Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1936-02-23

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Accusing her. Anne jumped tt
the floor. That's q ue!' sh,
Il screamed.
The matron was out of her chail
and Harry at her heels, running
| toward Anne's cell. "Get back II
that bed" ordered the woman. Blu
Anne, fired with fever which seemed
to have reached her brain, facee
them.
st did not kill Uncle Lee, and NJ
jury nor any one else can say it."
"Of course not, DEAR" the matron.
voice was conciliatory, "but get intt
bed like a good girl. Harry, in my
upper left-hand desk drawer. littl,
black thing like a fountain pen."
Harry returned with it, and Mrs
Nelson, tucking Anne back into bed
dipped it into glass Of water, Their
thrust 1t into Anne's mouth.
For long moment there was silence
in the room, then the matron, looking
at the thermometer, spoke to ths
deputy.
Call DR.. Morton"
Mrs. Nelson it's two-thirty ano
that girls going to be tried for
"She won't be here to be tried OF
even charged If you don't do as ]
say" snapped the woman.
Anne lay painting, burning now
trying in vain to throw of the COW
ers the woman held over her, fight.
| ing the matron with unnatural
strength.
LET me out of here" she pleaded
please let me out. My beds cool
Don't make me stay"
"There-there, there-there." The
monotone wore down her resistance
and the last memory Anne held Of
the queer world into which she had
been precipitated was Of woman
in white patting her on the shoulder
and saying in sing-song voice
"there-there.
Anne Farnsworth opened her eyes
Pale green walls, shaded windows, q
screen that cut of further view Of
the room, two voices talking in low
tone.
She'll pull through and I'm sorry.
said one.
You worked hard enough to help
her." observed the other.
"Of course. But, poor girl. think ol
what she has to face"
But suposing she isn't guilty. Il
she died the real murderer would e
Scot-free."
THAT wouldn't have hurt her. This
will. From what I've heard, she's
been through enough in the last veal
to kill an ordinary person. The fam
ily's treated her abominably."
Motive for the shooting?"
That's what the prosecution will
say. Well, I'm of to bed. She shoule
show decided improvement tonight
Let me know if there's any change thu
other way"
"You don't mean wake you?" cam,
in astonishment from the second voice
II do, there's still a chance of he
slipping back across the line, and 1. .
well, the girls shown so much courag,
even in her unconscious state that In
for her hundred per cent. I'm get
ting the court to appoint me as he
attendant during the trial so I cal
stand by and watch"
Watch the trial?"
mo, watch her. If they're going II
throw her to the legal lions to max
a Roman holiday I'm going to be ther,
to bind up the wounds"
when is the trial?"
"As soon as she's strong enough u
stand it."
The door closed behind swishin,
starched skirts. Anne stared at tn,
green walls. hospital walls. She re
membered now. There had been I
long struggle. She had had to igh
through for something. Well, she hae
fought, and for what? To face tria
for the alleged murder Of her uncle
Queer justice that would provide
medical means to save her when they
hoped to hang her.
Not that it mattered much, moi
that anything mattered. She won
dered idly what time it was. The
nurse, at least she presumed it was
a nurse. said she might yet slip back
across the danger line.
Why not? Why go on with this
struggle to breathe. this rasping, heavy
fight for air, when she could stor
and sink into black feathers, or black
clouds. something soft and smothery.
she remembered once she had al.