The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-04-29
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"A rum runner is federal prisoner"
 l cut in crisply:
 Don't you dare talk of my Antonio that way"
 This did not deter the kindly helper, who continued:
 "He is federal prisoner. He would be in a big jail, in this case probably the Nas- sau county jail at Mineola."
 "Yes," said. Antonio does everything big. He would never let them put him in a small jail.''
 After an age of red tape routine, trans ferred calls and long spasmodic wait on my part I heard voice:
 Hello"
 1 replied:
 "Oh, Antonio! What has happened? What can I do, dear?"
 To my utter astonishment, he replied m calm, chill voice, as though I had offered him rope with which to hang himself, and he, gentleman under any circumstances, had refused with thanks. He said:
 "Yes. yes. thank you. so nice of you, I'm sure. Thanks.
 
 ...... Quite alright, thank you 50 kind of you to call me. ....."
 What day!
 Then 1 recovered somewhat from the shock of that icy conversation, 1 sat down. bewildered I was nonplussed. I wanted to cry. I was mad. was squelched, utterly crestfallen. Then put in another call to the jail and asked to speak to Antono's bondsman.
 The man said:
 "He is leaving now. He will call you later. He couldn't talk. Und ,rstand? His wife was standing right by him."
 Standing right by him! Indeed! We'll, I was the logical person to. stand by him, I thought. But I understood. And wave of red-hot jealousy surged through my soul After all l was only an outsider, judged by the attitude of the world; yet as matter of cold fact, would have given my life rather than have seen one blessed hair of his head harmed. Would his wife have done that?
 do not mean to be catfish about this, for l realize it is bad form, now that view things in perspective. But as I write, it ali comes back to me-the things she said, the vile things, the unspeakable things, when she referred to me as "that little wretch" and that thing" l am first of all a woman. After that l am lady. Do you understand!
 Had she treated me as woman to woman, l would have given up Antonio-at least I think am that square-but no woman lives who gives up the thing she loves if she is looked down upon at time when she is giving up most of the things that mean life itself to her, and for man she wants. All women think with their hearts and fight tho same way. Headwork never counts in love. Men think. Women love. That's why men don't stay in love so long . time as women do. But do not mean to preach to a world that thinks it owes me nothing but ser mons (.
 Antonio called me at the hotel that after. noon late. dined with him. We had ittls to say at first. His handsome face was | bit drawn, not with fear-for he is not . coward. But it was pain, mental anguish. that told me that his forced smile was merely brave attempt to tide me over my fears.
 He began to explain about the icy tele- phone conversation, for that interested mo more than any tale of how much money he might have lost
 And he told me what had happened. This is the story and the critical poin tof our rum running career. After that we were never free again. Why was it? Why did it all happen? will tell you:
 chauffeur forgot q road that he had been shown very carefully!
 This for stupidity!