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THE ni)CK ISLAND ARGUS." SATURDAY. OCTOBER 18, 1913.
15 WITHIN r-jlBu MARVIN DANA ( ?j FROM. THE FLAY. i! BAYARD VE1LLER !L. . Copyright 1J13. by the IL K. Fly company. PROLOGUE. , "his is a story of a brave, girl who suffered a great wrong. She went to prison for three years for a crime that she did not commit, and when she left prison her rec ord stood between her and a liv ing earned honestly. She gained more than a living and she got it legally. She met bad men and good men, and she pitted her wits against those of men trained in the intricacies of the law and in the plans of criminals. Mary Turner is good or bad according to the way you look at j her. The police and the repre- j fSentattves of law and order that 'had condemned her to a felon's azsII called her bad. One young man believed her to be good, and he stood by her through storm and stress, through circumstances that tried his soul. This story gives an accurate if fleeting view of the methods of work of the police and the crimi nals, and it shows the finish of a brave crook who followed unde viatingly the course he had map ped out. CHAPTER I. Tbs Panel of Light Tin: lids of the girls eyes lifted lowly, iml xtie stared at the l'aii-l of liiclil in the wull. Jijht :it the utt'sct the act of peeing rumle lint the leitit impievlou on her numbed brniu. For n long time she continued to regard the dim illumiiKi tion la the wnll with the same passive l!xlty of gaze. Apathy i ill lay upon lir crushed spirit, hi n vague way he realized her own inertness and rest ed In It gratefully, subtly fearful lest she again arouse to the full horror of her plight, lu a curious subconscious fashion flu' was striving to hold on to this deadliest of reflation, thus to win a lit'le respite from the torture that bad exhausted her soul. Of a sudden her eyes noted tbu hlafk lines that lay arrows the panel of light, and In that inntnut liev np!rit was qultkened once ncniti. The clouds lift ed from her brain. Vision ai clear now. Understanding seized the fu!l Import of this hideous thins on which he looked. Tor the pnnel of light was n wluilOT net liiKU within a wall of rtone. Tlx? rigid' lines of Mu k tliat irosteil It were lr prison lirs. It as till true. theu. She was In a cell ut the Toiiits. CroiKliiinr mlserntily on the narTow 1'rd. she in iiiitoined her (ixel watching of the w iint'iw that window whloij was n f-.v 1 1 1 1 l of her utter despair. A!n jttiy wrenched within her. The nil una appalled by the ruercl JesMies of a destiny that had so out lawed rislit. She was wholly Innocent rf having done any wrong. She had ftrugth'il through yenra of prixation to ke p hoielf clean and w holesome, wor thy of those gentlefolk from whom she drew her Mool. And earnest effort had ended at last under aa Terwhelm li:g accusation, f.tlse. yet none the le fatal to her. This accusation after soul wearying deiMya had culminated today In conviction. Ths aentenc of the court bad been Imposed upon her that for three Tears she should la lmpria oned. There had been nothing In the life f Mary Turner before the catastrophe j That was enough. She wa charged -n to distinguish It from many an- with the theft She protested inuo tber. Its meet significant details were cence. only to be laughed at in deri rvf a sordid kind, familiar to poverty, slon by her accusers. Every thief de aler father had been an unsuccessful . clares innocence. Mr. Gilder himself man as success is esteemed by this gen eration of Manimon worshipers. He was a gentleman, but the trivial f.tot ia of small avail today. He was of good j birth, aud he was the possesor of an ! Inherited competence. He had as well i Intelligence, but it was not of a flnan- rl.il sort. , So. little by litt'e. Ms fortxme !e ame shrunken toward nothingness by reason of Injudicious investments He married a charm'.ag woman, who. after a brief period of wedded fcappl nes. gave her life to the birth of the single child of the cnlon. Mary. A the years passed the daughter grew toward waturiry In an expertt-nce of ever increasing penury. The girl was in tfc? high school when her father finally gave ovea.his rather feeble ef fort of living. At his death the father left her a character well Instructed in the excellent principles that had been his own. Of woriu'y goods, cot the value of a pin. let, meaaured accordins to the stern - i - V 4 OF tandards of adversity, Mary wa for tunate. Almost at once she procured t humble employment In the Empori um, the Rreat department store own ed by Edward Gilder. To be sure, the wage was lnfinitesmal, while the toil was body brefiking, soul breaking. Mary nevertheless avoided the worst rerils of her lot She did not flinch under privation, but went her way through it, If not serenely, at least It Was True, She Was In a Cell In th . Tombs. 