The Washington times., 1922-11-26

~ direct thar you gaze upon your
handiwoTk and see what you think
of it. Officer. take this prisoner
to the City Morgue."
IN an attempt at e1piation' as an act Of
atonement for running down and kill
ing little four-year-old Marion New
ton, Charles Buckley, chauffeur, of San
Francisco, has offered up his own five
year-old child on the altar of reparation.
He has told Marions mourning parents
that, if it will avail anything in assuaging
their grief, he and his wife will part with
their only child, surrendering her and all
their parental rights, and letting their
cherished little one take Marion's place in
their hearts and home.
A child for a child!
A novel and tragic thing in the annals
of amends.
At last reports Marion's parents had
not aVailed themselves of Buckley's offer,
which, probably, to most parents, will
seem quite natural. Assuming that the
offer was made in good faith, most par
ents would accept the inevitable, crushing
though the blow, and this is what dead
Marion's parents have decided to do.
Marion was the daughter of r. and
Mrs. Fred Newton, of San Francisco The
three-papa, mamma and the little one
had been spending the evening at the
Horse Show. 1t was the first time that the
little daughter had been taken out at
night, and consequently she was having
very wonderful time. It had always been
the Newton's idea that little ones should
be in bed early, and Marion's programme
had been a strict one in that respect.
This, however, was q special occasion.
Marion had told her mother that she
"wanted awfully bad" to see the Shetland
pony exhibit at the Horse Show, and as
the ponies were shown only in the eve
ming, It would be necessary, If she were to
see them, to break hard and fast rule Of
the family. Marion c0axed so hard that
her parents finally gave In, and thus It
was that she saw the bright, night lights
for the frst-and the last-time.
On leaving the Horse Show the three
took places on a safety station in the
centre of the street, to wait for street
car. Little Marion's eyes we're bright and
her cheeks flushed as she enjoyed her
novel experience of night life. She al
most forgot the cute, saucy little ponies,
as she stood watching the electric signs
and the speeding automobiles with their
glaring lights, and the gay crowds and
everything. 1t was all so wonderful and
exciting.
Then came a crash. An automobile
struck the nearby Victory Monument and
caromed off toward the thickly packed
crowd on the safety station. Those in
front tried to rush back from the oncom-
ing machine, but there was little chance
for most of them. The car came upon
them so fast that five persons went down
before it, and one of them, baby Marion,
was instantly killed.
There has been considerable reckless
driving in San Francisco lately, and a
growing feeling of resentment on the part
Of pedestrians against drivers of fast
automobiles; consequently, when Buck
lky's- car crashed into the little group on
the safety station, and bystanders saw the
Ave forms lying prone, their temper rose
quickly. y,
Lynch him." they cried. Lynch LimT
And while some hurried to the assist
ance Of the injured, others swarmed about
the ear, wTenehed open the door and
dragged the terrified Buckley out. His
--sf1 ,.,h, val Nth him, sat male and