The Washington herald., 1919-07-30
GIRL VICTIM OF FIEND
BURIED AS MOB FIGHTS
TO LYNCH HER SLAYER
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sons had sought the child, so long
they had wondered and worried and !
wept The very fact that they
didn't know multiplied the agony of
the loss. The news. even with it's
tragedy. was welcome. The search
was over. Janet was dead, but her
mother and her father, and all who
had been seeking her since Tues
day, knew she was beyond dread, or
pain, or woe.
So often during those wan days
OF the search Mrs Wilkinson had
cried out, If I only knew she was
dead could bear it II I only knew
where she was. what had happened
to her"
Details Are withheld.
They didn't tell Mrs. Wilkinson how
the little girl had been choked, how
her teeth had been broken and her
scalp cut They told her only that
her body had been found-and she
went to her room with her sister
Miss Alice McDermott, and would see
nobody else.
They put the body on a stretcher
before the father saw and took it to
undertaking rooms. The police didn't
want him to look upon it-pot then.
Wilkinson dressed, left on his col
lar, folded down the neck of his
shirt, put on his coat, and went to
the Chicago Avenue police station.
His eyes were dry; his voice was
calm, though now and then the
listener could detect a tremble in It.
He didn't say much, Just sat in a
chair and held his hat and mostly
looked at the floor. He seemed like
a man in a nightmare.
"T knew she would be found there
he said. Il don't know why. BUT I
knew they'd find her under the coal.
And We passed and repassed that spot
not twenty but hundred times and
never found her
II knew that man had killed her"
1t was evident he didn't like to mem
tion Fitzgerald's name, didn't like to
speak of him at all.
d" Dolly! The whole neighborhood
knew her by that name. A sunshiny
little thing. blue eyes, blonde hair.
with smile for every one. I saw her
last on Monday night. when she was
saying her prayers before going to
bed
"She got dressed quickly Tuesday
morning, for she was going to the
playground for the first time, and she
was eager to go. Usually she stayed
around the house and played a bit be-
fore getting dressed. didn't see her.
Her mother was telling me She ate
her breakfast quickly and danced
away-danced away-and it was the
last meal she ate.
"DolIy" Never Came Back.
My eldest daughter set a little
lunch for her that noon. but Dolly
never came back"
Mr.. Wilkinson went to the under
taking rooms with a friend. He sat
there while the coroner waited for the
physicians to finish the post mortem
and for the coming of Acting Chief
Alcock and the representative of the
states attorney.
He sat silently, gazing at the car.
pet, silently and still. His friend told
him to take off his coat, but he mere
ly shook his head. The coat didn't
matter. Nothing seemed to matter. ,
The coroner asked him to identity
the garments that had been taken
from the body.
"The body Of your little one is in
such a state" the coroner said to
him, that it would not be advisable
for you to see it. But will you look
at her garments and identity them
for the record?'
Identifies Her Shoes.
Wilkinson got up without a word
ond accompanied the coroner into the
other room. Coroners Chemist Nc
Nally, rubber gloves on his hands,
was examining the blue dress and the
undergarments and the shoes.
Those are her shoes" said wiki
inson, her little black oxfords."
He took them in his hands and
sondled them and put them back
upon the paper in which they had
been wrapped.
"She had to have black oxfords