The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1927-06-23

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raised in the State OF New York
and within Its borders / was de.
veloped to 3 tragic conclusion. In
measure, at least, the world must
bear portion Of the responsibility.
But the world refuses to. The
moment I am caught. 1t becomes
the world against me.
Law Didn't Help Her ANY
What did the law or my State do
to help me or give me . chance.
even during the time when in
theory I was innocent until proven
guilty?"
They put me in jail, arrayed all
the strength Of organized law to
batter and shatter every word /
dared utter in my own behalf: they
cornered me with my own code
PENDANT and alleged partner in
crime on one side and the entire
State Of New York In the persons
Of its prosecuting forces on the
other.
one little girl writes me that she
Il praying for me-but in the
meantime she Is taking no chances
and appealing to practical human
mercy, too. for, she writes, she has
sent q letter to Governor Smith
asking him to let me out. 50 / can
go home to my daughter: and she
adds that she Is expecting an
answer from Washington" In every
mail FROM the Governor, consen1ing.
1t is very sweet of her and gave
me q little smile that hurt a bit,
too.
fear she won't find it quite so
simple and quite so benign.
Life Kicks Hope Out Of Us
When she gets an answer from the
governor from Washington" it win
probabaly be Form 1888. to the effect
that the secretary's secretary has
duly filed her letter and it win be
duly given consideration.
The minds and hearts Of children,
who have not yet done cruel things
or had cruel things done to them
are beautiful.
They have the true faith. the con.
VicfiOn Of good.
But life kicks some Of that childish
hopefulness out Of you as ION 1--we
along.
And It becomes difficult to believe,
believe-always In the unseen future;
to have faith, faith, in the unseen
future-when so long on this earth
the seen and felt and known have
been 80 brutal, so unbeautiful.
The promises in the Scriptures are
sent me in every bundle Of letters
that come. They are inspiring.
grand and glorious. They comfort
me and help to sustain me.
But /, who all my life was an
irreverent sinner I'm the eyes of truly
religious Christians, still have much
to learn and much to conquer.
CowardIy to Call On God
You see, for so many years /
served the fleshy things. I did not
lay my problems at the feet of a
divine counsellor and comforter. AS
long as was silly enough to think
that /, alone, could outwit not only
all heavenly commands but all
mortal ones, besides, did not appeal
on high.
Now 1t often strikes me as q little
bit cOwardly-when / am up against
the wall, when all other help and
comfort has failed me, to turn to
One to whom rarely addressed
my joys or s0rrows when was
safe and free and unafraid:. to
throw myself in an appeal for
mercy and more before One whom
l. never faithfully wOrshipped when
I was happy.
Yet, they tell me, divine forgive.
ness Is infinite and awaits the heavy
laden with open arms-for just such
sinners as myself. So try on and
try hard. And hope that all the
fine advice and splendid encour-
agement Of the hundreds of kindly
and devout strangers who write
me every day will bear some good
for my soul as 1t already has for
me here.
This you may depend on:
My daughter will be raised to
know and understand and feel these