1 . without ever a thought of yielding to those temptations that beset a girl who is at once poor and charming. Among her fellows were some like herself, others unlike. Of her ouu sort iu tbU single particular were the two girls with whom she shared a cheap room. Their common decency In attitude toward the other sex was the unique bond of union, lu their as sociation she found no real compan ionship. Nevertheless they were whole some enouch. Otherwise they were Illiterate, altogether uucongeulal. Iu such wise, through five dreary years, Mary Turner lived. Nine hours daily 6he stood behind a counter. She spent her other waking hours iu oblig atory menial labors, cooliiug her own scant meals over the gas. washing and Ironing, for the sake of that ueat ap pearance which was required of her by those In authority at the Emporium, yet more especially necessary for her own self respect. With a mind keen and earnest she contrived some solace from reading and studying since the free library gave her this opportunity. By candid I comparison of herself with others about her she realized the fact that she possessed au iutellicu'-e beyond the average. 'The training l y ht-r fa ther, too, had been of a surcrkr kltrl. There was as well, at the b:u l; ,-: ". ly, the feeling of itirticular sojT te- spect that belongs Inevitably to the J ? v. a . . . ih oemureiy eaj-.ye-j n moaesi apprecia tion of her own physical advantages. 1 hhort. she had beauty, brains and breeding, three things of chief impor tance to any woman. There had been thefts in the store. They had been trace! eventually to a certain department, that in which Mary worked. The detective was alert. Some valuable silks were miss ed. Search followed immediately. The goods were found In Mary's locker. was emphatic against her. The thiev ing had been long continued. An ex ample must be made. The girl was ar rested. Tbe crowded condition of the court calendar kert her for three moiitbs 1 the Tombs awaiting trial. She was quite friendless. To the world she was only a thief in duress. At the last the trial was very short Hr lawyer was merely an unfledged practitioner as signed to her defense as a formality of the court. At the end twelve good men and true rendered a verdi't of guilty against the shuddering girl in the prisoner's dock. That which was the supreme tragedy to the broken grl iu the ceil merely afforded rather agreab!e entertain ment t-y her former fellows of the de partment store. Mary Turner through out her term of service there had been without real intimates, so teat now none was ready to mourn over ber fate. Even the two roommates had feit.jtome slight offense, since they . "1 , a- , - :;'. T I sensed the superiority ot her," though vaguely. Now, they found a smug satisfaction in the fact of her disaster as emphasizing very pleasurably their own continuance In respectability. On the day of Mary Turner's trial there was a subtle payety of gossipings to and fro through the store. The girl's plight was like a shuttlecock driven hither and yon by the battle dores of many tongues. It was the first time In many years that one of the employees had been thus accused of theft Shoplifters were so common as to be a stale topic. There was a re freshing novelty in this case, where one of themselves was the culprit. Her fellow workers chatted desultorily of her as they hau opportunity, and com placently thanked their gods that they were not as she with reason. Smithson, a member of the executive staff, did not hesitate to speak his mind, though none too forcibly. Yet his comment, meager as it was, stood wholly in Mary's favor. And bespoke with a certain authority, since he had given official attention to the girl. Smithson stopped Sarah Edwards, Mr. Gilder's private secretary, as she was passing through one of the de partments that morning to ask her If the owner had yet reached his office. "Been and gone,' was the secretary's i answer. ''lie went downtown to the court of general sessions. The judge sent for him about the Mary Turner case." "Oh, yes, I remember now,'' Smith yon exclaimed. "I hope the poor girl gets off. She was a nice girl quite the lady, you know, .Mis Edwards. Will you please let me know when Mr. . ... 17 -I t;7 VP "Hello, dadl" Glider arrives? There are one or two little matters I wish to discuss with blto." "Ail right" Sarah sgreed briskly, and she harried on toward the private t-. . , T" secretary was barely seated at er dt?sk when the violent opening cf the door startled her, and ns she look ed up a cheery voice cried out: "Heilo, dnd:" At the same moment a your.ij man entered with an air of care free assur ance, his face radiant I5ut as his glance went to the empty armchair at the desk he halted abruptly, and bis expression changed to one of disap pointment. "Not here!" he rrnmbled. Then onee araln the smile was on his lip as his eyes fe!l on the secretary, who bnd It risen to ber feet in a flutter of ex citement "Why, Mr. Dick'." Sarah gasped. "Hello, Sadie:- came the genial saiu tation. The young man advanced and shook hands with her warmly. "I'nr home again. Where's dad?" Even as he askpd the question th quick sobering of LU face bore wit cess to his