an able lawyer There was
no doubt of Howard's innocence, but
she recalled with shiyer that even
innocent persons have suffered capi.
tai punishment because they were un.
able to establish their innocence. so
overwhelming were the appearances
against them. He must have the best
lawyer to be had regardless of ex-
pense. Only one name occurred to
her, the name of man of interna-
tional reputation, the mere mention
OF whose name In a courtroom filled
the hearts of the innocent with hope
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 Fer, politely but coldly. that
he must decline to take her case. He
knew we'll who she was and he eyed
her with some curiosity, but his man.
ner was frigid and discouraging.
There were plenty of lawyers in New
York, he said. She must 20 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
home. Here, again, she was met with
rebuff. Still not DISCOURAGED. she
returned to Judge Brewster's office.
fe was out and she sat there an hour
waiting to see him. Night came and
ne did not return. Almost prostrated
with nervous exhaustion, she returned
to their deserted little fiat in Harlem
II was going to be 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, II 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
ne inserted this key in a ponderous
lock The gate would not oren mere.
y Dy turning the handle This vas
to prevent The escare o. prisoners
who might possibly succeed In reach.
Ing SO far as the door, but could not
open the steel gaze without the big
key. When once any one entered the
prison he was not permitted to 20 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.
tfonalities, who, like herself, had come
to see some relative or friend in
trorble. 1t was a motley and interest.
Ing crowd. There were fruit peddlers,
sweat stop workers, sporty looking
men. negroes and flashy looking va.
men. All seemed callcus and indif.
ferent, as IL quite at homo amid the
sinister surroundings Of a prison. One
or two others appeared to belong to
more respectable class, their sober
manner and careworn faces rejecting
silently the humiliation and shame
they felt at their kinsmans disgrace.
The small barred windows did not
Nerlcit OF much ventilation and an
TIE day was warm. the odor was sick.
ening. Aanie looked around fearfully
anc humhly took her place at the end
OF he long line which slowly worked
It's way to the narrow inner grating,
whrre credentials were closely scruti.
niz'd. The horror of the place seized
upcn her. She wondered who all these
poor people were and what the pris-
ore's whom they came To see had
donn 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 a woman who they were.
Them's TRUSTEES 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 fOnnh ~ toI;o,.. ..A