The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1913-11-20
CHAPTER III.
The Victim of the Law.

owner OF The store. Instantly his e,
preston changed.
How extremely awkwardw he criet
and there was n very real concern 1
his voice. He regarded Smlthson kind
iy. whereat that rather pulling gentle
man once again assumed his martha
bearing "You were quite right Il
coming TO me-" For a moment he wa
silent. plunged In thought Finally h
spoke with the decislyeness character
istic of him "Of course there's moth
on the counter and let her go"
But smlthson had not yet wholly un
burdened himself. He again cleared
his throat nervously.
'she's very angry. Mr.. Glider" he
announced tlmidly. "She--er-she de
maHds an--er-an apology"
The owner OF the store half rose from
his chair. then threw himself back with
an exclamation Of disgust
''God bless my soulr' he cried. Again
he fell silent. considering the situation
which Smithson had presented. At last.
however. he mastered his irritation TO
some degree and spoke his command
briefly. well. Smithson. apologize to
her. II can't be helped"
When Smlthson had left the office
Glider turned 10 his secretary.
take this" he directed and he forth
with dictated the following letter:
J. W Gasken Esq. Central National
Bank New York
MY Dear Mr. GaskeIl--I feel that 1
should be doing less than my duty
man n | did not let you know NJ once
that Mrs Gaskell Is in urgent need of
medical attention. She came into our
store today, and
He paused for a moment mo, put
It this way" be said finally;
We found her wandering about our store
today In a very nervous condition In her
excitement she carried away about 500
worth OF rare iaces. Not recognizing her.
our store detective detained her for
short time Fortunately for us ALL Mrs
Gaxkeli was able 10 explain who she was.
and sho has Just gone 10 her home Hop
ing for Mrs Gaskelfs speedy recovery.
and with all good wishes. / am yours very
truly
Smithson again entered the office,
even more perturbed than before.
what on earth is the matter nowT
Glider spluttered suspiciously.
Its Mrs. Gaskell STILL" Smithson
replied In great trepidation. ''She
wants you personally. Mr. Glider. to
apologize TO her She says that the |
action taken against her is an outrage. |
and she is not satisfied with the apol-
- all - ~
you must make one. too. and that the
store detective must be discharged for
intolenble insolence."
Glider bounced up from his chair
sngrily.
IN not discharge McCracken." he
vociferated. glaring on Smithson. who
shrank yisibly
But about the apology. Mr.. Glider.
he reminded. speaking very deferen-
daily. yet with insistence
''oh. IN apologize" he said with
wry smile OF discontinue 'I'l make
things even up a bit when | get an
apology from Gaskell. | shrewdly
suspect that that estimable gentleman
IL going TO eat humble pie. OF my bak-
ing. from his wife's recipe. And his
will be an honest apology, which mine
won't" And he left the room
II was on this same day that Sa.
rah. on one OF her numerous trips
through the store In behalf OF Glider.
was accosted by salesgirl. whose
name. Helen Morris. she CHANGED 10
know.
what on earth do you wantT Sarah
Inquired snappishly.
What did they do 70 Mary Turner
They sent her to prison for three
years" '
Three yearsy" The salesgirl had re
peated the words IN tone that was In {
deiinable, yet a tone vehement in its in. |
credulous questioning Three yearsT
she said again. as one refusing to be
Iieve
"Yes. three years.
Good God" There was no irrever.
ence in the exclamation that broke
from the girls lips. Instead only
tense horror that touched TO the roots ;
of emotion.
say, Sarah demanded, with the !,
iirectness habitnal to her. why are :
you SO anxious about It? This is the
third time you have asked me about !,
Mary Turner What's it TO you. I'd
ike to known c
The salesgirl started violently. and
deep flush drove the accustomed pal
or from her cheeks. She was obvi- 0
'usly much disturbed by the question. I
What Is it to me?'' she repeated in
IN effort to gain time. why. nothing Il
nothing at all, only-she's a friend of
nine, great friend Of NINE Oh.
1es!' t.
There was monotone of desolation
Is she went on speaking In whisper
meant for the ears of no other. Its
years! Oh, l didn't IN