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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, February 24, 1912, Image 17

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DL'D DEVOTES LIFE TO FIGHTING CAPITAL PUNISHMENT
until our boys wer arrested. Gus
Marks' Peter Neidermeyer and my boy,
Harvey, went to school together and
Gus and Peter used to come over to our
house, where I had fitted up a workshop
Myfor Harvey to keep him at home while I
l.MSvas working.
"But you wanted to know what the
dl -hangings did to the families. V. Jl, one
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Dfoe
Mother Tries to Give
Him Poison in Cell.
Mrs. Neidermyer, moth
er who went insane-
la I day, six months after the hanging, Mrs.
ijUJlarks sent for me. We had become
fcwcquainted durinsr the trial and our two
boys had been butied side by side. I
went to Mrs. Marks' home and found
her only daughter Hattie, stark mad.
The girl had tied knots in the hem of
her skirt and insisted that each knot rep
resented the sins oPthe world. Mfs.
Marks was nearly insane. Hattie be
came violently insane while I was
there and picked up a knife.' She
wanted" to ayenge her brother's
death. I called the police and Hat
tie was taken to an asylum, where
she is today.
"One day, when I got home
from work, I found a note saying
that Mrs. Neiderrrieyer had been
arrested for hitting
a policeman. I went
to the police station
and found her there,
half mad. She hid
attacked a police
man on the, street,
to avenge her son's
death. ,
About every two
or three weks after
that she - would be
arrested for assault
ing a policeman, on
the street. I used to
go to the various
police"" stations and
secure her release.
The police pitied
her.. Once the next
door n e i g h b o r's
hung a noose out of
a window to taunt
her. The children
used to cry her dis
grace to her on the
streets. Finally, I jtook her into
my own home, and there we two
mothers bore our burden of sor
row together until she died a year
ago, her wits almost gone.
"One day Paul Marks, a broth
er of Gus, came to my home and
said, 'Mrs. Van Dine, I want to
ask your pardon. It was I who.
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