Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-02-26

sympathetic urgings and questions from
howell she told him the story from the
beginning. In all but the SEQUEL it was
the dark history of many and MANY a
young and innocent girl who has come to
We" YORK alone. No one knew this any
oe'lef than Margaret Holt SO she told It
with as little theatrical effect as the
dramatic details would permit
Margaret HoIt's Story.
! ut happened four years ago" she be-
gan avoiding his eyes and speaking with
an effort he did not understand at first.
| when ! first came to New York from a
/ httle town in Maine My parents had
Just died and | had but one brother.
VINO was Just then finishing his course
IN law. He came to New York to get
start and | went to Portland to work
as a stenographer Well. my brother was
| bright and honest and he got on Final
~ ne sent for me to come and live with
him and my uncle here"
She paused for It moment and her
voice was almost as uncertain as a whis-
! per when she went on
ut was night when / arrived at Grand
. central station. My brother was not
( mere 20 meet me. Oh, it wasn't his
fault, But he wasn't there-he wasn't
! there"
She stopped again and bit her lip. How
ell with a rising feeling of horror and
holgnatlon, vaguely felt what was com
ing.
looked about the station hewildered
I oy Inc noise and the crowd. Finally
woman approached me"
"A stranger he interposed in low
| tones.
Yes a middleaged woman She asked
iAe who was looking for and l told hei
my brother Your brother couldn't
come she said, and he sent me to meet
/ YOU
Howell swore under his breath, but She
heard
"Oh, never even thought Of suspect
ing her! She put me in a taxi and We
drove and drove-it seemed for miles
FIhaHy we stopped before high stone
! mousse She led me up the stairs TO the
| fourth floor-opened door. pushed me
INTO room, turned the key in the lock
and Went away"
Howell sat rigid and silent His face
had gone almost as white as the girls
The next day a big brute of a man
! on Cody She buried her face in her
hands and rocked to and fro in silen;
agony. Howell sprang up and walked
away, His lips were working in motion
less curses His fists were doubled but
he felt no pain from the injured hand
When the girl had partially recovered
her control he slowly returned but stood
beside her instead of resuming his seat
In this way she could avoid his eyes
| without appearing to do so.
Kept a Prisoner"
Il was kept prisoner in that house
for three weeks" Howell could barely
| catch the words, but as this crisis of the
story passed she recovered her compos-
ure with courage and fortitude that com
pieted his admiration. THE only place
l was allowed to so was to a little en-
| closure on the roof.
There was fresh air there and the
| blue sky to look at. Finally Providence
| Providence-ceme to my rescue fire
broke out in that house 1 escaped to
the roof and the firemen discovered me
and took me down.
| Il rushed to my brother! l told him
what had happened-I thought he would
go insane! 1 have never seen such a rage
in human being For days he was like
a madman-and ever since then he has
been obsessed with one thought, one de-
sire-to bring these terrible men to JUS
tce. At first he tried to work with the
police, but they were against him. Then
he managed to interest a certain rich man
in the work. This man furnished him
with money and influence. With the
money he hired the best detectives he
could find-the Burns men-and with the
influence he got himself gradually ad
vanced. Finally, he was appointed as
sistant to the district attorney and this
wok was placed in his hands.
BIT by bit the evidence was collected.
1t was one mans work to watch the pa
pers, particularly the want columns.
one day he found an advertisement for
stenographer experience required.
Howell nodded and the girl continued.
"Ths looked suspicious and some one
had to investigate. l begged to be al
lowed TO go. Ny brother refused at first,
but at last consented, and | went"
ITO the Beaumont" asked Howell,
quickly
at was Morton?"
Yes"
The Leader of the Gang.
"That was what he called himself" cor
rected the girl But he really was the
one man in New York my brother wanted
to reach. He was Pedro Alvarez, the
leader of the gang
Great Scott calculated Howell, under
his breath. well, you got the job?'
Eyes" replied the girl, and was silent
well, go on, ont" urged Howell, i'm
patiently What happened?'
"Of course, the cutlery business was
blind"
"And the stenographer was part of the
bluff. en-"
Yes, there was nothing to do. | had
plenty Of opportunities to watch. And
oh. how ] watched! | sneaked, l spied,
stole. to get the evidence we wanted
"And YOU got it," cried Howell his
eyes shining with excitement. Yes the
little mouth closed grimly. Day by day
little by little, until the net was almost
complete. There was one thing that was
lacking and that ! had TO get
What was that" he asked eagerly.
"a list of the members of the gang
"Did You get ito'
YES. today Alvarez had learned in
some way that my brother knew who he
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