disappointment over not finding hi father in the office. And in the patent chagrin under which the son now labored was to be found a cer tain indication of character not to be disregarded. Unlike many a child, he really loved hi father. The desth of the mother years before bad left him w libout other opportunity for affection in the home, since he had neither brother nor sister. In that simple and sincere regard which be bore for hi. father, the toy revealed a heart ready for love, willing to give of itself its best for the one be loved. Beyond that as yet there was little to be said of bim with exactness. j ue w , spoiled child of fortune, if f TOU wish to have it to. Certainly, be was only a drone in the worlds hive, j Thus far he had enjojed th v4l I hlngs of life without ever doing aught to deserve tnem Dy contributing In re turn, save by his smiles and bis genial air of happiees. " In the twenty-three years of his life every gift that money could lavish had been his. If the sum total of benefit was small, at least there remained th consoling fact that the harm was even less. - Luxury had not sapped the strength of him. He had not grown vicious, as have so many of his fellows among the sons of the rich. Sarah explained that Mr. Gilder had been called to the court of general ses sions by the judge. "But what is dad doing in court?" Sarah explained the matter with her usual conciseness: "One of the girls was arrested for stealing." "And dad went to court to get her out of the scrape. That's just like the old man." "She wis tried today and convicted. The Judge sent for Mr. Gilder to come down this morning and bar a talk with him about the sentence." There was no lessening of the ex pression of certainty on the yonng man's face. He loved his father, and he trusted where he loved. "It will be all right" he declared In a tone or ennre conviction. "Iad s heart is as big as a barrel. He'll get her off." Then of a sudden Dick gare a vio lent start. He leaned toward the sec retary's desk and spoke with a new seriousness of manner: "Sadie, have, yon any money? Tm broke. My taxi has been waiting out side all this time." "Why, yes," the secretary said cheer fully. Dick eagerly seized the banknote of fered him. "Mighty much obliged. Sadie." be said enthusiastically. "But! must run. Otherwise this wouldn't be enough for the fare." And be darted out of the room. CHAPTER i;. Only Three Years. W HEN at last the owner of the store entered the office his face showed extreme irrita tion. "What did they do with the Turner girl?" his secretary ' inquired in an elaborately casual manner. Gilder did not lock up from the heap of papers, but answered rather harsh ly. "I don't know I couldn't wait." he said. He made a petulant gesture as he went on, "I don't see why Judge Lawlnr bothered me about the matter. He is the one to impose sentence, not I. I am hours behind with my work now." Edward Gilder was a big man phys ically, plainly the possessor of that abundant vital energy vrhlch is a prime requisite for achievement in the order ing of modern business concerns. Force was indeed the dominant qual ity of the man. His tall figure was proportionately broad, and he was heavily fleshed. In fact the body was too ponderous. Perhaps, in that char acteristic micht be found a clew to the chief fault in his nature. For he was ponderous, spiritually aud men tally, as well as materially. The fact was displayed suggestively in the face, which was too heavy with its promi nent jowls and aggressive chin and rather bulbous nose; But there was nothing flabby cnywbere. It was with bis accustomed bland ncss of . manner that he presently ac knowledged the greeting of George Demarest, the chief of the legal staff that looked after the firm's affairs. "Well, Demarest?" he inquired. "Judge Lawlor gave ber three years," Demarest replied gravely. It was plain from his manner that be did not altogether approve. "Good:" Gilder exclaimed. "Tuko this, Sarah." And he continued, as tho girl opened her notebook and poised the pencil. "Be sure to have Smithson post a copy of ft conspicuously in all the girls' dressing rooms and in the reading room aud in the lunchrooms ami in the assembly room." He clear ed his throat ostentatiously and pro ceeded to the dictation of the notice: "Mary Turner, formerly employed in this store, was today sentenced to pris on for three years, having been con victed for the theft of goods valued at over $400. The management wishes again to draw attention on the part of Its employees lo the fact that honesty is always the best policy. Got that?" "Yes. sir." "T:ike it to Smithson." Gilder con tinue'!, "and te;l h'in to post it at once." Gilder brought forth a box of cigars firm a drawer of the desk, opened It and thrust it toward the waiting law- yer, who, however, shook his head la refusal and continued to move about the room rather restlessly. "Three years three years! That ought to be a warning to the rest of the girls." Gilder looked toward Dem arest for acquiescence "Most unusual