The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1913-10-11
Continued
CHAPTER Ill,
The Victim of the Law.
ES, Glider did know. The me

%ES, Glider did know The men
ton of the name was like
spell in the effect it wrought
on the attitude of the irritatec
owner Of the store. Instantly his ex-
preston changed.
How extremely awkwardI'' he cried
and there was q very real concern in
his voice He regarded Smithson kind
II, whereat that rather pulling gentle
bearing. you were quite right in
coming TO me-" For moment he was
silent, plunged in thought Finally he
spoke with the decisiveness character
istie OF him. ~Of course there's moth
ing We can do. Just put the stuff back
ON the counter and let her 60
But Snitheon had not yet wholly UNI
burdened himself He again cleared
his throat nervously.
''she's very angry. Mr.. Glider he
announced tiInidly. "She- er-she de-
E1ands an-ef-an apology"
The owner of the store half rose from
his chair, then threw himself back with
an exclamation Of disgust
God bless my soulrs he cried Again
he fell silent. considering the situation
which Sm1thson had presented. At last,
R0wever, he mastered his irritation to
souses degree ana spoke his command
= brieaE- well .Smfthson, apologize to
her. It can't be helped
When Smithson had left the office
Glider turned to his secretary.
Take this" he directed, and he forth
with dictated the following letter:
J. W. sesaskell ESQ., Central National
iAFy Dear. Mr.. Gaskell-I feel that 1
should be doing less than my duty as a
man If I did not let you know at once
that MRS. Gaskei1 is in urgent need OF
medical attention She came into our
store today, and
He paused for d moment. 'sNo, put
it this way he said finally:
we found her wandering about our-store
today IN a very nervous condition. In her
excitement she carried away about 800
worth of rare laces- Not Recognizing her,
our store detective detained her for a
short time Fortunately for US all. Mrs.
GaskeH was able to explain who she was.
and she has just gone to her home Hop
ing for Mrs GaskeIFs speedy recovery.
ana with an good wishes, am yours very
truly.
SIhfthson- again entered the Office,
even more perturbed than before.
what on earth is the matter now r.
Glider spluttered suspfcfously.
-It's Mrs. Gaskeu STILL" Smithson
replied in great trepidation ..she
tdA4NS T04 PERSONALITY Nj S114-1SsAp ~
apologize to her-She says that the
action taken against her is an outrage,
and she is not satisfied with the apol-
ogieS OF all the rest OF Us. She says
you must make one, too, and that the
store detective must be discharged for
intolerahae insolence."
Glider bounced mp from his chair
angrily.
aT,T not discharge McCracken," he
vociferated, glaring on Smithson, who
shrank v1sibIy-
but about the apology, Mr. Glider"
he reminded, speaking very deferen-
TALLY. yet with ins1stence.
oh III apologize he said with
wFy smile Of discontinue. "Tsn make
things even up bit when I get an
apology from GaskeIl. I shrewdly
suspect that that estimahle gentleman
fS going to eat humble pie. OF my bak-
ing from hts nw1fe's recipe And his
VIII be an honest apology, which mine
won't.o And he left the room
It was on this same day that Sa-
rah. on one of her numerous trips
through the store in behalf of Glider,
was accosted by a salesgirl, whose
name, Helen Morris. she CHANGED to
know.
What on earth do you want?" Sarah
Inquired snappishly.
wv hat did they do to Mary TurnerF'
They sent her to prison for three
Three yeaFsg' The salesgfr1 had re-
peated the words in tone that was in
defnabIe, yet tone vehement IN its in
credulous Questioning. ssThree years?'
she said again as one refusing to be
IIeyes-
Yes. three years.
Good God!, There was no frxever-
enee IN the exclamation that broke
from the girls lips. Instead only a
tense horror that touched to the roots
of emotion
SAY" Sarah derbanded, with the
directness habituaI to her, 'swhy are
you SO anxious about it This is the
third time you have asked me about
Mary Turner what's 1T to you, Ia
like TO known"
The salesgiri started violently, and
a deep flush drove the accustomed pal
IOr from her cheeks. She was obvi-
OCsly much disturbed by the question.
X what is it to me2~ she repeated in
an efrDrt to gain time. why, nothing
nothing at an. only5she's a friend of
mine, a great friend OF mine. Oh,
yesr'
There was monotone Of desolation
rs she went on speaking in whisper
meant for the ears of no other. cts
swfa1-three years! Oh, I didn't I'M
derstandl It's awful-awfu1i'' With
the fhaf word she hurried off, her at
titude one of wondering grief.
Sarah was thinking intentIy Of Mary
Turner after her return to the office. |
AS she glanced up at the opening of the
door she did not at first recognize the |
dgure outlined there She remembered |
Mary. Turner as a tall, slender girl, |
who showed an underlying vitality in |
every movement, a girl with a face of |
regular features, in which was a com
plexion Of blended milk and roses, with |
a radiant JOY of life shining through |