Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1914-06-17
he were existing before the signing Of

he were existing before the signing Of
Magma Charta. 5zs.
Pending his arraignment In court
this citizen Of the United States was
without one single trace of considera.
ton by the law which was written for
his protection. -. - s-s&=s
It was noon the next morning when
Montgomery CROPPED about his little
black cell and found an iron shelf
hinged to one of its walls. He threw
himself on dirty, twisted blanket, his
body worn out and his mind blank.
His stomach called for food, but he
dared not ask for any. The lunch
hour tramping of feet above lulled him
into oblivion. His tired eyes closed.
and he slept
A voice, sounding very family at
first but gathering volume until his
ears ached. awakened him.
II thought you was Dead" he heard
the turnkey say. Here, take this.''
The prisoner dropped his legs over
the iron pallets edge and held out his
hands.
The turnkey had brought him a large
lineup filed with beef stew, and the
SAVIOR Of it made the boys brain reel
with the delights of anticipation. He
lifted the cup to his lips and drank
from it eagerly. The turnkey handed
him piece of bread. He clutched it,
stuck it into the stew and ate of 1t
with little grunts of animal satisfac-
ton.
Montgomery heard the cell door slam
and the key turn in the lock. As the
welcome process Of digestion started
the starved. tired lad forgot his sor-
rows and remembered his miseries no
more in dreamless and refreshing
slumber.
Simple as was the food, and only too
slight for famished youth, it started
the blood coursing healthily through
his veins once more. This second
sleep brought back his strength, and
the fog that had come to his brain
while he was undergoing the strange
hardships of Identification began to
lift. When he wakened again he found
that nature, replenished with fuel. had
cast off the dread load Of despair that
had settled upon him.
He knew not whether it was day or
night He rubbed his face briskly, TAX
ing a dry bath and equalizing the sur
face circulation Of his blood He threw
out his arms and legs vigorously, re-
moving the kinks in his muscles.
Through the bars Of the cell he saw
the yellow smear of light and the turn
key sitting beneath it smoking a pipe
He was debating the ACCESSIBILITY of
asking the day and hour when the
door Of the "barrel' ratified and his
keeper bestirred himself.
A man in uniform was admitted
The turnkey placed his pipe in his
chair and came to Montgomery's cell.
"Get your hat" he ordered as he
unlocked the door.
Montgomery CROPPED about for his
cloth cap, found it and stepped out of
the cell.
"1t's time for the lineup" he was in
formed. ''They want you upstairs"
In charge of the uniformed man he
made his way up the winding stair
way and stepped into the binding
sunlight which flooded the assembly
room of the detective bureau. The
room was large and wainscoted high
with racks Of pictures-the old rogues'
gallery. In the center of the room was
a clump of fifteen men and three wo-
men. They made up the police crop
of the night before. Yeggmen, bur-
glars, pickpockets, confidence men and
a black browed Sicilian bomb thrower
were included in the group. The wo-
men, blowsy, frowsy and insolent,
were common thieves.
Montgomery was put in this herd
and told to wait there. Half a dozen
uniformed policemen were doing duty
as doormen.
After few minutes of anxious,
nerve wearing delay door opened and
on the threshold appeared man in
the garb Of citizen Montgomery
felt the prisoners about him turning
In one direction and he turned and
looked. He saw the man in the door.
There was something uncanny about
his appearance. and be looked more
closely. The mans face was covered
with black mask. He stepped into
the room and another masked man ap-
peared on the threshold.
The prisoners in the center of the
room drew closer together There was
smoker of contempt from several of
them and a whispered anathema as the
plain clothes men gradually began to
crowd the room. Montgomery counted
the first and then the second dozen and
still they came, silently. and showing
hfdeous black patches where human
faces should have been.
The detectives peered steadily at tho
faces and forms within the circle.
studying their IRREGULARITIES of Habit
and Action" The hunters would know
their quarry again when time came
to break open new leads. but the quar-
~ In fight would not know the faces
OF the men after them.
Montgomery's head was swimming,
and his heart going like trip hammer
when he was showed into a prison van
with the others and taken to the Jeffer-
son Market police court in the lower
west side to be arraigned.
As dismal as was the interior of the
Ill lighted courtroom, the first glimpse
OF the black robed magistrate brought
feeling of relief to Montgomery. He
was in court of Justice, an institution