Saturday news. (Watertown, S.D.) 19??-19??, 1914-01-01
Continued From Last Week.
CHAPTER III.

ANSt "ttuSi ~ aAOW. r. LIE MEM
~ don OF the name was like q
spell In the effect it wrought
on the attitude of the irritated
owner of the store. Instantly his ex-
preston changed.
How extremely awkward!" he cried,
and there was a very real concern in
his voice. He regarded Smithson kind.
~, whereat that rather pulling gentle
man once again assumed his martial
bearing. You were quite right IL.
coming to me-" For a moment he WI.
silent, plunged in thought. Finally l.,
spoke with the decisiyeness character
istic of him. "Of course there's moth
ing we can do. Just put the stuff back
ON the counter and let her 60"
But Smithson had not yet wholly un-
burdened himself. He again cleared
his throat .~nervously.
"She's very angry, Mr.. Glider" he
announced timidly. "She-er-she de-
mands 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 degre and spoke his command
briefly. "Well, Smithson. apologize to
her. 1t can't be helped"
When Smithson had left the office
Glider turned to his secretary.
Take this" he directed, and he forth
with dictated the following letter;
]. w. Gaskell, Esq, Central National
Bank. New York.
My Dear Mr.. Gaskell-I feel that /
should be doing less than my duty as a
man II | did not let you know at 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" he 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 laces. Not recognizing her.
our store detective detained her for a
short time. Fortunately for us all. Mrs.
Gaskell was able to explain who she was,
and she has just gone to her home. Hop
ing for Mrs. Gaskell's speedy recovery.
and with all good wishes, I 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. Gaslkell 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-
Ogies of all the rest Of us. She says
you must make n too, and that the
store detective must be discharged for
intolerable insolence."
Glider bounced up from his chair
angrily.
"Ill not discharge McCracken.' he
vociferated. glaring on Smithson, who
shrank visibly.
But about the apology, Mr.. Glider"
he reminded. speaking very deferen-
TALLY. yet with jnsistence.
"Oh. I'll apologize" he said with a
wry smile Of discontinue. 'Fll make
things ever up a bit when I get an
apology, from Gaskell. shrowdly
suspect that that estimahle gentleman
is going to eat humble pie. OF my hak-
ing. from his wife's recipe. And his
will be an honest apology. which mine
won't" And he left the room
1t was on this same day that Sa
rah. on on, of her numerous trips
through the store in behalf of Glider.
was accested by a salesgirl. whose
name. Helen Morris. she CHANGED to
know.
What On earth do you want?' Sarah
inquired snappishIy.
what did they do to Mary Turner"
"They sent her to prison for three
years"
Three years?" The salesgirl had re-
peated the words in a tone that was in
defnable, yet a tone vehement in Its in |
credulous questioning. Three years?''
she said again. as n refusing to be-
lieve.
Yes, three years"
Good God!'' There was no i~rrever-
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
d~ireetness habitnal to her, why are
you SO anxious about 1t? This is the
third time you have asked me about
Mary Turner. What's 1t to you. I'd
like to know
The saiesgirl started violently, and
3 deep fnsh drove the accustomed PAL
|or from her cheeks. She was obvl-
ously much disturbed by the question.
What is 1t to me?" she repeated In
IN effort to gain time. why, nothing
nothing at all. ~only-she's a friend Of
mine. a great friend OF mine. Oh,
Tes!'
There was q monotone OF desolation
10 she went on speaking In a whisper
meant for the cars OF no other. "Tt's
yearsl Oh. ] didn't mn