The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1925-07-08
BY WINNIFKED MASON HUCk
Former Representative to Congress
from Illinois

Her name was Angelina, and she
looked angelic, this l5-ycar- con
! fesscd murderess As | write this,
she is still in prison awaiting trial.
II was about 5 O'Clock in the morn
ing when her picture was taken, and
on the train to Marysvilie at half
past eight, it looked out at me from
the front page Of Il mOrnin. news
paper.
had gone to the Cleveland Jail
the middle of January. II the sun
ever penetrated that damp, smoky
curtain which overhung the city,
we could not see it through those
dirty windows of the Jail More
than once specialized about the
sun.
A little before o'clock was
told to get ready to leave. There
was really nothing to get ready. My
hat was hanging outside the cell.
and | shuddered to think of the
liberties those enormous cockrUaches
probably were taking with it at that
very moment.
Susie and
And then few moments later.
Susie Williams, Il large, jolly negro
gill who was in for Bookkeeping,
and | were called to the gate.
We were told to step into the hall
where we found Mrs. Mary McGrail,
a pleasant ooking field officer, talk
ing to one Of the policemen and sign
| ing some papers, probably receipts
| for US.
They did not handcuff US. They
gave me my travelling bag, which
had been brought to the police sta
| .. 4 "a, al. n
rather old clothes.
| 1t had been searched and repacked
50 carelessly that the garments were
in an unwearable state when ! took
them out.
We went through long, dank
badly lighted tunnel, in the care OF
Mrs. McGrail and two policemen.
At the door l had the first breath
of fresh air in three days. The day
was dark, with a cold drizzle that
froze through ones clothes and
seemed to clutch at ones heart. But
that breath, free of prison stencil
was like 4 message straight from
heaven.
The Wagon
Two policemen stood at attention
ut the police wagon. We were hur.
ried into the wagon, and the ride
to the railroad station began.
My three dismal days in Jail haC
sharpened my sensibilities, and / be
gan to dread the alighting at the de
pot.
could visualize the staring
crowds, the pleasurable excitement
that would ripple around when the
people saw that the prisoners wert
women, the sneering faces of thu
train crew.
The ride was short one. AnC
at the end Of it, the ordeal was
narrowing.
Curious people watched US get ou
of the wagon. Mrs. McGrail ant
the policemen hurried us into the
station, where she bought the tickets
For 10 minutes ran the gamu
of shame and humiliation and deg
radiation. Everyone in the station
walked past US. craning his neck tt
J see the two women in charge of the
officers.
Brows went up and lips curled il
sneers. dropped my head ant
looked at the floor, but l could fee
eyes burning into my back.
No Trouble
At last, it was time to board thu
train. Apparently there was tall
Of sending a detective with us, blu
l heard Mrs. McGrail telling one O
the officers that she did not expec
any trouble whatever.
| looked at fat, placid Susie an,
could not imagine her fighting TO
get away. AS for myself. l woul'
fight only against an attempt to keel
me out of Marysville.
: had paid the price of admission
with my three days and nights il
that Cleveland rathole. For me j
; was Marysville or bust.
I On the train bought papers
Angelina was in all of them. Poo
: child! She will probably get goo'
} long rest at some state institution
and an opportunity to reconstruc
her ideas upon the taking of life.
On the train, Mrs. McGrail opene,