Evening star., 1936-02-22
ILl HIGH COURAGE j.
~ IT. BY Jeanne Bowman, .sAalS&Eii on
by Jeanne Bowman,

innocent person, you sneaked in:
walked 2 miles out of your way to
keep from being found.
Young woman, you killed Lee
Farnsworth'
Anne listened to the sheriff in sharp
amazement. The words fell with the
driving force of hammers, pounding
nails into her heart, staples into her
memory. She had thought she needed
courage before, but now j.. Luke or
John . she needed some one to stand
by her in this moment and give her
strength.
you are wrong" she heard her
self saying calmly, and then her voice
broke. Il loved Uncle Lee, please let
me go now"
Take her, Harry" The sheriff
nodded toward the deputy.
Anne started forward eagerly, mov-
ing toward the door of the outer
office, but the deputy caught her arm
and swung her, gently, in the opposite
direction.
They passed through door. into
a corridor. The deputy motioned the
jailer, who brought out ring of keys.
fitted one into the lock of door and
opened it.
Anne stared before her. There was
big, white room and in it small COM
partments, divided one from the other
by iron bars. She heard the door
clang behind her. Obediently she
started to follow the deputy across
polished linoleum to a desk, behind
which sat plump, white-clad matron.
"A girl for you, Mrs. Nelson" said
the deputy.
Anne looked at the floor, which was
buckling beneath her feet She looked
up to see the plump woman spring
into action, brush the deputy aside.
She caught Anne in her arms.
II ne-eeever, f-faint," stammered
Anne, with shivering dignity. She
looked at the matron, who seemed
gyrating about at one side of her, at
the white bars which whirled around.
1t reminded her of composite pic
ture on the motion picture screen.
"Tech-tech- tech TECH" said the ma
tron between her teeth, propelling her
toward one of the small cubicleS.
Soaking wet" she added.
well, let's book her and get it
over" suggested Harry.
Book her my eye," retorted the
matron, I'm going to get the child
to bed"
Anne shuddered violently. Cold"
she managed between chattering
teeth.
"Open that door, Harry"
Anne stepped over the grating at
the bottom of the door, saw a white
cot and sank onto it.
Harry" the matron was still snap
ping orders, take this key go to my
locker and bring that brown wool robe.
Then put a teakettle of water to heat
on the gas plate
"Ive got to get back"
"Do what tell you"
ooh, all right"
Anne sat dazed as the woman
stopped over, pulled off her white
sneakers, her stockings, loosened her
slacks, pulled them off, slipped a plain
white gown over her head, then
wrapped her in the brown robe Harry
brought her.
The matron was gone few mo-
ments, then returned with a hot
water bottle for Anne's feet and
steaming glass of hot lemonade for
her to drink.
Anne's teeth chartered against the
edge of the glass until she feared
she might break it, but she tried until
it was drained, and then she was al
lowed to sink back, fatigue racking
her bones like physical blows.
Dimly she tried to follow the events
Of the evening. She was in Jail. That
was funny. She, Anne Farnsworth.
No. Nikki Nielsen was in Jail. Wouldn't
Aunt Charlotte and Sharlee gloat?
But. no Uncle Lee was dead, some one
shot him.
She heard her name mentioned.
"Anne Farnsworth. She's travelling
under Nikki Nielsen, but the sheriff
says he figures the others her legal
one."
There was the scratch of pen on
paper.
Hold for investigation" Harry
prompted.
Again the scratch of the pen which
seemed intolerable to Anne's nerves.
mo charge yet. District attorneys
calling the grand jury in the morning,
and by tile time they're through she'll
be held Tor the murder of Lee Farms.
worth.
Anne was flushed with sudden
energy.
Anne fights. tomorrow. for her Life,