room. Whatever argument they
had did not take long. Scarcely
ten minutes passed before they
filed back into theroom where the
Her eyes were fixed in a dull
stare. Her lips moved, but you
had to be very close before you
could hear what she was saying.
' "Kill me," it was. "Please kill
me. I want to die, and I ought to
The foreman of the jury stood
up. The girl never moved.
"Mr. Coroner," said the fore
man, "in view of all the circum
stances we do not think this girl
should be held, and we therefore
return a verdict that "
The girj stiffened in her chair.
Her eyes turned on the foreman.
Slowly the meaning of his words
sank into her numbed, suffering
She jumped to her feet. A
scream rang through the dingy
room. The girl fell gasping to
"Then you're not going to kill
,me!" she gasped. "You're not
going to kill me! Oh God, they
are going to turn me free!"
And they did.
Today, in the bare room at 1914
Indiana avenue, an effort was
made to find out what had led
the girl to murder her own child,
and then to beg a jury to murder
her in a perfectly legal and proper
When the reporter entered the
room, she paid no attention. She
never even turned her head.
"When did you come to Chi
cago ?" asked the reporter.
"Two years ago," she said, in
that curiously dull, lifeless voice.
"To study music. I wanted
to be a great musician. I
wanted to be independent."
"Did you work here?"
"Yes I worked and stud
"And the man?"
"Oh, he was very nice. He al
ways was so well-dressed, and he
talked so gently, so kindly to me.
I don't think he was really gentle
and kind He came to see me
often. He took me to shows and
things. He always was good to
me until that day
"He's gone now. I don't know
where he is. Thepolice are tryr
ing to find him. What good will
it do if they do find him. It is
too lafe now."
The girl stopped, and there was
silence for a few minutes.
"ixn,.. a:a u :..-, i w,
s v uy uiu inc juiy ici inc. gu:
killed my baby, you know. That
is muraer. 1 ney ougnt not to
l have let me go. They ought to
have hanged me. I hat is the right
punishment for murderers. And
that is the way I wanted it. Why
did they let me go, I, who had
"Why did you do it?" asked
"I thought too much the baby
was born. There- was no one
here no doctor, nor anyone. And
I lay there, with its little head
on my breast, and thought, and
"I thought of my relatives. I
thought of what they would say
and what they would think.
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