The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1925-07-03

"but you're so damned fragrant about
it," And then to me, AT that, | wish
were feeling as good as she is.
Margc. Dot and got up andsleft
Mabel. She followed us into the
main room.
"You Sec" said !. chow she fol-
lows u.s."
That was enough "Matron,"
called Margc with Il command in her
voice that sounded oft Of place in
prison. mabel keeps hanging around
us. We can't get away from her"
BygOne Melodies
The matron unlocked the door, en-
tered and put Mabel in a private
cell
At that point. Mabel burst into
song.
She sang melodies Of bygonc days.
Her voice was fairly good and she
kept to the tunes rather we'll What
she could not sing she yelled
"Shut up" called Marge.
Darling, am growing old"
screeched Mabel.
''l'll say you are and getting stale,
too" called Dot. blowing cloud of
cigaret smoke. Mabel finished her
song on a high note.
"Shes rather happy" said a
pretty colored girl who was in Jail
for adultery.
"Oh, you're the one l want to
Sec" said Dot. Tell me what does
that mean, adultery?"
With kind of shyness. the girl
explained that she was married to
one man and living with another"
and your husband squawked!'"
said Marge with fine contempt. II
seemed he had.
"There now, always said it was
risky to get married." said Marge,
making room on the bench for the
girl.
Soon she had told US the story. 1t
was a long tale Of cruelties and sor.
didncss. He had tried to kill her, but
the bullet glanced.
In time she went to live with the
man she should have married. She
had no money for divorce. Here
she was in Jail. and here she would
stick, before she would go back To
her husband .
All the time. Mabel was singing
at the top of her voice, "After the
ball was over,"
you're right" said Dot. cts al
Can't you sign OFF," Mabel went OF
bred in Old Kentucky
"For Gods sake. shut up sal,
Dot. She had left the cell aud wa:
standing before Mabel's.
An angry light was in her eyes
Her lips formed hard straight line
and her fists were doubled.
Mabel Lucky
Mabel was lucky to he behind
barred door, but how lucky | did no
learn until months later when
heard Of the findings in Dots trial
But that is another story.
Mabel began to talk. It seeme'
that Mabel was nice lady.
Except when drunk" intcrrupte
Marge. Mabel never got drunk. i
, seemed, and what was more, she ha'
. "A fine good husband.
, Dot and Margc let loose with
tornado of words describing the kin
| Of husband Mabel would have.
, Mabel replied. The little adultcre S
covered her ears. Soon covere
mine. too. am no prudc, but ha
I. nad nothing to eat Tor hours, ] ma
had no sleep and was weak. di
, not know how much could stand.
a When l took my hands away fro'
my ears, the matron was bringing i
I a small woman. She was very quic
She walked past my cell and the
I came back and sat down with me. c,
: planning. "You look like the cleanc.
1 person here"
She puzzled me, and ! asked tn
o inevitable question.
}. II am drug addict" she sal
with certain gentleness. She W;
d in an agony of nervousness. =
z "Well,' nothing is hurting 70
{ now" I ventured.
"No, but as soon as the last sh,
r wears off, everything will hurt. The
" will torture me by not giving n
any more until tell where I get
II I'll never tell"
"a At last she lay down and went
sleep.
t Mabel was waking up. Dot al
i, Marge were astir.