New Ulm review., 1913-12-24

rah. on one o: her numerous trips
through the store in behalf Of Glider.
was accosted by a salesgirl. whOse
name. Helen Morris. she chanced to
know. FL \:
.what on earth do You want T. Sarah
inquired snsppishly.
What did they do to Mary Turner =
'They sent her to prison for three
years" a. &
Three years. The salesgirl had re
peated the words in a tone that was In
definable yet a tone vehement In its In
credulous questioning. Three years.
she said again. as one refusing to be
lieve.
Yes. three years. !
Good God!' There was NO irrever-
ence in the exclamation that broke
from the girls lips. Instead only q
tense horror that touched to the roots
Of emotion. II Il. ,ss..
Say, Sarah demanded, with the
directness 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
like to know?''
The salesgirl started violently, and
deep flush drove the accustomed pal
lor from her cheeks. She was obvi-
ously much disturbed by the question.
What is 1t to mc?" she repeated in
an effort to gain time. why. nothing
nothing at all., only she's friend Of
mine, a. great friend Of mine. Oh.
yesr'
There was monotone OF desOlaticn
as she went on speaking in whisper
meant for the ears of no other. Its
awful-three years! Oh. I didn't un-
derstand! Its awful awful!' With
the final word she hurried off, her at
titude one of wondering grief.
Sarah was thinking intently 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
figure outlined there. She remem bered
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 COM
plexion Of blended milk and roses. with
a radiant joy Of life shining through
all her arduous and vulgar conditions.
Instead Of this, now she saw frail
form that stood swaying in the door
way. that bent in sinister fashion
which told Of bodily impotence. while
the face was quite bloodless.
A man stood beside her, one of his
hands clasped around the girls wrist
1t was Cassidy. from headquarters.
who spoke in a rough. Indifferent voice.
''The district attorney told me to
bring this girl here on my way to the
Grand Central station with her.
"Mr. Glider will be right back Come
in and wait"
The two went forward very slowly.
the officer, carelessly conscious Of his
duty, walking with awkward steps to
suit the feeble movements of the girl.
Sarah at last found her voice for an
expression of sympathy.
.'I'm sorry. Mary" she said hesitat-
ingly. 'I'm terribly sorry. terribly
sorry
The girl did not look up. She stood
still. swaying little. as If from weak
ness.
"Are your she said. Il did not
know. Nobody has been near me the
whole time have been in the Tombs.''
"Why," Sarah exclaimed. ''there was
Helen Morris today! She has been
asking about you again and again.
She's all broken up over your trouble
"Who is Helen Morris?" the lifeless
voice. demanded. There was no inter
est in the question.
Glider entered the Office with the
quick, bustling activity that was or1i
narily expressed In his every move
ment. He paused as he beheld the two