The Kennewick courier. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1905-1914, 1913-10-31

'Rut about the apology. Mr.. Glider,
he reminded. speaking very deferen-
TALLY. yet with insistence.
"Oh. I'll apologize" be said with a
wry smile of discontinue ''I'll make
| things even up a bit when ! get an
| apology from Gaskell. shrewdly
suspect that that estimable gentleman
/ is 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 be left the room.
1t 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 Norris. she CHANGED to
| know.
What on earth do you waDt?" Sarah
inquired snappishly.
What did they do to Mary Turner?"
'They sent her to prison for three
years"
"Three years?' The s~esgirl had re-
peated the words in a tone that was in
defnable. yet tone vehement in its in
credulous questioning. Three years?'
she said again. as one refusing to be-
lieve.
Yes, three years"
Good Cod" There was no irrever-
ence in the exclamation that broke
from the girls lips. Instead only a
tense horror that touched to the roots
of emotion.
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
a deep flush drove the accustomed pal
lor from her cheeks. She was obvi-
ously much disturbed by the question.
What is it to me?" she repeated in
an effort to gain time. why, nothing
nothing at all, only-she's a friend of
mine. great friend Of mine. Oh.
yesr'
There was a monotone of desolation
as she went on speaking in whisper
meant for the ears of no other. It's
awful-three years! Oh, l didn't I'M
derstand! It's awful-awfulr' 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 remembered
Mary Turner as a tall. slender girl.
who showed an underlying vitality in
every movement. 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 a 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 rough. Indifferent voice.
THE district attorney told me to
bring this girl here on my way to the
Grand Central station with her,"
MFR. 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 fer an
expression of sympathy.
I'm sorry. Mary" she said hesitat-
ingly. I'm terribly sorry. terribly
sorryr'
The girl did not look up. She stood
still, swaying little. as If from weak
ness.
Are you?" 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 Iifeless
voice demanded. There was no inter-
est in. the question.
Glider entered the office with the
quick. bustling activity that was ordi
narily expressed in his every move
ment. He paused as he beheld the two