case, In my estima tion," Demarest replied.' "You see, the girl keeps on declaring her innocence. That of course is common enough in a way. But here it's different The point Is somehow she makes ber pro testations more convincing than they usually do. They ring true, as it seems to me. "The stolen goods were found in her looker," Gilder declared in a tone of finality.. "Some of them, I bare been given to understand, were actually in the pocket of her coat." "Well," the attorney said, with a smile, "that sort of thing make good enough circumstantial evidence, and without circumstantial evidence there would be few convictions for crime. Yet as a lawyer I'm free to admit that circumstantial evidence alone is never quite safe as proof of guilt Natural ly she says some one else most have rut the stolen goods there That is quite within tie measure of possibili ty. That sort of thing has been done countless times. "And for what reason? It's too ab surd to think about." "In similar esses." the lawyer an- 'those actually mity of toei th'-ta haTe ?bQS ouSht throw sus-J pitlon on the Innocent In order to avoid It on themselves when the pur suit got too hot on their trail. Sotne- I vV i , J i " "What she said rang true. times, too, such evidence has been manufactured merely to satisfy a spite against the one unjustly accused." "A court of jusfice has decreed her guilty." . "Nowadays," Demarest shot out, "'we don't call them courts of Justice; we call them courts of law." "Anyway," Gilder declared, becoming genial again, "it's out of our hands. There's nothing we can do now." "Why. b to that." the lawyer re plied, with a hint of hesitation, "I am not bo eure. You. see, the fact of the matter is that, though I helped to prosecute the case, I am not a little i bit proud of the verdict. I am not sure that Mary Turner is guilty far from it, in fact: Anyhow, the girl wants to see you, and I wish to urge you to' grant her an interview." "What's the use?" Gilder stormed. "I can't have her crying all over the office and begging formercy," he pro tested truculently. But a note of fear lay under the petulance. Demarest's answer was given with assurance. "You are mistaken about that. The girl doesn't beg for mercy. In fact. that's the whole point of the matter She demands justice strange as that may seem in a court of law and noth ing ese. The truth is, she's a very unusual girl, a long way beyond the ordinary salesgirl, both in -brains and in education." "The less reason, then, for her being a thief." Gilder grumbled in his heav iest voice. "And perhaps the less reason for be lieving her to be a thief." 'the lawyer retorted suavely. He paused for a moment, then went on. There w-aa a tone of sincere determination In bis voice. "Just before the jdge imposed sentence he asked her if she had any thing to say. You know, it's just a usual form a thing that rarely means much of anything. But this case was different, let me tell yon. She sur prised us nil by answering! at once that she had. It's really a pity. Gilder, that you didn't wait. Why, tliat poor girl made a fine speech "Pooh, pooh"' came thei querulous ob jection. "She seems to have hypnotiz ed you." Then, as a newthoughtcame to the magnate, he spoke with a trace of anxiety. There were always the re porters looking for space to fill with foolish vaporings. "Did she say anything against me or the store?" "Not a word," the lawyer replied gravely. "She merely told us how ber father died when she was sixteen years old. 'She was compelled after that to earn her own Hving. Then she told how she had worked for you for five years steadily without there ever be ing -a single thing against her. She said. too. that she had never seen the things found in ber locker. And she said more than that.. She asked the Judge if fie himself understood what It means for a girl to ie sentenced to prison for somethiug she hadn't done. Somehow, GilJer, the way she talked had Its effect on everybody in the court room. I know! It's my business to understand things like that And what she said rang true. What she said and the way she said it take braina and courage. The ordinary crook has nei ther. So. I hud a suspicion that she might le speaking the truth." There was a littie pause, while the lawyer moved back and forth nervously; then ba added, "I believe Lawlor would bare suspended sentence If it hadn't been for your talk with him." "I simply did my duty." Glider said. "You are aware that I did not seek any consultation with Judge Lawlor. He sent for me and asked me what I thought about the case whether I thought It would be right to let the girl go on a suspended sentence. I told him frankly that I believed that an exam ple should be made of ber for the sake of others who might lie tempted to step!. Property has some rights, Dem arest, although It seems to be getting nowadays so that anybody is likely to deny it." Then the fretful, half alarm ed note sounded In his voice again as he continued, "I can't understand why the girl wants to see me." "Why, she just said that if yon would see her for ten minutes she would tell you bow to stop the thefts la this store." "There." Gilder cried. "I knew IU Thst girl wants to confess. Well. Ifa tbe first sign of decent feeling she's shown. I suppose it ought to be encouraged. Frobably there heve been others mixed op in tnis." "Perhaps," Demarest admitted. "At least it can do no barm if you see ber. 