The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1913-12-31


think? And that's not all either. was
It fair of ysu. Mr.. Glider? Was f.
| fair Of you to come TO the court this
morning and tell the judge that I
should be sent to prison as q Warnins
to othersT'
You know he exclaimed q ne
mentary CONSERVATION.
81 heard yen In the courtroom sha
said. 'SThe dock isn't very far from
the bench where you spoke 70 the
judge about my case Yes. I heard
you. It wasn't, Did DO TT OF, Didn't
do It? No. Il was only that I must
be made warning to Others7
Again silence fell for a tense inter
val Then finally the girl spoke:
'Mr. Glider. she said simply, Gas
God is my judge, I am COINS to prison
for three syears for something J didn't
do. Why did you ask the Judge 20
send me to prison."
THE thiev1ng that has baen going
on In this store for over 9 year has
got to STOP" Glider Rnsw cred en-
phaticaIIy. with all his usual energy Of
manner restored.
Sending me TO prison won't stop 4, %
Mary Turner said drearily.
perhaps not" Glider sterniy FetOEt-
ed But the discovery and punish
ment OF the other guilty ones WflL"
His manner changed TO q bus1nsssliks
aIertness. You sent word to me that
you could tell me how % stop tie
thefts In the store. Wen. my EiEl. do
this and. while can make ne dsdnitD
promise. III see what can be done
about getting you out Of your pFesGnt
dimcuIty." He picked up, a peCcn,
pulled pad OF blank paper convenient
to his hand and looked at the girl *
peetantly, with aggressive inquiry q
his gaze. ''Tell me now" he c0neiEd-
ed, who were your palsT'
''I have no paIgF' she calculated SGUl-
riousIy. 81 never stole anything lR
my life. Must go on telling you cvSlr
and over againT' Her voice Eooe im \
wall OF misery. "oh, why WeaAt ea5
one believe meY'
"Unless you can control y8CEs7l6. -
you must go" Glider pushed away thu
pad Of paper and tossed the psnCa
aside IN physical expression OF bis dis
pleasure. why did you ssnd thah
message If you have nothing 60 say
he demanded, with increasing ehoIer.
'I have something to tell you. M.
Glider" she cried quietly. "0aly III
sort Of lost my grip on the way hare.
with this man By nay side
"Weu?' Glider insisted queggIC0z2V.
as the girl hesitated.
when you sit In a cen 6or thrss
months waiting for your TRIAL, IS did.
R-A Y
that If I could talk to you might be
able to make you understand Whata
really wrong. And If / could do that
and so help out the other girls. what
has happened to nae would not, after
all. be quite so awful-so useless, some
how" Her voice lowered to a quick
pleading, and she bent toward the man
at the desk Mr. Glider" she ques-
toned, do you really want 20 stop
the girls from steaIingP'
Most certainly do" came the for
chile reply.
The girl spoke with a great earnest
ness deliberately.
''Then give them fair chance"
The magnate stared In sincere aston
Ishment over this absurd, this futile
for his guidance.
What do you meanY' he voeiferat-
I'd, with rising indignation.
why" she said very gently, 'I
mean just this: Give them a living
.hance to be honest"
"a living CHANGER The two words
we're exploded with dynamic violence.
4flder found himself unable to eI-
,ress the rage that famed within him.
The girl showed herself undismayed
" his anger.
Eyes" she went on quietly, chats
III there is 20 it. Give them a living
nance to get enough food TO eat and
decent room to sleep in and shoes
hat will keep their feet on the pave
nent winter mornings. Do you think
nat any girl wants to steal? Do you
hink that any girl wants 10 risk
By this TIA however, Glider had
egai1ed hi wer of speech. and be
Eeormily:
"And u this what you have taken
D my tsEne for? You want to make n
iaudlin plea for guilty. dishonest
iris. when I thought you really meant
0 bring me facts!'
I'VE work nine hours n day" the
iris quiet voice went on, q cuEious
athos in the rich timbre Of Il, "nine
ours a day for six days in the week.
hats a fact, isn't It? And the trou-
lie is an honest girl can't live on So
yeek- She can't do it and buy food
nd clothes and pay room rent and
arfare That's another fact. isn't it7''
Mary regarded the owner Of the store
18th grave questioning IN her violet
yes.
81 don't care to discuss these things"
e declared peremptorily as the girl
emained silent for a moment
'And l have no wish to discuss any
ling." Mary returned evenly Il only
ant to give you what you asked for
lcts. When they first locked me Up