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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, May 26, 1915, NOON EDITION, Image 14

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For several months, since the
Los Angeles, Cal., May 26. Gab
rielle Darley, the most beautiful pris
oner in the county jail here, who is
accused of murdering her lover, told
recently the first -rational story of
her life. "
It is a dramatic story of a woman's
struggle between the conventionally
traveled road of life and the allure-
Gabrielle Darley.
ments of the primrose path' of her
gradual yielding to the underworld
for the sake of the man she loved.
A story of intense love, fed by the
hot, fiery blood of Southern Italy
which flows in her veins, the love so
strangely near to quick hate and vengeance.
shooting of Leonard Topp, her sweet
heart, in a downtown store here, the
girl's mind has been a blank. But the
veil of forgetfulness has been slowly
lifting until now she has pieced to
gether fragments of memories, and
has woven it into the story of her
life. But still a blank wall rises be
fore her mind at the moment of her
sweetheart's death.
The longing for a home runs
through Gabrielle Darley's gypsy
history. For, from her birth, she
was a wild little wanderer, carried
hither and yon, never knowing a
home, always wanting one. When she
had reached womanhood her instinct
for a home had ripened into a grat
ambition and determination.
Brought from Italy when she was
only a baby, orphaned in her early
girlhood, she found herself in Ari
zona at the age of 19, alone in the
world and without friends. She was
a waitress in a hotel. It was there
she met and married "Kid" Kirby,
prize fighter, whom she divorced be
cause he would not make a home for
"He wouldn't work, except for an
occasional fight, and he didn't care
whether we had a home or not," Miss
Darley said. "And well, then I met
Leonard Topp. He seemed to know
how I Telt about having my own lit
tle home, and he begged me to di
vorce my husband and marry him.
He would make a home for me, he
"I learned to love him better than
my life. Oh, I love him now too
well, too well.
"He told me he couldn't afford td
marry me and make a home, but that
I could make enough money, and
when I did he would marry me. He
told me I could make that money by
by selling my honor. I refused at
first. But I loved him, and he said he
could not marry me unless I did. Fin-
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