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The lawyer abruptly went out of the office, leaving the owner of the store f uming. "Hello, dadr Gilder sprang to his feet, his face suddenly grown younger, radiant. "Dick:" The big voice was softened to exquisite tenderness. As the eye of the two met the boy rnshed forward, and In the next mo ment the hand of father and son clasped firmly. Presently Gilder spoke, with an effort toward harshness In his voice to mask how much he was shak en. But the tones rang more kindly than any he had used for many a day, tremulous with affection. "What brought you backT he de manded. "Why, I just wanted to come back home," be said lightly. "And. for the love of heaven, give Sadie $3. I bor rowed It from her to pay the taxi. You see, dad. I'm broke." "Of course:' With the saying Ed ward Gilder roared Gargantuan laugh ter. In the burst of merriment his pent feelings found their rent. He was still chuckling when he spoke, sage from much experience of ocean travel. "Poker on the ship, I suppose." . . "No, not that, though 1 did have a little run In at Monte Carlo. But it was the ship that finished me at that You see. dad. they hired Captain Kldd and a bunch of pirates a stewards, and what they did to little Richard was something fierce. And yet, that wasn't the real trouble either. The J' "I am glad to ba home, dad." fact Is, I Just naturally went broke. Not a bard thing to do on the other side." "Nor on this," tbe father interject ed dryly. "Anyhow, it doesn't matter much, Dick replied, quite unabashed. "Tell me, dad, how goes It?" "Pretty well, pretty well, son. I'm glad to see you home again, my boy." There was a great tenderness in the usually rather cold gray eyes. "And I'm glad to be home, did, to be" there was again that clearing of tho throat, but be finished bravely "with you." The father avoided a threatening display of emotion by an abrupt change of subject to tbe trite. "Have a good time?" be inquired casually.' "Tbe time of my yonng life. 1 tell yon, dad. it's a fact that I did almost break the bank at Monte Carlo. I'd have done It sure if only my money had held out." "It seems to me that I've beard some thing of tbe sort hi fussy mem GUeter's caustic comment, srat tali a mil was atlU wholly sympathetic, ne took t curious vicarious dtight ia tbe ear pades of his son, probat?y because be himself had cot&snitted no folUw is bst callow days. "Why aidx't Ja ccb me?" he asked, puzzled at such re straint oa the part of bis sen. "Because it gave me a capital ex cuse for earning home." "You cjeargm, of her bar:" GUder the Hair -.1 Women Fair is woman's greatest beauty. Th commanded brusquely. Tm a work ing man. But here, wait a minute," he added. He brought forth from a pocket a neat sbenf of banknotes, which he held out. "There's carfare for you" he said, with a chuckle. "And now clear out. I'll see you at dinner." "You can always get rid of me on the same terms," Dick remarked sly?y. In the doorway he turned with a final speech, which was uttered In splendid disregard for the packet of money h IiHd Just received. "Oh, dad, please don't forget to give Sndie thnt ?3 I borrowed from Tier for the tnxl." The owner of the store returned to his labors with a new zest for the meeting wittr his son had put him in high spirits. Perhaps it might have been better for Mary Turner had she come to him just then, while he was yet in this softened mood. But fate had ordained that other events should restore him to his usual harder self before their interview. Smithson en tered with an expression of discom fiture on his rather vacuous coun tenance. He walked almost nimbly to the desk and spoke with evident dis tress as his employer looked up Inter rogatively. "McCracken has detained er a lady, sir," be said feebly. "She has been searched, nnd we hnve found about $100 worth of laces on her." "Well?" Gilder demanded impatient ly. Such affairs were too common in the store to make necessary thl in trusion of the matter on biiu. "Why did yon come to me about it?" "I'm very sorry, sir, but I thought It wiser, sir, to er to bring the matter to your personal ottentiou. The; lady happens to be the wife of J. W. Gas kell. the banker, you "know." (To Be Con- Next Wednesday.) All the Argus. news all the time The Wben Dressed for Sunday Have Them Wear IP TTS themcst beautiful A stocking made and dur Ue for every-day wear, tooH For babies, young folks and grown-ups. From $1.00 . A guarantee envelope and matched mending silk wllh every pair. Sold at lha Best Shops' m Town -i Scallam?y cJ LiyaUsi f SJk Hotter? ia the Vhi ! j Northampton, Maa nil f-w