Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1918-03-19
Mrs. II. Fl. Hirsch's Statement

to do what Mr.. Gambler wanted me to
do. CThe witness here again ceased
her narrative on account of crying).
II had removed my coat when l went
into the room, as he said l did, and took
off my hat and laid it on the end of
the table near the door with my coat.
| also removed the articles of cloth
ing, which have been introduced as
evidence, and laid these with my hat
and coat on the table. (Witness here
again crying. It's so hard TO go on
with" (Again cryingl.
THE windows in Mr.. Gamblers room
had double shades on them, and the
shades were about a foot from the
bottom Of each sash; they were low
cred to within about a foot of the mid
die of the SASH and at the bottom of
the sash. We were on the davenport
near the window. / had my face to-
wards the window, when l saw a man
look through the window at US. He
was standing outside of the window
and his head was even with the top
opening of those shades. 1t frightened
me so 1 jumped up and started to run
out of the door. Mr.. Gambler said
Don't do that don't open the door,
Just hide your face l turned around
and / saw the man again, and he was
looking right into the window, he was
peering in to see what was happening
in the room, and l threw discretion to
the winds, and 1 became so alarmed at
him Seeing me that 1 grabbed the coat
and hat and other clothing from the
table and started to run out of the
door. | turned the thumb bolt from
the inside and opened the door, and as
l opened tho door Mr. Cook raised him
self up in This way Gllustrating), and
said, There's some one at the door.
too 1 threw up my hands and drop
ped what l had in my arms. He made
a grab for them, and so did I. He got
them and put them in his pocket,
Strengthened up and said some remark
Il have forgotten just how it was
our honorable mayor and then walked
out and slammed the door shut.
Mayor Excited
Mr.. Gambler began wringing his hands
and he said, We are just caught, we
will have to confess it, it means ruina>
ton l don't know what l was doing,
/ was walking up and down the room,
l suppose l don't know. what my &C
tions were at all, but before Mr.. Cook
had closed the door l started to cali
to him and beg him not to say anything
about it because he showed that he hao
seen what had transp1red
'NIr Gambler looked at the, door, walk
ed around the door several times, and
said Who is this man.? And l says,
It's Mr.. Cook l said, His family and
mine are good friends, and l think the
world of his mother and sister; l
would rather have the good will of his
mother than anybody l know Of, be-
cause she has been one of my dearest
friends, and she is the last person in
the world who l would have think any
thing wrong of me. He said, thought
it was your husband
"Mr. Hirsch had left the morning for
Rome. He had told me that if he didn't
return that night that he would be
gone until Friday night, that he would
return about o'clock. So it was a
question in my mind as. to whether
Mr.. Hrsch was coming home that night
or not 1 didn't know. My first thought
was to get to Mr.. Hirscn
Mr.. Gambler said, What are we go
ing to do about this?' And l said, L
say anything about it, maybe he
won't He said Who is he and what
does he do? And l says, He is con-
nected with Thrower's, I think, be-
cause l have seen him in there .Tr.
Cook had told me he was associated in
the real estate business; he had gone
into the automobile business, but real
estate was really his line. He says,
Well call him Up and ask him to come
back and let's talk to him and see
what he is going to do about it-get
some answer from him.
THAT had taken, 1 suppose, fifteen
or twenty minutes, and / called Throw
er's real estate office and 1 asked for