AND OGLE'S IN THE LOCKUP.
"What! Pay His Fine of $100!"
Gasped Mrs. Ogle. "Never!"
"Well," said Mrs. Elmer Ogle, in answer to a question yesterday afternoon, "the reason I didn't horsewhip my husband in police court as the judge told me to was this: I knew that if I whipped him there, and he was let go, it would be me next. If I whipped him there, when he got home he would have beaten me again, and maybe done a better job of it than he did the first time. So, I thought, if I don't whip him, and let him be sent to the workhouse, I may have time to get away from him before he does me any further harm."
Mrs. Ogle is a small woman. She married Ogle three years ago. She was a widow and he was a widower. They own a grocery store at 3403 East Thrity-first street, and live in the four rooms above it. Mrs. Ogle confesses to being 43 years of age. Ogle says he is 30. They have had no children since their marriage.
Ogle, who was fined $100 in police court Saturday morning for beating his wife, is now in the workhouse. Mrs. Ogle visited him there yesterday. He had sent for her.
"I told him," said Mrs. Ogle, "that I would not live with him again. He had sent for me to get me to pay his fine and let him out. I refused to do it. He told the judge yesterday morning that he would let me have everything else if I would let him have the horse and wagon to go away with. I have since agreed to that, and I get the grocery store. I shall sell it. After that I don't know what I shall do."
"Will you pay his fine out of the proceeds and get your husband out of the workhouse?"
"I don't know what I shall do about that," replied Mrs. Ogle. "He has a brother who is going to try tomorrow to get him out. I may decide to pay the fine, but -- that $100 looks mighty good to me."
"At least," she went on, "I won't live with him again. I won't live with any man who beats me. It never happened to me before, and I don't propose to let it happen again if I can help it."
